【The World of Samsara. Chaos in Xiangyang】(2)

Chapter Two: Reincarnation

A single palm strike was unleashed, like a dragon or snake leaping across the land, thunderous and lightning-fast, the surging air currents whistling as if piercing eardrums!

This palm strike, devoid of self-control and extremely destructive, was unleashed in her extremely chaotic state of mind. Completely

without thought, driven by instinct, she unknowingly exerted her full power, its force astonishing.

At most, only a handful of people in the world could withstand it. Although Boss Xing was a powerful figure with considerable martial arts skills, he was far from reaching

the pinnacle of skill; how could he possibly withstand it?

Fortunately, although his martial arts were far inferior, his experience in the martial world was exceptionally rich. The moment Chief Huang's shoulder shrugged slightly, he

sensed a warning and, relying entirely on reflexes, leaped backward with all his might. Even so, he still could

n't escape the range of the palm's power. A muffled cry of "Ah!" rang out as his right arm was struck by the palm wind, blood spurting out

as his arm and half his shoulder were severed, flying horizontally through the air before crashing heavily to the other end of the cave. Unable to stop the force of his palm strike

, the impact struck a large, protruding rock on the cave wall. With a deafening roar, rocks shattered,

and the natural granite boulder was cleaved in two!

The formidable Xing Laoda, though injured,

remained

composed. His left hand swiftly sealed several acupoints on his right chest, stopping the bleeding instantly. His feet slid like an eel, his movements as swift as lightning. Using an unknown footwork, he seemed like a wisp of effortless smoke, or a tangible yet intangible ghost, disappearing past the heroes in the blink of an eye

without even touching their clothes. His lightness skill and movement were extraordinary, ghostly and elusive, exquisitely precise—truly unparalleled

in the world ! The heroes were completely unaware until they realized he had slipped behind them!

Xing Laoda let out a hateful snort, followed by a horribly miserable scream. The heroes stared

in . In a split second, Xing Laoda moved with lightning speed, like a ghost, past the last man

. His remaining hand was not idle either; from somewhere he produced a gleaming, serrated spike, and with

a backhand swing, like a venomous snake,

pierced , horizontal motion, "plop!" the incredibly sharp serrations

effortlessly shredded the man's muscles and bones, cleaving him open completely. Blood,

intestines , internal organs, bone fragments… under the immense pressure of the abdominal cavity, gushed out like a fountain of blood!

The scene was truly spectacular. The man, suddenly struck by the deadly attack, realized in

a flash that he had been ripped in two alive. His mind went blank. Trembling, he reached out to plug the wound in his abdomen, desperately trying to stuff the spurting organs back

into his body. But suddenly, his body went limp, as if an invisible force had drained all his energy. He collapsed to the ground with a

thud , followed by excruciating pain. He let out a series of piercing screams and writhed and rolled on the ground.

From Chief Huang's out-of-control strike to Boss Xing's evasion of the severed arm, to his ghostly escape and disappearance, until he had

ripped a man in two... the entire process took no more than the blink of an eye. The events were sudden, everything

happened in the blink of an eye. Yet Boss Xing managed to lose only an arm under the full force of Chief Huang, a master martial artist

of unparalleled skill. Moreover, he was able to escape unnoticed amidst a group of heroes. And even more! Some even had the leisure

to kill and obstruct their enemies with extremely intimidating methods while busy escaping. The strangeness of their martial arts, their resourcefulness in the face of adversity, their

meticulousness of thought, and their ruthlessness were far beyond the reach of ordinary people—even one in a million! Even the seasoned Chief Huang didn't

react in time, or perhaps he was still immersed in the aftershocks of the visual shock from moments before, unable to recover. Therefore

, he didn't pursue and kill them all in time, allowing them to escape. After escaping to a safe distance, Chief Xing didn't rush

to run any further. Instead, he stopped, slowly turned around, and stood far away at the end of the passageway. His eyes were filled with resentment as if they were bloodshot, and

he suddenly let out a strange laugh.

"Huang Rong!"

His tone was completely different from his previous heroic manner, becoming unusually gloomy and sharp. Every word was uttered through gritted teeth,

each one filled with endless resentment and bloodlust. His gaze was fixed on Chief Huang without blinking.

"You are the leader of the most powerful gang in the martial arts world, and the wife of the esteemed Northern Hero. Although you have served the imperial court for many years and

seem somewhat disloyal, your actions in Xiangyang, your strategic planning, and your tireless efforts to protect our land have

always from humble origins, I know what heroic integrity and national righteousness are. That is why I agreed to

ally with the righteous army to plan this great undertaking. If this cooperation goes well, not only will the 30,000 taels of silver

be returned in the future, but I will also provide provisions, horses, weapons, and guns, plus the heads of nearly 3,000 brave soldiers from this city."

