【The Flower-Playing Emperor】 (2)

In "The Emperor of Flowers 2,
" I wasn't unconscious for long; I woke up shortly after. It was as if time had stopped.
A flood of memories appeared in my mind. It was a very peculiar feeling, as if those
memories were originally mine. I naturally understood many things and felt like I had experienced a great deal. After I
integrated all the memories, I understood the whole story. Speaking of integration, it wasn't simply turning his
memories into mine; after all, I hadn't experienced these things myself. It was just that these memories were stored
in my mind, and I could "flip through" them like turning the pages of a book when needed.
My first feeling was one of luck. It was a very special feeling towards Fentian. It was gratitude, admiration, disgust,
hatred… in short, a very complex emotion.
Because I knew that everything he gave me happened under duress, I felt lucky
. To Fentian, I can only say that this was my luck, and his misfortune. Now, everything in my mind truly
makes me grateful to him; these memories are priceless. Moreover, there was
the power he left me. All of this filled me with gratitude deep within my heart. But I
also felt hatred towards him. How could I not hate someone who once tried to kill me?
Shaking my head, the most important thing now was to refine the power he left me and cultivate it into my own. Thinking
it, I immediately sat cross-legged and began refining it according to the Burning Heaven Demonic Art he had created.
First, I absorbed the spirit that Burning Heaven had left to isolate the demonic energy. The demonic energy, now unrestrained, rushed into my
meridians like a flood. Immediately, I entered a meditative state according to the technique…
After about an hour, I roughly refined the demonic energy and woke up. Since I had already refined and stored it
within my body, there was no need to rush. Now I had an important matter to attend to.
Demonic art cannot be used in places where light exists, otherwise it would easily attract the wrath of those righteous "knights-errant."
Especially when it comes to someone of my special status, it's even more likely to cause panic among those people. I'm
a member of the royal family. If they find out I'm practicing demonic arts, not only will they fight me to the death, but if
word gets back to my father, it will be disastrous. At that point, forget about
achieving my ambitions; I fear my father's pitiful affection for me won't withstand
the machinations of those righteous sects who are most adept at twisting right and wrong, leading to a betrayal of family. Then I'll have nothing left.
Moreover, the temperament of someone who practices demonic arts deepens with the power of their art, becoming increasingly dark and arrogant
. Coupled with a body shrouded in sinister black demonic energy, they seem eager to keep their demonic cultivation a secret.
I'm not worried about this negative demonic influence; with my dark personality, how much could it possibly worsen?
However, there are solutions. Fentian left me with his most powerful and versatile
artifact. This divine artifact is the Mist Concealing Pearl, the supreme treasure of the Heavenly Pole Sect. The Heavenly Pole Sect is Fen Tian's sect, currently
the leading demonic sect. Its supreme treasure is incredibly powerful, capable of shaking mountains and rivers. Only a few
supreme treasures from several super-powerful sects can rival it. It had been fusing within his demonic embryo, and Fen Tian carried it with him during his escape . This artifact 　　played a significant role
in enabling him to escape from Dao Xu despite his severe injuries . 　　 The Mist Concealing Pearl's greatest function is to conceal the user's form and aura. Even a Grandmaster-level 　　expert like Dao Xu cannot easily detect it with his divine sense. Moreover, the Mist Concealing Pearl has been 　　refined by several generations of experts from the Heavenly Pole Sect, and it is imbued with seven powerful and extraordinary magic arrays 　　. However, I only need it to demonstrate my demonic energy. Under certain circumstances, it can also slightly 　　transform and release some righteous magic power. In this way, I will become a righteous cultivator. 　　 The Mist Concealing Pearl is currently within my dantian, its fusion with the remaining demonic energy of Burning Heaven that I haven't yet fully internalized 　　. I must slowly refine this demonic energy; once it's fully integrated into myself, the Mist Concealing Pearl 　　will naturally be mine. Moreover, it can hold a large amount of demonic energy, meaning it will become my second dantian. At 　　that time, my power will at least double. 　　 The key lies in these next two days; I mustn't let anyone discover my secret. 　　 Fortunately, no one in this palace is very familiar with me, and I haven't made any friends. My wet nurse 　　was sent to the Chaoxia Palace, a place for palace maids to retire, when I was three. 　　 Therefore, for the next two days, I became very mysterious and secretive, fearing that my 　　secret of cultivating demonic arts would be discovered. 　　 Finally, on the night of this day, two days later, I cultivated enough demonic energy and took possession of the Mist Concealing Pearl. Burning Heaven's memories 　　contain a method that allows a sentient artifact to recognize its master. After recognizing its master, the artifact's power not only 　　increases with the master's power but also allows it to communicate with its master's mind. This is comparable to the supreme state of perfect harmony between man and weapon. This method 　　is the blood-refining technique, where blood is used to refine weapons. This is a nearly 　　lost weapon-refining technique that Fen Tian found while searching for information about the cultivation of the Demon Embryo. Unfortunately, it took a little too long, a full ten years. Fen Tian also believed 　　he no longer needed this technique, so he didn't cultivate it. But now I have plenty of time; 　　wouldn't ten years later be the time for me to unleash my full power? Therefore, from the very beginning, when I received the Mist Concealing Pearl and began its initial condensation, I 　　used the blood-refining method. I used my own blood combined with demonic energy to condense the divine weapon. Following the technique, I began to collect the Mist Concealing Pearl 　　into my dantian, using demonic energy to catalyze its yin transformation and condensation. I then infused my blood into the Mist Concealing Pearl. 　　 The Mist Concealing Pearl, worthy of being the Heavenly Extreme Sect's most treasured artifact, is exceptionally spiritual. After the initial condensation, I 　　felt a connection to it, as if flesh and blood were intertwined. 　　 Next, I will cultivate demonic arts to increase my abilities. This will be a difficult process. From Fen Tian's memories, 　　I know how bitter and arduous cultivation is. But I will persevere. Just because I am royalty. 　　I have no powerful backing in this palace. The other princes' families are all generals or prime ministers. They can afford not to work hard 　　, but I cannot. My mother died after giving birth to me. She was a pitiful woman who lost both her parents.

She became a concubine because of her beauty. But ultimately, she had no real power. So after her death, the eldest and second princes
could bully me at will. But I was not resigned to this. I wanted to have my own power. Only with power could I have
the leverage to speak, and only then could I have the confidence to ascend to the throne. So before I had any power, I needed to cultivate my skills
and build my strength. Are emperors born that way? They can become emperors through their own strength,
why can't I?
But there is one thing I must be careful about: I am currently not strong enough, and the palace is rife with powerful factions. They will not
allow a new force to emerge, so I can only develop in the shadows. But this suits me perfectly
. Only a venomous snake in the dark can deliver a fatal blow.
