【Ancestor of Hehuan】(02)

Chapter Two: A Turning Point
A passionate voice rang out again: "We cultivators, when faced with difficulties, should unite as one to overcome them. How
can we vent our anger on a weak woman?"
Zhang Fan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with a unique aura emerge from the crowd.
He was eight feet tall, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, dressed in a blue scholar's robe, exuding an aura of
righteousness.
This was a Confucian cultivator, Zhang Fan thought. Cultivators were generally divided into Buddhist, Taoist, and Demonic categories, but
there were some special cultivators who did not belong to this category, among whom were the renowned Confucian cultivators.
Unlike ordinary cultivators who viewed mortals as ants, Confucian cultivators cultivated righteousness, were upright and honorable,
and acted directly according to their conscience. If they weren't so few in number, they would certainly be on par with Buddhist, Taoist, and Demonic cultivators.
The woman in pink, seeing the blue-robed Confucian cultivator come to her rescue, gave him a grateful look and stopped sobbing. Most of the cultivators
, primarily Daoist cultivators, felt ashamed upon hearing his words. The crowd quieted down, staring intently
at the blue-robed scholar, hoping he might have a solution to their predicament.
The blue-robed scholar cupped his hands and said, "I am Ouyang Xu, greetings to all fellow Daoists."
Most people didn't react, still staring blankly at him.
Ouyang Xu felt somewhat embarrassed; the hopeful gazes of the crowd focused on one person were quite oppressive. However,
he quickly composed himself and raised his voice, "Do you all think we are doomed?"
This time, there was a reaction from the crowd, and they began to discuss among themselves.
After a while, a plump cultivator who seemed to represent them stepped forward, cupping his hands and saying, "Does Brother Daoist have a
way to get us out of this danger?"
His words carried seven parts doubt, two parts helplessness, and only one part belief.
The path of cultivation is harder than ascending to heaven. Opening
the meridians, opening the body, opening the acupoints, opening the spirit, and opening the mystic are the five levels of a cultivator.
Generally speaking, cultivators who have reached the Meridian and Body stages make up the vast majority in this world. Those who have reached the Aperture stage are considered powerful figures
, while those who have reached the Spirit stage are all legendary figures, powerful figures in their own right. As for the peerless experts of the Profound Realm, they stand at
the very top of the pyramid in this world, holding the power of life and death over everyone and the direction of this world.
If the Soul-Hooking Ancestor, a Spirit-level cultivator, were at his peak, he could almost sweep through all the sects of the Yan Kingdom.
This is also the reason for everyone's despair. However, Ouyang Xu is an extremely rational person. He asked, "The
Soul-Hooking Ancestor is rumored to have reached the highest level of the Spirit stage. Now it seems that he needs the flesh and blood of cultivators to heal his injuries.
Why is he not capturing those elder-level figures, or even those at the Body stage, but instead capturing us, these minor cultivators who have only reached the Meridian stage
?"
As soon as he said this, everyone fell into deep thought.
A burly man with a full beard excitedly slapped his thigh and shouted, "You mean... the Old Demon is
severely injured and is even struggling to deal with cultivators at the Body Transformation level?"
His reminder immediately stirred up a commotion in the crowd. So the Old Demon wasn't invincible after all, and many
people's eyes lit up with joy.
"Hmph, wishful thinking! The power of a Spiritual Realm cultivator is beyond your comprehension. Even if the Old Demon is on his last breath,
he can still annihilate us all!"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, sobering the excited crowd. Someone retorted, "Then why
doesn't the Old Demon capture some high-level cultivators, or devour us all? Wouldn't that be faster?"
"Good question!" Ouyang Xu shouted, "I'm ninety percent certain that the Old Demon's Heavenly Tribulation has arrived!"
"So, we won't die!"
Boom!
This statement was even more intimidating than the previous one, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Zhang Fan, hidden in the crowd,
relaxed his brow. The words "Heavenly Tribulation" had become the hope of everyone present. With
the Heavenly Tribulation approaching, killing was forbidden!
This is a well-known truth among all cultivators, especially demonic cultivators. They commit countless sins, and their heavenly tribulations are often extremely
fierce. When suppressing the heavenly tribulation, killing even a few people might cause it to subside. The higher the level of those killed
, the more ferocious the heavenly tribulation will be. This is why the old demon only dares to capture low-level cultivators at the Meridian Opening stage.
