[Zhang Wuji and the Woman in Yellow (Part 1)]

"Cough cough...cough cough cough...Zhang Wuji, you little bastard, one day...one day, I'll
tear you to pieces!" A ragged, blood-stained, white-haired old man limped along a mountain path
, cursing incessantly.
This white-haired old man was Lu Zhangke, one of the top masters of the former Ruyang Prince's mansion, the Xuanming Elders. Back
then, he and his fellow disciple roamed the martial world with their vicious and ruthless Xuanming Palm, and few could
rival them. After joining the Ruyang Prince's forces, they were highly valued by the prince for their superb skills, enjoying
wealth and honor. However, ever since they met Zhang Wuji, the Xuanming Elders had been plagued by bad luck,
repeatedly defeated by this young upstart. Their employer, Princess Shaomin, even framed
them before the Ruyang Prince on Zhang Wuji's behalf, forcing the two brothers to flee into the martial world.
But that wasn't the end of it. After the Lion-Slaying Assembly, the Xuanming Elders, seeing Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts improve rapidly in a short period,
deduced that she must have obtained an incredibly powerful martial arts manual. They launched a sneak attack when she was alone, but just as they were about to succeed, Zhang
Wuji intervened. Not only did they fail to obtain the manual, but
the Xuanming Divine Palm, which they had painstakingly cultivated for years, was also crippled by this ruthless thief (Note 1). From then on, their martial arts were reduced to third-rate mediocre, no longer among
the top-tier figures in the martial arts world.
The Xuanming Elders were usually eccentric and ruthless, with many enemies, but they had remained safe only because of their high martial arts skills. Now,
with their martial arts crippled, they were like tigers fallen into the plains, vulnerable to attack, and their enemies came knocking one after another.
Unable to fight back after their martial arts were crippled, they were forced to hide and live in constant fear and humiliation. Seven days ago, the two were besieged by a large group of relatives and friends led by their old enemies
. He Biweng died from his injuries, while Lu Zhangke fought his way out and escaped
into this desolate mountain forest, where he temporarily survived.
"Damn it, what am I supposed to eat and drink in this godforsaken place?"
After fleeing into the deep mountains in a panic, Lu Zhangke realized the situation was dire. He had been wandering around this godforsaken place for half a day without finding a single person. It was getting late
, and if there were no houses nearby, he would have to spend the night in the wilderness. Although it wouldn't be
difficult to spend a few nights in the mountains, he couldn't escape his fate forever. Even if he managed to avoid these people,
what would he do if he encountered other enemies next time? If his Xuanming Divine Palm technique hadn't been crippled by Zhang Wuji, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.
"Zhang Wuji...uh...cough cough cough!" The mere thought of that damned little thief
ignited a surge of rage within Lu Zhangke. This anger aggravated his injuries, causing excruciating pain that made him break out in a cold sweat. He quickly pulled out a pill and swallowed it
, which temporarily relieved the pain.
A gust of foul wind swept by, and suddenly a lithe black shadow darted before Lu Zhangke's eyes.
Two points of green light flickered within the shadow, conspicuously visible in the pitch-black night, exuding a chilling killing intent—it
was a leopard. Deer Staff Master inwardly cursed, realizing that the beast must have been attracted by the stench of blood on his body. He quickly
composed himself, gripped his deer antler staff tightly, and stared intently at the two green lights with his cloudy old eyes, wary of any
attack from the beast.
The two remained locked in this standoff for a long time. The earth leopard seemed to sense that Deer Staff Master was not an easy prey either;
with a flash of green light, its figure disappeared into the dense forest behind it. Deer Staff Master finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground,
and lamented his misfortune. Even this beast had scared him half to death; was his life doomed from now on
?
Suddenly, Lu Zhangke felt a chill run down his spine. A seasoned veteran of the martial world, he instinctively sensed a deadly danger.
In a moment of panic, he dodged, only to see the leopard that had run away earlier pounce from behind, landing
where Lu Zhangke had been sitting, its eyes fixed greedily on him. Had Lu Zhangke not reacted quickly, he would already be the leopard
's prey. Seeing its attack miss, the leopard pounced again with incredible speed. Lu Zhangke, his eyes still sharp,
swung his staff forward with all his might, smashing it down on the leopard's head. If Lu Zhangke were at his peak,
this single blow would have been fatal. However, the staff was now powerless; the leopard only felt a sharp pain in its head and immediately rubbed
its body, lunging again. Seeing that his first strike had failed, Lu Zhangke quickly retreated three steps, swinging his staff with impenetrable force to protect
his defenses. The leopard, for its moment, could not find a way to harm him.
After a brief struggle, Lu Zhangke, wounded as he was, found his staff techniques slowing. The earth leopard seized the opportunity
, darting into the center of the staff circle and striking Lu Zhangke squarely in the chest with its tail. Lu Zhangke felt his blood surge and saw stars 　　 .
He quickly leaped aside to avoid the attack, only to land on loose rocks at the edge of a desolate cliff. 　　 He felt
a sudden lightness in his body, and his entire body plummeted into the deep valley. He cried out , 　　"My life is over," 　　and lost consciousness. ********** 　　... 　　 As the saying goes, "Heaven never seals off all paths." Just when Lu Zhangke was at his wits' end, unable to find a way out and contemplating suicide, he suddenly noticed 　　a small opening about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) to his side. The opening wasn't large, but it was enough for one person to pass through. Overjoyed, Lu Zhangke 　　quickly stretched out his arms, grabbed the pine tree, took a deep breath, and pulled himself up, 　　leaping onto the tree. After resting briefly on the tree and feeling some relief from the soreness and pain, he 　　used his "Gecko Climbing Wall Technique" to slowly climb to the opening. 　　 Lu Zhangke crawled along the opening for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and his vision began to brighten 　　. He was secretly delighted and climbed a few more zhang (approximately 33 meters) before suddenly feeling a sense of relief and hope. At the end of the mountain passage lay a spacious 　　cave, several dozen feet in circumference. Unlike ordinary caves, it wasn't dark and gloomy. In the center was a stone table, and hanging at the entrance 　　was a worn 　　 -out stone plaque bearing three large characters: "Eight-Foot Pavilion." The characters were stiff and crooked, not particularly beautiful, but the force was 　　considerable, carving them more than two inches into the stone. Lu Zhangke couldn't help but be suspicious. If the plaque were crafted by an artisan, the characters 　　wouldn't be so ugly. Could it be that a martial arts master had carved it with a blunt weapon? But could such profound internal energy truly exist in the martial arts world?

