Evil Wind Song - Desire Slave (two chapters)

Chapter One: The Murder of the Beautiful Woman

It is said that when Master Lingwei used the ancient treasure "Zhiyan Archway" to exorcise a demon, she failed to completely eliminate it, and a nine-lived cat demon escaped. This attracted powerful demons who, knowing that the Yiyuan Sect had obtained the ancient artifact "Chiyou Banner," sent experts to seize it while the Yiyuan Sect and the Emei Sword Sect were locked in a fierce battle. Li Feng and Zhao Yue'er's cultivation was too low; despite possessing peerless treasures like the "Map of Mountains and Rivers," they were unable to control them. Led by the Right Saint and assisted by the three divine lords Huanling, Huantian, and Huanxin, a group of evil demons stormed into Qingyunping, resulting in the deaths of all twelve senior disciples of the Yiyuan Sect, including Liu Xingzi.

Right Saint, his triangular eyes gleaming, laughed loudly: "Brilliant! Brilliant! This way, all twelve disciples of the One Yuan Sect are wiped out! Hahahaha! Find the cave where those five old bastards are in seclusion! I'll take advantage of their immobility and destroy them! Hahahahaha…!" A group of black-clad demons began searching the cave where the five elders of the One Yuan Sect were refining the "Chi You Banner."

Just as Right Saint and the three Divine Lords were growing impatient, a black-clad man rushed in: "Right Saint, we've found the entrance to the cave, but the restrictions are too strong; brothers, we can't get in." Right Saint nodded, triumphantly shouting: "Excellent! Go! We'll destroy those five old bastards of the One Yuan Sect, take the Chi You Banner, and then we can go back to see our master. Hehe, hehehe."

A massive tremor shook the entire Qingyun Plain. Right Saint unleashed his supreme demonic power, breaking through the restrictions set up by True Man Qingquan, and led all his subordinates into their secluded cave.

The Five Elders, seated in their respective positions according to the Five Elements, with the Chi You Banner fluttering above their heads, were suddenly confronted by a group of incredibly mysterious men in black who rushed in. They were all greatly alarmed. The Chi You Banner swung violently, and Chen Songzi and Huoyun Zhenren coughed up blood. The Right Saint laughed wildly, too lazy to say anything more, and directly channeled all his power, striking Qingquan Zhenren in the center. A vast counterattack force surged and churned within the cave. Forty-odd men in black screamed in agony as their bodies turned to ashes. After the attack, apart from Lingwei Zhenren, whom the Right Saint deliberately spared, only having her primordial spirit restricted and unconscious on the spot, the other four elders all suffered broken bones and their dantian shattered by the magic weapon, dying instantly, without even a trace of their primordial spirit remaining.

Looking at the unconscious Lingwei Zhenren lying on the ground, her hands outstretched, her body turned to the side, her Taoist topknot not completely disheveled, only a few strands of black hair falling like bangs across her forehead, her plump waist wrapped in a light blue coarse Taoist robe forming a beautiful arc, truly as the poem describes, "From afar, it's a ridge; from the side, a peak; its appearance varies depending on distance and height." The group of demons couldn't help but swallow hard. Right Saint said to the group of men in black, "Those three bastards who went after the little beauty haven't returned yet. Hehe, Grandpa will enjoy this old beauty first. By absorbing her primordial yin, Grandpa can gain at least five hundred years of cultivation. As for the little beauty, she'll be perfect as the cauldron for Grandpa to refine the yin spirit. Wonderful, wonderful, hahahaha~~"

As he spoke, he grabbed at the air with his left hand, and the fallen Lingwei Zhenren floated in mid-air like a puppet on a string.

“This unconscious beauty is no fun, it’s like playing with someone to death. Let Grandpa wake her up~”

Lingwei Zhenren, floating in the air, slowly drifted to the Right Saint’s side. The Right Saint reached out and hugged Lingwei Zhenren, kissing her from behind while groping her through her robes. The three Divine Lords and the men in black beside them laughed lewdly.

Lingwei Zhenren vaguely felt her ears tickling and someone kissing and licking her neck, so she murmured, “Hmm~~ Don’t do this, Qingquan, what day is it today, the first or the fifteenth?”

“Qingquan doesn’t have one, but with your grandpa here, are you comfortable? Huh? Hahahaha~~”

Lingwei Zhenren slowly woke up, raised her head and looked around. She saw a group of men in black standing in a semi-circle around her, while Qingquan Zhenren and the other three disciples were outside the circle, unnaturally slumped together, clearly dead.

