【Sword Cry Across the Nine Heavens】(Chapter 7 is missing)

Chapter One
Two sheer cliffs, towering over a hundred feet high, seemed to connect in the clouds, with only a sliver of light illuminating
the narrow passage at the bottom of the gorge, barely a foot wide. This was the location of the renowned "Xiaoyao Xuan"—the "One Line Sky,
" a narrow passage in the misty peaks of Yunlong Mountain, known as the "most dangerous place under heaven."
Xiaoyao Xuan was one of the thirteen righteous sects of the martial world, dominating for over two hundred years with its "Seven Swords of Tianyu." The sect
was small in number, with both men and women, but their martial arts were profound and unfathomable, and most of its successors were
unparalleled masters renowned throughout the land.
Sixty years ago, the thirteen righteous sects' siege of the Demonic Sect's headquarters, "Bieyou Dongtian," was an earth-shattering and exceptionally fierce battle,
ending in mutual destruction. The once rampant Demonic Sect vanished without a trace, and the thirteen righteous sects were severely weakened. Some
suppressed unorthodox sects seized the opportunity to rise up and stir up trouble. In a climate where the righteous path was waning and the evil path was flourishing,
the three masters of Xiaoyao Pavilion, who participated in the battle but escaped unscathed, along with Tianwailou, the then-leader of the martial arts alliance, joined forces to quell the martial world and bring peace to the Jianghu.
Their prestige soared, and the stubborn evil was subdued.
However, after decades of recuperation, the Demonic Sect finally resurfaced, and under the leadership of the extraordinary Luo Yeze
, its power surpassed its former glory, becoming the leader of all evils and a major threat to the Jianghu.
Therefore, the thirteen righteous sects gathered again at Yunlong Mountain to plot a grand plan to eliminate the demons.
However, Luo Yeze possessed exceptional wisdom and astonishing martial arts skills, and his subordinates were numerous and highly skilled, making him virtually invincible at the time.
Years earlier, a Grand Master of the Bright Realm had fought Luo Yeze but was defeated. Besides returning alone severely injured,
all eight of his Bright Realm masters were killed. Legend had it that Luo Yeze was now invincible. Just when the heroes were at their wits' end, 　　Pei Xuanren
, the two generations of grandmasters of Xiaoyao Pavilion and a legendary figure in the martial arts world, emerged from seclusion. Thus, the hidden paradise was once again stained with blood, and the world lost its color. The sect leader, Luo Yeze, fought Pei 　　Xuanren for three days and nights before finally being defeated, severely wounded on the spot, and managed to escape, but Pei Xuanren was certain he was dead. The remaining 　　protectors, elders, and envoys were all lost; the elite of the demonic sect were gone. However, the only regret was that the demonic sect leader's wife 　　escaped and was never heard from again. 　　 After these two battles, Xiaoyao Pavilion rose to become the leader of the thirteen righteous sects, 　　standing alongside the underworld's Fenglei Alliance and the Tianya Lihen Pavilion, which rose after the demonic sect, forming a three-way division of the world. Yunlong Mountain's Yanmiao Peak became a place of reverence for martial artists. 　　 The treacherous and unpredictable Yixiantian, shrouded in clouds and mist, was usually rarely visited, but now a young man in blue 　　robes, his head bobbing, walked alone, looking melancholy. He stood tall and elegant, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. Though his face was somber, his graceful and dashing bearing was undeniable 　　. 　　 At the end of the road ahead, jagged rocks, covered in moss, and dense forest revealed a small cave entrance, easily 　　missed by anyone but those with a keen eye. The young man in blue wondered if he hadn't been told to meet here; he would never have discovered this hidden 　　gem at the end of the road. 　　 He didn't enter the cave, for someone was already waiting at the entrance. A deep, pleasant, and magnetic 　　voice said, "You've finally arrived!" 　　 The mist was thick, the figure indistinct, accompanied by the rustling of the forest—a scene of hazy beauty. 　　 Chapter Two . 　　 Luo Qianyu finally saw the figure before her. 　　 He wore a blue silk robe and appeared to be around thirty years old, with a captivating beauty and unparalleled grace. His beautiful eyes sparkled, and he said in a trembling 　　voice, "Qianyu, my child, how have you been? I've missed you terribly." 　　 He opened his arms, ready to embrace the young man in blue. The young man in green rushed forward, and the mother and son embraced, 　　weeping. 　　 This beautiful woman was Fang Qinglan, the widow of Luo Yeze, the leader of the Demonic Sect. Seventeen years ago, the Demonic Sect suffered a devastating 　　massacre, and she had narrowly escaped with her life. She had never forgotten revenge, and with the support of her loyal subordinates, she had painstakingly 　　built up her power, eventually achieving considerable influence. Today, she had secretly come to this enemy's territory to meet 　　her only son, Luo Qianyu, whom she had been sent to infiltrate the "Xiaoyao Pavilion" three years prior. 　　 After a long while, the young man in green, Luo Qianyu, gently broke free from his mother's embrace, his handsome face showing confusion. 　　He asked, "Mother, why did you risk so much to see me today?" 　　 Fang Qinglan did not answer, but stared blankly at her son, who had matured considerably in the years they hadn't seen each other. Her heart 　　was filled with memories of the loving and carefree days of their marriage, when she and her son were inseparable. For a moment, she was lost in thought. 　　 Luo Qianyu, not hearing his mother's voice for a long time, called out "Mother" again. Fang Qinglan's delicate body trembled, as if waking from a dream. She forced herself 　　to compose herself and asked calmly, "Qianyu, you've been in 'Xiaoyao Pavilion' for three years now. 　　How is it going?" 　　 Luo Qianyu sighed, "Mother, in the pavilion, I'm just an insignificant ordinary disciple. I'm not qualified to 　　hear important matters or access the pavilion's secrets. Plus, the security is tight, so I haven't had a chance to complete the task you entrusted to me 　　." 　　 Fang Qinglan gently stroked Luo Qianyu's shoulder, saying with pity, "These past few years have truly been hard on you, especially at such a young 　　age, having to leave your mother's side and venture into such a dangerous place, living in constant fear. I'm so sorry!" 　　 Luo Qianyu blamed himself, "As long as I can avenge Father's blood feud, any sacrifice is worthwhile. But 　　I feel uneasy for failing Mother's trust." 　　 Fang Qinglan shook her head sadly, "Seventeen years. Your father has waited too long in the afterlife. How hateful..." Even now, we 　　've accomplished nothing. He must be resentful that I'm so useless, not even going down to meet with him yet. We made 　　a vow to be together through life and death back then.” 　　 Luo Qianyu's eyes were already brimming with tears, but he didn't know what to say. He comforted her, “Mother, Father won't blame you. As long as 　　we avenge our blood feud, no matter how long it takes, as long as you live well and let your child serve you in your old age, Father will be at peace in the afterlife 　　.” 　　 Fang Qinglan remained silent for a long time. Her expression turned cold, and she said solemnly, “Mother came here because you've been 　　idle in ‘Xiaoyao Pavilion’ for so long. I specially brought you two things so that you can quickly complete 　　the task of dividing and weakening ‘Xiaoyao Pavilion’.” She glanced at her son, who was bowing his head in shame, and continued, “Because these two things are of great importance, 　　I don't trust others to handle them. Mother had to come in person. Besides, it's been so long, Mother also wanted to see you.” 　　At the end of her words, her voice softened again. 　　 Luo Qianyu looked at her mother in confusion. Fang Qinglan patted her hand lightly, and three young 　　women dressed as maids emerged from the cave behind her. They walked lightly to Fang Qinglan's side and stood silently.

Fang Qinglan extended her hand, and one of the women immediately handed her two yellowed booklets. Fang Qinglan took them,
glanced at them indifferently, and then passed them to Luo Qianyu, whose face showed surprise.
Luo Qianyu took them and almost jumped up in astonishment, exclaiming, "The Great Thousand Divine Transformation, the Yin
and Yang Divine Powers!"
Chapter Three
Fang Qinglan solemnly said, "These are the Holy Sect's divine arts 'Great Thousand Divine Escape' and 'Divine Transformation,' as well as the mysterious and
unpredictable 'Yin and Yang Divine Powers,' which have been passed down only to the sect leader throughout the ages."
Luo Qianyu's eyes shone with fervor, and he stroked the treasures in his hand, asking in bewilderment, "Then why did Mother so easily pass them on
to her child?"
Fang Qinglan pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "After deliberation by the elders, on this occasion concerning the survival and honor of the Holy Sect..." "
In these extraordinary times of humiliation
to inherit in the future. Consider today an early transmission of the lineage!" Luo Qianyu's mind was completely occupied by the two extraordinary treasures, his heart surging
with intense emotions. Looking to the future, dominating the world and being unrivaled was just around the corner. However, he didn't notice
the fleeting sorrow on his mother's face.
Fang Qinglan patted lightly with her slender hand and said, "Bring it up."
Luo Qianyu looked at Fang Qinglan in confusion. Fang Qinglan smiled and said, "This is the second magical treasure that Mother has prepared for her child."
Luo Qianyu was quite impressed by his mother's generosity. He thought to himself, "The first one was already an unparalleled martial arts manual.
I wonder what earth-shattering treasure it is now!" Before he finished thinking, footsteps came, and a woman's graceful
figure walked out of the cave. Amidst the verdant bamboo and misty clouds, she walked slowly towards him. He saw her with her hair piled high like
emerald clouds, her brows adorned with simple black makeup, her robes fluttering. Though expressionless, her beauty was undeniable, like that of a fairy.
Upon recognizing the woman before him, Luo Qianyu exclaimed in surprise, "Third Martial Aunt!"
This woman was none other than Lin Rongzhen, an important figure in the Xiaoyao Pavilion, known in the martial world as "Flower-Covered Light Mist," Luo Qianyu
's Third Martial Aunt.
Lin Rongzhen was as beautiful as a celestial being, cold as ice, and never showed any courtesy to anyone. In just a few years in the martial world, she had already
gained considerable fame with her "Flower Moon Night Mist Over Distant Mountains" sword technique—a technique so light and agile, ever-changing, and as tender and poignant as whispered words between lovers
—leaving countless lecherous men bleeding beneath her sword. Due to her excessive killing, the master of Xiaoyao Pavilion
summoned her back to Yanmiao Mountain for quiet cultivation and reflection on her past transgressions.
Xiaoyao Xuan is a Taoist sect that cultivates the Xuan Tian Heart Method of "being invincible without desire," forbidding its disciples from having romantic entanglements
. The disciples of the sect are known for their pure hearts, few desires, and detachment from worldly concerns. Therefore, the beautiful Lin Rongzhen
had no scandalous affairs during her time in the martial world.
However, Luo Qianyu knew that his third aunt had a close relationship with Ming Chouzi, a disciple of the notoriously mysterious Ruoxie Mountain sect among the thirteen righteous sects
. When Xiaoyao Xuan learned of this, the sect leader, to prevent their love, recalled Lin Rongzhen under the pretext of too much killing,
thus separating the two lovers and leaving them to longing for each other.
Afterwards, Ming Chouzi, unwilling to suffer for love, pursued his lover alone to Yanmiao Mountain, but
was defeated by Luo Qianyu's master, An Yupin, and ultimately failed to see his lover again.
