[The Sequel to The Legend of the Overlord: The Beauty and the Old, Lecherous Hero] (1-3)

The moon was cold and the stars were few. The pale moonlight streamed into the residence of Han Bai, the Earl of Zhongqin, in Jinling City, as if gilding everything

with a silvery sheen.
It was already past midnight. The banquet celebrating the Ming Dynasty's army's victory over the Yuan Mongols

under had long since ended

. Most of the people in the mansion, having eaten and drunk their fill, had already retired for the night. Because the master, Han Bai, had been summoned to a banquet at the palace, servants were still waiting at

the gatehouse However, those on duty had already fallen asleep at their tables, with only the

flickering oil lamp in the gatehouse. The entire mansion seemed silent except for the chirping of insects.
No, as the saying goes, when people are well-fed and clothed, they think of lust. Although the maids in this mansion were essentially the same as those in the imperial palace

—both were the master's private property and forbidden from having affairs—this did not prevent lonely maids from finding one or two

lovers . And unlike the imperial palace, this mansion was never short of men. Perhaps it was because the master,

Han Bai , prided himself on his dashing and romantic nature and had always neglected to discipline his concubines in this area, that many private affairs were kept secret within the mansion.
And today, with the master absent and no restraint in place, after a hearty meal and drinks, many lovers

could and found secluded spots to engage in their illicit activities. If one could hear clearly,

a cacophony of soft moans mingled with the chirping of insects drifted from the flower-filled rooms, and from the room of Cui Bi, the personal maid of the second mistress, Xu Yeyue, came

sounds of moans that seemed both bitter and pleasurable.
Meanwhile, in a small courtyard in the east wing of the Earl's mansion…
in a bedroom within the courtyard, the soft growls and heavy breathing of wild beasts intertwined and

clashed with the rising and falling moans of seductive allure, the "slap slap" of flesh colliding with a soul-stirring sound.
This small courtyard was specially prepared by

Marquis Zhongqin Han Bai in his mansion for his close friend, the "Lone Thief" Fan Liangji, a renowned swordsman who had obtained a viscount title from the current emperor before the new year but had no residence of his own in the capital, and

his wife, . In the past, the sounds of their lovemaking were often heard late at night. However, the day before yesterday, Fan Liangji's wife, Yun Qing,

had left due to a sudden message from her sect, making the lewd sounds in the courtyard all the more intriguing.
A window by the bed in the bedroom was open, and the cold moonlight streamed in, falling on

the couch in the bedroom, revealing three naked, intertwined bodies. On the bed lay a gaunt man, his body resembling a

large , fiery monkey—Fan Liangji. The lone bandit, Fan the Great Hero

, had eerie flames burning in his eyes, turning them crimson. He straddled a beautiful, long,

shapely thrusting his hard, dark penis relentlessly into the woman's wet, flower-like opening

. The fluids from the thrusts splattered. One arm held the soft, slender

waist of another woman kneeling between his legs, pressing her close to his own. One hand dug into her tight, slippery opening, while the other frantically grasped

and kneaded one of her incredibly full and firm breasts, tossing

and kneading it with obvious pleasure. His mouth sucked and nibbled at the tip of her other breast, making soft, hissing sounds.
"Huff...good...good...such a tight pussy...huff, good, squeeze harder...ha...so good

...Moon...!" Panting heavily, Fan Liangji thrust violently,

plunging into the woman's uniquely endowed, strangely suction-like vagina, letting out a beastly

roar, "Ah..." as he ejaculated his thick semen into the very end of her pussy.
"Ah..." Her flower chamber was being continuously pounded, and the woman, already exhausted from the onslaught, was drenched in the hot semen. She jerked her head

up with a startled cry, her legs braced against the bed, arching her delicate body, and desperately stretching her legs

to meet Fan Liangji's penis. Her vaginal walls convulsed and contracted, then, as if all her strength had been drained,

she collapsed onto the bed with her limbs spread wide, motionless as if boneless, panting heavily.
"Hoo hoo... So good! Hoo hoo..." The fire in his belly instantly subsided, and

the eerie crimson light in Fan Liangji's eyes lessened slightly. He panted heavily as he slowly withdrew his precious spear from the muddy flower chamber. Watching

the lustful fluids gushing out of the flower chamber as his spear was withdrawn, the

first thing that flashed through Fan Liangji's slightly cleared mind was admiration for the tightness of the woman's vagina. The second was the pleasure and excitement of having his long-cherished wish fulfilled.

With this pleasure and excitement, the fire in his belly surged up rapidly like wildfire, and his mind was

quickly consumed by the overwhelming lust.
"Hoo hoo, again... So good! Moon, Frost, come and suck my cock..."
"Hmm!" The woman, still being fondled by Fan Liangji's proud breasts, let out a soft moan, sat sideways on the couch,

and then moved her exquisite body like a beautiful snake, lowered her head, walked under Fan Liangji's crotch,

stretched her slender jade fingers, and grasped the half-soft, half-hard black python head, then opened her mouth...
The woman, who had just climaxed and was still limp, actually struggled to sit up, as if afraid of falling behind, and rushed over

. With a slender jade hand, she grabbed the fleshy sac containing two large, fleshy balls, buried her head, and her fragrant tongue

flew up and down.
"Oh, so comfortable, yes, suck harder... good, good Shuang'er, suck harder... um... Yue'er, suck my balls

... oh... good..." Fan Liangji gently stroked the silky hair of the two women beneath his crotch. Under the moonlight,

the darkness that had concealed their stunning beauty was finally dispelled, revealing two different yet equally captivating faces,

faces that could drive any normal man in the world mad. These were the two most beloved wives of the Earl's mansion's master, the romantic playboy Han Bai:

Xu Yeyue and Zhuang Qingshuang. At this moment, the two wives' cheeks were flushed, their heads bowed beneath their husband's best friend and

sworn brother, Fan Liangji. Instead of anger and shame, they seemed to be eagerly chasing after Fan Liangji's great

hero 's penis, their seductive eyes fixed on the thick, black shaft as if it were the most delicious thing in the world

, licking and sucking it delicately.
Soon, the sounds of flesh colliding echoed again in the dormitory. Fan Liangji's roars, Zhuang

Qingshuang's moans, and Xu Yeyue seductive voices intertwined and mingled, reverberating throughout the room.
The three on the bed were engrossed in their passionate lovemaking, unaware that behind the screen, a pair of eyes were

fixed on the large, white buttocks of the woman lying on the bed, being penetrated by Fan Liangji's penis and fingers. In the moonlight

, the four pale buttocks were dazzlingly bright.
"Gulp!" The person behind the screen swallowed hard, licking their lips. "Damn it, that old

man Fan is still going strong. How many times has this happened? I really don't know how that woman Yunqing can stand it all day?"

"Could it be an overdose of drugs?" The man who had been behind the screen for a long time cursed inwardly, his eyes fixed on the two ladies'

bare wanting nothing more than to rush over.
Who wouldn't want to see, touch, and fuck those naked buttocks under the empty moonlit night sky? But if

things , he was doomed. Qiangzi suppressed his urges, though his erection was already throbbing menacingly.
"Damn it, after I'm done, I'll fuck you to my heart's content!" The more he looked, the angrier he became, his mind hardening,

and he couldn't help but fantasize about how he would toy with the ladies of the mansion in the future.
"Damn it, I really can't take it anymore. Luckily, my master is considerate, so I'll go and relax for a bit. It's just

the garden ..." Seeing Fan Liangji's fierce thrusting, the man knew from experience that it would take at least another hour

to finish. Although leaving might cause problems, he simply couldn't take it anymore.
The man, consumed by lust, turned and left. In the moonlight, a servant's attire flashed by.

Although possessed unparalleled listening skills, he was so engrossed in the act of lovemaking that his lust had consumed his senses,

and he failed to notice the onlooker.
*** *** *** ***
Inside the bedroom, the fierce battle continued, while a dark figure hurried across the garden corridor and entered

the courtyard of Fourth Madam Zuo Shi.
"Ah..."
"Huff..." Gasps of
breath echoed from the flowerbed in Zuo Shi's courtyard. A servant who had just come from Fan Liangji's courtyard glanced over and saw

a man thrusting into two pale thighs.
"What a fucking heatwave! But it saves us the trouble!" The servant recognized

the woman in the wild lovemaking as Fourth Madam Zuo Shi's maid, Yu He. He sneered inwardly and, with a flash, quietly

slipped into the master's room.
"Hmm..." Lying on the embroidered couch, the goddess of wine, Zuo Shi, gently shifted her body and hummed. In her hazy state

, she felt a large hand touch her chest, gently caressing her. As it touched, the hand slid to the side,

down to her lower body, presumably removing her bra.
"Han Lang is back, but he teases me. Humph! At least he still has some conscience..." Zuo Shi thought, feeling a mixture of

resentment and sweetness. How long had it been since Han Lang had sought her out for private pleasure? Although Han Bai possessed the demonic seed, his essence

was inexhaustible, making him extremely powerful and lustful in matters of love, he ultimately had too many women. Several

wives a group of concubines, and a multitude of beautiful maids. Although there were absurdities of sleeping together in the same bed,

sharing his favors, there was still a lack of opportunities for private intimacy and heartfelt conversations. Such opportunities were now probably only available to his most favored

concubines and Zhuang Qingshuang. Although Zuo Shi didn't feel resentment, a hint of bitterness still lingered.
"Hmph, you were late and got kicked out of my sister's place. I'm not going to do what you want, I'm ignoring you!" Zuo Shi

thought to herself, continuing to pretend to be asleep. She secretly laughed at the hand that was trying to undo her bodice, but in the end, she couldn't bear it and

turned slightly to let the hand slip inside.
"Mmm!" The bodice was gently pulled down, exposing her full breasts to the air, which made Zuo Shi feel a little cool.

But before she could shiver, a pair of warm hands grasped her two full mounds in their palms. The rough and strong

hands transmitted waves of heat, and the heavy breathing on her chest made Zuo Shi's body

heat up quickly, feeling warm and comfortable. Soon, a big mouth landed on her breasts, sucking on

the . A tingling sensation quickly spread throughout Zuo Shi's body, causing her heart

to tremble. Her nipples swelled and hardened rapidly, and streams of heat flowed from her lower body.
Thirty is like a wolf, forty like a tiger; Zuo Shi was at the age of primal urges.

Having spent lonely and yearning, making her easily aroused.
"Mmm..." Under the teasing touch of the mischievous hands and that irresistible mouth, Zuo Shi moaned repeatedly,

her passion surging and spreading rapidly, causing an unbearable itch in her lower abdomen, making her slender waist and jade-like legs twist and tighten incessantly.
"Ah—!" Her close-fitting underpants were removed, her long, beautiful legs were parted, and her throbbing, passionate opening was penetrated

by fingers . Zuo Shi could no longer pretend to be asleep; her head twisted incessantly, her legs clenching or

loosening, causing even her heart to itch.
"Han Lang, I want... I..." Zuo Shi murmured softly, tilting her head shyly as she waited.

When the hot, hard spear pressed against the entrance, Zuo Shi finally opened her watery, hazy eyes,

looking intently at the "lover" pressing down on her.
"You, who are you?! How dare you, ah—" Upon seeing him, Zuo Shi was horrified. Although the room was dark,

the man on top of her was clearly not her imposing lover, Han Bai. Zuo Shi screamed, but before

she could struggle, the man on top of her grinned maliciously and thrust his hot, hard penis into her wet, slippery

flower garden.
"Ugh..." With a man other than her husband inserting his weapon into her wet, jade-like passage, Zuo Shi was utterly devastated. Overwhelmed by lust

, she was powerless against the thrusting of the penis inside her. Having no martial arts skills, Zuo Shi was completely powerless to resist; even raising her arms was

incredibly difficult. "Husband, I'm so sorry!"
Zuo Shi cried, tears streaming down her face. Every time her lower body was penetrated, it felt like her heart was being torn apart. Although she didn't know

why so bold as to rape her, and that no one in the courtyard had noticed her intrusion,

none of that mattered to Zuo Shi anymore. Now, she could only wash away the humiliation by dying.
"Husband, in our next life..." Zuo Shi bit her tongue, about to commit suicide, when

a green light flashed before her eyes, and the man on top of her took out a jade pendant...
*** *** *** ***
"Come on, hehe, Fourth Madam, serve your Master Wang Zhong well..." The servant Wang Zhong lay sprawled

on Zuo Shi's bed, his engorged member, sticky with semen, proudly erect. Zuo Shi, the fourth wife of Earl Zhongqin Han Bai, was

naked , straddling his lower abdomen, her jade hands grasping the thick, red penis,

sliding it between her genitals a couple of times, then pressing the shaft against the entrance of her vagina, and slowly sitting down.
"Ah—" Zuo Shi let out a long, soul-stirring moan, seemingly filled with satisfaction and pleasure, her

body trembling, and then her plump buttocks began to rise and fall.
"Ah... um... ah..." Soft moans escaped from her cherry lips.
"Oh, okay, like that... Hmm, shake your ass! Hmm... Oh... So good..." Relaxed

on the couch, his hands gripped Zuo Shi's plump, soft buttocks, kneading and squeezing the pink, jade-like flesh. His fingers

occasionally slid into the deep valley, teasing the wrinkled anus, enjoying

the warm comfort of the wet, tender flesh enveloping his treasure, the pleasure of the flesh walls rubbing against each other. Wang Zhong, the servant of the Marquis of Zhongqin's mansion, was so comfortable that he kept calling out "Mother!"
Five years have passed since he entered the manor. Every day, he gazed upon the exquisite ladies' graceful bodies and the swaying hips of their hips as

they walked . Wang Zhong had endured unimaginable torment, a burning desire

within him that seemed to consume him day and night. Yet, he dared not utter a single spark of such thoughts. Having affairs with one or two maids was one thing, but if

word got out that he was disrespectful to the ladies, that he was constantly plotting to seduce them, it would be a disaster.

At best, he would be expelled from the manor; at worst, he would lose his life. The Earl of Zhongqin was no merciful man.
However, all that was in the past. After five years of burying himself in the Earl's manor, the order had finally come. If he succeeded,

the ladies of the manor would be at his master's mercy, and he could have a share. If not… well,
he had finally managed to sleep with one of the ladies, hadn't he? Though not the most beautiful of all, she was still a

stunning beauty. "Damn it, Fourth Madam, watch me fuck you to death!" Wang Zhong thrust his lower body with hatred, his long-

accumulated strength giving him inexhaustible power.
"Ah...ah...oh..." Zuo Shi sat on Wang Zhong, desperately twisting her plump buttocks

to meet the man's thrusts, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she looked at Wang Zhong with a hazy,

passionate gaze, like she was looking at her beloved lover.
...
"Ah, so good!" After straightening his clothes, looking at Zuo Shi's jade-like body lying there, Wang Zhong couldn't help but touch that

wonderful fleshy cunt again. "Wash yourself clean, forget about tonight...don't rush, there's plenty of time, I'll come and fuck you often,

Fourth Madam..." "Mmm!" Faced with Wang Zhong's lewd actions, Zuo Shi seemed like an obedient little wife. Although her face turned red

to her neck, she still shyly nodded her head, looking at the thief who had just satisfied his lust and defiled his mistress with deep affection

.
"Good, you're so obedient. Remember to wash your asshole tonight, I'll enjoy Fourth Madam's big

ass !" Wang Zhong chuckled, then pinched Zuo Shi's breasts again.
"You're tired, get some sleep..." Wang Zhong left refreshed, leaving only Zuo Shi, who had gently

closed ...
*** *** *** ***
"Ugh... Damn it..." As dawn broke, Fan Liangji opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache. "

I must never get drunk like this again."
Yesterday, His Majesty Zhu Di returned victorious, and the whole country celebrated with a grand banquet at the palace.

All the powerful and influential people in the court were invited to the banquet, but all the princes and lords who came from the city and even from all over the country were invited except for

Fan Liangji. Logically speaking, although his title was an empty bucket that he had begged for, he

was still a nobleman, wasn't he? Besides, he was quite familiar with the emperor, so how could he be the only one left out?
Fan Liangji didn't care about attending this ridiculous banquet, but seeing Han Bai's

arrogant demeanor and the hint of mockery in his eyes filled him with rage. Was it because that brat was

the number one martial arts master in the world and needed to be appeased, while the old monkey was no longer taken seriously? Although he understood that there was no such thing

as , only value, it was precisely because of this that Fan Liangji felt exceptionally humiliated and resentful.
Did they think he, Fan Liangji, was already useless? What was originally a small matter

became a profound disgrace for Fan Liangji under the strange gazes of Han Bai and the servants of the Earl's mansion. In a terrible mood, he drank heartily at the banquet held

at the Earl's mansion , embracing the clear stream. Over the past few years, his relationship with Han Bai has

deteriorated . While there are various reasons related to his behavior, the main

cause is Fan Liangji's jealousy of Han Bai's womanizing ways and Han Bai's mockery and ridicule after discovering the old scoundrel's lustful heart.
Since obtaining Yun Qing and experiencing the pleasures of intimacy, Fan Liangji's previously stagnant sexual desire,

like a dam bursting, surged uncontrollably. This overflowing desire became increasingly overwhelming, leaving Yun Qing

unable to satisfy his needs. His unfulfilled desires naturally fueled Fan Liangji's restless heart. It was

from that time that his beautiful younger siblings, whom he had previously regarded as juniors and little sisters, slowly transformed into the most delicious

fruits in the world. His desire to feast on these beauties grew stronger each day. Although he forcibly

restrained his lust and refrained from doing anything outrageous, this restraint caused him immense suffering. Every time he saw

his siblings' alluring bodies, his heart burned with torment, while avoiding them only intensified his despair.

He understood that one should not trifle with one's brother's wives; such thoughts were indeed beastly. However, he didn't

think he was wrong. Even if he harbored ulterior motives, he hadn't actually done anything wrong.