As for my initial strength, I think I possessed it when Fentian passed on his memories and skills to me. Fentian was
the sect leader of the Heavenly Extreme Sect, the head of the Demonic Sects. Now he is dead, and I happen to be his successor. As long as I can cultivate the Fentian Demonic
Art that Fentian created to cultivate the Demonic Embryo... Perhaps in ten years I could cultivate into a demonic embryo, and then I would be
invincible. Thinking of this, my heart burned with excitement. But I knew my path was
long and fraught with danger, a path that could plunge me into utter ruin at any moment. I couldn't afford
to be complacent or arrogant because of this small stroke of luck. I knew that in the face of the machinery of the state,
the power of an individual was utterly insignificant.
For the next year, I devoted almost all my energy to cultivation. Nighttime was
the best time to cultivate the Burning Heaven Demonic Art. Daytime was somewhat inconvenient. So I would often sit blankly in one
place, lost in thought. This was me organizing the memories left behind by the Burning Heaven Demonic Art. It was already stored in my mind,
but it seemed too vast. So vast that I couldn't even distinguish it all. Only some useful memories
would surface when I thought of related events. This seemed good, but it was too passive.
I didn't like this feeling. So when I had nothing to do, I would pretend to be oblivious. Meanwhile, my consciousness frantically absorbed
the experience here. When no one was watching, I began cultivating my treasure—the Mist Concealing Pearl. Blood Refinement
isn't something that can be completed overnight. It requires years of accumulation until the blood within the Mist Concealing Pearl reaches
a certain quantity, at which point it's considered complete. Although the Mist Concealing Pearl hasn't yet stored enough of my blood, I can already
clearly feel its breath. It exists within my soul as if it has a life of its own.
Within the Demon Sect, there's a hierarchy of power, from lowest to highest: White Demon, Demon Servant, Demon General, Demon Commander
, and Grandmaster. There are also lower-ranking demon soldiers who don't meet the standards. In the Demon Sect, anyone who reaches a certain level is
considered skilled. Therefore, even the lowest-ranking White Demon can hold a minor leadership position. However, this hierarchy
isn't entirely clear. For example, at the highest Grandmaster level, a single Burning Heaven cultivator can defeat
the combined attack of three other Grandmasters.
I currently possess about one-tenth of the power of a Burning Heaven cultivator at his peak. Although it's a bit less, it was
formed from the demonic embryo within Fentian's body, so it's naturally incredibly pure. While my power is at the Demon Commander level, I'm confident
I can defeat a Grandmaster-level figure in the Demonic Sect.
Most importantly, I'm only eight years old. Tell me, who at eight years old possesses such formidable strength?
However, I don't intend for others to know. Now, I'm not in a hurry to cultivate. I should plan carefully and
develop my own power.
I've heard that the most popular figure in the court right now isn't Zhang Jin, the Grand Chancellor and Left Prime Minister, nor is it
Li Huai'en, the Right Prime Minister with immense military power and countless disciples, but rather the current Imperial Preceptor, Yang Yu, who returned to court a year ago after traveling
.
My first target is him. I've heard he doesn't have any disciples yet. I, this
boy whom Fentian considers exceptionally talented, wonder if I can meet his ideal target. Unfortunately, I haven't left the palace this past year, so I
haven't met the currently incredibly popular Imperial Preceptor. However, I wasn't in a hurry. My target was already set; I was just waiting to make a name for myself
and attract his attention. That would be the crucial moment. Of course, at this time, I had no idea that the Imperial Preceptor Yang
Yu was the Dao Xu who had injured Fen Tian and then ambushed him. Otherwise, I wouldn't have had this thought.
Since there was no rush, I planned to first dispose of Fen Tian's body. The most important thing was that Fen Tian might have
some very valuable items on him. Those were the fruits of the Heavenly Extreme Sect's labor of love. A year ago, my demonic arts weren't that powerful, and
if I left the palace, I would inevitably attract the attention of the experts in the Imperial Palace's Hall of Worship. Now it was different.
Although I was still no match for those old fogies, escaping shouldn't be a problem.
So, late that night, I sneaked out of the palace. This was my first time using demonic arts. Although I was very excited, I
didn't dare to be careless. I was cautious the whole way, and perhaps because of my caution, the escape went quite smoothly.
After leaving the palace, my excitement reached its peak. I felt like a bird soaring freely in the sky. I looked
at the night outside the palace with wonder. Although not magnificent, it possessed a unique, simple charm. This was my first time
experiencing the outside world firsthand.
Perhaps I was too excited, but it felt like I arrived at the foot of Changyang Mountain very quickly. I calmed myself down and
headed towards the teleportation array.
There was actually a mansion here. And in front of the mansion was a tomb. The inscription on the tombstone read: Tomb of Fen Tian, the
35th Sect Master of the Tianji Sect. Below it was clearly inscribed: Erected by Dao Xu.
This tomb… was actually erected by Dao Xu for Fen Tian.
As I was lost in thought, a slender hand patted my shoulder, startling me and bringing me back to
my senses. This person had been standing silently behind me. If he had ill intentions and intended to ambush me,
wouldn't I be finished? The thought sent a chill down my spine.
Composing myself, just as I was about to see who this master was who had approached me so unnoticed,
a familiar voice reached my ears: "Young friend, have you lost your way in these vast mountains?"
Why does that voice sound so familiar? Could it be…?
I quickly turned to confirm my suspicions, and a familiar face appeared before me, with completely white
eyebrows and beard. He was dressed as a Taoist priest, but without a whisk in his hand. Good heavens! It was him! My mind raced…
He spun around rapidly, his face betraying no emotion, and said to him, "Greetings, Daoist Master! I ran away from home to
play. Who knew it would get dark so quickly? I've been wandering around here, but I can't find my way. Daoist Master,
could you tell me which direction the town at the foot of Changyang Mountain is in?... Um... It's... so... late now
... Waaah... I'm so scared..." By the end, he was sobbing uncontrollably.
While he spoke, tears streamed down his face, a heartbreaking sight. Who knew that he was secretly gathering all his
strength, plotting how to escape undetected once he discovered him? He remembered that a year ago,
after Fentian was defeated by him, he escaped using the Mist Concealment Pearl. Unfortunately, he hadn't used the Mist Concealment Pearl to hide himself when he activated the teleportation array
, otherwise Fentian wouldn't have been ambushed and his body destroyed. But in that sense, shouldn't I thank
this person for the ambush? If Fentian hadn't been physically destroyed, he wouldn't have given me all his memories and power.
The person behind him was Dao Xu. After "killing" Fentian, he didn't return to his sect
, the Yi Qi Sect. Instead, he built a mansion in front of this teleportation array to facilitate his research. His restoration
of his position as Imperial Preceptor was also for this purpose.
Upon seeing me, he suddenly pinched my shoulder, exclaiming in surprise, "Skin as smooth as ice and bones
as jade! A martial arts prodigy, one in a thousand years!"
