【The Tale of the Demon Sword】(Volume 29, Chapter 141)

Chapter 141: Plum Blossoms Beside Peach Blossoms, Capture the King to Catch the Bandit.

This young woman was none other than Huang Ying.

That day, she packed her belongings and went down the mountain to chase Geng Zhao, only to be stopped by the Chi Lian Tang sentries. Unexpectedly, Geng Zhao and Ah Sha

had disguised themselves and, under Lao Hu's cover, easily passed through the danger. From then on, this small shrimp swam into the sea, embarking on a series of adventures.

Huang Ying inquired at inn after inn in Wanghua Four Towns at the foot of the mountain, but to no avail. Unwilling to turn back,

she remembered Geng Zhao was from Longkou Village and might go home first. So she traveled further and further, until she reached

Fuxian Town near the Chishui Ancient Ferry. By then, the pocket money Heng Shuying had given her was almost gone. On a whim, she decided to find a nunnery in the town to stay at.

Shuiyue Tingxuan, besides being one of the "Four Great Sword Sects" in the martial arts world, was also one of the ten directions of Buddhist monasteries. There aren't many Mahayana Buddhist temples in the East Sea

, and they keep in touch with each other. At Broken Heart Lake, itinerant nuns often stay overnight,

and Xu Ziyi provides them with vegetarian meals and lodging free of charge. When Shuiyue's disciples travel, they can use the mark on their swords to

temporarily borrow food and lodging from various nunneries, thus benefiting from this kindness.

However, the bustling town of Fuxian has no Mahayana nunneries. The local Buddhist temples in the East Sea

are a hundred times more ruthless in collecting donations than inns, not to mention those wicked monks who don't discriminate against meat, their thieving eyes never leaving her

magnificent breasts, as if they wanted to devour them. Huang Ying encountered many rejections and was almost dragged into a lavish secular

temple. Finally, she gave up the idea of freeloading, pawned her sword for money, and found a clean and inexpensive little

inn to stay in.

The old woman who ran the ladle was very kind to her, saying she looked like her distant niece. She shared half of her meat-stuffed noodles

with her and wouldn't accept payment. The two chatted and ate over bean curd, getting along extremely well. Huang Ying quickly figured out

the old woman's tastes and started rambling, only telling her things she liked to hear: how she came from the countryside, how she lost both

her parents , how she came to Fuxian Town to seek relatives but couldn't find anyone, and how she didn't know what to do... The old woman sighed and shed tears, then

cooked her a bowl of fish soup to "nourish" her smooth, fair, and rosy round face.

Huang Ying ate her fill, her eyelids relaxed, and she had a good sleep. When she woke up, she found herself on the deck, soaked by

the river , bound like a dumpling. Besides herself, there were other women on the boat, their buttocks pressed against their faces, legs touching their shoulders,

all lying on the floor.

"Ah Ying, you woke up the earliest, which shows you're in good shape, unlike the others. Since you're all alone anyway,

why not join the sect, learn some martial arts, and then come out of the valley to help Granny? What do you say?" The old woman

said to her while rowing, her tone as gentle and kind as when they ate noodles the night before.

Unlike the haphazardly made-up little Huang Ying, everything the old woman said was true. She genuinely felt that this girl was like a long-lost

niece, but she concealed one thing from her—this inn was originally a secret base of the Tianluoxiang Chiyang branch. Besides gathering

information , they also looked for lone female travelers to replenish their ranks, from infants and girls to women and old women, taking

anyone who needed the sect.

Huang Ying's skills were meager. In the past, she had spent her days idly under the Shuiyue Sect, resorting to any means necessary. Having lost

her longsword for self-defense, even the experienced Chiyang Master couldn't discern her martial arts abilities. He only noticed her strong physique and fair skin,

concluding she possessed "excellent potential" by the standards of the Outer Four Divisions. With a little training, he believed she could become a beauty in time, and thus sent

her to Lenglu Valley.

Knowing she had no chance of escape, Huang Ying gave up the idea and spent over half a month in the Hui Division. Relying on her accurate

situational judgment and her ability to feign ignorance and amuse herself, she surprisingly thrived. Coincidentally, the Heavenly Palace was short-staffed, and the newly appointed

Hui Division's Weaving Envoy, eager to prove himself, quickly sent a batch of virgins to serve in the palace. Huang Ying, in a flash, was brought under the jurisdiction of the Inner

Four Divisions . Given the current chaos within Tianluo Incense,

it wasn't impossible that Huang Ying would eventually become the Deputy Welcoming Incense Envoy.

"A mink isn't a pig, you're so ignorant!"

She smiled, her eyes narrowed, and briefly explained how she had been kidnapped into the valley and where she was

. Her quick wit and eloquence allowed her to finish the story in a few words, leaving Geng Zhao deeply impressed. He smiled wryly, "

I could talk for days about what happened after we came down the mountain, but I don't have your sharp tongue."

Huang Ying blushed, and with a light "smack!" slapped his hand, scolding, "Well, it's been a while, and your mouth has become

so mean." Geng Zhao was completely bewildered: "I admire you, but why has your mouth become mean?" Huang Ying, her face

flushed, stared at him seriously for a long time, then shrugged and said, "Oh dear, it turns out I really wronged you.

So you... didn't mean that." "

'That meant'? What did I mean?" Geng Zhao was utterly confused.

Huang Ying didn't answer him, pointing instead to the jade-like body lying on the bed, and said with a wicked smile, "What do you mean by 'caught in the act'? You were

practically raping someone. If I hadn't stumbled upon it, things might have gotten even worse."

Geng Zhao had no way to refute, scratching his head in bewilderment.

"I don't know what happened, I just woke up like this. I remember—" His memory gradually cleared, and he murmured

,

"By the stream. That gray-robed man…we were all injured. And those woodcutters in their official uniforms…

that

's it! Hong…Where is the Second Headmaster? Where is she?"

Huang Ying was startled.