Why did Han Bai dare to treat him so arrogantly?
Fan Liangji harbored deep resentment towards this, and precisely because of this,

he paid no attention to the affairs of the maids in Han Bai's household who were having affairs with the servants. The maids in the courtyard were being slept with by other men, becoming

cuckolds , and it was laughable that Han Bai was completely oblivious and considered himself a playboy. It was truly laughable and deserved.
The headache upon waking made Fan Liangji feel sorry for himself and resentful again.
"Hmm... Eh?" Fan Liangji opened his eyes groggily, and as he was about to move his body, he was surprised

to find something was wrong. There were two fragrant bodies pressed tightly against him, one on each side, and his

erect penis, which always became rock hard when he got up, was tightly wrapped by warm and tender flesh.
"This is?!" Fan Liangji was startled, suddenly recalling the events of last night. He had drunk himself back in his bedroom,

only to find two hot bodies clashing in his arms...
Fan Liangji looked down sharply, and before him lay a beautiful, exquisitely charming face. Her delicate

eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she was fast asleep in his arms.
"Yue'er..." Fan Liangji stared in disbelief at Xu Yeyue in his arms. This woman,

a beauty , the most beloved wife of his sworn brother Han Bai, the object of his longing for years, was now

lying naked in his arms, and his penis was inside her vagina.
"This..." Looking at this stunningly beautiful woman, feeling the comfort of his penis being enveloped by her vagina, Fan Liangji...

Fan Liangji finally recalled the frenzied passion of the previous night, his mind a jumbled mess. Yes, he had always

dreamed of , but now that his long-cherished wish had finally come true, he was at a loss for what to do.
"Moon, Frost... Hmm? No..." Fan Liangji suddenly snapped back to reality. First of all, there was no

way either of them would throw themselves at him, especially not both of them together. And even if he was drunk, he wouldn't act like

a beast in heat, irrationally pouncing on them.
"An aphrodisiac, and a very strong one at that... Who... Hmm?!" Fan Liangji quickly realized

the key point . Just then, a strange sound caught his ears, which were known for their unparalleled hearing. "Who?!"
"Hehe, Master Fan truly lives up to his reputation as the world's number one thief. I'm quite skilled in light-footed martial arts, but I was

spotted by you the moment I arrived, haha!" Wang Zhong, beaming, jumped in through the open window, his eyes fixed

on Zhuang Qingshuang's plump, white buttocks, who was lying on her side next to Fan Liangji. The light of dawn

made it much clearer than under the moonlight the night before. The deep cleft of her buttocks and the slightly parted labia revealing a bit of pink flesh inside,

the fleshy opening still bearing traces of her past lovemaking, were truly breathtaking.
"You are... Wang Zhong, the stable manager..." Fan Liangji reached out and pressed the sleeping acupoints of Xu Yeyue and Zhuang Qingshuang,

gently pulling his penis out of Xu Yeyue's strange and unique fleshy orifice.

The feeling of the tender flesh rubbing against his penis made him reluctant to leave, and the thought of inserting it again did not disappear until the glans slid out of the fleshy orifice .

Fortunately, Fan Liangji finally suppressed this thought, sat up and stared at the newcomer, quickly recognizing his

identity.
"Oh, you still recognize me, sir. I am truly honored!" Wang Zhong reluctantly withdrew his gaze from Zhuang Qingshuang's

smooth , plump buttocks, licking his lips and smiling obsequiously.
"Did you drug me?" Fan Liangji's face was ashen as he stared at Wang Zhong, who had put him in this dilemma.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind: motives, purposes, and most importantly, who had ordered it. Even if Fan Liangji were to die
, he would never believe that Wang Zhong's scheme was motivated by money or a way to blackmail Yueye Qingshuang into committing adultery
. Firstly, if he had a way to make Yueye Qingshuang behave like she did last night, he could have had his fun himself; there

was no need to let him get away with it. And the kind of foolish act of risking being silenced by Fan Liangji and Han Bai for a little money was something no

one who could stand there calmly would do.
"Speak, who instructed you, and what do you want?" Fan Liangji's eyes flashed with murderous intent as he stared intently at Wang Zhong.
Sensing Fan Liangji's murderous aura, Wang Zhong's brow twitched. However, he knew that the other party would never attack before fully

understanding his background, so he sneered confidently, "What, Old Master Fan, you've finally gotten your wish? Not only are you not grateful

for my help, but you're also so angry? Could it be... that you want to use this as an excuse to kill me to silence me?"
"Hmph!" With himself and the two women from Xuzhuang naked, even if it was just to avoid alerting others, Fan Liangji couldn't

make a move. The man before him was skilled in martial arts; defeating him and killing him might be easy, but doing so silently was

uncertain. Besides, this man must have accomplices; killing him would only put him in a more difficult situation. Therefore, Fan Liangji

merely snorted coldly and withdrew his murderous intent. But who exactly sent Wang Zhong to plot against him? The palace banquet had excluded Fan Liangji alone. Thinking about it now, it was truly strange. What kind of power allowed someone to remove him, someone who was also an acquaintance of

the emperor, from the Ministry of Rites' banquet guest list ?

Those who plotted against him seized this opportunity, simultaneously scheming

against him and Xu Yeyue and Zhuang Qingshuang. Only a few knew of his feelings for Xu Yeyue and the other women; even

those in his household who knew his relationship with Han Bai wasn't as harmonious as it appeared wouldn't know the reason.

Yet, his accomplices noticed and sent him the most potent poison.
Now, the poison had seeped into his very bones and was beyond saving. Fan Liangji felt a chill run through him.
"The Eastern Depot or the Embroidered Uniform Guard?"
"Ah, Lord Fan, your mind is meticulous; I truly admire you!" Wang Zhong wasn't

surprised that the other party had guessed his identity. After all, the other was a cunning old fox who had survived a lifetime in the ruthless world of martial arts; it would be truly disappointing and surprising if

he hadn't guessed .
"Wang Zhong, a centurion of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, greets Lord Fan!"
"A centurion?" It was

n't unusual for Han Bai's residence to have Embroidered Uniform Guard spies. The Embroidered Uniform Guard monitored the entire country; even the homes of the emperor's most favored ministers were not immune. A centurion was already a considerable rank, and for someone of

that rank to be hiding in the residence as a spy, and now standing so confidently before Fan Liangji, made the seasoned

Fan Liangji's heart sink.
Did they have him cornered, or…?
"Are you Zhu Gao… no, one of the Crown Prince's men?"
"Oh?!" Wang Zhong was genuinely taken aback that Fan Liangji had even guessed that. "You're truly astute

…"
"Heh, I was just guessing!" Fan Liangji chuckled, but his heart sank to the bottom. They even

bluntly —were they really that confident? Fan Liangji couldn't help but sigh for Han Bai in his heart.

He had long ago told that brat to keep his tail between his legs and try to ease the tension with the Crown Prince. Although, given the current Crown Prince Zhu

Gaochi's character, and considering the past grievances,

unless there was virtually no possibility of forgiveness, at least

he shouldn't have provoked him further. But Han Bai, relying on his past merits and what he thought was a "deep" relationship with the Emperor, not only never listened but also repeatedly

clashed with the Crown Prince, even accusing Fan Liangji of shamelessness for trying to curry favor with the Crown Prince. Did he even understand that

Zhu Gaochi, no matter what, was still the Crown Prince, the future Emperor of the Ming Dynasty? Even with Zhu Di's protection,

could Zhu Di protect him forever? And was their relationship with Zhu Di really that deep? Fan Liangji never thought so.

You've repeatedly opposed and even humiliated his son; surely he's already dissatisfied and could easily be charged with

disrespect , with confiscation of property and beheading not being an exaggeration. Unfortunately, honest advice is hard to swallow, and poor Fan Liangji's good intentions were completely ignored

. Now look what's happened, trouble has come! Even if Han Bai hasn't committed any crime, the Imperial Guards are always incredibly adept

at
Liangji has no sympathy for Han Bai anymore; he wouldn't pity him, and might even be happy to see it happen.

But …
"Then may I ask, Commander Wang, what are your orders for this old man Fan?" Fan Liangji asked casually, glancing at the two women's exquisite figures

beside him , one hand falling casually onto Zhuang Qingshuang's…

He rubbed her plump buttocks a couple of times, kneading the soft, white flesh, causing the closed cleft to split open, revealing

the delicate .
Glancing at that beautiful, tender anus, Wang Zhong couldn't help but swallow hard, but had to compose himself, saying,

"Old Fan is truly generous! I wouldn't dare to order you around, I only wish to ask Old Fan to lend our leader a hand in completing

the task His Highness has assigned! As for the specifics, as long as Old Fan nods, I'm happy to lead the way and introduce you to our leader."
"Now?"
"Hmm, not now, but an hour will suffice..."
"One hour!" Fan Liangji pondered for a moment, then sneered, "Aren't you afraid I'll renege on

my promise ? Or even turn around and accuse you?"
Wang Zhong laughed, "Old Fan is a smart

man I'm not afraid to tell you, the Earl of Zhongqin is ignorant of the times and has repeatedly made things difficult

for the Crown Prince. Now he's doomed. Whether you help him or not, he'll die a miserable death. You might think I'm exaggerating, but you probably don't

know that, including the two women in your bed, the Earl of Zhongqin's most favored wives and concubines have actually

been slept with countless times by that prince and our leader in the past two years!"
"What?!" Fan Liangji was shocked. Yueye and Qingshuang

had already been taken advantage of by Zhu Gaochi and the leader behind the Embroidered Uniform Guard? And raped countless times?

What method did they use? If it were a case of drugging and raping, one or two times might escape detection, but

how could so many times over two years have kept everyone in the dark? Moreover, given the personalities of Han Bai's wives and concubines, if they were raped, they would never act

as nothing happened; otherwise, Fan Liangji would have done it long ago, why endure the torment? Adultery? Even more

impossible. Even if some were cheating on Han Bai, it's unlikely they all did, especially not all with the now-

fat Crown Prince.
"No wonder… but how is this possible?" Recalling the seductive

advances of Xu Yeyue and Zhuang Qingshuang last night, Fan Liangji knew Wang Zhong wasn't just spouting nonsense. But what method did that man use to make all the women

submit to his lewd pleasure? Now it seemed this couldn't be achieved with aphrodisiacs.
"How did he manage this?" Fan Liangji stared at Wang Zhong.
"This...this is a secret I truly don't know. I only know that our leader handled everything. If Elder Fan

is interested, you might as well ask him directly!" Wang Zhong was indeed unaware of the intricacies of this matter; otherwise, he would have already

sought an opportunity to experience the thrill of "empty night moon, golden house hidden frost."
Fan Liangji nodded, understanding that such extraordinary methods were far beyond the comprehension of a mere spies

like Wang Zhong. "Very well, then please introduce me to your leader, Commander Wang!"
"Oh, so Elder Fan agrees?" Wang Zhong was overjoyed. With Fan Liangji's involvement, Han Bai

was practically dead. It all depended on how His Highness wanted him to die. With Han Bai dead, the mission accomplished, and

he could finally enjoy the fruits of his labor.
"Did I have a choice?" Fan Liangji glanced at the beauties beside him, sighing with apparent helplessness. However ,

the hands digging under the bellies of the two women made it impossible to discern any helplessness in his expression. Years of wealth and glory had consumed him, and

countless lovemaking had left Fan Liangji far removed from the righteous and cunning old rogue

he once was. For him, enjoying the company of such beautiful women was the most important thing; nothing else mattered.
"Good, Elder Fan, your decisiveness and willingness to sacrifice family for the greater good are truly admirable! I am happy to make the introductions! Please come to the alley behind the mansion in an

hour ; a green-canopied carriage will come to pick you up!"
"Very well!" Fan Liangji nodded, then pointed to the two stunningly beautiful women on the bed. "What should we do with the two of them

? We can't just leave them in my room, can we?"
"Ah, my two ladies..." Wang Zhong glanced at the jade-like bodies that had just been laid out, "Brother Fan, you can rest assured to release

their pressure points and wake them up. The two noble ladies will dress properly, avoid everyone in the mansion, go back to

their courtyards to wash up, sleep until noon, and forget all about this!"
"Oh?!" Fan Liang was extremely astonished. What kind of method could have such a miraculous effect?

Although the mysterious mind-controlling and soul-capturing techniques in the martial arts world could manipulate people's behavior, those who were manipulated were always expressionless

. If Xu Yeyue and Zhuang Qingshuang were controlled by mind-controlling techniques, then they must have been like puppets during their lovemaking yesterday, and

could not possibly be as charming and lovely as they were last night.
"Is such a strange thing really possible?" Fan Liangji was somewhat incredulous. He extended his finger, hesitated for a moment, and thought that

if Wang Zhong was just spouting nonsense and his two younger sisters-in-law started fooling around naked, then it would be all over. However, even with his

unparalleled lightness skill, Fan Liangji might not be able to do anything, but Wang Zhong would definitely be dead. No one would be so stupid as to joke with their own life

. At the same moment, Fan Liangji pointed his
finger down. Xu Yeyue and Zhuang Qingshuang creaked and slowly woke up.
"Second Madam, Third Madam, you're awake!" Seeing the two women wake up, Wang Zhong couldn't help but walk over and

pinch Zhuang Qingshuang's plump buttocks.
"Hmm!" The two women woke up, sat up, looked blankly at the thin Fan Liangji beside them,

smiled sweetly , and each threw themselves into the arms of the somewhat frightened old thief, kissing him on the cheek.

They giggled under Fan Liangji's incredulous gaze, then jumped off the bed naked and began to change clothes as if no one else was around.
Watching Xu Yeyue and Zhuang Qingshuang's large, white buttocks wriggling under the couch, Fan Liangji felt as if he were in a dream...

Chapter Two
The autumn wind swept through the golden leaves, rustling them across the mountains and fields. Every now and then, withered leaves were swept up

and fell, adding a touch of melancholy to this harvest season. An ordinary blue-canopied carriage slowly moved forward amidst

the passing . No one gave it a second glance, and naturally, no one noticed that the carriage soon left

the official road and headed towards the southern suburbs.
Most people who got up early were busy with fame and fortune; no one gets up early without profit. Without any benefit, who would care where unrelated

passersby were going?
Fan Liangji sat in the carriage, occasionally taking a puff of his pipe, his eyes slightly closed, peacefully resting.

Since getting into the carriage, he hadn't looked outside once. He didn't need to look; he could tell from his ears that the carriage was heading towards the southern suburbs,

where there should be several villas of officials and gentry. As for whether there would be any danger, Fan Liangji was even less worried.

Judging , just as Wang Zhong had said, the cigarette trap wasn't meant to force him to submit to Han Bai;

it was probably just a small gift. He likely had another important purpose for him, otherwise Wang Zhong, a centurion of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, wouldn't have been so persistent.

Persuasion and polite invitations are one thing, but direct coercion is another. Having figured this out, Fan Liangji naturally approached the trip with composure

.
Reassured, he couldn't help but recall the heart-pounding yet incredibly beautiful morning, everything like a dream.

Unfortunately, the night was too short, and good dreams never last. He could
only savor the wonderful feeling of his penis being enveloped by the soft flesh of Xu Yeyue's alluring passage that morning. The sheer

pleasure of withdrawing his penis was still unforgettable. He remembered Yeyue's charmingly shy yet swaying buttocks, and Qing

Shuang's seemingly aloof yet astonishingly large breasts trembling—just thinking about them made his heart tremble.
"Damn aphrodisiac!" Thinking this, Fan Liangji couldn't help but curse the aphrodisiac that had driven him mad last night.

That powerful aphrodisiac that had turned him into a mindless, lustful beast had, while allowing him to recall the night

's lovemaking, made it impossible for him to savor the intoxicating pleasure. It was a complete waste,

utterly depraved .
How was this any different from last night when nothing had happened? Fan Liangji felt a pang of regret and indignation as he thought about it.

What kind of mess was this?
"Squeak!" Amidst his resentment and bitterness, the carriage shaft groaned, and the carriage came to a stop.
"Mr. Fan, we've arrived!"
Stepping out of the carriage, he was greeted by a bamboo grove, its verdant green a rare sight in the autumn wind, with

the low chirping of insects and birds in the air. A manor house was built against a low hill, with white walls and vermilion gates. A canal ran in front of the manor, and a stone bridge

spanned the canal, facing the gate. Although not particularly grand, the manor house, nestled against the hill and beside the water, possessed a certain elegance.
In the suburbs of Jinling City, such a manor was not something an ordinary person could own; it required immense wealth and status.
"I wonder which high-ranking official under the Crown Prince's patronage this is? Or is it even the Crown Prince himself?" Looking at

this manor, which was no less impressive than the Earl's mansion of Han Bai, Fan Liangji couldn't help but speculate about

the identity of the "leader." He thought of several people, but couldn't be sure.
It didn't matter who it was anymore. Even if it was Zhu Gaochi, at most that old thief would just have to be a little more submissive.
"Old Fan, please!"
"Oh!" Fan Liangji nodded and followed. When he reached the door, looking at the vermilion gate before him, he knew that once he stepped

inside, there would be no turning back. At this moment, for some reason, he suddenly recalled the old days, the storms of the martial world, the

clash of swords, the unwavering brotherhood with Han Bai, the joy of sharing hardships together, and

the waning of the sun and moon afterward.
Everything had changed! Why had things come to this? Had he, Fan Liangji, become heartless and unjust, worse than a beast,

only wanting to ravage the beautiful sisters-in-law? And had Han Bai become arrogant and disdainful, increasingly disdainful of everyone? Was it

truly only possible to share hardship, not prosperity?
Perhaps when the world was already settled, when Han Bai, unwilling to live a lonely life in seclusion, urged them to go to the bustling city of Jinling for a comfortable life,

it was destined that they would part ways. It's easy to go from simplicity to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to simplicity. This applies to power and lust;

who doesn't want a better life and to sleep with the most beautiful woman?
Han Bai was like that, and so was Fan Liangji!
"This must be Mr. Fan. The master has been waiting for you. Please come in!" The doorman led the way for Fan Liangji.
He opened the door, didn't turn his head, and strode forward. Fan Liangji knew he could never go back; the

past flashed by like a wisp of smoke.
He strode forward, looking at the road ahead, and Fan Liangji suddenly had a strange premonition that

something .
Yes, incredibly beautiful, simply exquisite.
Looking at the snow-white, plump buttocks before him, Fan Liangji's mouth gaped open. The round, perky white

buttocks swayed gently with each step, the two plump buttocks tightly squeezing out a deep cleft,

making one really want to go up and explore what lay there.
Fan Liangji was already very surprised when the woman who came out from the inner quarters to greet him appeared

.
Dressed in a simple, form-fitting samurai outfit, tightly bound with a jade belt, and with her famous sword hanging at her waist,

the woman before him possessed a striking and dashing air. Her eyes were long and narrow, alluring and bright, like pools of autumn water. Her full

breasts appeared even more prominent under the tight-fitting samurai outfit, and her legs were full and long. As she descended the steps in her crimson boots

, she exuded an irresistible charm. What stirred Fan Liangji's heart was that this woman's appearance at this moment

bore a striking resemblance to the exquisitely beautiful figure in his memory, captivating him completely.
Han Bicui, the wife of his old friend Qi Changzheng, was the leader of the righteous Danqing Sect, a renowned beauty in the martial arts world.
How could she be here? Could it be that she too had been...?
Thinking of this, Fan Liangji stared at Han Bicui's full and firm breasts beneath her plain white samurai outfit and couldn't help but swallow

hard.
Han Bicui, unfazed by Fan Liangji's lustful gaze fixed on her chest,

smiled said, "Brother Fan, you've arrived! My husband has been waiting for you for a long time. Come with Bicui!"
Fan Liangji's heart skipped a beat, secretly surprised: "Husband?! Could it be that the leader is that brat Qi Changzheng?"