This touched a nerve with Dao Xu. Since becoming the sect leader of the Yi Qi Sect at the sect's summons
, Dao Xu had risen through the ranks to become the leader of the Heavenly Alliance, composed of the seven righteous sects
. He then comprehended the secrets of heaven and cultivated into a Daoist Nascent Soul, becoming the first Daoist to achieve this. The Yi Qi Sect instantly became the leading Daoist sect, while
the Earth Demon Sect declined. Although Dao Xu had achieved great success, he always had one regret:
besides his daughter, he had no other disciples. As a grandmaster, his standards were simply
too high. Whenever he encountered a suitable successor, his pursuit of perfection meant he would always find fault with them. Over time
, no one dared to disturb the Grandmaster's secluded cultivation. Although having no disciple meant little to him,
his status was that of the leader of the Qi Sect. Could he allow the Qi Sect to die without a successor? That would make him
a sinner for the entire sect.
Finding a suitable successor had become a matter of great concern for Dao Xu, so now that he had encountered me,
a martial arts prodigy rarely seen in a millennium, he couldn't help but be tempted. Thinking this, Dao Xu was about to voice his thoughts,
but the words caught in his throat. No! This was Dao Xu's thought; he was a cautious man and knew that such a
presumptuous approach was inappropriate. The child didn't know his great reputation. If he spoke now,
what if the child refused his request? Wouldn't that be embarrassing? Thinking this, Dao Xu didn't speak immediately. He needed to
carefully devise a way to take this disciple under his wing.
I had no patience for his talk of "ice-like skin and jade-like bones" and "a once-in-a-millennium beauty"—I already knew all that.
Right now, I was thinking about how to escape from this scoundrel! Hearing his words, I quickly bowed
and took my leave: "Thank you for your praise, Daoist Master, but I am unworthy of it. I am in a hurry to get home, so I will take
my leave now." Without giving him time to react, I turned and left, ignoring my fabricated
story of being "lost. "
Seeing me about to leave, Dao Xu's eyes lit up, and an idea came to him. He said to me, "Wait, aren't you lost
? If you keep going west from here, you'll reach Changyang Town. Be careful, let me escort you!" He then used his
lightness skill to catch up. I dared not use my lightness skill in front of him, and could only watch helplessly as this terrifying figure
approached.
Dao Xu lifted me up, using all his power, and flew westward through the air. As I flew,
I was still fantasizing about seeing him display his unparalleled lightness skill, kneeling down and begging to be taken as his disciple.
But I was destined to disappoint him; I didn't voice Dao Xu's fantasy until we reached Changyang Town.
Dao Xu wasn't discouraged; he had finally found someone with good potential, and if he didn't have the patience, he wouldn't be
the leader of a sect. He accompanied me to the only carriage shop in town, then forcefully knocked on the door. Only with the help of money
did the two burly men at the shop stop him from breaking his old bones.
I bought a carriage, hired a driver, and was about to return to the capital. But that stubborn Dao Xu would
n't agree, saying he was worried about me and wanted to take me home. I really couldn't shake off this clingy guy. I
had no choice but to take him along.
By the time we arrived at Changyang Tiandu, it was already dawn. The city gates seemed to have been open long ago. Crowds of people were coming and going in an endless stream.
I told the driver to take the carriage to the front of the palace.
In front of the palace gates...
I pointed to the palace and said to the dumbfounded Dao Xu, "This is my home. You can go back now without worry!"
Then, ignoring him, I walked straight to the palace gate, revealing the dragon-patterned jade pendant my father had given me last year.
A large group of people knelt down at the palace gate. I strode in.
Just as my figure disappeared, another important figure arrived at the palace gate.
The captain of the imperial guards had just stood up, wondering, "This child must be the Fifth Prince
. When did he leave? I didn't know." Just then, a man in a Taoist robe approached him. He was about to
stop him from going forward when he looked up and was startled. He quickly greeted the man with a smile, "Oh!
Isn't this the Grand Preceptor? Coming to see the Emperor so early today?"
This man was, of course, Dao Xu, who hadn't given up on taking on a disciple. He was overjoyed to see his prospective disciple enter the palace.
What was his relationship with the Emperor? Two days ago, Emperor Shenwei had asked him to tutor the Third Prince, Yu Tianji. If
this child was indeed a prince, wouldn't that be a windfall? So he came to inquire about the child's identity
.
Daoxu exchanged pleasantries with the captain of the Imperial Guard for a while before getting to the point: "The child who just went in was
…" He deliberately left the conversation open, giving the captain of the Imperial Guard an opportunity.
Sure enough, the captain of the Imperial Guard, having risen to his current position, was a seasoned veteran. He immediately
revealed the Fifth Prince's background: "That is His Majesty's youngest prince, the Fifth Prince, Yu Tianyuan. His Highness is eight years old this year! His Highness
never leaves the palace. Perhaps he ran out to play just now! You…"
Dao Xu chuckled, "Oh! It's nothing, it's nothing. You go ahead with your work. I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to see the Emperor
."
"The Fifth Prince," Dao Xu muttered to himself. A sinister smile soon appeared on his face.
"Achoo!"
I suddenly sneezed as I was preparing to cultivate the Burning Heaven Demon Art. I thought I was sick! I immediately circulated my energy
seventy-two times. Finding nothing amiss, I relaxed slightly.
Thinking about yesterday's encounter, I secretly marveled at how I had escaped a calamity. The Mist Concealing Pearl was indeed extraordinary;
after just one year of blood refinement, it had managed to deceive Grandmaster Dao Xu. Although Dao Xu hadn't paid attention to me at the time, being able to
fool him when he was careless made me incredibly proud.
Just as I was feeling smug, a sharp voice rang out: "The Emperor has arrived!"
I quickly jumped out of bed, hastily tidied myself, and summoned the eunuch who was serving me, hurrying
outside.
In the courtyard of my residence, Tianyuan Residence, stood my father, a Taoist priest, and a large group of eunuchs and palace maids
.
Upon closer inspection, I
realized the Taoist priest was Daoxu. Daoxu's eyes immediately lit up when he saw me, as if he had found some treasure. I
suspected he had some strange fetishes typical of the upper class. Just as goosebumps were rising all over my body, Daoxu's
words sent a chill down my spine.
The words didn't contain any substantial content or terrifying threat. He simply nodded repeatedly,
saying, "Good! Good! It's him!" But the meaning of those words was profound
. Hearing this, I immediately thought of our accidental meeting last night. Had he discovered something? Had he
found out I was practicing demonic arts? Why hadn't he exposed me after discovering it? Did he already know about me?
Having discovered my demonic arts, he couldn't do anything about it himself, so he asked my father to deal with me! The more I thought about it,
the more likely this seemed. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was doomed. I seemed to see the yellow dragon
robe embroidered with a ferocious dragon receding from me…
My father, his face grim, sternly questioned me: “Yuan’er, do you know your mistake?”
