Zhang Wuji and the Woman in Yellow

After resigning from his position as leader of the Ming Cult, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min lived in seclusion in the mountains, indulging
in blissful intimacy.
However, as time passed, Zhang Wuji gradually noticed that his face often flushed, his mouth was dry, and he frequently
experienced inappropriate thoughts and couldn't control himself. His sexual activity became incredibly vigorous, often lasting for over two hours, leaving Zhao Min unable
to cope. Despite Zhang Wuji's excellent medical skills, he couldn't find the cause of his ailment. Realizing this couldn't continue, Zhang Wuji
went to Wudang Mountain to seek advice from his grandmaster, Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng took Zhang Wuji's pulse, listened to his description, pondered for a moment, sighed, and
revealed the cause of his illness. It turns out that Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill is pure Yang Qi.
Since Zhang Wuji does not understand the art of Yin and Yang balance, the Yang Qi in his body is stronger than that of ordinary people. However, Zhang Wuji also practices the unorthodox martial art of the Sacred Flame Token Divine Skill .
Sometimes, inner demons arise, and he cannot control this excessive Yang Qi. If this continues, he may go
astray and fall into the demonic path.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji panicked: "Grandmaster, how can I cure this illness?" Zhang Sanfeng stood up and
paced around the room for a moment before saying, "Wuji, to cure your illness, you need profound pure Yin internal energy to guide into your meridians, disperse it
into your five internal organs, and dissolve the excess Yang energy to remove the root of the disease. Unfortunately! I have cultivated the Pure Yang Limitless
Skill since childhood, and my internal energy is also of the pure Yang path. I cannot dissolve the Yang energy in your body, so I am truly helpless!"
Zhang Wuji became even more anxious. Among those he knew who cultivated pure Yin internal energy, the Xuanming Elders' martial arts had already been crippled by him
, and even if they hadn't, they couldn't possibly heal him; Zhou Zhiruo's Nine Yin Internal Energy had also been neutralized by him, and he and Zhao
Min had disappeared without a trace after their marriage. Was his illness truly incurable? Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji broke out in a cold sweat.
With a trembling voice, he asked, "Grandmaster, do you know anyone with profound pure Yin internal energy who can cure my illness?" Zhang Sanfeng
said, "Wuji, after the Lion-Slaying Assembly, when you came to Wudang Mountain, you mentioned a
woman in yellow who helped you at the assembly. Do you remember her?" Zhang Wuji exclaimed in surprise, "I remember! Grandmaster said that she was a descendant of Yang Guo, the Condor Hero ." Zhang Sanfeng said, "That's right. When I was young, I heard that the Condor Hero was 　　a descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect, and that there was a treasure called the Cold Jade Bed inside the Ancient Tomb.
"
"Forged from millennia-old cold jade, it can suppress the yang energy within you. I've also heard that
the Condor Heroes mastered the Nine Yin Manual, and perhaps even passed it on to his descendants. The day I heard you speak, Wuji, that
the girl in yellow said before she left, 'Behind Zhongnan Mountain lies the Tomb of the Living Dead; the Condor Heroes have vanished from the martial world.' She
must now be living in seclusion within the ancient tomb in Zhongnan Mountain. You should quickly descend the mountain and find that girl in yellow in Zhongnan Mountain;
perhaps she can help you resolve this calamity."
Zhang Wuji was overjoyed: "Thank you for your guidance, Grandmaster."
After hearing more stories and information about the Ancient Tomb Sect from Zhang Sanfeng, Zhang Wuji immediately bid farewell to Zhang Sanfeng and Zhao Min, and hurried towards Zhongnan Mountain.
Not daring to delay his journey, Zhang Wuji traveled swiftly, arriving at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain in a few days. He disregarded rest and
immediately went into the mountains to search, but after seven days and seven nights of searching,
he found nothing but a few hunters and woodcutters. He muttered to himself, "Sister Yang, oh Sister Yang, I never imagined it would be so difficult to see you.
How can I cure my illness if I can't see you?"
Suddenly, Zhang Wuji heard the sound of flowing water nearby. Following the sound, he saw a stream flowing before him.
A thought flashed through his mind: "Where people live, there must be water! The ancient tomb must be near a water source." Zhang Wuji
immediately stood up and began searching along the stream.
Not long after, Zhang Wuji suddenly discovered a low, gray stone tablet with eight large characters inscribed on it: "This is forbidden
territory; outsiders are prohibited from entering." Zhang Wuji had heard his grandmaster speak of the feud between the Ancient Tomb and the Quanzhen Sect, and knew that the Ancient Tomb was near this tablet .
Overjoyed, he was about to step forward when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound. At first, Zhang Wuji didn't
pay attention; but after a moment, the buzzing sound became continuous, growing louder and louder, seemingly moving towards Zhang Wuji's direction.
Zhang Wuji's expression changed, and he stared intently. A pure white, cloud-like object
was flying towards him from the depths of the forest—it was the extremely poisonous jade bee that his grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng had mentioned!
Zhang Wuji felt a surge of anxiety. "Sister Yang, you're too domineering! I haven't even stepped into the forbidden area yet, and you treat me like this
? What kind of logic is this?" He was at a loss for what to do.
Unexpectedly, the jade bees flew to the boundary marker and lined up in a dense swarm, seemingly monitoring
Zhang Wuji.
