[Springtime Scenery] [Part Seven]

Volume 2, Chapter 4: Lewdness in Emei (Part 6)
Inside the west wing of Emei, the Emei nun, the hostess, was carried to the bed by a young guest. On the bed, while kissing the middle-aged nun, I said to the young nun, "Little sister, wait a moment, let your master have some fun first."
The young nun, quite respectful of her teacher, responded with an "oh," and said to us, "Then hurry up." She
gave me a reproachful look and said, "I am a junior nun, not a little sister."
I thought to myself, "This young nun is quite interesting."
I hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, yes, I am a junior master."
The middle-aged nun let out a restless moan after my passionate kiss, but she felt she shouldn't be so lewd in front of her disciple and should maintain her dignity as a master, so she suppressed it, letting out a muffled cry. The seasoned young man, fully aware of the middle-aged nun's changing mood, breathed hot air into her delicate ear and chuckled, "In bed, there are only sisters, no master and disciple. Call out when you're in pleasure."
He then reached down with his right hand and grabbed a handful of her already overflowing vulva. Hearing "only sisters, no master and disciple," the beautiful middle-aged nun knew the man truly wanted both of them to serve her, and that the matter was settled and could not be changed. She never imagined that she, one of the Seven Sages of Emei, would one day be reduced to being forced into bed by a man and serving him alongside her disciple. Feeling ashamed, her face flushed crimson. The man, increasingly pleased with her appearance, removed her nun's cap and kissed her delicate face, saying, "You are truly beautiful."
The nun, having lived for decades, knew the man's words were sincere and felt a surge of joy. She replied shyly, "Thank you."
The young man chuckled, "No need. As my wife, how could I be so lacking?" " Where are you going
?" the middle-aged nun asked blankly. "What wife?"
the young man replied. "I want to marry you."
The middle-aged nun was startled. "What? But I'm a nun!"
the young man said, unconcerned. "So what if I'm a nun? You can leave the nunnery and be my little wife."
The middle-aged nun retorted, "I'm not young at all!"
Like master, like disciple. The young man said, "Yes, yes, you're not young, you're quite big."
As he spoke, he kneaded her full breasts with both hands. After touching them, the young man brought his mouth to her breasts and savored them. The man's caresses had ignited the desire hidden within the middle-aged nun, who hadn't experienced lovemaking for many years. The middle-aged nun moaned louder and louder, unconsciously pulling the young man's head closer to her chest, making it easier for him to savor her breasts.
Deeply in love, the two kissed passionately, the young man saying, "Good sister, give it to me."
The middle-aged nun was burning with desire, but remembering she was a member of the Buddhist order, how could she have an affair with a boy more than ten years her junior? If word got out, how could she face anyone? The middle-aged nun said, "But..."
Seeing her hesitation, the young man sensed something was amiss and reassured her, "Don't worry, I've set up a protective aura around us. Our lovemaking won't be heard."
One of the biggest reasons the middle-aged nun was so reserved was her fear of being discovered. After all, this was Emei Sect; if discovered, she would be violating their rules. Her constitution was unusual, and her desire for men was extremely strong (the author secretly tells readers that her husband died because of this). In her lonely and bored years, she had considered going down the mountain to find men to relieve her pent-up desire, but for various reasons, she hadn't done so. This time, aroused by the man's teasing, her passion surged. When he relieved her greatest worry, her mind relaxed, and her desire overwhelmed her. She wasn't a promiscuous person; how could she possibly utter such words of love, especially since she was a nun?
The man, thinking the middle-aged nun didn't like him, felt his passion vanish. His hands, which had been caressing her, abruptly withdrew, and he said dejectedly, "So you don't like me."
Hearing his disheartened and sorrowful words, the middle-aged nun felt a pang of heartache for some reason and hurriedly said, "No, no!"
She didn't know when, but the young man had already taken a place in her heart.
Upon hearing this, the young man's heart leaped with joy, his eyes rekindling hope. He pulled the beautiful nun tightly into his arms and said, "Really?"