Heaven has a virtue of cherishing life; this is Heaven's constraint on cultivators.
Thinking this way, the old demon's irrationalities become understandable, and the young cultivators all cast admiring
glances at him.
Zhang Fan also gave Ouyang Xu a few special looks, thinking to himself: This is a remarkable person, so observant. But
wouldn't the old demon hear what he said?
As if to confirm Zhang Fan's thoughts, a loud laugh was heard, and everyone looked up.
A blurry phantom appeared in the air, gradually becoming more solid, finally transforming into
the appearance of the Soul-Hooking Ancestor.
Divine Sense Transformation!
Zhang Fan couldn't help but recall this legendary supernatural power, rumored to be wielded only by those at the Spirit Communication level, and his
thirst for this wondrous world intensified. "
If I don't die, I must reach the level of the Soul-Hooking Ancestor; only then will my journey in this world have been worthwhile." Zhang
Fan silently set this goal, his eyes shining with even greater determination.
The Soul-Hooking Ancestor's true spirit swept across the area below. Although it wasn't his true form, this time he unleashed
his oppressive power without restraint, causing everyone to collapse to the ground, unable to resist.
"Boy, your name is Ouyang Xu, right? You're quite good; you've shown me the value of talent."
"Not bad. My
Heavenly Tribulation is about to begin. Having killed several of you before, I'm already finding it difficult to suppress the tribulation. So, at least until I recover, you are safe!"
Everyone wore relieved smiles, but Zhang Fan felt something was amiss. Was this old demon really so
easy to talk to? He turned his gaze to Ouyang Xu and found that he too showed suspicion.
Sure enough. The Soul-Hooking Ancestor paused, then said, "Therefore, I won't kill you, but I've
decided to take five disciples from among you."
"Heh heh, I, your ancestor, roam the world freely. To be my disciples is
a blessing you couldn't attain in eight lifetimes!"
What?!
Zhang Fan's head exploded. Poisonous, too poisonous!
The Soul-Hooking Ancestor was a giant of the demonic path, and among Buddhism, Taoism, and demonism, the demonic path was the most ruthless and vicious .
Sects typically have the fewest disciples, but that's because those with insufficient cultivation are refined or
killed by their fellow disciples.
The Old Demon only accepts five disciples, meaning that of the hundreds present, only five can survive! The essence of the remaining
people's flesh and blood will naturally be consumed by the Old Demon, and the fate of the five surviving disciples will
be in his hands.
Zhang Fan knew his cultivation was only at the fifth level of the Meridian Opening stage, placing him in the upper-middle tier among everyone, yet
his chances of survival were still very low.
Not only Zhang Fan, but many others realized this at the same time, and everyone's faces turned deathly pale
.
The Soul-Hooking Ancestor was satisfied with the crowd's reaction. Even if he couldn't kill you, so what? You'd still obediently kill
each other.
"Don't be afraid, everyone! The Old Demon can't kill us anyway, so why should we be afraid of him?" Some reckless
fool shouted from the crowd.
Foolish! Zhang Fan cursed inwardly. If he couldn't kill you, could he at least turn you into an idiot?
Hmph! The Soul-Hook's face turned cold. A flash of red light appeared in his eyes, and a scream erupted from the crowd. A
short cultivator, his body billowing smoke and enveloped in demonic flames, rolled on the ground, letting out earth-shattering
screams. The spasms in his facial muscles revealed the agony he was enduring.
