[The Progenitor of the Hehuan Sect] Chapter Thirteen: The Three Yin Battles Diaochan (Part 2)

The old man, named Zhang Yu, was the manager of the Wealthy Branch in the Imperial City of Xiangchuan. He possessed royal blood,
and even the current emperor addressed him as "Grand Ancestor." Within the Imperial City, there was a hidden Wealthy Palace located beneath the city walls, primarily
engaged in trading activities involving those below the Nascent Soul stage. A secret meeting was held once a month. He didn't
oversee cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage, nor could he, with his Golden Core cultivation, manage them. He entered the Wealthy Sect at the age of eight and only achieved Golden Core at ninety-eight. Knowing
his future was bleak, he had worked as an external affairs disciple for a long time, finally managing to reach this position. Today
was the annual trade fair, but he had secretly slipped away to indulge in pleasure by the pool
. Now, he felt restless if he didn't have sex with the woman his disciple had entrusted to his protection; other
women suddenly seemed unappealing.
Old Man Zhang Yu teased Xiao Hong's tender mouth for a while, using her large and small tongues to tease
his still-sensitive glans. Then, he picked up the dripping Xiao Hong, his long, black penis
expertly aimed at her dark anus. His rough tongue searched for her tender lips,
spitting dirty saliva into her mouth with a smacking sound. Xiao Hong reluctantly drank it. His dark penis then aimed at her small, dark opening.
With one hand around her leg and the other on her shoulder, he pressed down, his long, black penis gliding across Xiao Hong's
tender intestinal walls, penetrating deep into her large intestine, reaching the very root of her loose stool. Xiao Hong
wanted to scream in pain, but Old Man Zhang Yu tightly sealed her tender lips with a kiss. Xiao Hong made a soft "Mmm!"
sound. Old Man Yu held Little Red's slender body, his lower body thrusting forcefully, his body
rubbing against Little Red's rectal walls with a mixture of loose, watery stool. A wet liquid, whether sweat or spring water,
dripped onto the ground.
Old Man Yu's eyes widened in bliss, thrusting forcefully against the tight intestinal walls again and again. Little Red
swayed like a willow by the river, and Old Man Yu felt waves of pleasure wash over him.
On the viewing platform, the moon played a melody, and the shadows of the trees reflected the moon on the shaded path. The Emperor, in high spirits,
took out two items from a large red box beside him: a small jar and a tool. As soon as the jar was opened, a pungent
smell wafted out. His concubine, upon smelling it, asked, "What is this, Your Majesty?" "Immortal Cream!" The Emperor scooped out a large piece and
applied it to the tool. This tool was made of wood, resembling a pair of underwear, but it contained a hidden world inside and out. Inside
was a foot-long dragon head, carved with lifelike detail, its surface rough and covered in spiral patterns.
The Emperor handed the implement to Consort Jiao, gesturing towards Fei Hong, who was suspended in mid-air. Fei Hong's mouth was stuffed with a dragon stocking, but her eyes weren't blindfolded. Looking
at this weapon, she could only utter muffled "uh-huh, uh-huh" sounds of struggle. The sturdy hemp rope bound her tightly
, and only now did one realize the skill of the binding technique. Her hands were clenched behind her back, exposing her pert breasts,
buttocks, and alluring genitals. Only one toe struggled to touch the ground, trying to gain more support; the suspended
leg was already engorged with blood.
Consort Jiao smiled seductively and kissed Fei Hong's vulva with the mouth of a wooden dragon, about the size of a foot-long fist. Fei Hong shook her
head vigorously, making muffled sounds, but to no avail.
The Emperor placed the small box on the Five Phoenix Bed, rubbed his hands with "immortal cream," and applied it to the vulva
inside the cave. The vulva of the Red Tile was everted, and the Emperor carefully rubbed the outside completely. Then, he used a finger to rub some inside the vagina as well. The pungent
smell was overwhelming. The palace maid fanning the Emperor blushed and turned her head away, not daring to look any longer, her hands
continuing their work.
The Red Tile cried out, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! It's so spicy! So spicy! Your Majesty, no! No!" The
cries came from the small box, and then she began to sob. Her vaginal fluids flowed uncontrollably.
The concubine picked up the silver needle from the ground and ripped open Fei Hong's underwear and outer trousers, revealing the woman's most intimate place
. With a lewd grin, the concubine inserted a large wooden dragon head into Fei Hong's vagina. Fei Hong struggled desperately, but to no avail. The dragon head,
like a child's homemade water gun on a hot day, was slowly pushed in. Fei Hong's tears flowed uncontrollably
. The concubine tied the waistband, securing it to Fei Hong's thigh. Drops of blood dripped down the wooden instrument; it turned out
Fei Hong was still a virgin. The concubine felt a pang of sympathy for her, but then she thought,
perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing that Fei Hong had offered her most precious possession to the Emperor.