If so, how could he possibly bear this humiliation! But that didn't make sense. Even if he had no grudge against the Crown Prince

, he had never publicly fawned upon him. Even if it was intentional to mislead others, he was still

risking his life in the Northern Frontier, and there was absolutely no reason for him to have his wife dressed like this to greet him at home. Her delicate body, wrapped in

a tight-fitting martial arts uniform, outlined a woman's perfect curves. Her full breasts were encased like two

ripe peaches, almost revealing two jade beads protruding from her chest. As she walked, her two plump breasts trembled slightly,

dazzling to behold .
No one would allow their wife to appear in public dressed like this, would they? "Isn't this like putting a green hat on your own head?!"
Fan Liangji was somewhat surprised and doubtful, but this surprise and doubt immediately disappeared when Han Bicui turned around and led the way for him.
Looking up from the steps, a blinding white expanse almost dazzled his eyes; before him was a perfectly bare, large buttock.

Fan Liangji stared in disbelief, barely managing to close his mouth after a while.
The back of Han Bicui's warrior's trousers was completely exposed, her plump, pert white buttocks

laid bare in broad daylight.
As if sensing Fan Liangji's gaze, Han Bicui stopped and turned around, a blush rising on her jade-like face, and

asked with a touch of shyness, "Brother Fan, do you think Bicui looks good in this outfit? Do you like it?"
Fan Liangji was delighted, so how could he say no? He nodded vigorously and said, "Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!"
"I like it, of course I like it!" Looking down at Han Bicui's lower body, he noticed a tear in

her crotch Only a few buttons, like those on a garment, prevented it from opening completely; otherwise, what

a sight it would have been!
Fan Liangji's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Bicui, what an ingenious pair of open-crotch pants!"
"Big brother!" Han Bicui, hearing this, felt a mixture of shyness and delight. She nodded and smiled coquettishly,

"Big brother Fan and my husband are both bad people! I'm so old, and I'm still wearing open-crotch pants—it's so embarrassing! And

you all like it! Humph, I'll go tell Sister-in-law Yunqing tomorrow that you groped my bottom!"
Fan Liangji was struck dumb, pointing to the sky in despair, "Bicui, how can you wrong your brother? Your brother

is a gentleman! He only looked at me, he didn't touch me!"
"That infamous old scoundrel dares to call himself a gentleman? Brother Fan, you've been living with Han Bai for so long, you've picked up

his glib tongue too!" Han Bicui gave Fan Liangji a charming sidelong glance, stepped down a step, and bent her slender waist

, tilting her head to face the old scoundrel. Her long, thin eyebrows met Fan Liangji's dim yellow eyes, her small nose almost touching

his. She said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, you feel wronged? Well... you didn't touch me just now, but

you can touch me now! Hehe, as long as you don't touch me secretly, Bicui won't tell Sister-in-law Yunqing!"
Fan Liangji smelled Han Bicui's delicate fragrance, the orchid-like scent wafting from her red lips, and

looked into her bright eyes filled with spring-like passion. He was speechless for a moment. No secretly touching? That means

touching her openly!
Seeing Fan Liangji's somewhat dazed and confused expression, Han Bicui covered her mouth and chuckled, turning around with a charmingly innocent look

. She said lightly, "Alright, please, brother, don't keep my husband waiting!"
"Ah, oh, alright!" As Han Bicui turned, her two plump buttocks reappeared before his eyes,

causing Fan Liangji's eyes to narrow. He finally snapped out of his daze, taking two quick steps to follow behind her white, beautiful flesh. After

a slight hesitation, he reached out a hand and placed it on Han Bicui's ample bosom. Her skin was like ice and jade, so

smooth and supple to the touch, yet radiating a warm glow in the autumn breeze, making it irresistible.
Han Bicui paused, giving him a flirtatious glare, but said nothing, gracefully

moving her lotus-like steps.
Fan Liangji entered the quaint garden, his large fingers, which had been roaming over Han Bicui's plump buttocks, slid down to her cleft

, touching the delicate chrysanthemum within. His curiosity grew; who was the person hiding behind it all,

possessing such skill to transform Han Bicui—a chivalrous woman who never showed any interest in ordinary men,

the leader of a prestigious sect—into a shameless object, undressed in public. What a delightful experience
!
Although they hadn't met yet, Fan Liangji already felt a sense of kinship.
He continued stroking Han Bicui's plump buttocks, leisurely strolling through the garden's veranda. Entering the hall, carpeted with red

velvet , Fan Liangji withdrew his hand from Han Bicui's buttocks, his hands behind his back as he surveyed the hall's furnishings. Six

fine nanmu wood couches, lacquered in gold, were arranged side by side in the hall, with a purple-gold incense burner in the center, emitting wisps of smoke—

the aroma of the finest incense. The hall, though opulent, was unremarkable. The only truly eye-catching

element was the celadon vase placed behind the main seat—a Southern Song Dynasty Ru ware vase from the reign of Emperor Gaozong.

Though , its warm, soft glaze could not escape the discerning eye of a connoisseur like Fan Liangji. Normally,

Fan Liangji would have been eager to possess the vase, but his mind was elsewhere.

Where was ?
Not coming out to greet him was understandable, but now that he was already at the hall's entrance, it seemed somewhat disrespectful. Was
this a time to intimidate him? Fan Liangji frowned and asked, "Bicui,

where is your...husband now?"
There was no one in the hall. Han Bicui seemed surprised as well, muttering softly, "Is he not

ready yet? Really..." Then she said apologetically to Fan Liangji, "Brother Fan, please be patient. There might have been...

delay ! Please wait a moment, Brother Fan, I'll go in and call my husband out!"
Fan Liangji nodded and said, "Oh, thank you for your trouble, Bicui!"
Watching Han Bicui's snowy buttocks turn and enter the inner hall, Fan Liangji stood in the hall, puzzled. If he wanted to

intimidate him, he should have done so from the moment he entered. He shouldn't have had Han Bicui greet him so seductively. Coming now

seemed like a complete charade, utterly nonsensical.
Why was he acting like this?
Things were truly full of twists and turns. What on earth was going on? Fan Liangji was perplexed.
"Haha, Brother Fan, you've arrived so quickly! I was just at a crucial moment, please forgive my lack of greeting!"

A loud, seemingly excited laugh came from the inner hall, followed by a figure in blue rushing out.
"You are...it's you?!" Fan Liangji stared intently at the blue-robed man who came out of the inner hall, his face beaming with joy .

The man had a sallow complexion, bulging eyes, and a thin build. He looked somewhat familiar, but after thinking carefully, he suddenly remembered someone, and

a strange, inexplicable feeling welled up inside him. This man was someone he knew, but if it weren't for

Fan Liangji 's talent in this area, he probably wouldn't remember this guy he had met twice for business.

Even Han Bai, whom he had fought, and those other young men he had dealt with, probably

wouldn't . After all, back when he was openly and covertly fighting the Heavenly Mandate Sect in the capital, experts from both the righteous and the wicked gathered in the capital, and

high-ranking officials in the court were as numerous as fish crossing a river. This person was really an insignificant figure at the time, and even if

his name was mentioned twice, everyone would probably have long forgotten him.
"Song Kun?!"
The man in the green robe who came out from the inner hall was none other than Song Kun, the former chief constable of the capital. This man had been

bribed by the Heavenly Mandate Cult. On the night Zhu Yuanzhang (the Hongwu Emperor) died, he was one of the first to respond to the cult's call, making

him a loyal follower. Later

, when it was mentioned that during the time the Heavenly Mandate Cult controlled the capital, he was promoted to

deputy commander of the Imperial Guards of the Jianwen Emperor's court, a step up, but still not a significant figure. When Zhu Di's army captured the capital and

the Jianwen Emperor's court collapsed, Song Kun and his family fled. The emperor ordered their capture and execution, but even Qi Changzheng didn't care

much , let alone anyone else. Therefore, Fan Liangji knew nothing of Song Kun's fate, yet he was

here today.
Was Song Kun the "boss" behind it all? If so, then Fan Liangji could truly marvel at the strange

twists of fate!
Seeing that Fan Liangji still recognized him, Song Kun seemed very pleased, laughing, "Haha, it's rare that Brother Fan still

remembers me. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long. I'll punish myself with three cups later." He smiled as he gestured for

Fan Liangji to sit down.
As Fan Liangji sat down, he discreetly observed Song Kun. The former chief constable before him now had

a full head of white hair, and his wrinkled face made Fan Liangji, who was at most in his early

sixties . He appeared quite energetic, though his body seemed much thinner, almost unsteady on

his feet.
Perhaps it was from excessive drinking and womanizing? Thinking of Han Bicui's bare, white buttocks, Fan Liangji pondered,

understanding what Song Kun's crucial words referred to earlier. He just wondered

who else was in this house besides Han Bicui?
Unfortunately, this wasn't the time for that. Fan Liangji could only suppress his thoughts and sigh, "Brother Song, you're too kind.

This old thief really didn't expect that the person I'd come to see today would be Brother Song!"
"Yes, back when Jinling City was breached by the Emperor's army, I was truly as lost as a stray dog,

feeling that there was nowhere left for me in this vast world. I never imagined that one day I would be sitting in such a grand mansion and see Brother Fan again

!" Song Kun sighed, seemingly filled with endless regret. He then asked with a smile, "And I never expected to have such good fortune with women!
Haha, did Brother Fan have a good time last night?"
Song Kun's words were blunt, and Fan Liangji's old face flushed slightly. After all, sleeping with his sworn brother's woman was against his principles, but he thought

that since things had come to this point and the other party knew about his shameful affair, there was no need to be coy. He stroked his beard and smiled,

"Hehe, of course I had a great time, but it's a bit of a pity..."
"Hehe, it's a pity you weren't satisfied, was it?" Song Kun revealed a knowing smile.
Fan Liangji licked his lips, seemingly savoring the wonderful taste, and shamelessly nodded, "

Of ! Well then,

since Brother Fan isn't being coy, I have nothing to hide. Since you share this interest, when

you return , as long as you follow my method,

you can enjoy the company of any of Han Bai's wives, day or night!"
Fan Liangji's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed happily, "Really? But..."
Song Kun smiled slyly, "What, are you worried that Han Bai won't be able to enjoy himself at home? Hehe, you don't need to

worry about that. You may not know, but His Majesty has arranged an autumn hunt in the eastern suburbs after last night's banquet, and Han

Bai will be going too. This trip will last for three days, haha..."
"Oh, is that so?" Fan Liangji's eyebrows danced with delight. Recalling the allure of Han Bai's wives, especially Zhuang Qingshuang and Xu

Yeyue , a surge of heat rose in his chest. He chuckled and said

, "In that case, thank you very much, Brother Song!" He then asked seriously, "Ah, by the way, Brother Song, you've been so kind to me. What are your instructions?" Having offered such a "

generous reward," Fan Liangji naturally knew better than to be blunt.
Unexpectedly, Song Kun waved his hand and said, "Hey, Brother Fan, what are you saying? What instructions?

I dare not accept such a favor!"
Fan Liangji was taken aback and asked, "Then what brings you here today, Brother Song?" Surely he wouldn't just offer him such a great

opportunity for nothing, would he? Even if Song Kun had a grudge against Han Bai, sleeping with his women and watching them being slept with by others would be

a great pleasure in life, but he would never give such an advantage to Han Bai's sworn brother.
Song Kun opened his mouth, just as he was about to speak, when Han Bicui gracefully emerged from the inner room, dragging two tea trays.
"Husband, have some tea!" Han Bicui walked charmingly to Song Kun, her beautiful eyes gazing at him with watery eyes,

full of lust. As she put down the tea trays, she uttered a startlingly sweet voice: "Husband, my sisters asked me to ask you,

when are you going to kill that damned Qi Changzheng? He'll be back soon, and I don't want to

be separated from you!"
Fan Liangji was dumbfounded, watching Han Bicui's eagerness to murder her husband. If he didn't know Han

Bicui's character well, he would have truly thought she was a vicious woman with a heart of stone. However, this only increased Fan Liangji's admiration for the methods

that could make someone so subservient. As for whether she intended to use the same

method against him, Fan Liangji was ninety percent certain. If Song Kun wanted to, he could have acted sooner; with the intention of catching someone

off guard, wouldn't it be much easier? Why go to all that trouble and make him so wary?
Countless thoughts raced through Fan Liangji's mind in an instant.
Song Kun raised his hand and slapped Han Bicui's ample breasts with a "smack," laughing and scolding, "Hehe, you little vixen

, you're even more impatient than me! Aren't you afraid your brother Fan will laugh at you!"
Han Bicui turned her head and gave Fan Liangji, whose eyes were lingering on her buttocks, a charming glance, and said coquettishly, "In a moment,

I'll give Brother Fan a blowjob, let him fuck my pussy and asshole, then Brother Fan won't laugh at me anymore!"
A young woman, and the leader of a prestigious sect in the martial arts world, a female knight-errant, could actually say such

shameless and explicit things. Fan Liangji really didn't know how to react, only his penis twitched.
Song Kun feigned anger and scolded, "You little slut, itching for a beating again, huh? You'll get what's coming to you soon enough!" He then

laughed, "Alright, don't worry. That brat Qi Changzheng has a blood feud with me for killing my son. In a few days, when the time comes,

I'll grind him to dust! What are you all standing there for? Go and serve your Brother Fan some tea!"
Receiving Song Kun's reply, Han Bicui seemed quite pleased. She then coquettishly replied, "Yes," and smilingly

carried the tea tray to Fan Liangji. She placed the tray on the small table beside him, her jade-like face flushed as she picked up the teacup.

Under the astonished gaze of Old Thief Fan, a teacup appeared. She twisted her slender waist, gently sticking out her large, white buttocks, and her soft, fragrant

body fell into Fan Liangji's arms: "Please have some tea, Brother Fan!"
Her plump, fleshy buttocks pressed against his lower abdomen. Feeling the heat and fleshiness of her

buttocks, Fan Liangji's penis immediately hardened. The sweet, innocent "Brother Fan" made his bones melt. He thought to himself that Song Kun

really knew how to seek stimulation. He was about to reach for the teacup when he saw Han Bicui lift it herself, lower her head, and sip

the tea.
"This…" Fan Liangji was confused. Just as he was wondering what was going on, he saw Han Bicui, still holding the tea,

offer her red lips.
"Mmm… um…" Her fiery lips approached his, and Fan Liangji bit down, sucking and licking them.

He kissed Han Bicui's delicate tongue, swallowing the tea mixed with fragrant saliva.

His hand, which had been around Han Bicui's slender waist, slid down to her white buttocks, while his other hand slipped into her bosom, grasping one of her full breasts

.
"Ha, that was wonderful!" After a passionate kiss, Fan Liangji let out a long sigh, his mouth still full of fragrant saliva, and

he couldn't help but swallow several times, praising, "With such a wonderful tea service, Brother Song really knows how to enjoy himself!"
Song Kun shook his head and chuckled, "Not at all, not at all. This kind of tea and wine drinking is commonplace among the wealthy and powerful

. I've heard that Han Bai often does it this way at his private banquets, and he even has many variations! Yue'er said that

once that kid even poured a pot of ginseng into Yue'er's vagina, warming it before drinking it.

