The White-Clad Heroine Battles the Lustful Demon [Full Story]

Prologue: On the moonlit grass, two naked bodies were entangled. The one on the bottom was a young girl, who angrily shouted, "You lecherous thief! Stop right now, or our Emei Sect might spare your life, otherwise… Ah!"

She suddenly let out a scream, and the dark body on top of her thrust forward violently, tearing open the girl's hymen, a symbol of her virginity.

"Hehe, still a virgin, so tight…"

the man said, ignoring the girl's pain, and continued to thrust forcefully. The virgin's vagina gripped the man's penis tightly like a scalding ring of flesh, each thrust seemingly incredibly difficult, which only fueled the man's primal rage, causing him to pump even more violently. His enormous glans pounded against the girl's clitoris like raindrops: "This Emei slut is really something, top-notch! I haven't tasted such tender flesh in ages, hahaha..."

The girl gritted her teeth, enduring the man's storm of ravaging, her eyes fixed on him, as if determined to forever etch his ugly image into her memory.

The man's thrusts grew faster and faster, and the girl couldn't help but moan. The man lewdly laughed: "Slut, enjoying it now? Women are all cheapskates, they all clearly love being fucked, yet they pretend to be so high and mighty!"

He kneaded the girl's full breasts with both hands, slamming his lower body into her, squinting as he listened to the alluring "splashing" sounds. The girl's delicate labia, roughly pulled in and out by his penis, involuntarily secreted even more nectar.

Finally, the girl trembled violently, her silver teeth biting her red lips. With a muffled groan, a gush of scalding yin essence gushed from the depths of her virgin flower, scalding the man so much that he groaned, his lower back went numb, and he hurriedly thrust a few times before pressing against the girl's uterus, pouring his thick semen inside her... The strong girl could no longer hold back, and a tear quietly rolled down her cheek. The man got up, dressed, and turned to look at the naked girl: "You know my ways, don't you?"

The girl closed her eyes and remained silent. "Don't blame me, I can't break the rules. You are Zhu Xiaoqian of the Emei Sect, right? I will inform your fellow disciples."

With that, he moved with lightning speed, his right index finger touching the girl's brow, and then he turned and left.

(I) It was the season of spring warmth, flowers blooming, and birds flying. The Pearl River flowed gently, reflecting countless golden points under the warm sunlight, looking like a jade ribbon inlaid on the earth from above. The riverbank was a lush, green meadow, the tender grass just sprouting and not yet tall, like a vast green carpet spread across the ground.

Lying on this "carpet" was a person. More precisely, a person lying face down, a young girl, completely naked, her white skin as pure as jade against the verdant grass. At this moment, she stared wide-eyed at the azure sky, her small mouth slightly open, as if wanting to say something. But she could never speak again; she was dead. With boundless sorrow, in this vibrant spring season, she left this beautiful world forever.

A red spot of blood stained her brow, like that of Guanyin Bodhisattva. Her high breasts bore blue and purple finger marks, and on the grass at the base of her jade-like legs were scattered drops of blood, her torn clothes lying around her.

A white figure drifted from afar, arriving in an instant before the female corpse. This was a pure and ethereal young girl. All white—her body, her clothes, her shoes—even the sword she carried on her back had a white scabbard and a white tassel. Looking at her face, she saw a fair, oval face with long, slender eyebrows, bright almond-shaped eyes, a straight nose, and red lips with white teeth. Her figure was graceful, and her hair was tied back in a long ponytail with a white silk scarf, giving her a clean, elegant, and otherworldly appearance.

The young woman immediately noticed the wound between the female corpse's eyebrows and frowned slightly: "It's him again!"

The "he" she was referring to was a notorious lecherous thief who had committed numerous crimes in recent years. His methods were extremely cruel; he would rape and then kill, using a unique technique to deliver a fatal blow, leaving a bloodstain on the victim's eyebrow. This thief was elusive and possessed extremely high martial arts skills; despite his repeated crimes, no one had ever seen his true face. He was known in the martial arts world as "The Flower-Destroying Little Red Spot." The young woman pondered for a moment, then flicked her sleeve, sending out a whistling arrow. A moment later, another figure flew in from afar, stopping in front of the girl and bowing: "Miss, is there anything I can do for you?"

The newcomer was a withered, dark-skinned old man, extremely repulsive in appearance. His head was narrow at both ends and wide in the middle, resembling an olive. His sparse hair was tied back in a thin braid, about the thickness of a chopstick. His two bushy eyebrows drooped downwards, and his triangular eyes, though small, gleamed with a sharp light. He also had two sparse, rat-like mustaches.

The girl nodded: "Wu Qi, have you found anything over there?"

Wu Qi bowed respectfully: "Reporting to Miss, I haven't found anything unusual."

The girl sighed and gestured with her chin towards the female corpse on the ground: "This deceased person was probably murdered last night. Go and clean her up and then report it to the authorities so they can handle the aftermath."

Wu Qi agreed and went to do his work. The girl sat down by the river, took off her white boots, revealing a pair of delicate, white feet that could be held in one hand, and rubbed them with her hands. These past few days, she'd been following clues to track down Yidianhong, so exhausted she could only manage a few moments of sleep at night, only to have him commit another crime right under her nose… She dipped her feet into the water, the cool river calming her slightly. However, gazing at the mirror-like surface, she was once again lost in painful memories… *** *** *** *** The Wen family was one of the wealthiest in Chenzhou. Their ancestors had been high-ranking officials in the imperial court, owning vast properties and land, and numerous silk and tea shops, making them the most prominent wealthy family in the area. Old Master Wen had only one son, Wen Xuan, a handsome and talented man who married a beautiful woman named Liu. After their marriage, the couple devoted themselves to helping their father manage the business, and their life was prosperous and thriving. The following winter, Liu gave birth to a daughter, exceptionally fair and delicate. Compared to her, even the snow outside the window seemed to pale in comparison. Therefore, Wenxuan named her "Qixue" (meaning "deceiving the snow"). On the day of her birth, an elderly nun named Huijing, the abbess of the Baiyi Nunnery outside the city, happened to visit. In reality, she was the only one living in the nunnery. Old Master Wen was charitable and a devout Buddhist; he had funded the renovation of all the surrounding temples and monasteries, including Baiyi Nunnery. Therefore, monks, Taoist priests, and nuns often visited their home.

What a coincidence that Huijing came to visit on the very day Qixue was born. The old nun was very happy, saying that she and Qi Xue were a perfect match, and that she had met many wonderful people.

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