Zhang Wuji felt slightly relieved and channeled his inner energy, calling out, "Zhang Wuji has come to pay his respects at the mountain. Please, Sister Yang, remove the jade
bees." His voice, though not loud, resonated through the valley, echoing like the roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon
. The jade bees, seemingly intimidated, retreated several feet from the boundary marker.
Suddenly, the sound of a zither arose from the forest, followed by the harmonious blend of a flute and zither. Amidst the melodious music,
a woman in a pale yellow robe, accompanied by four maids in white and four in black, slowly emerged from the woods. This
woman in yellow was graceful and exceptionally beautiful, her pale face devoid of color, utterly ethereal and otherworldly, making Zhang Wuji
feel ashamed of his own appearance. The visitor was none other than the owner of the Tomb of the Living Dead, the woman in yellow who had rescued Zhang Wuji several times.
The woman in yellow smiled slightly and said, "Great Master Zhang, why aren't you in charge of the Ming Cult
? What brings you here?"
Zhang Wuji blushed slightly and stammered out the whole story. The woman in yellow pondered for a moment and said,
"Great Master Zhang, you are in such a predicament; I will do my utmost to help you. Please come to my humble abode." The group immediately
headed into the depths of the dense forest.
After a short while, they arrived at the tomb. The woman in yellow activated some mechanism, and a huge rock slowly slid,
revealing an entrance. The woman in yellow said, "Great Master Zhang, please."
For some reason, her maids covered their faces and laughed, running into the tomb. The woman in yellow blushed, but had no choice but to let Zhang Wuji go first. After closing the stone door, the two of them 　　entered
the cave together . 　　 The cave was brightly lit by torches, and the air was fresh, so it didn't seem any different from the outside. The woman in yellow said, 　　"We don't usually light torches here, but since you're a VIP, the maids were afraid you wouldn't be able to see clearly, so they lit the lamps." 　　 Zhang Wuji looked at the woman in yellow upon hearing this. In the red glow of the firelight, her cheeks were slightly flushed, making her appear even more elegant.

Luxurious and stunningly beautiful. The woman in yellow was mortified and lowered her head to lead the way. Zhang Wuji watched as her slender waist swayed slightly, lifting her
yellow robe, making her seem to float on the wind, like a fairy dancing on water, ethereal and wondrous. He was mesmerized.
From the depths of the cave, the laughter of young girls echoed, accompanied by a faint, warm, and fragrant scent. Zhang Wuji
felt a surge of emotion; his inner demons seemed to resurface. Gazing at the woman in
yellow's unparalleled beauty, his mind wandered, imagining her lying naked beside him like Zhao Min, yearning for
his caresses, completely becoming his plaything… Thinking this, Zhang Wuji suddenly shuddered.
This Sister Yang was his benefactor, having rescued him from danger countless times. How could he harbor such filthy
thoughts towards her?
The woman in yellow led Zhang Wuji through a maze of twists and turns, into a secret chamber. The secret room
was chillingly cold, with a crystal-clear, snow-white jade stone in the center—the Jade Bed. The woman in yellow took
Zhang Wuji's pulse, pondered for a moment, and said, "Master Zhang, your illness is
caused by excessive Yang energy in your body, which has accumulated into inflammatory toxins. To cure this, you must sit on this Jade Bed, and I will guide your Nine Yin Internal Energy into your body,
which will dispel the inflammatory toxins." Zhang Wuji was overjoyed and said, "That would be wonderful, but it will require you to expend a great deal of your energy
, Sister. I truly do not know how to repay you!" Sister Yang smiled slightly and hesitated before saying, "However,
if I am to heal Master Zhang, I need to... I need to remove all my clothes... and expose my entire body..." Upon hearing
this, Zhang Wuji blushed and was completely at a loss. The woman in yellow blushed and continued, "Master Zhang, I
will certainly do my best to heal your wounds. However, since we are men and women, I humbly request that you swear a solemn oath: while I
am healing you, you must not turn around to peek! I wonder if you can agree to this?" Zhang Wuji
hurriedly replied, "Sister is absolutely right. I, Zhang Wuji, swear on my life that while Sister Yang is healing me, I will never turn around
to peek at her body. Otherwise, may I be struck by lightning, die a horrible death, and have my ancestors' graves disturbed!" Seeing his
earnest demeanor, the woman in yellow couldn't help but smile sweetly, "Master Zhang, you flatter me! With your noble character, you would certainly
not do such a despicable thing." She then waved her hand, turning off the lights in the secret room, plunging the room into
complete darkness. The woman in yellow said again, "Please sit on this cold jade bed, Master Zhang, and remove your clothes so that I may
heal your wounds." Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "Since you have already turned off the lights in the room, even if I turn around
, I won't be able to see your body. Why do you need me to make such a solemn vow? Perhaps it's just that you're shy." He nodded obsequiously, got onto the cold
jade bed, removed his clothes, and sat cross-legged. He felt a chill wherever his legs touched, and the heat in his body was
relieved.
The woman in yellow began to undress. Zhang Wuji listened, his heart pounding.
The heat that had just subsided returned. He tried to quell the inflammation in his chest, but to no avail. Just
as he was at his wit's end, Yang Jie, now naked, climbed onto the jade bed and sat behind Zhang Wuji. She placed her palms on
two acupoints on his back and slowly channeled her internal energy into him. Zhang Wuji immediately felt the heat subside
and secretly admired Yang Jie's internal strength.
