[Biography of Shang Xiu] (Complete)

Biography of Shang Xiu
, Chapter One: The Shocking Upheaval in the Ruined City – A Plan Within a
Plan. At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the Yellow Turban Rebellion broke out. Zhang Jiao, who called himself the "Great Teacher of Virtue," used his magical powers and sorcery
to bewitch the people, quickly amassing hundreds of thousands of troops and sweeping across eight provinces including Qing, You, Xu, and Ji. His power was immense. The Eastern Han Dynasty was beset by
rebels on the outside and the Ten Attendants on the inside, leaving the entire dynasty riddled with problems and on the verge of collapse.
In Gaoyang City of Youzhou, there lived a young man named Shang Xiu, tall and strong, with handsome eyes and thick eyebrows, a
dignified appearance. Born into a family of military officers, he was fond of swordsmanship and archery, and loved discussing military strategy. He was honest in speech and
decisive in action. His father, Shang Zhi, however, treated him very strictly. Whenever he was taught martial arts, he always had to use wooden sticks and thorns. If he showed signs of fatigue or slackness, he would
be whipped as a warning.
Shang Xiu had a younger sister named Xuan, who was born out of wedlock. The two were close since childhood, often learning swordsmanship and studying together. Xuan's mother,
Shangxiu's second mother, was a descendant of the Hu people, exceptionally fair-skinned, with a high forehead, round eyes, and azure pupils; a delicate nose, small mouth, and
peach-red lips. At only fourteen, she was already a renowned beauty in the city.
When Shangxiu turned eighteen, the rebel army reached the south of Youzhou. Seeing the city's inhabitants, misled by the Yellow Turban rebels,
writing the characters for "Jiazi" (甲子, the first year of the sexagenary cycle) on their doors with white clay, Shangxiu was enraged and began to curse, directly accusing the writer of being a "traitor to the Han." However, the crowd accused
him of "blaspheming the Great Teacher of Virtue" and drove him away.
The greatest contributing factor to the rebellion was the ignorance of the people. Was it truly a case of everyone being drunk while I alone was sober?
Shang Xiu, seething with resentment and nowhere to vent, burst into his house and roared, "Bah! That scoundrel
! He dares to call himself a great and virtuous teacher, but he's the biggest swindler in the world!" At that moment, his maid, Wan'er
, was still in the house. Seeing her young master return, she quickly removed his outer garment and sword.
In the city, besides the soldiers, only Shang Xiu was allowed to carry a sword. This was because he had once saved the city guard's daughter from
a pack of wolves outside the city. The city guard, Liu Yan, had specially bestowed upon him a sword and allowed him to carry it outside the city as an exception, to show his honor and to encourage him
to punish evil and uphold justice.
His younger sister, Shang Xuan, had just finished practicing needlework in her room. Hearing this, she dragged her long skirt and shuffled out
of the hall, raising her eyebrows and saying, "Coming back and shouting like that? Do you think this is a training ground?"
Whenever Shang Xiu saw his sister, his worries vanished. He pulled her sleeve and led her to sit down at the table in the hall,
sighing, "Xuan'er, you don't know, but I've heard that Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang claim to be generals of Heaven, Earth, and Man,
proclaiming to the world that the Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise, the Han Dynasty is over, and a great sage will appear. Just now I saw
people in the city, responding to Zhang Jiao's call, writing words in white clay to indicate some auspicious time. They're clearly believing the Yellow Turban rebels' lies.
Tell me, shouldn't I be angry?
" Although Shang Xuan was only sixteen, she was quite literate, even more so than her brother. Having heard much from her father,
she also had some understanding of the state of the world. Upon hearing her brother's words, she chuckled softly, leaving Shang Xiu bewildered,
wondering why she was laughing. At that moment, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, extremely captivating.
Shang Xuan laughed for a long time before stopping and adjusting her expression. Her beautiful eyes, which had been fixed on her brother, suddenly shifted, and she replied, "
Brother, don't you always say that Xuan'er has a woman's perspective? Why do you ask again today?"
Wan'er, who was pouring tea for the two of them, overheard this and smiled, "Miss, since the young master is asking, he must
have fallen into someone's trap again. He can't find a confidant in the martial arts hall, so he's come to you to complain."
Shang Xiu accepted the tea offered by Wan'er, smiling as he looked at this pretty, kind, and understanding maid. He sighed
, "Wan'er understands me best." Although she was a maid, the two never treated her as a servant. Shang
Xiu's father even intended for Wan'er to become his daughter-in-law.
Shang Xuan rested his chin on his hand, staring at Wan'er for a moment, then glanced around before saying quietly, "Then
why did you ask Xuan'er when you were only talking to Wan'er?"
Shang Xiu, seeing his sister's displeasure, was startled when his father, Shang Zhi, rushed in from outside, exclaiming, "
Disaster! Disaster! Xiu'er, Xuan'er, come here quickly!"
The two stood up in surprise. Shang Xiu saw the imperial edict in his father's hand and asked, "Father, what disaster has occurred?" Shang Xuan, standing beside him, also
said, "Has the Yellow Turban rebels arrived?
" Sweat beaded on Shang Zhi's forehead. He said, "Zhang Jiao's deputy general, Chen Ru, is leading ten thousand troops, directly approaching Gaoyang City,
only thirty li away. This army is taking a sneak attack via the mountain roads, and even their spies have been kept in the dark for a while. Many of the city's inhabitants have already
packed their valuables, preparing to leave. Some in the city, believing the Yellow Turbans, are even advising you, sir, to surrender the city."
Shang Xuan looked at his brother in alarm, but seeing his calm expression, his heart calmed somewhat. He heard his brother slowly say, "Father, although 　　 the Yellow Turban rebels
are numerous, they are
still a force of the Bihe. However, we cannot confront them head-on. How about a feigned surrender followed by a coordinated attack from within?"
Shang Zhi knew his brother was full of tricks and said, "Go on!"
********** 　　 ... The massive city gates were wide open, and countless officials, both high and low, knelt on the main road. The leader, holding his 　　official seal, wore a face filled with nothing but fear. These Han Dynasty officials, who had risen through the 　　ranks of filial piety and integrity, and who valued honor above all else, were now reduced to being humiliated like stray dogs to protect their families and loved ones when the city fell. 　　 What integrity, what loyalty? Human will, under the absolute suppression of force, is utterly powerless 　　. A group of cowardly scholars, unable to even kill a chicken, had climbed to the high position of city guard, yet were powerless to protect the city and 　　its people. Such trash! I spit on them! 　　 The city guard's forehead was smeared with the Yellow Turban general's saliva, but the humiliation did not change the 　　contemptible look on his face. His lips trembled as he pleaded, "Spare me... spare me..." 　　 He was probably just a pathetic wretch, a sycophant who had managed to crawl his way up in a corrupt dynasty. Thinking 　　of this, the Yellow Turban general slowly drew his sword. The cold glint of the sword flashed before the city guard's eyes, and the minister, who valued his life, finally 　　dared to speak boldly like an advisor: "General, spare my life! General, spare my life!" 　　 With a "whoosh!" the city guard's voice fell silent instantly. His armor split open and fell 　　to the ground, revealing his bald head, which was covered in cold sweat.

The general let out a wild laugh, shouting, "Where is the city lord's beautiful daughter?" The city lord, just
waking from his fear, was startled to hear his daughter's sweet, angry voice.
The Yellow Turban general's expression shifted. He saw a young woman, surrounded by soldiers, being pushed several feet in front of him.
She was strikingly beautiful, and his heart stirred.
But then he saw her glaring at him, her seemingly delicate feet firmly planted
, refusing to kneel. She cried out, "Traitor! Let's see how long you can be so smug!"
The beauty's anger, her spirited and defiant demeanor, aroused a desire to conquer her.
The Yellow Turban general smiled contemptuously, moved closer, grabbed the girl's chin, and tilted her face up
to face him. He smiled and said, "In terms of courage, you far surpass your father. Unfortunately, this is not the
time to test courage."
He then turned to the still-kneeling city guard and said, "I will spare the city guard's life for now. If
you do not obediently serve me before I leave the city, I will first cut off his hands, then his upper
arms, then his shoulders… If you care about your father and yourself, you should know what to do. 　　"
**********
... 　　 "Ugh... I'm going to be touched by that bastard again tonight..." 　　 The girl was Shang Xuan. The real city lord and his family had already left as planned. Those officials were all 　　trusted subordinates of her father, Shang Zhi, loyal, reliable, bold, and meticulous, thus able to deceive Chen Ru. 　　 Although Shang Xuan was not bound, her internal energy was restricted, and she could not exert any strength. If Chen Ru returned tonight 　　and attempted to commit adultery, she would be like a lamb in a wolf's den, at his mercy. But she was not afraid at all, because 　　she had absolute confidence in her brother Shang Xiu's plan, as always. 　　 She deliberately concealed her unique temperament, changing into various gaudy clothes, all to play 　　the role of the city lord's daughter well. 　　 But before the plan succeeded, she had to feign a look of grief and indignation trapped in despair, as her brother had said, to be 　　half-hearted, half-willing, and half-reluctant. If she was going to act, she had to act the whole way, until the play ended. Chen Ru was Zhang Bao's 　　trusted general, far from being a reckless brute like Yan Zheng or Cheng Yuanzhi. But the worst thing is not seeing your own shortcomings, and 　　Chen Ru's weakness was lust. 　　 Footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Shang Xuan's shoulders trembled, showing she was in 　　a state of high tension and vigilance. In Chen Ru's eyes, she looked like a frightened little 　　jade rabbit trapped in a cage, unsure of what to do. 　　 Chen Ru revealed a confident smile, a smile that contained not only 　　the excitement of soon possessing this stunning beauty, but also the satisfaction of achieving his military objective and the vengeful pleasure of seeing the Han army suffer repeated defeats. 　　 He hated the court, hated the treacherous officials, and hated everything that hindered Lord Zhang Jiao. He moved closer, 　　grabbed Shang Xuan's shoulder, turned her body around, and stared at her with a strange light in his eyes, as if he could see through 　　her. 　　 "May I ask, Miss, where is the City Guard's wife?" 　　 Startled by his gaze and the unexpectedness of his words, Shang Xuan trembled slightly. After 　　a moment's hesitation, she slowly replied, "My mother...she's not in the city. Oh...you...you're hurting me..." 　　 Chen Ru released her hands, his gaze still fixed intently on her, and smiled, "Why do 　　you look so different from the City Guard, Miss? May I ask where your wife is from?" 　　 Shang Xuan turned to face him, forcing herself to remain calm, and said, "My mother is from beyond the Great Wall." Chen 　　Ru listened as he sat down at a table in the room, then suddenly fell silent, leaving Shang Xuan wondering what he was thinking. 　　 Chen Ru silently scrutinized her from head to toe for a long while, making her extremely uncomfortable. Her delicate fingers nervously twisted her sleeves, 　　but then she heard him suddenly say, "Take it off! Take off all your clothes." 　　 Shang Xuan's fair face was smeared with rouge, but she dared not disobey him. Well, that was how the plan was; until 　　the very end, she had to be loyal to the plan, otherwise, it would be an even more terrible failure. 　　 She bit her lip tightly, and her delicate hands slowly moved to the sash binding her slender waist. Just as she was about to pull it open, Chen Ru suddenly 　　spoke again, saying, "Why is Miss suddenly so obedient to me? Don't you hate me to the bone?" 　　 Shang Xuan couldn't think of a response for a moment. This man was truly detestable! Humiliating her wasn't enough; he also had to toy with 　　her! With a surge of anger, she exclaimed, "You... then what exactly do you want!" Her genuine expression 　　only served to mask Chen Ru's suspicions. As expected 　　 , Chen Ru laughed and said, "Then please continue, Miss." 　　 Shang Xuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the thought of displaying her body, which she was always so proud of, in front of this scoundrel made her 　　feel both ashamed and indignant. Despite her thoughts, under his gaze, her hands obediently 　　untied layer after layer of her silk robes, which slid down to her delicate jade feet. Inch by inch, her fair skin shone brightly in the candlelight 　　, exuding a youthful fragrance. 　　 Shang Xuan felt his gaze pierce her smooth, beautiful body like a knife. Her delicate shoulders and jade 　　legs were now fully exposed. Suppressing her shyness, she closed her eyes and reached for the last piece of her bodice, untying the silk knot 　　. At that moment, she felt tears welling up in her eyes. 　　 Her most cherished and precious body was being admired here by a despicable bastard, and 　　the one who painstakingly planned this scheme was none other than her most beloved brother. Why did it have to be this way? 　　 But… if… if it were her brother… 　　 Shang Xuan's bright eyes opened again, but her eyeliner was covered by tears. Chen Ru's vague image before the candlestick 　　seemed to transform into Shang Xiu's handsome face. At this moment, the last covering on her body slipped to the ground, and the entire 　　picturesque scene of eroticism was fully revealed to Chen Ru. And at this very moment, a faint smile appeared on Shang Xuan's face…

A smile, a smile as beautiful as a fairy, as sweet as candied fruit, completely captivated Chen Ru's heart.
He found himself involuntarily standing up, drawn by the unprecedented beauty before him. His hands, no longer content with the pleasure of his eyes, began to gently caress the smooth, 　　soft skin
, starting from the delicate, sculpted shoulders . 　　 His devilish hand awakened Shang Xuan from her momentary reverie. He wasn't her brother; he was still that hateful 　　bastard! Shang Xuan instinctively withdrew her hands, as if embracing her increasingly prominent breasts, 　　concealing the two small peach blossoms at their peaks, once again displaying the shy, charming demeanor of a young girl. 　　 Chen Ru moved behind her, looking down at the undulating breasts her hands tightly embraced. A 　　burning heat coursed through him. His waist was pressed tightly against the girl's round, pink buttocks; he could almost feel 　　the youthful heat emanating from her. He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Let go of my hands." 　　 Shang Xuan, at that moment, wanted nothing more than to kill him to escape this humiliating situation. Hearing his words, she could only 　　helplessly release her hands, letting his predatory gaze sweep over her sensitive breasts. Her existing 　　anxiety intensified. Even with her unwavering faith in Shang Xiu, she couldn't help but secretly pray that her brother would appear soon to 　　relieve her humiliation. 　　 Just as Shang Xuan gritted her teeth, thinking her delicate breasts were about to be roughly kneaded, Chen Ru suddenly 　　grasped her wrist and gave a strange command: "Rub them yourself, knead them hard." 　　 Shang Xuan's long, slender legs trembled uncomfortably, and even the soft, downy hair at the base of her thighs quivered slightly 　　, like a lamb before a hungry tiger. After a quick glance at Chen Ru, she helplessly lowered her beautiful 　　neck, the delicate silver chain around her neck dangling down. Her hands gently covered her breasts, and under Chen Ru's gaze 　　, her slender fingers curled, sinking into her soft breasts. A tingling sensation in her chest made Shang Xuan feel incredibly embarrassed 　　, and she closed her beautiful eyes again. Soon, she realized that her fingers were gradually gaining the strength to caress, and 　　Chen Ru was gently biting and sucking near her ear, intensifying the tingling sensation with each touch. 　　 This strange, pleasurable sensation threw Shang Xuan into a frenzy. Her face flushed even more, and she wondered to 　　herself, "What's happening? Why am I feeling pleasure from being violated by this villain? 　　 " A flash of silver light revealed that a thin silver chain adorned her delicate hands and feet. But what caught 　　his attention even more were Shang Xuan's heaving breasts, which began to react to her own stimulation. 　　 "Mmm... 　　 " Another intense tingling sensation washed over her, and Shang Xuan trembled, involuntarily letting out a soft moan. Although she noticed 　　the other man gently kneading her slender waist and buttocks, she, being inexperienced, was powerless to resist, completely at his 　　mercy. Chen Ru was overjoyed. His movements intensified. He deliberately allowed Shang Xuan to arouse her own desire 　　, gradually weakening her resistance until she willingly offered herself to him. He was just one 　　step away from making this beautiful and refined young woman submit. 　　 A tinkling sound from the silver bells on Shang Xuan's chains jolted the girl's resolve to defend her chastity. 　　Shang Xuan, naked, jerked away from Chen Ru's embrace, retreating more than ten steps. One hand covered her chest 　　, the other her lower body, her lips trembling slightly, panting heavily. 　　 What should she do? Her brother hadn't arrived yet, but Chen Ru had already made his move. At this moment, she was in a state of utter confusion. She couldn't let 　　Chen Ru see through her plan, yet she was unwilling to let this scoundrel take advantage of her again. She had no idea how to react. 　　 Chen Ru slowly moved closer, and she retreated, but being completely naked, the situation was both tense and 　　extremely awkward. Looking at the beautiful woman's disheveled state, Chen Ru suddenly laughed and said, "This game, though interesting, 　　is about to end." 　　 "What game!? You traitor... Ah!" Shang Xuan was both angry and ashamed, but Chen Ru suddenly 　　moved forward with lightning speed. Caught off guard, Shang Xuan was picked up and thrown onto the bed. Shang Xuan was 　　 quite agile; she rolled over, pulled up the blanket, and covered herself. Her beautiful eyes 　　glared at Chen Ru with anger and hatred. This bastard, why did he suddenly become so rough? 　　 Chen Ru coldly said, "If you won't drink the toast, you'll have to drink the penalty cup." With that, he leaped onto her, grabbed the blanket with both hands, and yanked it 　　outwards. Shang Xuan was startled and desperately tried to pull the blanket away, but her strength was far inferior to his. With a "hiss 　　," the blanket was torn in two. 　　 Shang Xuan, disregarding her exposed skin, kicked Chen Ru with her delicate foot in embarrassment. Chen Ru calmly took her slender 　　, pink foot in his palm and said, "Miss, if you don't want to be crippled, you'd better not move." He then 　　applied slight pressure with his hand. 　　 "Ah..." Shang Xuan cried out in pain, her crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowing. A sharp pain shot through her ankle, 　　forcing her to abandon her attempt to turn away. Following Chen Ru's advice, she relaxed her entire body, her legs now 　　parted, revealing the delicate, pink cleavage unique to young girls, incredibly alluring. 　　 "That's right." Chen Ru smiled slightly, gently kneading her soft, boneless feet with both hands, then 　　moving up her legs. The girl's skin was sensitive and delicate, leaving faint red marks with each gentle press, making 　　him reluctant to let go. 　　 Should he give up? Shang Xuan's eyes were tightly closed, tears welling in her eyes. A burning, tingling sensation 　　spread through her chest as her tender nipples were bitten and sucked. Despite the pain in her heart, her body obediently experienced waves of mild 　　pleasure. Then she felt his hand slowly move to her most private place... 　　 The silver chain flashed suddenly, illuminating Shang Xuan's tear-filled eyes. She bit her lip sharply, and with 　　both hands outstretched, she struck Chen Ru's temples with all her might. Although she had lost her internal energy, 　　a direct hit could still make this bastard dizzy. 　　 But she underestimated his strength. Chen Ru snorted, grabbed her slender wrist, 　　glanced at her coldly, and then twisted it slightly. A faint cracking sound of bones breaking and a girl's scream rang 　　out simultaneously.