Seeing the young man's predatory gaze, the middle-aged nun scolded, "You're such a fool! Can't you see my feelings for you?"
The change was so drastic, it could be described as a complete upheaval. The young man was filled with doubt, as if he were dreaming. The realm of the mind is inherently mysterious, and its changes are beyond human control. Initially, the young man felt only lust for the beautiful middle-aged nun, but this lust eventually transformed into love. Even I am unaware of these changes. That's why the young man experienced such profound emotional connection.
The young man laughed, "Of course I saw it, I'm happy."
The middle-aged nun nodded, "I'm happy too."
Just then, the previously silent young nun suddenly spoke, "What are you doing? Why don't you start making love?"
The two exchanged smiles, and the young man said, "Now let's follow our young master's advice and quickly do that wonderful thing."
Before the middle-aged nun could react, he passionately kissed her in front of her disciple. He knew this enlightened nun, who had been a Buddhist nun for decades, would not refuse him.
Sure enough, the middle-aged nun not only did not refuse him, but also gave him even more freedom, responding passionately, her jade-like hand reaching out to manipulate the young man's unicorn-like penis. The nun's robes, a symbol of her Buddhist identity, were finally removed by the man, leaving her completely naked before the young man and his beloved disciple. The middle-aged nun's breathing quickened, her heart pounded, and her breasts heaved. The young man's burning gaze and her disciple's bewildered expression filled her with shame, reminding her of her Buddhist identity. For some reason, amidst this shame, she also felt a surge of excitement. Was she truly lewd?
Although the middle-aged nun was nearing forty, her figure remained perfectly proportioned, with full breasts and a curvaceous figure. Her skin was smooth and taut, radiating a mature allure that stirred the heart, like the mellow taste of fine wine. Upon seeing this, the young man, after a moment of exclamation, pounced like a hungry tiger, his mouth agape as he passionately kissed the beautiful nun's body. The middle-aged nun let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly before she swayed gently in response to the young man's love. Since she had already fallen, let the fall be even more intense! The sounds of moaning echoed in the small house, lust rising infinitely with the passage of time.
The middle-aged nun cried out, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming!"
She had been hiding it for too long, and reached climax with just the man's teasing. The man laughed, "I haven't even done it properly yet, how come you're here so quickly?"
The nun blushed and scolded, "That's because you're too good."
The young man said proudly, "I'm even better."
After saying that, he sat between the middle-aged nun's legs, and the battle-ready dragon king thrust in.
The young man, who was attacking, looked surprised for some reason. The middle-aged nun asked in alarm, "What's wrong with you?"
Volume 2, Chapter 4, The Debauchery of Emei (VII)
After a moment of surprise, the man laughed loudly and said, "You're such a good treasure."
As the man, the One-Horned Dragon King, thrust into her, the middle-aged nun's Peach Blossom Cave automatically emitted a suction force, the tender flesh around the jade cave writhing like snakes, tightly gripping and sucking at the One-Horned Dragon King. That pleasurable feeling was intoxicating, penetrating to the very marrow. Seeing the boy's neurotic change, the middle-aged nun asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"
The boy, the One-Horned Dragon King, continued thrusting, riding the beautiful nun's body, laughing, "My darling, do you know that your wonderful hole is actually the legendary 'Demon Flower's Yin Stamen'?"
I read this in a book from the Heavenly Demon Sect. Those who possess this hole are born in a Yin year, Yin month, Yin day, and Yin hour, naturally possessing abundant primordial Yin. Their wonderful hole is like silk, extremely soft and tender, indescribably wonderful, and can automatically suck at a man's One-Horned Dragon King. Those with slightly weaker willpower will be completely overwhelmed by its suction. Women possessing the 'Demon Flower's Yin Stamen' have extremely strong sexual desires; three or five ordinary men simply cannot satisfy them. Such women are one in a million, truly the pinnacle of women.
The beautiful nun knew nothing of the 'Demon Flower's Vulture,' but seeing the man's excitement as if he had found a treasure, she was overjoyed and said shyly, "As long as you like it, that's all that matters."