Two hours passed. Just as Zhang Wuji's inflammation was about to be eliminated, the maid Xiao Cui, guarding outside the secret room,
worried about her master's condition and called out into the room. It must be known that healing through internal energy cultivation is extremely dangerous and cannot
be disturbed in the slightest. Back then, the master of the Free and Unfettered Sect, Tianshan Tonglao, was frightened from behind by her junior sister, Li Qiushui, causing her to suffer a qi deviation and
remain unable to grow tall for the rest of her life. Although Xiao Cui's attack was unintentional, it was still something that Sister Yang, focused on her internal energy cultivation, could not withstand.
Her internal energy stagnates, and the previously suppressed flare-up of the fiery poison reignites, rapidly circulating through Zhang Wuji's meridians and
internal organs. For a moment, Sister Yang was at a loss. In her panic, she quickly pressed several acupoints on Zhang Wuji
's body, circulated her internal energy to regulate her breathing, and then casually threw on a robe before leaving the room. With a grim expression, she said to Xiao Cui, "Xiao Cui!
Didn't I tell you not to disturb me while I'm treating Zhang Wuji?!" Xiao Cui, seeing her mistress's expression,
was also quite frightened and stammered, "Miss...Miss, I saw you hadn't moved for a while and was worried,
so I..." Sister Yang sighed, "Never mind, I won't blame you. Go back to your room and rest." Xiao Cui
felt as if she had been granted a pardon and said, "Thank you for your mercy, Miss." She turned and quickly left.
Back in the secret room, Zhang Wuji, whose acupoints had been pressed, remained unconscious. She shook her head slightly,
released the acupoints, and prepared to continue treating him.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji, whose acupoints had been released, suddenly sprang to his feet, pulling Yang Jie into his arms and
tearing at her clothes. It turned out that the disturbance Yang Jie had caused a backlash from the fire poison within Zhang Wuji, causing his yang energy
to surge. At this moment, Zhang Wuji was delirious, burning with lust, and only wanted to quickly find a woman to release his pent-up desires. Yang Jie
had just exhausted her energy healing Zhang Wuji, and his
sudden attack, without warning, allowed him to succeed. She was both anxious and ashamed, struggling desperately, but Zhang Wuji's power was simply too profound. Even when her power was intact, she was no match
for him. How could she possibly break free now? Just as she was about to cry for help, Zhang Wuji fiercely kissed her
lips, almost suffocating her. At this moment, Yang Jie was utterly helpless, her mind blank,
and could only submit to Zhang Wuji's torment.
Zhang Wuji ripped the only garment Yang Jie was wearing in a few swift movements, turned her body sideways, and reached
out to slap her snow-white, round buttocks. It turned out that Zhang Wuji used to play this
kind of sexual game before having sex with Zhao Min. Zhao Min's red buttocks and pleading appearance greatly aroused Zhang Wuji, making him
last longer during intercourse. However, Zhang Wuji always held back when slapping Zhao Min,
never quite satisfying her. But now, Zhang Wuji had completely lost his mind, only wanting to desperately satisfy his desires.
The pent-up lust exploded all at this moment, and he slapped her exceptionally hard. Several "slaps" were heard, and
several bloody handprints appeared on the beauty's once snow-white mounds, the woman in yellow almost crying from the pain.
After slapping her for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Yang Jie felt her buttocks become numb, the pain lessening
, and a strange pleasure rose from the depths of her heart. Her breathing began to quicken, and her snow-white face began to turn...
Her delicate petals flushed red and began to moisten, constantly secreting nectar. Sister Yang wished she could disappear into the ground
. Having lived in the ancient tomb since childhood, she was proud and arrogant, never taking any man seriously. Now,
stripped naked by Zhang Wuji and spanked, her body was hopelessly drawn to his blows.
Was she truly a wanton woman? The woman in yellow grew increasingly ashamed and frightened, yet she couldn't escape Zhang
Wuji's clutches.
Zhang Wuji seemed to have had enough, so he lifted the powerless Sister Yang and
placed her on his lap. His six-inch-long member, as if an experienced horse knew its way in the darkness, aimed at her
already soaking wet vulva and thrust in hard.
Sister Yang could no longer bear it and cried out in pain. Zhang Wuji thrust forcefully, his thick shaft completely occupying
Sister Yang's delicate vulva, and trickles of blood flowed down his massive member.
"Oh...good...faster...harder..." Having passed the initial period of pain,
the pleasure of lovemaking began to surge, continuously permeating her internal organs, causing her alluring lips to utter moans and groans
.
This woman in yellow was usually as cold as ice, detached from worldly desires, because she had cultivated the "Twelve Masters"
mental cultivation method of the Ancient Tomb Sect—a method of few thoughts and few desires, thus never harboring romantic feelings. However, just as a strong
man who is usually healthy can fall ill suddenly and violently, or a master poisoner who is usually fearless of poisons can be on the verge of death if poisoned
, this practitioner of the Twelve Masters, once deflowered by a man, will have her suppressed desires quickly backfire, making
her a complete slave to desire. Back then, when the pure and innocent Little Dragon Girl was deflowered by Yin Zhiping, she orgasmed
seven or eight times, almost draining the lucky Taoist Yin Zhiping dry. Later, when Xiaolongnu learned the truth
, she was heartbroken. Besides feeling guilty for losing her virginity and betraying Yang Guo, she
was also ashamed of her past lewd behavior. Now, this woman in yellow, as cold and noble as her grandmother, having lost her virginity, was
gradually transforming into a wanton woman who couldn't live without a man's affection.