A year ago, Lin Rongzhen secretly ran away from the mountain and disappeared without a trace. Everyone in the sect speculated that Lin Rongzhen and Ming Chouzi had fled to
a secluded paradise far from the world, living happily ever after and enjoying their forbidden love. This enraged
the Master of Xiaoyao Pavilion, who pursued them throughout the martial world, severely punishing the two and even holding Ruoxie Mountain accountable.
This strained the relationship between Xiaoyao Pavilion and Ruoxie Mountain, two influential righteous sects in the martial world. Although the matter has subsided,
both sects still harbor resentment.
Luo Qianyu had only assumed that the two had indeed escaped the world, but unexpectedly, his Third Martial Aunt suddenly appeared before him today. Lin Rongzhen's
appearance and demeanor remained unchanged, standing respectfully, but a hint of barely concealed hatred flickered in her beautiful eyes. Although she noticed her old acquaintance
chatting and laughing with the leader of the Demonic Sect without changing her expression, she clearly already knew about their relationship.
Luo Qianyu was greatly surprised; how could his exceptionally proud Third Martial Aunt appear before him with such a docile demeanor
?
Fang Qinglan chuckled, "Yu'er, there's no need to be surprised. You know, Miss Lin's sweetheart is in our hands, how could
she not listen to us? Isn't that right, Miss Lin?"
Lin Rongzhen gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "That's right!"
Luo Qianyu glanced at her Third Master Aunt, who had once looked down on her, and asked suspiciously, "Xiaoyao Pavilion
has been very secretive about Lin Rongzhen and Ming Chouzi's affair. How did Mother know about this and control Ming Chouzi?"
Fang Qinglan's smile vanished, "Since your father died in the battle of 'Bieyou Dongtian,' Mother and the surviving elders have been fleeing
east and west, living in constant fear. Now that we've finally recovered some strength, we naturally need to make careful arrangements to make a comeback and rebuild the Holy Sect.
The movements of all the sects in the martial world are under my control, and among them, our number one enemy, 'Xiaoyao Pavilion,' is indispensable."
She suddenly stopped talking and fell into deep thought. Luo Qianyu still had some questions and was about to ask
when she saw her mother's look indicating that she shouldn't say more, so she had to keep them to herself. Seeing her thoughtful expression, Luo Qianyu was utterly
bewildered and at a loss for what to do.
Chapter Four.
Luo Qianyu gazed at his mother, whose robes fluttered in the wind, his mind gradually becoming confused. In the
quiet night, bathed in the gentle moonlight, he vaguely recalled the unspeakable relationship between his mother and him. Since being ordered by his mother
to infiltrate the formidable enemy, Xiaoyao Xuan, at a young age, Luo Qianyu had rarely seen his mother in recent years, and they had
become quite estranged. This time, the sudden order from Bieyou Dongtian to return to the mountain was strange to Luo Qianyu, but he did not
hesitate to secretly return to the Demonic Sect's headquarters.
At this moment, in his boudoir, the current leader of the Demonic Sect, Luo Qianyu's biological mother, Fang Qinglan, with a solemn and dignified appearance, was
practicing the Demonic Sect's legendary divine skill, "Yin Yang Dual Divine Power," left behind by Luo Yeze.
While the Yin-Yang dual supernatural powers are unpredictable in their strength, the cultivation process is fraught with peril. Countless predecessors of the Demonic Sect
have perished from the demonic fire consumed by their inner flames. Especially from the seventeenth to the twentieth stage, with each step forward
comes the demonic obstacle of burning desire, which can only be overcome with unwavering will and resolute determination.
Few sect leaders throughout history have managed to break through these stages, all dying with regret.
Fang Qinglan, to avenge her husband, had no choice but to cultivate this extremely dangerous technique, and with her extraordinary talent, she had reached the eighteenth
stage. Now, she too is facing this hurdle, unable to enter the nineteenth stage for seventeen years, and it seems she will fail again this time.
Suddenly, her body began to change .
She felt hot and weak all over, her breasts swelled, and a tingling, itchy
sensation rose throughout her body. A surge of lust filled her eyes, and the painful yet pleasurable fire of desire burned within her once more. Fang Qinglan immediately pressed her tongue against
her upper chin, focusing her gaze on her heart, resisting with unwavering willpower.
After returning to the mountain, Luo Qianyu was received by the elders and informed that the sect leader was currently cultivating his divine art and had little free time. Luo Qianyu
, rarely returning to the mountain, desperately wanted to see his mother. Without waiting for anyone to inform him, he rushed directly into his mother's boudoir and softly
said, "Mother, I'm back."
Upon hearing Luo Qianyu's voice, Fang Qinglan's mind was momentarily distracted. A surging tide of desire surged forth, immediately overflowing and
unstoppable. She tightly guarded the last vestige of clarity in her heart, attempting to resist with the willpower of her cultivation, preventing lustful thoughts
from controlling her. A look of pain appeared on her face due to this internal conflict.
Having mastered both the righteous and evil arts of the Xiaoyao Pavilion and the Demonic Sect, Luo Qianyu possessed vast knowledge. Seeing his mother's condition, he knew it
was a sign of demonic possession. Because Fang Qinglan's hands were clasped together, her back against the wall, she couldn't receive
the true energy transmitted through normal means. In this critical situation, Luo Qianyu disregarded propriety and immediately sent life-saving true energy mouth-to-mouth to his mother.
Fang Qinglan wasn't actually possessed by demonic possession, but rather experiencing the unique phenomenon of lust consumed by desire inherent in the Yin-Yang dual-power techniques. However, her
son mistook it for demonic possession and actually sent a stream of Xiaoyao Pavilion's "Ninefold True Energy" through his mouth. This made the situation completely
different from when she practiced alone; both mother and son were now controlled by the Yin-Yang True Energy, filled with a strange, burning lust.
The unique aura of a man struck Fang Qinglan like a thunderbolt, and her remaining sanity was finally swallowed by lust
.
Fang Qinglan's tongue, no longer under her control, actively extended and intertwined tightly with Luo Qianyu's.
Perhaps it was a man's instinct, or perhaps Fang Qinglan's tongue was simply too alluring. Luo Qianyu's tongue, initially hesitant
, then boldly took the initiative, tightly entwining with his mother's soft, weak tongue,
licking every corner of Fang Qinglan's mouth with oblivious indifference.
Both were fully conscious, yet their bodies were beyond their control. They knew they were engaging in a shameful act of
mother-son incest, yet they couldn't stop.
A melancholic look appeared in Fang Qinglan's eyes. Her tongue intertwined with Luo Qianyu's, all
pain, worry, and restraint vanished, replaced by boundless excitement. They sucked on each other, their lips
meeting in a passionate kiss, sucking, licking, and absorbing each other's saliva, as if the saliva in each other's mouths contained
the love between mother and son.
At this moment, Luo Qianyu's mind was filled with lust. He no longer cared that the beauty before him was his own mother. He only knew to quickly remove
Xia Qinglan's white outer garment, leaving her only in her close-fitting bodice and white silk underpants.
Seeing his mother's half-naked body, her porcelain-smooth back, her delicate, white hands like snowflakes,
her slender waist that seemed too small to be grasped, and her full breasts encased in the moon-white bodice, with two rosy nipples faintly visible, occasionally
peeking out from the edge of the bodice, her firm, snow-white breasts appearing and disappearing. The white silk underpants were embroidered with elegant and
beautiful flowers. Because of the well-tailored cut of the underpants, the most alluring curve of her mons pubis was fully revealed.
The mysterious white light beneath could be slightly seen through the semi-transparent silk fabric. Luo Qianyu's penis immediately became erect and stiff.
Feeling the coolness on her exposed skin, Fang Qinglan realized she was half-naked in front of Luo Qianyu, her clothes disheveled
. She quickly covered her chest with her hands, her pretty face flushed crimson. Struggling to muster
her strength, she lowered her ashamed and helpless face and pleaded, "Qianyu, please, don't look at your mother."
Luo Qianyu ignored her, looking at Fang Qinglan's half-naked body. He reached behind her and began to untie
the knots of her bodice around her neck, waist, and back.
Fang Qinglan tried to stop him, but a surge of heat from Luo Qianyu's touch made her feel
weak and about to collapse. Luo Qianyu quickly supported her mother's waist and held her in his arms. At this moment, the knots were
untied, and the bodice fell loose. In her panic, Fang Qinglan made a last-ditch effort, pressing herself against Luo Qianyu's chest, letting the
loosened bodice dangle between her and conceal her proud breasts.
Luo Qianyu felt his mother's body was soft and warm. He pulled the powerless Fang Qinglan away, and the bodice covering her chest
fell to the ground, instantly exposing her rarely exposed, fair body to the bright sunlight. Her two firm, tender
breasts stood erect, their perfectly proportioned shape exuding a symmetrical beauty. The pale pink areolas were alluring, and
the slightly erect nipples were tempting. Her flat abdomen was adorned with a charming, small navel, making Luo Qianyu's
blood boil.
Luo Qianyu was now unable to resist, and his hands nervously reached for Fang Qinglan's underpants. Fang Qinglan
trembled even more nervously, but all her strength seemed to have flown away, and even raising her hands was as difficult as climbing to heaven.
The pure white underpants were finally pulled down to her knees, revealing a dark, alluring patch of pubic hair beneath her snow-white belly. The lush,
fragrant grass was truly breathtaking, making one yearn to immediately part the pubic hair and peek into the mysterious
realm of her captivating soul. Her long, slender, snow-white legs, like verdant scallions, and her beautifully curved, rounded, and high buttocks were
breathtakingly beautiful in both color and elasticity.
Fang Qinglan closed her eyes tightly, wishing she could disappear into a hole, secretly despairing, "It's over
. Qianyu has seen all my private and mysterious places. How can I maintain my authority as the sect leader now?" But Luo Qianyu's gaze also
aroused her body, making her feel even more ashamed.
The vibrant curves of Fang Qinglan's body were fully displayed before Luo Qianyu's eyes. His hands grasped Fang Qinglan's breasts, his palms
swirling and caressing her firm, taut breasts, kneading her translucent, flawless white jade-like nipples.
The soft, warm touch was indescribably pleasurable. His left hand further climbed to the nipples, gently kneading them. The beautiful pink
areolas, though not yet touched, were already round and plump. Remembering his childhood experience of breastfeeding, he took
Fang Qinglan's right breast into his mouth, lowering his head to suckle, making soft, sucking sounds, occasionally gently biting the nipple with his teeth and lightly licking it with his tongue.
At this moment, Fang Qinglan couldn't help but let out a soft moan or two. Clearly, the tingling, itchy pleasure on her breasts was teasing
this skilled martial artist, usually gentle and intelligent mother, to the point of being unable to resist. Her elegant face flushed,
her breathing became rapid, and the two pink nipples on her white breasts became engorged and erect. Anyone could tell that she was...
She had already had a shy reaction.
Luo Qianyu's right hand was also very busy at this time, tracing Fang Qinglan's black and shiny hair, down her soft
and smooth but firm back, extending to her firm thighs and round buttocks, moving and gently caressing her,
like a skilled veteran of the flower garden. Every now and then, like a curious child, he would tentatively slip into the crevice between her snow-white buttocks, carefully
exploring the most mysterious triangle area of a woman. Before long, he touched a clump of soft, slightly curved hair, and
along the hair, Luo Qianyu began to caress Fang Qinglan's petals.