Perhaps only Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji could be the ones to know this.
Filled with doubt, Lu Zhangke thoroughly explored the cave. He discovered that two smaller
caves connected to the main cave were connected to it, each about two zhang square and eight chi high. The first cave contained some moldy grains and tattered
hemp, piles of empty, dusty jars, and some loose silver, clearly indicating that the cave's previous owner had stored food and
clothing there. The second cave contained only a bookshelf with seven or eight dusty books. Lu Zhangke, preoccupied with mastering
martial arts and seeking revenge on Zhang Wuji, naturally hoped these books were martial arts manuals left by a senior master. He quickly
took the books down, brushed off the thick layer of dust, and wanted to investigate further. Unexpectedly, these books were extremely strange
. Although the characters were written in Chinese, they had fewer strokes than ordinary Chinese characters. Apart from a few characters that were still recognizable,
the rest were completely incomprehensible. Lu Zhangke pondered for a long time but still couldn't understand them. Disappointed, he picked up the books
and left the cave.
There was another exit at the northernmost end of the cave, leading to a wild fruit forest. Although the fruit tasted bad
, it was enough to make a living. Lu Zhangke hid in the cave for more than ten days, healing his injuries.
After figuring out that his enemies had dispersed, he took the remaining silver from the cave and went to the town at
the foot of the mountain to buy some wine and meat, intending to stay in the cave for a while longer.
"Ah... good wine... good wine," Lu Zhangke muttered contentedly to himself as he sat by the campfire
, enjoying his meal. After eating wild fruit for more than ten days, he was in high spirits to taste such delicious wine and meat. Back
when the two brothers were honored guests at the Prince of Ruyang's mansion, they enjoyed a constant supply of fine wine and meat. The younger brother, Hebi Weng,
always insisted on taking him to sample all the mansion's delicacies. At that time, Lu Zhangke was infatuated with women and always disregarded his brother's kindness
. Now, seeing these things and remembering his brother, he recalled all the good things his brother had done for him. The
two elders of Xuanming had studied the Xuanming Divine Palm under the tutelage of Bai Sun Daoist since childhood. Neither had wives or children, and they had never been separated for decades; their bond was stronger than that of brothers.
Even though Lu Zhangke had committed many evils and acted ruthlessly, the thought of his brother being separated from him by death
brought tears to his eyes.
Thinking of his deceased brother, Lu Zhangke immediately thought of the culprit, Zhang Wuji. A surge of anger rose within him
. That little bastard who killed his brother and ruined his life was surely hiding
somewhere having a good time with his two lovers. He vowed that he would not rest until he avenged this! But he was powerless against Zhang Wuji. Even at his peak, let alone now that his
martial arts had greatly declined, he was no match for him. If
the strange books he had found were indeed the unparalleled martial arts left by a master, then there was still a sliver of hope…
Thinking this, Lu Zhangke picked up the books he had found in the cave and continued to study them, hoping to unravel their
mysteries. But the jumbled, incoherent text was beyond the comprehension of even the most learned scholars;
how could Lu Zhangke possibly understand it? He couldn't help but feel disheartened. "So be it, so be it. Since Heaven wants to kill my
brother and me, what can I, old Lu, do? Live for today, for tomorrow we die."
He downed several jugs of strong liquor, and Lu Zhangke, who couldn't hold his liquor, felt dizzy and weak.
He could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep, temporarily forgetting his troubles.
**********
...

"That old bastard started off arrogantly, putting on airs like a grandmaster, pretending to fight
Big Brother one-on-one. He got beaten to a pulp in less than thirty moves. Seeing how powerful Big Brother is, he was terrified and shamelessly
ordered his bunch of useless underlings to swarm him. Hahaha... what good is that?
They were slaughtered like a litter of puppies by us brothers!" A muscular
man sitting next to the burly man tore at cooked beef, constantly flattering him. While not as imposing
as the burly man, this muscular man was clearly a strong and capable fellow.
"That old man Li, with his demon-slaying cudgel, has mediocre martial arts skills, but he's got a sharp mind. Knowing we brothers are eyeing his
precious daughter, he pulled a switcheroo to fool us. If it weren't for Third Brother's keen observation, we would have almost
been fooled by this old geezer. Anyone who dares to deceive us brothers, they'll all end up in hell..." Before the burly leader could
finish his sentence, his right hand slammed into the forehead of a short, fat man next to him who was busy eating meat. "Fourth brother,
stop all you do is eat meat, say something!"
The burly man, though not using his full strength, had still quite frightened the short, fat man. He hurriedly put down
the meat in his hand, stammering and begging his angry elder brother, "This...this is all...Big...Big Brother, you're so clever ...
Little...Little Brother...I admire you..."
"Alright, hurry up and eat your meat. Even your flattery is so awful. Besides fucking and eating meat,
what the hell can you do?" Zhao Manxiong, seething with anger, turned away, ignoring his fourth brother, and continued chatting and
laughing with his two sworn brothers.
Seeing that his elder brother's anger had subsided, the stuttering fat man secretly picked up the remaining meat and began to gnaw on it.
These four men were the infamous flower-picking bandits known as the "Four Flower-Destroying Beasts" of the underworld. The burly
man, named Zhao Manxiong, was the leader of the four. He possessed superhuman strength and was incredibly robust. Later, he received profound internal energy cultivation from a mysterious figure, making
his martial arts skills comparable to top-tier masters of the time.
Zhao Manxiong's proudest achievement was secretly following Ban Shuxian, the wife of the former leader of the Kunlun Sect,
for several months. One day, taking advantage of her being alone, he launched a surprise attack, subduing her with a single move. He dragged her into a dense forest and
raped her for over two hours before making his escape. The loss of a woman's virginity is already a profound disgrace, and for a woman of such high status as the leader of the Kunlun Sect...
The fact that his wife had been humiliated by a lecherous thief was a laughingstock in the martial arts world, so how could Ban Shuxian dare to speak out? She could only swallow her anger
and take it out on her useless husband, He Taichong, from then on. Although Zhao Manxiong's victory was somewhat
dishonorable, even in terms of actual martial arts skills, he was confident that he could defeat the Kunlun Supreme Master within a hundred moves
.