"See? They've all been smashed into mincemeat by Grandpa, and their primordial spirits have been shattered by me, hehe~~ Be a good girl and have some fun with Grandpa, and if Grandpa's in a good mood, he might even take you as his private pet~" A voice chuckled lewdly in her ear.

Lingwei Zhenren suddenly awoke, startled to find herself held in someone's arms, a pair of dark, withered demonic hands roughly fondling her proud breasts. She immediately snapped out of it, struggling desperately, her full breasts rippled with the movement of her arms. However, her primordial spirit was sealed, and Lingwei Zhenren was no different from any other ordinary woman; how could she escape the Right Saint's clutches?

"Release me! Who are you demons? Why did you attack my Yiyuan Sect? Aren't you afraid of being besieged by the righteous sects of the cultivation world?" Lingwei Zhenren shouted, filled with shock and anger.

"Your Yiyuan Sect has been wiped out by your grandpa. Now all that's left are you and your precious daughter. If you serve grandpa well, grandpa won't kill you and your child. Instead, I'll take you both as my wives and keep you by my side. Wouldn't that be great? Then grandpa will use his immense power to seal off the entire mountain and declare to the world that the Yiyuan Sect has been in seclusion for a hundred years, hehehe~~~"

"Don't even think about it! What have you done to Yue'er~" Lingwei Zhenren roared angrily.

"It's not up to you anymore, hahahaha~~~~" Right Saint laughed wildly as he reached his hand inside Lingwei Zhenren's Daoist robe.

"Ah! Stop! Let go~~ Ah~~~"

"Huh? Haha, this little slut's Daoist robe is completely empty! Hahaha~~~"

In front of so many people, having her nakedness exposed, Lingwei Zhenren was truly ashamed and furious, wishing she could bite her tongue and commit suicide on the spot. But having heard that her precious daughter had fallen into the hands of a demon, she dared not act rashly. Thinking of her cultivation partner and fellow disciples who would perish, and the potential humiliation she and her daughter might suffer at the hands of a demon, Lingwei Zhenren felt her vision blur and was on the verge of fainting again. The Right Saint seemed to know her thoughts, his hands slowly caressing her magnificent breasts and the two rubies atop them, stimulating the beautiful female Taoist to emit soft screams. The Right Saint continuously kissed and nibbled at Lingwei's earlobes and cheeks, inhaling an alluring fragrance—neither the scent of a young girl nor the erotic aroma of a harlot, but a faint, gentle, sweet scent. The Right Saint slipped his hands from under Lingwei's robes to her armpits, gently tickling and sliding them downwards, feeling the smooth, silky skin caressing his hands, her supple waist swaying in his arms, and with the slightest pressure, he could feel the pleasure of sinking in.

Lingwei Zhenren, whose real name was Qi, was a wealthy heiress. Born with an alluring nature, a fortune teller said she possessed "seven evil influences in her destiny," meaning even her own father and brothers couldn't resist her temptations. She was a femme fatale, like Daji or Bao Si, a beauty capable of bringing ruin to a nation. Only a man with abundant yang energy, or a strong and healthy body, could marry her; it would be suicide. By the age of nine, Lingwei was already a stunningly beautiful young woman. Even before she was ten, ordinary men would be stunned by her beauty. At such a young age, suitors flocked to her door, from seventy-year-old men to toddlers. Her parents, troubled by this, set up a martial arts and literary contest to find her a husband. Coincidentally, Master Qingquan, on his first travels, happened to pass by and saw Lingwei on the stage. He was awestruck by her beauty and discovered her exceptional talent. So, in front of everyone, he snatched the little Lingwei and took her back to Mount Hua. Master Qingquan's master then took her as a disciple, essentially arranging a future child bride for him.

As Lingwei grew up and practiced Taoist arts, her aura became more ethereal, possessing a captivating beauty that made her breathtaking. All the male disciples tried to win her favor, causing Master Qingquan considerable anxiety. In the end, Master Qingquan prevailed, feigning a qi deviation to pluck Lingwei's rosy flower, thus sealing their relationship and extinguishing the infatuation of his three fellow disciples. Afterwards, the two ostensibly practiced dual cultivation, but in reality, they engaged in sexual intercourse, eventually conceiving Zhao Yue'er. Even though they had exercised some restraint over the past decade or so, the two still consummated their relationship on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month. Furthermore, their daily cultivation practiced a state of purity and abstinence, so sometimes Lingwei Zhenren wore a bellyband or undergarment under her Taoist robes, and sometimes she wore nothing at all. Just now, in her hazy state, she felt someone caressing her, and Lingwei mistakenly thought it was Qingquan seeking pleasure again.