I stammered, unable to speak. What could I say? Could I say I didn’t know this demonic art? Could I say
I was forced to learn it? At that moment, I calmed down. I realized things weren’t so bad after all. At least my
imagined scenario hadn’t been confirmed by my father and the scoundrel. Why should I deceive myself like this?
Just as I calmed down a little, Dao Xu’s words immediately ignited my anger to a new peak
. He actually added fuel to the fire by pleading with my father: “Your Majesty! The Fifth Prince is still young. A child’s
momentary playfulness isn’t a big mistake, as long as he can correct it! Your Majesty, please forgive him!”
What does “momentary playfulness” mean? Practicing demonic art “isn’t a big mistake”? "You damned brat,
if you piss me off, I'll fight you to the death, even if it means losing everything!"
Just then, the Emperor spoke: "Yuan'er, I know you're young and playful. Now that the Imperial Preceptor has pleaded for you,
I won't hold your sneaking out of the palace last night a mistake." He paused, then pointed to Dao
Xu and said to me, "This is the current Imperial Preceptor, Yang Yu, the head of the First Qi Sect, the number one sect in the Heavenly Dynasty. I see you're
quite playful, so I'll have the Imperial Preceptor teach you! You met the Imperial Preceptor yesterday. He was quite satisfied with your aptitude, so he
agreed to let me take you as his disciple."
Yu Qingtian was in a very good mood. He had finally fulfilled his old friend's request. Today, Dao Xu came to the palace
to see him, actually to discuss taking him as a disciple. He had brought this up several times, but Dao Xu had refused. This
time, Dao Xu was actually taking the initiative to take him as a disciple. This couldn't help but surprise Yu Qingtian. When he learned that his old friend wanted to take him as a
disciple, he found it even more unbelievable. Then I felt incredibly
happy. I begged you, and you wouldn't agree; now that I'm not begging you, you've come to me instead. How could Yu Qingtian not feel
happy?
The two of them discussed it for a long time, and then made a big deal out of my sneaking out of the palace last night. Then, before I could
react, they forced me to comply. That's how today's scene came about. To be honest,
this could have been done with just an imperial decree. But that would be using power to oppress people. It wouldn't be convincing. And the person being oppressed was his own son.
That was even more unreasonable. So Yu Qingtian acted entirely according to Dao Xu's version.
Then Father Emperor started a speech. Perhaps because he was particularly happy today, Father
Emperor, who was usually very quiet, started rambling on and on about "not living up to expectations" and "working hard." He rambled on about everything.
I didn't hear Father Emperor's words at all. I was just immersed in the shock of so much information.
First, I'm sure that the old bastard didn't discover that I was practicing demonic arts. I can continue my great cause.
Secondly, the Imperial Preceptor I've always wanted to become your disciple turns out to be Dao Xu, Fen Tian's sworn enemy. Although I don't harbor
any hatred towards him, due to Fen Tian's influence, I have absolutely no goodwill towards him. Yet, my father wants him to
be my master. This, which previously thrilled me with the Imperial Preceptor's identity, now fills me with immense difficulty.
After analyzing these two points, I saw through today's farce. My father's comment, "
I'm quite satisfied with your aptitude," reveals that everything today was arranged by Dao Xu to take me as his disciple.
Doesn't Fen Tian understand my aptitude? It's a once-in-a-millennium talent! Last night, Dao Xu even described me as
having "ice-like skin and jade-like bones." Now, isn't my father's statement a clear indication that he's afraid I won't agree? Dao Xu doesn't seem to have any
disciples, at least not Fen Tian, Dao Xu's mortal enemy. So, seeing my excellent aptitude, it's no wonder
he's so nervous.
I need to think this through carefully. This matter doesn't seem to have any disadvantages for me. It should be considered a godsend!
To have a powerful backer and learn the ultimate techniques of the One Qi Sect—this was an incredible stroke of luck!
Thinking this, I knelt down before Dao Xu without hesitation. I respectfully kowtowed three times to Dao Xu,
saying, "Master, please accept my three bows."
Dao Xu beamed with joy, repeatedly saying "Good!" Just as he was about to speak, I suggested, "Master, please
call me Yuan'er!"
Dao Xu wasn't displeased by my interruption; instead, he praised me even more enthusiastically. Then he got to the
point: "Today isn't really a formal apprenticeship ceremony. But from today onwards, you are the twenty-first generation disciple of my One Qi Sect.
Your Daoist name will be Xu Qing!"
Xu Qing!? I'm pretending! Why did they give me such a lame Daoist name!
But I dared not protest, and quickly kowtowed to Dao Xu, saying, "Thank you, Master, for bestowing this name!"
Dao Xu was very satisfied with my performance; as a member of the noble royal family, he showed no sign of impatience, which was truly commendable
.
At this moment, my father said to me, "I can't take care of you much in this palace, and you've suffered these past years
. Fortunately, there are still empty rooms in your master's Imperial Preceptor's residence, so you can move there. You can come back anytime. You
should ask your master for guidance often."
I quickly offered a few words of humility. Naturally, I didn't dare take his words about not taking good care of me seriously. My father had finally
discovered my value. Although it was a bit inhumane, it was indeed the truth. He
saw a glimmer of my worth in the fact that the Imperial Preceptor had accepted me as his disciple . He wanted to win me over with a few kind words. Of course, I had to show
my gratitude, even shedding tears of joy.
However, I didn't consider myself a candidate for Crown Prince in my father's eyes. Because I lacked the ability.
The Imperial Preceptor was a vague and unattainable position; he had no real military power. So I still didn't qualify.
Dao Xu, having achieved his goal, didn't linger and took his leave.
Only my father and I remained. I vaguely felt he had some great secret to tell me, so
I waited quietly.
My father was currently thinking about Dao Xu accepting me as his disciple. This proved that my talent surpassed that of my four
older brothers, because the Imperial Preceptor had only accepted me as his disciple and not my four brothers. My father's feelings for me were no longer just one-sided pity; perhaps now there was also affection involved! 　　I didn't know how high
Dao Xu's position was in my father's heart .
However, I am certain that the higher Dao Xu's position in his heart, the greater my advantage
in the future struggle for the throne. I have no capital, so I must create capital.
Dao Xu's position in Yu Qingtian's heart is very high, higher than I can imagine.
I saw my father wave his hand, and the servants all left. He sighed and lamented to me, "I misjudged
you. I see all sorts of people every day, but I only overlooked my own son. Even I have times when I am wrong
. I have truly wronged you. In these past few years, we, father and son, have hardly had any time to talk properly. Now,
can we have a heart-to-heart talk?"