"Sister Hong came too? I didn't see her. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Geng Zhao's expression was solemn, and he shook his head repeatedly. "I don't know. I only remember that before I fainted, I was with her."

Huang Ying felt a mix of emotions. She wanted to ask, "Have you been together all this time?" but then she thought, "Who cares

? She's with me now." Feeling relieved, she chuckled,

"It's alright, I'll ask around. If Sister Hong is also in Cold Furnace Valley, we'll find her."

Geng Zhao thought he had no other choice. He held her soft, smooth little hand and said sincerely, "It's

so good . Luckily, you're safe and sound, not a hair is missing. I asked all the sisters in the Stealth Capital to inquire about your

whereabouts everywhere. I'm still worried about you."

Huang Ying's face flushed. Although she didn't know what the Stealth Capital was, she didn't forget the words "all the sisters." She

grinned mischievously, "Then why don't you set up a feast to thank me? Too many sisters, you're dreaming." She didn't pull her hand away and just let

him hold it. Geng Zhao sighed, "What's so wonderful about it? Right now, we need our sisters, but we have none around! With

the girls from the Hidden Capital here, escaping from here would be much easier."

Huang Ying shook her head, "It's not that easy." She then explained about the forbidden passage. "...Without Grandma's decree,

no one can leave. I heard that a man-eating black widow lives in the forbidden passage, and every year some ignorant fools try to sneak out of the valley..."

In the end, they all devoured the stomachs of those mother spiders. With a strongman like you to add to the meal, they'd be overjoyed.

Geng Zhao didn't know how long he had been unconscious, couldn't calculate how many days had passed since the Dharma Assembly, and couldn't determine

whether the Silkworm Maiden had sent Xue Yanqing back. He crossed his arms and pondered, "Are the Heavenly Luo Fragrant Snow Sect Master and Granny Chi also in the valley? Are they

easy to see?"

"They are supposedly both in this main hall, but the sisters in the bathhouse said that the Sect Master and Granny Chi are like dragons, appearing and disappearing

without a . They will appear when they want to see you, but unless you are extremely close to them, they are not easy to see. That was before.

Now, these two have been missing for a long time, and the Eight Divisions of the Sect are each ruling their own territory, none of them submitting to the others; if it weren't for the fear that a

great enemy surnamed Ming might come in at any time, they would have already turned against each other." He sighed softly as he spoke.

"I have no idea what these fools are thinking. They live and eat well in Lenglu Valley, and even the work is easy.

Life is so comfortable! Let them stay at Broken Heart Lake for a year or two before they realize how good things are now.

What's the point of fighting to the death?"

Geng Zhao shuddered. "She's talking about Miss Ming." Given Ming Zhanxue's status, she was once

only . It's not surprising that she can come and go freely in Lenglu Valley like the current sect leader, Xue Yanqing.

It seems there are only two ways to leave: one near, one far; one inside, one outside.

If Xue Yanqing has returned, they can ask her for a favor from Blood River Pond. With her straightforward and honest nature, leaving the valley shouldn't

be difficult—that's the short-term option. The long-term option is to wait for Miss Ming to arrive. With her help from within and without, they can escape. However

, no matter what plan he adopted, he would inevitably offend the other side. He didn't want Xue Yanqing to be caught off guard and Lenglu Valley to be

littered with corpses, nor did he want Mingzhan Xue to be harmed as a result. After pondering for a long time, he couldn't come up with a third foolproof plan.

Huang Ying was unaware of his thoughts, but seeing his furrowed brows, she gently pulled away from his grasp, pinched his cheeks with her small hands

, and laughed, "It's too late to be scared now. The Ying girl you dealt with is no pushover. She's a dignified instructor of the Zhangzi Department

, a person who can act on a whim. After doing such a thing, just kill her to silence her. Won't Lenglu Valley suffer double the damage?"

Geng Zhao tried to explain, but his face was stretched like a Chow Chow's, and he babbled for a long time, but all his words were mixed up in his mouth. Huang

Ying listened with "Mmm-hmm," nodding repeatedly. "You're really going to take full responsibility? You're really something. Once she wakes up,

just take her to the wedding ceremony, and it won't be considered rape. You'll be a ready-made spider son-in-law."

"...Fat Wild Juice Lu Hu Ye!" (There's no spider son-in-law!)

"Sounds delicious." Huang Ying smiled broadly. "Is this dish for the wedding banquet? I'll remember it, I'll make it

for you later... Sao Ni Man Ri Ri (try making a plate)—" It turned out that Geng Zhao had suddenly pinched her nose.

The two looked at each other, then both bent over with laughter.

"Keep it down... keep it down!"

Huang Ying, clutching her snow-white belly, stumbled and fell to the ground, kicking him occasionally, panting, "Ouch!

Be careful... be careful you alert the others and they'll catch you red-handed raping the cult leader! Oh my, I'm laughing... laughing

my head ..."

Geng Zhao, sweating profusely from suppressing his laughter, gritted his teeth and said, "You're even louder than me! What did you say—" Seeing her voluptuous

breasts heaving like waves, reflecting off her white skin, glistening with tiny beads of sweat, and faint blue veins peeking through her snow-white skin,

he was indescribably alluring. His limp penis, which had been languishing after ejaculation, suddenly became erect, hard and painfully so,

startling .

He was completely naked, and this astonishing change did not escape Huang Ying's beautiful eyes. She stopped laughing,

only soft panting remained; her surprise lasted only a moment before she resumed her ambiguous smile, biting her lip as she stared at the man

's erect member protruding between his legs, as if studying something new. After a moment, she said, "You... want to rape me?"

A "boom" resounded in Geng Zhao's chest, his blood rushing to his head, threatening to burst his eardrums. In his panic, a sliver

of lewd pleasure, almost immoral, surged within him. This strange fluttering made his mouth dry, and his body instinctively moved closer to the girl. However, the moment he moved, a

sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen, instantly clearing his mind. He shook his head with difficulty, saying, "We... we're good friends, I won't

... I won't do that. Don't... don't be afraid."