Even if I were to be buried in Xiangyang one day, it would be a joyous occasion. But who would have thought! For the sake of a Mongol

bandit chieftain, one of the masterminds behind the conspiracy to devastate my China! A dog-like man! You actually betrayed your promise, broke the treaty, and plotted

to cut off my arm! You must be acting on orders from that damned court, sent to destroy my Scarred City! This hatred is

like a sea of blood, an endless debt for this lifetime! I, surnamed Xing, swear to heaven that I will repay this humiliation of losing an arm a thousandfold!

Everyone knows I am a vile scoundrel, a beast among men. If... " I've used methods a hundred times more

cruel than today on you, Chief Huang. Don't blame me for not warning you beforehand!"

These words were barbed and venomous, chilling to the bone. All the heroes were terrified, yet

speechless, unable to utter a word in protest. Xiao Wu glanced back at Huang Rong, seemingly unable to speak either

, his face shifting between light and shadow, somewhat absent-minded. He gritted his teeth, thinking, "Things have come to this! Those who aspire to great things are not afraid of small

evils! Let's just go all the way and destroy this ghost town!" He roared inwardly. A voice 　　boomed , "

Brothers , don't listen to his nonsense! This beastly behavior is utterly shameless, worse than a beast! If

a Bodhisattva were alive, he would surely be angered and subdue this demon!" The roar was deafening. The heroes rallied, roaring in unison, drawing their swords and charging towards Boss Xing. But Boss Xing chuckled coldly, his movements still ghostly and elusive , emitting strange "chirping" sounds as he walked, seemingly using a whistle to communicate with his companions outside the tunnel . 　　Hearing the whistle, Huang Rong suddenly realized what was happening and blurted out, "Don't pursue a desperate enemy!" 　　But it was too late. 　　Under Xiao Wu's command, the heroes chased after Boss Xing quite far. Huang Rong grew anxious and gave chase, but suddenly felt a strong gust of wind from behind. She dodged slightly, and with two sharp "thuds," two axes were embedded in the opposite side.

Looking back from the cave wall, she saw dozens of burly, naked men shouting "Hehe!" in the cave behind her.

Each of them held gleaming weapons like machetes and axes, and they

surrounded her like demons and ghosts. In the blink of an eye, all she could see were huge penises dangling between her hairy

thighs ! For some reason, her heart fluttered for no reason, but

she quickly regained her composure. However, in the blink of an eye, she was surrounded.

Huang Rong, a master of martial arts, usually disregarded these rough men. However, the situation was strange.

The air was thick with the stench of congealed semen, and the sight of grotesque, thick penises dangling before her eyes

made her panic. After striking one man with her palm, he defied death, coughing up blood

as he lunged at her legs. Huang Rong, no ordinary woman, calmly kicked him several feet away, sending him

crashing the cave wall, his brains splattering. But another man immediately followed, and the men surged forward like a tidal wave.

Huang Rong killed several men with kicks and palm strikes, but her mind was filled with frustration and confusion. Suddenly, a surge of anger rose within her, and she

increased her power to about 50%, becoming even more ruthless. Her palm strikes and kicks were wide and powerful, like a tiger among sheep. In a short time, more than

fifty men lay dead on the ground, a white mass that made one want to vomit!

Catching her breath, she suddenly heard a series of strange "whooshing" sounds coming from outside, like thousands of bees leaving their nest or swarms of snakes swimming

endlessly , seemingly without end. A chill ran down her spine, and she turned and sped out. Just as she reached the end of the passage, the exit almost in sight, a tremendous ominous warning suddenly pounded in her mind. She felt an overwhelming, unstoppable force crashing down on her