The old demon bared his sharp fangs and sneered, "You certainly won't die. How could I, your ancestor, bear to let
someone as clever as you die? You can survive for at least ten years under my Netherflame." 　　A collective gasp filled the air. Judging from the man's condition, he was clearly in excruciating pain,
and 　　to consciously endure this for ten years was a hundred times more cruel than murder! 　　Now, no one dared to harbor any illusions. Although the old demon couldn't kill them, he had a thousand ways to deal with them 　　. 　　The old demon's true spirit gradually dissipated, and he chuckled sinisterly, "I'll let you have one night. Tomorrow at noon, that will be 　　the time for me, your ancestor, to test you!" 　　Everyone cursed the old demon as a freak, but the cultivators who had been gathered together spontaneously 　　dispersed, warily eyeing each other. 　　Only five people could become the old demon's disciples; what if someone made a move tonight? 　　A deep worry rose in Zhang Fan's heart: Tonight, it seems, will not be peaceful. 　　 ************************************************************************** 　　Meanwhile, in Zhangzhou, a major city in the Yan Kingdom, a tense atmosphere filled a huge mansion in the city center. 　　 All 　　the maids and servants trembled with fear, lest they accidentally say something wrong and break something, incurring their master's wrath. 　　From the master's room, the sounds of women weeping and pleading could be heard intermittently. 　　"Master, you must save Fan'er! He's your only son. If something happens to him, 　　I won't live either!" "Master, Fan'er is the hope of our Zhang family. If something happens to him, the Zhang family will no longer 　　be ruled by 　　your branch !" 　　The woman's voice in the room was exceptionally mournful, yet soft and gentle, stirring up all sorts of fantasies. 　　After a while, a dignified male voice came from inside the room. 　　"Alright, alright, stop arguing. I'm more worried than anyone else about Fan'er's disappearance. Go back and rest. Cultivators should 　　avoid extreme joy or sorrow; it's detrimental to their future cultivation." 　　"What use is this cultivation without Fan'er?" 　　Despite saying this, the woman still emerged from the head of the household's room. 　　She wore a pale yellow palace dress, delicate embroidered shoes, and her hair was styled in an incomparably noble "Jinghu" bun, 　　adorned with a jade-green hairpin. Her graceful movements gave the impression that she was about to ascend to heaven 　　. 　　Suddenly, the woman raised her head, revealing a face of breathtaking beauty. Her face was unbelievably young, appearing 　　to be only in her early twenties: delicately arched eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a smooth, jade-like chin, and tightly closed cherry lips. 　　Noble, elegant, and beautiful! Yet, a faint sadness lingered on her face, making one instinctively want to 　　hold her close and cherish her. Anyone who saw her would be awestruck, captivated. 　　This woman was Zhang Fan's mother: Su Feiying. Once the most beautiful woman in Zhangzhou, a forty-year-old expert at the Tongqiao realm 　　—remarkably young considering the three-hundred-year lifespan of Tongqiao experts. Even Gouhun, 　　a genius demon renowned throughout the continent, only reached the Tongqiao realm in his fifties. 　　Su Feiying was both a cultivation genius and incredibly beautiful, a woman of both talent and beauty. Therefore, despite her ordinary family background, she was able to 　　become the legitimate wife of the head of the Zhang family, one of the four great families of Yan Kingdom, and also the wife of one of the few non-royal princes in Yan Kingdom. ( 　　Only the heads of the four great families are considered non-royal princes.) 　　Ten days ago, Zhang Fan went hunting in the forest outside Zhangzhou City and has been missing ever since, much to the dismay of his mother, Su Feiying 　　. Now, preoccupied with her child, she hurried towards her courtyard. 　　"Madam!" 　　A shout startled Su Feiying from her daze. She looked up and saw it was Old Liu, the head steward of the manor, who managed 　　many affairs and wielded considerable power. Although Su Feiying was exhausted and longed to rest, she didn't want to offend this 　　powerful figure in the manor. She said indifferently, "What business does Steward Liu have with me?" 　　Old Liu's name was Gui, but his appearance was ordinary; he looked to be in his forties. However, as a cultivator, one couldn't judge 　　age by appearance. Although cultivators were few in the royal manor, Su Feiying didn't believe that Old Liu, second only to the king, 　　would be a weak mortal. 　　Old Liu, however, was unusually respectful: "The master is worried about Madam's safety and sent me to protect her." 　　Su Feiying snorted coldly. What safety could she possibly have in the Prince's mansion? He was clearly afraid she would go out to find Fan'er. However, she 　　also knew it was for her safety. Although the Prince's mansion held immense power in Yan Kingdom, it also had many enemies. She didn't 　　speak and quickly left. Steward Liu Gui silently followed Madam with his head down. Occasionally, he would look up, and Su Feiying 　　's pert buttocks would sway incessantly before his eyes. He secretly used his internal energy to suppress the strong reaction in his lower body 　　, but the occasional glints in his eyes were extremely lewd and eager.

"The head of the family usually forbids men from contacting the women in the inner quarters. Even I haven't had many opportunities to spend time with the madam.