As the Right Saint's hands continued to caress, two blushes crept onto Lingwei Zhenren's cheeks. Like a young girl in love, she would sometimes furrow her brows slightly, sometimes bite her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, stubbornly trying not to make a sound, lest she play right into the hands of these demons and fulfill their desire to humiliate her.

The Right Saint's hands gradually increased the range of motion, the gentle caresses gradually turning into malicious kneading. His arms tightened, as if he wanted to melt Lingwei Zhenren's beautiful flesh into his own body. One hand remained between her breasts, sometimes changing the shape of the fleshy peaches that one hand could not cover, sometimes pinching and kneading the erect nipples with his thumb and three fingers, rubbing the surface of the nipples with his rough index finger. The other hand began to slowly move downwards, sliding to her smooth abdomen, circling her round and fleshy waist on both sides, gently drawing irregular circles with his fingernails, and tracing the small hole of her navel with his little fingernail.

As the kneading intensified and the teasing techniques increased, Lingwei Zhenren's body began to tremble slightly, accompanied by subtle twists. Her delicate chin tilted back slightly, her cherry-like breasts half-open, her usually bright eyes half-closed, filled with a hazy light. Her long eyelashes trembled gently, and a flush had spread to her pink neck, making her throat clearly visible as she swallowed. Her high, firm breasts, encased in her light blue Taoist robe, rose and fell with her quickened breathing, even though the strange hands covering them could be felt.

Lingwei Zhenren felt utterly weak and powerless, waves of heat rising from below her abdomen, a tingling itch spreading through her genitals. Even though she gritted her teeth and tried to resist, her mons pubis trembled in waves, while the two hateful strange hands remained only on her upper body. Lingwei Zhenren now even wished those strange hands would move down to her mons pubis to relieve the tingling itch. She knew she could no longer hold back. Below, it was already a muddy mess. Her breasts, driven by female instinct, were firm and erect. Peeking furtively, she saw that the area around her pubic mound was soaked, and two damp, milky-scented stains had appeared on her chest from the nasty pressure. Lingwei Zhenren felt inexplicably ashamed of her body's reaction. How could she respond to the caresses of an ugly demon? However, a woman's body is honest. Despite her desperate resistance, mentally resisting the physical pleasure, the dampness betrayed the poor Lingwei Zhenren.

"Hehe, look~~~ Our chaste and virtuous Lingwei Zhenren is wet! Grandpa just killed your husband, now you can truly be a little widow. Hold on, hold on, Grandpa still wants to erect a chastity arch for you and your daughter~~~"
Hearing the demon humiliate her like this, Lingwei Zhenren was filled with shame and indignation. Ignoring her physical sensations, she struggled desperately.

“That’s more like it! If you don’t resist, what’s the point of me playing around? Come on, let me add fuel to the fire!” With that, the Right Saint spread his right hand, having somehow managed to smear several sheep-eye rings on his fingers. He slipped his hand inside Lingwei’s robe, covering her muddy mons pubis, and gently caressed it.

“Ah! Stop… Stop!” Lingwei screamed as if electrocuted, her hands gripping the Right Saint’s arm tightly as he played with her lower body. The

Right Saint parted the two large petals with his fingers, rubbing the two small petals with the furry sheep-eye rings. The hard tips of the rings scraped around the delicate petals, causing Lingwei to scream repeatedly. Her strength to struggle was quickly exhausted, drawing laughter from the surrounding demons.

"Oh dear, that's not the voice of Lingwei Zhenren, one of the Five Elders of the One Yuan, a master of righteous cultivation. It's clearly the cry of a girl from a brothel at the foot of Mount Jiuhua!"

"Nonsense! The prostitutes in those brothels don't have such beautiful voices. Even the famous courtesans on the Qinhuai River can't cry so melodiously!"

"Damn it, what a slut! Hundreds of years old, and still so sensitive. That skin of yours is smoother than the finest silk from Jiangnan, so white and tender, I really want to take a bite!"

Right Saint, while biting Lingwei's earlobe and breathing hot air into it, provoked Lingwei Zhenren with his words: "Look, even my men are captivated by you. They're seasoned veterans of the pleasure quarters, they've seen all kinds of women, yet they're all mesmerized by you. You little slut, you're not old, how about becoming my disciple? It's the greatest fortune for me to take you in, I guarantee I'll feed you well every day, unlike that deadbeat Qingquan, who's always on the first and fifteenth of the month! Humph! He has a beauty like you but doesn't know how to enjoy it, all his cultivation has gone to waste! Hahaha! Men, come over here, give me your hands, have a good feel for this jade!"