Chen Ru lowered her half-broken jade wrists, his hands no longer as gentle as before. His rough
fingers began to forcefully knead the girl's tender breasts, arbitrarily shaping them into various forms. His mouth opened wide,
leaving terrifying, slightly bloody teeth marks on the two jade peaks. He continued, "It seems my heart is still too kind. Since you
don't appreciate my gentleness, I can only treat you as an ordinary prisoner."
Why hasn't my brother arrived yet? Shang Xuan's faith completely crumbled. Waves of sharp
pain in her chest told her the cruel reality. She groaned in agony. Her body, pampered since childhood, her most cherished
beautiful body, was only left to satisfy this despised bastard. What she hated most was
the way the other person roughly treated her body, which seemed to contain some kind of technique, allowing her to experience a strange pleasure even amidst the pain
. She could no longer see anything in front of her; her eyes were completely filled with tears.
"Spread your legs and lift them up yourself with your hands."
Chen Ru coldly gave the order. Seeing Shang Xuan biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes, and not answering, Chen Ru flipped her hand, and
a series of "slap slap" sounds were heard, accompanied by Shang Xuan's painful groans, as she was heavily slapped on her chest and legs, leaving behind terrible handprints.
Shang Xuan knew she was powerless to resist, and even felt fear towards Chen Ru's violence. She turned her face away, and
as tears soaked into the pillow she was lying on, she spread her beautiful legs apart, and with her crippled wrist, she wrapped
her thighs, displaying her private parts. Her buttocks appeared even more rounded and full in this posture,
breathtakingly beautiful.
Chen Ru kneaded Shang Xuan's exquisitely sculpted buttocks a few times with both hands. With his right hand, he
slightly parted Shang Xuan's vulva with two fingers, revealing a peach-pink opening, incomparably beautiful. He glanced at
Shang Xuan's pitiful face, then slowly inserted his fingers into the delicate crevice.
Shang Xuan trembled violently, feeling the foreign object penetrate her lower body, but she was powerless to resist. Watching
her vulva, which she dared not touch herself, being played with at will, tears that had been drying
welled up again in her reddened eyes.
This incomparably beautiful virgin body excited Chen Ru immensely. He decided to thoroughly humiliate this girl,
and the first step was to arouse her. He opened his mouth wide, his wet tongue carefully licking and rubbing the delicate petals of her vulva
, while his fingers moved inside, stimulating the girl's sensitive and tight flesh.
Shang Xuan had never experienced such stimulation before. Under his actions, her body trembled uncontrollably.
The teasing between her legs gradually heated her body, making her feel incredibly ashamed. How could she have been aroused by this bastard's manipulation
?
Chen Ru watched as drops of nectar seeped from the girl's flower palace, and her
beautiful breasts began to rise and fall. He knew that the stubborn girl's will was beginning to weaken. He withdrew his wet fingers from her jade gate and
smiled lewdly, "So, Miss has a masochistic preference. Otherwise, where would all this 'water' come from? Turn around and
stick your buttocks out."
Under this stimulation, Shang Xuan was covered in fragrant sweat, her mouth agape. Overwhelmed with shame, she
was speechless, lacking even the courage to curse. Though usually clever and quick-witted, she was still
young and, in this situation, no match for the worldly-wise Chen Ru. Finally, in pain from his blows
, she turned around, her back to him as she raised her buttocks. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat; she knew
what he was about to do.
Brother…
Shang Xuan lay on the bed, her pink buttocks raised in this shameful pose, eyes closed, teeth clenched, silently repeating
the word "brother." At that moment, a fierce shout and the clash of weapons erupted outside; flames
lit up the city, and it was engulfed in battle.
Seeing the look of shock on her face, Chen Ru slowly leaned down, pressing his arm against her back, and sneered, "A mere trick,
only good enough to fool a fool, but it can never deceive me, Chen Ru. I've heard there's a heroic young man in the city, named Shang Xiu.
Do you know him or anything about him, Miss?"
Shang Xuan's heart trembled, her face drained of color. He actually knew about her brother, Shang Xiu…
Chen Ru caressed her buttocks, his expression utterly calm, and continued, "You've been waiting for him to come,
haven't you, Miss Shang Xuan?"
Shang Xuan could no longer endure it, recklessly turning over, her voice trembling, "You…"
Chen Ru pressed her down onto the bed, gazing at her exquisitely beautiful face, and said harshly, "I've already laid
countless skilled men in my manor, just waiting for him to take the bait; as for that feigned surrender, I don't even consider it a threat.
" Shang Xuan suddenly understood why her brother hadn't arrived yet, why the shouts outside the city were deafening. She finally
understood everything, cruelly. In that instant, the feeling that everything was futile transformed her eyes from anger and shame
into grief and despair. This was the battlefield of a chaotic world, not a game of chess for children to play on paper.
Even with Chen Ru's erect penis pressed against her vulva, she had no time to care.
He had known all along, yet he had allowed her to play this ridiculous role, to suffer his mockery and humiliation.
Before this, she had clung to a strong hope, but ultimately, in the moment of penetration, everything shattered into
mocking fragments.
"Brother… Xuan'er is coming to keep you company…"
Shang Xuan's gaze fell again on the silver chain in her hand, a thought rising in her mind: she would escape with her virginity intact
; she would die with her brother, becoming his beloved wife in the underworld. A desperate thought arose, and the blocked internal
energy within her body surged forth, instantly increasing her
strength. She powerfully pushed off with her jade-like legs, slamming them heavily against Chen Ru's lower abdomen. Chen Ru was surprised to realize that her internal energy had recovered; her kick was powerful enough to lift his body off the ground
, sending him flying upwards. Blood gushed from his mouth; he was severely injured, caught completely off guard.
What followed was an even more astonishing turn of events.
"Bang!
" A corner of the tiled roof suddenly split open, and amidst the flying dust and stones, a figure flashed out,
a sharp spear piercing Chen Ru's skull. Blood gushed out, staining the entire room crimson.
The peach blossoms.
??? The surrounding scenery was dreamlike, and Shang Xiu's figure seemed like a war god amidst blood-red clouds. Even though Chen Ru was a bit more intelligent than Shang Xiu
, he still couldn't outwit the spear in Shang Xiu's hand.
In a fleeting moment, Shang Xuan saw her brother's swift figure rush towards her,
wrapping her naked body in a long robe, then scooping her up in his arms. His other hand held the spear piercing Chen Ru's head,
a faint smile appearing on his handsome face as he weakly said, "Mission accomplished."
Shang Xuan noticed blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, realizing his body was covered in countless wounds, large and small, including a deep,
bone-revealing wound on his right arm. Blood soaked through her robe, and she trembled, saying, "Brother… your wounds…"
Shang Xiu, seeing the marks of violence on his sister's body, felt a tender mix of love and pity in his eyes— the joy of regaining a precious treasure mixed with guilt for not being able to save her. He softly said, "Brother is alright, don't make a sound. 　　We'll be safe once
we're out of the city. Hold on tight. 　　 " Shang Xuan tightly wrapped her arms around her brother's strong neck, her heart filled with nothing but joy. 　　She held on so tightly, afraid of losing the most important person in her heart, the person for whom she was willing to give everything. 　　 Everything that had frightened her in the past would be gone. 　　 "Brother... I won't let you suffer like this again." His voice was so weak, but 　　it resonated powerfully in Shang Xuan's heart. Those few words were enough to calm her, easily freeing her from the nightmare she had just experienced. 　　 This close physical contact seemed to connect the brother and sister, making her heart pound. 　　The excitement she felt far surpassed any seductive maneuvering Chen Ru had used on her. Her brother 　　didn't need to do anything; just holding her made her cheeks flush and her breath come in soft gasps. 　　 Shang Xiu, carrying his younger sister, reached the highest pavilion in the city and, with all his might, shouted, "Chen Ru is dead! Long 　　live the Han army! Chen Ru is dead! Long live the Han army!" His shout was powerful, like a thunderclap, seemingly capable of suppressing the entire city of Gaoyang 　　. 　　 Shang Xuan looked down and realized what it meant to have a single call to arms. The Han army below immediately erupted in shouts, while the Yellow 　　Turban soldiers were thrown into chaos. The situation between the two armies had been completely reversed by the assassination miracle orchestrated by Shang Xiu and Shang Xuan 　　. 　　 Suddenly, Shang Xiu felt a soft warmth on his lips; it was his sister, overcome with passion, kissing him. Shang Xiu, thinking 　　his sister had kissed him in a moment of excitement during the crisis, asked, "Xuan'er...you're not hurt?" 　　 Shang Xuan, seemingly reluctant to leave her brother's arms, whispered, "Luckily...luckily you arrived in time, 　　otherwise...Xuan'er would...would have lost her virginity to that scoundrel..." 　　 Hearing this, Shang Xiu felt a jolt in his heart, as if a great weight had been released from his chest. It was as if he had only just realized his own physical condition 　　. His gaze towards his sister suddenly became unfocused, and he swayed precariously. Seeing this, Shang Xuan immediately jumped down, 　　supporting his severely injured body, and gently said, "This time, it's Xuan'er's turn to protect brother." 　　 ********** 　　 ... 　　 Although Chen Ru had ordered a city-wide curfew to prevent internal strife and had prepared contingency troops and ambushes within the city, 　　the Han army had bribed a Yellow Turban lieutenant general to reveal the city's layout, allowing them to prepare a counterattack at their leisure. However, 　　 when the Han army, disguised as civilians, launched their attack, the surprise force fell into a Han ambush 　　and was completely annihilated, rendering Chen Ru's plans futile. 　　 One of them, wearing a turban and scholar's robes, with a dignified bearing, handsome features, and a 　　long sword at his waist, laughed upon hearing Shang Xiu's earth-shattering shout, "Brother Shang Xiu truly deserves to be called the number one in Youzhou! With such martial arts skills and such spirit, he 　　will surely become a dragon or a phoenix 　　 in the future!" Another man looked down into the city and saw that the morale of the Han army was greatly boosted. The Yellow Turban soldiers, weakened by the shifting tide, were collapsing like a 　　landslide. Those with weak wills had already surrendered. 　　He said, "Xiu'er is indeed exceptionally skilled in martial arts, but if it weren't for Yuanzhi's ingenious plan, how could we have defeated Chenru and protected Gaoyang?" This man was Shang Zhi, and the young man dressed as a scholar, surnamed Xu 　　and named Shu, was from Yingchuan. He had studied with Shang Xiu in his early years and later traveled around. Hearing of Gaoyang's predicament, he came to 　　help. 　　 Xu Shu smiled slightly and continued, "Miss Xuan, at the tender age of sixteen, is willing to venture into the lion's den; she is a 　　heroine of both wisdom and courage. Whoever can marry her will be blessed with immense fortune." 　　 Shang Zhi tentatively said, "Yuanzhi is a man of great talent, and he is quite a match for Xuan..." 　　 Xu Shu was startled, realizing his mistake, and quickly bowed, saying, "Yuanzhi is merely a scholar from Yingchuan, while 　　Miss Xuan is naturally beautiful. Yuanzhi is definitely not a suitable match for you." 　　 He then quickly changed the subject, saying, "I've heard that Yan Zheng, under General Zhang Bao's orders, has led 50,000 troops directly towards the strategic city of Youzhou. 　　Hearing of Chen Ru's defeat, he will surely attack. Gaoyang may be difficult to defend, my lord..." 　　 Shang Zhi turned his head, watching his own troops storm the prefect's mansion with overwhelming force, and calmly replied, "As long as the city stands , we 　　stand; if the city falls, we die! 　　 " Xu Shu was shocked and said, "Where there's life, there's hope! My lord..." 　　 Shang Zhi sighed, "I am already fifty years old. What regret would I have if I died? Yuanzhi, however, must help me take Xiu'er and Xuan'er 　　away. The Han Dynasty is beyond saving. I advise Xiu'er to submit to a wise ruler, settle down, and find a good husband for Xuan'er." 　　 The Han Dynasty is beyond saving...? 　　 Xu Shu knew that he was determined to leave and could not persuade him otherwise. So he straightened his clothes, stood up straight, and knelt down in front of him, saying, "Yuanzhi 　　kowtows on behalf of Brother Shang Xiu." 　　 Shang Zhi watched this exceptionally intelligent and refined scholar kowtow three times and smiled, "Yuanzhi should also strive to improve himself 　　and think more about protecting and benefiting the people. With your wisdom and Xiu'er's abilities, you will surely achieve great things in the future." 　　 After saying this, he waved his hand and said, "Go!" 　　 Xu Shu performed the junior's courtesy again before leaving. 　　 He didn't seek to climb the social ladder, but only to put his knowledge to use! 　　 A 　　 true man should think of upholding righteousness to protect the world and its people; what can a mere woman do?

Chen Ruzhi's death was merely one of the "Thirty-Six Divisions" of the Yellow Turban Rebellion. Cheng Yuanzhi, leading his troops, had
pacified the southern part of Youzhou, including cities like Gaoyang and Hejian, in less than a day. The Han army was powerless against them, and the cities surrendered without a fight. General He Jin ordered
his generals Zhu Jun, Huangfu Song, and Lu Zhi to lead troops to suppress the rebels. However, the rebel army was too powerful, and the Han army could only adopt a defensive posture,
waiting for their strength to wane.
Shang Xuan silently listened to the intelligence his brother had received and asked, "What are your plans, brother?"
Shang Xiu had been recuperating from his injuries for nearly a month, diligently practicing spear, sword, and archery every day. His unwavering will and strong perseverance were something even
Shang Xuan had never witnessed. Now, knowing that his father had perished with the city, he was inspired by that spirit of loyalty and resolved to join the army.
With Xu Shu's help, Wan'er escaped Gaoyang. After reuniting with the two men, she fled to Fanyang and found a dilapidated house to stay in temporarily.
Although Xu Shu was quite skilled in swordsmanship, he knew that fighting on the battlefield was not his forte; strategic planning was his true strength. After
discussing with Shang Xiu, he decided to join a warlord who had troops and generals but lacked a wise strategist.
Shang Xiu slowly drew the sword given to him by his father and sighed, "I heard that Prefect Liu Yan of Youzhou is recruiting
soldiers. I will enlist at dawn and go to fight on the battlefield."
Shang Xuan took her brother's hand and softly said, "Xuan'er wants to go with you." Her tone and demeanor were still
those of the little girl who loved to be spoiled and pampered, as if she had never experienced any hardship.
This was exactly the kind of demeanor Shang Xiu loved most.
Shang Xiu placed his hands on hers and said, "Xuan'er is a girl, how can she go to war?"
Shang Xuan retorted, "Xuan'er has learned swordsmanship and horsemanship, what's wrong with that?"
Shang Xiu smiled and shook his head, patting his sister's smooth face gently, and said softly, "The Yellow Turban rebels are all bark and no bite. Zhang
Jiao is just a failed scholar, what wisdom does he have? Trust me, I'll return victorious in less than a year."
He then whispered, "More importantly, Wan'er is still young. Xuan'er must stay here obediently and protect
her for her brother."
Shang Xuan's body trembled, a piercing bitterness welling up in her heart. She knew clearly that Wan'er becoming her brother's wife was
becoming a reality, but she couldn't express her feelings. Whenever she saw the two of them being intimate, she could only hide
alone to the side, covering her ears, so that the intense jealousy wouldn't grow in her heart.
Just as Shang Xiu was about to persuade her to go back to bed, Shang Xuan suddenly sobbed and rushed over, hugging him tightly. He
sighed inwardly. His sister had always been pampered and accustomed to a life of ease, yet now she was dressed entirely in coarse linen
, and had been eating simple meals lately. He, on the other hand, had duties to fulfill and couldn't stay to care for her, instead having her help raise
Wan'er. A strong sense of guilt welled up within him.
Another thing that made him feel even more guilty was his inappropriate thoughts about this beautiful sister. From childhood to adulthood,
every smile, every joy, every sorrow of hers had haunted his thoughts day and night, especially since the battle of Gaoyang, when the two siblings
had endured great hardship together, their bond had only grown stronger. But…
He reluctantly lowered his hand, which had wanted to hold his sister's slender waist, and instead gently patted the back of her neck with his other hand. Was this
the limit a brother could possibly do?
Shang Xuan, however, was unwilling to let him go so easily. No one could predict what would happen tomorrow, and
this might be the only chance to reveal the truth.
"Brother..."
The beautiful girl in his arms gently stepped back. To Shang Xiu's astonishment and disbelief, Shang Xuan removed her clothes
. A patch of moonlight shone through the broken roof, and she stood gracefully in the moonlight, her fair skin, delicate arms and legs, her jade-like breasts and rounded buttocks 　　displayed before her brother in her
most beautiful form, with a strange gait . 　　 Though completely naked, her slightly flushed, bright and beautiful eyes stared directly at her brother, containing not only 　　affection but also courage; it seemed that a single glance could reveal the depth of her heart. That one glance 　　felt to Shang Xiu like a thousand horses galloping through his heart, stirring up a cloud of dust. 　　 The brother and sister faced each other, five feet apart, the surroundings so quiet you could hear a pin drop. 　　 Shang Xiu took a deep breath to calm his agitated heart, quickly moved closer, and draped his long robe over his sister's 　　shoulders. He whispered behind her, "Xuan'er is still young; you don't 　　quite understand the difference between sibling affection and romantic love." 　　 Shang Xuan whirled around, her eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment, and said in a deep voice, "Xuan'er has always understood. 　　Father is dead; must you pretend to be confused, brother?" 　　 Shang Xiu's heart churned like a raging storm, but his face remained impassive as he forced a smile, saying, "Heaven has its principles, and humanity has 　　its fundamental relationships. Xuan'er is more educated than I am; you should understand this." 　　 He suddenly remembered his father's dying wish: to choose a good husband for Xuan'er. But now, he harbored wicked thoughts? Especially 　　at this crucial moment? 　　 Besides… 　　 Wan’er’s clear voice called from outside: “Brother Xiu, Sister Xuan. The wine is warm.” 　　 “A transgression against morality, deserving of divine and human condemnation; Xuan’er, never mention this again.” 　　 Shang Xuan heard Shang Xiu finish speaking these words indifferently, then turn his back and leave. A sharp pain shot through her heart, and 　　tears welled uncontrollably in her eyes, which she quickly wiped away before following him. 　　 In this generation, where else could she find someone besides her brother, with whom she had grown up? Even if her brother was a fool 　　, she was certainly not a fool. But who was more capable and more trustworthy than her foolish brother 　　? 　　 From childhood, the exemplary conduct of his peers, his calm and composed demeanor, and his exceptional martial arts skills 　　were silently built up in her young heart, forming an unbreakable heroic image. Even though 　　many talented young men like Xu Shu had surrounded her, they all paled in comparison to her brother. 　　 She 　　 wanted no one but him. 　　 **************** 　　 ...