I was overjoyed; my father was tired. This was my first thought after hearing his words. From the
tone of his sigh, I could tell he was discouraged. Discouraged for not treating me, his son, well. Haha! This is
a good sign! Emotion! That is the weakness of emperors. As long as I can firmly grasp this weakness, perhaps I won't need to
painstakingly develop my own power. No! We still need to develop, but it should be much easier this time!
I immediately pretended to be shocked. After a long, long time, I burst into tears. This
time, I thought of my mother, who died before I even saw her. I thought of the carefree
, happy childhoods of children outside…
I think I was really crying; I just wanted to release my emotions. I remember the last time I cried was when
my older brother bullied me. From that moment on, I learned to be strong and to be a better person.
I cried many, many times after that, but those weren't tears from the bottom of my heart. This time, I cried. I cried so hard,
so heartbroken.
I never thought I had such a talent for acting; I could actually numb myself with the truth. If I could deceive myself first
, then I wouldn't have to worry about deceiving outsiders.
When my father heard my heart-wrenching cries, his nose also stung. His tiger eyes were filled with tears. But my father
didn't let them fall. A king cannot shed tears and show his vulnerable side. As for me
, his son whom he didn't know well, he didn't yet show any vulnerability in front of me.
Then, my father and I talked for a long time, mostly about my life. I didn't tell him that I had inherited
the memories and power of the Burning Heaven; that was my secret. I wouldn't share it with anyone. An emperor's heart is always full
of secrets. From this perspective, I really have the potential to be emperor.
Then, my father said to me seriously, "I was originally planning to tell you when you turned twelve. But
now that you've been accepted as a disciple by the Imperial Preceptor, I'll tell you ahead of time. Actually, our Yu clan has its own martial
arts. When our ancestors were conquering the world, they practiced our Yu clan's ancestral 'Jade Condensation Technique.' Later, after the Yu clan
became the rulers of this land, successive emperors collected martial arts manuals for the Yu clan's disciples to practice. These
manuals are stored in the Imperial Armory, and now you are given the qualification to enter the Imperial Armory." My father called out,
"Little Noble Son."
Someone immediately responded. Then, a somewhat old, sleazy-looking eunuch entered.
My father instructed, "Go and inform Eunuch Li, the head of the Imperial Armory. Have him add Yu
Tianyuan, the seventh-generation descendant of the Yu family, to the list of those with free access."
"Yes,"
I replied. After dismissing him, my father continued, "The secret manuals in the armory are all Yu family secrets, so don't
let your master know. Also, you don't have any important matters to attend to right now, so move in with your master tomorrow.
I will check on your progress regularly. Alright. I should be going now."
I quickly followed him, and after seeing him out of my Tianyuan Residence, the eunuchs and maids my father had brought were
waiting outside. A young eunuch was pacing back and forth. Seeing my father and me emerge, he suddenly
knelt on the ground with a thud. He cried out in a panic, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something has happened! Consort Mei is missing!" He
then burst into tears, crying, "This servant deserves to die! I failed in my duty! Your Majesty, please kill
me!"
This young eunuch was quite clever, knowing how to use retreat as a means of advancement. This made his father reluctant to kill him.
His father, however, had no time for pleasantries and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
The young eunuch dared not cry anymore and carefully recounted the events.
The gist was that his father, the Emperor, had brought back a very famous woman from a brothel. It was said that she was
the most renowned of the four most famous courtesans in the capital. She was skilled in singing and dancing, possessing both beauty and talent. Best of all, she was still a child. Just yesterday,
the Emperor had brought this famous courtesan, Mei Ying'er, to the palace. Apparently, last night the Emperor somehow slept
with Empress Zhang Xin. Today, the Imperial Advisor came looking for him, so he hadn't gone. Who knew that the concubine Mei Ying'er, whom the Emperor had summoned from outside the palace,
had disappeared?
This young eunuch was responsible for serving Concubine Mei. He had fallen asleep last night and only realized she was
gone when he woke up this morning, so he rushed here in a panic. But the guards outside wouldn't let him in. He could only
wander around frantically outside. And that's how the scene just now unfolded…
My first thought after hearing the young eunuch's story was assassination. Then it was framing .
Such things are commonplace in the palace . It must be some kind of power struggle for favor. But that's none of my business. I can't
be bothered with such things!
"Useless! Foolish!"
After hearing the little eunuch's words, Father Emperor flew into a rage. He stepped forward and kicked the little eunuch. The poor
little eunuch didn't dare to fight back, only pretending to back away a few times. Father Emperor calmed down and didn't
bother the little eunuch anymore. He led a large group of people and left.
I didn't want to get into trouble with him. What if his anger affected me? So I
asked the little eunuch about the location of the royal armory. The little eunuch didn't know.
I was stunned for a moment, then it dawned on me. If even a little eunuch knew the location of the royal armory,
then Father Emperor wouldn't have needed to tell me so seriously that it was a secret of the Yu family. Thinking of this, I squinted at
the little eunuch, then turned around and went to find the noble eunuch.
The poor little eunuch was secretly executed on the very first day after the Emperor ascended the throne for violating royal dignity.
He died without ever knowing that my slip of the tongue was the main reason for his death.
I quickly caught up with my father's entourage. At the back of the procession, I found the
old eunuch whom my father called "Little Noble Son." I quietly explained my purpose to him, asking him to tell me the location of the royal armory. This old eunuch was
quite influential; he didn't make things difficult for me, the most down-on-my-luck and penniless prince, and directly told me
the location of the royal armory. I gave him a grateful look, thanked him, and took my leave.
Following the directions given by the old eunuch, I avoided many traps and arrived at a basement.
A plaque hung above the basement door, with four large, gilded characters written in a bold, powerful style—Royal Armory. I
pushed open the door and entered the armory. Soft light emanated from it. Inside were rows of bookshelves. On the shelves were
fist-sized luminous pearls. An old eunuch sat cross-legged on a prayer mat. I figured he must be
Eunuch Li, the armory manager whom the Emperor had sent to inform me. Look at the deep wrinkles on his face; I wondered how
old they were. Nevertheless, I nodded politely and asked, "You are…?"
The old eunuch opened his eyes; they were deep and bright, not at all like the eyes of an old man.
He slowly said, "I am the manager of this royal armory. You can call me Eunuch Li. You must be Yu Tianyuan,
the seventh-generation descendant of the Yu clan. I came here today specifically to meet you at your Tianyuan Residence. Don't speak yet. Let me
tell you about this armory.
This armory has three floors. This is the first floor, mainly containing some precious Qi cultivation manuals. Those are
treasures that are almost lost. However, I will give you the 'Jade Condensation Technique' left by the Yu clan's ancestors in a moment.
So you don't need to focus too much on these Qi cultivation books.
The second floor is below, where there are many powerful techniques. You should practice them carefully. If
you are curious, you can go and see the third floor. It is full of demonic arts manuals. The conditions for cultivation are
very harsh. So it is on the bottom floor. That
's all. There is nothing else in this small library. Here is the 'Jade Condensation Technique.' You should
cultivate it carefully. Now go down. Ask me if you have any questions."