The group of demons readily agreed, and in an instant, twenty or thirty demonic claws surrounded her, some stroking, some kneading, and some pinching. Poor Lingwei Zhenren struggled desperately, but to no avail. She could only scream loudly, shrinking into You Sheng's arms in terror. This was exactly the effect You Sheng wanted. Seeing that he had frightened her enough, he waved his hand, dismissing the surrounding demons, and then said to Lingwei in a gentle tone: "Look, my men are a pack of wolves, all lustful demons. If you don't serve me well, after I've had my fill, I'll give you to them. After they've had their fun, they might refine your nascent soul into ammunition and then eat your body. Or they might imprison your nascent soul and throw you into the brothel at the mountain gate to be used as a courtesan or concubine to entertain visiting Daoists, to win over the cultivators we need to win over, or to give as a gift to the powerful. Of course, if those we want to win over know that you are the famous Lingwei Zhenren of the Five Elders of the One Yuan, I think they would line up to pay with magic treasures and silver to patronize you!" "

A demon beside her, swaying his dog head, said, 'That's right, that's right, Lord Right Saint, let's eat her! Her skin is so delicate and tender, stewing her would be delicious!' '

My lord, even this little wench's nascent soul is pink! If we use her to refine pills, maybe we can concoct an aphrodisiac that can even seduce a Great Luo Golden Immortal!'

So the group of demons fanned the flames, trying to scare Lingwei Zhenren with all sorts of things. Lingwei Zhenren's nerves, already on the verge of collapse, couldn't take it anymore. She collapsed to the ground, clinging to the Right Saint's leg, trembling. The Right Saint gently stroked Lingwei Zhenren's flowing hair, softly comforting her: "As long as you serve me well, I guarantee you'll live a happy life. When I achieve my great goal, you can follow me, and I guarantee you won't want to be a god anymore. Come, be good, let me pamper you~"

Amidst the clamor of demons and monsters around her, and the Right Saint's seductive yet commanding voice echoing in her ears, Lingwei Zhenren's eyes welled with tears, appearing utterly helpless. Thinking of her future fate and predicament, Lingwei Zhenren gritted her teeth, released her grip, and said, "Bah! You demons, don't even think that I will submit to your tyranny! Even if I am reduced to ashes, I will not degenerate into your playthings and lackeys!"

"Good, good, good!" Seeing that Lingwei Zhenren remained unmoved and could still stay clear-headed under his bewitching voice, making his previous teasing all in vain, the Right Saint laughed instead of being angry, "Hehe, good! As expected of a descendant of the righteous and profound Yiyuan Sect, good! I, the Daoist, pity your fine talent and wanted to take you by my side to save your life. Since you are so ungrateful, then I will make you vanish into ashes! I will replenish your primordial yin and take your nascent soul to make medicine! So that you and Qingquan can become a pair of lovebirds bound together by fate!

" Chapter Two: The Tragic Fall of a Flower

Lingwei Zhenren's insistence and rebuke greatly angered the Right Saint Old Monster. His already limited compassion instantly transformed into a raging inferno of lust. Grabbing Lingwei Zhenren's delicate neck with his left hand, he lifted her body off the ground. With his right hand, he lashed out like a claw, tearing her thin Daoist robe to shreds, revealing her alluring, lychee-white flesh beneath. With a flick of his wrist, he flung her limp body more than ten feet away, throwing her onto the ground in front of the group of demons.

"Cough cough." Poor Lingwei Zhenren, one hand struggling to support her upper body, the other clutching her chest, coughed incessantly from the brief moment of suffocation. Her head was half-lowered, more of her beautiful hair falling from her Daoist bun, her jade-like breasts trembling with each cough. Her tender, white body lay on her side on the ground, her two full, slender legs slightly parted and pressed together, making her appear utterly pitiful. The demons excitedly surrounded her, like a large white sheep falling into a pack of wolves. In an instant, more than a dozen wolf claws reached out and rubbed and fondled Lingwei Zhenren's fair body.

"Ah!"

"Let go of my hands!"

"Get away!"

Despite Lingwei Zhenren's futile resistance, she couldn't stop the lewd hands of the demons from constantly violating her. She could only twist her delicate body and scream from time to time, which only further aroused the men in black. Tents were erected in the groins of the demons, and they were all extremely excited, some even drooling.