Huang Ying didn't seem afraid at all. She hummed in agreement, her expression unreadable—whether relieved or disappointed—and suddenly

bit her lip and smiled, asking softly,

"You... felt comfortable with her like that?" Geng Zhao was utterly embarrassed.

Such topics, even casual conversations with peers in bed, would inevitably cause blushes and heart palpitations, let alone listening to a

young girl, barely clothed and almost naked, discuss them. Before he could even think of a reply, his monstrous erection had already twitched

a few times. Huang Ying seemed unsurprised, chuckling as she suddenly reached out and grasped the massive member. Her soft, smooth hand stroked its astonishingly

hot and thick length, the unusual contrast between their skin causing Geng Zhao to involuntarily gasp and inhale deeply,

his eyes narrowing comfortably, already too late to dodge.

Unlike Yu Xiao'e, Lei Mingyao, and even Ming Gu Niang and Bao Bao Jin'er, Huang Ying's actions were less

of a tease and more of a provocation, no different from a prank like secretly tripping someone or deliberately eating their hidden

pastries, except there was no malice involved; she simply wanted to see "what you would do." Geng Zhao

couldn't bring himself to be angry with her. He even felt that sternly rebuking her "Don't do this" would be too much;

it wasn't worth just muttered, "Okay, stop playing around," feeling utterly helpless. Huang Ying, seizing his weakness

, grinned mischievously, "You must be thrilled. You stinky men are the ones who love it. Hey! Tell me honestly, is it more comfortable to use your hand

or a woman's?"

Geng Zhao blushed.

"It's not the same."

"Nonsense! Who doesn't know it's different?" Huang Ying grinned maliciously, her slender fingers pinching and stroking,

suddenly becoming fierce, making him tilt his head back, exhale, and grimace. "What in the world is more skillful than a human hand? It can

exert as much force as you want, squeeze out anything! What's so fun about putting it inside? Tell me, tell me."

"Ugh... Ha, ha... It's different..." Geng Zhao struggled against the intense friction of the penis,

fearing that the girl might misunderstand and that he would have to explain things clearly to her in the future. "The woman's... um, ah...

not

only tight, but also wet... hot... light and soft... umm..."

Huang Ying had a sudden inspiration, spitting a few mouthfuls onto the swollen, purplish-brown dragon head, and holding it in her palm along with the fragrant saliva.

Instead of using force, she used the lubrication to rub and slide, making a sizzling sound as she manipulated it, the sticky squeezing sounds particularly lewd.

"...Like this?"

"And, and the woman's body... is also indescribably beautiful. When... when doing that kind of thing, you can see her waist, legs, buttocks, breasts... "

"Its beauty is even more irresistible..."

Huang Ying sneered incessantly, and in the midst of her busy work, she freed one of her left hands, her palm pressed against her ribs, and lifted up

a handful of plump flesh like piled-up snowflakes. The originally heavy breasts were transformed into proudly erect

, plump jade shoots by her hands, but her small hands were buried in the breasts and could not be clearly seen, only the full, soft whiteness that seemed about to burst through the light gauze, much like a sac of molten goat's milk; the semi-liquid, semi-

solid milk filled the thin sacs to the brim, and the warm, moist milk even seeped out of the pores, covering the surface like jade fat,

sticky and moist—

the man's manhood in her palm immediately reacted. Huang Ying felt the dragon swell even more, and couldn't help but feel smug.

While kneading her large, round breasts, she sucked on the penis, making a squelching sound. She smirked and said, "Is it like this?

Anything else?"

Geng Zhao supported himself with his hands behind his back, his beautiful waist trembling, bouncing and thrusting his lower body. Between deep breaths, he could

still manage to say, "Besides... ahhh—besides, besides the beauty of her appearance, the moans and gasps of a woman

are like heavenly music. The wonder here... ha, ha... is... far beyond what mouth and hands can compare to..."

Huang Ying thought: It's not hard to make a couple of noises, is it? She could even do a stand-up comedy routine! Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

She was holding the man's penis while kneading her own large breasts, and now she was going to straighten her neck and make a sound?

Could there be anything more stupid than that? A nameless rage rose within her, and with a loud "smack!" she slapped Long Chu, scolding,

"I'm not playing anymore! You're ugly enough already. You think you can trick me into lying down and letting you... letting you put it inside me?

I won't fall for that, hmph!" Her pale face flushed crimson, a mixture of anger and excitement,

shyness, and an ambiguous, indescribable tension—it didn't seem like she was angry at all.

Geng Zhao, in excruciating pain, clutched her legs tightly, bending them like a cooked shrimp, utterly humiliated. Huang

Ying's accusation was clearly a frame-up; he had no such intention. However, glancing up at the girl's snow-white, full thighs and the faint blush on her thin

skin , he suddenly felt that if he could "get inside her," the sensation would be indescribable... He snapped back to reality,

feeling both embarrassed and ashamed, and quickly looked away, not daring to look any longer. He took a few deep breaths and whispered,

"A man's... you can't hit him here, it's deadly."

Huang Ying thought he was faking it. Seeing the man's pale face, she couldn't help but change color. Her breasts pressed against his

arm through the thin gauze, and she said urgently, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I thought... it hurt a lot? I, I'll

rub it for you—" She was almost crying.

Geng Zhao inhaled the warmth of her skin and felt the indescribable softness and size between his arms. If it weren't for his lingering weakness

and pain, he would have almost lost control. He didn't dare let her touch his vital parts again, and instead took her small, soft hand in his own, gently

comforting her: "It's alright, you'll be fine after a rest. That Miss Ying didn't have good intentions. She did... did this kind of thing with me

to replenish her yin with yang. If I hadn't learned this technique, I'd probably be the one lying there unable to move right now." He

briefly explained the principle of replenishing yin with yang to her.