As Luo Qianyu's hands caressed Fang Qinglan's sacred private parts and elegant breasts, she suddenly felt an unprecedented surge
of excitement and pleasure. Two blushes, shyly concealing her feelings, rose to her cheeks, and her clever eyes shimmered with alluring charm
. This was the first time since her husband's death that a man had been so close to her body, and it was her own son. A strange
thrill welled up from the depths of her heart, and instead of rejecting Luo Qianyu's insolence, she seemed to feel a hint of anticipation.
Simultaneously being attacked in two of a woman's most sensitive areas caused Fang Qinglan's body to gradually heat up, with an indescribable
itching sensation spreading throughout her lower body. She couldn't help but think of her former husband, the Demon Lord Luo Yeze, a young hero, fantasizing that
he was caressing and kneading her noble body again, wantonly conquering her soul.
Luo Qianyu slowly peeled back the two tightly closed red petals with his right middle finger, inserting it into
the secret cave hidden beneath the lush grass. The moment it entered, Fang Qinglan's carefully maintained dignified image in front of Luo Qianyu completely collapsed
. She reacted violently, shaking her head, and an involuntary moan escaped her cherry lips: "Ah..." At the same
time, she frowned, her toes lifting slightly.
Luo Qianyu's fingers, which had been gently tapping at the jade gate, didn't pause, but plunged straight into the virgin cave. He felt that the cave was not only narrow,
but also possessed a tremendous suction force. His fingers, deep inside the secret cave, were tightly wrapped by the warm, moist, tender flesh. Even
now, it was difficult to break free from the thirsty restraints of the mother's secret cave. Just inserting the tip of his middle finger already felt an
indescribable pressure and pleasure.
When her fingers broke through the flesh and touched the most sensitive part, Fang Qinglan felt an unbearable anxiety and
fear of her own sensitivity. She cried out in her heart, "No! No matter how much I'm burning with desire, I can't
show my ugly side in front of Qianyu. I'm his mother!" But from the depths of her petals, nectar slowly seeped out,
something she couldn't control.
For the first time in seventeen years, a man had broken into Fang Qinglan's jade gate. Although it was only a finger joint, it gave her
a long-lost feeling of fullness and abundance, clearly transmitted from her whole body to her brain. Although
she, by nature chaste, kept forcing herself not to make a sound, waves of pleasure surged as Luo Qianyu's fingers became completely
intertwined with Fang Qinglan's. The fingers inserted into her petals rotated like a stirring rod, and Fang Qinglan felt as if she had been pushed
to the heavens. Her petals, opening in the wetness, shamelessly and wantonly clamped down on the unreasonable intruder. Fang
Qinglan couldn't help but let out a soft, wanton "Ah~" and for a moment felt like she was about to faint.
Hearing her mother's voice filled with pleasure and coquettishness, Luo Qianyu rubbed Fang Qinglan's
clitoris and petals even more vigorously, completely unaware that he was playing with the most private parts of his usually dignified leader and loving mother. His fingers
diligently lingered and explored the tight, wet vagina. Fang Qinglan moaned incessantly, her soft breaths growing
increasingly frantic.
As Luo Qianyu relentlessly thrust and probed into Fang Qinglan's secret cave, each intense probing
caused her to shamelessly release a stream of fluid, flowing down her inner thighs and groin onto the bed.
The rhythmic, wet sounds echoed Luo Qianyu's thrusts, repeatedly assaulting her
dignity. Finally, her lower body unconsciously twisted and arched, transforming her back into a long-absent, resentful woman.
Fang Qinglan's vulva, originally a pale pink, tightly closed, and delicate sacred labia, finally parted
, the raised petals emitting a bewitching glow. The flowing nectar had already soaked her entire thighs and the sheets, exuding
an indescribable lewdness.
The stimulation of her fingers abruptly stopped, and the swelling pleasure abruptly ceased. An overwhelming
emotion swirled within her, and Fang Qinglan, regaining her senses, opened her eyes to find Luo Qianyu standing before her with a steaming,
thick, long penis, six or seven inches long, his eyes glaring, the veins on his penis throbbing. Fang Qinglan
felt it was even more frightening than her husband's, and quickly closed her eyes, turning her head away, unable to bear looking any longer.
Seeing the surprised and shy look on his mother's face, which made her appear even more delicate and pitiful, Luo Qianyu felt a surge
of conquering pleasure. With a forceful pull, he clamped his mother's long legs around his waist, feeling the pubic hair rubbing against
his lower abdomen, creating an intensely itchy sensation. He lowered his head to suckle his mother's breasts, his hands tightly gripping Fang Qinglan's plump, pink
buttocks. His erect penis gradually approached, pressing against the entrance of her moist secret cave. Fang Qinglan felt her legs being spread apart, her beautiful buttocks lifted by his hands
, a hot penis pressed against her opening. Luo Qianyu thrust his hips, slowly
inserting his penis into Fang Qinglan's tight little hole.
When Luo Qianyu entered Fang Qinglan's body, although he felt the cave was narrow, he was able to rely on
the ample lubrication beforehand and the firm elasticity of the vaginal flesh to forcefully insert his thick penis. Luo Qianyu
felt his penis being enveloped by several layers of warm, moist flesh, the base of his penis and his two testicles
tightly wrapped by pubic hair.
Using the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, Luo Qianyu's enormous penis broke through her defenses and thrust inside. The wanton, honey-like love juices flowed out,
and the pain of deflowering freed Fang Qinglan from her burning desire. She endured the excruciating pain and
the throbbing soreness in her pelvis.
Fang Qinglan sobbed silently, "I actually committed this incestuous and shameful act with my son. Whose fault is this?
God, you really know how to play tricks on people."
Luo Qianyu thrust slowly in, and Fang Qinglan couldn't
help but moan. Luo Qianyu's left hand roamed restlessly over her breasts and waist
, endlessly kneading until her pale pink nipples, which had just softened, began to swell and darken again, embarrassingly engorged. His right hand
gently caressed her neck and back, or kneaded and tickled her soft armpits, occasionally slipping to her plump buttocks...
The sudden intrusion of the penis into her anus caused Fang Qinglan to panic.
As Luo Qianyu began to move his lower body back and forth, a strong shiver ran through Fang Qinglan. Her tender orifice was penetrated by the penis
, and her vagina was tightly filled. But that was only at the beginning. As the penis moved back and forth inside her repeatedly,
the intense pain gradually subsided. The hot, thick penis penetrated her lower abdomen, and the tingling, itchy,
sour, and numb pleasure made her want to thrust forward. Waves of pleasure
spread from her lower body to her whole body. This was no longer related to the mental barrier of practicing martial arts, but rather the awakening of Fang Qinglan's long-suppressed primal sexual desire
.
Luo Qianyu thrust in and out of Fang Qinglan's petals with all his might. Fang Qinglan couldn't help but
sway her slender waist, straighten her back, and contract. Finally, she lay back against Luo Qianyu's chest. Luo Qianyu lifted Fang Qinglan's buttocks and continued thrusting while
kneading Fang Qinglan's breasts. From this angle, Fang Qinglan could clearly see her private parts, soft pubic hair
, moist petals, and a penis that kept going in and out of her flower core.
Witnessing Luo Qianyu's fierce thrusting into her secret place, Fang Qinglan's clarity of mind flickered like
a candle in the wind. The humming from her nose gradually turned into passionate cries. At this moment, besides the constant thrusting and the
squelching sounds of her juices, the room was filled with increasingly loud moans from Fang Qinglan: "Ah...no...
ah...it's coming...Yu'er..."
Her full, smooth body writhed like a twisted candy, clinging tightly to Luo Qianyu's body. Now, Fang Qinglan's mind
was consumed by lust; all notions of dignified chastity and maternal virtue vanished. Her long-suppressed allure and wantonness were unleashed beyond
control. Her breasts were being kneaded until they felt like they were about to burst, her private parts were being penetrated to the point of ecstasy, a mixture of sour, sweet, numb, and painful sensations coexisting within her.
Her eyes darted about like silk, her voice filled with seductive cries, her breath coming in rapid gasps.
Fang Qinglan tightly embraced Luo Qianyu's neck with both hands, passionately making love to him. Her trembling
breasts rubbed against his strong chest, her slender waist swayed rapidly from side to side, her vulva thrusting up and down in a thirsty frenzy. Her snow-white
legs opened to their limit, clamping tightly around Luo Qianyu, her pink and full buttocks swaying and spinning rapidly,
perfectly matching Luo Qianyu's fierce onslaught. No one would recognize that this woman, behaving more shamelessly and provocatively
than a prostitute in bed, was the infamous leader of the Demonic Sect.
Seeing his mother's alluring and wanton state, Luo Qianyu realized it was nothing like the reserved mother he knew. He kissed her
seductive red lips again, tightly embracing her. Taking a deep breath, he thrust his thick, long penis into Fang
Qinglan's alluring opening, releasing his pent-up lust, enjoying his mother's seductive and wanton energy, admiring her radiant beauty, indulging
in endless, unrestrained pleasure.
The liquid dripping from their bodies contained not only Fang Qinglan's vaginal fluids but also
the sweat from their hard work and the saliva that involuntarily dripped from their lips, soaking the sheets and flowing onto the floor
, glistening eerily in the moonlight streaming into the room.
Suddenly, Fang Qinglan's slender, shapely body arched back against Luo Qianyu, her ample breasts trembling violently.
A series of intense, irregular spasms ran through her body, her head shaking rapidly, and she cried out ecstatically, "Ah...ah...
so good...I'm going to...um...I'm going to cum..."
Luo Qianyu felt a series of intense spasms around his penis, as if trying to squeeze him
dry. An unprecedented pleasure surged through him, and he ejaculated
deep into the vagina of his beloved mother, who had nurtured him. He then pressed weakly against Fang Qinglan, his penis throbbing intermittently, each time
releasing hot fluid into her womb.
Fang Qinglan hadn't even considered stopping Luo Qianyu from ejaculating inside her to avoid pregnancy. The
waves of semen brought her to the peak of orgasm time and time again, her soul feeling as if it had been torn into countless pieces, merging with
the blazing sun, no longer distinguishable from itself.
After reaching her climax, Fang Qinglan was completely limp, her skin flushed a rosy red. Her soft,
warm body was tightly joined with Luo Qianyu's, the blush on her face still lingering, her tightly closed eyes
trembling. Luo Qianyu looked down at his mother in his arms, feeling immense satisfaction. He had finally brought his mother, who had been in pain
, to pleasure. He wasn't in a hurry to pull out his penis, but gently kissed his mother in his arms, his hands roaming over her soft, white
flesh, kneading and caressing her with abandon.
Fang Qinglan felt a surge of pleasure throughout her body, a pleasure she hadn't experienced since her husband's death.
She didn't even realize it was her son's advances; she simply lay quietly and obediently in Luo Qianyu's arms, soft moans
escaping her lips, savoring the lingering afterglow of her climax.
Chapter Five.
Fang Qinglan glanced at the stunningly beautiful Lin Rongzhen, sighing inwardly. She understood best the
pain of separation, yet for the sake of the Holy Sect, she had to do such a cruel thing. How could she not feel guilty?