The house was completely mismatched, all thanks to Wan'er's skillful hands. Wan'er, accustomed to serving others, even at the same table took on
the task of adding wine. Remembering that Shang Xiu was about to be summoned to war, both women, though preoccupied with their own thoughts, forced smiles as they toasted him
goodbye.
Shang Xuan didn't mention the earlier incident at all, and her words and expressions showed no sign of anything amiss, reassuring Shang Xiu
that she had understood everything and was willing to stay with Wan'er.
That night, after his sister had fallen asleep, Shang Xiu carried Wan'er out of the house to the peach tree in front of the door
. Wan'er knew exactly what was going on, blushing as she allowed him to place her beside the tree.
Shang Xiu wiped away her tears with his fingertips and smiled, "Silly girl, didn't we agree not to cry?"
But thinking that they were no longer host and guest, and that he, Shang Xiu, was Wan'er's only support, even in this tender moment,
thinking of the pain of parting by death, Shang Xiu's heart was heavy, let alone Wan'er's.
Before Shang Xiu could speak again, Wan'er hugged him tightly, forcibly suppressing her sobs, and whimpered, "Let Wan'er serve
Brother Xiu one more time." Shang Xiu remained silent, only gently stroking her increasingly graceful back and waist, and seeing
her delicate shoulders gradually stop trembling.
With Wan'er turning to accommodate him, Shang Xiu's hand untied the white, cloud-like skirt and trousers; with a lift,
a garment fell to the ground, revealing the girl in his arms, delicate as snow, her beautiful eyes, slightly tearful, filled with deep affection. All his ambitions and grand ambitions
instantly transformed into waves of tender affection.
At this time, the waning moon was setting and the new moon was rising. The moon was not visible at night, but the sky was full of stars and the Big Dipper was shining brightly. Under Shang Xiu's comforting touch, Wan'er
, suppressing her shyness, gazed up at the magnificent stars and softly asked, "Brother Xiu, do you know
where you are among the stars?"
From a young age, she was intelligent. Besides attending to Shang Xiu and Shang Xuan's daily needs, she studied literature and
characters by their side, especially enjoying astrology. She loved observing the stars and their seasonal changes. Although Shang Xiu didn't quite believe it, seeing
her earnest expression, he couldn't help but ask, "Then where am I?"
Wan'er's expression suddenly changed. Her eyes shone with a strange light as she pointed to a new star near the northeast in the night sky. The star shone brightly,
making all the surrounding stars pale in comparison. She slowly said, "That is Brother Shang's star of destiny. You will
encounter the stars of the north. This is something that will happen soon. The Yellow Turban rebels defied the heavens, and the appearance of a death star on the horizon is
a harbinger of their defeat."
Shang Xiu embraced her, speechless with astonishment. Wan'er, however, seemed completely convinced, continuing, "When people die, they transform into
a corner of the stars. After Wan'er dies, I wish to remain beside Brother Xiu's star, forever praying for you."
Having said that, she turned her face to Shang Xiu, nestled close to his chest, and whispered, "Good brother, hurry and
cherish Wan'er, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back my tears again."
To others, she was merely a maid with a more outstanding appearance, but Shang Xiu knew very well that she
was no ordinary person—even though she never mentioned her story before being adopted as a maid.
Watching the two warm, soft mounds of jade in his palms change like clouds under his caresses, Shang Xiu broke the silence,
whispering in his wife's ear, "Wan'er, even now, you still don't intend to tell me everything?"
His gentleness made Wan'er tremble slightly, but she shook her head gently, her slender arms rolling
behind his neck, gently massaging it, and she sighed, "If...fate brings us together again, Wan'er will tell you everything."
Shang Xiu was terrified, his movements freezing. He said, "Fate brings us together again? Wan'er, do you perhaps foresee my impending death
? Is that why you say this?
" Wan'er turned over, her jade-like limbs fully revealed beneath her open robe. A look of unfathomable
brilliance flashed in her gentle, beautiful eyes as she said, "Brother Xiu's star of destiny is beginning to shine, a sign of a hidden dragon awakening, awaiting its soaring flight. This is
an auspicious omen, Brother Xiu need not doubt it, just accept it as it comes." With that, she wrapped her arms around Shang
Xiu's lips, sealing his unspoken question with her enchanting tongue.
Wan'er's hair was now untied, her long, dark hair casting soft shadows as it cascaded like a curtain over her delicate shoulders. Apart from the two rosy blushes on her face, she appeared, up close, like a goddess descending from heaven, all 　　traces of her former girlishness
gone . 　　 Shang Xiu's heart trembled. He had always regarded Wan'er as a sister, their relationship like that of siblings. But now, Wan'er's alluring 　　charm made him realize for the first time that she was no longer the weak girl who could only be protected, but 　　his independent and mature wife. Whether this was an illusion or reality didn't matter; he only needed to know that the beautiful spirit before him 　　was waiting for him. 　　 "Mmm... Husband..." 　　 Wan'er murmured softly, unable to resist Shang Xiu's tongue as it roamed freely over her breasts, 　　leaving marks on her fair skin. She could also feel his skilled hands caressing her 　　slender thighs and her vulva, which was covered by pubic hair... 　　 She clung tightly to Shang Xiu, her whole body leaning against him like cotton. They had been intimate for a long time and 　　could respond to each other without words. However, every time they made love, Shang Xiu had a way of making her completely forget herself and 　　let go of all her pride and shame. 　　 "Oh...ah..." 　　 A little bit of spring water and love fluid poured down his nimble fingers, like drops of saliva on a budding nipple 　　. Even though it was night, a blush could still be seen on his snow-white skin, indicating that she was full of spring 　　and waiting for Shangxiu to pluck her. 　　 "Hmm...hmm..." 　　 Wan'er's petite buttocks were lifted up, and her delicate legs immediately wrapped around her husband's strong waist. With 　　a "tsk" sound, his fiery rod broke in. Wan'er felt a heat in her lower body, and her whole body trembled. Shangxiu 　　suddenly thrust his hips, and his fiery rod went straight to the depths of her flower core, making her moan softly. 　　 Shangxiu's physical strength was amazing. He could carry a hundred pounds and still walk dozens of miles. Carrying such a person was effortless for him 　　. But he was in no hurry to make her climax. Instead, he thrust slowly and powerfully, letting her move 　　her body to her preferred rhythm.

Wan'er leaned weakly against his neck, her soft moans and gasps mingling with the fragrant breeze in his ears. Just as she
was lost in ecstasy, a strange, piercing shriek suddenly rang out. Wan'er, engrossed in their lovemaking, paid no
heed; but Shang Xiu, with his soldier's instincts, recognized it as a secret signal his sister Shang Xuan had used since childhood.
He glanced sideways and saw Shang Xuan, about ten feet behind the large tree where they were, leaning against another tree,
peering at them with a look that seemed both resentful and jealous. Her lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to
whisper something to him.
"Oh…!"
Wan'er's slender waist began to move, no longer satisfied with the slow intercourse, her body shifting and undulating, her soft
moans rising and falling, becoming even more alluring. Shang Xiu watched as Shang Xuan lowered her face and slowly undressed. They stood
beneath the same jade-like light, but the white light seemed to particularly protect Shang Xuan, this celestial beauty, shining down
on her like silver light spilling onto the ground, making her firm breasts, slender waist, and plump, pink legs appear white.
The four silver chains he had given to his sister were linked together, hanging in front of her chest like a silver-
white cloud along the edge of her breasts, breathtakingly beautiful.
The white light and her skin were as cold as snow, but her eyes were fixed on her with a fiery, passionate gaze. The contrast between hot and cold
ignited the forbidden desire within Shang Xiu. He thrust with both hands and waist, making the delicate woman in his arms tremble and
writhe in his virility. His eyes, however, were fixed on his younger sister,
naked before him, his gaze seemingly wanting to devour her flawless body entirely.
Shang Xuan's lips curled into an extremely alluring smile. Though Shang Xiu couldn't hear it,
a seductive laugh seemed to echo in his mind. He saw his younger sister's body tremble slightly, her breasts shaking as if an earthquake were raging
, stirring his heart. Shang Xuan's movements were like a spell; with a flick of her emerald eyes and a wave of her jade hand, she seemed to
guide her brother's gaze across her perfect curves.
With a flick of his slender fingers, he lightly touched the side of her cherry-like nipple, and Shang Xiu felt a burst of fresh, delicious flavor in his mouth; her slender waist swayed gently, and the
soft, pink flesh of her jade buttocks filled Shang Xiu's beastly eyes; the sash in her delicate hand lightly brushed between her jade breasts, as if
letting her own brother feel the soft, firm touch as well. The full curves of her jade breasts hung in front of her chest like raindrops
, a faint silver glow on her snow-white skin.
"Ah...! Brother Xiu... Brother... Oh!"
Wan'er's jade breasts trembled and heaved from the movements of her brother Xiu, and her heart, unable to withstand the wild pounding of the fiery rod
, erupted like a tide of spring water, and with a high-pitched moan—she climaxed.
A glint flashed in Shang Xuan's beautiful eyes. A gust of wind blew, and the sash of her dress was blown by the wind, landing in
the hands of her older brother, Shang Xiu. Shang Xuan waved her jade-like hand in front of her eyes, and he immediately understood, blindfolding Wan'er's crystal-clear
eyes.
"Brother Xiu...?"
Wan'er fell to the ground in a daze, her hands clutching Shang Xiu's hands in a panic. She heard Shang Xiu's gentle
voice in her ear: "Tonight, I will let Wan'er taste pleasure she has never tasted before." Shang Xiu's reason was
overwhelmed by lust. Wan'er let out a soft cry, and her body was turned around. Her hands could only hold onto the tree trunk,
while Shang Xiu gently supported her small buttocks and slender waist, turning her into a position of intercourse with her in front and behind.
"Ah...!"
The two delicate labia, like flower petals, were parted, and that fire once again entered her jade gate, which was already overflowing with love juice
. Completely shrouded in darkness, she had no idea how Shang Xiu would manipulate her next. A strange
unease, combined with the still-burning, exquisite pleasure within her, created an even more subtle excitement.
Shang Xuan was gradually captivated by Wan'er's excited moans. It wasn't the first time she'd witnessed her brother and Wan'er's lovemaking, but
this time she was watching openly and made a decision: to
leave an impression of her beautiful body on her brother's mind. Even Wan'er, as close as she was, couldn't match the understanding between these siblings. Shang Xuan's innate, astonishing
charm completely controlled Shang Xiu's will in this situation, making him unable to resist her advances.
The sounds of her brother and Wan'er's bodies colliding were incessant. Shang Xuan's starry eyes were half-open as she watched the fiery passion
unfold, her hands resting on her own breasts, gently kneading them.
"Oh...! Brother Xiu...quick...hold Wan'er...oh...
" Wan'er shook her jade face violently, her long hair flying everywhere, crying out repeatedly, desperately seeking caresses. Shang Xiu's eyes were slightly
red as he watched his sister playing with her breasts, breasts that could intoxicate any man. His hands naturally responded
to his beloved wife's request, vigorously kneading those two warm mounds. A brother and sister, one fantasizing about playing with his younger sister
's beautiful breasts, the other imagining her older brother teasing her breasts both roughly and gently.
"Mmm...ah...too deep...ahh...!"
Wan'er cried out in ecstasy, and Shang Xiu gradually lost sight of who was the protagonist. The three of them were each immersed in desire
, their fiery intercourse continuing intensely, Wan'er's juices constantly splashing onto their bodies. The younger sister,
Shang Xuan, lay sideways to him, her jade-like fingers teasing her vulva between her legs. Her mouth was slightly open. He didn't hear her, but he
"saw" her trembling moans and soft, breathy gasps.
Her pretty face was so pure and ethereal, so wanton and beautiful. One moment she was pristine and innocent,
the next wild and unrestrained; the contrast of slowness and speed tore through his moral defenses.
His fiery rod seemed to replace her slender fingers, slamming into her flower garden, pounding and churning fiercely. His
exquisitely beautiful younger sister, Shang Xuan, writhed and yielded under his thrusts, her passion ignited. Her vulva gushed forth like a volcanic
spring of lustful fluid. The innocent and lively pretty girl had transformed into a breathtakingly alluring woman who drove men mad.
The two stared at each other passionately, their gazes wild and bold. The younger sister watched without restraint as her brother and the woman's
passionate embrace raged, while the brother shamelessly enjoyed watching his sister's masturbation.
A flash of silver—Shang Xuan had removed the silver chain from her neck. She bent her left leg, and the chain fell onto her…
Between her beautiful, pink legs, the silver chain slid between her round, fragrant buttocks, gently rubbing back and forth
. She squinted, watching her brother's reaction, slightly arching her back, and lightly scraped the chain against her
vulva, her bud-like flesh. The chain, with its interlocking thin rings, moved up and down like
ripples in a flower path, or the varying thickness of a penis's glans and shaft. Shang Xuan felt waves of pleasure surging
through her body, one after another, and most importantly, her brother's burning gaze.
From Shang Xiu's perspective, he couldn't see how the silver chain rubbed against his sister's vulva, but he could see
the love juice slowly seeping from the chain onto his sister's right leg, flowing down her fair skin.
"Ah...oh...husband...I'm going to lose it...ah..."
Wan'er grabbed Shang Xiu's hand, pulling her petite body up so he could thrust deeper and harder
into her. Her alluring buttocks writhed involuntarily, her flower path spasming slightly, tightly gripping
the still-thrusting rod. As if sensing his brother's movements, Shang Xuan's hand swung the silver chain faster
, creating a rapid jingling of silver bells.
"Ahhh...oh!"
Wan'er and Shang Xuan, their bodies flushed, simultaneously tilted their pretty faces back. Amidst a chorus of beautiful, harmonious sounds, their jade gates
gushed forth with a torrent of vaginal fluid. Wan'er's fluids sprayed out alongside Shang Xiu's wildly ejaculating semen, while Shang Xuan's spurted out as a small jet of water
. Pleasing in front of Wan'er and his brother, he felt as intensely as if he were being fucked by his own brother to the point of multiple orgasms.
All three were panting. Shang Xiu held Wan'er in his arms, but his eyes caught sight of the
glistening silver chain in his sister's hand, covered in her strangely scented love fluid. Shang Xuan glanced at him, then gently licked the
chain with her red tongue, her satisfied expression radiating endless temptation. She certainly
wouldn't miss any opportunity to seduce him.
"Brother Xiu..."
Wan'er's sash was finally loosened, followed by a sweet, passionate kiss, a gesture reminiscent of a young couple after their lovemaking. Wan'er
's tender affection made Shang Xiu feel a pang of guilt, almost causing him to forget everything about his departure for the army. When Shang Xiu carried
Wan'er, now dressed, back into the house, Shang Xuan was already in bed, a sweet smile on her sleeping face.
Was this what she wanted?
Yes, he was leaving for the army tomorrow, his fate uncertain; thinking about it was pointless. He didn't disbelieve Wan'er's words.
The concepts of destiny and the end of time might have existed since ancient times, but they were always so vague and unreliable. When fighting on the battlefield, one relied
on the gun in hand and the sword at waist, disregarding even life and death. If he couldn't understand this, he was certain to die on this journey.
He believed in fate, and he also believed that fate was in his own hands.
Chapter Two: A Small Test of Skill - Zhang Liang's Execution
************
As dawn broke, Shang Xiu had already left.
Wan'er groaned and woke to find Shang Xuan sitting by the bedside, seemingly waiting for her to get up. She was usually the one who served this
young lady, and this time she was instinctively startled. Just as she was about to sit up, Shang Xuan held her and whispered, "He's
gone. This city is no longer safe. We must immediately set off to seek refuge with our uncle in Nanpi, Hebei. That's what my
brother instructed."
Wan'er whimpered softly, nestled in Shang Xuan's 　　 arms 　　, and began to sob.
Cry, let your tears dry, and better times 　　 will come. ********** 　　 ... The powerful states of the Warring States period, like Chu with its vast territory and numerous troops, lacked 　　this long-term tempering and refinement, ultimately leading to their destruction by the powerful Qin. The rise of King Wuling of Zhao was precisely because he disregarded Han and non-Han ethnicities, 　　employing only talent and breaking free from traditional constraints, using non-Han cavalry in battle, making Zhao a military power for a time. Although it was ultimately 　　destroyed by Qin, this was entirely due to the incompetence of its rulers, not a problem with its governance policies. 　　 This shows that personnel management and military system are crucial to survival in chaotic times. 　　 A long howl broke Xu Shu's reverie. He was in a military camp, 　　the camp of General Zhang You, under Liu Yan of Youzhou. With his broad knowledge and exceptional thinking, he had become Zhang You's advisor. 　　 "On one side is a mighty giant, on the other a callow youth. The giant is one to one, the youth is 　　one to ten!" 　　 That youth was Shang Xiu, who had just arrived to report for duty. And this was a place for selecting soldiers for enlistment. 　　 Xu Shu chuckled inwardly. He understood that judging a person often involved appearance and form, and believed that a large person was inherently stronger 　　. However, it was the eyes that truly revealed a person's character. 　　 The giant's eyes were like copper bells, flashing with a fierce light, yet concealing a smugness, treating his enemy as nothing—a sign of impending defeat. 　　 Shang Xiu's gaze was deep and unwavering, his sharpness concealed, waiting for the moment to strike decisively, at which point victory or defeat would be decided. 　　 Even if the giant had rich combat experience, without learning from it, that experience was merely 　　a repetition of the same events. 　　 Zhang You nodded slightly, and an officer immediately shouted, "Begin!" 　　 The giant wielding an axe roared and swung down, but Shang Xiu dodged to the side; the giant then swung horizontally, but Shang Xiu slightly bent 　　down, easily avoiding it; the giant's advance and retreat were entirely under his control. First, one must anticipate the enemy's moves, then one can gain 　　the upper hand and find their weaknesses—the principle is simple. But the speed of each step is the true 　　key to success or failure. 　　 The spear is thin, the axe thick; seemingly a disparity in strength, the crucial point lies elsewhere. 　　 "Quickly!" 　　 A group of officers behind Zhang You shouted first, followed by the soldiers watching from behind. 　　 This man was fully armored, with only one vulnerable spot under his ribs. 　　 "Haha, this kid's good at running in circles." 　　 "Deng Ren is the strongest man in our army; dozens of ordinary men are no match for him!"