"Oh~~ Ah!~~ Oh~~ Oh~~~"

The mature woman's body was naturally sensitive and juicy. In a few moments, Lingwei Zhenren felt the dampness and strangeness that had just subsided return, and her screams turned into intermittent soft moans.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, what a fine body of flesh, yet so ungrateful. Alas, what a pity." Right Saint shook his head, feigning regret, while shaking his robes, putting his hands behind his back, and watching with interest as the beautiful woman blushed as his subordinates groped her. He then said, "Listen to my wise advice, obediently submit to me, and I will guarantee you endless carefree pleasure. You won't have to live a life of simple meals and long nights of quiet contemplation, carefully practicing that so-called Golden Elixir Path. In the future, you too can attain the Dao Fruit of Immortality and become an ageless immortal. What do you say?"

Several impatient demons had already taken off their pants, revealing their grotesque phalluses, and all looked at Right Saint. Seeing that Lingwei Zhenren remained silent, the Right Saint nodded slightly and said, "Very well, if I don't let you experience some suffering, you won't understand my good intentions. Let them tell you what the pleasures of being a woman are." With that, he sat down to the side, took out a pot of wine and a jade cup, and began to drink by himself.
Seeing their leader nod, several demons immediately grabbed Lingwei Zhenren's limbs, and a tall tiger demon stood between her legs.

"Fellow Daoists, I won't be polite, I'll take the lead." With that, he pressed his teacup-thick penis against her wet mons pubis.

Although she knew what was about to happen was unavoidable, Lingwei Zhenren still struggled and cried out desperately.

"Let go! Let go of me, kill me!"

Ignoring the woman's cries, the tiger demon slid his thick, long penis up and down a few times. With a slight effort, the enormous snake head parted the two petals and pressed against the bright red stamen. The tiger demon took a deep breath, thrusting his hips, trying to force the teacup-sized snake head into the entrance.

Lingwei Zhenren only had Qingquan as her dual cultivation partner in her life. Although Qingquan was a highly skilled Daoist, natural endowments don't necessarily change with the depth of one's Daoist cultivation. At most, his stamina would be better; his size was no different from that of an ordinary person. [Full text] Completely unlike the normal size of a Daoist partner, the tiger demon's enormous penis was almost three times thicker than a normal person's, over a foot and a half long, hard and hot, with a huge, angular, purplish-black glans—truly a deadly weapon. Seeing such a colossal object about to enter her body, Lingwei felt not only tension and humiliation, but also a tiny bit of anticipation. A blush rose on her pale cheeks.

The tiger demon's enormous snake head seemed alive, constantly throbbing from side to side at the entrance, like a venomous snake searching for its hibernation burrow, trying to slip inside. The surface of its glans was scorching hot, like a piece of burning coal placed on her mons pubis, constantly searing her beautiful petals and tender stamens. Lingwei felt as if the honey flowing from her was about to be evaporated by the burning coals. It was hot and alluring, hot and comfortable, hot enough to make the heart of a mature woman tremble. Involuntarily, she uttered meaningless sounds,

"Mmm~~". With the continuous friction of the snake head, more and more fluids flowed from the Peach Blossom Spring, nourishing the fertile land that was about to be cultivated.

Hearing the alluring moans, the tiger demon knew the time was right. He thrust forward with all his might, his hands gripping the plump, white waist, his massive glans tearing through the narrow opening and penetrating Lingwei Zhenren's slippery passage. It plunged all the way in, ignoring the layers of flesh and the resistance of the folds, reaching directly to the cervix, and then began to thrust rapidly.

"Ah!~~~" Lingwei Zhenren let out a long scream. What a scream it was! Its tones shifted multiple times, like music expressing complex emotions, encompassing pain, humiliation, helplessness, sadness, guilt, and also comfort, pleasure, and joy—a whole host of contradictory yet interconnected feelings.

Finally, she had been defiled by these demons. She didn't know what else awaited her. The sudden pain and pleasure overwhelmed Lingwei Zhenren, jolting her mind, previously intoxicated by physical sensations, into clarity, followed by confusion and panic.

The woman's humiliating screams and joyful moans intertwined, seemingly giving the tiger demon endless energy. He swung his sword even more vigorously, each thrust almost instantly sheathing itself until the hilt was completely gone, like a vicious, stabbing attack. Each strike felt as if it would pierce through the fleshy pot in his hand, fierce and powerful.