Hearing Yang Jie's excited moans, Zhang Wuji seemed encouraged, thrusting faster and more violently. His massive, python-
like penis pounded into Yang Jie's vagina again and again, the large glans rubbing back and forth against the tender, red
walls. Yang Jie's mind went blank, completely consumed by intense lust, and she could only
mechanically sway her body with each thrust and withdrawal of Zhang Wuji.
"Ah..." Sister Yang cried out, her eyes rolling back, reaching her first
orgasm under Zhang Wuji's defilement. A gush of hot virgin vaginal fluid spurted from the depths of her womb, shooting onto Zhang Wuji's glans; at the same time,
Zhang Wuji's milky white semen also shot out rapidly, rushing towards Sister Yang's womb.
After ejaculating, Zhang Wuji was still not satisfied, and continued to make Sister Yang orgasm five or six more times before the two of them fell into a daze
and fell asleep.
*** *** *** ***
The next day, Zhang Wuji, whose inflammation had been cured, woke up from his sleep, stretched, and climbed out of the cold jade bed
. He immediately found himself completely naked, with bloodstains on the cold jade bed, and several torn
strips of yellow cloth beside him—the very strips from Sister Yang's clothes!
Even if Zhang Wuji's mind was still muddled, he knew what had happened, and his head suddenly felt like it was going to explode.
He was utterly at a loss, hastily dressed, and stumbled out of the secret chamber.
Zhang Wuji arrived at the main hall of the ancient tomb, where he saw the woman in yellow sitting calmly in the center, her face expressionless
. Zhang Wuji was in turmoil, and after a long pause, he timidly called out, "Sister Yang... Sister Yang
..."
The woman in yellow slowly said, "Master Zhang, the poison in your body has been removed, but you still need
several days of recuperation. If you find my humble abode acceptable, you may rest here for a few days before leaving; if Master Zhang
is tired of staying here, you may leave now." Her tone was calm and composed, as if nothing had happened. Zhang Wuji,
unsure of her intentions, could only agree, "Then I will stay a few more days, thank you for your trouble, sister."
The woman in yellow clapped her hands and said, "Xiao Hong, Xiao Ling." Two girls in black appeared in response. The woman in yellow continued
, "Master Zhang has just recovered from a serious illness and still needs several days of careful recuperation. Please choose a quiet and spacious room
for him. You must treat him well and not neglect him in any way." Having said this, she
left without even looking at Zhang Wuji. The two maids acknowledged the order and led Zhang Wuji to the guest room prepared for him.
A day passed in a flash. Zhang Wuji remained uneasy, unsure how to face the woman in yellow.
He quickly finished the food the maids brought and paced back and forth in the room, hoping to alleviate his distress.
Suddenly, Zhang Wuji felt a blur before his eyes. Sister Yang had entered his room without him noticing
, her beautiful eyes fixed on him with a complex expression, her thoughts unreadable. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.
Today, Sister Yang was dressed extremely alluringly, a sleeveless, bright red gauze robe draped over her body, her
two jade-like arms completely exposed. The gauze dress was very thin, vaguely revealing her snow-white flesh. She
wore a matching short skirt, but unlike ordinary skirts, this one was much shorter, the hem barely covering
half her thighs, leaving her fair, jade-like legs and feet completely exposed. Even the
bold and outspoken Zhao Min rarely wore such a sexy outfit in front of Zhang Wuji.
Compared to Yang Jie's usual ethereal yellow dress, this red ensemble lacked elegance and instead
exuded a seductive and alluring charm. Looking at Yang Jie, who was even more beautiful than Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo, and who was usually as ethereal as a goddess
, dressed like this before him, Zhang Wuji felt his head buzzing, and his manhood
seemed to be stirring again.
Zhang Wuji stammered, "Sister...Sister...why are you...dressed like this?"
Sister Yang's lips curled slightly, seemingly mocking Zhang Wuji, and she coldly said, "What, you
touched me so many times yesterday, but today you're afraid to look?"
Zhang Wuji was startled, thinking to himself: It's finally happening. He was originally a person without much of a will, but after several years...
The Ming Cult leader, having weathered many storms, had begun to mature. Knowing he couldn't continue to evade this matter,
his mind raced. He knelt on the ground, his expression solemn, and said, "Sister Yang, yesterday's events were all caused by Wuji.
Please punish Wuji as you see fit. If you refuse to forgive me, you can take my life now to atone for
my crimes! I won't even flinch!!!"
Sister Yang stared blankly at Zhang Wuji, sighed deeply, and said listlessly, "This is fate.
It was destined for me. Leader Zhang need not blame yourself."
Zhang Wuji forced a smile and said, "I will take responsibility for what I've done. If you don't mind…
" Sister Yang waved her hand, interrupting Zhang Wuji, "Leader Zhang, let's drink to our hearts' content tonight and not discuss these
matters."
With that, she produced a wine pot and two white jade cups from somewhere. Although Zhang Wuji didn't understand her intentions, he
was happy to drink with the beauty.
That evening, Sister Yang drank quite a bit and became unsteady on her feet. Zhang Wuji helped her back to her room.
Just as Zhang Wuji was about to leave, Sister Yang grabbed his arm, gesturing for him to stay a little longer. Zhang Wuji, eager to
spend more time with this alluring woman, naturally agreed.
Sister Yang stared blankly ahead, then slowly said, "Wuji, if you had
met me before you met Miss Zhao, would you have chosen me?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback by her directness, but he quickly
regained his composure and replied, "Sister, I don't know how to answer that question, but now that it has happened,
Wuji will definitely treat you sincerely."