The giant axe swung wildly, attacking with different circular trajectories, intending to prevent Shang Xiu from
dodging in the narrow area, but this only accelerated his own exhaustion and slowed his offensive.
When using strength against weakness, the primary principle is to avoid direct confrontation. While
a consistent flow of attacks can utilize the weapon's strengths, once the rhythm is disrupted, all subsequent moves
become mere pawns on the chessboard, easily captured by the opponent.
The giant became the core of Shang Xiu's movement, each of his attacks neutralized by Shang Xiu's exquisite footwork.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Shang Xiu used the force of his spear to leap into the air, delivering three consecutive strikes, all landing on the weakest points of the armor. Had
he applied even a little more force, the spear tip would have pierced through the armor and into the giant's chest, highlighting the fragility of flesh beneath the cold, hard armor
.
Why, after years of bloody battles on the battlefield, was he no match for an unknown youth?
Was it a momentary underestimation of the opponent?
The giant's face changed drastically, and he froze on the ground, staring blankly as Shang Xiu easily landed back on the ground. Xu
Shu glanced at Zhang You, only to see him nodding repeatedly, clearly very satisfied with Shang Xiu's performance.
He was willing to select Shang Xiu in such an unconventional way because of Xu Shu's words, and he himself was quite good at judging people, seeing
that Shang Xiu was a promising talent. In the end, of course, it was Shang Xiu's feat of shaking Gaoyang with his shout.
The surrounding soldiers looked at each other, all knowing that the outcome of the competition was already decided.
Zhang You smiled slightly and said, "From today onwards, Shang Xiu, you will stay in the tent."
His words were clean and decisive. Xu Shu chose this person to follow him precisely because he saw his wisdom and decisiveness.
Those who could enter the tent to strategize were at least subordinate generals.
The position of subordinate general was so easily obtained? No, trouble was brewing.
"Young man, your skills are not bad. Come, let's have a go."
Before Shang Xiu could even see the leader's face clearly, a majestic figure pounced forward, his weapon
aimed directly at his chest and ribs without any fancy moves.
"Clang! Clang!"
The clang of metal rang out, and flashes of silver light streaked across the air. Before anyone could get a clear look, Shang Xiu was forced back
seven steps by the opponent's spear, his handsome face flushed red from the exertion.
What astonishing strength!
The newcomer had a rugged face, a long, swallow-tailed beard, eyes like stars, and a voice like thunder. Most terrifying of all was
his terrifying martial arts skill. Who was this person?
Knowing that Zhang You was watching him, Shang Xiu couldn't afford to lose so pathetically. He brandished his spear, using its flexibility
to create a dazzling display of spear shadows, and charged forward.
He rarely used such skillful maneuvers, but facing a formidable enemy, he had no choice but to employ them.
The man laughed heartily, flicking his spear, which struck Shang Xiu's spear tip precisely. Using the momentum, he leaped backward, his skillful use of force
and precision earning Shang Xiu's admiration.
"Boy, take this!"
Shang Xiu stopped his still-trembling spearhead. The cold glint of light he encountered from the side was a large sword. He
thrust and parried downward with his spear, deflecting the sword. With a surge of power from his waist, he swung the spearhead, aiming directly for his opponent's lower body.
The parry and thrust were executed in one fluid motion, leaving no opening.
The swordsman shouted "Good!" and without parrying, leaped up, kicking the spear shaft with his right foot. The force was
immense, penetrating the shaft and causing Shang Xiu to drop his weapon. The man swung his sword at Shang Xiu's head, slashing at his shoulder. Just
when everyone, including Zhang You, thought Shang Xiu was finished, Xu Shu remained calm, knowing that Shang Xiu's skills were not
so simple.
A loud "clang" rang out, a flash of sword light appeared, and then, in that frozen moment of clashing swords and blades
... The man flew backward, retreating to the side of the spearman, stroked his long beard, his phoenix eyes gleaming
, and smiled faintly, saying, "A formidable young man."
From drawing his sword to parrying, the speed was so high that probably no one in the army could match it.
Zhang You suddenly stood up and said, "Lord Liu, have you defeated Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao?"
The one who seemed to be the leader among the three smiled slightly, a smile respectful and peaceful, which calmed the mind. He casually
remarked, "With the strength of the masses and the assistance of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, we were fortunate enough to defeat them."
A soldier stepped forward, presenting the heads of Cheng and Deng.
A cheer erupted from the army. The Han army had suffered repeated defeats recently, but this man had defeated
nearly ten thousand enemies with only five hundred local militia; how could their confidence not soar
? This man was none other than Liu Bei.
Shang Xiu was at a loss for words when Zhang You moved to the arena where the dueling had taken place, patted him on the shoulder, and
said, "Lord Liu, I have someone to recommend to you. This young man is named Shang Xiu, courtesy name Zhongyou. He is exceptional in both military strategy and spear
fighting. Lord Liu can employ him as a trusted advisor."
He then handed Liu Bei a scroll of documents.
Xu Shu, who had been secretly observing Liu Bei, was startled by this. Did this mean that he and Shang Xiu could not
cooperate in the army? But then he realized that Zhang You had given other instructions, hence handing over Shang Xiu, this newly acquired young general, to Liu
Bei.
Liu Bei was overjoyed upon hearing this, took the document, and, holding Shang Xiu's hand, personally introduced him to the two skilled warriors he had just met,
saying, "These two are my sworn brothers, Guan Yu, courtesy name Yunchang; this is Zhang Fei, courtesy name Yide. Brother Shang, no need for formalities
, just call me elder brother."
Zhang Fei laughed heartily, saying, "I thought the Han army had no one, but I didn't expect to meet you, lad, after only a month in the
army. Your spear skills are quite good, let's have another match sometime."
Guan Yu, who had been watching him closely, said, "I heard that in the battle of Gaoyang against Chen Ru, a young man risked
his life to assassinate Chen Ru, causing chaos among the Yellow Turban rebels, but was ultimately defeated by the city's army. Could it be…?"
"The one who killed Chen Ru was none other than Shang Xiu."
Shang Xiu felt a surge of warmth towards the three men, but then he thought of his deceased father, and his eyes reddened.
Liu Bei sighed, "Heroes emerge from among the young. Your father, having such a son, should be smiling in his grave."
He sighed again, then opened the document in his hand, exclaiming in surprise, "My teacher, along with Zhu Jun and Huangfu Song,
are currently fighting Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang in Yingchuan. I must hurry to assist my teacher."
This teacher refers to Lu Zhi, the General of the Han Dynasty.
Shang Xiu's heart blazed with fervor; the time to slay the enemy had finally arrived.
He recalled Xu Shu's parting glance, clearly indicating that Xu Shu wanted to discuss something with him.
***************
That night
, Shang Xiu and Xu Shu went to a tavern in the city for drinks. They had promised to reunite here after their parting in Gaoyang
, but only now did they have the opportunity to talk properly.
Xu Shu sighed, "Is fate playing tricks on us? Zhongyou and I just met again, and now we have to part again."
Shang Xiu smiled slightly, "Isn't this better? We can have a proper competition to see who's more capable, instead of just
talking theory like in class."
Xu Shu drank another cup and said, "I'll be going to Daizhou with General Zhang. Zhongyou must be going to Yingchuan, right?"
Shang Xiu exclaimed in surprise, "You're certainly well-informed."
Xu Shu chuckled, but this triggered old memories, and he said, "If Shang Xuan and Wan'er were still here, we
could listen to them sing and play music, instead of two men drinking alone in silence."
Shang Xiu thought of his wife and sister; he had never been away from them for so long before. He sighed, "Since we've
chosen the battlefield, many things must naturally be put aside.
" Xu Shu drank another cup, and with a slight buzz from the alcohol, he chuckled, "Zhongyou, do you know that besides military books and swordsmanship, what I love most
to read and listen to is Shang Xuan?"
Shang Xiu was stunned; this was the first time he'd heard Xu Shu speak of his feelings for Shang Xuan.
Xu Shu sighed, "My father wanted to betroth her to me several times, but I politely declined. Do you know
why, Zhongyou?"
If Shang Xiu claimed ignorance, he would be lying.
Xu Shu spoke for him, revealing the answer: "Shang Xuan has long had a suitor, but... but why has she
never told me?"
Seeing Shang Xiu remain silent, he added, "Could it be that Zhong You knows who this person is?"
Shang Xiu replied calmly, "She never mentions these things to me."
Xu Shu shook his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his gaze cleared. He said, "Yes, if that's the case, then
I will never mention it again."
"Come! Let's drink a cup to celebrate the impending destruction of the Yellow Turbans by our Great Han!"
The two men clinked their cups together, their hearts returning to peace.
Focus is the key to success.
**********************
Meanwhile, Shang Xuan, accompanied by Wan'er, went to visit her uncle Shang Lun. Shang Lun was overjoyed, and since he had no children of his own, he treated the two as his own daughters.
Like Shang Zhi, Shang Lun had once been a deputy to the city's defenses and was quite wealthy. The two women lived as before
. The only thing troubling the two women was Shang Lun's plan to find a husband for Shang Xuan.
However, they harbored other intentions and secretly kept inquiring about the matter.
For over a month, she had focused on teaching Wan'er horsemanship, swordsmanship, and archery. Ostensibly for leisure, her true intention
was to find her brother.
Although Wan'er firmly believed in celestial phenomena and thought Shang Xiu would be safe, she couldn't bear the pain of longing and devoted herself entirely
to learning from Shang Xuan.
A servant in the household, Yuan Yi, coveted the beauty of Shang Xuan and Wan'er. Whenever the two women practiced swordsmanship or horseback riding, he would
spy on them, plotting to rob Shang Lun's family. He bribed some maids and servants, waiting for an opportunity to act.
One new moon night, in the dining hall of the mansion...
"Uncle! Are you trying to play matchmaker again?"
Shang Xuan said coquettishly, placing a piece of chicken into Shang Lun's bowl with her chopsticks. "Who is it this time?
I've said it before, I absolutely won't marry anyone who isn't handsome, talented in both literature and martial arts, elegant, gentle, and considerate."
Shang Lun laughed, "You little rascal, you're so clever. But this time, it really is matchmaker who's brought you together. A new county
magistrate has recently arrived, named Zhao Yun, courtesy name Zilong. He's not only handsome and dashing, but also has excellent marksmanship.
If you know your uncle is getting old and there's no one to carry on our family business, Zhao Yun is a perfect candidate."
Upon hearing "excellent marksmanship," both Shang Xuan and Wan'er immediately thought of Shang Xiu. Shang Xuan simply filled her mouth, offering
no comment.
Shang Lun continued, "Yesterday, the county government sent a congratulatory letter. I'd like Xuan'er to go and return the greeting tomorrow."
Shang Xuan frowned, "Where did this congratulatory letter come from...? Oh!"
She suddenly stood up, grabbed Wan'er's hand, and exclaimed joyfully, "Could it be that my brother..."
Wan'er stared wide-eyed at Shang Lun, "Is it true?"
Shang Lun stroked his beard and smiled, "Xiu'er distinguished herself in battle in Qingzhou and was awarded the title of Cavalry Commandant. My family finally has someone of note."
Shang Xuan's eyes lit up, but she didn't forget to please her uncle, saying, "Then Xuan'er will listen to Uncle and go to
the county government tomorrow!"
Shang Lun was comforted by her joyful expression, saying, "Look at how happy you are! You're almost seventeen,
and you only think of your brother. It's time for you to choose someone for yourself.
" Shang Xuan rolled her eyes at him, 　　 then glanced at Wan'er's beautiful face, which was filled with joyful tears 　　 , and could 　　 n't help 　　 but smile herself. 　　Yes , she was 　　 truly
overjoyed.
****************
...

Jue, man is fundamentally a beast; only, outside the battlefield, man is an even more hypocritical beast.
The fallen bodies, the groans of death, and the muttered monstrous words of Zhang Jiao all fueled
Shang Xiu's hatred. It was this demon who had pushed hundreds of thousands of ignorant people to the battlefield, to their deaths.
"Little brother."
Shang Xiu jolted awake, finding himself in the military camp.
Guan Yu sat outside the tent, wiping the blood from his Green Dragon Crescent Blade. A peaceful
expression appeared on his once fierce face as he said calmly, "Are you in pain?"
Shang Xiu smiled bitterly, "Not bad. Right now, what I want most is to find the three Zhang brothers and assassinate them one by one."
Guan Yu shook his head, "Killing one Zhang Jiao will only lead to another. If killing one person
could solve the problem, one could simply kill the ruler of a country. What would be the point of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods?" Shang Xiu knew he was most familiar with the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods. In fact, the Spring and Autumn period was the most culturally 　　prosperous period
since the Xia, Shang, and Western Zhou dynasties . 　　 He replied, "To catch the thief, first catch the king. Kill the ringleader, and the rest will scatter. The chaos will subside on its own." 　　 "Your idea is like Jing Ke's assassination attempt on the Qin Emperor. Imagine if Jing Ke, as an envoy, had killed the Qin Emperor— 　　what would the result have been? Would Yan have been saved, as Prince Dan thought?" 　　 Shang Xiu was stunned. He replied, "Qin would have mobilized its entire army to attack Yan, not stopping until all the Yan people were killed." 　　 Thinking of this, he was struck by a sudden realization. 　　 Yes, now the Yellow Turban followers worshipped Zhang Jiao as a god, just as the Qin people believed Ying Zheng was a great ruler "inheriting the virtue of water." 　　Killing Zhang Jiao would only cause the remaining Yellow Turban followers to go mad and riot everywhere, a far more terrifying event than a real 　　rebellion. 　　 Guan Yu, knowing he understood, smiled slightly and said, "Remember your place. You are a soldier, and they are bandits. 　　Your feelings will naturally dissipate." 　　 Shang Xiu said, "But they were merely misled..." 　　 Guan Yu said, "There are two kinds of bandits: those who rebel for ambition and those who rebel for survival. See clearly 　　, and you'll know which enemies you can let go of and which you must kill." 　　 Shang Xiu sincerely said, "I've learned my lesson." 　　 Guan Yu looked at him for a long time, then laughed loudly, "A promising young man indeed!" 　　 ********** 　　 ... 　　 "Miss Shang, it's a rare opportunity, why not stay a little longer?" 　　 These county officials swarmed around her like bees to honey. Shang Xuan had also wanted to see Zhao Yun and 　　see how skilled he was with his spear, but he had already gone outside. Disappointed, she shook her head and said, " 　　I'm sorry, I have other matters to attend to and cannot stay any longer." 　　 "Zhao... Lord Zhao is back!" 　　 Just as Shang Xuan was about to get up and leave, a commotion arose outside. She was in the outer courtyard of the county government building. Turning around, 　　she saw a tall, imposing man, eight feet tall, holding a long spear upside down, dragging behind him a man even taller than himself, 　　followed by a young girl and several commoners. 　　 The dragged man's face was covered in blood, a gruesome sight, clearly having been severely punished. 　　 This... is Zhao Yun? 　　 Zhao Yun slammed the man he was holding to the ground and shouted, "Registrar!" One of the 　　men who had been talking to Shang Xuan moved aside and hurriedly began grinding ink. Zhao Yun continued, "Miss, 　　is this the man who harassed you and injured your father yesterday?" 　　 Shang Xuan, caught up in the atmosphere, stood aside, watching how things unfolded. Hmm, this situation seemed vaguely 　　familiar. 　　 The young woman glanced at the burly man and slowly nodded. 　　 Zhao Yun coldly stared at the civilians behind him and said, "You lot, did you see him yesterday too?" 　　 "Yes!" " That's 　　 right! It was Wang Kang!" 　　 The burly man shouted, "Zhao Yun, don't be so smug! My father is an official in the capital. When he returns, the first person I'll 　　kill is you, then that brat... heh... of course, I won't let you die so easily... ah!" 　　 Zhao Yun kicked Wang Kang, sending him sprawling, and said to the registrar, "This man has committed acts of harassment against women, robbed people of 　　their property, and assaulted and injured others. What should his sentence be?" 　　 The registrar scratched his head and said, "He should be sentenced to three years of penal servitude." 　　 Zhao Yun said, "Take him away!" 　　 "Zhao Yun! You've got guts! You'll remember this!" Wang Kang shouted hatefully as he was escorted inside by several soldiers. 　　 Shang Xuan was stunned. Back when his brother was in Gaoyang, hadn't he also served as a county magistrate? Why did this man look 　　so much like his brother? 　　 The young girl, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, knelt before Zhao Yun, sobbing, "Lord Zhao, you have upheld justice for me, I 　　..." 　　 Zhao Yun helped her up, saying, "No need to thank me. Go home and take good care of your father." 　　 After the girl thanked him repeatedly and left, Zhao Yun turned around and was surprised to see a beautiful woman standing beside the hall, intently 　　observing him. The registrar, seeing this, quickly moved over, pulled Zhao Yun over, and said with a smile, "The county magistrate hasn't met 　　Miss Shang yet, has he? She is the niece of the previous Lord Shang." 　　 Seeing Shang Xuan's slightly twitching lips, as if she were somewhat uncomfortable, Zhao Yun realized his gaze had been too impolite and 　　quickly bowed, saying, "Zhao Zilong greets Miss Shang." 　　 Shang Xuan smiled sweetly, and as those around her stared in disbelief, she said softly, "If all officials in the world were like General Zhao 　　, wouldn't the world be at peace? 　　 " Zhao Yun shrugged and said, "Miss, you flatter me. I'm just a very stubborn person, and 　　I can't stand seeing the strong bullying the weak." 　　 Shang Xuan's eyes lit up, and she said, "I've heard that Lord Zhao is not only skilled in horsemanship but also in spear fighting. 　　I also know a little about swordsmanship. Would you be so kind as to come to my home for a friendly spar?" 　　 Having been invited by a beauty, Zhao Yun ignored the envious glances of others and readily agreed.