The demons watching from the sidelines cheered loudly, some leering and commenting, others sharpening their knives, and some impatiently reaching out their groping hands to fondle the snow-white body.

"Truly exquisite! Look, so much has flowed out~ Looks delicious."

"Exactly! Look at those big white rabbits, bouncing so happily! Damn, I can't resist!" Two demons stood on either side of Lingwei Zhenren, bending down to grab a pair of full, lustful breasts that bounced up and down with each thrust, licking and biting them.
Seeing this, the other demons weren't idle either. Two demons who had grabbed Lingwei Zhenren's hands took turns: one grasped her slender, jade-like fingers, examining them closely, while the other simply took out his own "tool" and stuffed it into her pink palms, forcing her to hold it and manipulating it. Even worse, two demons tacitly grabbed her tender, white, and adorable little feet, licking and manipulating them as if they were savoring delicious ice cream, and greedily sucking and nibbling at her glistening toes, smacking their lips as they did so.

Lingwei Zhenren, who usually followed the rules and focused on her cultivation, had never experienced such humiliating, all-encompassing stimulation. Her beautiful hair was now disheveled, her cheeks flushed red with shame from the stimulation of her lower body and the humiliation surrounding her, her small pearly teeth were almost drawing blood from her pink lips, and tears welled up in her once charming and lively phoenix eyes. She shook her head from side to side, groaning and screaming in pain, struggling and twisting her delicate body.

"Slap! Slap!" The tiger demon freed one hand and forcefully slapped Lingwei Zhenren's plump waist and fleshy buttocks from the side, leaving a series of alluring and sexy handprints on her fair skin.

"You slut, keep twisting! The more you twist, the happier I am! What a treasure pot, it's so tight!"

With each slap, the pain stimulated Lingwei Zhenren's flesh walls, causing them to involuntarily contract and clench. The tiger demon seemed to have tasted the sweetness, and continued to slap her forcefully, until soon her originally snow-white waist, abdomen, and buttocks turned bright red, swollen and congested.

"Again! Again! Good darling, you're doing a good job!"

Seeing the pitiful look on Lingwei Zhenren's face, a snake demon, as if discovering a new path, stretched its long neck and brought its face, still covered in scales, close to Lingwei Zhenren's white head. Its large mouth sealed the beautiful woman's cherry-like nipple, its long, forked red tongue flicking out, wantonly stirring and sucking at the sweet saliva of the aroused woman. Its almost nonexistent lips moved, constantly making "squeak, squeak" and "hiss, hiss" sounds, its dirty saliva covering its flushed cheeks.

A wolf demon, as tall and robust as a tiger demon, clearly couldn't hold back any longer. He walked up to Lingwei Zhenren's white head and slapped the snake demon, who was enjoying the delicious cherry, away. "Get away, you candle stub, don't just hoard it if you don't have the capital." With that, it erected a long, hard penis, grabbed Lingwei Zhenren's chin, and forcefully inserted it into her mouth.

Lingwei Zhenren felt a stench assault her nostrils, and the filthy contents of the monster in her mouth made her feel incredibly nauseous. She shook her head violently, trying to vomit out the obscene stuff. Seeing Lingwei Zhenren struggle, the wolf demon slapped her across the face.

"You filthy bitch, behave yourself and make this Daoist feel good, or you'll suffer!"

Being humiliated like this by a group of demons, it would be better to die. Lingwei Zhenren, somewhat desperate, gave up resisting, letting the pack of beasts devour her.

The wolf demon inserted itself into Lingwei Zhenren's mouth, swaying it left and right a few times. Watching her beautiful face contort from the intrusion of the foreign object seemed to further fuel its violent desires. The wolf demon's penis was already long and hard, with a slightly curved head that pointed upwards. The wolf demon and the tiger demon exchanged a glance, a brief exchange of understanding, and then, as if in sync, both demons simultaneously withdrew their penises, shouting "Hey!" before thrusting them in deeply again. The tiger demon's massive glans squeezed into her uterus, the fierce force bringing Lingwei Zhenren to the brink of orgasm, as if she were in a paradise of carnal pleasure. But as the wolf demon thrust forcefully, its small snake head tore open Lingwei Zhenren's mouth, plunging into her throat, then pressing firmly against it, as if casting Lingwei into the depths of hell with excruciating pain.