The Emperor pulled out his still-not-so-erect dragon root and thrust it into the fiery little hole.
He immediately felt an intense burning sensation on his glans, and his dragon root swelled continuously. Red Wa cried out, her sobs uncontrollable.
The Emperor felt a strange pleasure; the hole was incredibly tight, and he quickly reached the cervix. He thrust a few times,
but even with the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, the resistance was immense. "Ah! Ah!" Red Wa convulsed, as if about to faint.
"Your Majesty! No! Your Majesty!! Red Wa can't take it anymore!!!! Ah!!!" The Emperor ignored her, pressed
the box against the corner of the bed, and began thrusting forcefully. The music was melodious, like the feeling of raping a village girl on a tree-lined path.
The Emperor laughed, the fiery, divine ointment stimulating his dragon root with great pleasure.
The device below Flying Rainbow was ingeniously designed; there was a handrail in the front, and with vigorous rotation, the wooden dragon would
rotate on its own while thrusting in and out. At first, the concubine spun slowly, wanting to give Fei Hong a chance to adjust
. The "divine ointment" inside began to take effect; Fei Hong's buttocks trembled slightly, tears streaming down her face. She
regretted it deeply, but it was useless. The Emperor glanced at her, "Fastest speed!" The concubine had no choice but to obey, and began to spin
rapidly. This wooden dragon was like the tip of a red-tasseled spear, spinning and attacking. Originally, this device was designed by Xiang Yin for those
fierce women he couldn't satisfy, but now it was being used on a young vulture, attacking its most sensitive
spots. Using an elephant-killing knife to kill a chicken was a sure way to die. Fei Hong's whole body trembled wildly, her eyes rolled back, and
her juices flowed freely; the climax felt like it would kill her. The concubine, feeling pity, slowed down the speed again.
The Emperor thrust into Fei Hong violently, and Fei Hong's cries grew softer and softer. "Ah, ah," she uttered a few times, and then fainted. The Emperor
withdrew his large, blood-stained penis, which had even caused the small opening in the red-tiled room to bleed. "Boring," he said. The Emperor
looked around and saw that Fei Hong also seemed to be about to faint. He immediately set his sights on Ru Yue, whose zither
flute trembled in her hands.The heavy rain poured down on the dilapidated tiles of the desolate little temple, and Xiaolian uttered a sentence she would regret for the rest of her life.

Situ Tu Shi turned around, his bloodshot eyes gleaming as he looked at her. Pointing at Xiao Lian, he roared
, "It's all your fault! You're the one who ruined me!" Situ Tu Shi lunged forward, grabbing Xiao Lian's clothes by the front and
slapping her twice across the face, leaving her stunned. "You slut! You betrayed me?!
I...I!!!...I'll kill you!!!!" *Thud, thud!* Situ Tu Shi threw Xiao Lian
onto the muddy ground, reaching for his waistband. He realized his sword was gone, lost during his escape. He
searched his entire body but couldn't find his weapon. Instead, he noticed something unusually hard protruding from his underwear. "You slut
, it seems I can never satisfy you. Today I'll use this big gun to crush you to death!" As soon as Xiao
Lian turned her head, she saw her father's erect, red-breasted penis, dozens of times larger than her small one, pointing at her!
Her father's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at her body. Xiao Lian, covered in mud, cried out, "Father!!!!!! I am
your daughter!!!" Situ Tushi was completely deaf to reason, his eyes fixed only on the figure of that vile woman
. He frantically lunged at his daughter
, Xiaolian. The wind howled behind him; the pursuers were upon him. Li Batian, a member of the Eight Gates, lunged forward, his broadsword aimed at Situ Tushi.
Blood splattered, leaving a deep wound. Situ Tushi turned, his eyes bloodshot, to look at Li Batian
. Attacks came from all sides. Zhang Ji, Fei Qian, and the bandits, all members of the Eight Gates, attacked from three other directions.
Zhang Ji thrust his fan at Situ Tushi; Fei Qian hurled a plum blossom dart; the bandits swung their axe. Li Batian leaped
backward, knowing the old man's power, and tried to avoid the attack, but it was too late. Situ Tushi rushed
forward, swift as lightning, grabbing Li Batian by the waist. Li Batian felt a chill run down his spine.
Situ Tushi roared, "You vile woman!!!" With both hands pulling, he thrust his sharpest weapon
deep into Li Batian's body!