Since coming to Lenglu Valley, Huang Ying's greatest joy wasn't the good food, good sleep, or easy work, but rather the open and frank customs of the Outer Four Divisions regarding matters of love between men and women .

This greatly satisfied young Huang Ying's intense curiosity about such things, and she felt as if

she had met a kindred spirit too late .

Like other martial arts sects, Tianluoxiang doesn't teach skills to those who haven't been in their inner circle for at least three years. However, the essence of their "Abdominal Infant Skill"

is nourishing a woman's yin energy. At the beginning, the techniques of seduction and martial arts are not differentiated, and are quite rudimentary. Only those who aren't eliminated within six months

can receive instruction. Huang Ying, though new to the sect, is already on good terms with various acquaintances. He's pieced together bits and pieces of hearsay, so he

's not entirely ignorant. After listening to his explanation, he pondered for a moment before suddenly understanding:

"The Inner Four Divisions' instructors are chaste. I heard they seek men with abundant yang energy, exchanging their chastity for increased power

to become top masters. She must have tested your yang essence, intending to use you as a powerful tonic. Who knew you, a treacherous thief

, also knew her tricks? Now, the robber has met his match, a disaster has struck, and this is

how it is." He then opened his palm, revealing a glossy, cherry-colored stain, like wet ink washes, varying in shades,

clearly from the Dragon Pestle.

Geng Zhao was both amused and exasperated. "How could I be so wicked?"

Huang Ying chuckled, about to make a joke, but suddenly frowned and muttered, "Grandma hasn't shown herself for almost ten days. There are no more mink pigs to replenish

the valley , and the various leaders are getting restless. Ying Youyu brought you from the outer four tribes, and the news

has already leaked out. Even if we kill her to silence her, others will search the whole house for this new mink pig. Wherever she hides,

she'll be . This is a big problem."

Geng Zhao was displeased to hear her mention silencing her again. He could take it as a joke once, but hearing her serious tone,

it seemed she had considered it and realized it wasn't feasible, otherwise she would have taken action. He frowned and said, "I'll inhale..." " Take away only a small portion of her

Yin energy, that's enough to punish her. Don't talk like some kind of gangster, taking lives so easily."

Huang Ying stuck out her cat tongue and chuckled, "Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely remember your lesson, Master Geng.

It's a pity your punishment seems a bit too lenient, otherwise you could have sucked her flat and taken more interest."

Geng Zhao was amused by her, realizing he had been too serious, and grateful for her good temper of letting go without any lingering resentment, he

said gently, "Her power is not suitable for me. That Yin energy feels like knives stabbing in my dantian, it's really uncomfortable. If I take too much

of that kind of interest, I'm afraid it will kill me."

"Can't you turn it into your own?" Huang Ying's tone was a little anxious. "They also take what they've absorbed as their own. Your

martial arts are so much higher than hers, how can you not use it?"

Geng Zhao shook his head. "Since they are not of the same origin, it's not something you can just absorb at will. The dual cultivation method I know involves

planting a Yang pill in the woman's dantian to transform the male's primordial Yang energy, so that both parties can benefit from it.

The principle used by this Miss Ying seems to be similar. She also leaves a little Yin energy in the man's body, gradually transforming it into Yang energy,

and then absorbing it all in one go when the time is right."

"Men who receive the Yin Pill may initially feel an extra surge of Yin energy in their dantian. As time passes, it may

even subtly merge with their original internal energy, making them increasingly adept at wielding it. Little do

they know, this is a recipe for disaster. Once the Yin and Yang energies become one, when these Tianluo Xiang instructors reverse the Yin Pill's internal energy cultivation method, guess who this internal energy obeys and

where it goes?"

Huang Ying shuddered and murmured, "This is exactly what they mean by 'dealing with a tiger for its skin' or 'inviting a wolf into the house.'

Those men think they've gained an advantage, but little do they know they'll lose their lives."

Geng Zhao solemnly said, "Although I am familiar with the 'Tianluo Xin Cai Jue,' it's not the same as the Bi Huo Gong, which can activate itself while unconscious

. I suspect she didn't intend to forcibly extract internal energy, but rather planned to deliver the Yin Pill when the man's Yang essence is separated from his body and his Yang energy is at its weakest."

"Enter the dantian."

Huang Ying clapped her hands and laughed, "Who knew you'd run into a notorious bandit who'd mastered his own family's secret techniques? The porridge vendor robbed the porridge stand,

spitting out a whole bunch of porridge at you, a complete loss." Geng Zhao scratched his head and smiled bitterly, "Why do I sound so bad?"

Her large, clear eyes darted around, suddenly revealing a profound, enigmatic, half-smiling expression, and she

whispered, "Now, I know where I'm hiding you. But I need to borrow something from you."

Geng Zhao was all alone, without even clothes, and figured she wouldn't "borrow" something as normal as hair or nails, so

he hurriedly covered his private parts with both hands. "No! This is non-negotiable. What kind of crooked idea are you plotting?"

"I don't care what you think!" Huang Ying grinned maliciously, extending her ten fingers and approaching step by step:

"Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you! Just give in obediently!"

"Escort, envoy..."

When Ying Youyu was awakened, she felt a burning pain in her groin. She shook her head and slightly gathered her dazed consciousness, only then

remembering that she was no longer a virgin. It must be because that sable's thing was too big, leaving a tear when she was deflowered—

she immediately realized her mistake. The boy's huge thing, as thick as an infant's arm, was completely inserted into her tender

vagina, which had never experienced love before. She straddled his waist like a horse, the curved, angry dragon not even visible at the base. Her soft, full, light amber mons

pubis pressed against the man's thick, dark pubic hair, the two joined tightly together, as if they were originally one.