Compared to this young man, we old folks are truly ashamed!"
"Is that so?" Fan Liangji couldn't help but recall Han Bai burying his head between Xu Yeyue's legs, drinking

the warm wine from her fleshy orifice. A surge of rage welled up within him, and he was consumed by jealousy. He sneered, "This

kid certainly knows how to enjoy himself. I'll have to find Yue'er and the others to give him a good taste of it someday! Humph!" He then said, "Brother Song, just

tell me straight. Why did you call me here today?"
Song Kun clapped his hands and said, "Alright, since Brother Fan is so straightforward, I'll be frank too. I called you here

today because..."
"To form an alliance with you!" Song Kun gave an unexpected and astonishing answer.
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"An alliance?!" This answer greatly surprised Fan Liangji. He had thought that Song Kun's generous treatment of him, the old

thief , was simply an attempt to win him over. Although he would inevitably feel

uncomfortable working under Song Kun, the former chief constable, he had no other choice now. As long as he could enjoy those peerless beauties in the future, he would accept it.
But to my utter surprise, after all the effort Song Kun put in, he only wanted to be on equal footing with me in the end.
Song Kun smiled and said, "Yes, not to recruit you for my own use, but to form an alliance! Brother Fan must be

wondering why this is?"
Fan Liangji nodded and said, "Of course, I am very curious! Even if Brother Song is afraid that I might

change my mind and want to rebel, you could simply use the same method you used to control Yue'er and the others on me. Wouldn't that be

perfectly appropriate?"
Song Kun laughed and said, "Haha... Brother Fan, you must really want to know what my method of controlling

others is, right?"
Having said that much, Fan Liangji wasn't afraid of Song Kun turning against him, nor did he deny it, nodding and saying, "That's for sure!"
Song Kun said, "Alright, since Brother Fan has said so, we should be open and honest about forming an alliance. I will tell you

everything !" He gave a wry smile and said, "To be honest, Brother Song,

there are three compelling reasons why I don't coerce you into working for me. The first one is precisely because of my method of manipulating others!"
"Oh?" Fan Liangji stroked his beard, listening attentively as Song Kun continued.
Song Kun hesitated for a moment before letting out a bitter laugh and asking, "Brother Fan, have you ever heard of the Blissful Demon Sect?"
"The Blissful Demon Sect?!" Fan Liangji's face darkened, then he was horrified, exclaiming in shock, "Could it be that you

're using that Bewitching Puppet Gu?!"
Fan Liangji was startled. No wonder Xu Yeyue Zhuang Qing Shuang and the current Han Bicui looked like this; they had

n't to be that legendary, terrifying poison Gu.
In the late Southern Song Dynasty, a sect called the Blissful Heaven Buddhist Sect arose.

While

, their doctrines—emphasizing the mind's inherent nature, seeking only worldly bliss and not concern for the afterlife—were scorned by orthodox Buddhism. Furthermore, their members frequently engaged in the shameless practice of "joyful meditation" in

broad daylight, leading to their being labeled a heretical sect and

rejected by society. Thus, they were known as the Blissful Heaven Demonic Sect.
Despite being condemned by both the righteous and the underworld, the Blissful Heaven Demonic Sect surprisingly grew

rapidly. In just over a decade, it amassed hundreds of thousands of followers, rivaling even the Beggars' Sect with its vast membership

, and surpassing the power of any other sect. The

reason could grow so quickly was due to its use of the Bewitching Puppet Gu.
Legend has it that this Bewitching Puppet Gu can not only manipulate the body of the afflicted person like a puppet, but also bewitch

their mind, control their intellect, and even their memories, turning the afflicted person into a slave to the Gu caster, completely subservient.

Although some mysterious mental techniques and superstitious soul-shifting methods in the past had similar effects,

none were as domineering as this Bewitching Puppet Gu. It can not only make people forget designated people and events like a mind-controlling technique, but also

fabricate memories and even personality preferences for the afflicted person. Even absurd nonsense can

become a firmly believed fact in the afflicted person's mind after a dream. As a result, many afflicted people are completely unaware of their condition and act no differently than

usual . However, as long as the Gu caster gives an order, or when they see

something the Gu caster has specified that can unlock their sealed or fabricated memories, these afflicted people will become the most obedient slave puppets.
What's most terrifying is that the effects of this Bewitching Puppet Gu will never be compromised by unexpected events that strongly

impact , unlike mental techniques such as the Mind-Bending and Soul-Shifting Techniques. As long as the Gu remains in the body, the victim will forever be a pawn in the hands of the Gu caster, and the sealed or altered memories will completely eliminate any possibility

of the victim seeking help from others . 　　Back then, the Blissful Heavenly Demon Sect relied on this Bewitching Puppet Gu to openly or covertly recruit numerous righteous and evil masters as henchmen , bewitch some high-ranking officials and nobles of the Yuan, Mongol, and Southern Song dynasties for their protection, and drive many beautiful and charming female warriors to practice the Joyful Zen Dao to lure believers and followers to join them, thus enabling them to rise rapidly in a short period of time. If it weren't for the momentary lapse in judgment by the leader of the Blissful Heavenly Demon Sect—who, in his haste to seize power amidst the chaos of the Yuan-Mongol and Southern Song wars, exposed the secret of the Bewitching Puppet Gu and his ambitions, thus incurring the wrath of the martial world and the fury of the Yuan-Mongol and Southern Song courts, ultimately leading to their annihilation by the combined forces of the two dynasties' armies and martial arts masters of both good and evil—the martial world would likely be a very different place today, and perhaps the world itself would be entirely different. 　　Song Kun naturally understood that possessing the Bewitching Puppet Gu would be fatal if revealed, but having already revealed the name of the Blissful Heavenly Demon Sect, it was like spilled water—there was no going back.

The logic was clear: if they couldn't get strong reinforcements, their future remained bleak, so there was nothing to fear.
Seeing Fan Liangji's face change color, Song Kun sneered, "Brother Fan, you are indeed knowledgeable and have a good memory! It's indeed the Bewitching Puppet Gu of the Blissful

Heavenly Demon Sect! Brother Fan, are you frightened? If you don't want to become an enemy of the martial world, it's not too late to leave now.

I won't stop you!"
"Fear?" Fan Liangji raised an eyebrow, a glint of excitement in his eyes. He kissed Han Bicui's red lips

, rubbed her plump buttocks, and laughed, "With such a wonderful thing, this old thief

can only be happy. What's there to be afraid of?"
Song Kun readily agreed, "Good, Brother Fan, you are indeed a kindred spirit!"
Fan Liangji thought to himself that whether they were kindred spirits or not was unknown, but leaving now would certainly be useless.
After leaving, could he report Song Kun? Regardless of the fact that he had already slept with Xu Yeyue and Zhuang Qingshuang

, reporting them would be like shooting himself in the foot. He was

absolutely unwilling to give up the delicious food that was being served to him. Holding the fragrant and soft body, rubbing the smooth buttocks, playing with the full and bouncy

breasts, and looking at Han Bicui's watery eyebrows and delicate eyes, he was too lazy to even move his buttocks.
Having made up his mind, Fan Liangji asked, "Not at all, it's just that my illness has reached its terminal stage!"
Song Kun laughed, "Brother Fan, you're so witty, truly different from others!"
After a few polite words, remembering that his earlier question hadn't been answered, Fan Liangji asked again, "Yes,

Brother Song, you just said that your seeking me is closely related to this Bewitching Puppet Gu. What is the reason for that?"
Song Kun's face stiffened, revealing a somber expression. He sighed deeply and said, "Alas, to be honest,

if . But since Brother Fan has asked, I won't hide it from you. One

shouldn't avoid seeking medical help when one is ill!" He gave a bitter laugh and then said, "This Bewitching Puppet Gu is indeed incredibly wondrous, but to be

honest, I, Song, am now powerless to exorcise or implant Gu in others. Moreover, if

Brother Fan refuses to help me, I might die in a few days!"
"Oh?" Song Kun actually revealed his own danger, which greatly surprised Fan Liangji. Could it be that

there was some danger in using the Bewitching Puppet Gu? But if that's the case, how could the Blissful Demon Sect have been so prosperous back then?
Seeing Fan Liangji's expression, Song Kun knew his suspicions and continued, "Brother Fan, you must know that all

Gu worms are fed with the essence and blood of their breeders, and their use also requires the essence and blood as a catalyst. This Bewitching Puppet Gu is incredibly effective,

but it certainly comes at a price. The essence and blood required for its breeding and use are even more astonishing. I have used Gu many times before, and

now I am almost completely depleted of my essence and blood. If it weren't for the two techniques in the Blissful Demon Sect that are specifically designed to complement the Bewitching

Puppet Gu and compensate for the shortcomings of raising and expelling Gu, I'm afraid I would have turned to dust long ago!"
It turned out that it wasn't excessive indulgence, but rather a depletion of essence and blood. Recalling the unsteady way Song Kun walked when they first met, Fan Liangji

suddenly understood, but he was even more puzzled. Since he had these two techniques and had already obtained them,

why was he like this? He couldn't help but ask, "Since Brother Song has already obtained..." "Why would you need to go through that method...?

Is it because the mental cultivation method is too difficult to understand?"
Song Kun waved his hand with a wry smile and said, "No, even the most foolish person

can learn these two mental cultivation methods as long as they understand the principle of internal energy circulation!"
Fan Liangji was even more puzzled and asked in a deep voice, "Then why..."
Song Kun slowly said, "One of these two mental cultivation methods is the Blissful Joyful Meditation Method, which is a dual cultivation technique.

Right now, I'm relying on this method

to stay alive, but even with a rare beauty like Han Bicui or Xu Yeyue Zhuang Qingshuang, I already spend more than half of my twelve hours a day on the bed, and even

so, I still can't get through it!"
Even if he were to spend more than six hours a day in amorous pleasure with a beauty like Han Bicui or Xu Yeyue Zhuang Qingshuang,

even if it were wonderful, it would probably be unbearable, right? Fan Liangji thought to himself, feeling both envious and

sympathetic towards Song Kun.
Song Kun continued, "And this second method, I'm sure Brother Fan has heard of it..."
Fan Liangji was startled and exclaimed, "Could it be the evil technique of the Blissful Heavenly Demon Sect that drains people's life essence and internal energy?"
Song Kun nodded and said, "That's right, it's the same Indian Buddhist technique known throughout the world because of the Blissful Heavenly Demon Sect, the 'Path

of Alms-Begging '!" The evil technique was actually passed down from the orthodox Indian Buddhist sect, and Song Kun spoke with a hint of irony.

He continued, "This 'Path of Alms-Begging' is several times more effective than the Blissful Joyful Meditation Technique. Those harmed by this evil technique

will have their life essence drained, turning into a skeleton. Their death is extremely bizarre and terrifying, and this is often seen in martial arts classics

. If I were to use this method to absorb life essence, it would surely alert people to the Blissful Heavenly Demon Sect of yesteryear, attracting investigation,

and then everything would be over! Moreover, I'm afraid even if I used both methods simultaneously now, it would be futile!" Using
both methods simultaneously would be futile? Fan Liangji was even more curious and pressed, "What is the reason for this?"
"..."
Song Kun's expression turned to one of reminiscence, a hint of sorrow in his eyes. He sighed deeply, saying, "This...

it all started when I found the secret vault of the Blissful Demon Sect. Heh, although the Blissful Demon Sect was wiped out back then, and its

main altar and all its Gu artifacts and scriptures were destroyed, I'm afraid no one would have imagined that the Blissful

Demon Sect, which originated in Jiangnan, actually originated in the South, and even had an old site there. Back then, I fled

the capital to Sichuan. Because I was traveling with my family, I was exposed and pursued for thousands of miles. My wife, children, and elderly parents all died along the way

. I couldn't even stay in Sichuan anymore, so I could only escape to the South with my only remaining daughter. But in the end, we

were cornered faced certain doom...perhaps it was fate..." "Well, perhaps Heaven is blind, hehe, I've actually

discovered an extremely hidden cave besides my youngest daughter! The cave leads to a precipitous valley with sheer cliffs on all sides!"
Song Kun said, a mocking look on his face. He chuckled, "Hehe, back then, the Blissful Demon Sect was wiped out.

Its headquarters was destroyed, and its scriptures and artifacts were burned to ashes. Many people thought there was no trace of the Blissful Demon Sect left in the world, but they didn't

know that this evil cult, which originated in Jiangnan, actually originated in the South. Or perhaps some people knew, but couldn't find it.

But I, your brother, found it. In that precipitous valley, I discovered the stone carvings of the Blissful Demon Sect, which contained

the methods for refining two major poisonous Gu and some martial arts techniques." His smile vanished, replaced by resentment.
"It's just that those pursuers who wanted to use my head to get promoted and make money were still relentless, although..."

I couldn't find the Valley of Despair immediately, but it was only a matter of time. So, in order to survive, I had no choice but to use a

technique from the Blissful Heavenly Demon Sect. This technique is incredibly powerful, follows the Buddhist path,

and doesn't conflict with the martial arts one has previously practiced. What's even better is that it's extremely easy to learn. Even with my limited abilities, I mastered it in just two days and wiped out

all the pursuers ! Hehe... But where in this world can you find something so easy to learn, easy to master, and with such supernatural power? "This skill

is so powerful, the price is naturally very high..."
Fan Liangji understood the implication and asked, "Is your current appearance the price of that skill?"
Song Kun nodded and said, "Although not entirely correct, it's not far off! I'm sure Brother Fan has already guessed it.

The key to that skill is indeed essence and blood. This skill is activated by essence and blood, and the consumption is enormous.

Although also on the verge of death due to the excessive consumption of essence and blood, and I was left with only a breath left! If it weren't for

..." Song Kun paused here, revealing a sorrowful expression full of endless resentment and regret, and said through gritted teeth with a bitter

smile , "If it weren't for my daughter's rescue that day, I, Song Kun, would probably be dead by now!"
Fan Liangji could understand Song Kun's feelings. Song Kun's essence and blood were exhausted, and his daughter had no supernatural powers. How could she

rescue him ? There must have been only one way! He just didn't expect Song Kun to be so open and honest, even

hiding the shameful matter of incest from him. Fan Liangji couldn't help but believe Song Kun a little more.
Song Kun continued sadly, "Originally, with my daughter's care, although I was severely injured, I could have recovered in a year or two

with careful recuperation. But with a warrant for my arrest on my head, where in the world

could I find a quiet place to rest? And having been given these treasures of the Blissful Demonic Sect by Heaven, I was unwilling to stay in the deep mountains and forests

, living a life of constant fear and ignominy. So, before I had fully recovered, I impatiently began to refine

and feed the Bewitching Puppet Gu with my own blood and essence. Later, although I was able to send my daughter to His Highness the Crown Prince's side

with protection and clear my name..." "The crimes of the Wen Yi Party, but my brother's body has already reached its limit,

and can no longer tolerate any nourishment. Even if he recklessly uses that almsgiving method to absorb the essence of countless living beings,

he will return to his original state in a couple of days. Although he is barely keeping his life afloat by practicing the Zen of Blissful Joy day and night, if

this continues... Brother Fan, please look!"
Song Kun pulled at his robe, revealing his emaciated, skin-and-bones upper body. His lifeless,

grayish-black skin covered his skeleton, and Fan Liangji felt that this body looked more like a dead person. He naturally knew that what Song

Kun had just said was not an exaggeration.
"Hmm... Ugh!" Before Fan Liangji could speak, the person in his arms began to sob.
Han Bicui, her eyes red-rimmed, stared at Song Kun's lifeless body. Two pearly tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at Fan Liangji through

her teary eyes , sobbing, "Brother Fan, Song Lang is in such a terrible state! You must save him!"
Although he knew Han Bicui was currently under the control of the Bewitching Puppet Gu, the soft pleading of such a beautiful woman

still made Fan Liangji's ears soften. Seeing the beauty's pitiful appearance, he hurriedly coaxed, "Oh, oh, Bicui,

don't cry! How could your Brother Fan be so disloyal as to stand by and watch someone die? Don't worry, don't cry!
" "I knew Brother Fan was the best!" Han Bicui nodded, wiping away her tears.

She glanced Fan Liangji, shifted her body slightly, and gently grasped Fan Liangji's bulging penis with her jade-like hand,

whispering shyly, "Bicui will definitely serve Brother Fan well in a little while!"
"You little slut!" Fan Liangji cursed under his breath, his anger rising from Han Bicui's grasp. Unfortunately, business was urgent, and

he couldn't immediately indulge in his feast. But since Han Bicui was already naked, there was no rush. He

gave her smooth, bare buttocks a couple of hard rubs, then composed himself and asked, "From what you just said, Brother

Song, although your life is hanging by a thread, it's not beyond saving! But what is the method? Perhaps you need some kind of elixir

? If so, Brother Song, just give me the location and the name, and this old thief will definitely get it for you!"
When Song Kun asked for something, Fan Liangji's first thought was his old trade, and he had absolute confidence in this skill

. He wouldn't dare claim martial arts prowess, but when it came to stealing, he considered himself second to none.
Song Kun waved his hand and shook his head, saying, "If elixirs could save lives, I would have already begged for them. Not to

boast, but even disregarding my daughter's favor with the Crown Prince, my contribution in allowing the Crown Prince to have his way with Han Bai's wives and concubines like Xu Yeyue and Qing

Shuang is enough to give me some influence. If I need

any elixirs, the Crown Prince only needs to intervene, and I'm confident I can get them." He sighed and said, "It's just a pity

that my body is beyond saving! Heh, actually, there's no way to

save my life at this point. Throughout history, who has ever seen a withered bone rise from the dead? But, heaven has mercy,

there is that can save me!"
"A demonic seed?!" Fan Liangji's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized.
Song Kun's face flushed red, revealing a greedy look. He said in a deep voice, "That's right, it's the very thing that can transform a

good-for-nothing servant into one of the world's top masters! The Demon Seed can cleanse the marrow and

change the meridians one's body. Naturally, it can also reshape my body. Moreover, the Demon Seed can make one's essence and energy inexhaustible. If

I can obtain it, even without the aid of the Way of Begging and the Zen of Blissful Joy, I won't have to worry about

dying from depleted essence and blood! Brother Fan, you must help me!"
Han Bai's success was all due to his possession of the Demon Seed. If his Demon Seed were taken away, he

would a good-for-nothing at the mercy of others. At this moment, Fan Liangji naturally didn't care whether Han Bai lived or died. However,

Han Bai had cultivated the Demon Seed for many years, and the two had almost become one. How could he possibly take it away?
Fan Liangji couldn't help but ask, "So, Brother Song, you want me to help you capture Han Bai, and then use that alms-seeking method...

"
Song Kun shook his head and said, "Not at all. If it were that simple, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths! To put it

arrogantly, capturing Han Bai would be a piece of cake for me now. It's just that the demonic seed is wondrous; it gathers

essence from the spirit and takes the spirit as its foundation. The alms-seeking method can easily seize its essence, but it has the power to devour souls and steal spirits!"
Fan Liangji nodded, knowing that what Song Kun said was true. Han Bai's wives and concubines had already been subdued. Using them to deal with

Han Bai was much better than using him, this estranged old man.

Even if Han Bai's martial arts were now only slightly inferior to Pang Ban and Lang Fanyun in their prime, he would still be doomed. As for the demonic seed,

Fan Liangji known Han Bai for quite some time and could even say he had watched him grow step by step. Naturally, he knew about the demonic seed.