Sister Yang smiled sweetly, "My body has already been given to you, so from now on, it's up to your conscience.
I know you have deep feelings for Miss Zhao, I only ask that you have me in your heart." Zhang Wuji breathed a sigh of relief and
smiled, "It's just that I'll have to trouble Sister Yang."
"Don't call me 'sister' so much, my surname is Yang, and my name is Yueyin. Wuji, you can call me Yueyin from now on
."
At this moment, Yang Yueyin's face was flushed, and paired with her bright red gauze dress, she looked incredibly
alluring. Zhang Wuji, observing Yang Yueyin's expression, understood her intentions and seized the opportunity to kiss her lips
. At the same time, his right hand slipped inside her thin veil.
Yang Yueyin wasn't wearing a bodice, so Zhang Wuji's hands directly caressed her breasts. Her breasts were both elastic and
firm, surpassing even Zhao Min's. Zhang Wuji felt extremely comfortable and couldn't help but
knead and play with Yang Yueyin's breasts wildly. He felt that Yang's breasts were very large, no less than Zhao Min's,
too large for one hand to contain, yet even more supple than Zhao Min's.
When had Yang's breasts been so greedily caressed by a man? The intense sexual stimulation made Yang's whole body
burn with heat, her mouth parched, and she couldn't help but moan softly. Her small, pink nipples,
stimulated by Zhang Wuji's caresses, had already become erect.
Zhang Wuji's left hand gradually slid down, directly touching Yang Yueyin's perineum. To Zhang Wuji's surprise,
Sister Yang wasn't even wearing any underpants. Zhang Wuji was greatly astonished, wondering how Sister Yang had become so bold.
Little did he know that Sister Yang had become extremely sensitive after losing her virginity, and coupled with her
considerable fondness for Zhang Wuji, this young hero, she willingly offered her body to Zhang Wuji for his pleasure, specially dressing up like this so that
he could enjoy herself to his heart's content.
In the past few years, Zhang Wuji had spent every day in the boudoir with Zhao Min, so his skills in bed were naturally superb. Zhang Wuji
's fingers skillfully parted her pubic hair, rubbing back and forth on her pink, tender, and sensitive clitoris,
occasionally inserting one or two fingers into Sister Yang's peach blossom cave, causing Sister Yang's delicate body to writhe back and forth like an earthworm
...
"Ah...ah...so good...Wuji, harder..." Lewd moans continuously
escaped from Sister Yang's cherry-like mouth. Since her encounter with Zhang Wuji yesterday, Yang Yueyin had found her body much more sensitive
. The intense pleasure kept replaying in her mind, making her restless all day. Now, with her
pent-up desire finally released, she no longer cared about her composure and was only willing to fully enjoy
the sexual pleasure Zhang Wuji brought her.
Yang Yueyin's labia were already deep red and swollen, her deep slit overflowing with lustful fluid, feeling
warm and sticky to Zhang Wuji's hand. Zhang Wuji felt his fingers surrounded by Yang Yueyin's warm, wet
vulva, and he diligently moved his slightly bent fingers in and out, caressing the walls of her vulva.
At the same time, his right hand squeezed her breasts even harder. This two-pronged approach
generated increasingly intense pleasure in Yang Yueyin, and her vulva became increasingly wet.
Zhang Wuji withdrew his fingers, revealing his middle and index fingers glistening with Yang Jie's love juice.
He couldn't resist putting them in his mouth and sucking. Unlike Zhao Min's slightly fishy-smelling vaginal fluid, Yang Jie's
nectar was sweet but not cloying, clear but not bland, truly intoxicating like nectar.
Excited, Zhang Wuji laid Yang Jie horizontally on the bed, parted her snow-white legs, and buried his head deeply into Yang
Yueyin's sparsely haired vulva.
He extended his tongue, licking the cute pink slit inside her vulva, sucking every last drop of this delicious nectar into his mouth. His hot, fierce tongue licked incessantly, his teeth sometimes
savagely biting her large, hard clitoris. He also occasionally plunged his tongue deep into her vagina,
stirring it like a raging dragon. His nose was close to the soft undergrowth, deeply inhaling
the unique feminine fragrance emanating from her vulva that aroused his desire.
Under Zhang Wuji's skillful yet gentle oral service, Yang Yueyin grew increasingly excited. Though she still
pleaded for mercy, her honest waist and hips arched desperately, trying to thrust her lower body towards Zhang Wuji's
mouth. Despite her remaining self-respect preventing her from pursuing sexual pleasure so wantonly as a prostitute, her
soul yearned for Zhang Wuji's deeper and more stimulating service. The man's
unrestrained manipulation of her most sensitive areas sent waves of tingling, aching, and electrifying sensation through her body. Her spirit and flesh were like
a small boat adrift on a vast ocean, helplessly tossed about by the raging tide of intense pleasure and passion.
After licking for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Zhang Wuji decided it was time to move on to the next activity. He flipped Yang Yueyin
over, making her support herself on her hands and stick her buttocks up high, assuming a doggy-like position. His right hand then slammed down heavily,
striking Yang Yueyin's full, firm buttocks hard.
Yang Yueyin's buttocks had just been ravaged by Zhang Wuji the day before; the red welts hadn't faded yet. How could she withstand
such a heavy blow? The pain brought tears to Yang's eyes as she cried out, "It hurts...no!"