The perverse torment seemed to tear Lingwei Zhenren in two, one half to a paradise of bliss, the other to a sea of suffering. The instantaneous suffocation caused the beautiful mature woman's eyes to roll back repeatedly. The wolf demon, sensing the time was right, withdrew the snake's head from her throat, but left it still inside Lingwei Zhenren's mouth. Lingwei struggled to open her mouth wide; the momentary oxygen deprivation in her lungs made her dizzy. Before she could recover, the wolf demon thrust its hips, pushing the snake's head back into her throat. This repeated several times, as if orchestrated with the tiger demon, going in and out simultaneously, each time taking the poor woman to the crossroads of heaven and hell. The stimulation of extreme pleasure and extreme pain caused the beautiful woman to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ooh~ Ooh~ Ooh~ Ooh~" Suddenly, a high-pitched whimper was squeezed out of Lingwei's throat. Her plump, snow-white body arched upwards, every muscle on her fat, white thighs spasming and trembling. The tiger demon felt the pressure on the tip of his penis suddenly increase, and then a stream of hot soup was poured over the snake's head.

"Hoo~~~" Letting out a long breath, the tiger demon shouted, "This slut has come~ Hiss~~~ Grandpa's coming too!!" Saying this, he increased the speed of his thrusting, and he and the wolf demon went in and out quickly, like drilling a tunnel.

The sensitive flesh walls were stimulated even more rapidly. Before Lingwei Zhenren's first orgasm had ended, the second orgasm immediately arrived, followed by the third. For a full cup of tea's time, Lingwei Zhenren remained at the peak of the continuous orgasms.

"Ah!"

"Oh!"

As the tiger demon and wolf demon ejaculated into Lingwei Zhenren's throat and the depths of her paradise respectively, the ravaged beauty had lost her senses and incontinence. Yellow fluid washed over her mons pubis and the place where the tiger demon had been biting her. Thick semen and a layer of white foam, representing the woman's extreme satisfaction, were washed onto the ground along with her urine, while some remained at the entrance, dripping incessantly.

The tiger demon and wolf demon withdrew with satisfaction, turning around and slumping to the side. Immediately, two other demons filled their positions, ignoring the stickiness after their ejaculation, and hurriedly thrust inside. ...

The cruel gang rape continued until dawn. After all the demons except the Right Saint had been satisfied at least twice, they sat in a circle, admiring their masterpiece.

In the center of the circle, a once vibrant, snow-white, and delicate body was now covered in purplish-blue wounds and viscous fluid. In some places, the fluid had dried, clinging tightly to the tender skin like agar. Lingwei Zhenren lay on her back, her wide, empty eyes seemingly unfocused. Her lips were slightly parted, and white semen trickled from her mouth. Her pair of high, white breasts were deformed from the rough handling, covered with a network of finger marks. Her normally soft abdomen was slightly swollen, clearly filled with a man's semen. Her legs were bound to the legs of the incense table with strips of cloth by the demon, spread almost in a straight line, revealing a fleshy opening the size of a teacup, through which the red flesh walls and flowing white semen could be clearly seen.

A thin, wiry old man squatted beside Lingwei Zhenren's naked, white flesh, carefully wiping her cold, numb body with a damp cloth.

Right Saint put down his wine jug, lightly moved in front of Lingwei, and, his squinting eyes looking down at her miserable state.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, why suffer like this? Why bother? If you had submitted to me earlier, you wouldn't be suffering like this. How could I bear to let such a beautiful woman like you be mocked by a bunch of roughnecks?" He then squatted down, took the damp cloth from the old man's hand, and began wiping Lingwei's face while constantly expressing his pity.

"Why are you so stubborn? You're in the prime of your life, like a peony in full bloom. If you don't enjoy life while you can, you'll regret it when you're old and faded. I, the Holy One, possess great magical power. Follow me and cultivate the Yin-Yang Joyful Path, and you can preserve your youthful beauty. Otherwise, you'll follow in the footsteps of your fellow disciples." Seeing that Lingwei Zhenren remained silent, the Right Saint continued to tempt her.

"You heretics and demons have no hope of attaining the supreme Dao. No matter how powerful your magic is, it's still just a minor, unorthodox practice. If you encounter a master of the righteous path one day, I'll make sure your souls are scattered and you are reduced to ashes!" Hearing the demon's shameless threat, Lingwei Zhenren turned her head with difficulty, her eyes blazing with fire as she stared at the Right Saint. Her voice was weak but firm, each word as if squeezed out from between her teeth.

"You evil Taoist, don't waste your time! I'd rather die than collude with you! I know you won't let me go. Come on, I'll be waiting for you on the road to the Yellow Springs!"