Twenty years ago, she, a noblewoman with no connection to the martial world,
was moved by Luo Yeze's heroic and arrogant spirit, abandoning her parents and friends, and throwing herself into a completely unfamiliar, dangerous,
and complex environment, without regret to this day.
After eloping, Fang Qinglan and Luo Yeze lived together, inseparable through life and death. Riding horses across the plains in the morning mist and
haze, laughing proudly at the sunset amidst red cliffs and green shade—those days were so carefree and joyful.
Fang Qinglan brushed her hair aside, glancing at Luo Qianyu, who was intently gazing at Lin Rongzhen's stunning beauty. She thought of
the overwhelming joy and bewilderment she and her husband felt when their child was first born; now, their son was already so grown up. Tears
welled in her eyes, and a sense of melancholy washed over her.
Since Luo Qianyu's birth, the couple had both withdrawn from the martial world, retreating to the picturesque and
secluded "Bieyou Dongtian" mansion, where they found joy in playing with their child.
Unexpectedly, a sudden storm arose, and three years later, the thirteen righteous sects launched a massive attack on "Bieyou Dongtian," the headquarters of the Holy Sect.
When the enemy arrived, the members of the sect still couldn't understand how the enemies, including Xiaoyao Xuan and Guangming Jing, had
silently breached the nine formidable passes painstakingly built by the Holy Sect over a century, directly attacking "Bieyou Dongtian." Chaos erupted instantly
, everyone was caught off guard and suffered heavy losses. Half of the three envoys were killed or wounded, and the Ninth Elder...
Six were killed. While the five great guardian deities survived, none remained intact
. The ten assassins, feared throughout the martial world, were wiped out in a deliberate ambush. Even the sect leader, Luo Yeze,
was severely wounded by the four sect leaders and later killed on
the spot by Pei Xuanren of the Xuandao Sect, a highly respected figure from the previous two generations. Fang
Qinglan quietly turned away, not wanting anyone to see the tears welling in her eyes. She seemed to hear again
the howling of true energy on Qingke Plain, amidst the mountain of sword shadows and the howling wind, Luo Yeze's once elegant figure retreated, dodging and striking
with palms and legs. His white robes, adorned with golden dragons, were now obscured by blood—some from others
, some from himself—the blood continuing to spill, uncaring.
Surrounded by formidable enemies, Luo Yeze knew there was no hope of survival. He roared hoarsely, urging his wife to take their young child
and flee as far as possible, to preserve a thread of blood for the Holy Church and the Luo family.
His usually gentle, affectionate voice was now filled with such desolation and helplessness. Fang Qinglan, though wanting to perish
alongside the ruthless killer who had destroyed everything, fulfilling the vow she and her husband had made to live and die together,
seemed to be urging her to leave the blood-soaked scene.
Heartbroken, Fang Qinglan turned and left, protected by the remaining elders and envoys.
At this moment, Luo Yeze's roar, filled with true power—a roar even a grandmaster wouldn't dare to easily retaliate against—filled
the entire arena. The last image Fang Qinglan had of him as she turned back was Pei Xuanren's palm striking Luo Yeze's back, the latter's
eyes, ears, nose, and mouth gushing blood in a miserable state. She then heard Luo Yeze laugh wildly: "Pei Xuanren, can your Tai Su Xuan Gong
withstand my 'Ten Thousand Blades Scratching, Northwest Gaze at the Setting Sun's Blood'? Let fate decide our fates!"
Fang Qinglan knew that Luo Yeze's "Ten Thousand Blades Scratching, Northwest Gaze at the Setting Sun's Blood" was
the self-destructive strike of the twenty-fourth stage of the "Yin Yang Dual Divine Powers," a desperate attack aimed at draining the pond to catch all the fish. However, Luo Yeze's cultivation level was only the twenty-third stage of the "Yin Yang Dual Divine Powers
. "
Fang Qinglan's face turned icy cold; any slight pang of pity was replaced by overwhelming hatred. His eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said sharply
, "Three days later, Mo Yueding, a master from Tianwai Tower, will visit Cheng Zhixu, the master of Xiaoyao Pavilion. We will wait for him in 'The Valley'."
His words were as cold as a layer of ancient ice, devoid of any emotion, as if symbolizing the impending upheaval in the turbulent martial world
, with the shadow of bloodshed looming over the entire world.
Chapter
Six. Surrounded by perilous peaks and cliffs, sheer precipices rise thousands of feet. In the middle, a small valley is filled with ancient trees reaching for the sky, and a clear spring flows perpetually. This is
the "Valley," the path leading to Xiaoyao Pavilion on Misty Peak.
It was a dark night, utterly silent, with a sparse moonlight. A robust man of about forty years old strolled leisurely through this desolate
mountain valley, where no one else was to be seen.
He wore straw sandals, a straw hat, carried a wooden staff, and his coarse clothes reached his knees. At this moment, the shadows of the trees swayed, the forest was deep and secluded, and the occasional
mournful cry of a crow added to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere. The timid had already fled,
but the middle-aged man, who looked like an ordinary woodcutter, appeared relaxed and leisurely, gazing around and humming softly, seemingly admiring the surrounding
mountain scenery.
Surrounded by jagged rocks, the man suddenly stopped, staring intently at a dense grove of trees ahead. He raised an eyebrow and asked,
"Which friend is waiting for me here?"
Three figures appeared instantly, as if they had always been there. Their swift and agile movements caused the middle-aged man, surnamed Mo,
to frown inwardly.
One of the thinner men praised, "Brother Mo, you have excellent hearing! My brother here only accidentally blew away
a fallen leaf, and you noticed! I admire you greatly. You truly deserve the title of 'The One Cauldron of Heaven and Earth,'
Mo Yue Ding."
Mo Yue Ding pondered the identities of the three men before him, then clasped his hands in a fist salute and replied, "I dare not presume. May I ask
what brings you three to intercept me here so late at night?" The
middle man, a burly figure a head taller and with long arms and legs than the average person, smiled and said, "We heard that Brother Mo
is visiting Xiaoyao Pavilion with the priceless treasure 'Nine Cauldrons Box.' We brothers are unsophisticated country folk, unfamiliar with such treasures. We have long been
eager to see the 'Nine Cauldrons Box,' and have come here specifically to await Brother Mo. We wonder if Brother Mo would be so kind as to grant us a visit; we, Lu Xixing, would
be eternally grateful."
Mo Yue Ding remained expressionless, as if he had expected the man's words, but inwardly he was greatly shocked: "'Red Earth Thousand Miles
' Lu Xixing is one of the thirteen powerful figures of the 'Wind and Thunder Alliance,' currently dominating the underworld." He was ferocious, bloodthirsty, and ruthless,
having slaughtered over a hundred members of the Sui Shan Sect with his fierce and domineering "Five Thunderbolts." Even the most ruthless
underworld figures, who viewed life as worthless, trembled at his name and dared not approach him.
Eventually, he aroused public outrage, and the thirteen righteous sects dispatched their masters to intercept and kill him. Although Lu Xiyue suffered
severe injuries that the masters of each sect believed he could not survive, he ultimately escaped without a trace.
Unexpectedly, four years later, he returned to the martial world as the ruthless and powerful Thirteen Strategist of the Wind and Thunder Alliance, a figure who terrorized the underworld.
This was an escalation of his actions, a perverse and rebellious act. However, this time he was no longer alone; he had a powerful backer—
the support of the Wind and Thunder Alliance. The righteous factions could no longer openly encircle and suppress him as before. Lu Xiyue himself possessed formidable martial arts skills, making him one of the few
strong individuals in the world. Even among the righteous factions, apart from a few sect leaders, few could rival him. Therefore, for the time being, no one could do anything to him
.
In a flash, Mo Yueding coldly snorted, "So it's the Thousand Miles of Red Earth. No wonder you
're so arrogant, not taking me, Mo, seriously at all."
Lu Xiyue chuckled and said, "Brother Mo, you flatter me. If you were so easily defeated, why would my Wind and Thunder Alliance send
three of the Thirteen Strategists to challenge you? But rest assured, Brother Mo, we underworld people value rules above all else. Tonight
, if you don't know your place, I will personally experience your 'Jade Planting Technique' divine skill."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yueding said bitterly, "If the 'Nine Cauldrons Box' were my private property, I would certainly present it to Brother Lu with both hands .
But..."
The black-clad man who had spoken earlier chuckled strangely, "Rumor has it that Mo Yueding searched far and wide, across the desolate mountains and treacherous
valleys, obtaining 324 kinds of rare and precious medicinal herbs, and after twenty years of effort, refined them into the Nine Cauldrons Divine Pill. Brother Mo,
yet you say it's not yours? Isn't that blatantly deceiving us?"
Mo Yueding's thoughts raced, and he said frankly, "Although the Nine Cauldrons Pill is something I refined privately, it has long been designated by the Lord of this Pavilion
as one of the most precious treasures of the Heavenly Pavilion, and I am strictly forbidden from using it privately. I ask for your understanding regarding the difficulties I face!"
After coldly listening to Mo Yueding's explanation, Lu Xiyue's eyes flashed with murderous intent. She leaped into the air, laughing loudly, "I
knew Brother Mo would make so many excuses! You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup. My two brothers, step back for now, and I'll hold you off. Brother Mo, please take my
punch!"
As the other two men in black retreated, Mo Yueding had already prepared himself. A fist the size of a bowl, carrying
the force of a thunderbolt, hurtled towards him. It was a simple, unadorned punch, but a master like Mo Yueding
knew that this punch was seemingly simple yet incredibly skillful, containing countless variations. There was no way to retreat or avoid it except to meet it head-on. Mo
Yueding thought to himself, "This guy's abilities are truly astonishing!"
Chapter Eight
: The sun was setting in the west, the evening mist lingered, and a faint, icy moon appeared on the eastern horizon. Amidst the array of mountains,
verdant peaks, vast sea of clouds, and radiant mist, the sun and moon rose together, facing each other from afar, creating a magnificent spectacle.
The "Hanbi Tower" in Xiaoyao Pavilion atop Misty Peak offers a panoramic view of the clouds and mountains, making it an
ideal spot for appreciating spectacular scenery. However, the four people inside have lost their usual enthusiasm, their expressions solemn as
they listen intently to Luo Qianyu, who stands solemnly in the center of the hall, recounting his experiences on his journey back to the mountain.
Finally, Luo Qianyu recalled, "While the Wind and Thunder Alliance was fighting amongst themselves, Uncle Mo escaped and used all his strength
to kill the black-clad man who tried to take advantage of the chaos. Lu Xixing escaped severely injured, and Uncle Mo was also on the verge of death from exhaustion.
By the time I arrived, even with our sect's spiritual medicine, the 'Rejuvenation Pill,' it was useless. Uncle Mo hurriedly gave his instructions and then
passed away. I was delayed for a day because I had to deal with the aftermath." After speaking, he bowed his head and stood respectfully
to one side, waiting for his elders to speak.
The old man in the bamboo hat and cloth robe, sitting in the head seat in the center of the hall, with a cold expression, silently rose, revealing his imposing
figure. He put his hands behind his back and slowly walked to a spot a few feet in front of Luo Qianyu. He looked him up and down, his gaze bright but devoid of
any emotion, and said, "Nephew Luo, I have noticed that your aura and cultivation are quite different from before. Why is that?"