Zhang Wuji quickly apologized, "Sister, please don't
be angry. I often played like this with my wife before we made love, and I got carried away. Since you don't like it, I'll stop now."
Yang said shyly, "If Miss Zhao can do it, then I can certainly do it too.
Brother Wuji, tonight please treat me the same way you treated Miss Zhao." With that, she
raised her beautiful, pert buttocks even higher and began to sway her hips, as if seducing Zhang Wuji.
Deeply moved by Yang Yueyin's affection, Zhang Wuji quickly pulled her into his
arms, letting her lie across his lap. He patted her buttocks repeatedly with his left hand, occasionally kneading them to enjoy their
firm texture.
Although Zhang Wuji's touch wasn't as forceful, it still caused Yang Yueyin waves of pain.
*Slap slap slap slap…*
Her snow-white buttocks quickly turned a tender, vibrant red, trembling slightly. Her
skin grew even hotter, and the flow of her vaginal fluids increased.
As the slaps intensified, her body swayed violently, her delicate, pert breasts
bobbing back and forth. The slaps on her buttocks seemed to possess a magical power, causing her to let out
intermittent, wanton moans.
"Mmm… mmm… harder… from now on… let your little brother see… let him
touch… let him hit my buttocks… every day."
These soft moans only fueled Zhang Wuji's lust.
Soon, Zhang Wuji's slapping had completely transformed into an irresistible pleasure for Sister Yang, especially
when his slightly rough hands brushed against her vulva, which excited her uncontrollably. Her vaginal
fluids flowed like a torrent, trickling onto the ground and quickly forming
a puddle.
While Yang Yueyin was still immersed in the pleasure of being spanked, the spanking suddenly stopped. Caught off guard,
Sister Yang blurted out, "No! Brother…don't stop…!"
Zhang Wuji chuckled, "I never expected that such a noble and elegant woman as Sister Yang, beautiful as a fairy, would
enjoy being spanked so much."
Sister Yang gasped, "Yes…I'm a slutty woman…please, brother…punish me properly…
beat my slutty ass to pieces…" Sister Yang seemed to have lost her senses.
If she were in her usual state, seeing herself in this degrading state, she might have been ashamed enough to draw her sword and commit suicide.
Zhang Wuji, the seasoned veteran, felt the time was right. He flipped Yang Yueyin back over and aimed his enormous penis at
her secret paradise, slowly inserting it.
Although Yang Yueyin wasn't a virgin, she had already endured Zhang Wuji's ravaging the previous night, and today's lovemaking
inevitably caused her a pang of pain, making her cry out.
Before Yang Yueyin could recover, the pain gradually subsided. What followed was a series of
tingling, both endearing and exasperating sensations within her vagina. She began to wriggle her hips, trying to alleviate the itch in her vagina with his penis.
The passion of the previous night allowed Yang Yueyin to quickly overcome the initial pain and begin to enjoy the intoxicating pleasure. Excited
, Zhang Wuji pressed his body completely against Yang Yueyin's. Her elastic breasts,
under the pressure of Zhang Wuji's strong pectoral muscles, constantly deformed and reformed, as if they might burst at any moment.
Yang Yueyin's ecstatic expression ignited Zhang Wuji's primal instincts, his lust intensifying. His penis swelled
, and he could no longer be gentle or tender. His hips thrust harder,
as if he wouldn't stop until he had completely penetrated Yang Yueyin's vagina.
While his lower body moved incessantly, his mouth was also busy. Sometimes he sucked on Yang Yueyin's lips, and
sometimes, when their lips parted, he rubbed his face against her shoulders, giving her an even more comprehensive and stimulating pleasure.
Each thrust caused Yang Yueyin to writhe wildly from side to side, her full,
white breasts bobbing up and down with each stroke. Yang Yueyin's wanton reactions further fueled Zhang Wuji
's lust.
"Ah...oh...oh..."
"Oh...good...faster...faster...oh..."
"Brother Wuji...harder...harder..."
"Good brother...sister is willing to be penetrated by you for a lifetime...even if you tear sister's little hole apart...it doesn't matter
..."
Yang Yueyin's moans and groans were even bolder, more seductive, and more wanton than the night she lost her virginity yesterday.
Now she only hoped that her plump vulva could please Zhang Wuji, hoping that Zhang Wuji could enjoy her
body more unrestrainedly and bring her a blissful sexual pleasure. The restraint, aloofness, nobility, and dignity of Yang Guo's descendant were all
thrown to the winds.
Zhang Wuji's offensive was like a raging torrent, wave after wave, which intensely and constantly stimulated Yang Yueyin's hot flesh hole
, causing it to instinctively contract and writhe. The wet, tender flesh inside the flesh hole worked hard to wrap around and squeeze
the penis, as if trying to swallow this ferocious giant into its cavity. Due to the continuous and intense impact,
Yang Yueyin reached several climaxes in succession. Each climax nearly brought her to a semi-conscious state.
At this moment, Zhang Wuji also seemed to have reached his limit; his eyes rolled back, and his penis, like a roaring cannon,
began to violently ejaculate thick, white semen. As Yang Yueyin's cervix felt the spray of Zhang Wuji's semen, she
too reached the peak of climax, not to be outdone. Now she felt as if her very bones had been drained, completely drained of
strength, only able to gasp for breath, savoring the intense pleasure of the orgasm.
After ejaculating, Zhang Wuji climbed on top of Yang Yueyin, holding her tightly. He wasn't the type to only ejaculate once.