Li Batian let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Ah!!!"
Xiao Hong wanted to scream but couldn't. Old Man Yu bit her lip, his breath emitting a foul stench. Her lower body felt
like it was being torn apart; drops of blood seeped from her tender spot, staining Old Man Yu's large, black penis.
Old Man Yu thrust wildly a few times, and a stream of thick semen sprayed into Xiao Hong's feces. He felt
his pleasure increase tenfold, rushing through his body and onto his penis. Xiao Hong's complexion gradually returned to normal.
Old Man Yu lay on Xiao Hong's body for a while before catching his breath. Holding the chain around Xiao Hong's neck, Xiao
Hong obediently lay on the ground. The old man walked step by step into his house. There was a secret passage leading down to
the trading market. He observed the situation in the trading market through a green crystal. His trained deputy was performing
excellently; everything was normal. There was a large iron cage nearby. He herded Xiao Hong inside, locked the cage, and then
picked up dog food and water, putting them into the trough. He continued leisurely downwards, after all, he had to go through the motions, right?
Xiao Hong looked at his retreating figure with deep hatred, but she hid it well. She touched her swollen, bleeding
anus, and remembered the figure in her dream, she shed two worthless tears, grabbed a handful of dog food and put it
in her mouth; the taste was actually quite good.
The Emperor said, "Continue, don't stop." Ruyue continued playing, but her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't capture
the essence of the music. The Emperor sat on the ground next to Ruyue and stretched out his hand, saying, "Come." Ruyue dodged to the side, saying,
"Your Majesty, Ruyue sells her art, not her body." The Emperor's face hardened, and he said, "Come!" Ruyue went over reluctantly.
Ruyue was wearing a white shirt and white trousers. The Emperor peeled off half of it with one hand,
revealing Ruyue's sexy, flat little buttocks. Ruyue was startled, but resigned herself to her fate. She fiddled with her
childhood favorite. The Emperor pulled Ruyue onto his incredibly elastic penis, his hands
searching her pockets for her two firm, white breasts with large, round nipples. He teased them with one hand. They
quickly hardened, and a small stream of fluid flowed from her, sticking to the Emperor's penis.
The Emperor said, "Continue playing." Ruyue dared not stop. The Emperor lifted Ruyue, his large penis aimed at her slightly moist
opening, and Ruyue's zither playing trembled. With a press, the Emperor forced Ruyue to sit on his penis, it fully penetrating her.
The pain made Ruyue wince. The Emperor lifted her, and Ruyue's beautiful buttocks began to thrust, first slowly
, then gradually accelerating. The music trembled, sounding less like a secluded path and more like a twisted
vagina. After dozens of thrusts, Ruyue had already orgasmed twice, her hands unable to play the zither anymore. The Emperor shoved Ruyue
to the ground.
The Emperor was displeased; these young vultures were useless, failing after only a few thrusts. He pointed to
the six palace maids fanning the room, "You all lie down on the bed and take off your clothes. Consort Jiao, you prepare." Fei Hong had already
decisively fainted, blood dripping from her lower body. The Emperor went over, removed the instrument, lubricated his large penis with blood
, and thrust it into her bloody orifice, pressing against her uterus, waking Fei Hong with pain. The Emperor pinched Fei Hong's pretty
face with one hand while thrusting forcefully, "You slut, you even tried to assassinate me! I'll show you what regret is!" Her vaginal
walls were already torn, blood flowing on his penis, which only excited the Emperor more.
A large spear had already penetrated Li Batian's untouched anus, with several pieces of his own trousers still embedded in it.
Li Batian, who was usually slashed and stabbed, wouldn't even flinch, but this time he was in so much pain he almost fainted. Instinctively, he tightly gripped
the spear behind him. The Shenpu brothers had already arrived. Zhang Ji struck Situ Tushi in the ribs with a blow
, causing Situ Tushi to spit out a mouthful of blood. A plum blossom dart pierced Situ's two Achilles tendons, crippling both legs. But the most fatal
blow was indeed this moment of hesitation, which gave the bandits an opportunity. A massive axe cleaved Situ Tushi's back, striking him
squarely in the heart and lungs. Blood gushed out. Situ Tushi pushed Li Batian aside, convulsed a few times, and died.
Seeing the situation was turning against her, Xiaolian was about to slip away when her father, Zhang Ji, turned around,
opened his fan, raised a lewd eyebrow, and said, "Where are you going, little girl?" The white fan had two large characters on it: "Romantic.
" On the reverse side were two more: "Lewd and Shameless."

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