The pain, sharpening with the slightest movement, reminded her that this was not a dream but reality, though it

seemed different from the fragments of her memory, and she couldn't quite piece them together. And then there was the soft, tingling touch behind her…

Women are naturally sensitive to fragrance, and Ying Youyu was far more sensitive in this regard than most. She immediately connected the scent of that skin with the voice

calling out "Messenger," and a simple, fair, round face appeared

in her mind. "You… how did you get here? How… how did you get in?"

The round-faced, large-breasted woman panicked, her soft, pillow-like breasts swaying and heaving like waves against her back,

the dramatic changes making her dizzy again. "Mercy, Your Excellency! Mercy, Your Excellency!" The thrashing stopped abruptly, and after a moment of

silence , the busty girl timidly said, "Your Excellency... Your Excellency, I want to get out of bed and kowtow to you to beg for mercy, but

if I get out, there will be no one to support you. Should I...should I do it now or not?"

Ying Youyu almost fainted from anger. She wanted to slap the girl twice, but when she twisted her vagina, it hurt, and she almost burst into tears.

Afraid of losing her composure in front of this village girl, she gritted her teeth and said, "No, no need. Just leave it like this. Don't...don't move."

"Yes, yes! I won't move, I won't move." After resting for a while, she seemed to remember that Your Excellency was waiting for her reply, and

stammered, "It was Your Excellency who let...let me in."

"Nonsense...ah..."

Ying Youyu straightened her back in anger. Her vagina was aching, sore, and numb, yet also somewhat alluring. Her authoritative rebuke

ended with a delicate nasal tone, which was breathtaking. She was panting heavily, not daring to make a move. The busty woman acted as if she hadn't

heard her and continued her rambling:

"I was afraid the mink pig wasn't clean, so I brought soap and cloths for the envoy to wash... When I got to the door, I heard a lot of

banging and , like they were having a good time... Who knew the door would suddenly open, and the envoy and the mink pig were both naked,

fighting! The servants were all smashed." Ying Youyu looked around and indeed, several lamps were overturned, and the place was in complete chaos, like a pot had been boiled over.

Even her beloved jade ornaments were smashed on the ground, broken in two.

The door to the training room was open on one side, and the thick horizontal bolt was lying on the ground. It was definitely opened from the inside,

with no signs of damage from the outside.

The busty girl's words were incoherent, but Ying Youyu still tried to piece together the whole story: During intercourse,

the sable suddenly woke up and struggled to escape—it was at this moment that the bolt was removed—she

subdued him before he lost consciousness, and then called the busty girl who happened to be walking to the corridor...

"...And then?" Ying Youyu rubbed her temples, trying to recall a memory.

"There's no 'and then'." The busty girl's voice sounded frighteningly stupid, making Ying Youyu frown:

"The envoy is asleep, I didn't dare to move, and he didn't move either."

Ying Youyu reached out and pinched the boy's jaw, looked at the color on his tongue, and checked the whites of his eyes. She couldn't see any

trace of drugs, and thought to herself: "If Yu Xiao'e often drains this guy's vital energy, she would definitely use drugs to make him stupid, which would be much easier

to control ." Tianluoxiang was skilled in using poisons, and the outer four departments were especially good at using mind-controlling drugs.

It didn't seem strange that Yu Xiao'e used her unique mind-controlling drug on the sable she had secretly kept.

She gradually grew accustomed to the swollen, foreign object inside her. Suddenly, she raised her hand and slapped him hard.

The boy winced in pain, his massive penis thrusting forward. Ying Youyu let out a soft "Ooh," her neck shrinking and trembling slightly. Finally catching her breath, she saw

his expressionless face. She raised her hand again, not even bothering to dodge. She sighed inwardly, "He really is an idiot. I never thought my…

I'd give it an idiot." She didn't know whether to feel sorrow or amusement.

The sable pigs used in the Heavenly Palace were strictly forbidden to be used haphazardly by the four outer divisions

. There were strict rules regarding the prescriptions, the appropriate physique and age, and the dosage. This was because the four outer divisions were foolish and reckless. It wasn't a big deal if the medicine harmed a boy, but

there had been cases of men going mad and harming others after their semen was extracted for fertilization. Ying Youyu guessed she was just unlucky to have encountered this once.

Perhaps Yu Xiao'e was cunning and used the medicine as a precaution, not wanting others to share in her favor.

She endured the discomfort and circulated her inner energy, only to find that she had lost a small portion of her power. She quickly pressed on the man's waist and abdomen and exerted force, only then

feeling a familiar pure Yin energy. She was shocked: "How could such a Yin core have been formed in such a short time?"

She hurriedly ordered the village girl:

"Close the door!" Pointing to the candlestick that had fallen to the ground: "Protect me. If I tell you to

make smash it down on his face without holding back." Huang Ying did as she was told, picked up the gilded candlestick, stretched her arms, and said sweetly: "

Don't worry, I often pound rice in my hometown. A few more grains won't hurt, I'll pound them to pieces just the same!"

Ying Youyu was eager to verify and didn't have time to pay attention to her. She quickly reversed her inner energy and felt the tip of the pestle against her flower core tremble.

A Yin energy flowed back into her body like a thread being drawn, and her originally empty dantian gradually filled up again. She focused intently on her practice for

about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and all her losses were recovered, with a subtle increase. Not only that, but she also felt a warm, pleasant sensation in her dantian, instantly making her

feel refreshed and invigorated , as if she had been completely rejuvenated, and she was overjoyed.

—That fool Yu Xiao'e, she completely misused the method, wasting this excellent cauldron!

Compared to the yang essence that nourishes people, this physique that naturally combines with the yin essence and can self-improve is a true

rare treasure! In other men, this yin-nourishing and moon-replenishing quality requires exhausting their life essence to transform into something else...

A mentally challenged boy could easily provide it. If she could repeat this process, she would endlessly increase her internal strength until she could

master all the ultimate techniques within the *Tianluo Jing*—this

would completely change the Tianluo Incense. The problem that had plagued generations of sect elites—"internal strength not matching the techniques"—would finally

be solved in Ying Youyu's hands. This was…this was something even Grandma couldn't do!