The strong man was named Hong Laohu, the second among the four. He was skilled with a heavy iron
crutch weighing over fifty pounds. In his past life, when he was traveling alone in the martial arts world, he committed a serious crime that attracted the pursuit of the government. He stormed into the county government office in broad daylight and
smashed a pair of stone lions at the entrance of the county government office to pieces with his iron crutch, scaring the magistrate and the constables
so much that they dared not arrest him again and had to hastily close the case. Later, he met three brothers and
was taught internal energy by his elder brother Zhao Manxiong, which greatly improved his martial arts skills, making him only slightly inferior to his eldest brother.
The scholar, named Xiao Bailang, was quite handsome, with a fair complexion and no beard.
He was skilled with a steel-bone fan and served as the strategist for the group. Not only was he cunning, but he also possessed the extraordinary skill of throwing stones, earning him the nickname "Surpassing Zhang
Qing" in the martial arts world. He was a formidable opponent.
The lecherous, stuttering fat man, named Zhang Feimao, despite his rustic appearance and taciturn nature, was a martial arts master. His family's Mountain-Splitting Palm technique 　　was
incredibly powerful, having killed many renowned heroes of the martial arts world . He was the youngest of the four. 　　 These four men, with their distinct appearances and personalities, were all cruel and lecherous. After meeting by chance, they 　　became sworn brothers, raping beautiful women everywhere. They were particularly fond of humiliating female warriors skilled in martial arts. 　　Since their debut, countless girls' virginity had been lost to these four. The righteous heroes of the martial world 　　hated these four to the bone, but because of their superior martial arts and elusive nature, they had been unable to bring them 　　to justice, allowing them to remain at large. 　　 "Have you all eaten and drunk your fill? Let's go," said the eldest brother, Zhao Manxiong, after resting for a while, preparing to call his 　　sworn brothers to continue their journey. Just then, the four faintly heard the sound of a zither. The music was melodious and 　　captivating, its tone sometimes unrestrained and bright, sometimes gentle and delicate, truly enchanting and intoxicating. These four beasts, except for the third brother, Xiao Bailang, were all uncultured and crude, yet they too were 　　deeply attracted by 　　the celestial music . 　　 A moment later, the music grew even more melodious and enchanting. The four men felt light and warm all over, as if 　　they were in a fairyland. Even when they were drinking fine wine and raping beautiful women, they had never felt this comfortable. 　　They excitedly danced around, making comical movements under the shade of the trees. 　　 "Not good! This is sorcery!" The eldest brother, Zhao Manxiong, with his profound internal strength, was the first to realize something was wrong. He quickly 　　shouted, using a sudden, sharp blow to wake his three sworn brothers. The three sworn brothers, awakened from their hallucination, quickly 　　realized they had encountered a formidable enemy. They quickly drew their weapons, assumed fighting stances, and waited for their powerful foe to appear. 　　 "Which shameless villain plotted against your grandfather? Don't hide, come out and fight me!" Zhao Manxiong 　　's words were delivered with all his might, his voice carrying far and wide, echoing in the air. 　　The small beasts and birds in the bushes were startled by the sound and scurried out of their roosts. He was knowledgeable and experienced, and knew that 　　the music had just been played by a martial arts master using profound internal energy to disturb people's minds. Even with his own profound internal energy, he had almost fallen victim to it. 　　The newcomer's martial arts skills were probably unparalleled in the martial arts world. Therefore, he used this loud shout to return the favor, to show his 　　ability and make the other party think twice. 　　 "The Four Beasts of Destroying Flowers have committed numerous evils and countless crimes. Their despicable and shameless acts are too numerous to count, yet they have the nerve 　　to criticize others?" As soon as Zhao Manxiong finished speaking, the music stopped abruptly, and a yellow figure floated 　　out from the bushes. It was a graceful woman in yellow, who appeared to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She held a zither in her hands. 　　Her skin was as white as snow, and she was incomparably beautiful. Her appearance was so stunning that it was impossible to look directly at her. She was like a fairy who had descended to the mortal world, and her 　　beauty was indescribable. Even though the Four Beasts of Destruction had played with countless beauties, they had never seen such a stunning beauty before. 　　They were all stunned, especially Hong Tiger and Zhang Fat Cat, whose eyes gleamed and mouths watered, looking as if they were possessed. 　　 Suddenly, a fat figure pounced on the woman in yellow—it was the fourth brother, Zhang Fat Cat. This 　　man was usually timid and stuttering, especially afraid of his eldest brother, Zhao Manxiong. However, when he saw 　　a beautiful woman he fancied, he became fearless, like someone who had eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, determined to torment her until she was on the verge of death 　　. 　　 At this moment, he didn't care about the other's superior martial arts skills; he only wanted to strip the woman in yellow naked, pin her down, and brutally 　　humiliate her, to see how wanton this fairy-like beauty could be. Seeing Zhang Feimao pounce, the woman in yellow 　　chuckled and deftly dodged to the side, causing Zhang Feimao to miss his target. In 　　the instant Zhang Feimao passed her, the woman in yellow had already appeared behind him, gently pressing her hand on Zhang Feimao's back. 　　A burst of force, combined with the force of Zhang Feimao's pounce, sent his obese body 　　flying like an arrow into the nearby bushes. With a cracking sound, several bushes were 　　snapped and broken by Zhang Feimao, their branches and leaves flying in all directions. 　　 The woman in yellow raised her hand, and the zither in her hand seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, slowly 　　falling to the ground beside her. She chuckled and said, "The Four Beasts of Flower Destroyer, what a grand name! But they're nothing but a bunch of 　　overrated, foolish and incompetent fools. You all should come at me together; maybe you can live a little longer." 　　 Zhao Manxiong was shocked to see the woman in yellow so easily outmaneuver Zhang Feimao with a single move. 　　He gave a wink to Hong Laohu and Xiao Bailang beside him, then immediately charged forward with his fists; Hong Laohu wielded... With steel staffs 　　and folding fans, Xiao Bailang joined the fray. Zhang Feimao, who had just been thrown into the bushes by the woman in yellow, landing face- 　　first in the dirt, was furious. Seeing his three sworn brothers attacking the woman in yellow, he roared and rushed 　　to their aid. The woman in yellow, fighting four against one, remained composed and held the upper hand. 　　 Zhao Manxiong and the other three grew increasingly alarmed; since they had roamed the martial world, they had never encountered such powerful 　　opponents. In terms of martial arts alone, Zhao Manxiong was already an extremely formidable figure in the martial arts world, far surpassing...