As she spoke, her excitement caused her Peach Blossom Cave to automatically activate, tightly sucking into the man's One-Horned Dragon King. The man laughed triumphantly, "I'm not just happy, I'm absolutely thrilled!"
He then spread the nun's legs, and his enormous Dragon King Spear thrust in again and again, reaching the very bottom of the middle-aged nun's Peach Blossom Cave.
The One-Horned Dragon King's thick and powerful erection gave the middle-aged woman, who had fallen from the Buddhist order back into the secular world, an unprecedented fullness. Its force was incredibly strong, each thrust sending shivers down her spine—perhaps this was what was meant by 'bone-deep ecstasy.' The middle-aged nun's mind went blank; only the rising and falling moans from her throat expressed her unparalleled pleasure. The dignified and elegant nun from Emei completely collapsed at this moment, slumped onto the large bed, allowing a boy more than ten years her junior to play with her at will, emitting moans that made one blush and their heart race.
The young nun, who had been sitting quietly to one side, watched in disbelief as her usually composed and dignified master performed actions beneath the boy that she would never even consider, uttering moans that made her heart flutter and her face race. Oh, so it was that thing causing the trouble. After observing for a long time, the young nun finally realized that the culprit that had made her master like this was the man's penis. The young nun secretly blamed herself; it was all her fault for sucking it, otherwise perhaps his penis wouldn't have been so powerful, causing her master so much pain.
Seeing her master's face growing increasingly contorted in pain, the young nun finally erupted in self-reproach, rushing forward to pound the man's shoulders, shouting, "You bastard, let go of my master!"
Her blows were like tickling the man, but seeing the young nun's respect for her master, the man felt a surge of emotion and satisfaction for the woman beneath him, saying, "Stop hitting her, stop hitting her! Can't you see how happy your master is?"
The young nun stubbornly insisted, "I don't believe you! Your master's face is in so much pain!"
The man chuckled, "If you don't believe me, ask your master!"
The young nun looked at her master, whose body was writhing beneath the man, with suspicion, and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
Hearing her beloved disciple's concerned question, the middle-aged nun snapped out of her throbbing ecstasy, her hazy eyes radiating an excited and alluring light. Although she felt a surge of pleasure, she couldn't very well tell her disciple that she had enjoyed being with the young man so much, and a troubled expression appeared on her face. The man said solemnly, "Baby, tell your apprentice how comfortable you are being fucked by me right now." As he spoke, the man's unicorn dragon king did not stop attacking, still moving in and out of the middle-aged nun's body with unparalleled speed. With a cry of "Ah!", another climax arrived. The middle-aged nun was completely filled with the ultimate pleasure, her beautiful face wanton and alluring. She glanced at her beloved disciple and honestly said, "Miaofa, you don't need to worry about your master. I'm very happy."
The young nun said "Oh," and was relieved. Just as she was about to go wait, the man grabbed her and said, "Wait."
The young nun asked in confusion, "What are you going to do?"
The man said, "Since you don't trust me, I'm going to punish you."
For some reason, a strange excitement flashed through the young nun's heart, and she asked in a strange tone, "What are you going to punish me for?"
The man's eyes darted around, and a plan came to him. He said, "I'm going to punish you by making you serve me like your master."
Hearing the man's words, the young nun readily agreed.
Afterwards, when the young nun understood the difference between men and women and the pleasures of lovemaking, she asked herself, "Did I really crave a man's touch?"
At the man's command, the young nun obediently took off her little monk's robe, exposing herself completely naked before the man, just like her master. Although the young nun's body lacked her master's fullness and maturity, it possessed the advantage of youth. Her delicate, jade-like body was as white as snow, her skin smooth and tender. The master and disciple were like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with their own strengths. The man, seeing this, was greatly aroused. He pulled the young nun over and made her sit on top of her master, simultaneously having sex with her and playing with her. The two exceptionally beautiful nuns, one large and one small, finally served him naked, as he desired.