As he spoke, he took out a small book from his bosom. The book was inscribed with the three large characters "凝玉决" (Ningyu Jue). I took the book, glanced at it, and put it
in my pocket. I had originally wanted to ask him a few questions, but upon reflection, I realized there wasn't much to ask.
He would definitely tell me what he could. Besides, I had already guessed some things, such as his statement, "I came to your Tianyuan
Residence today specifically to meet you," which clearly indicated that he was secretly monitoring me. So,
after saying goodbye, I went downstairs.
I didn't linger on the second floor and went straight to the third. Compared to the other two floors, the third floor was indeed a
bit empty. There was only one bookshelf, and only a few books on it. I randomly picked one up and opened it, only to see
that it read: Cultivation Requirements: Blood essence from one hundred infants and a bucket of venom from a ten-thousand-year-old venomous snake. This really
startled me. These conditions were not only vicious but also extremely difficult to fulfill. Not to mention the blood essence from one hundred infants, just
the bucket of venom from a ten-thousand-year-old venomous snake alone would require an immense amount of effort.
I searched through all the books and only found two manuals suitable for my cultivation.
One was called "The Soul-Devouring Technique," which required a master of demonic arts to willingly give all their essence
to the cultivator. I happened to meet this requirement. Moreover, the power of this technique was terrifying; it could absorb a person
's soul. The profound cultivation of the Soul-Devouring Technique could also absorb a person's true energy.
The other was called "The Thousand Turns of Soft Bones Technique." The requirements were a demonic physique that was rare even in a century and a
divine artifact that could make one invisible. I had a martial arts physique that was rare even in a millennium, and I also had the invisible artifact, the Mist Concealment Pearl. Therefore, I met
the requirements. This technique had no offensive capabilities, but its power was no less than that of the "Soul-Devouring Technique."
At its highest level, it could create a thousand faces and disappear with the wind, transforming into various postures and mimicking various
shapes and mechanisms.
With my superior memory, I quickly memorized it. Then I burned these two manuals with Yin Fire. As
for the rest... I don't have time right now, but this place will be open to me later, so there's no rush.
I went up to the second floor, and the power of the moves here was indeed immense. I thought about how I would be fighting with righteous true energy in the future.
I selected a few sets and memorized them.
By the time I left the royal armory, the sun was already setting.
Returning to Tianyuan Residence, I went straight to the training room. I could hear breathing coming from inside. I was startled.
For my cultivation of demonic arts, I had long ago instructed the eunuchs and maids serving me not to enter the training room without my permission.
Although there were some spies from other forces inside, they wouldn't dare openly disobey my orders
. Who could it be? An assassin! Impossible. What kind of assassin could hear their target's breathing?
With these questions in mind, I pushed open the door to the training room. A flash of cold light shot towards me, but I didn't move, because there was no killing intent.
I trusted my intuition. Sure enough, a dagger was pressed against my neck. Then I heard a
pleasant female voice: "Come in, don't move."
My first thought was: Good heavens! How could there be such a stupid bandit? I'm just a child! Putting a dagger
against my neck—wouldn't any ordinary child cry? She should have covered my mouth first, then
pulled me inside. I went in with a ridiculous thought.
The room was dark. I couldn't see clearly. But based on the voice I'd heard, I was certain it was a
woman.
A fragrance wafted into my nostrils, and I nestled into a shapely, soft embrace,
my head finding its way into the valley between two breasts. I lay comfortably on it.
"Ah!"
the bandit exclaimed. Then, as if realizing it was inappropriate, the exclamation was abruptly
cut short.
The bandit kept reassuring himself: It's okay, don't be afraid. He's just a child. Letting
him lean on me is fine. Then the bandit thought: This child will definitely grow up to be a pervert, already so young
and already learning bad habits. Always leaning on people's breasts.
I had no idea the word "pervert" was etched on my forehead. I smelled the fragrance emanating from the beauty. I feigned
childishness and asked, "Sister, isn't the practice room dark? Why aren't there any lights?" I knew she wouldn't dare
turn on the lights, so I deliberately tried to scare her.
The "bandit" was indeed at a loss for words. Just then, I asked again, "Sister, who are you?
What's your name? Are you the new maid who serves me?"
The "bandit" burst out laughing at my question, gave me a sharp rap on the head, and said angrily,
"Serve you? You think you're that stinking emperor?!"
I thought to myself, I'm not the emperor, but I will be the future emperor. She was just being typical of a woman's
narrow-mindedness. I didn't argue with her about that topic; I still needed to know who she was.
"Sister, what's your name? Why are you in my practice room?"
The "bandit" was startled. His practice room! He must be a member of the royal family. Remembering her earlier
mockery, the possibility seemed increasingly likely. The thought of her identity being exposed and her being taken back to the emperor as a concubine
overwhelmed her with sorrow, and tears streamed down her face. Feeling utterly alone and helpless, she unconsciously
recounted her ordeal: "My name is Mei Ying'er. Yesterday, the Emperor summoned me to the palace, but that very night,
someone came to assassinate me. I escaped because I was outside, and in a panic, I ran here. Today,
when I heard someone was looking for me, I dared not come out. Good brother, please let me stay here, okay? I don't want
to be a concubine anymore."
Hearing Mei Ying'er's words, my mind raced. So she was Concubine Mei! I thought
she had already been killed! I didn't expect her to be so lucky. Keeping her here won't do. I've finally gained
a little favor from the Emperor; I can't let her ruin it. Wouldn't it be a great achievement to send her to the Emperor?
Losing my mind, I turned on the light in the training room.
Suddenly, my eyes were filled with a bright light. It wasn't the light from the lamp. It was the beauty's delicate charm that truly captivated the eye.
Mei Ying'er leaned against the wall, dressed in a pale yellow gauze dress. Her alluring figure was subtly revealed, drawing
the eye.
Her oval face was flawless. Her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
Tears streamed from her bright eyes, her tearful beauty making her even more endearing. Her small, delicate nose and tender,
red lips were exquisite. Every gesture she exuded could make one's heart soar.
She was truly a celestial beauty. I thought I couldn't bear to send her back to my father now. Although I was still
young, I already understood matters between men and women. I had made up my mind. From today onwards, she was mine
. I'll go to the Imperial Workshop later to find some materials and make her a mask. That way, no one should be able to recognize
her.
Having abandoned the idea of sending her back, my mind started working again. She was practically alone and helpless now
. She came from a brothel, so she probably has no relatives left. Now, she's been brought to the palace only to be assassinated, and she's also
accused of escaping the palace. Besides, I'm currently short-handed. Taking her in is like saving her from
a sea of suffering, giving her a second life. From now on, I'll be her closest person.