Luo Qianyu glanced sideways at his master, An Yupin, who sat alone on a sandalwood chair on the right side of the hall. Seeing her also looking puzzled and
attentive, he said calmly, "Uncle Mo knew his days were numbered and deeply regretted that his lifelong cultivation of divine skills had
been wasted. He forcibly transferred his power to his disciple and imparted some techniques, which greatly benefited him. Second
Uncle, you are wise!" The old man was none other than Luo Qianyu's second uncle, Shan Andao. Hearing this, he snorted but remained silent. His
seventh uncle, "Jade Dragon Swordsman" Nan Yan, sitting on the left, nodded in praise, "I have long heard
of the extraordinary skill of Tianwai Tower called 'Jade Planting,' which can transfer invisible force and is unparalleled in the martial arts world. Now, seeing that Junior Nephew Luo's skill is profound and no less than
ours, it is indeed well-deserved and its mysteries are beyond words."
Sitting to Nan Yan's left with a smile, Chong Xuanzi stroked his long beard, pondering to himself: " My seventh junior brother
is known throughout the martial arts world for his dashing and romantic nature, but few know that his passion for martial arts surpasses even his passion for romance. Hearing the extreme envy in his words, I wish
I could see the whole picture, but I'm too ashamed to ask a junior for guidance because of my status as his senior uncle."
Chong Xuanzi was a man of simple tastes, neither as eager for power as Shan Andao nor as obsessed with martial arts as Nan Yan. His heart
was pure and untainted by worldly affairs, yet he had mastered the "Azure Heaven Heart Method," a technique no one in his sect had ever achieved.
The "Azure Sea and Blue Sky" technique is one of the three great divine skills of the Xiaoyao Pavilion. It emphasizes vastness and tranquility, and its power is unparalleled. Even among
the predecessors of past generations, few have practiced it.
Chong Xuanzi smiled faintly and said, "Junior Brother, you have developed a variant of the 'Seven Swords of Tianyu' that is unheard of in the martial world. It can cut through enemy swords.
The 'Sinking Dragon Breaking Sword' that changes unpredictably in the air is not inferior to the 'Jade Planting Technique.' It is also a great achievement."
Nan Yan laughed heartily and said embarrassedly, "Compared to Senior Brother's wisdom and Dao heart, I, who have not been able to practice the 'Seven Swords of Tianyu'
and should have practiced the unorthodox 'Sinking Dragon Breaking Sword,' am like a small witch compared to a great witch. Senior Brother's praise makes me feel ashamed
."
An Yupin covered her mouth and said angrily, "Seventh Senior Brother is just being hypocritical. Everyone knows that when the Tianyu Sword is drawn, no one can stop or defeat
it. Such a wonderful skill is not something that can be easily understood. Apart from Senior Brother, the sect leader, many fellow disciples have not been able to master the Tianyu Sword
Qi." "Yet you alone have mutated the 'Sinking Dragon Broken Sword' from the Tianyu Sword. You're usually so arrogant, but now you
're feigning humility. I'd say you're just saying you're ashamed, but you're actually incredibly proud!"
He then ignored the now embarrassed and flustered Nan Yan, turning to look at the amused Luo Qianyu,
and solemnly admonished, "Now, Qianyu, you possess the martial arts of both the Xiaoyao Pavilion and Tianwai Tower, even if they are only a
small part, it has already benefited you immensely for life. Qianyu, you must cherish this rare opportunity and strive to improve,
so as not to let down your master's painstaking teachings."
Luo Qianyu nodded in agreement, saying, "Disciple will certainly remember Master's instructions."
Chapter Nine
After speaking first, Shan Andao, gazing at the night outside the building, interjected thoughtfully, "The Fenglei Alliance dares to cause trouble for Tianwai Tower
, how come they're not afraid of the thirteen righteous sects launching a full-scale attack? The inside story is probably not simple." It seems
a storm is brewing in the martial world!
Nan Yan, with his broad forehead, full cheeks, and refined air, slapped the table with his left hand and exclaimed, "Lu Xiyue dared
to openly ambush Mo Yueding at the foot of Misty Peak! She completely disregards Xiaoyao Pavilion! It's infuriating!"
An Yupin echoed fiercely, "Exactly! According to Qian Yu, Mo Yueding brought treasures to our pavilion, yet Lu
Xiyue snatched the 'Nine Cauldrons Box' right under our noses. Aside from our pavilion's reputation, we cannot explain this to Tianwai Tower either."
Shan Andao glanced at Chong Yunzi, who was stroking his beard and listening intently. Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, he pondered for a long time, then resolutely said, as if having made a decision
, "Qianyuan Zen Temple is the current convener of the thirteen righteous sects. This matter must be informed to Zen Master Zhishi." "I 'll
trouble Junior Brother Nan to make the trip to Mount Putuo. Also, I'll trouble Junior Sister An to take Junior Nephew Luo to Tianwai Tower to explain
the matter of Mo Yue Ding and express our sincere apologies for our lack of vigilance."
Seeing his three junior brothers and sisters listening attentively and nodding in agreement, he turned and walked out of the tower, continuing,
"Our Sect Leader is in seclusion cultivating the 'Seven Swords of Tianyu.' He will emerge soon, and at that time, everything will be decided by him.
I can also finally relinquish this burden I've carried for a year! Alright, everyone go back and prepare. We'll depart tomorrow morning. No need to come back
for farewell!"
Everyone hurriedly rose and watched Shan Andao leave. Chong Xuanzi and Nan Yan also bid farewell and departed, leaving An Yupin
and her disciple Luo Qianyu behind.
Seeing her master's ambiguous smile, Luo Qianyu was about to speak when An Yupin
withdrew her gaze from the direction where her senior brothers had disappeared. Suddenly, she let out a soft shout, her hands forming a lotus shape, her ten fingers moving in a circular motion, like blooming flowers. Waves of
energy, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes real, sometimes condensed, sometimes dispersed, attacked directly, enveloping the vital points of her chest and abdomen. She displayed
a ruthless and merciless demeanor, as if harboring deep hatred.
As An Yupin's only disciple, Luo Qianyu naturally recognized the power of this "Nine Heavens" finger energy.
Although "Nine Heavens" wasn't listed among the three great divine skills of the Xiaoyao Pavilion, it was no less formidable.
The most powerful aspect of this middle finger energy was its invisibility and lack of breath, its interplay of reality and illusion, its speed and delay controlled by the mind, making it difficult to defend against, and even possessing a somewhat insidious
quality.
Luo Qianyu knew her master was practicing this extraordinary skill, but she hadn't expected it to have reached such a high level of mastery. Suddenly
, with a faint hissing sound, nine layers of finger energy shot towards his vital points. He was greatly startled, wondering if he had inadvertently
revealed a flaw somewhere, allowing his observant master to discover the secret of his identity.
Before the thought was even finished, his body moved in a flash, naturally employing the "Great Thousand Divine Speed Escape" technique he had hastily learned in the past few days.
Appearing and disappearing in an instant, he was as nimble as a fish and as agile as a bird. Although he had not yet
fully grasped the subtleties of it, and was in a sorry state, he managed to evade the nine layers of finger energy with ease. Looking at Consort An Yu's astonished expression, Luo Qianyu cried out in a panic,
"Master, what mistake have I made that you must punish me like this?"
Consort An Yu showed a thoughtful and charming expression, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she said, "Don't overthink it. I just wanted to
test how much your skill has improved." Looking at Luo Qianyu, whom she usually knew so well, she asked in confusion,
"Did you learn this movement technique from Tianwailou? It seems familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before. I've never
had any dealings with anyone from Tianwailou in my life, it's really strange."
Luo Qianyu secretly broke out in a cold sweat. How could he have carelessly revealed the secret martial arts of the Demonic Sect?
If Consort An Yu had noticed anything amiss, all his hard work over the past few years would have been in vain! Alas, the martial arts of the Demonic Sect are indeed exquisite
and divine. Once you've dabbled in them, you're immediately captivated. These past few days, his mind has been entirely focused on figuring out the mysteries of the "Great Thousand Divine Escape Technique," and
he naturally used it when attacked. Filled with regret, he forced a smile, echoing Consort An's tone, "Master is indeed
knowledgeable and experienced; even the 'Flicking Sleeve Technique' of the Heavenly Pavilion couldn't escape your discerning eye."
Consort An, flattered and elated, adopted a relieved air, completely oblivious to
the numerous flaws in Luo Qianyu's hasty lie. She glared at him and huffed, "Always good at flattering. You little brat, your trip
was indeed quite fruitful; you even learned the Heavenly Pavilion's secret 'Flicking Sleeve Technique.' No wonder you could dodge my 'Nine
Heavens' finger strike!" 　　 Chapter
Ten
Luo Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief, then exclaimed with delight, "It really is 'Nine Heavens'! Master,
you've mastered 'Nine Heavens True Qi' so quickly? Congratulations, Master, on achieving this unparalleled skill! May it one day astound the world and spread the fame of my Xiaoyao Sect
. Your disciple can also share in the glory!"
An Yupin feigned anger, saying, "You have no ambition! All you ever think about is relying on Master's protection.
You have no manly spirit whatsoever. I'm so unlucky! Why did I steal Fourth Senior Brother's business and force myself to take in such an unambitious disciple like you!"
Luo Qianyu grinned, "It's too late for Master to regret it now. When will Master teach me
the extraordinary skill of 'Nine Heavens'?"
An Yupin then thrust out her ample bosom... With a slender finger pointing lightly, she saw that Luo Qianyu was startled, thinking she was about to be attacked again. She hurriedly
stood up, then gently brushed her hair aside, smiling sweetly, and admonished, "Don't bite off more than you can chew. You've just received the 　　Jade Seed and the Flicking Sleeve Techniques. These two extraordinary skills are no less powerful than my 'Nine Heavens,' and their difficulties are perhaps even greater. You absolutely cannot grasp their subtleties
in such a short time . Learning 'Nine Heavens' now will only harm you." She paused, 　　then continued softly, "Master is doing this for your own good. After some time, let's see if you can master the two divine skills of the Heavenly Pavilion. At that 　　time, Master will not hesitate to teach you everything I know." 　　 Luo Qianyu nodded in agreement, then hesitated to speak. 　　 Consort An Yu casually said, "What else do you want to say? It's getting late, and your second master has ordered us 　　to get up early tomorrow morning to travel to the Heavenly Pavilion." 　　 Luo Qianyu glanced around, then leaned closer to Consort An Yu. A faint, elegant fragrance filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but take 　　two deep breaths. He lowered his voice and said, "Master, besides meeting Master Mo and having a great stroke of luck on this trip away from the mountain, 　　I also met someone else. You would never guess who it is!" Consort 　　 An Yu frowned and scolded, "Who exactly is this mysterious person?" 　　 Luo Qianyu unconsciously leaned closer, gazing intently at Consort An Yu's sharply defined face and 　　her eyes, which seemed to radiate spiritual energy. He was captivated and at a loss for words. 　　 Consort An Yu seemed to sense something, and she leaned back, turning to walk to the window and looking out. Standing tall against the wind 　　in the boundless darkness, her robes and jade pendants fluttering, her long hair flowing freely, she appeared like a celestial being, beyond compare. 　　 Luo Qianyu suddenly realized what was wrong with him, wondering how he could have such a disrespectful thought towards the Master 　　. He felt utterly ashamed. Embarrassed, he quickly covered up his embarrassment, saying, "This disciple encountered Third Master Aunt!" 　　 An Yupin's body trembled, and she turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. "Lin Rongzhen?" she exclaimed. 　　 Seeing Luo Qianyu nod firmly, she clutched her chest and gasped, "Where did you see Junior Sister Lin? 　　Where is she now? What's her condition? Did you speak with her?" 　　 Luo Qianyu smiled bitterly, "Master, this disciple hasn't practiced 'Nine Heavens,' so I don't have nine mouths. I can't answer all at once..." 　　" So 　　 Consort An raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes, and said irritably, "You little rascal, you 　　've become so cunning after just one trip out, even trying to trick your master! Are you asking for a beating?" 　　 Luo Qianyu was secretly startled and hurriedly said that he dared not, and said urgently as if to atone for his sins, "This disciple 　　glimpsed a figure using our sect's 'Following the Wind' technique to quickly pass by in the 'One Line Gorge' path leading into the mountain. In the rush, it seemed to be Third Martial Aunt, but this disciple 　　could not be sure, so this disciple did not dare to report to Second Martial Uncle. It was not that this disciple intended to deceive him." 　　 It should be known that Shan Andao has always been extremely shrewd and narrow-minded, and he never shows his emotions. Since the sect leader Cheng Zhixu went into seclusion 　　before the New Year, he has been in charge of the daily affairs of Xiaoyao Pavilion, and his authority is very heavy. Needless to say, the disciples dare not disobey his words, and even his fellow 　　disciples are quite afraid of him.

