[The Progenitor of the Hehuan Sect] Chapter Thirteen: The Three Yin Battles Diaochan (Part 1)

The Kingdom of Wei, spanning tens of thousands of miles, though not a large territory, is located at the heart of the continent's transportation hub and is the wealthiest
nation on the continent. Emperor Wei Long of Wei Xiang has recently become infatuated with women. With a single decree, he launched a nationwide beauty pageant
, causing chaos and turmoil throughout the country. Some forcibly abducted beauties, others kept them in gilded cages, some harbored ulterior motives, some were all beautiful but cunning, and
some dreamed of soaring to the heavens…
Over three years, thousands of beauties gathered in the imperial city. The emperor dispatched the imperial guards to maintain order, and the order in Xiangchuan City
reached unprecedented levels. Every ten steps, there was a guard; every ten houses, a griffin kept watch.
Truly, the entire land was awash in beauty, with guards protecting thousands of beauties every ten steps.
On July 1st, the beauty pageant officially began. Outside the imperial city, at Xuanwu Square, the emperor held a grand procession. Hundreds of
griffins perched atop the city walls, while thousands of elite guards surrounded the area, forming an impenetrable
three-tiered encirclement. At the main gate, a nine-tiered viewing platform was erected, its eaves blocking out the sun. Palace maids fanned the platform with
large fans, and a yellow dragon throne and table were set with well water that had tempered fine wine, watermelons, lychees, and crystal fruits. There were also five-flowered beauty cakes and nine tempting
pastries… Behind them was a five-person carved phoenix bed.
Imperial guards surrounded the platform. The beauties sat in the Beauty Pavilion behind it.
The emperor embraced his beloved concubine, dressed in a golden dragon robe, while she, in a red gauze dress, nestled against his chest, a hint of
worry in her eyes. The Emperor waved his hand and shouted, "Begin!" A young eunuch stood atop the eighth floor and
called out in a shrill voice, "The beauty pageant begins! First choice: exceptionally talented! A woman cannot be without talent; without talent, one is brainless!" His voice boomed
, clearly audible throughout the entire square.
This first choice had obviously been announced in advance, and all the beauties were prepared.
A red figure swept onto the pageant platform. "Flying Rainbow, graceful and pure," the beauty said, "I, Flying
Rainbow, am willing to wield my sword for Your Majesty's pleasure." The Flying Rainbow woman, dressed in red robes and sash, with fair skin and a strong, beautiful face, her legs fully exposed,
carried a small pair of mandarin duck swords at her waist. With a flick of her wrists, her entire body transformed, like a rainbow after the rain, appearing high in the sky.
On the viewing platform, the beautiful concubine took a lychee, peeled off its bright red skin to reveal the tender white flesh, and sucked it into her mouth. After removing
the seed, she fed the flesh to the Emperor. The Emperor turned his head and glanced at the concubine, seeing her alluring eyes and
the faint fragrance emanating from her. He tightened his grip on her slender waist, his eyes fixed on the beauty pageant platform, and exclaimed, "Wonderful,
truly wondrous! What you said, little bastard, was indeed true!" The woman with the flying rainbow danced with her twin swords, the swords not like swords, but like two waterfalls
rising up, stirring up a thousand piles of snow. Bathed in the red glow of the sunset, they appeared even more beautiful. Comparing the two beauties, it was hard to tell whether the waterfall or the rosy clouds were more
beautiful…
Suddenly, the two swords transformed, soaring into
the Milky Way. The stars were the swords, and a woman in red robes was a celestial maiden, slowly walking across the Milky Way, amplifying the beauty of Fei Hong…
The two swords transformed a third time, becoming a full moon. In the red light, a pair of jade rabbits peeked out, charming and adorable,
playing with each other…
The heat was intense, and several beads of sweat dripped from Fei Hong. Strength and beauty, power and beauty, scenery and beauty, beauty and beauty,
constantly intertwined and echoed in the Emperor's mind. The Emperor was momentarily captivated.
Fei Hong's twin swords split, severing the full moon in two, revealing a beautiful woman. The woman's colorful ribbons fluttered; perhaps in this different
world, she was also called Chang'e, but Chang'e wore red robes.
The Emperor suddenly realized, exclaiming, "Excellent! Excellent! Come up and see the beauty!" Fei Hong tucked the twin swords into her waistband and
walked gracefully towards the viewing platform.