Even seasoned masters like Song Yuanqiao, the leader of Wudang, and Kong Wen, the abbot of Shaolin, were no less formidable; while their three sworn brothers
, though slightly less skilled, were still renowned experts in the martial world. Yet, even with their combined strength, the four of them couldn't defeat
this woman in yellow—something they had never imagined. Judging from her effortless and
graceful movements, she was likely not even using her full strength.
The woman in yellow's eyes were sharp; in a short time, she discerned that the fourth brother, Zhang Feimao, was the weakest among the four.
With a light tap of her right foot on the ground, she flashed in front of Zhang Feimao, unleashing four palm strikes in the blink of an eye,
followed by seven swift and coordinated kicks. How could Zhang Feimao possibly cope? A muffled groan escaped his lips
as he staggered back several steps, his face as white as paper, clearly suffering internal injuries. Zhao Manxiong and the other two, seeing only a flash of yellow before their fourth brother's
injury, felt their fear deepen.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Feimao was also a desperate man. Enraged by being humiliated twice by a woman, he
disregarded his injuries and pounced again. Leaping into the air, he let out a strange shout, his left palm striking first, followed by his right fist
, aiming for the woman in yellow's head with his signature move, "Five Ding Mountain Split." The woman in yellow cried out
, her legs suddenly thrusting forward, forcing Zhao Manxiong, Xiao Bailang, and Hong Laohu several steps back
. With a flick of her right hand, three silver needles shot out. Zhang Feimao, suspended in mid-air, couldn't dodge. With three sharp hissing sounds, the three needles struck
his vital acupoints: Baihui, Qihai, and Tanzhong. Zhang Feimao's eyes rolled back, and he died instantly.
Seeing their fourth brother fall, Hong Laohu and Zhao Manxiong knew they couldn't escape their fate. They decided to attack relentlessly, each
move a desperate attempt to take their opponent down with them. Hong Laohu wielded his large iron crutch with ferocious power,
striking fiercely at the head of the woman in yellow. It was a powerful move from his signature "Mad Demon Staff Technique," the "Qin King's Whip Stone," incredibly strong and
formidable.
The woman in yellow didn't dodge; she simply reached out her slender hand and easily
grabbed the crutch, which was striking down with incredible ease. Hong Laohu tried to pull back, but felt as if the end of the crutch was bound to a massive boulder, unable to budge it
an inch.
At the same time, Zhao Manxiong's right palm struck the woman in yellow's back, clearly taking advantage of her
distraction while she held onto Hong Laohu's crutch, using his superior internal energy to fight her head-on. The woman in yellow released Hong
Laohu's staff, turned around and exchanged a palm strike with Zhao Manxiong. Zhao Manxiong felt dizzy and his blood surging, and he kept
retreating. The woman in yellow took a step forward and then unleashed seven more palm strikes. Zhao Manxiong couldn't catch his breath, and his internal energy
was blocked. With each palm strike, his internal injuries worsened. By the seventh strike, he could no longer hold on,
spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground. The woman in yellow struck again, hitting him squarely on the top of the head, ending his life.
Hong Laohu was gritting his teeth, using all his strength to snatch back the iron crutch, but unexpectedly
, the woman in yellow suddenly let go. He was immediately struck by the force of his own pull and fell face-first to the ground, rolling several times before regaining his balance.
The moment he looked up, the woman in yellow, who had already killed Zhao Manxiong, appeared before him like a ghost. Her right
hand, shaped like a claw, pressed down on his face, instantly leaving several bloody holes in Hong Laohu's head, killing him instantly.
If a renowned martial arts master had witnessed this, they would have been astonished to recognize it as the infamous
Nine Yin White Bone Claw, a legendary technique that had shaken the martial world a century ago.
"Huff... huff..." Xiao Bailang ran rapidly through the dense forest, feeling the wind
whipping across his face, making his cheeks sting. Clearly, he was running at an extremely fast pace. He was cunning and resourceful,
unlike his three brothers who had acted rashly. Since he was no match for them in martial arts, running away was the best option. Xiao Bailang
's lightness skill was the best among the four, and among the top in the martial world. He was confident that by the time the woman in yellow had finished off his two sworn brothers,
he would have already vanished without a trace.
"Xiao Bailang, your three sworn brothers, though wicked, are still men of courage; compared to you
, a despicable scoundrel who abandons his post and deserts his post, you are far inferior!" A melodious female voice
rang out behind Xiao Bailang, instantly startling him into a cold sweat. He turned around in terror
and saw the woman in yellow standing a foot behind him. Her yellow robes fluttered, and she seemed to float on the wind,
her lightness skill far surpassing his own. And. Completely despondent, he stopped abruptly, knelt before the woman in yellow, and
kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Heroine, spare my life! Heroine, spare my life!
I, Xiao Bailang, have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old child. Please, heroine, spare me! I promise I will repent and start anew! Please, heroine, spare my life!" He kowtowed repeatedly
, his head pounding against the ground, ignoring the scrapes and bleeding on his forehead, he just kept
kowtowing.
The woman in yellow looked at Xiao Bailang's groveling... With a kneeling posture and a slight, mocking grin, the woman in yellow said
, "When you four brothers raped and killed the beloved daughter of the Demon-Slaying Hero Li, and then wiped out his entire family,
why didn't you think to spare their lives...?"
Before the woman in yellow could finish speaking, Xiao Bailang raised his hands, and dozens of pebbles flew from his sleeves. Xiao
Bailang, known as "Surpassing Zhang Qing," was naturally a master of throwing stones, and although there were many pebbles,
their aim was impeccable, hurtling towards the woman in yellow. The woman's vital points were activated; the woman in yellow remained calm, flicking her sleeve to
deflect all the stones. Taking advantage of this moment, Xiao Bailang stood up, took three steps back, and
launched two more stones, one red and one white. The red stone was launched first and slower, while the white stone was launched later and faster. The two stones collided when they were three feet in front of the woman in yellow
, and a red mist immediately dispersed in the air. Xiao Bailang sneered, pushed his hands forward, and the
red mist enveloped the woman in yellow.