Shan Andao and his sixth junior brother, Li Hanguang, once had a major argument for some unknown reason.
Li Hanguang refused to obey Shan Andao's orders, and the two fell out on the spot. Li Hanguang left in resentment and was never heard from again, causing a sensation in the martial arts world. Li Hanguang
had always been extremely domineering in Xiaoyao Pavilion, but Shan Andao forced him to leave. From then on, Shan Andao's word was law, and no one dared to provoke him .
Luo Qianyu, without confirming the facts, rashly spoke out,
knowing Shan Andao's consistently domineering style, which would surely incur his wrath and punishment. Therefore, Luo Qianyu only dared to secretly inform his gentle and kind master.
Consort An's mind raced, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Why did she, Third Junior Sister, come back? Hasn't she found
the person she's looking for yet?"
Luo Qianyu knew what her master was worried about. Lin Rongzhen had been forced back to the mountain, and Consort An, anxious
to test her newly mastered "Nine Heavens" technique, had ruthlessly repelled the pursuing Ming Chouzi in public, inadvertently injuring his
handsome face. This caused the proud and undefeated Ming Chouzi to immediately destroy two fingers of his left hand, vowing to master an
invincible divine skill and return to the mountain to avenge the humiliation of losing a finger, and to openly take away his beloved. At that time, Lin Rongzhen's resentful
and hateful eyes had chilled Consort An to the bone, a memory she would never forget. Having escaped the mountain, Lin
Rongzhen had clearly not found the wounded Ming Chouzi, and her appearance near her former sect was surely not a good sign; she would be difficult to deal with.
She comforted him, saying, "I didn't see clearly; perhaps it wasn't Third Master Aunt!" Luo Qianyu, the tenth disciple of Sword Howling Through the Nine Heavens
, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing this, she exclaimed joyfully, "It really is 'Nine Heavens'! Master's 'Nine Heavens True Qi'
has been mastered so quickly? Congratulations, Master, on achieving this unparalleled skill! One day, it will shake the world and spread the fame of my carefree spirit
. Your disciple can also benefit from it."
An Yupin feigned anger, saying, "You have no ambition! All you think about is relying on Master's protection. You have no manly spirit whatsoever
. I'm truly unlucky; why did I steal Fourth Master's business and forcibly take in such an unambitious disciple like you!"
Luo Qianyu grinned, "Now it's too late for Master to regret it. When will Master teach me
the extraordinary skill of 'Nine Heavens'?"
An Yupin raised a slender, shapely... With a flick of her slender finger, she saw Luo Qianyu startled, thinking she was about to be attacked again. She hurriedly
stood up, then lightly brushed her hair aside, smiling gently, and admonished, "Don't bite off more than you can chew. You've just received the Jade Seed and the Flicking Sleeve Techniques.
These two extraordinary skills are no less powerful than my 'Nine Heavens,' and perhaps even more difficult to understand.
You absolutely cannot grasp their subtleties in such a short time. Learning 'Nine Heavens' now will only harm you." She paused, then continued
softly, "Master is doing this for your own good. After some time, let's see if you can master the two divine skills of the Heavenly Pavilion. At that
time, Master will not hesitate to teach you everything."
Luo Qianyu nodded in agreement, then hesitated to speak.
Consort An Yu casually said, "What else do you want to say? It's getting late, and your second master has ordered us
to get up early tomorrow morning to travel to the Heavenly Pavilion."
Luo Qianyu glanced around, then leaned closer to Consort An Yu. A faint, elegant fragrance filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but take
two deep breaths. He lowered his voice and said, "Master, besides meeting Master Mo and having a great stroke of luck on this trip away from the mountain,
I also met someone else. You would never guess who it is!" Consort
An Yu frowned and scolded, "Who exactly is this mysterious person?"
Luo Qianyu unconsciously leaned closer, gazing intently at Consort An Yu's sharply defined face and
her eyes, which seemed to radiate spiritual energy. He was captivated and at a loss for words.
Consort An Yu seemed to sense something, and she leaned back, turning to walk to the window and looking out. Standing tall against the wind
in the boundless darkness, her robes and jade pendants fluttering, her long hair flowing freely, she appeared like a celestial being, beyond compare.
Luo Qianyu suddenly realized what was wrong with him, wondering how he could have such a disrespectful thought towards the Master
. He felt utterly ashamed. Embarrassed, he quickly covered up his embarrassment, saying, "This disciple encountered Third Master Aunt!"
An Yupin's body trembled, and she turned around, her eyes widening in surprise. "Lin Rongzhen?" she exclaimed.
Seeing Luo Qianyu nod firmly, she clutched her chest and gasped, "Where did you see Junior Sister Lin?
Where is she now? What's her condition? Did you speak with her?"
Luo Qianyu smiled bitterly, "Master, this disciple hasn't practiced 'Nine Heavens,' so I don't have nine mouths. I can't answer all at once..."
" So
Consort An raised her eyebrows, rolled her eyes, and said irritably, "You little rascal, you
've become so cunning after just one trip out, even trying to trick your master! Are you asking for a beating?"
Luo Qianyu was secretly startled and hurriedly said that he dared not, and said urgently as if to atone for his sins, "This disciple
glimpsed a figure using our sect's 'Following the Wind' technique to quickly pass by in the 'One Line Gorge' path leading into the mountain. In the rush, it seemed to be Third Martial Aunt, but this disciple
could not be sure, so this disciple did not dare to report to Second Martial Uncle. It was not that this disciple intended to deceive him."
It should be known that Shan Andao has always been extremely shrewd and narrow-minded, and he never shows his emotions. Since the sect leader Cheng Zhixu went into seclusion
before the New Year, he has been in charge of the daily affairs of Xiaoyao Pavilion, and his authority is very heavy. Needless to say, the disciples dare not disobey his words, and even his fellow
disciples are quite afraid of him.
Shan Andao and his sixth junior brother, Li Hanguang, once had a major argument for some unknown reason.
Li Hanguang refused to obey Shan Andao's orders, and the two fell out on the spot. Li Hanguang left in resentment and was never heard from again, causing a sensation in the martial arts world. Li Hanguang
had always been extremely domineering in Xiaoyao Pavilion, but Shan Andao forced him to leave. From then on, Shan Andao's word was law, and no one dared to provoke him .
Luo Qianyu, without confirming the facts, rashly spoke out,
knowing Shan Andao's consistently domineering style, which would surely incur his wrath and punishment. Therefore, Luo Qianyu only dared to secretly inform his gentle and kind master.
An Yupin's mind raced, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Why did she, Third Junior Sister, come back? Hasn't she found
the person she's looking for yet?"
Luo Qianyu knew what her master was worried about. Lin Rongzhen had been forced back to the mountain, and An Yupin, anxious to test her newly mastered "Nine
Heavens" technique, had ruthlessly repelled the pursuing Ming Chouzi in public, inadvertently injuring his
handsome face. This caused the proud and undefeated Ming Chouzi to immediately destroy two fingers of his left hand, vowing to master an
invincible divine skill and return to the mountain to avenge the humiliation of losing a finger, and to openly take away his beloved. At that time, Lin Rongzhen's resentful
and hateful eyes had chilled An Yupin to the bone, a memory she would never forget. Lin Rongzhen, who had escaped the mountain,
had clearly not found the injured Ming Chouzi, and her appearance near her former sect was surely not a good thing; she would be difficult to deal with.
She comforted her, "I didn't see clearly; perhaps it wasn't Third Junior Sister!"
Feeling her disciple's wicked, mischievous smile, feeling his familiar, strong body slowly press against her
, his hands encircling her slender waist, restlessly kneading her increasingly full breasts, An Yupin couldn't help but feel a surge of
desire.
Luo Qianyu chuckled evilly, "Without your disciple by your side, Master must have trouble sleeping at night, right?"
An Yupin rolled her eyes at him and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense! Don't you know where we are? If others
knew about our relationship, Master would be too ashamed to face anyone."
Luo Qianyu sneered, "She's just my woman. Sooner or later, I'll take you to 'The Hidden Paradise.'
Then we won't have any scruples!"
Hearing this, An Yupin remembered the feud between their sects and felt a chill run down her spine. This matter would have to be resolved sooner or later,
but it would either result in the complete defeat of the lovers or the annihilation of her sect. Which side did she really want to
win? In the past, she would have undoubtedly thrown herself into the war against the demons without hesitation. But
four months ago, on a certain night, everything changed completely.
Outside the Wuxin Pavilion of Xiaoyao Pavilion, a snow-white figure stared blankly at the moonlight. The night breeze stirred her loosely
tied long hair, a few strands of dark hair escaping the restraints of her purple jade hairpin dancing lightly. Against the backdrop of her
snow-white dress fluttering in the wind, she appeared exceptionally ethereal. Her features were exquisite, and her skin was as white and delicate as her white clothes.
Apart from her flowing hair and her plaintive dark eyes, she was entirely white. Her slightly parted lips seemed to be
telling a story to the sky.
Suddenly, a figure rapidly approached. From the familiar, swift movements, Consort An recognized
the figure at a glance as her only disciple, Luo Qianyu.
Consort An Yu turned to her disciple, who had approached, and frowned slightly, saying, "Qianyu, why aren't you resting so late
? Is there something urgent that you're calling me so urgently?"
Luo Qianyu, who had rushed over using the Xiaoyao Pavilion's unique "Whispers Following the Wind" lightness skill, was slightly out of breath and looked anxious as
she leaned down in front of Consort An Yu, opening her mouth to speak. Consort An Yu was wondering why her usually composed disciple
was so flustered when her Yunmen acupoint went numb and she collapsed to the ground.
Chapter Eleven
With a wicked smile, Luo Qianyu picked up her usually awe-inspiring and unapproachable master, her right hand gently encircling
the neck of the immobile Consort An Yu, while her left hand slowly began to untie the sash of her dress.