The small hut where Long Xiaotian lived was originally protected by his "Dragon Yang Divine Power" shield, completely isolated from the world. No one or anything outside could intrude, and everything that happened inside would never be heard from the outside. However, a strange thing still happened. During their passionate lovemaking, a peaceful Buddhist aura and the eerie black aura within Long Xiaotian's body, which even he couldn't detect, pierced through his protective aura shield and shot straight to the heavens. The two energies, one righteous and one evil, completely different, intertwined, creating a series of battles, and finally, for some unknown reason, miraculously combined.
The man in the hut was like a steely warrior, tireless and relentless. The middle-aged nun had lost count of how many times she had succumbed to his relentless assault. Even her equally powerful 'Demon Flower's Vulva' couldn't withstand the man's divine spear, honed through countless trials by the Dragon Yang Divine Skill. Now, the man's attacks brought her not pleasure, but pain. The middle-aged nun cried, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, I'll die if this continues!"
The man feigned concern, saying, "Then what should we do?"
Looking at her female disciple, whose passions were stirred by the man's teasing, the middle-aged nun said, "Find a better way."
The man replied, "Alright."
Now the middle-aged nun couldn't say anything to him; he had only been indulging her disciple because he listened to her. The man said to the little nun who had already gone limp in his arms, "Little nun, your master needs your help."
The little nun asked in confusion, "What is it?"
The man said, "You'll find out soon enough. Just agree."
After saying that, he put the little nun on the bed and laid her down next to her master. Looking at the little nun's soft and tender body, the man was excited. He pulled the unicorn dragon king away from his master and brought it to the little nun's jade cave.
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A shrill scream came from the quiet room. The scream was like the cry of a cuckoo, making people weep. The little nun's body swayed wildly, her face was pale, and she kept saying, "It hurts so much!"
My unicorn dragon king had only entered half of her body. The little nun said urgently, "No, it hurts too much. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. Pull it out, pull it out!"
The delicate nun felt as if her body was about to split apart as the man's thick thing entered her body. The crimson blood from the jade cave splattered on the bedsheets, like a blooming peach blossom.
Seeing the young nun's pained expression, I had no choice but to halt my attack and said to the middle-aged nun lying beside her, "Your disciple is in so much pain, why aren't you helping her?"
My master, who was immersed in blissful pleasure, was startled awake by these words and asked with concern, "What's wrong with Miaofa?"
The young nun cried out in pain, "Master, it hurts so much! That scoundrel tricked me! Master, I'm in so much pain! I don't want to do that kind of lovemaking anymore!"
The middle-aged nun caressed her beloved disciple, saying, "Miaofa, don't be afraid. Your master is here. Don't be afraid. It will be alright in a moment." She then
lovingly stroked her disciple. After their recent lovemaking, the middle-aged nun seemed reborn, completely transformed inside and out. Otherwise, she would never have invited a man to have sex with her disciple while she herself helped.
Perhaps it was the beautiful nun's caresses that had an effect, or perhaps it was because time had passed, but the young nun gradually adapted to my size. The pain on her face lessened, and seeing this, I gently thrust. The young nun's soft moans were exhilarating, but I was afraid of hurting her, so I dared not use too much force, which made me very uncomfortable. The beautiful nun, perhaps lost in a daze, couldn't help but press herself against her female disciple, kissing the young nun instead of the man. Her warm, jade-like white hands caressed her beloved disciple's smooth body. The
beautiful nun lay on her disciple's delicate body, their lips entwined, skin touching—a scene of such lewdness that it made the young man's blood boil, his unicorn engorged even more fiercely. The room was filled with the sounds of passionate lovemaking…
After their lovemaking, the middle-aged nun couldn't sleep. The initial discomfort of being forced to lie on his chest had gradually disappeared, replaced by a feeling of warmth and security. Looking at the man resting with his eyes closed, she knew he had raped her, yet she felt no hatred towards him, only a complex and inexplicable emotion. He was heroic, domineering, and strong, giving her unprecedented sensations. He had just brought her to the brink of ecstasy, an unparalleled pleasure. Only with him had she truly understood the meaning of marital bliss.