The woman in yellow quickly waved her sleeve, dispersing the red mist. Just as she was about to strike Xiao Bailang dead, she suddenly felt
her mouth dry, her face flushed, and a surge of lust spreading through her body. She angrily cried out, "Xiao
Bailang, what kind of trick did you just use?!"
"Hahahaha..." Seeing the beautiful woman in yellow fall for his trick, Xiao Bailang was overjoyed,
bursting into laughter. He said between laughs, "Those red pebbles weren't hidden weapons, but rather my own concoction
of aphrodisiac 'Spring Breeze Rises.' It turns into mist upon contact with the wind, and upon touching the body, it penetrates instantly. No matter how chaste, virtuous, cold, or noble a woman is..."
She would instantly become a slut, a whore, and if she wasn't fucked ten or eight times by a man, she would be consumed by lust and die. Hehehe...
Hehehe... "Looking at the woman in yellow panting in front of him, Xiao Bailang's mind was filled with
the erotic image of him pinning her down. He continued excitedly, "This drug has another wonderful effect. After taking it, if you
circulate your internal energy, the drug's power will flow through your body with your true energy, and you will instantly become a mindless beast who only knows how to have sex...
Hahaha... Little beauty, hurry up and take off your clothes to serve me. If I am satisfied, I will spare you
the crime of killing my three sworn brothers, and only cripple your martial arts. I will take you as my female slave, and I will let you have sex as many times as you want in a day
, hahahaha... Ah..." ...
As Xiao Bailang was oblivious to his own rosy future, he suddenly felt a
darkness engulf him, struck hard in the back, and the phrase "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind" flashed through his mind.
He died with endless regret and resentment. Behind Xiao Bailang, a handsome
man in white, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, rushed anxiously to the woman in yellow, crying, "Sister Yang, Sister Yang,
are you alright?"
This man in white was Zhang Wuji, the former leader of the Ming Cult, and the woman in yellow was his wife,
Yang Yueying, a descendant of the Condor Hero. Since their marriage, they had lived in the Ancient Tomb, enjoying the pleasures of married life, and occasionally venturing out of
the tomb to eliminate wicked villains in the martial arts world
. Five days prior, Yang Yueying received intelligence from a Beggars' Sect disciple that the "Four Flower-Destroying Beasts," a notorious group known for their debauchery in the martial arts
world, had raped and murdered the daughter of Li Laoying, a renowned martial arts master in Chang'an, wiping out his entire family. They hadn't gone far and decided to leave the tomb
to eliminate this evil. Although Zhang Wuji knew his wife's martial arts were extremely high, he worried she might fall victim to the schemes of these despicable thieves. Therefore, he
left Zhao Min and Yang Yueying's eight maids in the Ancient Tomb and accompanied Yang Yueying down the mountain. When Yang Yueying and the Four Flower-Destroying Beasts
engaged in combat, Zhang Wuji secretly watched from the sidelines. He knew his wife's martial arts were extraordinary. In this world, apart from Grandmaster
Zhang Sanfeng and himself, probably no one could defeat her. Although the Four Flower-Destroying Beasts were highly skilled, they could easily handle her.
Seeing that Sister Yang was gaining the upper hand and eliminating these heinous lecherous villains one by one, he didn't show himself to help. Unexpectedly,
a sudden change occurred. This Xiao Bailang actually used a treacherous trick to ambush Yang Yueying. Zhang Wuji was shocked and enraged, and struck
and killed Xiao Bailang.
Seeing Zhang Wuji arrive, Yang Yueying could no longer hold on and collapsed into his arms, her beautiful face flushed
red, dripping with fragrant... Sweat poured from her forehead, her cheeks burning hot, as if she had a high fever.
She pleaded intermittently, "Sister has been poisoned by a domineering aphrodisiac... only through intercourse with a man...
can she be cured. Quickly... Brother Wuji... please help sister detoxify!" In the time it took to say these words, Yang Yueying
's eyes began to glaze over. She reached to undress herself, intending to have
intercourse with Zhang Wuji in the dense forest.
Zhang Wuji, well-versed in pharmacology, knew that what his sister Yang said was true; he had read in Wang Nangu's book on poisons... This
"Spring Breeze" aphrodisiac is an extremely potent drug, specifically designed to counter female warriors with high internal strength. Fortunately,
women who have been drugged only need to have intercourse with a man several times, followed by soaking in cool water for an hour to remove
the drug's effects without any side effects. However…
Zhang Wuji looked around and found no houses or caves to provide shelter. He was not only
agitated, but also worried that if the "Spring Breeze" poison wasn't neutralized for a long time, the toxins would invade her internal organs, causing her to suffer from uncontrollable lust
and die from exhaustion. He couldn't afford to find a place to stay now; it seemed he had no choice but to have sex in broad daylight.
Fortunately, they were already husband and wife, so there was nothing wrong with such acts. Zhang Wuji felt somewhat relieved and saw that the lustful
Yang Jie had already removed her outer and inner garments, leaving her only in a bodice and underpants. Stimulated by the aphrodisiac
, Sister Yang's nipples had become hard and red, standing proudly erect, leaving two clear marks on her bodice
; her underpants were already soaked with Yang Yueying's vaginal fluids, becoming transparent, and the
thicket of pubic hair could be vaguely seen.
Just moments before, Sister Yang had been valiant and spirited, using her unparalleled martial arts to slay demons and monsters; now she lay slumped on her discarded
outer garment, her once bright and intelligent eyes now filled with endless lust, her pair of fair
hands constantly caressing her body. She pulled down the strap of her bodice hanging on her left shoulder, revealing her firm and
pretty left breast. Her usually pink and tender nipple, driven by lust, had become red and hard, tempting one
to suckle it. Her cumbersome underpants had already been pulled down to her toes, and her right hand rubbed
her swollen and erect clitoris back and forth, her fingers digging and probing inside her secret garden, making soft, squelching sounds,
causing her vaginal fluids to overflow even more. Yang Yueying's body convulsed and twisted against her outer garment, seemingly
completely immersed in a sea of lust.
Although Yang Yueying and Zhang Wuji had been married for a long time, and her beautiful body had been played with by Zhang Wuji time and
again, he felt no weariness of her body. Furthermore, the couple often
used novel methods of intercourse, allowing Zhang Wuji to experience immense
pleasure and satisfaction each time he was with Yang Yueying. This public act of making love in broad daylight on the grass under the shade of trees was something
Zhang Wuji had never even considered before, filling him with an excited anticipation.