"Zhao Zilong sounds nice, but he's just a fool." 　　 Shang Xuan chuckled inwardly. 　　 She
had been worried about not having a master to instruct her and Wan'er in martial arts, but unexpectedly 　　 , 　　 she found him without any
effort.
However, looking at Zhao Yun, she felt a strange sense 　　of familiarity. 　　 ****************
... 　　 Shang Xiu, having rescued a high-ranking official's relative in the city and possessing outstanding military achievements, rose through the ranks to become a lieutenant general and joined Zhu Jun's 　　forces to suppress the rebels. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, however, remained unrecognized. 　　 When the more people's official positions fail to reflect their abilities, the more precarious the dynasty becomes. 　　 Liu Bei, however, seemed unconcerned, even advising Shang Xiu to seize the opportunity and consolidate his position. In Shang Xiu's heart, he already 　　regarded the three as elder brothers. 　　 Just then, Zhu Jun summoned him. 　　 Lu Zhi, having fortified his position, sent his men to assist Zhu Jun. 　　 Shang Xiu returned to the camp, where Zhu Jun was in his tent, plotting an attack on Zhang Liang. Seeing Shang Xiu enter, he cheerfully 　　asked, "Lieutenant General Shang, what brilliant plan do you have?" 　　 Shang Xiu glanced at everyone in the tent, including Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei; they were all clearly at a loss. 　　 Although Zhang Liang's army numbered only 20,000, with supplies from the city, they could move freely, employing guerrilla tactics, launching numerous 　　ambushes and fire attacks, leaving the Han army, despite their numerical advantage, helpless. 　　 Meanwhile, Lu Zhi and Huangfu Song faced fierce attacks from Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao, also encountering setbacks. Most 　　terrifying of all was Zhang Jiao and Zhang Bao's sorcery, which could easily cripple the Han army's morale. 　　 The tactic was obvious: using Zhang Liang's small force to tie down Zhu Jun, allowing Zhang Jiao and his allies to decisively defeat the Han army's 　　elite, thus enabling a swift entry into Guanzhong. 　　 Lu Zhi had foreseen this, but instead opted for deep trenches and high walls, employing a scorched-earth policy. 　　 If Xuan'er were here, she would surely have some strange ideas to deal with it, but… 　　 Thinking of this, a sudden inspiration struck him. 　　 "That's right, if he and Xuan'er could use feigned surrender, feigned death, and the empty city tactic against Chen Ru, they could naturally use the same trick 　　against Zhang Liang. 　　 " 　　 Why are they so similar? 　　 Shang Xuan let out a delicate shout, and her specially made longsword, designed to suit a woman's arm strength, 　　launched an attack against Zhao Yun 　　 , who was standing with his spear hanging down. This beauty disliked heavy makeup and the vulgarity of wearing gold and silver; she was pure and simple. Most wonderfully, 　　she had a very good constitution, which prevented her snow-white skin from becoming pale, but rather gave it a slight blush. 　　 At this moment, she was twisting her waist, making every movement of her sword exquisitely beautiful. The blush on her jade-like face was incomparably delicate, 　　and coupled with the chilling aura of the longsword, her beauty was exquisite to the extreme. 　　 Zhao Yun, with a smile on his handsome face, appeared completely at ease, easily parrying the beautiful woman's 　　longsword with a flick and a deflection of his spear. 　　 Righteousness, elegant demeanor, and mastery of both literature and martial arts—these were all traits of Shang Xiu. Why were the two so 　　similar? 　　 "Miss, be careful!" 　　 Shang Xuan's attack was too forceful, causing her to lose her balance. Zhao Yun quickly dropped his spear, dodged forward, and supported her 　　shoulder. However, a stone tripped him, causing him to lose his balance slightly, and Shang Xuan's delicate body fell into his arms. 　　 Zhao Yun was twenty-five years old this year. His career had been fraught with setbacks, and he had encountered many unfortunate people. He had finally managed to secure the position of county magistrate despite his martial arts skills 　　. At this moment, he was experiencing a low point in his career. 　　 At this moment, he encountered Shang Xuan. A beautiful woman, her face glowing with warmth, lay before him. 　　Her delicate body, flushed from the fierce battle, exuded a fragrance that momentarily captivated this vigorous young man, leaving him speechless and dumbfounded as he stared at the beauty 　　in his arms 　　 . His indignation at being powerless to act on his righteous cause only intensified the allure 　　of the woman in his embrace. Why struggle to survive in this chaotic world? Why not take her away, let them live a simple life of weaving and farming, leaving the world to the 　　ambitious ones 　　 ? Being held by Shang Xuan brought a different kind of feeling. 　　 At the moment their bodies touched, memories flooded her mind—from learning swordsmanship from Shang Xiu to discovering her own 　　strange emotions. Being held by Zhao Yun gave her a sense of security and warmth, like being in her brother's arms. 　　 Yet, she couldn't find that subtle connection between them, that tacit understanding built since childhood. In Zhao 　　Yun's eyes, she couldn't see the resonance that only Shang Xiu could offer her. 　　 The silver chain on her jade wrist slid down to her upper arm, a clear, silvery tinkling sound 　　emanating from her hair, followed by footsteps. Both were startled and quickly separated. 　　 Zhao Yun said awkwardly, "I was in a hurry to save someone and offended you, Miss. Please forgive me." 　　 Shang Xuan picked up the spear, holding Zhao Yun in one hand and placing the spear in his other, saying softly, "Weapons are 　　the lifeblood of soldiers; how can they be discarded so easily?" 　　 Zhao Yun was speechless, stunned. He knew the implication of those words perfectly. 　　 Shang Xuan smiled slightly at him, sheathing her sword, a smile seemingly filled with countless metaphors. 　　 Wan'er, who had just gone to the restroom, returned to the garden where they practiced swordsmanship. Zhao Yun held the spear upside down and bid farewell to the two. 　　 A maid came out from the backyard and said, "Miss, the 　　 pastries are ready." "It's time to eat." Shang Xuan took Wan'er's hand, and the two sat side by side under a pavilion, leisurely 　　enjoying the delicate pastries. Since coming to live in Shang Lun's mansion, the two women's lives had improved considerably compared to before.

The feast was even more lavish, but it did not diminish their determination to leave. The only problem was Shang Lun; this uncle was very old, could they
bear to abandon him like this?
Wan'er said, "Sister Xuan, just now before I entered the garden, I had a feeling of unease, as if something ominous was about to
happen… um… this…
" Shang Xuan saw her collapse on the table and inwardly cried out in alarm, suddenly feeling dizzy. Was this a sleeping potion? It's
hard to guard against a traitor within the family.
**********
If it's hard to guard against a traitor within the family, what about a traitor to the country?
Chenliu, Zhu Jun's camp.
"A mission from the court has arrived!"
The official, Zuo Feng, arrogant and dismissive of the generals, coldly stared at Zhu Jun and said, "
General Zhu, what explanation do you have for the loss of Yingyang?"
Zhu Jun calmly replied, "The rebels employed a surprise attack tactic, and there were internal collaborators within the city. The defending general had no power to retaliate." Zuo Feng
coldly said, "This is the general's fault for failing to suppress the rebels!"
The generals' expressions changed slightly, and they wanted to shout insults, but Zhu Jun raised his hand to stop them, saying, "Zhu Jun believes he has done his utmost . If
the court wishes to punish me, this general has nothing to say."
Zuo Feng chuckled, his face full of smiles, "That's not necessarily true. I recently heard that your army has recently captured a treasure-gathering
place belonging to the Yellow Turbans. As long as treasures are presented, the Emperor will naturally be delighted, and your punishment will be absolved.
" Zhu Jun sneered, "So it was the Ten Attendants who were soliciting bribes. Tell them the Han army will only use
the funds to quell bandits, never to offer them to eunuchs!"
Zuo Feng was furious and stormed off. Two days later, the court sent someone to question him, bringing Zhu Jun back to Luoyang for punishment
, but instead appointing a civil official to command the military.
Upon receiving this news, Zhang Liang immediately gathered his troops and launched a night raid on the Han camp…
It was a dark moonlit night.
Zhang Liang divided his army into two forces: cavalry in the front and light infantry in the rear. Arriving outside the camp, he saw that
the lights were dim and the defenses were lax. It was clear that the Han army's commander had been captured and was about to retreat, causing low morale and negligence
.
"Kill!"
Zhang Liang shouted, and countless cavalrymen burst from the forest, charging straight into the Han army camp.
The Han army only realized what was happening when the Yellow Turban soldiers reached the front of the camp. Before they could even close the gates, the Yellow Turban cavalry surged in
, their battle cries deafening.
Zhang Liang led the charge into the enemy camp, only to find it deserted.
The gates were just closing when countless fire arrows rained down, igniting numerous fires and disrupting the advance of Zhang Liang's
troops, preventing them from supporting each other.
The Yellow Turban army's morale collapsed. Shouts erupted from behind the camp as Han troops poured in from all directions.
"Retreat here, or you will die! Kill them all!"
Zhang Liang roared, charging into the enemy ranks. His force was the Yellow Turban elite, and Zhang Liang himself was renowned for his exceptional martial skills
. Hearing this, the soldiers quickly maintained their formation and fought back.
Tens of thousands clashed inside and outside the camp, their shouts shaking the heavens and earth.
"Zhang Liang!"
Suddenly, a young general from the Han army appeared, wielding a long spear, and charged straight at Zhang Liang.
"Shang Xiu!"
Zhang Liang sneered, swinging his halberd to meet the attack head-on.
In the instant the spear and halberd clashed, Zhang Liang saw only a flash of silver—Shang Xiu's sword at his waist. From drawing the sword, striking it, to
swinging it, it all
happened in that single instant. Though only a moment, it was the essence of all of Shang Xiu's swordsmanship.
In his dying moments, Zhang Liang understood why this man had defeated Chen Ru in one fell swoop, and why he had
become a renowned young general in just half a year.
Shang Xiu roared, his long sword slicing across Zhang Liang's shoulder, severing him in two, head and shoulder in one stroke; then he used his spear
to lift Zhang Liang's head, shouting, "Zhang Liang is dead! Those who surrender will be spared!"
First Chen Ru, then Zhang Liang.
The strategy was the same: capture the leader first.
The sound reverberated across the entire battlefield. The Yellow Turban soldiers, intimidated by his 　　power 　　 , 　　dismounted 　　 and 　　surrendered 　　.
**********
... 　　 A scream shattered the peace: "You...don't...let go!" 　　 "Her breasts are fewer, but they're very elastic, far better than those whores in the city." 　　 Shang Xuan turned his face and saw two men, one in front of Wan'er and one behind her. One, like a hungry wolf with its prey, 　　was roughly kissing and biting Wan'er's delicate white neck; the other was shamelessly reaching into Wan'er's clothes 　　, kneading her small breasts. 　　 One of them, while wantonly fondling Wan'er's delicate body and roughly kneading her breasts, sneered, "Don't 　　worry about me doing you. That kid named Shang Xiu is going to die on the battlefield, so he'll just have to prepare to remarry his good husband. 　　Damn, what smooth breasts." 　　 Wan'er's face, which had been filled with shame and indignation, turned angry. She said, "You dog, don't talk nonsense... Oh..." She 　　wanted to curse again, but another man's hand had already entered her jade gate, teasing her most sensitive bud. A sharp 　　pain and stimulation made her momentarily dazed, unable to speak clearly. 　　 Seeing her expression change from anger to a pitiful look of helplessness and humiliation, the man added insult to injury, saying, "

"You little slut, you can't even curse anymore after a poke of your finger? Your little hole must be itchy, right? Try cursing again, and I'll
poke you half to death!" His hand movements intensified. "Oh? You're wet? Heh, such a slut,
without a husband, I wonder how many men have played with you? If Shang Xiu knew in the afterlife that his little wife had been played with by so many men
, even in the netherworld, that green hat would still be shining brightly. I wonder if he would regret marrying you."
"Brother Xiu... he... um... no... you... so despicable... um... you... dog
... oh... ah... it hurts..."
Wan'er was agitated by those vicious words. She shook her limbs and waist, trying to struggle, but her lower
body was being tortured by his hands. She couldn't even utter a fierce counterattack. She could only
tremble helplessly and groan in pain under the rough movements of the two men.
"That waist-twisting is so beautiful. You're already horny and writhing, wanting a man, huh?
" Shang Xuan was furious, snapping, "You heartless bastard..."
Yuan Yi turned her face towards him, coldly sneering, "Little bitch, you'd better behave.
Otherwise, I'll hold back when I deflower you, or you might be in pain for ten days."
Shang Xuan trembled slightly. How did he know she was still a virgin?
Seeing her expression, Yuan Yi laughed shamelessly, parting her skirt and lewdly saying, "Knowing is easy, is
n't it? I'll tell you." His hand then moved up her leg, clicking his tongue, "Such smooth skin! Even more
slippery than an egg." Shang Xuan's face flushed red with anger and shame as she watched that rough hand caress her
thigh, finally reaching her two pink labia.
Yuan Yi parted her vulva with his fingertips. Shang Xuan struggled desperately, but to no avail. He continued
to humiliate her, saying, "This vulva is full and white, the pubic hair is fine and neat. What a girl, even your cunt knows how
to be so careful."
Shang Xuan, suppressing her shame, closed her eyes, intending to ignore him. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her lower body, causing
her to cry out in agony. It was Yuan Yi poking her thin hymen with his fingertips.
"Girl, listen to your master!"
Yuan Yi shouted, while fondling her beautiful breasts. He sighed, "Such beautiful breasts. Damn,
it wasn't for nothing that I went to so much trouble to bring you here. How can I not have some fun with you?" Shang Xuan felt a tickle on her chest
as he fondled her breasts with both hands and mouth. She desperately tried to calm herself down.
What should she do? What should she do? This time, her brother couldn't possibly appear again… she could only rely on herself…
Suddenly, voices rang out outside, along with the sound of water being splashed.
The three women's expressions changed, and they were about to go to the door to investigate when flames suddenly erupted. Shang Xuan looked closely and knew what was
happening; those people outside were definitely killing someone to cover their tracks.
Flames shot into the sky; the room was full of firewood, which would ignite instantly, and in a flash, the room was engulfed in flames, with nowhere
to hide. The three women looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
Shang Xuan let out a cold laugh. Enraged, Yuan Yi was about to slap her when a burning
pillar collapsed, landing on the assailant. He screamed in agony and was instantly
swallowed by the flames.
The other two screamed in agony, trying desperately to rush out, but were instead swept away by the flames.
Shang Xuan glanced at Wan'er. Though they had escaped their defiled fate, they were now trapped in a deadly predicament.
He sighed sadly, "Wan'er, it seems we... can only be together again in the next life..." The surrounding area 　　 was engulfed in scorching flames
; even a celestial being couldn't save them.
Wan'er shook her head desperately, softly saying, "It's not time yet!" 　　 As Shang 　　 Xuan was stunned, everything went black; he had been overcome by the smoke and fire and lost consciousness. 　　 Life is like a dream; 　　 is death like that too... 　　 ? 　　********** 　　 ... 　　 While secretly regretting not staying by their side, and filled with worry, he walked out of the tent. 　　The soldiers he encountered on the way all showed him utmost respect. 　　 Yes, he had just defeated Zhang Liang and even personally beheaded him, greatly boosting morale and earning him the title of general. However, these empty 　　titles meant nothing to him; what mattered was that one of the culprits had been eliminated, and he had avenged one-third of his grievances. 　　 This battalion of nearly five thousand men was entirely under his command, young and elite troops assigned to him by Zhu Jun. 　　 Next would be Zhang Bao, then Zhang Jiao. 　　 Wan'er, Xuan'er, soon, very soon I will be back. 　　 Chapter Three: Bloody Battle at the Cliff, Defeating Zhang Bao 　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　 "Brother… 　　 " Shang Xuan felt a few pats on her cheek, slowly waking up and instinctively groaning. Her eyes opened slightly 　　, and she vaguely saw the shadow of her brother, Shang Xiu. With a cry, she threw herself into his arms and wept bitterly. 　　The humiliation and the threat of death were too much for even the strong-willed Shang Xuan to bear. Moreover, 　　this embrace was so intimate and familiar, so reassuring… 　　 The man was Zhao Yun, who had risked his life to save the two women. Fortunately, Shang Lun's past achievements in governance had earned him popular support, and the people 　　rushed to help extinguish the fire at the Shang residence, barely managing to put it out. 　　 Zhao Yun stroked her flowing hair and said softly, "Miss Shang, it's alright now." 　　 Hearing the voice, Shang Xuan recognized Zhao Yun and became more alert. She sat up straight and asked, "Where's Wan'er? 　　Where's Uncle?" Only then did she realize that her clothes were tattered, and she was wearing a cloak over them. 　　 Zhao Yun said, "Miss Wan'er has woken up, but Lord Shang…"