"Disarm your weapons!" Fei Hong handed over her waist knife and lightly ascended the stairs. On the ninth floor, she saw a
large bed carved with phoenixes for five people, a young emperor, and a concubine whose beauty was no less than her own. Fei Hong approached the young emperor, bowed slightly, and
said, "This humble woman, Fei Hong, greets Your Majesty." Just as the emperor was about to examine the beauty more closely, a cold glint flashed in Fei Hong's eyes, and
she conjured a needle from her sleeve, stabbing it towards the emperor's chest with lightning speed…
In a corner of the palace, there was an artificial hill with a spring flowing from it, forming a small pool. Red fish swam in the pool
, surrounded by green trees, colorful flowers, and birds.
An old man, seemingly insane, with bloodshot eyes, held an iron chain. One end of the chain was tied to a woman's neck.
The woman stood gracefully, her skin a healthy bronze color, her shoulder-length hair haphazardly draped over her head. Her hands were pressed
into the mud at the bottom of the pool. The woman was completely naked, her upper body covered in spring water.
The old man, using some unknown secret method, had an exceptionally hard erection. A large wooden stick plunged
deep into the woman's body, pressing against her cervix. With a wild laugh, he pushed the woman
's head into the pool with one hand and held her waist with the other, thrusting wildly.
The woman, unable to breathe, began to writhe frantically. The old man's pleasure intensified, and he doubled his thrusts, repeatedly
pressing the head of his penis against her cervix. Her vagina was smooth, and her cervix was tender, sucking and writhing wildly at his
large wooden stick. The woman's struggles gradually weakened. The old man lifted her, and the woman, who had swallowed several mouthfuls of pool water, finally breathed in
fresh air, gasping for breath, tears and snot streaming down her face. The old man thrust a few more times, and a stream of fluid
flowed from her vagina.
"Little dog, you slut, are you climaxing yet?" The old man pulled out a large wooden stick, turned the woman around,
and threw her into the pool, leaving only her head above water. He thrust the stick into her mouth, plunging it halfway in
, ignoring her feelings, and began to frantically thrust in and out, each stroke hitting her throat. The woman's face turned
bright red, and only frantic breathing could keep her from fainting. The old man let out a maniacal laugh...
Fei Hong thrust her silver needle toward the Emperor, and the concubine cried out, "Your Majesty!" She tried to push the Emperor
away and shield him with her body, but the Emperor's smile changed. He didn't change his embrace of the concubine, but with a flick of his wrist, his Yellow Dragon Cloud Claw
grabbed Fei Hong's wrist. With a shake, the silver needle fell to the ground. With a swift movement, he slapped Fei
Hong hard across the face, sending her tumbling to the ground.
The Emperor rose angrily, "You vile woman!" He took a large hemp rope from a nearby red box, restrained
Fei Hong, and bound her tightly with a special technique. He gagged her with a dragon-patterned stocking, then hung
her from the roof beam, leaving only one toe touching the ground.
The Emperor ordered, "Investigate! Anyone connected to this will have their entire family executed!" The little eunuch nodded, "Yes!
"When the Emperor returned to his throne, drenched in sweat, the second beauty immediately began her work. This beauty was petite and delicate, dressed in…
Wearing a tight-fitting garment that accentuated her curves, her black hair piled high, the beauty said, "This humble woman, Hongwa, will
perform contortion for Your Majesty." Hongwa performed handstands, bone-breaking, leg-twisting, and somersaults, her body seemingly
boneless. The Emperor remained somewhat indifferent; while the woman was skillful, she lacked true beauty.
At the climax of her performance, Hongwa suddenly produced a small, open-ended bucket. She folded herself up and slipped inside
, rolling and spinning with great enjoyment. A glint of light flashed in the Emperor's eyes, and he exclaimed, "Wonderful!" Hongwa
emerged and produced a small box. She folded herself up and slipped inside, still able to free her hands to
pull the lid shut from the outside. An old man then walked up, lifted the box, and slowly walked off the stage,
signifying the performance's completion.
The Emperor laughed loudly and lewdly, "Good! Bring it up! And take that little rolling barrel too." The old man was overjoyed and hurriedly
walked towards the Guanmei Tower, handing the box and barrel to the waiting eunuch. The eunuch quickly carried them upstairs.
The Emperor took the box and examined it closely. The box was painted yellow, and there was a large hole at the bottom. The hole was directly
opposite the red-tiled buttocks. Between the buttocks, the vulva was clearly visible, squeezed out by tight trousers. The Emperor stretched out a
finger and gently stroked the vulva, which trembled slightly. The Emperor laughed loudly and shouted, "A hundred taels of gold!"
That day, a thunderstorm suddenly struck the desolate south. The small temple was dilapidated and leaking. A middle-aged man in white robes
, with disheveled hair, deep wrinkles, and gray hair, looked as if he had aged decades in the past few months. His once white
clothes had turned into black strips of cloth, barely covering his body. He tightly grasped a woman's hand, but his eyes were lifeless
. The woman was slightly better off than the middle-aged man, but she was also covered in dust and dirt.