Ying Youyu almost cried out in excitement, but her joy was short-lived. Remembering another important matter, she hurriedly asked Huang Ying

, "How long have I been unconscious?" Huang Ying chuckled inwardly, pretending to count on her fingers, whetting her

appetite , before stammering, "About half an hour? I can't remember."

(Oh no!)

Ying Youyu's expression changed slightly. The Yin Pill she planted could only be absorbed by herself; even if Meng Tingshu and Xia Xingchen

tried to imitate it , they couldn't form a second one in their dantian. Therefore, the instructors sent by Grandma to "harvest" the masters of the greenwood

must be consistent, otherwise they will lose their meaning.

She absorbed the Yin Pill from Geng Zhao's dantian back, and at this moment the man's belly was empty, like unclaimed sacrificial meat falling into

someone else's mouth, and this cauldron would be handed over. Before hiding it, the safest thing to do is to plant

another Yin Pill solidly, one radish in one hole, at most it will be a fight to the death, and no one will benefit.

Ying Youyu couldn't remember how she made him ejaculate, but she didn't have time to waste. She ordered Huang Ying to move a few

stools to prop up the door, and she gritted her teeth and slowly shook her little butt, ignoring the big-breasted girl watching from the side, wanting to take the boy

for herself first.

What she didn't know was that Geng and Huang had used a lot of effort to finally stuff their hard dragon pestle back

into her dry vagina, making Huang Ying sweat profusely and complaining repeatedly, "You're too big," "

Shrink it a little more." Any affirmation of male symbolism only excites the man more, and Geng Zhao

was far more exhausted than his accomplice in this regard; finally, with Huang Ying's saliva, he thrust upwards, finally penetrating completely. Ying Youyu

whimpered her body trembling, and gradually awoke.

New wounds were added to the old ones, making movement even more painful than before. Ying Youyu endured the pain and moved around a few times, and surprisingly,

the pain was even greater than before, tears involuntarily overflowing from the corners of her eyes. Unexpectedly, the busty girl was extremely oblivious, leaning close to

the edge of the bed and asking curiously, "Hey, envoy, you're wet."

"Nonsense! I, I didn't cry—" But then the busty girl stretched out her delicate, peeling fingertips and probed into the pubic

hair on her abdomen, gently teasing the clitoris at the tip of her vulva. A tingling sensation, like a snake, shot from below

her spine to the top, and she couldn't help but shudder, raising her slender neck and trembling softly, like a satiated cat.

"No! No... Ah... Don't touch me... Ah! Waaah..."

"I didn't touch you! I'm watching the mink, so he doesn't hurt you." The busty girl was very loyal.

Ying Youyu hated being touched more than anything, but the busty girl's touch was ambiguous, you could say she was touching the mink,

the point was: this tingling, numbing sensation was exceptionally beautiful, the huge penis filling her vagina was tormenting Ying Youyu,

which only highlighted the pleasure of her little bean being attacked, making it hard to give up.

She straightened her arms and clenched her fists, pressing hard on the man's lower abdomen, as if to push him away or to block him, but she never finished the action

, as if this was enough to explain to herself.

Compared to the man's body, Huang Ying understood women much more. With Ying Youyu's meager skills, a single touch to

her crotch revealed her secret. Huang Ying's nimble fingertips, like wriggling caterpillars, circled incessantly around her erect clitoris. Ying

Youyu whimpered and twisted her body, her stretched vaginal opening gradually leaking moisture with each touch, the thick, shiny pubic hair glistening with

drops of vaginal fluid, like dew-kissed verbena.

But there was something even more terrifying.

Ying Youyu, her eyes half-open and hazy, enjoying the pleasure on her clitoris, suddenly felt a cool, slippery sensation creeping up her thigh,

both light and heavy, both tingling and alluring, like a snake crawling. She cried out "Ah!" and tried to pull away, inadvertently touching the

painful , causing her gluteal muscles to tense.

The oppressive, cool dampness meandered along the taut, rounded buttocks, ravaging the cleft of her thighs and lower back, creeping up

her spine . Ying Youyu's scalp tingled, and she couldn't even scream. She trembled for a while before realizing

that the busty woman was no longer on the edge of the bed. Only a snow-white, soft arm remained, reaching behind her and rubbing her sensitive clitoris

. Huang Ying's soft, large breasts were pressing against her buttocks, her entire upper body pushing her waist and legs forward.

It turned out that the wet, cool, nimble object, like a newly hatched snake, was actually her own little tongue.

Ying Youyu couldn't even bear to be touched by another's hands, how could she have imagined that she would offer it to her mouth? The wetness of her tongue and

the soft, cool touch of her lips sent her into a trance, unconsciously twisting her buttocks. The pain was far less than before, and with each thrust, she gradually savored the pleasurable sensation of his massive penis scraping

against her vagina. She bit her lip and said,

"How...how can this be? So...so comfortable! Waaah...what's going on?"

Huang Ying chuckled inwardly, "That's because you're so well-endowed, a born slut!" But she couldn't say such a thing aloud, so

she laughed and said, "I'm giving you a push. It'll make things easier!"

It should be known that the woman-on-top position is the most challenging for intercourse. Huang Ying pushed her body forward, so that her vaginal canal and the erect penis

faced the same direction, greatly reducing the resistance during penetration, making it more pleasurable than painful. Ying Youyu found this busty woman utterly unbelievable.

Her hands seemed to possess some magical power; a touch from her

made wonderful. She wanted to rebuke her for overstepping her bounds and kick her off the bed, but couldn't bring herself to speak.

Although Huang Ying was voluptuous, her hands and feet were anything but clumsy. She could juggle both her fingertips and tongue with ease, and even her

voluptuous breasts and snow-white skin were formidable weapons. She slid against Ying Youyu's back; both women had delicate, almost poreless

skin , and this time, without hesitation, Huang Ying slipped onto the ebony cloud-shaped bed, encircling Ying Youyu's body.