Looking back at her young apprentice, who was also lying on top of the man, her beloved disciple's face was pale. It was understandable; she was only fifteen, and this man, and his... well, his... things were so... When she was first penetrated by him, she cried out in pain, saying she didn't want to enjoy any pleasure anymore, and even demanded that her master kiss her already developed breasts. At first, she refused, but under the man's domineering influence, she was forced to suckle her disciple's body, and in the end, she even kissed her lips... Thinking of this, the middle-aged beauty felt a surge of shyness, her delicate face flushing red.
The man suddenly woke up, looked at the middle-aged nun who seemed to be thinking about something, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
The middle-aged nun felt the man's hand, as if it had never tired of touching her plump buttocks again. That tingling sensation returned, and the middle-aged nun's heart trembled with desire. She murmured, turned her body slightly, and said, "Nothing."
The man's heart stirred as he slid over the beautiful nun's smooth body. He laughed and said, "Don't you dare tease me, or you'll regret it."
Hearing the man's words, the middle-aged nun turned her face away in shame. The man, however, did not let her go. He forced her face back and said very seriously, "Tell me, were you happy when you were with me just now?"
She was very happy with him, but how could she answer? After all, she was a nun who had abstained from lust. Could she admit that she was happy with a boy ten years younger than her...? But the man spoke with great seriousness, and the beautiful nun really did not know how to respond.
The man, assuming the middle-aged nun's silence stemmed from unhappiness, said with a somber expression, "Since you're so unhappy with me, I shouldn't have forced you."
Unbeknownst to her, the young man had already captured her heart. Hearing his sorrowful words, the nun felt a pang of sadness herself and quickly replied, "No, I'm very happy with you."
The man, still unconvinced, asked again, "Really?"
The nun said, "Yes, and with a happiness I've never felt before."
As she spoke, her face radiated happiness. At that moment, she was no longer a nun.
The man asked happily, "Since you're so happy, will you still want to be with me?"
The nun hesitated at first, but finally resolutely replied, "Yes, I will be with you from now on, every day, doing those loving things."
In that instant, she had made up her mind. She knew that from the moment she met the young man, there was no turning back.
The man mocked, "Do you still look like a nun now? All you think about is that kind of thing all day long, you 're more wanton than many harlots in the world."
Hearing the young man's words, the middle-aged nun, who had already gone all out, showed no embarrassment whatsoever, but instead became even more wanton,
saying, "Yes, I am a harlot. A harlot who needs a man to comfort her all day long." She then gave him a flirtatious wink.
Seeing the beautiful woman's allure and hearing her lewd words, the man's lust intensified. His fighting spirit was uncontrollable. Cheng Shufen felt the man's heat pressing tightly against her jade thighs. She had suffered from that thing before, and now, feeling its strength again, she felt fear and pleaded, "I can't take it anymore? Let's do it again tomorrow, what will you do with me tomorrow?"
Hearing the dignified Emei nun utter such shameless and wanton words, the young man felt a surge of pride, but he didn't want to let her go so quickly. The man said domineeringly, "No, you're the one who provoked her. You're responsible for eliminating her."
The Emei nun said with difficulty, "But I..."
The man laughed, "You're not good down there, but you're good up there! If you don't hurry up and practice, your disciple's skills will surpass yours."
Hearing this, the middle-aged beautiful nun gritted her teeth and said, "Fine."
As a woman, she was equally competitive. After speaking, the middle-aged nun obediently knelt down between the man's legs and took the unicorn dragon king into her body.
The young nun on the side finally woke up from her exhaustion and saw her usually dignified and elegant master kneeling between the man's legs, sucking on the thing that had given her such pleasure and joy. She thought: 'Hasn't the pleasure of lovemaking already ended?' She asked, "Master, what are you doing?"
The man laughed, "Your master is doing what he hasn't finished. You'll have to do it too later."
The little nun asked, "Why?"
The young man laughed, "Didn't I teach you what the pleasures of love are? Don't you think you should pay me something?"
He then pulled the little nun over and made her kneel between his legs like her master.