His nimble left hand half-untied the pink ribbon of Consort An Yu's dress, then eagerly slid inside.
The initial movements were quick, but slowed down once inside. Luo Qianyu's hand moved slowly, his palm gently
resting on Consort An Yu's soft, smooth abdomen, gradually moving downwards. His fingertips gently parted her
fine, hair-like pubic hair, tenderly touching the sensitive area of this mature woman.
Consort An Yu's face flushed instantly, trembling slightly in Luo Qianyu's arms, but she couldn't
express it. Instead, she was held even tighter, letting him caress her sensitive clitoris.
When Luo Qianyu satisfied his desires, his fingers began to rub Consort An Yu's perineum. The cold yet
alluring "Nine Heavens Phoenix" Consort An Yu was already overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations, her body going limp. If
she hadn't clung to him, her legs would have already slipped down.
With his left hand deftly enjoying An Yupin's warm, soft skin, Luo Qianyu wore a lewd smile. His
left hand, which had been gently rubbing, suddenly moved, lightly caressing and quickly kneading An Yupin's perineum, stroking
and teasing it. Warm currents slid into An Yupin's body, warming her lower abdomen as if a
fire were burning within her, eliciting soft moans from her.
A great weight lifted from Luo Qianyu's heart. He casually released her pressure points. Although he hadn't yet truly violated this pure
and ethereal fairy, he was almost certain that after this "handling," An Yupin would be unable to escape
the trap of burning desire. Soon, he would have this "Nine Heavens Phoenix" moaning and begging for mercy beneath him, her sweet breaths filling the air.
"You...you really are a big bad guy..." To Luo Qianyu's surprise, An Yupin didn't struggle at all after the acupoints were released,
letting Luo Qianyu play with her. Her cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms, and her small mouth kept panting in his ear.
"Don't...don't do it anymore..." She couldn't even open her eyes. Her voice was sweet and soft. Even if there were fairies
descending to earth, they wouldn't be as sweet as her. An Yupin, who was moaning softly and begging for mercy, felt Luo Qianyu's fingertips gently massaging
her perineum. Although it was soft and comfortable, it made An Yupin feel completely weak.
"Although I am your master, we are only a few years apart in age. A few years ago, you wanted to become a
disciple of Senior Brother Chongyunzi. At that time, I had just mastered the 'Nine Heavens' technique and, being a teacher, I forcibly took you
under my wing. Over the years, although we are master and disciple in name, we are actually very close. However, Master has always been mindful of our
master-disciple relationship and dared not..." An Yupin lowered her head shyly at this point. Not daring to look at
Luo Qianyu, who was smiling, she continued in a low voice after a while, "Actually, I had long suspected your identity from your actions
. Master didn't tell Senior Brother Headmaster, and was always thinking about how to secretly find out your true purpose... But Master
... Master never expected you to be so bold... to actually put Master in this situation."
"Really?"
"Mmm..." Opening her eyes, An Yupin took the initiative to kiss him, her beautiful eyes full of charm
.
"Qianyu... Master's heart has already been given to you. You won't laugh at Master for disregarding morality, will you?..."
"Of course. Although I really want it, I don't think you'd like to undress here, be
completely stripped naked, and become a real woman right here. Let's go inside and play properly on the bed!" Picking up
the disheveled, shy, and trembling "Nine Heavens Phoenix" An
Yupin, whose heart was filled with both anticipation and fear, Luo Qianyu slowly walked into the house.
Sitting in his lap, An Yupin's moans became even sweeter. Luo Qianyu's hands constantly caressed her sensitive
and delicate clitoris, his fingers gently tracing the inside of her wet and slippery vulva, making his fingertips sticky and slippery. Her vulva
contracted incessantly, expelling a few drops of sweet juice.
What made An Yupin even more shy and powerless was Luo Qianyu's Lushan claws, which had untied An Yupin's...
The tightly clasped collar of Consort An slipped inside her clothes, its heat caressing and kneading her breasts.
"Master...you're even more amazing than I imagined!" Luo Qianyu teased Consort An, gently licking
her soft earlobe.
Consort An was both ashamed and annoyed, yet her disciple's teasing made her heart flutter sweetly.
Luo Qianyu's hand seemed to possess boundless magic; a mere rub on Consort An's neck had already
softened her. This direct touch, with his warm palm, instantly ignited a burning desire within Consort An
. His hands gently caressed her breasts, kneading and pressing them with both lust and greed, causing Consort An
to gasp softly.
To Luo Qianyu's surprise, the bold choice of not wearing underwear was a given. An Yupin's clothes
were always snow-white and ethereal, covering her completely and concealing her beautiful figure. Even when he accidentally
glimpsed An Yupin's delicate body after her bath, he also noticed her long and straight jade legs.
But now Luo Qianyu discovered that besides her mesmerizing long legs, An Yupin's beautiful breasts were
even more alluring and voluptuous. Although he hadn't seen them in person, just from the feeling of rubbing and caressing them, he
knew that her breasts were too large to be grasped in one hand. They were soft and firm, and just touching them felt incredibly pleasurable. This made him slowly increase the pressure
in his hands, wantonly playing with An Yupin's full breasts. The intense sexual stimulation made An Yupin's whole body
hot. Those outstanding, firm breasts were not only tempting, but also incredibly sensitive. Even
when An Yupin accidentally touched them, the strange feeling made her uncomfortable for a long time. How much more so in the context of the taboo incestuous
relationship between master and disciple?
She fell into the man's arms, moaning softly, her hands weakly gripping his back.
An Yupin felt infinitely shy as he played with her breasts so freely. She wanted to stop him, yet she loved his caresses. She was completely
dizzy and powerless.
"Master, are you really sure?"
"It's...it's come to this...why are you still asking this...Qianyu..." Without even opening her eyes, An Yupin
responded coquettishly, though her heart was blank.
"Then you'd better be a good girl...be a good girl and undress in front of me, so that your disciple can properly appreciate
the beauty of the 'Nine Heavens Phoenix' body. I want to see my master, who is usually so reserved with men, undress in front of men, and look at her charming and seductive
appearance. Don't disappoint your disciple!"
"You...Qianyu...you're so bad..." Originally wanting to protest coquettishly, An Yupin could only utter a word of refusal before Luo Qianyu
's hands tightened their kneading, making An Yupin's whole body hot and tingling, and she couldn't disobey him even if she wanted to.
With a shy yet resentful glance, An Yupin stood gracefully before the bed. Between Luo Qianyu's legs, she
slowly removed her clothes, occasionally casting him a coquettish look. Her delicate body swayed slightly, truly captivatingly alluring
.
When An Yupin removed her last garment, revealing her full, high breasts,
Luo Qianyu whistled, almost wanting to embrace them. What beautiful breasts! They were both full and flawless,
high and rounded. With An Yupin's tense breathing, her light, leaping movements were even more alluring. Adding to this, An Yupin's skin
was crystal clear, her snow-white texture tinged with a slight pinkish hue. On her round, beautiful, proud breasts were
two delicate pink nipples, making her even more stunning.
"Is it...beautiful?" Completely naked, An Yupin felt parched. Luo Qianyu's eyes seemed
to burn with desire, his entire body radiating masculine heat, as if he wanted to melt her completely. At such close range, An
Yupin had no way to hide, forced to let him admire her like this. Yet, this shyness only made An Yupin, whose heart was already fluttering,
even more aroused.
"Of course...of course it's beautiful..." Luo Qianyu snapped out of his reverie, gently placing his hands on An Yupin's
pert, round buttocks. With a slight pull, he caused the naked An Yupin to fall into his arms, making her shyly
undress for him.
This time, Luo Qianyu's hands were busy. An Yupin felt her full, high breasts being
touched and squeezed by him, the intense pleasure searing her nerves, making her desire even more
uncontrollable.
Having maintained her chastity for nearly thirty years since birth, this was the first time An Yupin had been so greedily
caressed by a man. The man's methods were perfectly timed; while causing her discomfort, he
stopped just short of her limit, letting pleasure and pain mingle wildly within her, leaving her both joyful and tormented.
Holding An Yupin, he fell onto the bed, his mouth and hands working in tandem, leaving
caresses on every inch of her skin. His technique was superb, and An Yupin, already aroused, was completely
overwhelmed by his skillful caresses. His frivolous words and actions only intensified her shyness.
Luo Qianyu was so rude and lewd in his manipulation, as if he wanted to defile An Yupin's body and soul . But An Yupin knew this outcome from the beginning; she had already fallen 　　hopelessly
in love with her apprentice, Luo Qianyu . 　　 At this moment, An Yupin was completely immersed in love and desire. 　　She didn't find his frivolous and lewd words and actions, which she had never heard before, repulsive; on the contrary, she welcomed them wholeheartedly. 　　 Her entire body had been caressed and kissed countless times by him, and An Yupin felt her desire had reached 　　its peak. Finally, Luo Qianyu made his move. 　　 He gently parted An Yupin's legs, his fingers lightly combing the moist pubic 　　hair outside her vulva. At the same time, An Yupin's hand touched Luo Qianyu's magnificent member. Upon touching it, An Yupin almost recoiled. His desire was so fiery, so intense; how many 　　women would have to break down 　　to extinguish this natural treasure ! 　　 "Are you scared?" 　　 "Scared...scared..." Gently caressing Luo Qianyu's strong genitals, An Yupin knew that soon her disciple's enormous 　　genitals would invade her body, thrusting and churning to their heart's content. It wasn't just about deflowering An Yupin, but also 　　about completely shattering her sense of shame, making her a prisoner of her disciple under this genital. But An Yupin had truly fallen in love 　　with him, and even with such a weapon, she was willing to endure it.

"Master is mentally prepared... Qianyu... good brother... please do Master as much as you want... even if it hurts, Master
can bear it..."
"Don't be afraid, it will definitely hurt, but I will make you feel good immediately, and afterwards you will definitely feel it
endlessly, I guarantee you won't regret it." Gently kissing An Yupin's delicate red lips, Luo Qianyu arched his back, letting
An Yupin's jade hands guide his penis, step by step into her little hole. When An Yupin's wet
labia touched that huge treasure, she instinctively shrank back, but under Luo Qianyu's careful caresses, An
Yupin's heart opened again. She hummed softly, her slender hands gently guiding his penis, along the wet and sticky surface,
letting Luo Qianyu enter her.
Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, An Yupin moaned softly. Luo Qianyu's penis was really too thick. Although
her little hole was already flowing with love, An Yupin still became nervous about to bear that extraordinary talent.
Even so, An Yupin did not stop him. Although he was quite uncomfortable from being stretched by his enormous size, Luo Qianyu
did not rush to thrust all the way in. Instead, he slowly entered, gently scraping inside An Yupin's vagina. This scraping
made An Yupin feel extremely comfortable. The burning pleasure made An Yupin forget the pain and made her vagina even wetter.
She gently moved her slender waist, swallowing him little by little. Luo Qianyu did not disappoint her. With each
inch he went in, he gently rotated, caressing An Yupin's tender vaginal walls with his sex toy. His flirtatious words and actions were
never lacking, making her whole body immersed in sweetness. At this moment, An Yupin was truly happy and her whole body was melting.