Having a deep understanding of the wonders of the world, Fan Liangji also understood that Song Kun's plan was no easier than ascending to heaven.
Fan Liangji said, "Brother Song is right! Moreover, Han Bai has been indulging in the demonic seed for a long time, and back then, that...

that fairy Qin Mengyao assisted him with her Dao embryo, and he's almost reached perfection. Although he's still a bit less accomplished than Pang Ban back then, he's almost achieved perfect harmony with

the human race . I wonder if you have any way to obtain him?" Mentioning that peerless fairy, Fan Liangji couldn't help but recall her stunningly beautiful figure, a feeling he couldn't describe welling up inside him—a mixture of itchiness and pain, and immense

regret. 　　That fairy-like person was already... 　　Song Kun shook his head and said, "I have no way!" 　　"Huh?" Completely unexpectedly, Fan Liangji was stunned by Song Kun's answer. No way? Then what's the ? 　　Seeing Fan Liangji's astonished expression, Song Kun quickly explained, "Brother, I have no way, but there's at least who does! Brother Fan, do you remember back in Jinling City, someone coveted the Demon Seed ? If it weren't for unforeseen circumstances, Han Bai, whose Demon Seed hadn't fully matured, would have had it absorbed and become a prisoner !" 　　"You mean the White Demoness?!" Recalling that past event, Fan Liangji immediately guessed who Song Kun was referring to. 　　Bai Fanghua, the demoness of the Heavenly Mandate Sect! 　　Back then, when the battle between the Heavenly Mandate Sect and the Heavenly Mandate Sect was raging in Jinling, the sect leader Shan Ruyu and his disciple Bai Fanghua both attempted to forcibly seize Han Bai's Demon Seed. Although they failed, it demonstrated that these demonesses possessed a method to absorb the Demon Seed. Now, Shan Ruyu has long been killed by Lang Fanyun, but Bai Fanghua has been missing for nearly ten years. According to the initial accounts, she should have gone into hiding with the Heavenly Mandate Sect's faction. 　　Fan Liangji frowned and asked, "What? Has the Heavenly Mandate Sect resurfaced? Are you mingling with them again, brother?" While Fan Liangji didn't harbor hatred towards the Heavenly Mandate Sect, their past grievances were significant. He had played a crucial role in thwarting the sect's major plans. If Song Kun, a former member of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, was now involved with those vixens, Fan Liangji would have to seriously reconsider. He might be discarded after being used. 　　Song Kun, sensing Fan Liangji's hesitation, laughed, "Brother Fan, don't overthink it. I did indeed cooperate very well with the Heavenly Mandate Sect back then. My beloved son, Song Yu, died tragically while working for Miss Bai Fanghua. My entire family of over ten served the Heavenly Mandate Sect, but only my daughter and I survived. It was truly a very pleasant experience!" 　　Fan Liangji naturally understood that Song Kun was being sarcastic, and the hatred seeping from between his teeth slightly eased his mind. He asked , "Then, since Brother Song hasn't cooperated with the Heavenly Mandate Sect, then..." "How could they possibly help Brother Song obtain that Demon Seed?" 　　Song Kun sneered. "Even if I were to rejoin the Heavenly Mandate Sect, would that bitch Bai Fanghua really give me the Demon Seed that would allow her to master demonic arts and become the second Pang Ban?" 　　Song Kun was right. The Demon Seed was the crystallization of the highest level of demonic cultivation. If a member of the demonic path obtained it, it would be the best tonic , making their efforts twice as effective. Given that Bai Fanghua was only slightly inferior to Qin Mengyao, who had already reached the Sword Heart Clarity Realm , who could say she couldn't become the second Pang Ban if she obtained the Demon Seed? So how could given to someone else? 　　"I'm afraid this is the real reason why you're not going to cooperate with the Heavenly Mandate Sect?" Fan Liangji thought to himself. 　　Song Kun then said seriously, "However, Brother Fan, you've misunderstood something. The Heavenly Mandate Sect hasn't reappeared in the martial world. They never gone into seclusion! 　　" "What?" Fan Liangji was shocked. They've never gone into seclusion? Then why haven't we heard a single word about them? After the Jingnan Rebellion, the Heavenly Mandate Sect was already an enemy of the martial arts world. If they hadn't gone into hiding, even without the martial arts community's righteous indignation in attacking them, there should have been some news of them. How could they have disappeared without a trace? 　　Could it be… 　　Fan Liangji thought of the only possibility, his brows furrowing as he snorted, “ What is Zhu Di up to? Isn't he afraid of raising a tiger to cause trouble?” The Heavenly Mandate Sect became an enemy of the martial arts world simply because the Jianwen Emperor's court they supported collapsed, and Zhu Di labeled them rebels. If they could remain unscathed without going into hiding, then it could only be due to the tacit approval of the current court. 　　Song Kun laughed, “Haha, Brother Fan is indeed insightful, understanding so quickly!” He then chuckled again, saying: "However, Brother Fan ultimately fails to understand the Emperor's mind! The world is now at peace, the Ming Dynasty is prosperous, and the court is stable. Emperor Jianwen has been on the throne for many years, and the current Heavenly Mandate Sect is merely a Jianghu sect, posing no threat to the Emperor . Otherwise, how could that evil Buddha, disguised as Li Jinglong, be comfortably serving as a court official? What the Emperor truly worries about now is the fact that all the princes are eyeing the position of Crown Prince. This is the Emperor's real concern. Among the princes who aspire , Zhu Gaochi, the Prince of Han, who distinguished himself in the Jingnan Rebellion, is the most powerful, not only holding military power..." Furthermore , it has recruited many martial arts masters. Under such circumstances, if one faction of the Heavenly Mandate Sect joins the Crown Prince's residence, as long as the Crown Prince doesn't fall into the Heavenly Mandate Sect's trap, His Majesty will be very pleased! Moreover, the political and religious factions of the Heavenly Mandate Sect had already parted ways long ago. With the faction led by Bai Fanghua, the Great Master of the Sect, perhaps they can even trace back to the deposed Emperor Zhu Yunwen!" 　　Fan Liangji rolled his eyes in annoyance and sneered, "So it's just another balancing act, what imperial scheming! Humph, isn't Zhu Di afraid of raising a tiger that will become a threat, letting the Heavenly Mandate Sect bewitch the Crown Prince?" "?" 　　Song Kun chuckled mockingly, "Of course His Majesty would worry, but if I had told , and the Crown Prince had reported it to His Majesty, things would be different!" 　　Fan Liangji asked curiously, "You both serve the Crown Prince, and you're familiar with the Heavenly Mandate Sect, why don't you cooperate instead..." 　　Song Kun snorted coldly and cursed, "Cooperate my ass! Brother Fan, do you know how I discovered the existence of the Heavenly Mandate Sect?" 　　Fan Liangji said, "Isn't it because you're familiar with their methods and skilled in patrolling, that you discovered their relentless pursuit and approach..." "The Crown Prince?" 　　Song Kun sneered, "The Heavenly Mandate Sect excels at concealment. I don't have a demonic seed, how could I possibly detect them? I only discovered the Heavenly Mandate Sect because my daughter, through her blissful meditation, gained the Crown Prince's favor in bed, suppressing the Heavenly Mandate Sect members. This attracted their attention and led to their attempts to harm me. Although I resolved the situation, it revealed my existence to the Heavenly Mandate Sect, which resulted in Bai Fanghua, the sect leader, coming to my door, demanding my cooperation and a return to their ranks!" 　　At this point, Song Kun revealed an extremely mocking expression, coldly saying, "Bai Fanghua, the sect leader, possesses extraordinary martial arts skills..."

They didn't take this old man, who was nearing his end, seriously. Their personal intervention was nothing more than a display of extreme pleasure and Zen. After

I refused, they even tried to kill me to silence me—how arrogant! Unfortunately, I, Song Kun, was just a lowly constable back

then. Although I was no longer able to control the Bewitching Puppet Gu, I could still use the Golden Silkworm Gu King, one of the two great Gu creatures. The Golden Silkworm Gu

King is the supreme poison of the world, unparalleled in its toxicity. Once activated, those afflicted will suffer a fate worse than death! Heh heh, that day , although

Leader Bai struck me so hard I vomited blood, she herself was in so much pain she lost control of her bladder. The dignified leader ended up kneeling and

begging for mercy , climbing naked onto my bed, even having her anus fucked by me! Heh heh, poor Leader Bai, despite

being in the lewd Heavenly Mandate Sect, remained untainted by its filth, still a virgin! "
Upon hearing that even after the Heavenly Mandate Sect suffered a crushing defeat and repeatedly escaped from their encirclement and traps, Bai Fanghua had

fallen into Song Kun's hands, Fan Liangji couldn't help but imagine the arrogant Bai Fanghua's pathetic state

after failing to harm Song Kun and being forced to urinate and defecate, and how she would resist and be seductive as Song Kun wantonly violated her genitals and

anus . His heart burned with excitement, both astonished by the power of the Golden Silkworm Gu King and greatly envious of Song Kun's good fortune.

Fan Liangji said longingly, 'Bai Fanghua's martial arts are no less than Shan Ruyu's, and she's always been cunning and unpredictable.

She probably never dreamed that one day she would fall into your hands, brother? The Heavenly Mandate Sect is always skilled in seductive arts, manipulating emotions

, brother...'" "What
a blessing!" Song Kun said lightly, "There's nothing to envy. The Heavenly Mandate Sect's seductive arts are excellent, but they can't compare to the

Blissful Zen of Ultimate Bliss. Bi Cui and the others have already learned this art. Brother Fan can try it out later. If you're

interested in Leader Bai, I can arrange it for you in a few days. I guarantee you'll have a great time!"
Fan Liangji's eyebrows danced with delight, "Oh, in that case, thank you in advance, brother!"

Although he hadn't personally tried the Heavenly Mandate Sect's seductive arts, he

knew that The experience must have been extremely wonderful. And Song Kun actually said that the Blissful Zen of Ultimate Bliss was even better. What

a wonderful experience that must be! Looking at Han Bi Cui, whose cheeks were flushed and whose eyes were like silk, curled up in his arms like a lazy cat

, he wondered how pleasurable it would be to insert his penis into her body later.
Fan Liangji felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. His hand, which had been caressing Han Bicui's plump buttocks, involuntarily traced a path down her crotch. Although

Bicui's crotch was still fastened with cloth buttons, it was easy to slip his fingers inside. His fingertips touched

the fleshy crevice, rubbing against the slightly parted labia, which were moist and incredibly tender.
"Mmm!" Han Bicui let out a charming moan from her delicate nose. Her face flushed,

she glanced , then leaned close to his ear and bit his earlobe, saying in a seductive voice, "Brother Fan, you're so naughty! You actually touched

me there! Ah, how could you fasten it in... mmm... hmph! Brother is a big bad guy too. Today, Bicui

will rid all the women of the world of evil by eating your cock!" As she spoke, her small hand, which had been resting on Fan Liangji's

crotch , hooked her fingers and unfastened his belt.
"Wow, it's so big...!" Han Bicui pulled down Fan Liangji's pants, her eyes lighting up as she saw the thick,

veiny out

. Her alluring little tongue couldn't help but lick her thin lips, looking like she was starving. She slid down and landed between Fan Liangji's legs, squatting on the ground.

She pinched , while the other hand gently and tremblingly grasped the hot, purplish-black

penis. She breathed a fragrant breath on it, gave Fan Liangji a coquettish and shy eye roll with her hazy eyes, opened

her mouth , lowered her head, and took the purplish-red glans into her mouth, sucking and licking it. "Oh!" Although he was prepared, Fan Liangji still shuddered
when Han Bicui sucked his penis hard in her mouth. He almost lost his soul. His penis was held in her warm, wet mouth, her soft red lips rubbing against his shaft, her fragrant tongue constantly swirling around his penis, her tongue tip licking the glans as it went in and out, and the intense moans coming from her roars made Fan Liangji feel numb all over. 　　Fan Liangji lay limply on the couch, gazing at Han Bicui's alluring and beautiful face, watching his engorged penis thrust in and out of her scarlet lips. Each time, Han Bicui would suck most of his penis in, reaching deep into her throat. The warm, pleasurable sensation was so wonderful that he didn't want to move a finger. He squinted, enjoying the moment. Fan Liangji didn't mind that there were other people around. He had seen plenty of group sex and lewd acts, even if he hadn't actually done it himself. Even Han Bai often deliberately made intimate and outrageous gestures with Yue'er and Shuang'er in front of him to disgust this old man. So, he wasn't feeling restricted at all; on the contrary, he felt a strange excitement ... 　　Song Kun, observing Fan Liangji's lustful and divinely inspired behavior, chuckled, "Bicui's oral skills are quite remarkable. Brother Fan, be careful not to have your soul sucked away, hehe... cough cough..." 　　It seems that if things continue like this, there really won't be many days left! Fan Liangji looked at Song Kun and thought to himself. He noticed that although Song Kun had staggered as he emerged from the inner hall, his once radiant face had lost much of its glow. He must have been radiant after a deep meditation on the Zen of Bliss with some beautiful woman, but now he was being brought back to his original state. 　　Fan Liangji and Song Kun had no real relationship, and Song Kun's life or death was none of his concern. However, if Song Kun died, he could forget about Yue'er and Shuang'er. Therefore, Song Kun's life or death directly affected his future sexual happiness, so Fan Liangji was naturally very concerned. He hurriedly asked, "Brother Song, are you alright? Why don't you go back and rest, and we can discuss this later?" 　　Song Kun shook his head and smiled bitterly, "No need. I am already terminally ill, but I am not in a hurry. After we have settled things, it won't be too late to study the joyful Zen and the path of ultimate bliss! Ah, I wonder if Brother Fan would be interested in going to the inner hall with me to discuss this later?" 　　Fan Liangji's eyes lit up and he said, "Hehe, that would be great! This old thief would be too impolite to refuse. Thank you for your kindness, Brother !" 　　The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling as if they had met too late and were kindred spirits. 　　Fan Liangji continued, "Since we're getting down to business, this old thief has another question! Since Brother Song has already subdued that vixen Bai Fanghua, why did you report the Heavenly Mandate Sect's affairs? Wouldn't it have been better to bring them under your control?" 　　Song Kun replied self-deprecatingly, "Brother Fan, that's a good question! It's just that I'm incompetent; I can only control that slut . Although the Golden Silkworm Gu King is powerful, and Bai Fanghua doesn't dare to resist now, it doesn't mean she's willing to submit."

"And it's not without a chance!"
"The Demon Seed?" Fan Liangji understood immediately.
Song Kun nodded and said, "That's right, it's the Demon Seed! Although the Golden Silkworm Gu King is the most powerful Gu

in the world, the supreme of all poisons, and there is no cure for it, it is still an evil thing. The Demon Seed, on the other hand, is the most powerful of the Yin. If we want to get rid of the Golden Silkworm Gu King,

Bai Fanghua is also determined to get the Demon Seed. That's why she let me manipulate her before she could take the Demon Seed. But Bai Fanghua's

method of taking the Demon Seed is to use a secret technique through intercourse. When she successfully snatches the Demon Seed from Han Bai,

I , also want to have intercourse with her. When I am fully focused on receiving the Demon Seed and unable to activate the Golden Silkworm,

that will be that slut's only chance to fight back." "Although Bai Fanghua was also suppressing the demonic seed at that time, and wouldn't have

the ability to kill me with a single blow, she was the leader of a sect and had many experts under her command. I, on the other hand, am weak and alone, and

there is not a single one of those who have been afflicted by the Bewitching Puppet Gu that I can use!" He glared fiercely at Han Bicui's

white buttocks, who was squatting between Fan Liangji's legs. Among those afflicted by the Bewitching Puppet Gu, Han Bicui had the highest martial arts skills. Although she was

the leader of a gang, her martial arts skills were at most second-rate in the martial arts world. Not to mention the senior experts of the Heavenly Mandate Sect, even if

she faced several of the Heavenly Mandate Sect's seductive male protectors at once, she would probably find it difficult to win quickly.
Fan Liangji suddenly realized, and said, "So that's how it is. Brother, you want me to protect you that day?"
Song Kun nodded and said, "That's right!"
Fan Liangji pondered for a moment and sighed, "Brother Song, you really think too highly of me!

Putting aside everything else, as long as Bai Fanghua can get that evil Buddha involved, I, the old thief, will only be able to save my life. If you add others, I'm afraid...

"
Song Kun laughed and said, "Brother Fan, you underestimate yourself. In my opinion, you and that evil Buddha each have your own strengths.

It's hard to say who is better than whom. At least in terms of internal strength, you are not inferior to others. As for lightness skill, Zhong Zhongyou would only be able to eat dust

!"
"That's true!" Fan Liangji was a master thief, and his lightness skill was the foundation of his reputation. After

Li Chimei of yesteryear, no one in the world could rival him in lightness skill. As for internal energy, his sixty years of innate true qi were by no means

weaker than those of grandmasters. Hearing Song Kun's words, Fan Liangji nodded, but immediately added, "However, even if

Zhong Zhongyou were willing to fight the old thief with his internal strength, or follow me around in the dust, the others wouldn't just stand there like idiots.

Wouldn't that be pointless?"
Song Kun said, "Then let's see what Fan..." "Brother, are you truly willing to help me? If you are, I am willing to

offer you the *Path of Blissful Joy*, the *Great Method of Begging for Alms*, and the *Four Vedas*! Back then,

even with my meager strength and exhausted body, I was able to kill five top-tier masters in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea using the Four Vedas. With your internal energy cultivation

and agility, let alone one Zhong Zhongyou, even three or ten would be nothing to fear! So, Brother Fan, would you be willing to

become my ally and share this glory?"
Fan Liangji fell silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. The power of the so-called Four Vedas was probably fake, but

considering that Song Kun's near-death state was largely due to this technique, Fan Liangji hesitated.