from ahead . This force was so powerful that even if the five most outstanding martial arts masters of the time—the Eastern Heretic, the Western Madman, the Southern Emperor, the Northern Hero, and the Central Mischievous Child—used their full power... Even with all her might, she could not possibly withstand it. There was no time to think; she could only leap backward. In a flash, she felt danger close behind her, a life-or-death moment. With another burst of strength, she rounded a bend in the tunnel, only to hear a series of sharp, piercing sounds behind her. Tens of thousands of poisoned arrows, densely packed without a single gap, like an iron wall, slammed into the hard granite cave wall, embedding themselves three inches . The densely packed arrows, their fletching still vibrating, echoed endlessly in the narrow passage. 　　This brush with death had a profound psychological impact on her, beyond words. Although she was safe, it seemed as if the cold, foul breath of death still lingered behind her, a chill that seemed to penetrate to the very marrow of her bones, transforming into a vast, inexplicable fear. Leaning against the cave wall, she gasped for breath, her heart still filled with dread. Damn it! She had planned everything perfectly , but how could she have foreseen that the enemy's methods would be even more brutal and ruthless than those used by armies on the battlefield! The sheer force of these ten thousand arrows fired simultaneously could not have been achieved by human power, but rather by some ingeniously designed mechanical force. Could it be the legendary "Thousand-Machine Linked Cannon," personally crafted by Yue Fei ? During the Jin-Song War, the "Thousand-Machine Linked Cannon" emerged, its design unparalleled. Forged entirely of heavy iron, its intricate mechanisms and exquisite locking pins made it seem almost otherworldly. Once fully operational was immense; it could pierce thick leather armor within seven hundred paces, its range extending half a mile. Like a rain of arrows, it was unstoppable. After Yue Fei's untimely death at Fengbo Pavilion, the Yue Family Army collapsed, and this divine weapon vanished without a trace for nearly a century. Now, unexpectedly, it has reappeared here! If Xiao Wu and his companions rashly pursue the enemy and are unfortunately struck, how could they possibly escape this rain of arrows with their bare bodies ? At this thought, extreme anxiety welled up within her, but being known as the "Female Zhuge Liang," she always remained calm in the face of danger. After a short period of meditation, her agitation subsided, and her mind raced as she devised a countermeasure. 　　Just then, Xing Laoda's sinister voice echoed from outside the passageway. 　　"Chief Huang! Today, I'll show you the thunderous methods of the heroes of Scarface City! You bunch of brats are arrogant and reckless, daring to directly confront the might of the 'Thousand-Machine Linked Gun'! How laughable! How pathetic! Well then! 　　Considering our past camaraderie, I'll grant them a proper burial for Chief Huang." 　　Indeed, it was the legendary weapon of Yue Fei, the "Thousand-Machine Linked Gun"! 　　Damn it! What is the origin of these Scarface City bandits? Where did they obtain this divine weapon? The vast wilderness harbors dragons and snakes; one should never underestimate the strange occurrences of the world. Could it be! Could this be the place where I, Huang Rong, will meet my end? 　　Just then, a strange "cracking" sound rang out. A moment later, several extremely heavy objects hurtled through the air, clearly projected into the cave by some incredibly powerful mechanism. They flew through the long passageway with a "whoosh," crashing into the cave walls like heavy hammers pounding cotton, kicking up clouds of dust. Some of these "objects" 　　were riddled with holes by the dense arrows previously embedded in the cave walls, hanging there permanently. The others fell heavily to the ground, their crimson blood cascading like a waterfall in the passageway. 　　Huang Rong stared intently, her eyes wide with rage. Those "objects" were none other than her loyal companions who had followed her through thick and thin, sharing countless hardships! 　　A sharp pain pierced her heart, almost shattering her spirit. She nearly leaped out, like her companions, to meet the rain of arrows with her own body, offering her own blood as a sacrifice for their loyalty. 　　But Huang Rong is Huang Rong after all. Over the years, she has ridden through Xiangyang and seen life and death on the battlefield. Her experience is far beyond what it used to be . After taking a few deep breaths, she restrained her inner impulse and her spirit quickly returned to its rock-solid and indestructible state. 　　Just then, Xing Laoda's voice rang out again from outside: "Huh? Why is there no sound at all? Could it be that Chief Huang is just as badly injured as these lads, already wounded by an arrow? Oh dear, what are you talking about! I had no intention of offending Chief Huang, but I was just anxious and angry, afraid that Chief Huang would catch up and kill us all. Your martial arts are unparalleled, how could we possibly stop you? We had no choice but to use a barrage of arrows to seal the cave entrance. If we accidentally injured Chief Huang, please forgive us." 　　"Chief!" A voice chimed in from the side, the voice of which was none other than Qu Jianglong from before: "If he really was wounded by an arrow, with the power of the Thousand-Machine Linked Cannon, even if it only hits the arm or thigh, half of his body would be sent flying. No matter how high that bitch's martial arts are, she is still just a mortal, not a god. How could she withstand the power of the Thousand-Machine Linked Cannon? In my opinion, she must be dead already!" 　　Xing Laoda chuckled. 　　"What do you know? You frog in a well, don't underestimate the heroes of the world. The leader of the Huang Gang is known as the 'Female Zhuge Liang,' having held the supreme position of the number one gang in the martial arts world for nearly ten years. She can take the head of a general from the front lines of two armies as easily as taking something out of a bag. She relies on..."

It's not just her unparalleled martial arts skills; there's also the extraordinary intelligence passed down through her Peach Blossom Island family

.

Back then, she outwitted Ouyang Feng across a thousand miles, manipulating the mighty Western Poison at will. Her quick thinking and decisive action should not be underestimated. While the 'Thousand-Machine Linked Cannon' is powerful, it probably won't even scratch her. Right now, she's probably holding her breath

, preparing to improvise, feigning death and waiting for us to come in and wipe her out! Qu Jianglong exclaimed in realization, "

So that's how it is! This bitch is truly vicious!"

Boss Xing laughed, "Fine! Haste makes waste. Let's just wait

and see how long Boss Huang can hold out. There's no water or food in the cave. Let's see how long he can last!"

Qu Jianglong worriedly said, "Boss, if that bitch sees our skills, she'd rather die than submit.

Wouldn't it be a great pity if she just committed suicide?"