The two beautiful nuns, one big and one small, were thus forced by the man to suck his unicorn. However, in the end, a dramatic change occurred. The two nuns actually enjoyed the action, making the man scream with pleasure. What nuns, what holy nuns, stripped naked, they are still my women, Long Xiaotian's women.
The excitement continues, and the passion will continue. I don't know how my writing turned into this, I'm a little ashamed, but if you like it, I will continue writing in this style. If you see this, please support Tianyishengshui's writing on ***.
Volume Two, Chapter 4: Lustful Debauchery at Mount Emei (Part Nine) The
'Imperial Appointment Ceremony' of Emei Liaoyin was scheduled for September 30th. Having arrived at Mount Emei well in advance, with more than ten days to go, I was quite bored. Fortunately, Mount Emei boasts elegant scenery and picturesque landscapes, making it a wonderful place to explore. For my own wicked and unspeakable purposes, I frequently used the excuse of being unfamiliar with Mount Emei to borrow wisdom or magical techniques from the Emei sect. Whether it was for exploring Mount Emei or for something else, only we know.
From then on, in a secluded corner of Mount Emei, a famous Buddhist mountain, a scene often unfolded: a beautiful nun, completely naked, was pinned down by a young man against a tree or a cliff face, lying like a dog, while the young man did something violent to her from behind. The nun was nothing like a Buddhist nun; she was wanton and seductive, extremely accommodating, her moans surpassing even those of prostitutes who had received vocal training.
It was another boring day. Today, I was bored because Master Zhi and his disciples were both busy and couldn't keep me company. I had almost seen all the famous sights of Mount Emei over the past few days. Since I became involved with Master Zhi and his disciples, I've noticed a very subtle change in myself; my heart is more easily agitated, and my desire for women has become stronger. This is something I can only discover thanks to my perfected spiritual cultivation, reaching a state of flawless perfection. I don't understand why this is happening. According to the Dao, after comprehending the supreme Yin-Yang power in the 'Dragon Demon Cave,' I was able to balance the primordial Yang excess caused by cultivating the extremely Yang 'Dragon Yang Divine Skill.' However, for some reason, recently my desire for women has become increasingly stronger.
Bored people see nothing but boredom, and I walked alone on the path, feeling sullen. Suddenly, I heard the hissing sound of sword energy ahead, which piqued my interest. I followed the sound and saw a nun practicing swordsmanship in a small, open valley on my right. The nun had a flawless, oval face, exquisite features, and a slender, voluptuous figure. Although she was a nun, her face was sharp and ruthless, devoid of any serenity, as if everyone owed her something. In her hand, the three-foot-long sword swirled with sword energy, like a dragon soaring through the sky, truly a magnificent sight.
The nun seemed to have noticed me secretly watching her practice swordsmanship. Her expression changed, and a sharp cry of "Who's there?" rang out. Then, a bright white light flashed in the sky, and a steel sword flew straight towards me. In the nick of time, I quickly dodged to the side, a strand of my long hair severed by the sword's energy and falling to the ground. The sword plunged into an ancient pine tree ten feet away, a tree so large it would take three people to encircle it.
I was secretly furious that a Buddhist nun could be so ruthless with her sword. The nun, who thought her sword strike would be a sure thing, was easily dodged by me. She exclaimed in surprise, staring intently at me, and asked, "Who are you?"
Ignoring her sharp gaze, I smiled and asked, "And who are you?"
The nun snapped, "How dare you!"
I said, "You almost hurt me just now. If I hadn't dodged quickly, I might have been injured by your 'Flying Dragon in the Sky' move. And you spoke to me so rudely, why should I tell you?"
The nun didn't seem to care about my last words. Seeing that I recognized her signature move, surprise appeared on her face. She said, "You actually know 'Flying Dragon in the Sky'?"
Flying Dragon in the Sky was a long-lost sword technique of the Emei Sect, a move even the current Emei Sect leader might not know. I feigned mystery, saying, "I am the most well-known person in the world; there's almost nothing I don't know."
In an instant, the nun's expression returned to normal, and she said, "Oh, is that so?"