Her assault on her inner thighs continued unabated, while her other hand grasped her firm breasts, pinching the delicate nipples between her fingers,

gently clamping them with the hard part of her knuckles.

Ying Youyu was ecstatic, completely lost in the moment, while Geng Zhao beneath her remained perfectly conscious.

Huang Ying's terrible idea, simply put, was "capture the kingpin to catch the thief." Once Ying Youyu is subdued,

the question of where to hide the "sable pig" will be a real headache for her. As a high-ranking instructor,

she has the means to compare herself to a bathhouse maid or a sable innkeeper.

"Besides," Huang Ying tried to persuade him from another angle, "your injuries will heal faster through dual cultivation

, won't they? I see everyone here does it this way. In the whole world, only by cultivating the essence of the Heavenly Luo Incense will you

not lose sleep; the men they've killed could pile up into a mountain. We call this 'robbing the rich to help the poor,' it's a great..."

"A great act of chivalry."

Geng Zhao was both amused and exasperated. "Are you confident that if you...do it again, you can get her to help us?"

"Of course not. You can rape her a few times, but when you take revenge, you'll just cut her into a few more pieces. She'll get her

revenge whenever she gets the chance." Huang Ying smiled broadly. "This matter, you have to rely on me."

Huang Ying kneaded Ying Youyu's firm yet soft breasts, while nibbling at her upright swan neck, lightly kissing her smooth neck and

shoulders, murmuring, "Escort, your breasts are truly beautiful. So firm, yet so soft and tight, like

fresh tofu that hasn't been pressed out of the water. With a gentle scrape, you can slice off a full spoonful." Her fingertip hooked along the lower edge of her full breast

, and sure enough, it bounced and trembled, with most of the perky breast in her palm swaying.

Ying Youyu, her eyes closed, couldn't see herself. The husky whispers of the busty woman echoed in her ears. Half

her body was numb; she lacked even the strength to open her eyes. Yet, her senses, guided by the woman's words, were clearer than if she had seen it herself. She

murmured, "Indeed... indeed... ah... so swaying."

Huang Ying looked over her slender, beautiful shoulders, directly at Geng Zhao on the couch, and cupped Ying Youyu's pert breasts, kneading them wantonly.

She laughed, "Anyone who sees the envoy would want to give them a squeeze." Geng Zhao's heart stirred, recalling

the , and he suddenly realized:

"She's rubbing it for me to see!" Seeing her blushing face and a mischievous smile,

the thought suddenly swelled up a bit, hot and hard. Ying Youyu couldn't help but cry out in surprise, her voice trembling, "It's

...it's gotten bigger again! How...how can it be like this...so hard...so hard! Waaah..."

Huang Ying bit her cherry lips, her eyes shining, as if imagining how the man's thick, long member continued to

swell inside her body, hard and hot like a red-hot iron. The fingertips that were holding Ying Youyu's clitoris pulled upwards more domineeringly and intensely

. Ying Youyu couldn't even catch her breath. With a twist of her slender waist, her buttocks seemed to be hooked up by the fingertips, and her whole body almost pressed

against Geng Zhao's chest, shaking violently as she frantically rubbed and kneaded!

" Ah

...　　　　　　　　For the first time in her life, she was sandwiched between two men, one in front and one behind, without any gap between them, their skin pressed together, sweat dripping down their backs . Yet, she didn't feel disgusted; instead, she felt a strange sense of security. Maintaining this posture, she entered a state of emptiness, reforming her elixir, circulating the yang energy within him throughout her body. It was like soaking in warm, comforting water, indescribably pleasant. 　　Until a violent banging on the door woke her. 　　"Youyu, open the door!" Xia Xingchen, unable to conceal his anger, his voice almost bursting through the crack in the door: 　　"If you don't open the door, don't blame me for being ruthless! Open the door now!" His roar also contained a hint of pleading; Ying Youyu recognized the voice as her maids. She had ordered them to guard the stairs at both ends of the corridor, not letting anyone in. 　　The busty woman behind her woke up with a start, tumbling off the cloud-shaped couch in a panic. Her right hand, with its last three fingers hooked around Ying Youyu's palm, stammered, "Wh...what should we do, envoy? Should I...should I open the door?" Ying Youyu instinctively wanted to shake her off, but her hand didn't rise. After a moment's hesitation, she patted the back of Ying Youyu's hand before withdrawing it, saying calmly, 　　"Find a place to hide. Don't come out without my orders, even if it kills you." Seeing the busty woman about to run away, she suddenly remembered, "Oh, right, what...what's your name?" The busty woman paused, then giggled, "My name is A-Ying, envoy, just call me A-Ying." 　　Ying Youyu couldn't help but laugh, thinking, "What's the difference?" She ultimately didn't say it aloud, only whispering, 　　"Damn it, hide quickly!" She nimbly got off the cloud-shaped couch, a burning pain shooting through her thigh as she landed, a reminder of the intensity and absurdity of her earlier actions. 　　With a loud bang, the two doors crashed open, the bolt that the busty woman had forced back in splitting in two, like a saw, landing beside Ying Youyu's bare feet with two sharp clangs. Xia Xingchen and Meng Tingshu entered side by side, each holding a shimmering silk thread that reflected dazzling rainbows in the candlelight. 　　It was made from the sect's treasured "Heavenly Silk," coated with diamond powder. The two of them threaded the threads through the crack in the door, working together to "saw" the sturdy bolt in two. Each sect's envoy possessed such a thing, but its use in the envoy's meditation room in the main hall was probably a first since the sect's inception. 　　Seeing the naked, muscular young man on the cloud couch, Xia Xingchen's anger flared even more. She casually tossed aside the Heavenly Silk, her eyebrows furrowing: "Ying Youyu! You keep saying you want to unite the four tribes to deal with Yu Xiao'e, yet you secretly harbor a mink pig, disregarding the backlash from your sisters' insidious cultivation. You… what else do you have to say?" Meng Tingshu calmly rolled up the Heavenly Silk. Seeing Xia Xingchen about to confront her, she reached out and stopped her, raising her chin: 　　"Nothing to say. Compared to us, Ying Daishi is probably closer to Yu Xiao'e now." 　　Xia Xingchen looked down and saw a mess between Ying Youyu's legs. Patches of crimson stained the inner thighs, and a trickle of white fluid oozed from her vulva, looking utterly lewd. 　　"Youyu! What… what is this all for?" She could hardly believe her eyes. Ying Youyu was her grandmother's most beloved instructor, with a bright future and unparalleled talent. How could she possibly follow the example of that depraved maid, Yu Xiao'e, wasting her virginity on a sable? Could it be that she and that sable... also had an unspeakable affair? 　　Even the two maids who rushed in afterward were dumbfounded, never dreaming that their beloved Miss Ying would follow the example of the Outer Four Departments and do such a disappointing thing. 　　"Ying Youyu..." Meng Tingshu looked at her with a mixture of pity, regret, and, more importantly, mockery and contempt. He sighed slightly, shook his head, and laughed, "'A cornered dog will jump over the wall,' that's exactly what it means. Why didn't you consult us before doing such a foolish thing?" 　　Ying Youyu sneered. 　　"Consult what? You were all scared out of your wits by Yu Xiao'e, running away from the Dingzi Department with your tails between your legs. Calling you ' a stray dog ' would be too kind. I don't have the habit of consulting with such people."