After they fled separately that day, they headed straight for their hometown, intending to rise up in rebellion. Little did they know that
the Emperor, far more cunning than they were, had already mobilized 300,000 troops from the border, routing the private armies within their territories and sending several
separate forces to capture the former prime minister alive. After months of running around, watching one by one his loved ones being captured and
brought back alive, his heart felt utterly hollowed out.
Situ Tushi, clutching his most precious daughter, fled to this desolate mountain temple, unsure of his
fate. A bolt of lightning struck, followed by torrential rain that drenched the earth. The rumbling thunder struck only Situ Tushi
's heart, shattering his long-held beliefs.
His daughter, Xiaolian, had her feet bled from being worn down, but she remained silent. It was all in vain; she would
either be captured, continue fleeing, or die. She didn't want to die... In these days of suffering,
she couldn't even recall the happy things from her childhood, but instead kept replaying the scene in the Lihua Brothel:
that white handkerchief, that childish face, and her own wave after wave of climax. Unconsciously, she
found herself wet down there.
The heavy rain poured down the leaky roof, soaking the headless Buddha statue in the small temple. The grass in front of the statue was already drenched.
Xiaolian huddled in a corner of the temple, shivering, not from the cold, but from the overwhelming fear in her heart.
The rumbling thunder roared again, and Situ Tushi looked up at the sky and began to laugh wildly. The thunder couldn't drown out
the madness in his heart. Multiple blows had overwhelmed him; he could no longer bear it, his spirit collapsed, and he went insane.
He stood in the rain, laughing wildly, laughing at the sky, laughing at the thunder, laughing at the rain.
Xiaolian huddled together, looking at the terrifying Situ Tushi, and couldn't help but shout, "Father!?!?!?!
"
Situ Tu Shi turned around, looking at Xiao Lian with his bright eyes. Xiao Lian's heart skipped a beat. Situ Tu Shi's
clothes, which were already just strips of cloth, were washed away by the heavy rain, revealing his muscular physique, leaving him only in white underwear.
Situ Tu Shi's face was contorted with rage, and he pointed a finger: "It's you! You're the one who caused all this!"
The Emperor tore open his tight pants with both hands, revealing a pink vulva. The pubic hair was
neatly shaved, and the inside of the vulva was exposed, seemingly inviting exploration. A soft gasp came from inside the box, but there was not much
surprise on his face. The Emperor placed the box on the dragon table, its opening facing outwards, and chuckled, "Let your little hole get some fresh
air first." He then called out, "Next, some music to enjoy!" A beautiful woman immediately stepped onto the beauty pageant stage .
Dressed in white, she stood gracefully, taking small steps forward, carrying a pipa. She bowed slightly and said, "I am Ruyue, and
I pay my respects to Your Majesty." The Emperor looked closely. Ruyue had arched eyebrows, a figure like the moon, and fair, smooth skin—a truly
beautiful woman.
"What music would Your Majesty like to hear?" Ruyue asked in a bright, clear voice.
"What music do you know?" the Emperor replied.
Ruyue raised an eyebrow and said, "How about 'Flower Reflecting the Moon'?" "Good." Ruyue plucked the strings a few times, tuning the instrument.
The sound was clear and crisp, gradually rising like spring water flowing from its source, a tinkling sound, like clear spring water, or
a stream hitting rocks. The sound was light and quiet, unlike the stillness of midday. The sound shifted, like a spring flowing into a wide stream, moving slowly. A breeze rustled
the leaves on the leaves beside the stream. The music flowed gently, as if something had been added to it, always accompanying it. It was
pure white jade, exuding an otherworldly aura. What else could it be but the moon's reflection? The stream flowed slowly, but the music faded, and no one knew
where the stream was going until it disappeared into the distance.
Ruyue raised her beautiful eyes to look at the Emperor. The Emperor savored the charm of the music and asked doubtfully, "Where is the flower
?" "Does Your Majesty think I am a beautiful lily?" Ruyue asked.
The Emperor looked at Ruyue, "I think you're more like a white rose shrouded in moonlight, wonderful. Come up and play
a few pieces for me." Ruyue hurried upstairs, and the Emperor announced, "The beauty pageant this morning is over. I need to
rest for a while; it will continue this afternoon." Ruyue came upstairs and saw the five-seater phoenix-carved bed, Feihong bound to a chair,
a small box on the table, and the concubine nestled beside the Emperor.
The Emperor said, "Sit." Ruyue sat down on a chair beside him, holding her pipa, and said softly, "
What would Your Majesty like to hear?" "A moonlit path through the woods, would you like to hear it?" Ruyue gently plucked the strings, and indeed, it evoked
the atmosphere of a moonlit path through the woods at night.

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