Even if the *Path of Blissful Joy* and the *Great Method of Begging for Alms* could heal his body later, it would damage his vital energy and

shorten his lifespan. Fan Liangji was already nearing the end of his life; if he were to lose more, how many years would he have left? But

if he didn't agree, all the pleasures and romances would be out of reach

for Fan Liangji. Not only that, his shameful affair would likely be exposed, and not only would Han Bai not let him off as an adulterer, but Yun Qing, that woman, would probably sever all ties with him

and even betray him. From then on, Fan Liangji would only be a fugitive, never to think about beautiful women again

.
His penis was still being sucked and licked, enjoying the wonderful pleasure. Watching Han Bicui's pink,

fragrant tongue dance across his penis, licking from his testicles to the glans, then sliding back down to his testicles

, before sucking one large testicle into her mouth, he felt a pleasure he could never again experience.

Just like the feeling when he stepped through the door, this was a road of no return!
Fan Liangji chuckled and said, "Now I just want to know, brother, what are your other two reasons? Why are you praising me so

highly ?" If it were just this one reason, it still wouldn't be enough to justify praising him, Fan Liangji, because he

had no choice from the beginning.
Song Kun knew that Fan Liangji had agreed, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was almost certain of success, if

Fan hadn't cooperated, Song Kun would probably have faced certain death.
Feeling lighter, Song Kun's smile broadened, and he said, "As for the second reason, I just

think forcing you to be superior and making you feel uncomfortable, and eventually causing you to turn against me, it's better to share

the good fortune. Even if we're in cahoots, it's better than having superiors who have their own preferences, and subordinates who will go even further!"
A drinking buddy is better than a servant who's always trying to take your place? That certainly makes some sense! Fan Liangji nodded.
Song Kun continued, "As for the third thing, I need your help to fulfill a wish."
Fan Liangji was somewhat taken aback. What wish could only be fulfilled by him? He asked, "What is your wish, brother?"
Song Kun said with longing, "My wish is this! Heh, I was fortunate enough to have seen the

Fairy once!"
"Mengyao?!" Fan Liangji's heart skipped a beat, and the image of that exquisitely beautiful,

fairy-like figure appeared in his mind.
A burning light flashed in Song Kun's eyes. He licked his lips and said, "That's right, it's that Fairy Mengyao, a

beauty like a fairy! I've had this wish ever since I saw Fairy Mengyao, and ever since I

tasted the flavor of that moonlit night in the void, and the frost hidden in the golden house, I've wanted to know even more what kind of

beauty that fairy's big white buttocks must be, how comfortable it must feel to fuck that fleshy cunt, and how tight that asshole must be! Cough cough..." Overcome with

emotion , Song Kun coughed again, but the light in his eyes shone even brighter, as if... The fairy-like beauty

was right before his eyes, making Song Kun lose his composure. He exclaimed passionately, "I'm even more curious about how alluring she would look

if wore the clothes I prepared for Bi Cui and the others. And if she wore those open-crotch

pants to roam the martial world, that would be... absolutely spectacular! Brother Fan, you must help me fulfill this wish.

Then you two old brothers can even launch a pincer attack on the fairy, haha!"
This wasn't just Song Kun's wish; it was probably the wish of every man in the martial world who had seen Qin Mengyao. Thinking of

Qin Mengyao, Fan Liangji's heart also burned with desire. Back when they first met, because they didn't understand the wonders of love between men and women...

So he didn't think much of it, but after experiencing the pleasures of intimacy with Yun Qing,

a strange feeling arose in his heart. That's why he begged and pleaded with Han Bai to give the fairy a sweet kiss.

Fan Liangji still remembers the soft, full lips of that fairy's kiss, but unfortunately, he never tasted them;

it just a light kiss. Soon after, the fairy disappeared from the martial world, and he never saw her again.
Thinking of the fairy's disappearance, Fan Liangji felt a pang of pain in his heart, snapping him out of his reverie.

The boiling passion that Song Kun had stirred within him vanished instantly, and even his steel-hard

penis softened considerably.
Fan Liangji looked dejected, not quite as if he had lost his parents, but as if he had lost his beloved wife and concubine. He lamented, "

Brother Song, I'm afraid your wish will never be fulfilled!"
Song Kun was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Oh, what do you mean?"
Fan Liangji sighed, "Ever since we saved Zhu Di and left the capital, Mengyao has returned to Cihang Jingzhai

and begun studying the highest level of the Jingzhai Sword Manual, that damned death trial, in order to seek the Dao! How can we

possibly fulfill our wish?"
Song Kun smiled upon hearing this and said, "What Brother Fan said..." " I've already heard Ye Yue mention it! But as far as

I know, after Fairy Mengyao comprehended the Death Gate, that brat Han Bai went to visit her at Jingzhai, and the fairy regained her senses and woke up

. Is that true?"
Fan Liangji nodded and said, "That's indeed true..."
Song Kun laughed and said, "Then that's settled. This proves that Fairy Mengyao isn't dead. There's always

a way to wake her up! Even if she doesn't wake up, as long as her body is still there, we

can still take off her clothes, see the fairy's naked bottom, and have our way with her. We can just pretend she's asleep!"
"That makes sense!" Fan Liangji suddenly realized, and his heart immediately felt much better. He said with a beaming smile, "

In that case, this old thief will follow Brother Song's arrangements!"
Song Kun laughed and said, "Good, Brother Fan, we really are birds of a feather!"
Song Kun and Fan Liangji looked at each other and laughed heartily at the same time.
"Cough cough..." After the laughter subsided, Song Kun coughed again, panting, and said, "I can't take it anymore,

Brother Fan. My body can't hold on any longer. I need to go and study the Blissful Zen. Why don't you come in with

me? Bicui and the others have prepared some erotic entertainment. How about we enjoy it together?"
Erotic entertainment? Fan Liangji, whose penis had been sucked by Han Bicui and was already eager to have a good time, was even more

excited and shouted "Great!"
"Hmph!" Seeing Song Kun and Fan Liangji becoming increasingly congenial, their faces beaming with excitement, Han Bicui, who had been diligently serving Fan Liangji while her head was buried between

his legs, finally released his penis. She snorted coldly and said angrily, "I

won't stand for it! My brother and husband are so heartless! They forget about Mengyao as soon as they talk about her!"
Han Bicui stood up, looking indignant and pretty. She puffed out her cheeks, reached out and unbuttoned

the cloth on her crotch, revealing her dark, smooth pubic hair. She spread her long legs, sticked out her lower abdomen, and said coquettishly, "Is

Mengyao 's cunt necessarily more comfortable to fuck than Bicui's?!"
Fan Liangji stared dumbfounded at Han Bicui's protruding, snow-white lower abdomen, who had fallen into a vat of jealousy. He reached out and gently stroked

the soft pubic hair, looking at the fleshy slit with only two small labia turned outwards. He almost drooled.
Seeing Fan Liangji staring blankly at her vulva, Han Bicui wasn't ashamed but rather delighted. She pressed her jade-like fingers against the sides of her vulva,

gently parting it, and asked in a seductive voice, "Brother Fan, is Bicui's vulva beautiful? Do you like it?"
As the jade gate opened, seeing the pink, tender flesh inside, the small, moist opening, Fan Liangji's saliva finally

dripped from the corner of his mouth. He exclaimed repeatedly, "Good, beautiful, beautiful, so gorgeous! I love it, brother, I'm

so infatuated with it!!"
Han Bicui looked at Fan Liangji's eyes almost... With a glare, she giggled, hopped to Fan Liangji's side,

grabbed his arm, and said softly, "Brother Fan, you're so good at making me happy! But words are meaningless. You'd

better cherish me more in the future, or I'll kill myself!" She had the melancholy look of a lonely little woman.

If it weren't for her playful hands still fiddling with Fan Liangji's penis, kneading his testicles, and stroking his shaft, she

would probably have immediately deceived Fan Liangji and made countless promises.
Song Kun laughed heartily, "Brother Fan, what Bicui calls 'cherishing' is just to let you get intimate with him more often. And

compared to her vagina, what Bicui likes most is having her anus penetrated!" He then smiled at Han Bicui, "Bicui, if you

want Brother Fan to pamper you, why wait until later? There will be plenty of opportunities soon!"
Han Bicui blushed and glared at Song Kun coquettishly, angrily saying, "Husband, you're so naughty! How can you talk about Bicui like that in front of

Brother ? Bicui is happy as long as someone pampers her, how dare she ask for anything more?"

She glanced shyly at Fan Liangji, saying, "I'm just afraid that Brother Fan will be so captivated by the sisters that he won't pay attention to Bicui

!"
Han Bicui's flirtatious and explicit words were like those of a woman in a brothel, which greatly stimulated Fan Liangji.
With a heartless grin, he reached down to Han Bicui's crotch, lewdly chuckling, "Good Bicui, how could your brother bear to part with you!

Okay, brother promises you, I'll be the first to taste Bicui's wonders later, how about that?
" "Brother Fan, you're so naughty, you're so pleasing to Bicui!" Han Bicui, overjoyed, offered her fragrant lips, kissing

Fan Liangji 's smoky mouth. While wrapping her arms around Fan Liangji's neck, she stood on tiptoe, slightly parting her jade-like legs.

Her jade-like hand grasped the erect, hard penis, sliding it a couple of times between her legs, until it pressed against the moist, tender

opening .
Her seductive eyes gazed at Fan Liangji, flashing alluring waves. "Since Brother Fan loves Bicui so much, then… then Bicui will…

let brother insert it first… but only, only once! Mmm!"
With a seductive moan that sent shivers down one's spine, Han Bicui actually inserted Fan Liangji's penis into her lower body.
"Oh!" The enormous glans squeezed into the narrow, fleshy opening, immediately enveloped by the warm, moist flesh. A wonderful sensation

quickly spread throughout his body. Fan

Liangji shuddered, unable to resist, and thrust forward, plunging his foot-long penis all the way into Han Bicui's opening.
"Ah!" The thick, firm penis seemed to hit her throat. Han Bicui groaned, her delicate body trembling.

Goosebumps rose on her smooth, jade-like skin. Her throat itched, but she couldn't speak, only letting out a few soft

moans through her nose. Two tears welled in the corners of Han Bicui's eyes, but it was unclear whether they were tears of pleasure or not.

Joy, or perhaps sorrow welling up from the depths of her heart, she wrapped her arms around Fan Liangji's neck, and with a light leap, her two plump

thighs wrapped around Fan Liangji
's waist, her large, white buttocks trembling like a sieve. As soon as he inserted his penis into Han Bicui's wet, tender flesh, the moist opening writhed like a small mouth,

tightly enveloping Fan Liangji's penis, which wasn't as tight as it had been with Xu Yeyue this morning. With each slow

thrust , the strange suction within the opening made Fan Liangji feel as if a small mouth was constantly sucking at

the tip of his glans, almost causing him to ejaculate several times. "My god, this must be the so-called Blissful Zen

, it's really amazing!" Fan Liangji thought to himself, secretly praising Han Bicui. He cupped Han Bicui's smooth buttocks in his hands and rubbed them,

teasing her with words that didn't reflect his true feelings. "Bicui, didn't you say you'd only let me insert it once?"
Han Bicui's face flushed, she bit her lip lightly, and whispered in Fan Liangji's ear, "As long as I don't pull it out,

it'll only be once, right?"
"Is that so? Is that so!" Faced with such a seductive Han Bicui, the heroine Han, Fan Liangji felt like his heart was being gnawed by ants.

He couldn't resist, and holding Han Bicui's plump white buttocks, he began to thrust unrestrainedly in the middle of the room.
"Haha, Bicui and Brother Fan couldn't resist! Brother Fan, how about we go inside and talk in detail? I

have as guests, all of whom are old friends of yours. They would love to catch up with you!" Watching

Fan Liangji commit adultery in public, Song Kun's face showed a smile. Han Bicui's seductive flirtation was at his behest,

and Fan Liangji's shamelessness was exactly what he wanted to see. The more Fan Liangji indulged in women, the more he would become inseparable from him, who possessed

so many beauties, and the more desperately he would help him fulfill his desires. "Old friends, catching up?" Fan Liangji's

eyes lit up . He swallowed hard, his index finger twitching. "Haha, good! Old Fan has missed these old friends very much.

These past two years, that brat Han Bai has been ruining my reputation behind my back, making many old friends stop confiding in me.

To be honest, I'm quite heartbroken. Today, I'll borrow your place to have a chat with them!"
Song Kun laughed. "Haha, brother, what a great chat! As long as they understand my strengths, I believe

they'll often come to me to confide in me in the future!"
"Haha, in that case, please lead the way, Brother Song!" Fan Liangji, supporting Han Bicui's waist and hips with one hand,

threw his pants aside and continued thrusting his penis into her vagina while taking

a step .
"Brother, you're too kind, please!"
The wolf and the scoundrel exchanged a knowing smile and turned into the inner room, addressing each other as brothers.
The hall was empty, only the incense smoke curling

from the burner. Words had been spoken without a trace, and no one knew of the lewd transaction that had just taken place. From 　　that moment on, the world lost the great hero Fan Liangji and
gained a lecherous old lecher. 　　The hall echoed with lewd 　　laughter
. What
was morality? No one remembered it anymore!

Chapter Three
********** ... 　　A delicate face, blushing slightly, held a hint of anger. She gritted her teeth, her long, narrow eyes cold and blazing with fury. Her long sword pointed at Han Bicui, and she hissed, "You little slut, do you still not know your lesson?!" 　　Having just received a thunderous blow with her Danqing sword, Han Bicui's expression was equally cold. She too pointed her sword at her opponent, who wore a pale yellow, tight-fitting martial arts uniform, and glared at her 　　through gritted teeth, saying, "I served Brother Fan. What's it to you? Even if Sister Zhaoru is wet down there, there should be a proper order. How can you attack my little sister like that?" Bo Zhaoru retorted angrily, "Order?! Hmph, we sisters clearly agreed that when Brother Fan arrived, we would each use our own methods , letting him decide whose vagina and anus to use first. But this little slut is clinging to Brother Fan, stealing his food! And yet..." " What kind of ?! Get out of the way, or don't blame me for showing no mercy with my sword of wisdom!" 　　Han Bicui laughed angrily, brandishing her Danqing sword and sneering, "What a joke! Why should I give way? Sister, your sword of wisdom is sharp, yet you think my Danqing sword is inferior?" 　　Bo Zhaoru's beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, and she thrust her sword forward, cursing, "You ungrateful wretch! You're weak from being stabbed yet you still dare to fight me? I'll tear your cunt apart and see how you fight me!" With a flick of her wrist, the sword of wisdom in her hand flashed with light and stars, thrusting, parrying, slashing, and swinging, each move aimed at Han Bicui's naked lower body. She was determined to do what she said , her movements ruthless and swift, the tip of the sword whistling through the air, clearly showing her focus on true strength. If any of her swords grazed her, Han Bicui's lower body would be a bloody mess. 　　Han Bicui seemed caught off guard by Bo Zhaoru's sudden and ruthless attack. She tried to parry with her sword, but it was too late . Her attempts to dodge the sword's light were thwarted by obstacles on either side, leaving her no choice but to retreat hastily. 　　Bo Zhaoru coldly snorted, his wrist flicking, changing the thrust into a slash. Like a leech, his sword relentlessly pursued Han Bicui's parted labia, still glistening with dew. 　　Bo Zhaoru's ruthlessness was astounding. Han Bicui cried out in alarm, her soul nearly leaving her body. She hastily leaped, abandoning all decorum, and performed a split in mid-air, her legs wide open, narrowly avoiding a fatal laceration. However, the sword's light grazed her groin, severing several hairs that drifted away. 　　Although she escaped unharmed, Han Bicui was still drenched in cold sweat and filled with rage. Gritting her teeth, her beautiful eyes flashed with murderous intent as she coldly sneered, "You defeated opponent, you courted death! Don't think you can escape as easily as last time! Die!" Her Danqing sword flashed like lightning, each strike aimed at Bo Zhaoru's vital points in the chest and abdomen. 　　The term "defeated opponent" enraged Bo Zhaoru, adding a touch of viciousness to her attack. She cursed, "You little bitch, don't be so smug after your lucky win last time! This time, I'll get my revenge with interest!" With a flick of her wrist, several more points of cold light flashed. 　　"Dream on!" Han Bicui retorted without backing down, her longsword drawing three silver arcs, using offense as defense. 　　"Clang! Clang!" Several crisp sounds rang out as the silver arcs and cold light sparked. 　　The two beautiful female swordsmen danced with dazzling swordplay, their bodies tightly bound in white and yellow bodysuits.

The alluring movements of the voluptuous bodies wrapped in cloth, the seductive allure of their exposed white

buttocks as they swayed and chased each other, left Fan Liangji, naked and leaning against the bed

, speechless and parched. Looking at Song Kun, who was surrounded by three snow-white bodies, he asked in surprise, "Brother Song, what is this

…?" The two women exchanged blows, glaring at each other like mortal enemies, their

expressions Fan Liangji was terrified, yet the glimpses of their cleavage swaying in their pants captivated him, leaving him momentarily

at a loss.
Stripped of his clothes, Song Kun lay back on the side of the bed. To his left was a voluptuous young woman, draped

in a thin red silk veil that barely covered her, kneeling on the bed. Her snow-white buttocks were raised high, her buttocks spread wide,

offering her dark brown anus and wet vulva to Song Kun's hands, allowing his thumb and forefinger to simultaneously probe and

pluck at her two alluring orifices. Chu Hongyu, the former wife of a gang leader, now the beloved concubine of Qi Changzheng, a

third-rank , was a woman of high status who, like a female beast in heat, roared with "Mmm,

mmm, oh, ah..." her eyes filled with nothing but insatiable lust.
"Mmm... Husband, I want... mmm... dig deeper... so comfortable... deeper... mmm...