"You—!" Meng Tingshu's almond-shaped eyes flashed fiercely, and she actually made the first move.

For many years, she had been overshadowed by Ying Youyu, and no matter how hard she tried, she was always second to third, never receiving

the most caring glances from her teachers. Her resentment had run deep.

Unlike the brazen Xia Xingchen, she knew from Ying Youyu's appearance that she had used the Yin Dan Heart Technique.

Although this method could double one's power, the first few times it was used, it used one's own power as a seed and channel to irrigate a man's dantian. At this

moment, Ying Youyu was not only not as strong as usual, but probably didn't even have 60% of her power. This was a good opportunity to take advantage of her weakness.

She darted out from beside Xia Xingchen, her index finger aimed directly at Ying Youyu's chest. It seemed like a direct attack, but it concealed five or six hidden moves

. No matter how Ying Youyu blocked, she would inevitably fall into the trap. Ying Youyu did not dodge or evade. Just as her fingertip

was about to touch her breast, she grabbed Meng Tingshu's wrist with her other hand.

For Ying Youyu, whose skills were insufficient, a head-on confrontation was the worst possible choice. Meng Tingshu had been worried that Ying Youyu, relying on her exquisite

moves , might try to hold her own, but seeing that she had actually given up on countering, she was overjoyed: "I'll teach you to lose convincingly!"

Suddenly, a strange yang energy pierced through her wrist, causing her internal energy to stagnate. Ying Youyu flicked her wrist back, "Bang!" and threw her

onto the cloud bed.

Meng Tingshu almost fainted from the impact. Ying Youyu disgustedly shook off her wrist, hooked her half-wet

sleeve on the ground with her long leg, and slammed it, heel and all, onto Meng Tingshu's chest! Meng Tingshu let out a "Wow!" and gasped, unable to speak, her

cherry-like mouth agape as she struggled to breathe, like a goldfish out of water.

Ying Youyu pressed her down on the bed with one leg, her inner thighs wide open, revealing every detail. Meng Tingshu turned her head with difficulty and

saw that her plump, moist vulva was covered with glistening water stains. The small opening seemed to have experienced something extremely large, and

it could not close completely for a moment. It emitted a fishy and musky smell, pungent but not unpleasant, as it opened and closed.

The semen had already turned into water, and thick white fluid was still flowing out of the vulva. It was unknown how much had been ejaculated inside.

Ying Youyu looked down at her with a wicked smile, and suddenly reached out and touched her labia, picking up a strand

of thick white fluid that was about to fall. She slowly moved it to her small mouth that could not be closed and flicked it all into Meng Tingshu's mouth. Meng Tingshu

felt , but her chest was constricted and she could not vomit. Fearing that the thick fluid would flow into her trachea, her throat twitched and

she swallowed the tears.

"Youyu!" Xia Xingchen stared in disbelief, then cried out,

"How could you do this? How could you bully me like this!"

Ying Youyu sneered, pulling her legs back. Meng Tingshu tumbled off the cloud-shaped couch, one hand pressed against his abdomen, his

expression extremely strange. His gaze swept towards the mink on the bed, and with a slight movement of his waist and legs, Ying Youyu preemptively raised her

beautiful chin, both as a warning and a show of force.

"Tingshu, what's wrong with you? You...you two look so strange..." Xia Xingchen was dumbfounded, glancing

at the two of them alternately. Suddenly, Meng Tingshu parted her chin, hooked a remnant of semen from the corner of her mouth with his fingertip, and fed it directly into her mouth. Xia Xingchen

stamped his foot as if about to vomit, then suddenly widened his eyes, swallowed with a "gulp," and muttered, "This yang essence is so...so nourishing!

Was it from that sable pig?"

Ying Youyu remained noncommittal, calmly saying, "What you ate was my essence, from which I had already drained its yang energy."

Xia and Meng exchanged glances, but Meng Tingshu reacted faster, suddenly realizing, "You just restrained my

pure yang internal energy—" Ying Youyu nodded, "It was from that essence." Xia and Meng exchanged looks, struggling

to suppress their excitement. Meng Tingshu glanced at the two maids by the door, still bewildered, and called out,

"What are you all standing there for? Close the door! Aren't you afraid people will see?"

The two maids snapped out of their daze and quickly closed the door; turning back, Meng Tingshu suddenly lunged forward, and with two sharp cracks,

crushed the soft bones in their throats!

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