He quickly removed his outer and inner garments, laying them flat next to Yang Yueying's outer robe
to leave ample space for their union. Then, they eagerly pulled off their underwear, revealing his
impressive physique. Stimulated by the erotic atmosphere, his massive penis was engorged and erect,
a full seven or eight inches long and as thick as a wrist; the veins on the shaft bulged, and the purplish-black glans
trembled slightly, ready to enter at any moment.
How could Yang Yueying, who desperately craved male caresses, resist this alluring masculinity? She hurriedly
struggled to sit up, her hands caressing the large, precious object that had brought her countless moments of happiness. Her thumbs
rubbed back and forth on the lower part of the penis, while her other four slender, jade-like fingers gripped it tightly,
holding her most beloved treasure firmly in her palms as if afraid it would fly away. Her cherry-like lips were also busy...
Although she couldn't swallow the enormous glans whole, she still tried her best to put the python's head into her mouth
, feeling the burning yang energy emanating from the penis.
Yang Yueying's small, red, and tender tongue licked Zhang Wuji's glans incessantly, filling it with saliva
. Despite the slight stench of the penis and the lingering smell of urine at the urethral opening, Yang Yueying
felt no disgust. Instead, she licked the very tip of the penis even more vigorously, her delicate tongue constantly
trying to pry open the sensitive flesh inside the urethral opening. This mixture of male semen, body odor, and urine
completely intoxicated Yang Yueying. She experienced wave after wave of pleasure, and streams of colorless, semi-transparent vaginal fluid flowed down her thighs
, soaking her undergarment below her knees, forming a considerable wet patch.
In this lewd atmosphere, Zhang Wuji gradually lost control. He grabbed Yang Yueying's shoulders, pushed
her down onto the clothes spread on the ground, and turned around, kneeling down, now directly facing Yang Yueying's
overflowing lower body. Because Yang Yueying had been holding his penis in her hand and mouth when he turned, his penis had
rotated a full 180 degrees under the tight grip of her mouth and hands.
The delicate skin of the foreskin and the soft flesh of the urethral opening rubbed intensely against Yang Yueying's fingers and tongue,
stimulating the sensitive nerves and giving Zhang Wuji an unprecedented pleasure.
He was filled with excitement and lowered his head to probe into Yang Yueying's ravaged peach garden, greedily sucking
her juices. Zhang Wuji greedily swallowed the nectar mixed with intense lust, his
desire burning ever brighter. The more he licked, the happier he became. He reached out and forcefully grasped Yang Yueying's plump, round buttocks
, kneading them vigorously. His tongue, taut and tight, probed back and forth into Yang Yueying's wet, moist vulva, while his teeth
occasionally nibbled at her thick vulva, tender flesh, and engorged clitoris.
His taut tongue and rough coating scraped against the sensitive walls of Yang Yueying's honeyed orifice, but
it couldn't satisfy her like a penis. This bittersweet pleasure drove Yang Yueying almost mad. Her lower body
throbbed with an intense, ecstatic itch, yet she couldn't fully satisfy her desires. Instinctively, she gripped Zhang Wuji
's magnificent member, her teeth biting down hard on his penis, causing him both pleasure and
a slight pain.
The pain also brought Zhang Wuji to his senses. He realized this wasn't ordinary marital intimacy. If he couldn't
make Yang Yueying climax multiple times in a short period, the aphrodisiac would spread into her body, which would be
disastrous. He acted on his impulse, pulling his penis from Yang Yueying's hand, quickly turning around, parting
her long, fair, and firm thighs, and thrusting his massive member deep into her
wetness.
"Brother Wuji...so good...faster...faster, thrust into sister..." Yang Yueying possessed profound internal strength, and the
"Spring Breeze Arises" drug was extremely potent; naturally, she wouldn't collapse like a dead fish after a single climax like an ordinary woman
. The long-awaited large penis finally entered Yang Yueying's body,
quickly igniting her lust. She moaned wildly, twisting her hips incessantly.
The layers of tender flesh inside her tight vagina enveloped Zhang Wuji's penis, ensuring that each thrust was fully
transmitted to Yang Yueying's vagina, maximizing her pleasure.
"Harder... harder... Sister wants more... wants Brother Wuji's big treasure... quickly
fuck my cunt raw!" Zhang Wuji, already exceptionally gifted, was even more powerful after cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Each thrust reached Yang Yueying's clitoris, giving her
a peak of pleasure that other women could never experience in their entire lives. Excitedly, she hooked her legs around Zhang Wuji's waist,
twisting her body back and forth to meet his thrusting movements. When Zhang Wuji inserted his penis into Yang Yueying's vagina, she
moved forward, actively welcoming him, causing his thick, powerful member
to collide head-on with her wet, lustful opening, sparking waves of desire and bringing her to the peak of ecstasy. Her mouth
uttered all sorts of lewd and obscene words without restraint.
Zhang Wuji's penis was enveloped by Yang Yueying's body, thrusting in and out repeatedly, each withdrawal bringing
forth copious amounts of her sweet, lustful fluids, splattering their clothes everywhere. Zhang Wuji became even
more excited. He stood up, lifted Yang Yueying's entire body, and his hands moved restlessly to
her buttocks, kneading her buttocks vigorously. His two longest middle fingers stroked her anus,
giving her simultaneous stimulation and pleasure in both her front and back orifices.
Zhang Wuji's slightly violent thrusting allowed Yang Yueying to fully release her lust, while the gentle caresses in her rear
created a new kind of pleasure. Zhang Wuji's caresses on her anus were faint and indistinct, like silk and mist, yet they
made Yang Yueying, who was already experiencing ecstasy from Zhang Wuji's thrusting, clearly feel the waves of itching coming from her rear, a
stark contrast to the pleasure she had already received in her vagina, leaving her unsatisfied once again.
"Brother... Wuji brother... Sister's back hole... is also very horny... and wants to be fucked by brother... Brother
... hurry... both holes on sister's body... want to be fucked by brother... ah... sister, hurry... hurry...
it's so itchy!" Unsatisfied desires in her rear caused Sister Yang's originally clear and melodious voice to tremble with sobs as
she begged Zhang Wuji to play with her anus.