"
The seductive moans of his son's killer's concubine filled his ears. His fingers were gripped by two warm, inviting orifices, each offering its own unique pleasure. Song

Kun was delighted, but not satisfied. His right hand greedily plucked at another white, fleshy body. Han Huizhi,

the beautiful woman who had been betrothed to Song Kun's son, Song Yu, and whose virginity had been stolen by Song Yu,

knelt naked on the couch. Under Song Kun's teasing, her fair skin flushed a bewitching peach-red. Her jade-like face, rosy with rosy hues, was turned

to one side, her eyes half-open and misty, filled with a layer of moisture, bewildered and complex. Her jade hand lightly covered her mouth

, murmuring indistinctly, "Father... Father... ah... mmm... Father... no... no...

ah..."
Song Kun, enjoying the pleasure of the moment, still held a naked body in his arms. Hongxiu, a former

top courtesan in Changsha's brothels, had her two fair and plump thighs draped around Song Kun's neck. She

offered Song Kun's mouth while simultaneously burying her head between his legs, sucking and swallowing his erect, red penis.
Although Song Kun was now as thin as a rake, his penis was unusually large and robust, its red shaft even longer and thicker than

Fan Liangji's long weapon. Yet, Hongxiu still swallowed the entire shaft whole each time

. Even with her throat blocked by his penis, unable to whimper, her throat throbbing and tears welling in her eyes, she still wore a

wanton expression, as if she wished Song Kun's penis were thrust into her belly.
Surrounded by three beauties, Song Kun comfortably squinted his eyes, playing with the exquisite parts of Han Chu and the other two women. He lowered his head to lick the

tender pink flesh of Hongxiu, which was surging with spring tide, enjoying the great pleasure. He didn't even have time to appreciate the fragrant and beautiful scenery of Han Bicui and Bo Zhaoru. He only raised his head and glanced at Fan Liangji

when he heard him call him. He winked and said with a smile, "Hehe, Brother Fan, didn't I just say

that the beauties have practiced some fragrant and beautiful tricks? Brother, don't worry, the two beautiful heroines are very sensual.

Brother please enjoy watching this heroine who is famous throughout the martial arts world fight with her bare buttocks! Hehe..."
Song Kun chuckled lewdly, hugged Han Chu and the other two women and lay down on the couch. Hongyu, on the other hand, supported her fleshy rod covered with fragrant saliva and

sat down with her back to Song Kun.
So this was a trick after all. Fan Liangji ignored Song Kun, who was now engaged in passionate lovemaking, and turned his attention back to

Han Bicui and Bo Zhaoru. His worries vanished, and he saw the beauty in them. The two big, white buttocks bounced up and down,

creating a beautiful and irresistible allure. The full, firm breasts under their tight-fitting martial arts uniforms bounced and swayed,

captivating the soul. What was even more irresistible was that during Han Bicui and Bo Zhaoru's fight, their lower orifices continued to spray with

lustful fluids, dripping onto the carpet at their feet. This made Fan Liangji's mouth dry, and his thick, dark penis throbbed

with rage , already showing a ferocious look as if it wanted to devour someone.
Fan Liangji, burning with lust, was about to lose control. He rushed into the arena, pushed down the two women, and began to feast.

A delicate pink hand reached out from the side, grabbed Fan Liangji's erect penis,

and began to stroke it. Then, a naked, alluring body pressed itself into Fan Liangji's arms.
"Brother Fan, why haven't you come to visit for so long? Do you know how much Mei'er misses you every night

?"
Song Mei, a lady from an official family, always presented herself as a dignified noblewoman

in public, but true to her name, she exuded a seductive charm. Her alluring eyes seemed to be constantly tempting men.

In the past two years, Fan Liangji had even hesitated several times about sneaking into her boudoir and seducing her, but

ultimately gave up due to his lustful fears. Hearing Song Mei's heartfelt lament, Fan Liangji's heart trembled. Although

he couldn't act on his true feelings under the influence of the Bewitching Puppet Gu, he couldn't help but sigh with regret.
At this moment, Song Mei threw herself into his arms. Looking at her eyes, blazing with passion, Fan Liangji couldn't resist. He immediately

pulled her soft, exquisite flesh into his embrace, biting and rubbing her plump buttocks and fragrant breasts. His large mouth, baring

his yellow teeth, bit down on Song Mei's nipple, thoroughly licking and sucking the rosy nipples.

He chuckled lewdly, "Is that so? Why does Mei'er always act so aloof and cold when she sees her elder brother? It

chills me to the bone. Are you just saying nice things to flatter your elder brother Fan?"
Song Mei gave a soft snort, saying aggrievedly, "Elder brother, you've wronged Mei'er! I'm clearly longing for you so much!

But we sisters are always together, and Han Bai came to tell that short-lived lecher Qi Changzheng that you're blinded by lust and have ulterior motives

, unlike before. He warned that short-lived lecher to be careful, so that scoundrel Qi Changzheng warned us sisters not to be with

you."

" Alone, and without any contact, under the watchful eyes of the day, how could Mei'er dare to reveal anything? Being punished is a small
matter, but I fear it would damage your reputation, brother. Then Mei'er would be guilty beyond redemption!" Fan Liangji, hearing that Han Bai, that damned brat, was spreading rumors and slandering his reputation again, cursed

inwardly anger and resentment growing stronger. Hearing Song Mei's kind words, even though they were

spoken in a moment of distraction, his heart stirred with joy and tenderness. He gently stroked Song Mei's breasts and said softly, "Brother,

you didn't know Mei'er was so thoughtful. You've misunderstood me. From now on, brother..."
Song Mei turned her head, feigning reluctance, and whispered, "If brother truly cares for Mei'er, then come

and visit me often! Your lightness skill is unparalleled; even Qi Changzheng in the mansion would find it difficult to detect you. Day and night,

Mei'er only hopes for your visit to steal my affections!"
Fan Liangji chuckled, "Mei'er, what a clever trick you have! Stealing is my specialty!"

He pulled Song Mei into his arms, showering her with affection, while his thieving eyes drifted towards Han Bicui and Bo Zhaoru, who were still locked in a fierce battle . Song Mei's beautiful eyes were fixed on Fan Liangji's withered, thin face

.
She glanced at the two women fighting fiercely and whispered

, "Brother, do you like this kind of thing?"
Fan Liangji, still holding Song Mei in his arms, looked ahead. Hearing Song Mei's words, his old face flushed slightly, and he nodded, "Yes

, this... has a unique charm!"
Song Mei smiled sweetly and said, "Brother, you really like it! Then Mei'er has also learned a skill,

calligraphy. Shall I perform it for you later?"
"Calligraphy?" Song Mei came from an official family, a scholarly family, so knowing calligraphy was not uncommon. But this was

a sensual act; what kind of strange and beautiful calligraphy was this? Fan Liangji couldn't help but ask curiously, "Mei'er's calligraphy is

no less impressive than Bi Cui Zhao Ru Bi Jian Gou Hun, but I wonder how she writes it?"
Song Mei let out a soft "squeak," and shyly buried her head in Fan Liangji's arms. She secretly glanced up and

saw Fan Liangji's lewd and expectant expression. She blushed even more, but couldn't resist her shy thoughts. She leaned close to

Fan Liangji's ear and whispered, "Mei'er uses... to clamp..."
"Use that...?" Fan Liangji's gaze followed Song Mei's snow-white breasts downwards, and he saw a thick patch of downy hair at the end of her

fair abdomen. To his liking, Song Mei's jade fingers had already pinched her delicate

labia apart, revealing the soft, red flesh inside, and the wet, dewy vulva.
Song Mei lowered her head in shame and pleaded softly, "Brother Fan, Sisters Bicui and Zhaoru are still

locked in a stalemate. Could you please show some tenderness to Mei'er first?"
Fan Liangji was still burning with pent-up anger after his previous encounter with Han Bicui ended abruptly. Now, with Song Mei's seductive advances and provocations, he was consumed by

lust .

He couldn't resist Song Mei's open desire for pleasure. He straddled her ample thighs and lewdly said, "Since you've

shown me Mei'er's cunt, I'll naturally do my best!"
Fan Liangji's hot penis rubbed against her thighs, and Song Mei's body trembled. She reached out and wrapped one arm around Fan Liangji's neck,

grabbing his penis with the other and pressing the purplish-black glans against the entrance of her throbbing, wet vagina. "Good

brother , you're so good! Cherish Mei'er!"
With the arrow already on the bowstring, Fan Liangji had no reason not to release it. He thrust forward with a powerful stroke, plunging his penis into

the lubricated, moist flesh of her vagina. His penis was enveloped by layers of warm, tender flesh, a truly incomparably pleasurable sensation.
As his penis entered her, the thick glans immediately

pierced her heart. Song Mei couldn't help but cry out, her beautiful eyes rolling back, her delicate tongue involuntarily protruding. "

Brother!" Song Mei whimpered, embracing Fan Liangji, offering her red lips and fragrant tongue to his mouth. Her plump,

white buttocks rose and fell rapidly, swaying wildly, emitting a mixture of pain and pleasure, a seductive

moan of ecstasy.
"Mmm, mmm, ah... ah... oh... hmph..."
"Squeak... slap slap..." The flesh collided violently as Fan Liangji's thick, black penis

thrust in and out of Song Mei's vagina, causing her to gush with lustful fluids, making the beautiful woman's soul fly away.
"Big brother... Mei'er feels so good, mmm... fuck Mei'er's cunt well, Mei'er has finally given herself to you, ooh

..."
Fan Liangji held Song Mei's white buttocks, fucking her with great pleasure, but he still couldn't help but squint at Han Bicui and Bo

Zhao as they fought fiercely, their swords flashing, a fierce battle raging. The plump buttocks and vagina were still dazzlingly swaying, dripping with lust.
Originally, Han Bicui's martial arts skills were superior to Bo Zhaoru's, but the fact that Fan Liangji's large penis

had comfortably penetrated her vagina earlier had exhausted her strength. Not only that, but her lower body was also numb and tingling from the penetration,

leaving her soft and weak. The lust aroused by their lovemaking was also much stronger than

Bo Zhaoru's, and her vagina was so wet and itchy that it was unbearable. Therefore, after a hundred moves, Han Bicui was actually on the defensive against Bo Zhaoru.

She disheveled state, and her defeat was already evident.
Bo Zhaoru, confident of victory, relentlessly slashed and thrust with her sword, forcing Han Bicui into a desperate struggle. Han Bicui, writhing

and kicking was drenched in sweat. Bo Zhaoru, her heart pounding, giggled, "Little sister

, why don't you just give up your sword and surrender? Behave yourself and let your older sister give you a good spanking. Do you really want me to tear your cunt apart?"
"Shut up!" Driven to the brink of despair by her defeated opponent and then mocked, Han Bicui was enraged.

She lunged forward, aiming a kick at Bo Zhaoru's ample chest.
Although Han Bicui had exerted all her strength in her rage, she was exhausted and at her limit. Bo Zhaoru easily dodged the kick with

a casual twist of her waist. "Hehe, little sister, you're finished!" Bo Zhaoru dodged Han

Bicui's weak kick, flashed behind her, and delivered a

powerful kick to Han Bicui's exposed, bare buttocks, wide open from her earlier attack.
The fleshy buttocks throbbed with pain, and Han Bicui cried out "Ah!" She staggered forward several steps, nearly

falling to the ground. Trying to regain her balance, she was about to twist and regroup when Bo Zhaoru pressed close,

her jade-like foot hooking Han Bicui's calf.
"Lie down!" Bo Zhaoru shouted, sweeping her leg away.
"Ah!" Han Bicui groaned, losing her balance and falling backward, completely disoriented. She looked up

to curse, but saw Bo Zhaoru's hand flash with a cold light, aimed straight at her crotch.
Han Bicui's body was weak and limp; she tried to dodge, but it was too late. She watched

helplessly . Terrified, she screamed "Ah!", her face turning deathly pale, her eyes filled

with panic and despair. In her extreme fear, her lower body trembled, and a stream of yellow fluid spurted out.
Bo Zhaoru held the tip of her sword against Han Bicui's vulva, watching the water

gushing from her opening wash over the blade. She chuckled, "You little slut, you have no manners at all! You dare urinate in public! Tell me, are you convinced

now ?!"
Han Bicui, both ashamed and angry at being beaten to the point of urinating by Bo Zhaoru, blushed crimson, biting her teeth,

glaring at Bo Zhaoru with a wronged and resentful expression, stubbornly remaining silent.
Bo Zhaoru roared, "You little slut, you dare to be so defiant?! I'll tear your cunt apart!" With that, she

lowered her wrist, the cold tip of the sword trembling, lightly piercing Han Bicui's tender vulva.
Han Bicui screamed, her face turning ashen, fearing Bo Zhaoru would truly pierce her delicate flesh; her courage vanished.

No longer daring to force herself on, Han Bicui hurriedly begged for mercy, "I surrender, I surrender, sister, spare me, spare me!"
Han Bicui pleaded softly, and Bo Zhaoru, who had just avenged herself, felt smug, but she coldly sneered, "Hehe, this little

slut is quite sensible, knowing when to advance and retreat, but it's too late to beg for mercy now! Stick your filthy ass up

!"
"Sister!" Han Bicui was a little timid and shy.
Bo Zhaoru's eyes turned cold, and she said sternly, "What, dare to disobey? Do you want me to hold your

head and make you drink all the piss you just peed? Stick it up!"
Han Bicui glanced at the large wet patch on the carpet. Although it was too late to undo the damage, she was afraid that Bo Zhaoru would force her to

lick the carpet clean. After weighing the options, she had no choice but to turn over and kneel on the ground, sticking her plump white

buttocks up high.
Seeing Han Bicui submit and stick out her buttocks, Bo Zhaoru giggled, bent down and slapped her snow-white mound

twice. She glanced at Fan Liangji, only to see him staring blankly at

them even as he and Song Mei were passionately kissing. His thick penis was thrusting in faster and faster, and he was about to reach the climax. Bo Zhaoru blushed, gave him a

flirtatious wink, giggled, raised a finger, winked playfully, and shook it at Fan Liangji. Then

she lowered her head, grabbed Han Bicui's pink and plump buttocks, and gently

traced two circles around Han Bicui's evenly wrinkled anus with her finger. Her fingertip pressed against the tense, contracting hole and gently slipped inside.
"Hmm," Han Bicui let out a series of deep, long, seductive moans, which were "intoxicatingly tingling." Bo

Zhaoru's slender, jade-like fingers brushed against the intestinal wall inside her anus, and the strange, tingling sensation made Han Bicui's

heart tremble. Her jade hands lay prostrate on the ground, unsure whether to clench them or open them, feeling anxious. Coupled with

the agonizing shame of her jealous sisters playing with her buttocks, Han Bicui was truly at a loss. Her flushed face

was pressed against the carpet on the ground, and she couldn't lift her head.
Seeing Han Bicui's innocent and alluring moans, Bo Zhaoru snorted coldly and slapped her protruding snow-covered mound

hard. She chuckled slyly, "Heh, I almost forgot, this little slut loves having her backdoor opened.

It's so easy to get in and out, it seems even my huge thing can't make you anal-burst! Hehe, but I'm not here

to make you feel good, you like being penetrated in the ass, right?" With a cold snort, she snatched the scabbard of

the Danqing .
The silver-inlaid tip of the sword scabbard pressed against her tender anus. Han Bicui was terrified and turned around, crying out in panic, "

Sister, what are you doing?"
Bo Zhaoru sneered, "What am I doing? You little slut, have you forgotten how you tormented my

cunt ? This is retribution!"
"No!" Han Bicui was terrified and desperately twisted her waist and shook her buttocks. Although the scabbard of the Danqing sword

was rather delicate, the icy cold feeling made Han Bicui panic and hesitate, refusing to give in. Unfortunately, her body, already limp from

her defeat , and having had her anus played with by Bo Zhaoru for a while, was now limp and powerless.

Therefore, no matter how much Han Bicui struggled, she could not stop Bo Zhaoru from slowly inserting the Danqing sword scabbard.
Han Bicui let out a mournful "Ah!" as if she were dying. The scabbard pierced her anus little by little, draining the last bit of strength from her

body . Her beautiful body collapsed to the ground, unable to move even a finger.
"My butt... my butt is splitting open... ah..." Han Bicui groaned pitifully,

her long eyelashes trembling, her eyes watery and straining to open, pleadingly looking at Fan Liangji, crying out, "

Brother Fan, save me... Bicui's anus is going to split open... save me... ah..."
Han Bicui's pleading, her large white buttocks shoved with a sword sheath, was like a deadly poison, delivering

a fatal blow to Fan Liangji who was already on the verge of exploding. His penis thrust violently into Song Mei's vagina several times, he grabbed Song

Mei's waist, and with a powerful thrust, he inserted his entire penis all the way into Song Mei's vagina, the glans piercing her clitoris, and hot

semen gushed out, shooting into Song Mei's body.
"Ah!" Song Mei screamed, her beautiful eyes rolling back, tightly hugging Fan Liangji's lean body, her delicate body

trembling violently. Having been pierced a thousand times by Fan Liangji with rapid and ruthless force, Song Mei was already in a state of ecstasy

, her flower bud ready to bloom. When the hot semen was sprayed and poured over her, her flower chamber immediately convulsed, spitting out streams of honey.
"Big brother, you shot into Mei'er's belly..."
"Hoo," Fan Liangji sighed with a twisted face, enjoying the pleasure of the ejaculation with a peaceful expression,

savoring the afterglow of the brief orgasm. The lubricating honey inside her vagina moistened his penis, and a slight stream washed over his glans. A

strange, cool sensation, neither gas nor water, seeped into his body from the urethral opening, which invigorated Fan Liangji.

He felt that the essence he had lost after the ejaculation was even stronger than before. Looking at

Han Bicui, who looked like a fallen heroine worse off than a prostitute, pitifully sticking out her white buttocks with the sword sheath stuck in them, and pleading for his help, his penis

throbbed regained its vitality in Song Mei's jade passage.
"Is this the blissful Zen path? One person's palace can benefit two. It's truly wonderful!