Boss Xing chuckled sinisterly, "You underestimate Boss Huang! Don't forget, this heroine is the

pillar of Xiangyang, entrusted with the people's trust. Her life is no longer her own, but entrusted to the nation and its people. She would never

take her own life so easily."

"That's perfect! Hehe, women who have given birth are the most fun to handle. When that bitch walks, her two

big breasts swing like two meteor hammers, almost blinding my eyes. And that tiny waist! It's amazing she can

support those two huge things. And that ass, it's so fat, it's like a mare! I brought her in,

and my crotch is already burning hot, like I have a piece of charcoal inside. I wish I could just pin her down and fuck her right there and then!"

"Hahaha! Don't worry, a cooked duck can't fly away. When we capture her whole,

you'll get your share of the spoils."

"Thank you, Chief!"

The two outside sang in unison, oblivious to everyone around them, their words increasingly shameless and vulgar. Huang Rong, listening from

inside the cave , blushed furiously. She already felt she was doomed; surrendering would bring

unimaginable humiliation. She was determined to die, and even in death, she couldn't leave her body behind.

Otherwise, she feared even in death she wouldn't find peace, her corpse would be dishonored. Therefore, she thought it best to set fire to

her body to ashes.

However, when Boss Xing said that her "life is no longer her own, but entrusted to the nation and its people; she would never

take her own life," these seemingly ordinary words were actually extremely vicious. Each word pierced Huang Rong's heart like

a vicious, serrated thorn, easily splitting her soul in two.

Yes! Huang Rong, burdened with the heavy responsibility and high hopes of the people of Xiangyang, embarked on this long journey to fight the bandits. Her mission was to uncover a

massive conspiracy concerning the battle situation in Xiangyang and the safety of the entire nation. This conspiracy was so profound; she had finally found a clue and hoped to unravel it.

If she were to perish in a fire, the consequences would be dire,

plunging not only Xiangyang but the entire nation into unimaginable suffering! Xing Laoda was truly a devil, having completely seen through her. On

the scales of the nation and its people, this body no longer belonged to Huang Rong. Even if she endured endless cruelty, she

had to bring that secret back to Xiangyang!

This was the destiny and glory of every hero.

Therefore, until utter despair was reached, Huang Rong could not easily succumb to death. Even if all hope seemed lost,

as long as she could live and bring the secret back, she had to bear any shame.

The question was, had she already cultivated such a spiritual self?

— That extremely powerful spiritual self capable of resisting all evil in the world…

powerful enough to abandon the physical body, the soul, shame, and everything else?

She took another deep breath, silently praying: "May Buddha have mercy. If I am destined for reincarnation today,

please grant me strength, protect me so I can overcome countless tribulations and one day be reborn from the ashes.

" Just then, she seemed to hear a faint yet clear male voice enter her ears.

"Hey! You woman outside, are you...are you here to save me?"

In this deep, long, blood-soaked, eerie passage, the sudden voice startled

Huang Rong, making her shoulders tremble. She almost thought it was a ghost sending her a message from hell. Just as she was wondering, the voice

came again from afar, the trembling voice indicating that the speaker was enduring extreme pain, indeed sounding like a ghost's cry, wave after

wave reaching her eardrums.

"Hey! Are you...are you still there?! Are...are you still there?"

Huang Rong hesitated for a moment, then quickly realized. Hey! She almost forgot there were still two prisoners inside! Now, thinking back,

those two, though humiliated and tortured half to death, must still be clinging to life.

What use is empty grief when the dead are gone? The situation is exceptionally harsh, and the enemy's methods are unprecedentedly brutal,

but ! Haven't I, Huang Rong, witnessed enough cruelty and brutality in my life? In dire straits, actively seeking one's own survival is the only right thing to do!

Self-pity, self-destruction, and the loss of all intelligence are not my style! Besides, the important matter here is not yet resolved; everything needs to be

carefully considered. The world is unpredictable; perhaps with time, a miraculous turn of events will occur! Thinking

this way , Huang Rong took a few deep breaths, steadied herself, and slowly walked back into the cave.

Inside, flames roared, limbs and corpses lay scattered everywhere—a truly gruesome scene. A long-haired woman, her snow-white

buttocks , lay face down on the iron bed, motionless, seemingly dead for some time. The boy chained to the frame,

however, still had his enormous penis, swollen to its limit due to a strange iron ring tightened at the end,

blood clots and semen stains on the glans, staring intently as she approached.

"You've come...to save me! You've come to save me!" The boy's eyes were bloodshot, his expression twisted, as he

shook his body violently, his penis bobbing and swaying as if in a show of defiance, his voice a low, hoarse growl in Mongolian

: "Did Father Khan send...send you to save me?!"