Normally, Zhang Wuji would have taken his time, meticulously performing foreplay, thoroughly playing with Sister Yang
until the itching in her buttocks drove her to the brink of madness before finally releasing his penis. Insertion. However, at this moment, Sister Yang
was under the influence of the aphrodisiac, so it was a different story. He released his right hand, supporting Yang Yueying's buttocks with only his left hand,
and quickly inserted his right middle and index fingers together into Yang Yueying's narrow anus.
Although Yang Yueying's anus had already been deflowered by Zhang Wuji since the day she was deflowered, due to Sister Yang's special
physique and the wondrous techniques of the Ancient Tomb Sect, her little anus was not much looser than before. Suddenly
having two of Zhang Wuji's fingers inserted at the same time, how could she bear it? Yang Yueying's anus had just received Zhang Wuji's gentle...
Her caresses were suddenly invaded by a large, foreign object, almost bringing tears to her eyes from the pain. But moments later
, the wanton Yang Yueying experienced pleasure from this brutal violation.
"Yes...yes...that's it...both of my holes...belong to my brother...both will be
fucked by my brother...harder...harder...my brother is playing with me...it feels so good...harder!" Despite
Zhang Wuji's fingernails constantly scraping the walls of Yang Yueying's rectum, it didn't affect her enjoyment at all
. Having both her holes being played with simultaneously by Zhang Wuji gave her double the pleasure, making her express
her desires even more wantonly and seductively.
"Ah...again...it's coming again..." Accompanied by Yang Yueying's screams, a large gush of vaginal fluid
spurted from between her legs. Zhang Wuji was indeed exceptionally capable; in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Yang Yueying reached her second orgasm.
Zhang Wuji gently laid Yang Yueying down. She was kneeling on the ground, hands supporting her
weight, panting heavily. The flush on her face had faded, no longer as bright red as before, and a satisfied expression appeared on her face. She
was covered in fragrant sweat, and the lustful fluid from her vagina flowed down her thighs, making her look like a prostitute who had just been fucked.
"Sister, are you feeling better?" Zhang Wuji bent down, supporting Yang Yueying's body, and asked softly. After
all, the state of the aphrodisiac in Yang Yueying's body was what he cared about most.
"Hmm, it's alright now." Yang Yueying's condition seemed to have improved significantly, and her eyes were gradually
regaining their former sparkle. She nestled against Zhang Wuji's shoulder like a little bird, feeling his strong
body. She grasped his left hand and placed it on her chest, letting her husband fondle her soft, round
, and elastic breasts, making her feel more comfortable. "That's good. After we find
a water source, sister can soak in it for an hour to completely remove the remaining poison."
A huge weight lifted from Zhang Wuji's heart, and he was in a much better mood. However, thinking of Xiao Bailang's vicious aphrodisiac,
he still couldn't help but feel a lingering fear. "Those four beasts who destroy flowers are truly vicious, using such a domineering aphrodisiac to wreak havoc on the martial world.
Fortunately, sister eliminated them today, otherwise, who knows how many women's chastity would have been lost at their hands." Upon hearing Zhang
Wuji mention the four Flower-Destroying Beasts she had just killed, Yang Yueying's lips curled into a mocking smile. She
scoffed, "Such petty scoundrels are not worth mentioning, little brother. If Xiao Bailang hadn't used this aphrodisiac to ambush
me, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy myself so much today." Unlike Zhang Wuji's lingering fear, Yang Yueying herself
downplayed her experience, showing no concern whatsoever about being poisoned.
"Ah?" Zhang Wuji was quite surprised by his sister Yang's attitude and was momentarily stunned.
His mind raced, recalling the scene and movements of Sister Yang's fight with Xiao Bailang.
A flash of insight struck him, and he understood everything, exclaiming, "Sister, could it be that you were doing it on purpose... on purpose..."
"You're not stupid, little brother," Yang Yueying said with a touch of pride, seeing Zhang Wuji only now realizing what was happening. She
continued smugly, "How could Xiao Bailang's meager skills possibly hit you, sister? I've long heard that although the Four Beasts of Destroying Flowers
are notorious for their evil deeds, their aphrodisiacs are unparalleled in the martial world. Today, after trying them, I can confirm their reputation is well-deserved. Little brother, we
've been husband and wife in the Ancient Tomb for many days, yet we've never tasted the pleasures of wild union. Xiao Bailang has allowed us to fulfill our long-
cherished wish today, which can be considered..." Before Yang Yueying could finish, she saw her usually gentle brother Wuji's face turn ashen, his eyes filled
with rage as he stared at her. A sudden panic gripped her, and she couldn't finish her sentence.
"What if Xiao Bailang used a deadly poison that kills instantly?
What am I supposed to do, Wuji? What will happen to Xiaocui and the others if something happens to you, Sister Yang? Sister Yang, you're usually so clever and resourceful, how could you act so
recklessly this time?!" Zhang Wuji roared angrily at Yang Yueying, his thick eyebrows and handsome face instantly turning as
red as Guan Yu's as he roared, not even caring that his spittle landed on Sister Yang's face.
Zhang Wuji was naturally kind and easygoing, and always cared for his wives . He was extremely protective, never uttering a harsh word.
Sister Yang had never seen him so angry before, and she was quite frightened,
lowering her head like a girl who had done something wrong. She was meticulous; before setting out, she had thoroughly investigated the enemy's situation, knowing that
although the Four Flower-Destroying Beasts were incredibly ferocious, they knew little about poisons, and, confident in their martial arts skills, disdained using
potent poisons, preferring instead to use aphrodisiacs to arouse women for their amusement.
As for Yang Yueying … Having once consulted Zhang Wuji about aphrodisiacs in her boudoir, Yang Yueying knew that while there
were potent aphrodisiacs that could completely cloud one's judgment, requiring several days of continuous oral administration to take effect, the kind
Xiao Bailang used—a mist-like aphrodisiac—was difficult to prevent, but its effects didn't last long.
As long as she had intercourse with a man promptly, there would be no lasting harm. With Zhang Wuji by her side, Yang Yueying no longer
hesitated, taking the opportunity to indulge in a passionate encounter with her beloved husband.
However, her brother Wuji was currently in a fit of anger, and his anger stemmed from his love for her.
Naturally, Yang Yueying dared not say anything, obediently letting Zhang Wuji vent his anger.
Zhang Wuji, with his soft heart, looked at his sister Yang, who was looking at him pitifully like a frightened lark,
and his anger vanished instantly. He quickly helped her up, comforting her with heartache, "Sister, Wuji was just
momentarily enraged, it was just a bad temper tantrum. Please don't take it to heart..."