Seeing that Sister Yang had already submitted to him, Zhang Wuji, a man who could be satisfied with anything, decided to go all the way and
open her back door as well.
Thinking this, Zhang Wuji didn't stop, turning Yang Yueyin's body over again, so that her fleshy
buttocks faced him. He slapped them a few times, then spread her buttocks apart,
brought his face close, and began licking Yang Yueyin's delicate and lovely pink anus.
The pure and innocent Sister Yang couldn't withstand such treatment, feeling both ashamed and embarrassed: "Good brother...don't...don't touch
there...it's dirty there..."
Hearing Yang Yueyin's sweet voice, Zhang Wuji chuckled and said, "Sister Yang is a fairy descended from heaven, her whole
body exuding celestial aura. How dare we mortals disdain Sister Yang?" After saying this, Zhang Wuji vigorously rubbed Sister Yang's
irresistible buttocks and continued his attack on her anus.
As Zhang Wuji licked and rubbed her, Yang Yueyin's jade-like legs trembled uncontrollably, her round buttocks swaying incessantly
. Her face flushed, she thought to herself, "I never imagined that being messed with like this by Brother Wuji could bring me such
pleasure. How happy Miss Zhao Min must be, being favored by him every night!" Lost in these thoughts, Zhang Wuji's tongue
probed her anus again, causing her to let out a wanton moan. He lay down on her, her breasts
pressing against the bed, the two small cherries on their peaks rubbing against the mattress with pleasure. Her anus contracted and relaxed,
and a gush of warm, clear fluid oozed from her vagina.
It seemed as if Yang Yueyin's body contained a vast pool of sweet, inexhaustible fluid.
Zhang Wuji clicked his tongue in amazement, thinking, "I thought Minmin, this Mongolian beauty, was already quite wanton, but compared to Yang Yueyin, she's nothing
."
Indeed, seeing Sister Yang draw a world map on the bedsheet, soaking it to a glistening wetness
, the saturated sheet couldn't hold any more liquid. Drops of fluid dripped down the sheet,
forming a waterlogged mess on the floor.
Later, whenever Zhang Wuji and Sister Yang made love, they wouldn't drink water beforehand, enjoying the
beauty's nectar in bed. Each time, Zhang Wuji was thoroughly satisfied—but that's a story for another time.
Seeing Sister Yang so aroused, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of accomplishment. He couldn't resist
slapping her buttocks twice more, then turned her around, positioning her head against his penis,
and offered his one-eyed dragon to Yang Yueyin's mouth.
Yang Yueyin hesitated. If she willingly licked this thing she both loved and hated,
would Brother Wuji think she was too lewd? If she refused, would he be angry? But her tongue had already involuntarily
wrapped around Zhang Wuji's huge penis, quickly licking away the remaining semen and vaginal fluids before letting Zhang Wuji
's penis slowly enter her cherry-like mouth.
This was Yang Yueyin's first time giving oral sex to a man, and she had absolutely no skill, biting Zhang Wuji until he felt a slight pain. Zhang Wuji
leaned down and whispered instructions in her ear, telling her how to make her feel better.
Strangely enough, Sister Yang's talent in this area seemed to surpass her martial arts talent; she quickly grasped
the knack. Following Zhang Wuji's guidance, she used her newly learned oral skills, her nimble tongue constantly swirling around the huge penis
, her soft red lips opening and closing perfectly. She licked, held, blew, sucked, and
smacked—she knew it all, and was proficient in everything. The intense pleasure thrilled Zhang Wuji, who involuntarily cried out
, "Good sister...good wife...you're amazing...I'll fuck you every day from now on...and with Minmin
...until you can't get out of bed...!"
Hearing him call her "wife," Yang Yueyin was even happier, ignoring his vulgar and lewd words, and
served him even more diligently, repeatedly guiding his penis deep into her throat, letting the pleasure slowly
climb up Zhang Wuji's penis, assaulting his already numb brain. Zhang Wuji grabbed Yang Yueyin's hair, and
without thinking, relentlessly thrusting his penis in and out, the gentle Yang Yueyin letting him do as he pleased.
With a low growl, Zhang Wuji ejaculated a large amount of semen deep into her throat. Ignoring the choking sensation in her throat, Yang Yueyin
swallowed it forcefully, even more eagerly inhaling and exhaling the still erect red dragon
repeatedly, her small tongue nimbly licking and entwining, instantly giving Zhang Wuji a new kind of pleasure.
Enjoying Yang Yueyin's near-perfect oral service, Zhang Wuji secretly rejoiced. "Back then, when I had
Minmin use her mouth to do it for me, she took a long time to learn. I never expected that Sister Yang, this sacred and inviolable
fairy descended from heaven, would be even more proactive and wanton in bed than Minmin, that Mongolian woman. If I could have
pleasure with both of them at the same time in bed, one dragon and two phoenixes, enjoying the bliss of having two women, I, Zhang Wuji, would have no regrets in this life."
Thinking of Sister Yang's still untouched chrysanthemum, Zhang Wuji couldn't restrain himself and flipped her back over.
Poor Sister Yang's body had been turned over and over by Zhang Wuji so many times today that she was completely disoriented and could only let
Zhang Wuji do as he pleased.
Seeing that his glans was already moistened by Yang Yueyin's saliva, Zhang Wuji directly spread her buttocks and slowly
inserted his penis into her narrow anus.