Shang Xuan turned around and saw Shang Lun being carried to the gate of the mansion, with Wan'er kneeling beside him, sobbing
. She rushed over. Shang Lun had countless burns, large and small, and was beyond saving.
"Uncle!"
Hearing her voice, Shang Lun struggled to open his eyes and sighed, "I'm fifty this year... I've fulfilled my destiny,
but it's a pity I won't see Xuan'er get married... oh..."
His hand, which had been stroking Shang Xuan's cheek, went limp, and he passed away.
Shang Xuan and Wan'er lay on his body, thinking of how kind this elder had treated them, and both wept bitterly.
The civilians who had helped fight the fire, moved by their plight, couldn't help but shed tears as well.
They wept for not being able to fulfill his last wish, and for this era failing to provide a good ending for all good people
. The next day, outside the city, Shang Lun's new grave was erected. Xuan'er and 　　 Wan'er, dressed
in mourning clothes and white armbands,
held a funeral for Shang Lun as his daughters.
Although Shang Xuan was saddened, her determination to go out and find her brother only strengthened. 　　 The fact that a kind elder like Shang Lun was killed by a despicable villain like Yuan Yi 　　 was a tragedy that left 　　 all who 　　 heard of it sighing. The 　　 group of arsonists were quickly apprehended by Zhao Yun. A 　　life for a life 　　 —isn't that fair? ********** ... 　　 The good news was that his progress would allow him to achieve his goal sooner and return to his true aspirations; 　　the bad news was that the higher he climbed, the more lives he held in his hands. 　　 "I have informed General Lu of our army's arrival. He said Zhang Bao's formation is positioned along the mountainside; if we want to launch a surprise attack, we must 　　use fire." 　　 Shang Xiu looked at the troop deployment map provided by Lu Zhi, showing the two armies facing each other across the Ying River, and said, "Shen Xian, Liang Bai." At this 　　time, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei were with Zhu Jun transporting grain to aid the people and were not present. 　　 Two captains moved out; they were older than Shang Xiu, yet they treated him with utmost respect. This was the so-called "recognizing heroes 　　and valuing heroes." 　　 "Here!" 　　 Shang Xiu pointed to the granary in the center of the stronghold on the map and said, "This time I will personally set it on fire." He moved his hand to 　　the dense forest north of the stronghold and said, "Deploy archers outside the forest. Watch for my signal to light the fire. Once the camp falls, Zhang Bao 　　will surely escape through the forest. You can set up many traps around the perimeter, along with arrow formations; this will surely be a great success." He then 　　said to the messenger sent by Lu Zhi, "Please prepare a counterattack, Lord Lu Zhi. When you see the enemy camp on fire across the river, it means our army has successfully burned the camp." 　　 Seeing the messenger's puzzled expression, he said, "Zhang Bao only knows that our army has just defeated Zhang Liang and is currently repairing the city walls in Yingyang. He is unaware 　　of our surprise attack. But you must remind Lord Lu to be wary of enemy spies within the army." 　　 After the messenger left, Shen Xian couldn't help but say, "General Shang is personally setting fire to the enemy's grain supplies. With your courage, you will surely succeed 　　. But how do you plan to escape? I'm afraid that before Lord Lu's army arrives, you will already be..." 　　 Shang Xiu smiled and said, "I have my own plan. No need to say more; just follow the plan." How can 　　 a general command 　　 respect 　　 if he doesn't lead from the front? 　　 Zhang Jiao's defeat of Huangfu Song is imminent; without a swift victory, 　　 the consequences could be even more severe. 　　 This move is what is meant by putting oneself in 　　 a desperate situation to survive, isn't 　　it? 　　 **************** ... Frowning, he said, "There's chaos and war there right now, and General Shang still has military duties to attend to. Perhaps it's not quite appropriate 　　?" 　　 Shang Xuan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Isn't Lord Zhao also neglecting his duties and coming out to chase after us?" 　　 Zhao Yun raised his spear and smiled, "Didn't Miss Shang teach me not to forget my lofty ambitions?" 　　 Shang Xuan shrugged and said, "What does that have to do with me?" 　　 Zhao Yun chuckled, "When I was teaching you martial arts, I knew Miss Shang had ulterior motives. I didn't expect you to actually want to find your brother." 　　 Shang Xuan said softly, "Lord Zhao's willingness to teach me spear techniques is deeply appreciated, but I have urgent business with 　　my brother now. Lord Zhao, please don't hinder me any further." 　　 Wan'er, watching the two exchange words, suddenly couldn't help but laugh and said, "Can't Sister Xuan see Lord Zhao's intentions 　　? 　　 " Zhao Yun gave Shang Xuan a deep look, shook his head, and sighed, "What virtue or ability do I possess? I already know that Miss's heart 　　belongs to another." 　　 Shang Xuan glanced at Zhao Yun and softly said, "Lord Zhao once saved my life in Nanpi. I should repay him with my body 　　, but..." 　　 Zhao Yun suddenly laughed loudly, but his laughter carried a hint of desolation. He said, "I've been unlucky all my life. If I had 　　met Miss before that man... well, I'm just not blessed with that. I accept it." 　　 Shang Xuan lowered her pretty face, silent. What could she say? She began to play with the 　　silver bell-encrusted chain around her jade necklace, which jingled softly. 　　 Wan'er looked at the chain. Hmm? Why does this chain look so familiar… 　　 ??? Zhao Yun glanced at the chain, then turned his head away and slowly said, “The road ahead is dangerous. 　　How about I act as Miss Shang’s bodyguard one more time?” Without waiting for her reply, he spurred his horse and galloped off. 　　 Shang Xuan glanced at Wan’er, only to see her face deathly pale, staring at her in disbelief. 　　 ********** 　　 ...

The wind was just right.
Shang Xiu, with a large bow and quiver of rockets slung across his back, a long sword at his waist, and a spear in his hand, most notably, had several
extremely long ropes wrapped around his waist. He walked on foot, using the stars to orient himself. At this moment, he thought of his beloved wife,
Wan'er.
She had taught him stargazing, but he only remembered the constellations he could use for navigation. When other star clusters were mentioned
, his focus shifted to Wan'er's petite and delicate figure. Besides stargazing, he also observed the weather.
This cliff was extremely steep. Shang Xiu had chosen this spot because he was certain Zhang Bao wouldn't believe he could launch a fire
attack on his camp from here.
"Hmph..."
Shang Xiu slipped and fell down the hillside.
Countless trees and bushes flashed past his eyes. Shang Xiu finally stopped at a mountain shoulder, looking down. Below, the lights
were bright—it was Zhang Bao's main camp.
He looked up and saw that the cliff was dozens of feet high, making it impossible to retreat the way he had come.
He drew his longbow, each of the three fire arrows tied to a rope soaked in oil.
A commotion arose in the camp; they had clearly discovered him.
Too late.
If Heaven is truly dead, I will tell them: Man will conquer Heaven!
The bowstring twanged, and the three fire arrows flew towards the three main camps where provisions were stored. The arrows struck the wooden and cloth
tents, immediately igniting, and the fire spread along the ropes, quickly engulfing the other camps.
Chaos ensued, just as well.
The wind fanned the flames, and the fire helped him complete his mission.
Shang Xiu leaped down, actually facing the enemies charging towards him.
Good, I'll fight to the death!
Countless enemies surged up from below, but fortunately the mountain path was narrow, preventing an encirclement.
Shang Xiu brandished his spear, unleashing a powerful thrust into the enemy ranks.
He knew the enemy would never use a sneak attack, as that would only harm his own men.
He calculated that he wouldn't fall before Lu Zhi's forces arrived.
Unless… it was fate.
************ What
is beyond human calculation is called destiny.
Mastering more variables allows you to master more of destiny.
Otherwise, you'll only be led by fate.
On the same night,
Shang Xuan and his group arrived in the Qiao County area, within the Yellow Turban rebels' territory. All three were extra cautious to
avoid being discovered.
Zhao Yun stood outside a dilapidated house, turning back to see two women lying peacefully on a stone bed.
Since Wan'er was another man's wife, he couldn't look directly at her, but Shang Xuan's beauty, so exquisite it shamed flowers and eclipsed the moon, captivated him even more
.
A sound arose from the nearby bushes.
He recognized the unusual noise and hurriedly called out, "Miss Shang, Miss Wan, wake up quickly!"
Shang Xuan and Wan'er had just woken up when they found themselves surrounded by flames!
Zhao Yun inwardly regretted his distraction; if he hadn't been so distracted, they wouldn't be trapped and unaware of their encirclement. He smiled wryly, "
A moment of carelessness." Shang Xuan glanced at him and shook her head.
The enemy had clearly followed them closely, but why?
"I've been following you closely since Nanpi, and I didn't expect to find an opportunity to strike only here. This Lord Zhao is
no simple man."
Judging from the footsteps and their distribution, there were about a hundred people, led by an elderly man with flowing white hair and a sword. His eyes
fell on Shang Xuan, and he said, "I want to capture her alive."
Zhao Yun assumed a fighting stance with his spear and sneered, "Old man! Do you think a mere hundred men can do anything to me?"
He then whispered to Shang Xuan and Wan'er, "I'll draw them away, and you two can escape."
The old man chuckled and said, "You can't escape."
Shang Xuan stared at Zhao Yun and sighed softly, "I... owe you one more time."
Zhao Yun laughed heartily, "That's just my most optimistic view. Maybe we'll all perish together this time, and then
Miss Shang won't be able to stay with me in the underworld either.
" Shang Xuan rolled her eyes and glared at him, seemingly annoyed that he was still spouting nonsense at a time like this. Suddenly, an enemy shouted
and drew their weapon, charging towards them.
"Go!"
Zhao Yun thrust his spear forward, creating gusts of wind, and fearlessly charged into the enemy ranks.
********************
Shang Xiu, are you tired?
No!
Only a hundred or so men, they can't defeat me.
Shang Xiu's spear was already broken, but his sword danced swiftly through the night air, and in the blink of an eye, he had killed several more.
He was wounded in seven or eight places, covered in blood, and looked extremely terrifying. What was most chilling was
the murderous intent in his eyes. A general shouted, "He's at his last gasp, don't be afraid of him! Charge!"
Suddenly, Fang Fa shouted, "They're here! Lu Zhi's troops are here!"
Shang Xiu seemed not to hear, his hands numb with exhaustion, but with each strike, more enemies fell before him.
The slightest distraction was enough to cost him his life.
The Han army quickly built a pontoon bridge and crossed the river to attack. A deafening roar could be heard from the other side of the camp gate.
The Yellow Turban rebels, their supplies burned, had to divide their forces to fight the fire, causing chaos in their ranks. Coupled with the Han army's preparedness, they easily
breached the barricades and stormed into the camp.
The outcome was decided. Only Shang Xiu's survival remained.
"Hmph..."
Shang Xiu was struck in the waist and chest simultaneously, staggered back several steps, blood and his last strength draining away at the same time.
A barrage of spears came rushing towards us.
We're doomed...
"Zhongyou has performed such a great feat, setting an example for our Han army. I, Xu, have come to his rescue." (Shang Xiu, courtesy name Zhongyou)
A familiar voice rang out, and a man leaped down, his long sword flashing as he swept away the spearmen.
"Ha, Yuanzhi, you brat." 　　 Shang
Xiu braced himself with his sword, waiting for his strength to recover, watching Xu Shu kill the enemy before him, a mix of emotions welling up inside him.
(Xu Shu, courtesy name Zhi)
The Yellow Turban rebels had already suffered
a crushing defeat, 　　 losing more than half of their forces. 　　 The remainder retreated to the dense forest behind the camp. 　　 What awaited them was a hail of arrows and treacherous pits. ********** 　　 ... 　　 Suddenly, a strange laugh came from behind. 　　 Shang Xuan turned around but saw no one. Just as she was about to leave, the old man she had just seen stood before them. 　　 He wore a strange smile, was dressed in a Taoist robe, and behaved unusually. He smiled at the two and asked, "Where do you intend to go, young ladies?" 　　 Shang Xuan shouted sharply, her long sword aimed at the old man, yelling, "Wan'er, run!" 　　 His expression instantly turned serious, possessing an authority that Wan'er could not ignore. 　　 Wan'er froze for a moment, then turned sharply and ran away. 　　 "It's alright. My only target is Miss Shang." 　　 The old man wielded his peach wood sword with uncanny skill, easily deflecting Shang Xuan's ever-changing sword techniques. When she was exhausted 　　, he easily knocked the sword from her hand, knocked her unconscious, and captured her alive. 　　 Shang Xiu and Zhao Yun were now powerless to stop him. 　　 "Brother...save me... 　　 " Chapter Four: The Art of Seizing Heaven, The Man Who Defies Heaven 　　 . Yingchuan. Two days after defeating Zhang Bao. 　　 In this battle, Lu Zhi and Shang Xiu achieved a great victory, beheading 20,000. The rest either died from arrows or surrendered. 　　 Lu Zhi gave a speech of encouragement to the victorious Han army, and was summoned to lead half of the army back to the capital, while the other half, 　　led by Shang Xiu, went to Xiangcheng to assist Huangfu Song. 　　 Xu Shu was talking to Shang Xiu in his tent. He said, "I followed General Zhang in his campaigns across You and Dai provinces. After our success, General Zhang 　　passed away due to illness. So I went to serve Lord Lu, and this time I'm the vanguard again. Ah, I never imagined you 　　'd become such a sought-after general in just a few months." 　　 Shang Xiu stretched his gradually healing arm and said, "It's just good luck. Or perhaps it's just that the court 　　needs capable people." 　　 Xu Shu laughed loudly, "Yes, that's how times create heroes." 　　 "General, a woman outside requests an audience." 　　 Shang Xiu and Xu Shu exchanged a glance, stepped outside the tent, and were both stunned for a long time. 　　 It was Wan'er, with disheveled long hair, covered in filth, and her clothes in disarray. 　　 The moment Wan'er's eyes met Shang Xiu's, they lit up, glistening with tears. She rushed over 　　, crying, "Brother Xiu!" 　　 Before Shang Xiu could react, his beloved wife was already in his arms, sobbing, "Sister Xuan, she 　　's been captured by the Yellow Turban rebels!" She then recounted everything about the two of them and Zhao Yun. 　　 Shang Xiu was shocked. "Who could have captured Xuan'er?" he asked 　　 . Xu Shu, after asking Wan'er about the man's characteristics, pondered, "It must be that old man named Wang Xuan. Legend has it he 　　's the one who taught Zhang Jiao's sorcery, possessing knowledge of a strange book passed down by immortals, and understanding many evil spells and sorcery. I heard 　　his name when I was in Dai County." 　　 Wan'er's expression shifted upon hearing the name "Wang Xuan." Shang Xiu, seemingly oblivious, calmly said, "Time is of the 　　essence; let's depart immediately." He first had Wan'er hide, then summoned Shen Xian and Liang Bai, ordering the entire army to break 　　camp and march towards Xiangcheng, where General Huangfu Song's troops were stationed. Xu Shu said, "Leave the relocation to me; you all 　　enjoy yourselves first." 　　 Lifting the tent flap, Xu Shu found his hands trembling with excitement. 　　 No, he had to remain calm. 　　 Shang Xiu nodded, looking at his beloved wife's pitiful, disheveled state. He first had someone fetch a basin of water, then personally 　　undressed her, leaving her naked in the tent, where he used a damp cloth to wipe her body. Wan'er's delicate pink body 　　trembled slightly upon touching the cloth. 　　 Shang Xiu had just finished wiping his beautiful wife's face when he asked in surprise, "Are you cold?" 　　 Wan'er, naked, reddened her eyes and clung tightly to him, saying, "Brother Xiu, becoming a general... I 　　'm just too happy. But, Sister Xuan, she..." 　　 Shang Xiu's hand brushed against Wan'er's shoulder, and he calmly said, "I will definitely find her." 　　 Wan'er softly asked, "Brother Xiu, do you know about that matter?" Shang Xiu stopped abruptly, asking, "What matter 　　?" Wan'er murmured, "Can those born of the same root become intertwined branches? Can those born in the same nest become a pair of lovebirds?" 　　 Shang Xiu gripped her shoulders, his voice trembling, "Wan'er knows?" Wan'er shook her head, saying, "We'll talk about everything after we find 　　Sister Xuan, okay?" Shang Xiu nodded, softly saying, "I haven't finished wiping Wan'er's face yet!" 　　 Wan'er kissed her husband's lips, saying, "Will Wan'er serve you tonight? 　　 " From her eyes, it was clear she had suffered greatly recently and desperately needed his love and comfort. However, 　　as a general… 　　 Shang Xiu said softly, “Tonight I will meet the generals in the military tent. Wan’er, stay here and rest.” 　　 Wan’er pressed her face against his chest and whispered, “And now?” 　　 Now… 　　 “Wan’er… you can be quiet…” Before she could finish speaking, Shang Xiu had already lifted her up and placed her 　　on the bed. Under her husband’s loving caresses and teasing, Wan’er’s body burned with desire. She could only bite her clothes, trying to suppress her cries 　　. Finally, with each rough violation from Shang Xiu, she trembled violently.