"Since you're so ungrateful, don't blame this Saint for being ruthless! Let you be a woman one last time!"...

Two hours later, the Right Saint, leading his remaining subordinates, burst out of the cave, laughing wildly. The Chi You Banner was wrapped around him.

After pacing back and forth on Qingyun Plain for a few steps, the Right Saint suddenly roared, "Damn it! Why haven't those three bastards who went after the little beauty returned yet? Hehe, Grandpa has already enjoyed the old beauty, gaining at least five hundred years of cultivation. And the little beauty? Perfect for Grandpa to refine the Yin God! Wonderful!"

Li Feng was completely paralyzed on the ground, speechless. "Retribution, retribution... If my grandmaster and the others hadn't coveted that Chi You Banner, how could this have happened?... Retribution, retribution... If my grandmaster and the others hadn't been so kind, hadn't been so trusting, and had instead followed my example, how could they have been ambushed by the old Daoist Wu Shen, suffering such severe injuries that they were powerless to resist?... The wheel of karma turns... Heaven, are you telling me, good people don't live long? Then let me become a truly evil person, what's the point of me being a good person?"

A bolt of lightning struck the sky, and raindrops began to fall.

A dark figure flew in from the northwest, trailing a cloud of black smoke: "Right Saint, Right Saint, that girl possessed an extremely vicious magic weapon! She killed both of my brothers... Luckily, I reacted quickly and escaped... Right Saint, that girl..." The Right

Saint frowned, his right hand suddenly grabbing the black-clad man's neck, roaring, "Where is that girl?"

The black-clad man trembled: "In my haste, a bolt of Yin lightning destroyed her right arm, knocking her off the cliff. That Yin lightning was bestowed by You, Right Saint; I doubt that girl survived... Right Saint, spare my life..." With a scream, the Right Saint mercilessly snapped his neck, pulled out the golden core from his body, and swallowed it whole.

Over there, a group of black-clad men cheered; they had finally opened the cave where they worshipped the Yellow Dragon Immortal. The genealogy of the One Yuan Sect was brought out, as was the portrait of the Yellow Dragon Immortal.

Right Saint sneered, "Fine, fine, the harvest this time is not bad. Let's go. I'll leave them an illusion to prevent other righteous people from coming. Hehe, otherwise the destruction of the Yiyuan Sect would turn the entire cultivation world upside down... Hehe, we actually lost more than eighty people. If it weren't for the Chiyou Banner, we wouldn't be able to explain ourselves... Hmm, Qingquan, Lingwei, Miaomiao, Huoyun, Qingsong... Hehe, all the disciples of the Yiyuan Sect are dead, hahahaha."

Right Saint unfolded the portrait of Huanglong Zhenren and glanced at it, his body trembling violently: "Heavens, 'Seven Absolute Demon-Slaying Sword,' 'Life-Creating Pot,' 'Immortal-Binding Rope'... This old bastard left behind so many magic treasures? Damn it, luckily these Yiyuan Sect disciples didn't bring them with them, otherwise..."

Right Saint chuckled a few times in a low voice, and drifted away with a group of subordinates.

Qingyunping was reduced to ruins. In the last remaining grove of trees, only Li Feng lay there like a corpse, enduring the pounding of the wind and rain.

Li Feng stared blankly at the corpses of the Five Elders of the One Yuan. Qingquanzi and the others had broken bones and their Purple Mansions shattered by the magic weapons; while his beautiful and alluring master's wife, Lingwei Zhenren, was naked, her skin withered, clearly having been drained of her vital essence. A surge of evil fire instantly rushed from the soles of his feet to his head. His true essence felt like a bowl of cold water being added to a boiling pot, surging wildly, only to be forcibly suppressed by the "Mysterious Stone." Thinking of the current tragic state of his sect, and of Zhao Yue'er being blasted off the cliff by the black-clad men with Yin Lightning, he had personally witnessed the power of the Yin Lightning they used to destroy Qingyunping—a terrifying force that silently and completely obliterated a mountain. He couldn't even imagine what would happen to Zhao Yue'er's delicate body after being struck by such Yin Lightning. He couldn't imagine what would happen to Zhao Yue'er after she fell off that bottomless cliff that even those men in black dared not descend to investigate.

"Hahaha, hahaha, all dead, good riddance, all dead… I'm finally free… If you have spirits in heaven, watch, watch how I avenge you, watch!" Li Feng shook his disheveled hair, laughing almost hysterically, his heart filled with a dark, ferocious tide of brutality, destruction, and self-destruction.

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