Before Zhang Wuji could finish speaking, Yang Yueying wrapped her arms around him with her jade-like skin and gave him a
long, sweet kiss, expressing her tenderness and affection. "This time it was indeed my fault, and
it's only right that I was scolded by you. How could I take it to heart? It's just..."
"Hmm?" Zhang Wuji looked at Yang Yueying's ever-changing expression, his heart pounding. He wondered what else
he had done wrong. Then he heard a reply that almost made him spit out his food.
"Sister almost made a big mistake today. I am kind-hearted and have punished you leniently. Although I am grateful, I
am still uneasy." Yang Yueying's beautiful eyes suddenly filled with a strange light. She looked at
Zhang Wuji with a teasing and expectant gaze and said, "In order to make you remember this mistake, please punish me a little longer,
or I won't let you have it." Her rosy buttocks obediently stuck out, looking like they were ready to be taken.
"You..." Zhang Wuji was truly at a loss for words. He knew that although his wife appeared noble and aloof, she possessed
an absolutely stunningly alluring buttocks. Every time he caressed and slapped her beautiful buttocks in bed, she would look on with ecstasy
, sometimes even reaching orgasm from his touch. It seemed he still needed to properly "tame "
this seductive older sister...
"Since my sister has given the order, then I shall obey." A wicked smile
played on Zhang Wuji's lips as he began to slap her. Yang Yueying's buttocks were white, tender, and incredibly elastic. Unlike the
thick, rough skin on ordinary women's buttocks, her skin was as delicate as a newborn baby's. When Zhang Wuji's large hands slapped Yang
Yueying's plump, seductive buttocks, the wonderful feeling of his palms sinking into her flesh captivated him. It was a case of one willing
to hit and the other willing to be hit; almost every time they made love, Yang Yueying's buttocks would receive a good slap.
Although Sister Yang's buttocks had already been badly ravaged, Zhang Wuji did not lessen his strength. On the contrary,
he struck harder with each blow, causing Sister Yang great pain. She
couldn't help but beg for mercy, "Brother, be gentle..." "That won't do," Zhang Wuji interrupted Yang Yueying's pleas with a slightly rough tone. He watched with satisfaction as this
peerless heroine, who had instantly killed three evil sect masters, was being slapped at will. He drawled,
"If it were just for casual sex, I would naturally obey. But now that Sister Yang has made a mistake, I must
punish her properly. How can I be lenient? This is Sister Yang's own request for a harsher punishment, so don't blame
me."
"Hmph," hearing the sophistry of her destined demon, Sister Yang could only obediently accept her fate. The pain was accompanied
by a tingling sensation, constantly bringing her strange pleasure. Her vagina became wet again, and a stream of fluid flowed
down her thighs.
Seeing the lustful fluid flowing down Yang Yueying's legs, Zhang Wuji knew his seductive sister was completely immersed in sexual
pleasure. Seeing the opportunity, he continued slapping her buttocks with his right hand while his left hand, with the first three fingers together in a crane's
beak shape, suddenly thrust hard into Yang Yueying's anus.
"Ah..." Yang Yueying, enjoying the pleasure of being spanked, never expected her brother Wuji to use
such a cruel trick. She couldn't help but scream, and a large amount of lustful fluid gushed out, flattening a small clump of grass on the ground.
The poor Yang Yueying was once again brought to orgasm by Zhang Wuji.
"Brother...you're so bad..." Yang Yueying complained weakly, unable to muster any strength to stop
Zhang Wuji's lewd abuse.
"How can I let my sister know she's wrong if I don't hurt her?" Zhang Wuji looked at Sister Yang's charming eyes and alluring body,
her face flushed with lust, and his desire flared. After digging into Yang Yueying's anus a few times,
he slowly teased, "Sister Yang, you're really something. Getting your buttocks slapped and dug into doesn't excite you this much.
I'm afraid even the prostitutes in most brothels aren't this shameless. Sister, tell me, shouldn't such a lewd body
be properly punished, huh?"
Sister Yang, aroused by Zhang Wuji's teasing,
felt no anger at this extremely humiliating joke. She quickly twisted her body like a water snake, answering as Zhang Wuji teased her, "Mmm...
mmm...Sister, I'm a shameless bitch, the most lewd and shameless slut in the world...even the prostitutes in brothels
...aren't as shameless as you." "You slut... Sister... Sister only gets fucked by her brother... Only her brother
's bitch... You whore... Good brother... Wuji brother... Punish your slutty body
..." At this moment, Yang Yueying rolled her eyes, her gaze vacant, kneeling on the ground obediently enjoying Zhang Wuji's
teasing, uttering lewd words. Where was the heroic spirit of a chivalrous woman? If Xiao Bailang, who had just died,
could come back to life and watch, he would definitely regard Yang Yueying as the most ideal product of his training.
Seeing Yang Yueying's slutty appearance, Zhang Wuji let his right hand join the fray. His left hand teased Yang Yueying's anus, while his right hand
dug into Yang Yueying's vagina. The vagina, constantly stimulated, continued to secrete lustful fluid,
wetting Zhang Wuji's fingers. Yang Yueying, whose two holes were being played with at the same time, was so happy that she could only moan incessantly.
"Brother... Wuji, brother... continue punishing your sister... tear your sister's cunt apart, beat her buttocks until they're raw
... quick... harder... harder... harder..."
Zhang Wuji suddenly stopped, pulling his right hand out of Yang Yueying's soaking wet cunt
. He put his right hand fingers, covered in her juices, into his mouth and sucked on them, as if savoring the most delicious nectar in the world. He said slowly
, "Since sister is willing, then Wuji will begin the next step of punishment."
The intelligent Yang Yueying knew exactly what Zhang Wuji meant, and quickly shook her buttocks. She smiled seductively, "Hurry,
Wuji, punish your sister! As long as you're happy, you can play with me however you want. Hurry, my lower body
is so itchy!"
Zhang Wuji laughed excitedly, his hands gripping Yang Yueying's plump buttocks, and
thrusting his already prepared penis deep into her vagina. Soon, the sounds of Yang Yueying's cries and moans of pain and pleasure
, along with the slapping sounds of their bodies merging, echoed through the woods once more.
The couple, engrossed in their lovemaking, were unaware that their actions had been witnessed by a bystander
.
(To be continued)

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