The question was somewhat strange, but Huang Rong, being so clever, quickly understood the reason, thinking to herself: Buddha

is merciful, fate has arranged things so cleverly, truly heaven is helping me! —It must be this… Seeing that she

had suddenly attacked and injured Boss Xing, and then slaughtered a group of beasts in the cave like a lioness among sheep, the thief

mistakenly thought that a miracle had occurred and mistook her, the mastermind behind the whole thing, for an "one of his own" who had come to save him

from his suffering !

This turn of events was completely unexpected. Her mind raced, and she already had a plan in mind. Without the slightest hesitation,

she knelt down and kowtowed, performing the Mongolian salute, and answered in Mongolian with her head bowed.

"I am Chinahusihun (meaning 'Blue Wolf Warrior' in Mongolian, according to

Zhou Xingzuo), a subordinate of Boduanchaer, the lord of the Four Blue Wolf Banners. My name is Naren, bestowed by the Mongols. This time, I am not acting on the orders of the Great Khan, but on the orders of the Banner Lord . I am

secretly protecting the young prince on his journey south."

She had been dealing with the Mongols in Xiangyang for nearly ten years, so she naturally spoke fluent and proficient Mongolian. Moreover, she was far-sighted.

Before she spoke these words, she had already considered the cause and effect of the matter, and in an instant, she took care of everything perfectly. Furthermore, although

she was renowned throughout the land, she rarely appeared in Xiangyang. She always stayed in the mansion behind the scenes, managing

all

the complex Even when she personally led military operations, she never fought on the front lines. Instead, she was always involved in intercepting secret reports,

infiltrating and investigating, and carrying out assassinations under the cover of night. She always only needed a few riders, dressed in close-fitting clothes and all masked. She came like the

wind and went like a ghost. Although the Mongols were familiar with the appearance of her husband, the "Northern Hero," and many knew

the name apart from Huo Du, Jin Lun, and Xiao Xiangzi, almost no one had ever seen her true face.

Therefore, she did not need to worry about being exposed by this Mongol youth when she impersonated someone else.

The young man, as expected, did not recognize her, but was extremely cautious, saying suspiciously, "You look like a southerner, not like

someone from my Mongol tribe."

This was all part of her plan, and she calmly replied, "I am the daughter of a southerner from the Canglang tribe (southerners:

Song Dynasty people captured and enslaved by the Mongols, according to Zhou Xingzuo). My banner lord took pity on me, seeing that I had good potential, and sent me to

the Golden Wheel Venerable to cultivate from a young age. After mastering martial arts, I have always followed my banner lord, mostly doing

secret tasks such as messenger missions, scout missions, and assassinations. The young prince is of high status, so naturally he wouldn't recognize an

insignificant person like me. This time, the young prince's journey south is fraught with danger, and my banner lord is very worried about him, having previously..." I said, "

The little prince and I have been like brothers since childhood. You must be careful to ensure his safe return. But remember, he is always

proud and arrogant , and may not appreciate my help. So, protect him secretly!" "That's why I dared not reveal myself to

the little prince."

The young man nodded, his tense expression immediately easing. "So

you are a disciple of the Golden Wheel Monk. No wonder your martial arts are so good. Dozens of barbarians combined are no match for you. It's truly admirable how thoughtful Fourth Brother is."

The Mongols are straightforward and dislike cunning. Although they have fought against the Southern Dynasty for many years, they haven't learned much of the Southerners'

cunning . This young man, though of noble birth, is still young. How much hardship and danger can he have experienced? Seeing Huang Rong's

composed and fluent answers, as if she had already prepared them in advance, who else could respond

so ? Besides, this woman had just gone on a killing spree, showing no mercy and killing

dozens of people in the blink of an eye. If she was that devil Xing's henchman, putting on a show to lure him into a trap, the investment was far too much.

Thinking this way, the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished, and he struggled to say, "Quickly put me down!"

Huang Rong nodded and got up to help him remove the chains. As she brushed past him, a huge penis suddenly

jumped into his eyes, and he was immediately shocked. It was as if a strange electric current ran from his tailbone through his spine to his medulla oblongata,

and half of his body went numb. For some reason, something slippery was flowing out of his lower body again!

His hand trembled, and he almost lost control and struck again.

Although she had been married for many years and was no longer a young girl, she and her husband had always treated each other with respect.

Even when they made love, it was always in the dark. She had only endured the fiery shape with a forced smile, gritted her teeth and endured the

hard texture, suppressed the hissing in her throat and felt the gushing stream that almost pierced her. But! She

had never actually seen "that thing" in person. Today, she didn't know what had gotten into her, as if she had accidentally wandered into a military

bathhouse. Big, thin, well-proportioned, lumpy... a bizarre and dazzling array, an endless variety,

like an exhibition that burst her eyes! Especially this little prince's... simply! It was like a heavy,

massive weapon, brazenly displayed, digging with the hardness of iron, covered with veins like earthworms

. The enormous glans resembled a red jade egg, both crystal clear and exceptionally ferocious and terrifying, swaying incessantly as if in defiance

… The visual impact was so rich, so intense, so fiery, it was as if a hard, hot branding iron had been plunged directly into

the brain from the eye socket, pressing down with fine, delicate burning at the deepest point, making a sizzling sound wherever it went, tearing flesh and causing

unbearable .