As she spoke, she secretly gathered strength in her hand.
I seemed to know what she was planning, and said, "I don't care why you're plotting to kill me, but I advise you not to have such a foolish thought, because you can't kill me anyway."
The nun was startled by my words, thinking, "Who is this young man? He knows what I'm going to do the moment I have a thought."
She glanced at me again, feeling my eyes were incredibly bright, almost tangible. She felt completely exposed before me, with no secrets whatsoever.
Seeing this, the clever nun slowly dispersed her concentrated power and said, "Who are you?"
Her tone was much more polite now. I said, "That's more like it. If you're polite, I'll tell you."
The nun said somewhat angrily, "You talk too much."
I retorted sharply, "You're so impatient."
Hearing this, the nun hurriedly said, "You…"
She seemed about to attack again, but lacking confidence, she dared not act rashly.
I said, "Am I wrong? A monk should be calm, peaceful, and serene. You get angry so easily. How can you possibly reach the highest level of swordsmanship with such a mindset?"
The nun angrily retorted, "How dare you say my swordsmanship is bad!"
It seemed she was very confident in her swordsmanship. I also wanted to deflate her arrogance and sharpness, so I said in an extremely sarcastic tone, "Your swordsmanship is just poorly practiced." Upon hearing my words, the nun's body trembled, and her face instantly turned pale. She said, "What did you say?"
I said, "I'm telling the truth. The Emei Sect was once ranked alongside Wudang and Kunlun as one of the three great sword sects in the martial arts world. The 'Flying Dragon Sword Technique' is one of your sect's supreme techniques. Unfortunately, you harbor resentment, and a Mahayana Buddhist sword technique in your hands is utterly useless in its power to subdue evil spirits. If you attack me with the Flying Dragon Sword Technique, I'm confident I can take your sword within three moves."
The nun's face turned ashen with anger. She said, "Arrogant." With that, she waved her hand, and the steel sword on the tree flew into her hand automatically. With the sword in hand, the nun's aura was overwhelming; she was as powerful as the sword, and the sword was as powerful as her. As if I didn't know what was going on, I casually assumed a stance for her to attack. Seeing my arrogant demeanor, the nun's eyes seemed to spit fire. She instantly merged with her sword, and with a whoosh, her longsword shot towards me like lightning. The air rippled, and the indestructible sword energy hissed and crackled. Facing the nun's sharp aura, I showed no fear. I formed a wondrous hand seal in front of my chest, unleashing a vast and powerful surge of true energy. The nun's sword energy vanished upon contact with my energy barrier. With a wave of my hand, the nun and her sword were forced back several steps. I
beckoned her to attack again, and the nun cried out, "Dragon Soars Over the Earth!"
With a single strike, her sword multiplied into ten thousand swords, a dazzling white light surging towards me like a whirlwind, attempting to trap me within. I chuckled, "Good sword."
Though I said that, I didn't take her attack seriously at all, and with a whoosh, I plunged into the layers of her swordplay. In the white expanse of sword light, a golden gleam suddenly appeared. After the yellow light faded, withered leaves fell to the ground, and everything returned to calm.
A trace of red blood trickled from the nun's lips. My clothes were intact, and a sword appeared in my hand. I said, "I told you so, didn't I? I disarmed you in just two moves, less than three."
The nun looked at me with disbelief, saying incredulously, "No, that's impossible."
I said, "In the martial arts world, there are always people stronger than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. Nothing is impossible. Your crushing defeat wasn't due to the inferiority of the Flying Dragon Sword Technique, but because you've gone astray in your sword practice. If you wish to return to the righteous path, I can teach you the Great Obedient Sword Way."
The nun was now completely convinced of my abilities. Hearing my words, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed joyfully, "Really?"
I nodded and said, "But?"
The nun asked urgently, "But what?"
As she finished speaking, she noticed my eyes were unusually glaring at her chest, and her heart skipped a beat.
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The handsome young man reluctantly withdrew his blatantly aggressive gaze from the nun and solemnly said, “The Mahayana Sword Technique is the supreme realm of swordsmanship, and it cannot be easily taught to others. If you want to learn swordsmanship from me, you must agree to two conditions.”