No wonder Song Kun can linger on the bed for six hours a day, indulging in all the pleasures." Fan Liangji was filled with admiration. "
Wouldn't I also be able to enjoy the pleasures of the bed in the future?" Recalling the pleasure just now, Fan Liangji felt

a burning desire . Only by having such tenderness and romance day and night could he truly live up to his old bones. He gently

placed Song Mei's body on the bed, and with a "pop," he pulled his thick, hard penis out of her vagina. Watching the turbid stream mixed with

semen flow down from her vagina, which opened and closed like breathing, wetting Song Mei's thighs and buttocks and the brocade mattress on the bed,

Fan Liangji felt an indescribable excitement and pride.
"Big brother, save me..." A heart-wrenching cry rang out. Fan Liangji chuckled, licked his lips, and,

with his erect penis, pounced on the two disheveled heroines.
Seeing Fan Liangji approach, a flicker of panic crossed Bo Zhaoru's eyes. Enraged, she grabbed Han Bicui's hair, glaring and cursing

, "You little slut, you dare disturb Brother Fan! You show no remorse! It seems I must punish you properly!"

She shoved Han Bicui's head against her crotch, spreading her full thighs and thrusting out her lower abdomen.
"Lick me, you little slut!"
Han Bicui whimpered, twisting her head defiantly. Her delicate chin brushed against Bo Zhaoru's

vulva , becoming sticky with her juices, yet she kept her lips tightly shut, stubbornly refusing to submit.
Bo Zhaoru's face turned cold, her voice chilling, "What, you little slut, you dare rebel? Do you want me to..."

"You've even stuck the sword sheath up your asshole?" With that, she reached out and flicked the scabbard of the Danqing sword inserted into Han Bicui's buttocks, making

it sway.
The scabbard's movement elicited a muffled groan of both pleasure and pain from Han Bicui, her buttocks trembling as if she were afraid of Bo Zhaoru

. She opened her scarlet lips, revealing her delicate tongue, which pressed against the moist, tender flesh of Bo Zhaoru's anus,

licking it.
Bo Zhaoru let out a satisfied "Mmm," her eyebrows furrowed, her eyes narrowed, one hand caressing her own

face , the other stroking Han Bicui's pink cheek, moaning softly, "Mmm, mmm... good... just like that, you little slut, you did well, just like that... oh!" A pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, each hand grasping

one of Bo Zhaoru's breasts and kneading them. 　　A hot, sticky root poked into her plump buttocks, slowly sliding up and down along her cleft. Bo Zhaoru's body went limp, and she leaned against the man behind her. She glanced at the old man's face, which was full of malice but also 　　brimming with spring breeze. She was both happy and afraid, and said softly, "Brother Fan, are you here to help this little slut bully Zhaoru?" Bo Zhaoru's figure was not as voluptuous as Han Bicui's, but it was very well-proportioned and shapely. Under her shy expression, this righteous heroine was pitiful and lovable. 　　Fan Liangji kissed Bo Zhaoru's neck, chuckling softly, "They're all my good sisters, all equally plump and fragrant. How could I possibly favor one over the other?" 　　Fan Liangji's lewd teasing made Bo Zhaoru smile radiantly. She smiled and said, "I knew you were the best . This time, let Zhaoru serve you!" With that, she twisted her waist, turned around, and with one hand on her knee, spread her legs, sticking out her round, beautiful buttocks. She giggled, "You little slut, you continue to serve your sister!" She then brought her head close to Fan Liangji's crotch, her alluring eyes filled with desire as she looked at his wet, oily, reddish-brown, thick penis . She softly said, "I'll serve you, brother!" Startled and delighted, she opened her mouth wide, not minding the filthy, sticky fluid on his penis, and swallowed it whole. She sucked and gulped. 　　Serving Bo Zhaoru with her mouth, Han Bicui felt extremely wronged and sobbed, "Big brother, you clearly promised to give Bicui first ... Ugh, gulp..." 　　Bo Zhaoru stuck out her buttocks, spitting out Fan Liangji's penis and stroking it, coldly snorting, "Why do you have so much nonsense, you little slut? Hurry up and lick it properly!" 　　Fan Liangji played with Bo Zhaoru's jade breasts, chuckling lewdly, "Zhaoru, don't be angry! Bicui, don't be anxious brother is impartial. Today, none of you will escape, hehe..." 　　"Big brother," she called out seductively, full of lust. 　　Inside the room, flesh collided, penises thrusting into fleshy holes with "plop plop" sounds, and lustful fluids splashed. The crazy debauchery continued endlessly under the bright daylight. Song Kun and Fan Liangji, two old men with white beards, enjoyed the snow-white and tender bodies of several women to their heart's content, playing with their exquisite parts, their wrinkled faces twisted with pleasure. 　　High walls and grand houses couldn't conceal the sounds of lewdness, the cries of pain, the snarling of laughter, the undulating flesh, 　　the entire room awash in springtime lust. The veneer of morality had been torn away; only beasts in heat remained within. 　　The roars of beasts echoed. 　　The earth teemed with beasts. 　　　　　*** *** *** *** 　　Feng Xinglie gazed at his beloved wife, her face still streaked with tears, sleeping wearily on the bed, his expression complex, a . 　　She was dying. 　　Two months ago, a band of bandits appeared within the borders of Wushuang Kingdom, their rapes and plunder plundering the small and weak kingdom in turmoil. Bushe, therefore, led a thousand elite troops of Wushuang Kingdom to quell the rebellion. A thousand elite archers pursuing hundreds of bandits, led by Bushe, one of the former "Three Heroes of the Ghost King," a veteran of the battlefield—everything seemed destined for victory. But in the end , Bushe was defeated, suffering heavy losses, nearly half of his thousand elite troops perished, and he himself died a gruesome death, riddled with arrows. 　　Why did this happen? Feng Xinglie kept asking himself questions, not because he was puzzled by Bu She's defeat, but because he was blaming himself for becoming so ruthless. 　　Indeed, Bu She's death was not simple; the whole thing was a conspiracy, and he, Feng Xinglie, was the mastermind . 　　He had summoned bandits, secretly provided them with maps of the Wushuang Kingdom, and detailed information about Bu She's every move after his troops went out . It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Bu She died at his hands. 　　So ruthless! That was your father-in-law, your elder! Are you even human? 　　Stroking the elegant and beautiful face of the sleeping Gu Zixian, Feng Xinglie cursed himself inwardly. 　　However, Feng Xinglie didn't regret it, because everything he did was for the Wushuang Kingdom. " 　　Zixian, don't hate me, I am also our future!" 　　Feng Xinglie sighed, rose, and slowly walked out of the palace. 　　Wushuang Kingdom was a small country, sparsely populated with only a little over ten thousand households and a few thousand archers. Its only decent city was Wushuang City, smaller than even a prefecture in the Ming Dynasty. On this western frontier, it was like a lone boat in a raging storm, easily capsized by a single wave. Although its vassalage to the Ming Dynasty prevented immediate collapse, this patron was not to be underestimated. Not only did it have to pay substantial tribute in gold and grain annually, but as a vassal state, Wushuang also had to contribute money and troops whenever the Ming Dynasty waged war against the Oirat Mongols. Furthermore, since Zhu Di ascended the throne, there had been almost constant warfare, gradually depleting Wushuang's resources. At this rate, even without external attacks, Wushuang would collapse. And, most importantly, the Ming Dynasty, its patron, did not take Wushuang seriously . 　　Feng Xinglie would never forget that time. The former Prince Gaoyang of the Ming Dynasty, now the Prince of Han of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Gaoxu, the second son of Zhu Di, actually said to him at the victory celebration banquet: "Your Majesty, I have long admired the unparalleled secret technique of the Dual Cultivation Sect, a legendary martial arts school! Your Majesty's wife is a Dual Cultivation Princess; surely she has mastered this technique to perfection. I heard she is currently in the army. Would Your Majesty be so kind as to introduce me to her and let me witness this Dual Cultivation technique?" The Dual Cultivation technique was a renowned skill , known to all. Zhu Gaoxu's words bluntly demanded that Feng Xinglie offer Gu Zixian, his queen, for his defilement. 　　What a humiliation! Although he managed to feign ignorance and joke around that day, and Zhu Gaoxu never mentioned it again , Feng Xinglie would never forget that humiliation. Zhu Gaochi's complete disregard for Feng Xinglie and his indifference towards the Wushuang Kingdom chilled Feng Xinglie to the bone.

If the Peerless Kingdom continues its decline, it fears that one day Feng Xinglie will have to watch helplessly

as his wives undress and sneak into the chambers of Ming Dynasty nobles, exchanging their dual cultivation techniques for something.
How could a dignified man allow his beloved wives to be defiled and humiliated like this?! Feng Xinglie clenched his fists.

If he didn't want that day to come, the Peerless Kingdom must become strong and break free from the oppression of the Ming Dynasty.
However, although Feng Xinglie was determined to make it strong, most of those in power in the kingdom were submissive and resigned to their fate.
Since the restoration of the Dual Cultivation Mansion, Wushuang Kingdom has maintained its traditions, with women holding a superior position to men. Although Feng Xinglie,

the "son-in-law" who married into the family, is nominally the ruler, the military and political affairs are actually controlled by the Dowager Lady Gu Ningqing.

The army's specific operations are commanded by Bu She. Feng Xinglie, as the ruler, has neither power nor manpower,

making him a figurehead. All his ambitions for revenge are merely wishful thinking, and changing Wushuang Kingdom is out of the question.
Therefore, Feng Xinglie's first step is to seize control of Wushuang Kingdom.
To gain power, he must first seize military power, and Bu She, a former general of the Ming Dynasty, must be eliminated.
"Your Majesty!" At the entrance to the palace, an armored officer bowed to Feng Xinglie.
The officer's name was Zheng Zongming, the son of Zheng Guangyan, the former protector of the Evil Sect, known as "The Heaven-Stabilizing Staff ." Nearly forty years old, he had

thick eyebrows, large eyes, a wide mouth, and a straight nose. His dark skin, tanned by the northern winds and sun, gave him a dignified appearance despite his military uniform .

The former members of the Evil Sect were naturally Feng Xinglie's confidants. Zheng Zongming, however,

had secretly pledged his life to Gu Zixian's personal bodyguard three years prior, resulting in the bodyguard becoming pregnant. This violated the rules of the Dual Cultivation Hall and the palace, enraging Gu Zixian and

nearly leading to his castration and demotion to a lowly slave. Feng Xinglie intervened and saved him, further incurring Zheng Zongming's

gratitude by allowing him and the bodyguard to consummate their relationship. Zheng Zongming then swore unwavering loyalty to Feng Xinglie, risking his life without hesitation, and even nearly losing his life to save him during a perilous battle

. He was truly Feng Xinglie's right-hand man, considered a brother by Feng Xinglie.
In this Peerless Kingdom, only Zheng Zongming understood Feng Xinglie's true intentions and could help him achieve his "great ambitions."
Looking at Zheng Zongming, who had been appointed commander of the Peerless Iron Guard, Feng Xinglie's guilt finally

eased somewhat . He walked slowly, nodding as he asked, "How did things go?"
Zheng Zongming followed closely behind Feng Xinglie, respectfully replying, "Your Majesty, the Peerless Iron Guard has been replenished to five hundred as Your Majesty

instructed . The spear techniques and mental cultivation methods passed down by Your Majesty have been taught to the Iron Guard. I believe that soon, our Peerless

Kingdom will have an elite force that will impress everyone."
Feng Xinglie sneered, "Without the baptism of war, and only five hundred strong, even if the expected result is achieved,

how can it be called an elite force?" Turning back, he lightly punched Zheng Zongming in the chest, saying, "

However, I do trust Brother Zongming's abilities. I, Xinglie, will wait and see!"
Zheng Zongming was flattered, saying, "Your Majesty's praise is too much. This humble general is ashamed, but I will certainly do my utmost to live up to Your Majesty's expectations!"
Feng Xinglie smiled and nodded, "Good, good! Hey, Brother Zongming, how many times have I told you? Just call me Xinglie.

You and I are brothers. Calling me 'Your Majesty' and 'Your humble servant' feels so distant!"
Zheng Zongming said, "Your Majesty's kindness is something I understand! But things are different now.

It's better to establish rules sooner rather than later. Your Majesty should have the dignity of an emperor, and I will set an example!"
Feng Xinglie shook his head and smiled bitterly, "You can make any sense of anything, but I can't argue with you! Even a small kingdom

like Wushuang has to follow rules and regulations. It's really tiring. I really miss the life of the Jianghu back then!"
Zheng Zongming laughed, "Your Majesty's thoughts are good, but Your Majesty has great responsibilities, so you can only think about it!"
Feng Xinglie sighed, "Yes! We can't go back..."
The two walked one after the other to the deserted garden corridor. Feng Xinglie turned around with a somewhat embarrassed expression,

pointed to the west, and grinned as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Zheng Zongming, observing Feng Xinglie's expression, naturally knew what he wanted to say. With a

wicked grin, he leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Xinglie, are you asking about that matter?"
Zheng Zongming's knowing look and brotherly address made Feng Xinglie more comfortable. He nodded and

whispered , "Yes, is it all settled?"
Zheng Zongming raised an eyebrow, his demeanor that of a treacherous minister completely gone, his earlier military bearing vanished. He furtively

glanced around, making sure no one was watching, before lowering his voice and saying, "Settled, of course settled. Although the Grand Madam has eaten very little these past few days

due to grief, she has drunk a lot of wine. The medicine was put in the wine..." " She's drunk quite a bit these past few days

..." He suddenly knelt down, pleading guilty, "Zongming personally investigated. Last night, when the Grand Madam was bathing in the hot springs at Qinghua Palace,

she couldn't withstand the effects of the drug and used a fake finger to masturbate, resulting in a gush of fluid

. Zongming saw everything clearly. If Your Majesty goes tonight, things will surely fall into place. However, this humble servant has defiled the Empress's body. I beg Your Majesty to punish me!"
Feng Xinglie waved his hand and said, "This matter is of great importance. I really can't rest easy until Brother Zongming personally confirms it. You did

nothing wrong. Why don't you get up?" People of the martial world are not bound by formalities, and the customs of the borderlands are even more open.

Zheng Zongming was doing this for him, so there must be a reason. Feng Xinglie naturally wouldn't hold it against him. However, what Zheng Zongming said

about masturbating with a fake finger and experiencing a gush of fluid made Feng Xinglie's mind conjure up the image of his mother-in-law, Gu Ningqing, sitting by the hot springs,

masturbating, moaning ecstatically, and gushing with lustful fluid. He felt a surge of heat in his abdomen.
From some unknown day, Feng Xinglie developed unusual feelings for his mother-in-law, Gu Ningqing. Seeing

his mother-in-law, who resembled Gu Zixian's sister, every day, his urge to strip her naked, ride her, and whip her grew stronger each day. However,

due to his status and Gu Ningqing's reluctance to part with her, he secretly restrained himself. Now that Bu She was dead, Gu Ningqing was

a widow . According to the customs of this region, it would be perfectly acceptable for Feng Xinglie to take her into his household. However,

Feng Xinglie had lost the patience to slowly win Gu Ningqing over. Not only was he attracted by her beauty,

but also by the power she held. He couldn't bear to subdue her for even a moment. Although using such methods was

unbecoming of a man, if it could bring Gu Ningqing happiness, compensate for her grief, and allow the Wushuang Kingdom

to prosper under his leadership, what else did he, Feng Xinglie, have to worry about?
As for his mother-in-law's reaction afterward, Feng Xinglie was confident that his gentle methods and his long, thick

penis would be able to subdue her completely. Besides, his usually open-minded mother-in-law certainly harbored some

shameful thoughts about her son-in-law.
After being forgiven, Zheng Zongming quickly got up, leaned closer, and whispered, "Then tonight,

Zongming will prepare for Your Majesty?"
Feng Xinglie hummed in agreement and nodded.
Zheng Zongming said happily, "Then this humble general wishes Your Majesty a glorious night, hehe..." A string of

knowing made one's teeth itch.
Zheng Zongming knew perfectly well when to be a loyal minister and when to be a treacherous villain.
Zheng Zongming's laughter struck a chord with Feng Xinglie, making him even more anxious. He shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Brother

Zongming is teasing me..." He then cautiously added, "Brother Zongming, don't forget to put

some calming and restorative herbs in Zixian and Qianlian's porridge. They haven't had a proper rest for several days, it's heartbreaking!"
He was clearly afraid that if they woke up at night and couldn't find him, something bad might happen. Zheng Zongming chuckled inwardly, but on the surface

he said solemnly, "Your Majesty, rest assured, this humble general will immediately instruct the kitchen!"
Feng Xinglie nodded, took another step, and as he walked, he suddenly said, "Brother Zongming, don't you think that

Xinglie's actions are truly... immoral and depraved?"
Zheng Zongming seemed to have anticipated this question, and without thinking, he laughed and said, "Xinglie is being pretentious. Moral ethics and etiquette

are things of the Central Plains. The desert and grasslands have never followed them. When a father dies, his wives and concubines follow their children—it is all a matter of course. Besides, the Dowager Lady is

only Xinglie's mother-in-law. Now that the Dowager Lady is still grieving the loss of her husband, Xinglie's comforting her is not only not a problem, but also

a sign of filial piety!"
Feng Xinglie sighed and said softly, "Xinglie is indeed being pretentious. After all these years, he still seems to forget where

he lives and who he is!"
After sighing, he said nothing more, strode forward, and looked up. There were no clouds in the sky, only a vast expanse of blue.
Following closely behind Feng Xinglie, Zheng Zongming's face flashed with mockery. He appeared respectful on the surface,

but inwardly he sneered. "What hypocritical question about moral depravity? He's clearly a hypocrite!"
As he walked, he couldn't help but glance back, his heart burning with desire.
He had waited so long; this day had finally come.
Tonight, in that palace, the stunning princess who had once beaten him to near death and then relentlessly tried to

castrate him, along with her other wives, would be fast asleep. "
You sleep with your mother-in-law, I'll play with your wives—we're brothers!" Zheng Zongming

thought to himself figure. Remembering the usually noble and

elegant, aloof princess, his longing for nightfall was even more intense than Feng Xinglie's.
It's understandable for men to be power-hungry and lustful; your actions, Feng Xinglie, weren't wrong. Unfortunately, you've forgotten

the saying, "Where there's a will, there's a way!"
Blame yourself for lacking self-awareness and overestimating your abilities! Zheng Zongming sneered inwardly
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