As soon as the glans entered, Yang Yueyin tensed up, her cherry-like mouth gaping open, enduring
the excruciating pain. Zhang Wuji quickly comforted her, "Don't be afraid, my wife. Minmin also suffered
for a while before she started to enjoy life. After hardship comes happiness, please bear with it for now, my sister."
Hearing him mention Zhao Min, Yang Yueyin thought to herself: Zhao Min and Brother Wuji have shared hardships and trials,
their affection far surpassing her own. If she couldn't even endure this little hardship, how could she win Brother Wuji
's heart? She gritted her teeth and said, "Brother... Husband... I'm fine. Please enjoy my body, don't
worry about my feelings."
Zhang Wuji was pleased with the change in how Yang Yueyin addressed him. His penis seemed a bit too large,
tightly gripped by the small opening at Yang's anus, causing him unbearable discomfort and leaving him in a dilemma. Zhang Wuji couldn't
bear to see Yang suffer, but dared not move further. He began kneading Yang Yueyin's breasts with both hands to ease
her tension. Only when Yang's anus slowly relaxed did he thrust in a little more. He repeated this several times.
Afterwards, seeing that at least half of his treasure was inside her flower bud, Zhang Wuji no longer held back and began to enjoy it.
Yang Yueyin's chrysanthemum also responded to the rhythm of Zhang Wuji's thrusts, constantly writhing, the tight and narrow
anus desperately sucking on his penis, its heat no less than that of Yang's tender flower, and the
tightness even surpassing it.
Yang Yueyin's wanton body was aroused again, kneeling before Zhang Wuji like a conquered bitch
, screaming wildly, the frenzied sexual pleasure constantly impacting her body and will,
permanently branding Zhang Wuji's name deep in her soul.
Zhang Wuji's pleasure also erupted in an instant, an unknown number of spurts of semen, like shooting stars
, heavily hitting Yang Yueyin's anus, as if trying to pierce through her. For a moment, he only felt
a tingling numbness in his waist, both weak and pleasurable.
Yang Yueyin felt extremely comfortable and softly lay down on the bed.
Even with Zhang Wuji's exceptionally profound Nine Yang Divine Skill, he felt too weak to continue fighting, so he held Yang Yueyin and lay down to sleep
. However, he noticed that Yang Yueyin wasn't sleepy and seemed preoccupied, so he couldn't help but ask with concern, "My dear wife, what's on your mind
?"
Yang Yueyin stared blankly at him, her expression somber, and said, "Wuji, you already have a wife, but I still
... If Miss Zhao finds out..."
Zhang Wuji quickly replied, "Sister Yang, don't worry, Minmin is understanding; she will definitely treat you well."
Yang Yueyin hugged Zhang Wuji's body, stroking his broad chest, and said wistfully, "Yueyin doesn't
care about titles or status; she only wishes to stay by her brother's side." "Yueyin is willing to do anything for her younger brother."
Zhang Wuji's blood boiled, and he said seriously, "Zhang Wuji is thrice blessed to have Sister Yang's favor. I will definitely take
responsibility for you to the end and never let you suffer the slightest grievance. Otherwise, Wuji will..."
Yang Yueyin quickly covered his mouth, smiled sweetly at him, and said softly, "Don't say unlucky things. Wuji
, do you still call me sister?"
Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily, "Yes, my good wife." He then kissed Yang Yueyin's
lips and was reluctant to let go for a long time...
The next day, Zhang Wuji took Yang Yueyin away from the Ancient Tomb and returned home. After hesitating for a moment,
he told Zhao Min the whole story. Yang Yueyin was very nervous outside the house, afraid that Zhao Min would not let Zhang Wuji accept her.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Min was not displeased with Yang Yueyin's arrival at all, but instead warmly welcomed her. It turned out that Zhao Min
had been suffering terribly from Zhang Wuji's ailment caused by the poison for the past few years , and had long hoped for a sister to share her burdens, but that
person couldn't be Zhou Zhiruo. Yang Yueyin had once defeated Zhou Zhiruo at the Lion-Slaying Assembly and saved Zhang Wuji and his adoptive
father, the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun, and had even told Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji the truth about the deserted island incident. Zhao Min was extremely grateful to her and
naturally wouldn't mind sharing Zhang Wuji with her.
Zhang Wuji and Yang Yueyin breathed a sigh of relief when their fears were unfounded. Remembering that their grandmaster Zhang
Sanfeng was still concerned about their safety, they went to Wudang Mountain with their two wives to visit him.
Zhang Sanfeng was delighted to see that his grand-disciple had not only recovered from his serious illness but had also married a descendant of the Condor Hero, a double
blessing for Zhang Wuji. Zhang Sanfeng then asked Yang Yueyin about the Yang family, and Yang Yueyin
answered him in detail. Zhang Sanfeng, recalling the kindness of the Condor Hero who taught him three moves a day at the summit of Mount Hua, was filled with emotion and
instructed Zhang Wuji to treat Yang Guo's descendants well. Zhang Wuji agreed, visited his other senior uncles and aunts,
stayed on Mount Wudang for three days, and then returned home with two beautiful women.
Later, fearing that Yang Yueyin, who had long lived in the Ancient Tomb, would not like life outside, Zhang Wuji simply moved his family there.
Yang Yueyin and Zhao Min treated each other as equals, without distinction between wife and concubine, and their relationship was quite harmonious. Thereafter, the three of them lived a carefree life in the Ancient Tomb
, enjoying the warmth of their bedchamber, raising children, and indulging in the pleasures of the boudoir.
[The End
]

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