Hmph, I must seize this opportunity!"
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Exhausted
both physically and mentally, Su Feiying needed to relax. For a woman, sometimes a bath is
the best way to unwind.
"Yuxi, prepare me, I want to take a bath." Su Feiying's red lips parted slightly, revealing her pearly white teeth.
"Yes, Madam."
The maid named Yuxi curtsied and silently withdrew.
Half an hour later, Su Feiying found herself in a spacious, damp room. The room was surrounded by
beautifully painted landscapes. At first glance, the paintings seemed ordinary, but if a cultivator looked closely, they would notice that the mountains, rivers, insects, and fish in the paintings
moved slowly, emitting faint glows. Clearly, they were protected by a magical array to prevent cultivators from peeking through with their spiritual senses.
In the very center stood a jade pool large enough for dozens of people to bathe in.
The pool was entirely constructed of low-grade spirit stones, and the bottom contained hundreds of mid-grade spirit stones. Under the influence of a magical array at the bottom of the pool,
precious spring water collected from Yuehua Mountain, the largest spiritual mountain in Zhangzhou, slowly increased in temperature, causing a thick layer of steam to rise from the surface.
If ordinary cultivators were to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly exclaim how extravagant it was. While the jade
pool only contained a few hundred mid-grade spirit stones, there were still tens of thousands of low-grade spirit stones, their combined value exceeding
one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones. (One mid-grade spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred low-grade spirit stones, and one high-grade spirit stone is equivalent to one hundred
mid-grade spirit stones.)
One hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones was comparable to the entire fortune of an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator. However, the jade pool's effects were
remarkable; it not only slowed down the aging of a cultivator's skin but could even slightly strengthen their physical body.
Only the Zhang family, one of the four great families of Yan, could afford such extravagance. However, the Zhang family only had two such jade pools
, and only the head of the family and his female relatives were entitled to use them. Even Zhang Fan, the head of the family who had disappeared,
could not use them easily.
The maid Yu Xi, petite in stature, wore a red bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks, her bare, snow-white thighs exposed, her clean,
smooth jade feet touching the floor of the room. She walked behind Su Feiying's graceful figure, preparing to help her change.
Just then, a faint divine sense passed through the room's magic array, crouching in a corner of the room without
causing any disturbance.
In a secluded room several hundred feet away from the jade pool, the steward, Old Liu, kept his eyes closed (cultivators can also open their eyes when using divine sense
, it's a matter of personal habit), but his lips were parted in a wide grin. He was extremely excited; finally,
could he see the lady's body? Thinking of this, even the seemingly honest man couldn't help but reveal a lewd smile: "My
lady, you would never guess how much my skill has improved. This Jade Pool formation is nothing but a
decoration to me.
" Liu Gui silently lurked around Su Feiying with his divine sense, anticipating the next move from the maid Yu Xi.
Yu Xi first untied the yellow belt around Su Feiying's waist
, completely opening her pale yellow palace dress to reveal her pink undergarment. Then she removed the hairpin from Su Feiying's hair, loosened her elaborate hairstyle, and
her beautiful black hair flowed freely. The beautiful palace lady, her clothes half-undone, her long hair dancing, was quite alluring.
In the secluded room, Old Liu couldn't help but swallow hard, his lower body hardening with an unusually rapid speed
, pushing his trousers high.
Su Feiying spread her arms slightly to the sides as her maid, Yuxi, completely removed her palace attire. Then,
she untied the drawstring at the back of her bodice, which fell to the ground with a snap. Completely naked, Su Feiying
stretched gracefully, displaying her alluring figure to Yuxi and Lao Liu.
Liu Gui's senses trembled slightly, almost revealing his presence. The scene before him would be forever etched in
his heart: the peerless beauty before him, with her arched eyebrows and phoenix eyes, her snow-white face with flawless skin, and the occasional
glimpse of her pink tongue, was irresistible.
Following her translucent neck and sensual collarbone, her two bowl-shaped, white breasts were slightly upturned, pure
and flawless, breathtakingly beautiful, with two pink nipples trembling slightly, as if issuing
a silent invitation. Liu Gui had been with all sorts of women in his life—female cultivators, ordinary mortals, even
a fairy from the Qingnv Palace—but compared to Su Feiying's breasts, they were like
the difference between a morning glory and a peony, worlds apart.