Thinking of this, I asked her again, "How old are you now, Sister Ying'er?"
Ying'er stopped crying; she just sat there blankly, awaiting her future fate. Even when I turned on the light, she
didn't say anything. Hearing my question, she answered woodenly, "Fourteen years old."
Fourteen years old—not too late to start practicing martial arts. It's the prime of her life. And looking at her celestial beauty and proud
spirit, her talent must be top-notch. She'll definitely master martial arts in ten years.
I abandoned my melancholy and sincerely said to her, "Sister, you are now helpless and alone, and you can't escape the palace to return to that
brothel where you make money. You might even be branded as an escapee. What should you do
?" I first analyzed her current situation for her, and then offered to take her in. Wouldn't that better demonstrate
the value of helping someone in need?
Ying'er knew this was the truth. Though unwilling, she knew that returning to the emperor's side was the only way.
She didn't say anything, only sighed sadly.
Just when she was disappointed and even desperate, I suddenly appeared. I gritted my teeth and said to her in a deep voice:
"Since you have nowhere else to go, why don't you stay with me for now? I can tell everyone you're my maid.
No one will suspect anything that way."
"But..."
I knew she was worried about implicating me, so I quickly reassured her.
"Don't worry, my dear sister, I am the Fifth Prince, Yu Tianyuan. Not many people can cause me trouble
. However, you can't show your face like that anymore; it's too easy for people to remember you. I'll make you
a mask."
My sister had already guessed I was from the royal family, so she wasn't very surprised. Although she calmed down a bit after my assurance,
she still seemed a little overwhelmed. I didn't have a better solution.
I comforted her for a while and let her rest. She hadn't slept a wink all night.
I went to the Imperial Workshop to get some tools for making the mask and then to the pharmacy for some materials. Fen
Tian didn't know the simple disguise techniques of the martial arts world. As the leader of a sect, he had his own
method of disguise: wearing a mask. The masks Fen Tian made were the best kind. It 's absorbent, breathable, and most importantly,
very thin. So thin that you can still clearly see facial expressions while wearing it. Therefore, this kind of mask can
be worn for a long time.
An hour later, I ran back to Tianyuan Residence, my face covered in sweat. My sister was already awake. Thinking about it,
she had just gone through so much; how could she possibly be asleep? It was my oversight. Filled with deep
remorse, I nervously went inside.
My sister's eyes lit up when she saw me, and at that moment, an idea struck me. I said to her,
"Sister, close your eyes, I brought you something good."
After much coaxing, my sister closed her bright eyes. I took out something very thin and covered
her face. My sister seemed to sense something, and she whispered, "Little brother, what did you give me
? Why does my face feel cool?"
It was the mask I had made. Looking at the unfamiliar face before me, I couldn't even recognize that she
was my sister. I held a bronze mirror in front of my sister and said, "Sister, you can open your eyes now."
Mei Ying'er opened her eyes and saw a strange, ordinary-looking girl's face. She was stunned.
I prompted, "Sister, are you satisfied with the mask I made?"
My sister then reacted. She happily hugged me and kissed my little face hard. She exclaimed,
"Little brother, my good little brother, it's really unbelievable! I can't even recognize myself..."
I closed my eyes, enjoying my sister's warm embrace. I wasn't as innocent as I appeared. I was
thinking to myself: If only I were older, then I could openly pursue my sister and make her my
little wife. I could even be with her...
In the following days, instead of reporting to Dao Xu, I taught Ying'er a set of techniques—the Shadow Demon Technique.
This was a technique practiced by the guards of the successive sect leaders of the Heavenly Pole Sect. It could achieve the effect of stealth and concealment. When cultivated to the highest level,
it could even kill people with their shadows, its power was truly extraordinary. Thinking of the Shadow Demon Technique... I remember Fentian's shadow;
she didn't seem to have died with him. Before his battle with Daoxu, Fentian sent his shadow, Guxing, back to the Demon Sect.
She was quite skilled. Fentian was truly good to me; even in his dying moments, he left me with men to revive the Demonic Path.
Shaking my head, I temporarily put aside those mundane matters. I should report to Daoxu, otherwise, he
might come to the palace again and smash up my Tianyuan Residence.
Thinking of this, I decided to set off tomorrow. Now, I should finish everything for Ying'er.
I asked her, "Sister, since you now have another face, shouldn't you have another name and identity
?"
Ying'er looked at me obediently, meaning: I believe you; whatever you say goes.
Seeing Ying'er looking at me with such gentle eyes, I felt a pang of unease. I turned my head away. She continued, "
I've already decided on a name. It will be named after the martial art you practice. How about Shadow Demon? That's
similar to your original name, Plum Blossom Shadow, and it won't remind people of the former Plum Blossom Shadow. As for your status, you
'll be one of my maids. I won't make you do any rough work. I'll talk to my servants later,
and you can be their head maid."
My sister nodded, still saying nothing. My mind was racing with unfounded thoughts. I didn't know how to bring
it up with my sister.
She seemed to sense my predicament. She asked curiously, "Little brother, is there anything else? If so, just
say it. Let's see if I can help."
Since things had come to this, I bravely spoke up: "It's like this, sister, I'm a prince, you know?"
My sister nodded. I continued, "So many people are watching me. And I also need to watch those
people. Take your assassination attempt, for example; it was the result of these power struggles. Are you aware of the darkness within the court, sister
?"
To my surprise, my sister nodded and said something that astonished me: "Yes, sister
knows all these things. Don't forget, sister came from a brothel. Although I don't know much about those kinds of things, sister
isn't completely ignorant. I also know that brother is a man of great wisdom and ambition. If brother has anything
he needs sister to handle, sister will definitely help you."
I was stunned, not expecting my sister to be able to sense my thoughts. Only after my sister's reminder did I remember that she
came from a brothel. What kind of place is a brothel? It's a place where all sorts of people mingle,
and it's normal for sister to have such a keen eye for people. Wouldn't she be even more suitable for my needs?
Thinking of this, I was overjoyed and made my request: "Sister, I want to obtain the throne, so I
need your help. I won't mince words; I'll just state my thoughts directly. I sincerely
hope that you, my kind friend, can help me build my intelligence network. The Shadow Demon Technique I taught you can not only be used for self-defense
but also for gathering intelligence. Of the fourteen servants in my Heavenly Fate Residence, only three are spies; the
rest can be trusted. Therefore, I ask that you train them while I am studying under the Imperial Preceptor."
"Let them be our main force in the future..."
Then I recounted everything I knew, but I didn't mention that I had inherited Fen Tian's
memories. As for the origin of those martial arts, I said I found them in the royal armory. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell my sister,
but I simply couldn't. I didn't want to doubt her in the future. So I wouldn't tell her my deepest secret.
This was for her own good. I comforted myself with this thought.
After I finished speaking, my sister said in a deep voice, "Understood, Master!"