Strangely, though her brain was tearing, struggling, and wailing, her body seemed

to sense something entirely different—something both burning and chilling… a silky texture, a

quiet yet terrifying force, an explosion and eruption, and other things. She tried to touch them, with all her heart and mind, but it was as if she had

accidentally touched an unfathomable “string,” instantly triggering a wave of terrifyingly deep bass.

A certain part of her abdomen immediately caved in, becoming a limp swamp, as if her internal organs had been hollowed out, leaving

only pale, bony structures to support the empty cavity, deep and oppressive… Only those waves of bass, like

those emanating from bats, swept and vibrated like tides within this cavity, layer upon layer, with a fierce aftereffect, endless

…

“What’s wrong?!”

The Little Prince’s voice suddenly pierced her ears, rude, barbaric, painful, and extremely impatient.

Huang Rong shuddered, closed her eyes, and shook her head

violently, as if trying to shake away all that filthy thing that filled her mind and eyes. Fortunately, she had just moved behind the boy to unlock the chains, so the sudden change went unnoticed.

He quickly coughed a few times to cover his extremely flustered state and hurriedly replied, "Little... Little Prince, don't worry

... it's unlocked now."

His mind was in turmoil, but his hands moved swiftly, untying the chains layer by layer. Suddenly, he heard the little prince ask, "You, since

you secretly protected me and your martial arts are so good, why did you let me fall into enemy hands?"

Having already anticipated this, he immediately replied, "The Southerners are cunning and treacherous. They ambushed and surrounded me in Zhen'an Prefecture.

I barely managed to fight my way out and followed the clues to get here. I am incompetent, causing the little prince to suffer

... torment. I have failed the banner lord's trust, and I beg the little prince to forgive me."

The little prince shook his head and said, "Enough. You're here now, and I'm not dead. Although I've suffered a lot, I'm still

alive . What crime have you committed?"

He was young, but his tone was mature beyond his years, which sounded rather amusing. Huang Rong remained silent, watching from behind...

He had indeed suffered unimaginable torment; the blood between his legs had already congealed, and his back was covered in burns, gouges, and whip

marks—a gruesome sight. The boy's skin was dark gold, his body as thin as an arrow, his thighs long,

his buttocks firm, and his shoulder and back muscles as thick as armor. The blazing fire outlined a dirty , rough

edge around his body. Despite his fierce and strong presence, like a wolf from the plains, she felt an indescribable loneliness and vulnerability,

like an ancient porcelain piece from the Southern Dynasties. Somehow, a maternal instinct suddenly surged like a tide, gently enveloping her,

allowing her to experience that eerie, warm, and delicate tremor again from a different perspective.

And then, once again, she was at a loss.

After a long while, the chains were finally unlocked, and the little prince collapsed forward.

Huang Rong reacted quickly, without thinking, and caught him on instinct.

The moment she touched his skin, it felt like being burned or bitten by a snake. She quickly let go, and thankfully, her catching slowed his fall.

Although he fell hard, he didn't bleed from his head. He was unable to get up and looked very disheveled. He roared

, "You lowly slave! How dare you throw me!"

She stood behind him, panting heavily, her face flushed, her breathing disordered, and

goosebumps was on the verge of a mental breakdown. It should be noted that at that time, the Song Dynasty had been established for over two hundred years, and

the importance of

etiquette and morality was greater than in previous dynasties. The teachings of Cheng Yi and Zhu Xi were prevalent. Although Huang Rong was a woman of the martial world and spent her days among a group of forthright men, drinking and socializing, she always maintained proper etiquette and never overstepped the bounds. Even when she was carrying out military duties

and encountered skilled enemy fighters, physical contact was inevitable in the heat of battle, but it was always

a matter of life and death, and she never had any impure thoughts. But at this moment, in this situation, perhaps because of the enclosed space, perhaps because of the flickering shadows, perhaps because of the firelight,

perhaps because of the boy's body, it was so, so shocking... In short, the situation was extremely bizarre, frequently causing her

to lose her composure, her mind to be in turmoil, sometimes delirious and sometimes mad, unable to control herself.

"What are you standing there for?! Hurry up and help me up!"

the little prince snapped impatiently again. Huang Rong shivered, her senses returning to normal. She couldn't help but curse herself inwardly:

"Huang Rong, Huang Rong, you've always been upright and righteous. What's wrong with you today? You've been so easily swayed

and thrown ! You must be more alert! Don't let this ruin everything!" She took several deep breaths and went over to help

the boy up. Although she couldn't help blushing and her heart pounding at the touch of his skin, she forced herself to control herself and didn't lose her composure again.

She helped the little prince to the side and was about to help him sit down when she heard him urgently say, "I can't sit! I can't sit!"