Sweetly kissing An Yubin, his tongue deftly danced with hers, savoring her fragrant scent
, Luo Qianyu slowly entered her. Whenever An Yubin frowned and cried out in pain, he would pause briefly, caressing
her soft, smooth skin. Only after An Yubin shyly agreed would he proceed further. Although not quickly,
this tenderness was also a pleasure for him. An Yubin, this "Nine Heavens Phoenix," was not only
alluring for her virginity; her figure was slender and beautiful, her skin soft and delicate, especially her full, high breasts.
Whether touched or licked, the pleasure she brought him was first-rate. Luo Qianyu was naturally not in a hurry. He leisurely
enjoyed every inch of An Yubin's delicate body, slowly letting the flames of desire burn within her until she forgot herself.
This was the first time that the aloof and elegant beauty of Xiaoyao Pavilion had been violated by a man. Every time he gently caressed and
kneaded, every time he kissed, licked, and sucked, he plunged An Yupin into a wonderful sensual experience that was a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. She
asked him shyly and coquettishly, wanting him to gradually invade her body.
He deliberately slowed his pace, allowing the beauty beneath him to better withstand his tender caresses. When Luo Qianyu finally broke
An Yupin's delicate hymen and deeply inserted his erotic device into her flower, gently sipping the sweet
nectar, An Yupin had already melted, even her bones felt soft and weak. She could feel Luo Qianyu gently
sucking at her, drawing her essence little by little from her most delicate and sensitive place. An Yupin did not
know that this was the "Yin-Yang Dual Divine Power," a secret technique of the Demonic Sect, which would cause her virgin yin to uncontrollably gush
out, allowing him to take it all. This pleasure was truly too wonderful, truly a state of ecstasy, and An
Yupin could not resist it.
With her slender waist swaying, willow-leaf eyebrows delicately arched, and face as beautiful as a peach blossom, An Yupin responded with a seductive allure. She yielded to Luo Qianyu's gentle thrusts
, repeatedly revealing her most vulnerable parts, letting his penis suckle with either the gentle touch of a feather or the fierce ferocity of a wolf
. The pleasure of her primordial essence was so exquisite that it made An Yupin's heart soar.
Finally, she tightly held his tongue in her mouth, letting her moans of climax echo within it, before
collapsing limply and alluringly.
Seeing An Yupin's exquisite pleasure, Luo Qianyu couldn't bear to be too rough. He released his breath, feeling
a surge of pleasurable release, causing An Yupin to moan beautifully once more. Her long legs wrapped around him, allowing
Luo Qianyu's hot semen to flow freely into her flower.
"Is it beautiful? My good master?"
"Beautiful...absolutely wonderful...Master has never...never felt so comfortable...it feels like I'm ascending to heaven
...good disciple...you're amazing..." Her beautiful eyes, brimming with allure, were barely open. An Yupin offered a kiss,
letting her soft body sink into his arms, immersed in the afterglow of her climax. She was almost completely limp,
unable to move a single finger.
"Is that so?" Luo Qianyu, holding the naked, slightly sweaty An Yupin, rolled her over and pulled
her face towel from under her buttocks. The originally snow-white silk was stained with a patch of crimson and waves of half-dried fluid,
An Yupin's proof of purity completely imprinted on it.
Luo Qianyu smiled smugly, his hands gently massaging An Yupin's wet, bare back.
Such caresses after an orgasm were particularly drowsy, and coupled with the fact that she had just had a lot of her yin essence extracted, the exhausted An
Yupin especially wanted to sleep.
An
Yupin, just waking up, wanted to stretch, but remembering she was still in Luo Qianyu's arms, she resisted
. She opened her slightly sleepy eyes; Luo Qianyu was indeed still asleep, his hands still wrapped
around her back, determined not to let her go.
Not daring to move, An Yupin pressed her soft cheek against his bare chest, letting out a soft moan. It
was so warm! Without even moving, An Yupin could feel that she
was completely different after losing her virginity. Her whole body was soft and weak, as if he had drained much of her strength. Although Luo Qianyu hadn't been very vigorous last night , and even though An Yupin, being a first-timer, hadn't experienced much pain, 　　there was still a strange sensation
in her vagina , making her feel languid. 　　 Gently biting her teeth, An Yupin tried circulating her internal energy. She felt a soft, burning sensation in her perineum 　　, spreading throughout her body with the flow of her inner force. It burned her both comfortingly and painfully; her delicate skin longed for him to knead 　　it more thoroughly to quell her desire. 　　 However, upon circulating her energy, An Yupin discovered that she had lost a significant portion of her Nine Heavens True Qi; at least two or three tenths of her inner 　　force had been depleted along with her virginity. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. She wondered who this wicked disciple of hers was, 　　disregarding even the proper order of master and disciple, and possessing such bizarre martial arts skills.

Feeling the unconscious movement of his hands, An Yupin realized Luo Qianyu was about to wake up. Her face
flushed involuntarily, and she pretended to be asleep against his chest.
A glimmer of light appeared outside her eyelids. Luo Qianyu's hands moved slightly, and a soft female body still
slept soundly in his arms. Her skin was as smooth as satin, and the sensation of stroking it felt almost melting, a soft,
warm fragrance tinged with a subtle heat.
Opening his eyes, Luo Qianyu smiled slightly. He gently shifted his body, making
the languid woman in his arms more comfortable.
His hands gently caressed An Yupin's slightly sweaty, bare back as he tenderly embraced
her naked body.
Without even looking, Luo Qianyu could feel the traces of last night's fierce battle on the sheets beneath him.
His master, An Yupin, as noble and pure as a flower, must have had a rough night. He gazed tenderly at her sweet
sleeping face, his fingers gently brushing away the damp hair that fell before her eyes. His mind couldn't help but drift back to the previous night.
Slowly recalling everything, a triumphant smile spread across Luo Qianyu's lips.
"Master, you're so adorable!" he whispered in An Yupin's ear, gently lifting her
slender hand and caressing her delicate fingertips. How those ten slender fingers had so softly gripped
his arm and back last night, yearning for his conquest—it all seemed so fresh and sweet in his memory! He kissed An Yupin gently
, his kisses moving down her cheek. Her long, delicate neck was like a flower bud, and the sensation of his lips on her neck
was even more pleasurable than any caress.
His tongue moved further and further down, and An Yupin, who was pretending to be asleep, felt an increasing tingling and pleasure. Just last night, he had
thoroughly "eaten" her, leaving her feeling weak and listless. She hadn't expected that after a night of pleasure, Luo Qianyu
would make his move on her again, and with such intense desire. His tongue on An Yupin's breasts quickly evolved from
gentle licking and sucking, like savoring rose petals, into passionate kisses and sucks. A fierce and wild fire
ignited within An Yupin, making it impossible for her to pretend to be asleep any longer.
The virginal desires he had stirred within her last night seemed to reignite. An Yupin held Luo Qianyu's head in her hands,
moaning softly.
An Yupin quickly became wet, probably because she had already been "baptized" by the man's desire; her sensitive body
quickly adapted to the burning sensation, and the fire burned even more intensely.
Although she feigned shyness and reluctance,
An Yupin had already circulated her inner energy, and a wisp of the strange true energy from the demonic sect's divine skill, "Yin Yang Dual Divine Power," was already running within her, causing her to instinctively crave it. An Yupin could no longer resist; her slender
legs anxiously wrapped around his waist, and her delicate hands, disregarding shame and propriety, actively pressed against
his genitals, guiding them inside.
After the act of lovemaking, a woman becomes increasingly prone to climax and pleasure, especially
a woman like An Yupin, whose innate sensuality had always been veiled by a noble and aloof exterior. Once that exterior was broken, her desire
was even more irresistible.
Before long, Consort An Yu had fallen into a state of frenzied pleasure. Provoked by Luo Qianyu,
she turned around and straddled him, letting his erotic device deeply burn her sensitive flower. As her alluring
body twisted and swayed, her sensitive spring was repeatedly scratched by him with a mixture of light and heavy strokes. Each
scratch made Consort An Yu cry out in pleasure, and her spring flowed freely, gushing onto his body.
Although she had experienced it once, An Yupin was still too naive in this regard. Coupled with her intense
enjoyment, her naivety was repeatedly shattered by the man. She reveled in the pleasure of being conquered, and
soon the roles were reversed. An Yupin, pinned beneath Luo Qianyu, was completely limp from the pleasure, powerless to resist
. He, on the other hand, was at his zenith. Although he was still restraining himself from forceful penetration, his size and heat were already
overwhelming for An Yupin. Her delicate bud, having just been ravaged by the bees, was immediately conquered again by his powerful thrusts.
Before long, An Yupin was once again transported to a blissful paradise.
"You…you're so bad…so bad…" Completely exhausted, An Yupin's eyes were glazed with pleasure as she
moaned softly in his ear. Her weak moans were filled with immense satisfaction. The languid An Yupin
stretched her body limply, letting him hold her tightly, refusing to let go.
"Master, don't you like me like this?"
"How...how could I not like it..." An Yupin offered another sweet kiss,
throwing away all her "Nine Heavens Phoenix" reserve and aloofness, and all her dignity as a master.
"Since you like it too, then your disciple won't hold back!"
Knowing that Luo Qianyu's "not holding back" meant he would no longer pity An Yupin's budding beauty, and would
ravage her body, playing with her until she was exhausted.
"Master...Master understands...okay Qianyu, do as you please...Master asks you for two...two things..."
"What are they? If you serve me well enough, perhaps I'll agree." Luo Qianyu
kissed her luscious red lips deeply, only releasing them after a long time. He saw An Yupin beneath him panting, her celestial face
flushed like mist, incomparably alluring.
"One is...don't rush...don't rush to kill your master...so that your master can serve you...ah!" A sweet
and charming cry rang out. An Yupin closed her eyes, feeling his erotic device, still deeply inserted into her vagina, acting up again,
sucking like it was opening its mouth, making An Yupin feel blissful, as if she had ascended to heaven again.
"And the second one?" Deliberately playing tricks on An Yupin's body, making her addicted to lust and unable to extricate herself, although she was in
pain, she couldn't say a word of resistance or begging for mercy. Luo Qianyu smiled lewdly. He knew that this stunningly
beautiful woman could no longer escape his grasp.
"The...second one is...ah...so comfortable...Qianyu..."
"Master, you just keep saying it's comfortable, I don't know what you want!"
"So...so beautiful...so great...ah...good Qianyu...good brother...Master...please...let Master speak
..."
He played with An Yupin again, making her beg for mercy in a soft voice. After making An Yupin feel good again,
Luo Qianyu finally released her grip. An Yupin, still groaning, was nearly unconscious. With great difficulty, she
managed to speak, albeit shyly.
"Qianyu, tell your master, who exactly are you? Why are you an undercover agent at Xiaoyao Pavilion?"
Luo Qianyu hesitated for a long time before resolutely saying, "I am
the son of Luo Yeze, the former leader of the Demonic Sect, 'Demon Lord'."
Before An Yupin could speak, he placed his hands on her waist and slowly channeled his inner energy. The gentle flames quickly
captivated her.
Her moans grew increasingly seductive. Luo Qianyu, using the wicked techniques of the Demonic Sect, teased her relentlessly,
causing her reason to crumble once more in the face of instinctive pleasure. An Yupin was unwilling to resist; her desire was so
intense and unbearable. Her whole body was weak and powerless; only her primal impulses were so wild, making her thirst for unbridled
release once more
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