That long-lost madness, that deeply hidden longing, all erupted at once.
But why, amidst this burst of passion, was there a strong sense of incompleteness?
"Wan'er... wants to go to the battlefield with Brother Xiu... um... to save Sister Xuan... oh..."
Watching Wan'er's exquisite curves sway and change in his arms, her cherry-red lips unable to suppress the soft moans and gasps
, such a beautiful scene, Shang Xiu was once again troubled by a question.
What was the purpose of his life? Staying on this battlefield he loathed, he was merely a killing
tool of the corrupt dynasty, his excuse being "revenge."
For whom? His father? And Xuan'er? If he were by her side...
Xuan'er was right, the one who couldn't distinguish, the one deceiving himself, was always him.
If birds in the same nest can also experience longing, must they also be born a pair, and die a pair?
********************************** It was as if, in that sudden moment, he found the meaning of life.
Just as Shang Xiu's army marched towards Xiangcheng, Zhao Yun closely pursued the Yellow Turban soldiers who had abducted Shang Xuan. He
broke through the encirclement but did not flee far; instead, he secretly observed the Yellow Turban rebels' movements. From the rebels, he
learned that the old man's name was Wang Xuan, and that the rebels revered him like a god, kneeling and worshipping him whenever he went out, as if he were Zhang Jiao. It seemed he intended to
take Shang Xuan to Zhang Jiao.
For a country, or for a woman, which is greater?
But this time, Zhao Yun truly felt that if he could not rescue Shang Xuan, everything else
would become meaningless.
The heavy responsibility of the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty suddenly seemed lighter.
**********
...
"A decadent nation always has a group of despicable villains—and a bunch of loyal lackeys."
Huangfu Song sat atop the watchtower, listening to Huang Wei, the Yellow Turban general besieging the city, riding his horse below, loudly proclaim this.
Upon hearing this, the soldiers on both sides immediately roared their curses, but Huangfu Song remained silent.
This man was well-versed in military strategy, his plans flawless, and he was also incredibly brave and skilled in battle. And yet, such a figure existed among the Yellow Turban rebels.
Among the people of the world, there were countless talented individuals, but the Han dynasty could only field a handful to meet the enemy. Jealousy of talent was always a
dynasty's fatal flaw.
Huang Wei said calmly, "I'll ask you one more time, General Huangfu, will you surrender or not?"
Huangfu Song stood up and looked out from the city wall. The besieging army had completely surrounded the city. He said loudly, "
This general would rather die than surrender."
Huang Wei sneered, "I respected you as a great man, but you're just a fool!"
Just as the generals on the city wall were about to shout, a report came: "There are spies from the Yellow Turbans in the city. They've opened the south gate wide!" Just as Huangfu
Song's expression changed, a troop of soldiers was seen rushing towards them from afar. On their crimson banner was the character "
Shang".
"Another annoying dog. Frontline troops, don't panic, continue the siege. Wait until the army that has stormed the city opens the main gate.
I'll lead the rear guard to meet the enemy."
Huang Wei reined in his horse and turned back to the front lines. He saw an army of tens of thousands, led by a remarkably young general. He couldn't help
but laugh, "The Han dynasty has no one here, leading an army like a mere youth. Today has truly broadened my horizons."
The man laughed heartily, spurring his horse to a high position before the enemy lines, and said, "Indeed, with your abilities, General,
you should know exactly how to defeat my weary army, which has come from afar."
Huang Wei was taken aback, realizing the man had seen through his thoughts. He slowly replied, "To be able to defeat the armies of Generals Di Gong and Ren Gong
is indeed no simple feat. Your army has been preparing for a long time, only launching a sudden attack when I besieged the city, hasn't it?
" The man sighed, "General, you have prepared archers and shields, and divided your forces into front and rear armies, arranged in a square formation. You can attack from the front and
defend from the rear. Even with the invincible iron cavalry of the Xiongnu, it would be difficult to break through your formation, would it?"
Huang Wei said, "Are you stalling for time, hoping the Han army in the city will break through the encirclement and attack us from both sides?"
The man turned his head, looking at a distant mountain range, and said, "Where is General Tiangong?"
Seeing his expression, Huang Wei's face changed slightly, and he said, "You... are not Shang Xiu."
The man laughed, "That's right, my name is Xu Shu, just a rustic villager. Since General Huang knows our strategy, why
not immediately return to rescue the emperor?"
Huang Wei said, "Do you know why I joined the Yellow Turban Rebellion against the Han?"
Xu Shu nodded, "I would like to hear the details."
Huang Wei raised his hand, pointing to the sky, and said, "I believe in Heaven, and Heaven is on Lord Zhang's side."
Heaven? Where is Heaven?
??? 　　 **********
...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 Wang Xuan, utterly unafraid, flicked his whisk, deflecting Zhao Yun's superb spear technique, capable of taking on a hundred men. He laughed loudly 　　, "A mortal body cannot withstand the power of an immortal!" 　　 "My puppet, rise!" 　　 Zhao Yun shook his spear and leaped backward, his heart pounding. He saw Shang Xuan, at Wang Xuan's command, gracefully rise, 　　slowly opening her eyes. He couldn't help but call out, "Miss Shang!" 　　 Shang Xuan, however, ignored him, moving to Wang Xuan's side and kneeling gracefully, as if paying her respects. 　　 Wang Xuan gently stroked Shang Xuan's exquisitely beautiful face, handing her the wooden sword at his waist, and smiled, "Use this sword..."

"Kill him!"
Shang Xuan nodded slowly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Zhao Yun, a strange light flashing in her emerald pupils. She picked up her wooden sword, her bare
feet flashing, and attacked him.
Zhao Yun parried the wooden sword with his spear, stunned. "Shang Gu... Miss Shang! You don't recognize me? You..."
Shang Xuan remained silent, her jade-like face as cold as ice. Her wooden sword attacks were extremely fierce, and what surprised Zhao Yun most was
her extraordinary strength.
Her beautiful figure transformed into countless graceful movements. Under her control, the wooden sword, though beautiful in its techniques,
was deadly, easily overwhelming Zhao Yun.
Exhausted and unwilling to harm Shang Xuan, he was completely at a loss for what to do.
After another ten or so moves, Zhao Yun, despite his best efforts to defend, could not withstand the onslaught.
He let out a groan as his wooden sword pierced his chest. Shang Xuan, with a flick of her jade-like leg, sent him flying out of the tent, tumbling to the ground.
"Capture him! Tie him to the wooden cage."
Wang Xuan ordered his men to take the injured Zhao Yun into custody and return to the tent. Shang Xuan was already kneeling to one side, awaiting his orders
. Wang Xuan chuckled, sat on the bed in the tent, and said, "Come here." Shang Xuan immediately rose gracefully
and knelt beside Wang Xuan.
Wang Xuan reached into her thin white robe, gently caressing her soft, pink breasts.
A blush spread across Shang Xuan's pale face. When Wang Xuan's hand touched her rosy nipple, she let out a soft moan, nestled in Wang Xuan's arms
, breathing heavily. Her beauty was incomparable. Truly, she possessed the essence of Yin; only a woman of such aptitude could possess
such heavenly beauty.
Shang Xuan's jade-like hand reached out and touched Wang Xuan's aging manhood, gently pressing and caressing it. At the same time, she moved
closer, caressing his genitals while offering her breasts to his lips, allowing him to
experience the astonishing allure of her body through his mouth, nose, and touch.
Wang Xuan opened his mouth, filled with yellowed and rotten teeth, and forcefully bit and sucked on her bright red, peach-like nipples. One hand slipped under
her hem, parting her pink vulva and playing with her clitoris.
Shang Xuan moaned softly, her slender waist twisting and swaying violently under Wang
Xuan's caresses, her soft, exquisite body rubbing and pressing against him. Beneath her white robes, glimpses of her vulva revealed the trickling of lustful fluids
. A beautiful young woman, writhing and moaning in the arms of an old man, overflowing with lust, the scene was utterly lewd.
"You little slut, once I've mastered the Rejuvenation Technique of the Heavenly Book and regained my virility, I'll come back and beat you half to death." 　　 Wang
Xuan, having enjoyed Shang Xuan's body, withdrew his hand, which was still wet with her fluids. Upon seeing this, Shang Xuan 　　 immediately 　　 abandoned
her tongue-entanglement with Wang Xuan's, her fragrant tongue lightly flicking out to lick 　　 his fingertips 　　. The beauty of this technique lies in forgetting oneself, yet still retaining the innate instinct of carnal desire. 　　********** 　　 ... 　　 "General Shang Xiu is indeed extraordinary. My second brother is incompetent; it's only natural that he fell into your hands." 　　 The voice was extremely shrill, yet it echoed throughout the valley. Some of the Han soldiers who heard it immediately went 　　limp, their weapons falling to the ground. 　　 Beside Shang Xiu, a delicate voice whispered, "We can use the sound of war drums to break it." The speaker 　　was petite and pretty—none other than Wan'er. 　　 Last night, Shang Xiu returned to his tent, pondering how to deal with Zhang Jiao's sorcery. Little did he know that Wan'er already knew his thoughts and, based on 　　her own knowledge, explained it to him. 　　 Such sorcery relies entirely on summoning the power of ghosts and gods; it requires setting up an altar and offering sacrifices to activate it. 　　 "Beat the drums!" 　　 A series of drumbeats sounded, and the affected soldiers immediately awoke as if from a dream, picking up their weapons again. 　　 Shang Xiu coldly watched the slowly approaching figure, then turned to Wan'er behind him and said, "Wan'er, 　　won't you tell me your true identity?" 　　 Wan'er softly replied, "We'll talk about it after we save Sister Xuan, okay?" 　　 "Fire!" 　　 Thousands of arrows shot out simultaneously, flying straight towards Zhang Jiao. 　　 Zhang Jiao raised his wooden staff, and countless humanoid wooden blocks suddenly emerged from the ground—nearly a hundred— 　　blocking the arrows in front of him before charging straight towards him. 　　 A cry of alarm rang out from the Han army. 　　 "Order the rear guard to prepare to burn them with torches! Don't panic! What's so scary about mere wooden puppets and inanimate objects?" 　　 Shang Xiu's calm command pacified the soldiers. With Wan'er clinging tightly to him from behind, he led the vanguard with his longsword to hold back 　　the wooden puppets' attack. 　　 Torches were thrown from the rear towards the wooden figures, while Shang Xiu led the vanguard to retreat several dozen feet. 　　 Wan'er, her pretty face turned upwards, exclaimed, "Zhang Jiao is about to change the weather!" 　　 Shang Xiu raised his longsword, cleaving the wooden figures in two. The figures swayed, then returned to their original shape and attacked him 　　. He exclaimed in astonishment, "The weather is changing?" 　　 "Torches, fire! 　　 " Countless torches rained down from the rear towards the wooden figures. 　　 The figures ignited upon contact with the torches , turning to ashes. The Han army's 　　morale soared, as Shang Xiu's commands consistently neutralized the terrifying 　　sorcery. 　　 At that moment 　　 , darkness fell. 　　 ********** ... 　　 "Charge! The entire army, in coordination with Shang Xiu's forces, will break out!" 　　 Huangfu Song led his generals straight out of the city gate, attacking from the flank into the battle formation of Huang Wei and Xu Shu's army.

Huang Wei swung his broadsword, deflecting Xu Shu's longsword, and said, "With the rain, the fire attack won't work."
Xu Shu brandished his longsword and said calmly, "General Huang, how long do you think the thousands of troops on the mountain can hold out?" 　　 The
sounds of soldiers killing filled the air, and both men were covered in the blood of their surrounding soldiers. 　　 Huang Wei laughed, 　　 " Lord Zhang alone can withstand ten thousand troops." Xu Shu was slightly 　　 taken aback 　　 , but Huang Wei's broadsword was already slashing towards him. Although the siege had been lifted, the outcome was still 　　 uncertain 　　 . 　　Everything 　　 depended on Shang Xiu. ********** ... Shang Xiu drew his spear and 　　charged forward, spear and sword in hand. 　　 Wan'er held him tightly, whispering, "Don't worry about it, it's an illusion." 　　 Before Shang Xiu could react, his spear struck Zhang Jiao's head, and the shadow vanished like smoke. 　　 "Up the mountain," Wan'er pointed to a hilltop above the main camp, "The altar must be 　　set up according to the celestial order, and only this hilltop is suitable. Zhang Jiao's true form is there." 　　 "Order the entire army to retreat to the foot of the mountain. Once I've broken Zhang Jiao's sorcery, hear the sound of my sword and immediately ascend the mountain." 　　 Shang Xiu spurred his horse forward, his two weapons wielding with dazzling speed, carving a bloody path through the wooden horde 　　and galloping up the mountain. Wan'er, behind him, was completely unharmed. In terms of martial prowess, Zhao Yun 　　was indeed inferior to him, so she held him even tighter, forgetting even her own sword. 　　 Suddenly, the horse leaped and landed atop the mountain. On this cliff top, only a few dozen feet in circumference, stood a 　　large tent, and in front of it was a square altar. Standing in the center of the altar was Shang Xuan. "Xuan… 　　er!" 　　 Shang Xiu was overjoyed and was about to approach when Wan'er grabbed his arm, saying, "Brother Xiu, Sister Xuan's expression is strange 　　." 　　 "Yes, she's been affected by Teacher Wang's magic. 　　 " Zhang Jiao appeared beside the altar, followed by countless Yellow Turban soldiers surging from all directions, barely 　　surrounding them. Shang Xuan vanished from their sight in a flash. 　　 "Zhang Jiao!" 　　 Wan'er said softly, "Destroy the altar first." Upon seeing Zhang Jiao, Shang Xiu was immediately enraged. He let out a 　　deafening roar, its power intimidating the enemy. His right hand wielded a spear, thrusting and parrying, while his left hand 　　wielded a longsword with full force. Standing back-to-back with Wan'er, Shang Xiu's spear thrusts caused several men beside him to scream in agony, 　　blood splattering as they fell backward, crashing into many of his own soldiers. 　　 Although Wan'er's swordsmanship was inferior to his, she could still easily handle the enemies behind her under his full power. 　　 Zhang Jiao sighed, "General Shang is indeed a dragon among men, what a pity!" 　　 Shang Xiu again wielded his spear, sweeping away more than ten people around him. He sneered, raised his longsword, and said indifferently, 　　"What's a pity?" 　　 As Zhang Jiao was slightly taken aback, a volley of arrows rained down from above, striking all the Yellow Turban soldiers surrounding Shang Xiu and Wan'er, causing them 　　to fall to the ground. The archers were Shen Xian and Liang Bai's archery team. Following Shang Xiu's instructions, they had traversed mountains and valleys, 　　lying in ambush at high ground, all for this moment. 　　 Shang Xiu raised his longsword again, and the rain of arrows ceased abruptly. 　　 Zhang Jiao calmly watched his men fall, saying, "I only want to know, General Shang, how did you break my spell 　　?" 　　 Shang Xiu was about to ask Wan'er beside him how to break the sorcery cast on Shang Xuan when she coldly said, " 　　Where is Wang Xuan?" 　　 Zhang Jiao and Shang Xiu were slightly taken aback. Wang Xuan, with his streaked white hair, emerged from the tent, saying, "Girl! 　　It seems you are the one who broke my Yellow Heaven Spell. I truly misjudged you that day; I should have killed you." 　　 "Yes, if you hadn't used your disguise that day, I wouldn't have recognized you either." 　　 Shang Xiu was greatly surprised. Had they... already met? 　　 Wan'er's expression changed, transforming once again into the woman who had completely captivated Shang Xiu. Wang Xuan and Zhang Jiao's 　　faces changed simultaneously, as they heard her slowly say, word by word, "This is destiny. Today, Wang Xuan, you are destined to die here 　　. Fifty years ago, you killed your junior sister, which means you cannot escape this calamity today." 　　 Shang Xiu stared in disbelief at Wan'er's astonishing transformation. In fact, this had happened more than once 　　; perhaps Shang Xiu thought it was an illusion? 　　 "Why... Wan'er, you..." 　　 Wan'er sighed softly, "Some things are better left unknown." 　　 Wang Xuan laughed loudly, "Don't think that just because you practiced my junior sister's longevity technique, you've truly become a Celestial 　　Master! Celestial stars do indeed have their mutated numbers, and people also have their own methods of prayer and exorcism. Come! Kill them!" 　　 Still dressed in white, Shang Xuan moved swiftly, his long sword flashing as he thrust it towards Shang Xiu. 　　 "Wan'er" had already rushed in front of him, intercepting Shang Xuan, and said, "Kill Zhang Jiao first! Break his sorcery, then let your men 　　go up the mountain." 　　 Shang Xiu had no time to ask about the truth, nodded, and thrust his spear straight at Zhang Jiao. 　　 Zhang Jiao snorted, about to summon the wooden dummy, when a spear flew from the other side, 　　piercing Zhang Jiao's heart the instant Shang Xiu's spear touched him, leaving a trail of blood. 　　 Such astonishing strength. 　　 Is it the norm that those who kill must pay with their lives? Will he be an example? Why should officials think of retiring while they are still in power? Is it to 　　protect themselves, or to escape this calamity? 　　 Shang Xiu looked blankly at the fallen Zhang Jiao. With the disappearance of this "Great Teacher of Virtue," the Yellow Turbans would become 　　a thing of the past. 　　 No, there was still one source of trouble. 　　 "Wan'er's" expression shifted, and she said, "Zhao Yun?"