She was startled and couldn't help but look down. She immediately understood and blushed again. It turned out that the

boy had just been gang-raped by dozens of men. His anus was almost completely burst open, and the wound was huge. Although it had scabbed over

, it started bleeding again after taking a few steps. This time, even the head of his large intestine had slipped out of his anus. How could he possibly sit down? For a moment, she

didn't know what to do, and stammered, "Then... what... what should we do?"

The little prince gasped, "You, you just help me lie down on my side."

Huang Rong had no choice but to do as he instructed. As she bent down, she inadvertently glanced

at embarrassing manhood, and her heart pounded wildly again.

After the little prince lay down on his side, he said, "Go and see how Tuya is."

Huang Rong knew who he was talking about, nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then turned and walked towards the other end of the cave.

A snow-white female body was stretched out in a spread-eagle position, tightly chained, face down, buttocks exposed, motionless, like a snow-white

fish lying on a bloody chopping board. Her full body was even more gruesome, covered with scratches, bite marks, pinch

marks, pound marks, whip marks, burn marks... Her two large white breasts were almost completely squeezed out, hanging to the

ground . The area between her thighs was even more horrific; the vaginal opening used for childbirth was now almost completely turned inside out,

blooming shamelessly like a giant flower of blood. A strange luster emanated from beneath her skin,

iron-blue, bewitching and cold, like a splash of dark ink in the light of a blazing torch, outlining a statue-like silhouette of

unbearable .

Having seen countless battles and countless corpses, Huang Rong knew without a second glance that this body was truly dead.

Judging from the stiffness of the limbs and muscles, it had been dead for at least half an hour. Suddenly, her heart was

filled with an inky darkness. Grief, repression, rage, chaos… a multitude of feelings intertwined, making her want to

scream in catharsis, yet as if her throat were blocked, she couldn't utter a sound. Her face suddenly became wet;

tears had streamed down her cheeks without her realizing it.

These beasts! No! They were even worse than beasts! At least beasts wouldn't rape their own kind to death and then

continue to defile the corpse with such enthusiasm!

"How is it? Tuya… is she still alive?" The Little Prince's voice came from behind her.

She forcefully suppressed the grief in her chest, quickly wiped away her tears, turned back, and silently shook her head.

The Little Prince turned his head away, remaining silent.

For a moment, the two survivors fell into an inexplicable solemnity, the only sound being their heavy breathing.

After a long while, the little prince suddenly said in a deep voice, "Tuya was just my attendant, she knew nothing. They actually understood

a long time ago , but still... still it never ended... In the end, they just used her body for

their own amusement..."

The little prince's tone sounded extremely calm, so calm that it was almost devoid of any emotion, pure black,

so black that it couldn't reveal any color, like a heavy lead weight sinking into her ink-like heart, as if sealing within it

an extremely destructive and violent energy, constantly releasing eerie radiation of darkness through the lead body.

This heavy darkness continued to spread in Huang Rong's heart, making her, like the goddess Shiva, exude an extremely

sharp killing intent.

Kill them all! Kill them all! Kill them all!

Leave no one alive! Leave no one alive! Leave no one alive!

"Do you know how they treated me?" the little prince continued.

Do I need to tell you how they treated you?

No need.

If evil people are destined for the eighteen levels of hell after death, suffering endless torture, then your past experiences have already

amounted to countless trips to and from hell.

Does evil truly deserve such retribution?

Even if you are evil, could you be this wicked?

A human is just a human; do you have the right to carry out routine divine punishments on behalf of the King of Hell?

Humans are not human; only evil spirits could commit such acts!

The little prince suddenly raised his head, a sorrowful smile on his face. In that instant, Huang Rong truly saw his features for the first time.

It was an incomparably handsome face, long and thin, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a restrained yet powerful air, though this air

was not yet fully developed, appearing somewhat delicate and resilient

. His high, straight nose revealed a pride deep within—the pride unique to the descendants of a chosen one, the pride ingrained in the blood and bones of the golden family of the grasslands—paired with

large, lake-blue eyes that were surprisingly azure, further highlighting a striking difference in bearing compared to the sons of the Southern Dynasties.

A beauty more feminine than a woman, an arrogance more masculine than a man, two completely different qualities

strangely blended on his face. In the torchlight, this contrasted with a deep-seated, almost sinister, aura that

instantly captivated Huang Rong's gaze, making it impossible for her to look away.

Clearly, he was a mixed-race child of Mongol and Semu descent.

The youngest son of Kublai Khan, the Mongol Great Khan, and the tenth in line to the throne—Prince Timur of the Borjigin clan.

The legendary eagle of the future grasslands.

Suddenly, the little prince abruptly turned to the side, shamelessly naked, facing her. Caught off guard,

Huang Rong forgot to close her eyes, as if stunned by the enormous object that had reappeared before her.