What?! Master? I didn't want to be my sister's master. I was shocked. Just then, I saw
the mischievous smile on Ying'er's face. I couldn't help but be "angry," and quickly pounced on her, shouting,
"Well! You dare to play tricks on me, watch me spank your bottom..."
Perhaps because she was completely unprepared, my sister didn't dodge or evade, and my Lushan claws grabbed
her plump, round buttocks. I felt a soft, smooth jade-like substance in my hands, and a little mouse burning with
desire within me…
My sister's eyes were glazed with desire as I touched her, her mind blank. Perhaps it was the word "master
" that made her involuntarily feel many thoughts of submission. With my touch, she
parted her cherry lips slightly and leaned against me, whimpering, "Little brother, what… are you doing…?"
"Sister! Sister!"
I called out to her breathlessly, my hands freely caressing her curvaceous body. Although I
was a novice in this area, Fen Tian, as a master of the demonic path, had slept with hundreds, if not thousands, of women in his life,
making him an expert in this field. Having gained his memories, I was naturally skilled in this as well.
A slight tremor of demonic energy emanated from my hand, and the thin veil covering my sister's body shattered, revealing her flawless body. Her
body was crystal white, slender, and perfectly proportioned, with beautiful lines as if meticulously sculpted. Her full breasts stood erect,
topped with a pair of snow-white, pinkish-white peaks, absolutely perfect. The pale pink buds resembled two cherries, tempting one
to take a bite. Below, her slender waist was easily encircled, the perfect lines extending downwards
to form two beautiful arcs with her tender, full buttocks. Her adorable navel was nestled on her smooth abdomen, and below that,
the alluring petals of her pubic hair, a tempting sight, were faintly visible, shyly hiding in her beautiful garden.
Seeing this, I was already aroused, and I leaned over and pounced on her. Perhaps inheriting a trait from Fen Tian
, I had an unusual fondness for women's genitals. Now, in a state of lustful infatuation, I found myself pressing between her
legs, sucking greedily.
"Ah… Tian Yuan… Master… It… it hurts…"
My sister embraced my head, her chest rising and falling, tracing incredibly beautiful curves. Her beautiful
face was filled with intoxicating lust, and with each movement of her red lips, melodious moans
, like the soft strains of silk, escaped her lips. But this did not stop me; instead, it made my blood boil, my lower body hard as iron, and
my desire to violate my sister intensified.
I ripped off my clothes, revealing my thick, infant-arm-like penis. Perhaps due to
the influence of demonic arts, it was bulging with veins, steaming hot, like a terrifying, monstrous dragon.
A thin white mark appeared at the tip. Seeing this frightening thing, my sister gasped, her beautiful eyes
widening.
"Sister, it wants you!"
I looked at her cherry lips, my expression filled with intense longing. With a thrust of my hips, I brought my large member
to her.
"It's so scary!"
my sister exclaimed, but seeing my determined expression, she could only gently lick it.
An incomparably blissful sensation surged from my lower body to my brain, and I let out a comfortable moan! But the memories of Burning Heaven told
me I could go even deeper.
"Sister, deeper!"
I said, thrusting forward, completely disregarding my sister's inexperience.
"Mmm...mmm..."
My sister frowned, opening her mouth wide to swallow my penis inch by inch.
I held my sister's beautiful face, watching as her lips completely engulfed the base of my penis. The glans was already against her throat
, her testicles pressing against her pointed chin. My sister used both hands to support my waist, struggling
to adjust her position by shaking her head, aiming for the perfect angle between her throat and my penis.
Her little rabbit teeth gently scraped against the foreskin, a tingling and itchy sensation, while her tongue licked back and forth at the urethral opening, causing
it to secrete a glistening liquid. The liquid mixed with saliva, swirling around on her tongue like foam, coating my
penis, and wiping away the tiny bubbles as her lips passed over it. My sister's progress was obvious, giving me an insane ecstasy.
But that wasn't enough. My sister's cherry lips couldn't satisfy my desires. I pushed her down onto
the bed, straddling her beautiful, smooth body, panting, "Sister, I want you!"
My sister was also aroused. She looked at me with seductive eyes, her lips slightly parted, even containing some
foam, yet she murmured without restraint, "Take me. Master! I want to be your slave for life!"
There's no better aphrodisiac than these words. My penis swelled again, pressing against my sister's vulva
. Her moist labia parted, revealing a small opening in the pink flesh, revealing
a deep inside. The wrinkled vaginal walls continued to secrete fluids, soaking a large patch of the sheets.
"Sister, I'm coming!"
I roared, my glans thrusting forward, breaking through the thin membrane, penetrating deep into my sister's vagina.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!"
My sister and I simultaneously let out incomprehensible cries. Her hot vagina gripped my penis tightly, giving me
a sensation I'd never experienced before.
...Swoosh...
My penis withdrew and then thrust forcefully deep into her vagina again. The glans barely touched her clitoris, like a tickle,
a tingling sensation that traveled to my sister's uterus and then spread throughout her body.
"Mmm...good...Master...a little more..."
My lower abdomen powerfully pounded against my sister's delicate buttocks. She seemed to be getting into the mood, writhing somewhat wantonly.
Waist.
My hands traced her full hips, sinking into her narrow waist, then groping down to her
breasts pressed against the sheets. So delicate, as if afraid of hurting her smooth, white skin. My hands
moved up and down with her curves, tracing a beautiful arc, a curve even the best painter couldn't capture—the
unique curve of the peerless beauty, Mei Ying'er…
My lower abdomen seemed to relentlessly and fiercely pound against her vulva, my swollen, wet penis scraping
open her labia with each slip, revealing vibrant, tender flesh.
"…Ah…Sister, making love with you is so blissful…"
I cried out passionately as my sister convulsed once more. My hands gripped her two fleshy mounds, forcefully spreading them open—
buttocks that any man would find irresistible, that would tempt him to torment. Snow-white and smooth, full, round, and elastic
, their beautiful curves ignited an insatiable lust within. Now I'm passionately thrusting into the most sexy and beautiful buttocks in my heart
, my sister's ecstatic moans pushing me to the crest of a sea of desire.
"Give it to me... Master... Shoot inside..."
Completely disregarding shame, the most lewd words escape my sister's lips. My glans, freshly washed by
her vaginal fluids, responds without hesitation to her vagina, releasing decades of pent-up virgin semen into her uterus
...
"Sister, sister!"
I call out seemingly unconsciously.
"Master... I'm going to fly... I'm going to die..."
My sister rolls her eyes and faints...
Then, laughter echoes from Tianyuan Residence...
The next day, I set off for Changyang Mountain without taking anything, a path leading directly to the Imperial Preceptor's residence.
Only a heartbroken woman remains behind, tears streaming down her face. From that moment on, a woman begins to
yearn for me
...

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