Liu Gui swallowed hard, his gaze slowly moving down her flawless breasts. Su Feiying's flat stomach made
his heart skip a beat. Was this really a woman who had given birth? Below her abdomen, however, was a smooth expanse, with only
a tightly closed pink slit visible, not a single hair!
A white tiger! Thinking of this legendary treasure, Liu Gui's lower body hardened even more, almost painfully so.
Due to the cultivator's extraordinary physique, his penis felt like it was about to burst through his trousers!
Below her beautiful vulva were a pair of long, slender thighs, and two delicate, jade-like feet. Her ten toes, like
translucent pearls, radiated an alluring luster. Her feet were sometimes slightly curved, revealing alluring arches
. The smooth insteps were without a single wrinkle, and the occasionally raised pink soles revealed a pale red glow.
Liu Gui longed to immediately hold those jade-like feet in his hands and fondle them, to press them against his face and kiss them tenderly.
Thinking of this, Liu Gui became even more excited. He pulled out his penis and began to masturbate rapidly. His penis was about six
inches long (one inch is about 3 centimeters), and the purplish-black glans was translucent due to the secreted fluid. "Sooner or later I'll
insert it into your little hole!" Liu Gui thought viciously.
With her back to Yu Xi, Su Feiying said calmly yet authoritatively, "You
may leave. No one is to enter without my order."
The maid Yu Xi, captivated by her mistress's radiance, was momentarily stunned and didn't react. When Su Feiying turned around,
she hurriedly retreated.
Su Feiying gracefully raised her lovely, jade-like foot and gently stepped into the jade pool. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, then
relaxed, and most of her body submerged in the mysteriously glowing water. She then leaned against the edge of the pool.
She closed her eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Cultivators rarely sleep, usually resting through meditation. However, Su Feiying had exhausted her mental energy over the past ten days and
involuntarily fell asleep. Her last sleep was three years ago.
This tormented Liu Gui, who was masturbating. He tried to suppress his urge to ejaculate but couldn't
. Then, a look of excitement appeared in Liu Gui's eyes, and he suddenly disappeared from the bed.
When he returned, he was carrying an unconscious maid, none other than Su Feiying's personal maid, Yu
Xi.
Because Yu Xi's status in the palace was not ordinary, Liu Gui dared not be careless.
After sealing the room with a tight array, he breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes burning as he looked at the youthful-faced, large-breasted maid Yu Xi, almost
pouncing on her like a hungry tiger.
Yu Xi was only temporarily knocked unconscious and woke up shortly after. She first surveyed her surroundings and,
seeing only Steward Liu present, surprisingly showed no screaming or fear—typical female reactions. Instead, she slightly hardened
her face and said, "I don't know why Steward Liu secretly brought me here. Madam is still waiting for me to return."
She deliberately emphasized "secretly" and "Madam," the threat unmistakable.
Liu Gui was surprised that she remained calm despite her shock and began to admire this maid he usually didn't pay much attention to.
Appendix 　　: 　　Cultivation Levels: Meridian Opening, Body Opening, Acupoint Opening, Spiritual Connection, Profound Connection Meridian Opening: Opening the eight extraordinary meridians
: 　　Du Meridian, Ren Meridian, Chong Meridian, Dai Meridian, Yin Wei Meridian, Yang Wei Meridian, Yin Qiao Meridian, Yang Qiao Meridian, and the most difficult to open, the Heart Meridian. 　　Complete Body: Skin Refinement, Tendon Transformation, Bone Forging, Blood Exchange, Rebirth, Golden Body (Nine Revolutions) 　　Acupoints: Eye Acupoint, Ear Acupoint, Nose Acupoint, Tongue Acupoint, Heart Acupoint 　　Spiritual Connection: Cleansing the Three Souls, Refining the Seven Spirits, Soul and Spirit Unite to Form the Primordial Spirit, the Primordial Spirit Passes Through the Thunder Tribulation to Form the Primordial God (The Primordial God is a physical entity, nearly immortal and indestructible) 　　Profound Understanding: Foreseeing fortune and misfortune, other great supernatural powers. This realm is the highest realm in the cultivation world; everyone at this realm is a super grandmaster or supreme expert. 　　Levels are not static; everyone is welcome to offer opinions.

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