What a weapon! Ferocious and massive, steaming hot, yet inexplicably eerie. A ring of eerie light tightly

bound its tail—a delicate and intricate little iron ring, seemingly composed of twelve even smaller "links

," its surface adorned with celestial markings. Each link's markings seemed intentionally offset from the others

, appearing highly discordant upon closer inspection. Huang Rong, one of the world's most renowned masters of mechanisms, immediately recognized that

this iron ring was extraordinary, far from ordinary.

"That devil said..."

the little prince said sadly, "This thing has a name: 'Ring of Reincarnation.' It comes from

an The craftsmen there were knowledgeable about celestial phenomena and skilled in mechanisms, adept at making timekeeping devices.

They ingeniously incorporated the principles of celestial phenomena into their mechanisms without any formal instruction, creating things that were incredibly ingenious and unpredictable. One of the master craftsmen

served the Caliph, the emperor, in the palace. That Caliph was no good either; he was tyrannical, cruel,

shameless, and licentious. He once ordered him to make this thing to help him torture his political enemies. This iron ring was specially made

according to the astrological secrets of that country, divided into twelve sections according to celestial phenomena." "The ring contains tiny, coiled

iron tubes, as thick as a hair, hollow inside, all coiled within a core mechanism made of magnet..."

He paused, then continued, "...After the iron ring is placed on a man's penis, with just a few gentle

rotations , the inner tubes will extend from an extremely fine hole on the inside of the ring, their tips incredibly sharp, as thin as a bee's

tail. They pierce the penis and then return to the ring, fitting perfectly, a seamless and intricately crafted structure. The master craftsman who made the ring

possessed a devilish talent, an exceptional understanding of the structure of the body's meridians and blood flow. After piercing the penis, the tubes,

like maggots clinging to bones, burrow into the blood vessels on their own, stretching with heat, making them extremely difficult to remove." The tube's surface has extremely fine

pores , through which blood seeps into the tube, then flows back, filling the entire iron ring. In this way, the iron ring

becomes an inseparable part of the body, changing with the twelve two-

hour periods It expands when the blood flow is rapid and contracts when the blood flow is slow. This is a

curse that even ghosts and gods cannot escape; unless the method to break it is known, one can never break free. The inside of the tube is also filled with

a potent poison with an extremely complex formula—containing a fantastical plant from India called "

poppy," which is said to induce all kinds of hallucinations and ecstasy—the poison will... A few drops seeped intermittently, constantly

stimulating the sensitive veins inside the penis, keeping the user in a state of extreme arousal. The user needed to

have intercourse with a woman every half hour to allow the vaginal secretions to neutralize the toxins; otherwise, they would

experience agonizing agony akin to being plunged into hell. If this continued for longer, the blood inside

would boil, causing the tubing within the iron ring to expand, triggering the core mechanism to open and inject another potent poison into the body. This poison

was extremely potent , with no antidote in the world. Even if a celestial being were to intervene, it would be too late!

These words, fantastical, bizarre, cruel, and vicious, left Huang Rong speechless.

Born into a family of mechanics and divination masters, her father, Huang Yaoshi, was a man of extraordinary wisdom, proficient in astronomy, geomancy, celestial phenomena,

divination, astrology, the Ghost Valley School, the Nine Netherworlds, the Seven Tombs, mechanisms, Qimen Dunjia, and the art of escape.

He had taught her these skills since she was young, and she had now become a master in these fields, confident in her knowledge of all mechanical devices in the world.

However, she never expected that there would be such a thing, so treacherous and vicious that it sent chills down her spine, so intricate and exquisite that it left her

speechless... Just like its name, "Ring of Reincarnation," this thing seemed not to be a creation of the human world, but rather something that

could only be created by extracting the wisdom of demons from hell, meticulously polished with the bottom stone of the Blood Prison, and sealed with

a heart-wrenching curse. In the end, it carried the chilling cold of the underworld, dragging those who were unfortunate enough to fall into a cycle of debauchery, half-

human and half-ghost, an eternal cycle of suffering.

Her eyes widened, seemingly forgetting all propriety, staring intently at the man's crotch, her pupils

reflecting the crimson muscle and the eerie blue halo... as if she were suddenly bewitched, momentarily disoriented, unaware of her surroundings or the time. The dark markings on the iron ring told her that the operating method of

this vicious mechanism was fundamentally different from the mechanical arts of the Central Plains, a product of another world, exquisitely crafted and extremely complex. Even her father, Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic , would be helpless against it. This thing! This thing was like a lock on the gates of hell, operating according to a cycle of reincarnation completely unrelated to the mortal realm. To truly understand it would require mastering the wisdom accumulated over a thousand years by the ancient dynasty called "Persia" —an impossible endeavor for any one person. 　　Just then, a sharp pain seemed to strike, and the little prince's expression suddenly contorted. Large beads of cold sweat poured down his face, his chest heaving violently. He abruptly raised his head, his gaze burning fiercely, and gave her a bitter smile. 　　"The...time...has...come!" 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(To be continued)

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