Shang Xiu turned around and saw a young man of similar age emerge from behind the tent. Their eyes
met, and they exchanged a knowing glance before rushing towards Wang Xuan.
As if Zhang Jiao's death had had no effect, Wang Xuan, though forced into a
desperate and disheveled state by Shang and Zhao, let out a wild laugh and retreated sharply, saying, "The rain has been enough, the great flood and mudslide are coming. I'll wait and see
how the Han army is submerged."
"Wan'er" snorted, pushed Shang Xuan aside, and chased after Wang Xuan with her sword drawn. Seeing this, Shang Xiu hurriedly tried to call
"Wan'er" back, but she shouted, "Shang Xiu, I'll borrow your wife's mortal body for a moment.
The silk scroll I placed in your bosom contains everything you want to know."
Sure enough, a flash flood came down the mountain, carrying sand, mud, and rocks, and the Han army that rushed forward was completely submerged in
the floodwaters. Screams and cries of agony echoed from the foot of the mountain, but vanished in an instant.
This battle was neither a victory nor a defeat for the Han army. But the Yellow Turbans were annihilated, and the ten thousand Han soldiers surrounding the mountain were
a negligible number to the court.
According to Han law, merit was calculated by the number of heads; for every enemy killed, one died for the Han, a system called "merits and demerits cancel each other out.
" In this light, Shang Xiu should be credited with the greatest merit, killing Zhang Jiao and destroying their spiritual leader, which was equivalent to annihilating ten thousand
Yellow Turbans.
But with the enemy gone, what was the value of any remaining honor?
Shang Xiu stared blankly as "Wan'er" leaped away. Behind him, the sound of weapons clashing rang out; Zhao Yun and Shang
Xuan were locked in combat. Zhao Yun, seemingly afraid of harming his sister, only defended and did not attack. Zhao Yun snorted, then was struck down by Shang Xuan
, his wounds compounded, and he could no longer stand.
For Shang Xiu, he knew he had lost. He was powerless to bring Wan'er back, and even more powerless to break
the sorcery binding his sister, Shang Xuan. Watching Shang Xuan's sword slowly approach, he felt only endless regret and pain. Should he kill her
?
Shang Xiu swung his longsword, easily deflecting Shang Xuan's blade. With a swift movement, he subdued Shang Xuan
, rendering her immobile.
"My Xuan'er, when will you wake up?
" A blush appeared on Shang Xuan's pale face. She let out a soft moan and, clinging tightly to her brother,
tumbled down the cliff to the edge. Zhao Yun was shocked, but could only watch helplessly as the two fell into the hundred-foot-deep water
and disappeared.
"Stand up… I must stand up!"
"Damn it! Infuriating!"
A large pool of blood on Zhao Yun's chest indicated he was losing a lot of blood; his body could no longer support his will to save others. In
a final wave of dizziness, he collapsed to the ground.
"Miss Shang, my mission is not yet complete...
" (Final chapter: Rebirth after the collapse of the world
) Half a month later.
When Zhu Jun's army stepped into the receding waters of the mountains, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei followed.
Countless dead lay below the ridge, but Shang Xiu and the others were nowhere to be found.
Only Zhang Jiao's head was found.
Liu Bei squatted on the cliff where the altar stood, looking at the surging river below, slowly
pouring wine onto the ground, and said calmly, "Zhongyou, this is a toast from your brother."
He was like a shooting star in the sky, flashing by in an instant. Only a moment of joy remained.
Sometimes he wondered if this boy who had fallen from the sky was a deity from heaven, saving the Han Dynasty from
a calamity.
"Has that brother surnamed Zhao woken up yet?"
Shang Xiu.
Soon, very soon, the world would forget him, but Liu Bei alone would not forget.
Liu Bei's gaze fell on the young general lying in his tent.
This Zhao Yun reminded him of Shang Xiu.
************
The Yellow Turban Rebellion finally ended with the death of Zhang Jiao.
Another story began: the long-standing struggle between the imperial relatives and eunuchs of the Eastern Han Dynasty. The signs of decline at the end of the Han Dynasty were already evident. The cycle of
division and unification, unity and division, was it the will of heaven, fate, or destiny? Or was it simply human nature itself, inherently contradictory and
conflicting?
And the loyal ministers?
Zhu Jun offended a high-ranking official and was demoted to commoner status; Huangfu Song was stripped of his military power and sent back to his hometown; Lu
Zhi was executed due to slander; Shang Xiu disappeared without a trace; and Zhang You died of overwork in Daizhou. There was
also a group of unknown figures—Liu Bei, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Xu Shu, and others—who risked their lives to quell the Yellow
Turban Rebellion within a year, their hearts filled with patriotic fervor for the Han Dynasty. In the end, they received no trust from the court and remained just a
group of insignificant soldiers. 　　 The
result of their unfulfilled ambitions was that they acknowledged the decay of the Eastern Han Dynasty and then seized the opportunity to rise
again and rebuild their own era. 　　 Like the ebb and flow of the tide, his life had its peaks of achievement and its utter destruction. 　　In the end, he vanished like a wave, without a trace. 　　 Life is full of ups and downs; reaching the pinnacle of one's career and then falling is an age-old truth. 　　 Everyone in the world must think he's dead; that's fine, it saves a lot of trouble. 　　 Is it fate? Those who should die don't, and those who shouldn't live still live. 　　 Shang Xiu skinned and butchered the wild deer he had hunted, roasting pieces over the fire. 　　 Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind him. 　　 Here it comes… 　　 Shang Xiu sighed inwardly, abruptly stood up, and turned to throw a stone at him. The next moment, he saw 　　his sister, Shang Xuan, who had been lying quietly on the ground, sprang up, her seemingly delicate hands and feet 　　attacking him with astonishing martial arts skills she had never been able to display before. 　　 He couldn't abandon her, couldn't keep her, and was powerless to kill her. He should have let himself and his sister…

His sister drowned in the river, that would end it all.
But he still had lingering concerns.
"Slap!"
A blow to the back of his neck from Shang Xiu's hand sent Shang Xuan's snow-white, smooth face and clear blue
eyes rolling upwards as he collapsed unconscious in Shang Xiu's arms. With his eyes closed, Shang Xuan appeared as if he were asleep.
Shang Xiu couldn't help but think of the wicked Taoist priest Wang Xuan, and felt a pang of anguish. Was this how he and Xuan'er were destined to live
their lives, or would he have to wait for Xuan'er to kill him with her own hands?
Would the woman who had taken Wan'er's body truly be returned intact?
Would Heaven truly allow these two orphans to live such a miserable life?
"Ugh..." Shang Xuan suddenly groaned softly, his beautiful eyes slowly opening, his gaze quickly landing on Shang Xiu's
figure. Just as Shang Xiu thought she was about to attack again, Shang Xuan let out a soft moan and nestled into his arms, her cheeks flushed
. The thin fabric of her dress couldn't conceal the alluring curves of
her breasts, and her soft flesh pressed gently against his chest amidst her soft panting. This captivating expression was only seen on a woman in heat.
Suddenly, Shang Xiu's mind went blank. He realized that Wang Xuan's sorcery had not only controlled Shang Xuan's mind
but also her body. Therefore, he deduced that Xuan'er must have already offered her body to that old sorcerer, or perhaps even
to a Yellow Turban rebel outside the sorcerer's circle. Though he held her warm body in his arms, Shang Xiu's face turned ashen; he couldn't accept
the reality before him… even though… even though he had foreseen this outcome.
Every decision means some trade-offs and sacrifices, and what lay before him was the bitter fruit of those choices.
"Master..." Shang Xuan uttered a sweet, soft call, her soft, alluring body swaying
gently in Shang Xiu's arms. Her most seductive feature, her snow-white skin and jade-like breasts, pressed softly against her brother's chest,
even though he was her own brother.
Shang Xiu silently watched his once delicate and refined sister flaunt her alluring charm in his arms. He saw
the intoxicatingly sweet fragrance emanating from her cherry-red lips, but he couldn't help but think of that old scoundrel, his
wrinkled hands wantonly caressing her beautiful body, his aged and despicable face
entwined with his sister's red lips in an ugly display. A nameless fire rose within him, mixed with a strong sense of jealousy.
What was this? Besides regret, was he also jealous?
Shang Xuan's soft hand had already pulled her brother's hand inside her thin white gauze dress, letting his large hand gently
massage her high, white breasts. Her usually clear, watery blue eyes were now burning with passion as she gazed
at him. She breathed softly, "Master, don't you like playing with this little slut like this?" Her dress was completely open,
her breasts gleaming, and the silver bells jingled crisply with her movements.
Little slut! My most beautiful, most precious sister actually called herself a little slut! Shang Xiu looked at the
chain with the silver bells, a strange resentment rising within him. His large hand, now inside his sister's dress, became rough, twisting her
round, beautiful breasts into various shapes. Shang Xuan trembled at his rough actions, her voice trembling, "Oh...
Master... this little slut hurts a little..."
Shang Xiu was slightly taken aback by her words, then snapped back to reality. What was he doing? She actually vented her hatred for Wang Xuan
on the innocent Shang Xuan? He gently broke free from her and slumped to the ground. He didn't know
how long his sister's desires and demands would last. He saw that Shang Xuan had already spread her legs, wrapped them around his waist, and held his head and neck from behind with her slender hands, saying in a sweet
voice, "Master, please eat."
Eat? The warmth and fragrance filling his arms made Shang Xiu feel dizzy. He saw that his sister's increasingly full breasts were standing in
front of his face. Her beautiful breasts formed a perfect crescent moon curve, with two rosy points hanging at the top of the curve, seemingly glowing and
attracting his gaze. The fragrance and soft moaning made Shang Xiu involuntarily open his mouth and
gently bite one of his sister's cherries.
"Oh...ah...Master..." Shang Xuan's expression was a mixture of pain, pleasure, and satisfaction. Her hands tightly
clung to her brother's head, letting him ravage her proud breasts with his tongue and teeth. Her soft moans and gasps escaped intermittently.
At this moment, she seemed to no longer care who the other person was; as long as it was a man, she could offer her body to him as he pleased, letting him conquer her. She had no idea how many 　　men's semen
had been injected into her jade legs, that virgin palace she had once displayed to her brother 　　 . This little slut must be fantasizing that I am that old wicked Taoist... She is not Xuan'er, not my own sister, 　　no longer. After Shang Xiu accepted this fact, he simply let go of his inhibitions, simply considered himself Wang Xuan, and simply 　　played with her to his heart's content! 　　 The fantasy of his sister being violated by many men filled Shang Xiu's weary mind with intense excitement. His 　　hands began to explore every sensitive spot on his sister's body, 　　unleashing his twisted fantasies of years past on her beautiful body, which he had never dared to touch before. Though his eyes saw only snow-white skin, he could almost see her in the Yellow Turban Rebellion 　　, being teased and played with by different men, her body covered in greedy hands, her beautiful breasts deformed into various shapes under those rough hands, even 　　the obscene image of 　　large and small penises being thrust into her mouth and vagina : "Oh... Master... Little slut... Mmm... It feels so good... Ah... That 　　hand... It feels so good... Ah... Don't stop there... Harder... Mmm... It's coming again... 　　Ahh... Did you cum... Cum inside... Little slut... Ah... It's so hot... It's burning this little slut..." 　　…Ahhh…it’s splitting…Oh…the back…it’s going to split…Ah…I can’t take it…Oh… 　　you little slut…I’m going to die…I’m going to die…!” 　　 Shang Xuan’s delicate and petite body was pressed to the ground, her plump pink legs spread wide apart. The huge 　　thing violently thrusting into her vagina was her own brother Shang Xiu’s penis. Amidst the splashing of her vaginal fluids, 　　the sounds of “tsk tsk” could be heard, mixed with the moans that kept emanating from Shang Xuan’s mouth, echoing wave after wave of her round, beautiful 　　breasts that were heaving violently from the impact. 　　 “Scream! Scream for me!” Shang Xiu rode on top of his sister, constantly changing the position of their intercourse. His 　　amazing physical strength and power, combined with the thrusting and turning at different angles, made Shang Xuan feel as if she was being penetrated by two people at the same time.

With each thrust, her desperate moans were no longer enough to express the intense pleasure her brother was giving her, driving her mad.
Her fingers began to claw and twist frantically at his body. The contradiction between pain and pleasure robbed them
of all tenderness, replaced by fierce passion.
"Oh...ah...Master...you're fucking this little slut so beautifully...oh...I'm coming again...ahhh...!"
Shang Xuan's beautiful pink body was already dripping with fragrant juices, her skin turning a peach-red. Since birth, her
body had never reached such a peak. Her slender waist, despite repeated orgasms, did not feel sore or numb. Instead, it responded even more forcefully to the
penis that poured semen into her flower core time and time again. Her brother's penis, that thing seemed tireless, constantly
thrusting between her two little holes. Accompanying it was her brother's terrifyingly large hand,
playing with her anus with different techniques when fucking her flower hole, and making love to her semen-drenched little hole when fucking her anus.
"Oh...how...it's there again...oh...so good...ah..." The beautiful girl beneath him
cried out hotly. Compared to being in a battlefield with thousands of people, Shang Xiu had never been so engrossed. He felt that his younger sister,
Shang Xuan, in his arms was like his paradise, giving him the most amazing pleasure. The layers of flesh in her flower cave rose and fell
, the walls of her flesh opening and closing like a flower garden, tightly binding his treasure. Her vaginal fluids gathered and did not disperse.
Every time his sister climaxed, his glans was burned with unbearable pleasure.
Shang Xiu turned his sister's body over and said harshly in her reddened ear, "Little slut, there's something even
more amazing." He reached out and pulled off the silver bell chain around her neck, pried open her two pink lips, and stuffed
the silver bells one by one into her treasure cave that seemed to absorb water. He had made this chain himself. Although its size was not as big as his
huge member, it was enough to kill this little slut.
"Ah... one... ah... two... oh ah..." Shang Xuan felt that with each silver bell inserted,
her brother's penis would penetrate her anus, stimulating her from back to front, causing her flower hole to spasm, and
a stream of love fluid seeped out from it.
"It's happening again... ah... little slut... it's going to split... it's splitting open..." Shang Xuan felt
a chill emanating from her flower cave, but Shang Xiu made her lie face down on the ground, grabbing her round, pink buttocks and thrusting into her chrysanthemum cave
. This cave was just as tight as her treasure cave, only it was even tighter and more pleasurable.
He panted, "How many are inside, little slut?"
"There are... um... fourteen... ah... Master... hurry... play with the front of the little slut... it's so itchy
... ah..." Shang Xuan pleaded in a soft voice, feeling that big hand quickly part her jade gate, picking up her swollen flower
bud and clitoris, gently rubbing it. Her whole body trembled violently, she screamed, and her vaginal fluid gushed out, almost
squeezing out the string of bells.
"Don't lose it, it'll be fine in a bit." Shang Xiu chuckled, his hands reaching up to caress his sister's heaving
breasts, squeezing her beautiful nipples forcefully. Shang Xuan was already lost in ecstasy; the sensitivity of her nipples
made her slender hands tremble, almost causing her to lose her balance. Her crotch was already a mess from being played with, the sticky semen
flowing from the end of the chain, dripping all over the floor. The most interesting thing was the jingling
sound caused by the undulating flesh walls from the thrusting in her anus.
Shang Xiu watched his sister's completely submissive and frenzied state between his legs, feeling incredibly excited. His penis
thrust in and out relentlessly, causing her anus to open and close, the semen from his penis mixing with the semen in a sticky circle. He suddenly
felt a surge of release, so he thrust repeatedly into the girl's vulnerable rear entrance, ejaculating his semen inside her. As she
screamed wildly, he pulled the bottom of the chain, pulling out the entire string of bells!
??? "Ah... Master... So powerful... Ugh... Oh... Ah... Don't pull that... No...
Ah... Ahhh!" Shang Xuan's rear entrance convulsed, her vagina spasmed, feeling the round
silver bells scraping against her flesh walls, causing her to experience multiple orgasms. The juices inside her vagina gushed out along with her semen. The astonishing scene left
even Shang Xiu stunned.
"Mmm..." Shang Xuan's face flushed crimson, her body utterly exhausted, she collapsed to the ground. Shang Xiu turned her
over to face him, pressing his body against hers. Looking at his sister's exquisite face, he breathed heavily, "You
little slut... from now on, let me fuck you every day."
A strange tenderness flickered in Shang Xuan's eyes, along with a playful glint that Shang Xiu couldn't understand. She said sweetly,
"My master... my brother... what about your Wan'er?"
Shang Xiu's body trembled violently. He stared at her, stunned, "You... are you alright?"
Shang Xuan used her slender hand to dab a tiny, slightly crimson drop of liquid from her vulva, holding it to her brother's face. She whispered, "
Xuan'er's chastity has been ruined by you, brother. I can't marry anymore. What should I do?"
Shang Xiu pressed her hands firmly to the ground, saying, "You've been lying to me all along?
" Shang Xuan said, "I only woke up the moment before you penetrated me. I only remember being
kidnapped by Wang Xuan before I woke up. After waking up... humph... my brother played with my body so badly, and played with it... so
..." Her face, which had just recovered, turned red again.
Shang Xiu, however, stood up, his face pale. So, he was... committing incest?
Shang Xuan looked at him and said, "If I had known this, I wouldn't have told you."
Shang Xiu's expression shifted between light and shadow. Suddenly, he raised his head and shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice echoing far and wide. Finally, he regained
his composure and calmly said, "From today onwards, I will no longer be called Shang Xiu, and you will no longer be called Shang Xuan."
From this moment on, the sky is new, the earth is new, and so are people.
Shang Xuan, her naked body lifted up by her brother, asked in a daze, "What should we call ourselves?"
Shang Xiu smiled and said, "Let's call ourselves Wu Guangde and Wu Haoti."
Shang Xuan asked, puzzled, "What does that mean?"
Shang Xiu shrugged and said, "I don't know either."
Shang Xuan chuckled and said, "If you don't know anything, how about we just call ourselves 'Don't Know'?"
Shang Xiu said, "Anything is fine. The most important thing now is to find Wan'er."
A sigh escaped his lips. The world is so vast, where could he possibly find them?
As for how they would find them, that's a story for another time.
[The End
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