The nun asked, “What conditions?”
The handsome young man said, “First, you must not kill innocent people indiscriminately when learning my swordsmanship. Second…”
Before the man could finish speaking, his lustful eyes were fixed on the nun again, as if he wanted to devour her.
The nun felt the young man's domineering gaze, and her heart, which had always been devoted to the sword, trembled. A blush crept onto her beautiful face, and she stammered, "What is the second condition?"
The young man said, "My sword family's methods are never easily taught. If you want to learn the sacred sword techniques, you must exchange them for your most valuable possession."
Hearing the man's words, the nun said with difficulty, "But I am a nun, I have renounced all worldly desires, I am like a gentle breeze and floating clouds, I don't have anything valuable."
The young man chuckled, "Actually, you have many valuable things on you, it just depends on whether you are willing."
The nun seemed to hear the wicked laughter of a wolf, and her whole body trembled as she said, "What valuable things?"
The young man moved closer and closer until he was only a hair's breadth away from the nun, and said, "For example, your..."
Smelling the fragrant scent emanating from the nun, the young man's lust intensified. The nun asked, puzzled, "What about me?"
The fragrance emanating from her grew stronger, and my passion surged, burning me alive. I swept her into a tight embrace, saying, "Fool, it's your body!"
My hands, domineering, wantonly kneaded her jade-like body, untouched by anyone for decades. The beautiful nun felt both ashamed and helpless. She was a Buddhist nun; how could she allow a man to so wantonly defile her body? Thinking this, she forcefully pushed the man away, angrily shouting, "What are you doing?"
She was a Buddhist nun; her actions were utterly disrespectful to Buddha.
A dark glint flashed in the man's eyes. He paid no heed to the nun's righteous accusation, instead saying smugly, "I'm collecting my payment for teaching swordsmanship!"
The nun retorted, "Insolence!"
The man suddenly said coldly, "You don't want to learn my Mahayana swordsmanship?"
His meaning was clear: if the beautiful nun wanted to learn swordsmanship from him, she had to offer her body.
The man looked at the hesitant nun and said, "Consider this. Learning my swordsmanship won't make you invincible, but I can guarantee you'll be among the top five swordsmen in the world. Then you can settle your scores and do whatever you want."
The nun was tempted by the man's alluring words. She thought, "Judging by his martial arts skills, what he says shouldn't be false. If I really learn his swordsmanship, then I can… But I'm a nun; how can I be naked in front of a man?"
Her heart was torn between refusing and accepting. Suddenly, a dignified and elegant face appeared in her chaotic mind. Thinking of that face, the obsessive nun was filled with rage: "If I can learn his swordsmanship, I can defeat him. Isn't all this yearning and suffering for him the result of defeating him?"
Thinking this, the nun said, "Alright, I'll learn swordsmanship from you."
At this juncture, the handsome young man seemed to have a change of heart and even asked, "Are you really sure? You won't regret it?"
The nun replied with absolute certainty, "I won't regret it."
Although the nun said that, when the man eagerly tried to pull her into his arms, the beautiful nun dodged away, glanced at him, and said shyly, "I've been practicing swordsmanship all morning, and I'm covered in sweat. Let me go take a bath."
The man said, "I'll go with you."
The words "a bath for lovers" immediately flashed through the nun's mind, and she was shocked. "How can that be?"
Although she had agreed, the thought of being naked in front of a man was too terrifying for her, who had always adhered to Buddhist precepts.
The man laughed, "What does it matter? We're going to..."
Such blatant words made the beautiful nun blush crimson. She said in a coquettish voice, "Come with me."
She then led the man to the edge of a small lake. The lake was small, its clear, jade-green water revealing the small rocks at the bottom. A gentle breeze rippled the surface.
As the nun was undressing, the man stopped her. When she asked why, he said he was going to undress her. The nun was shocked. She couldn't believe that a boy much younger than her would have such absurd and lewd thoughts, far beyond her comprehension. She could understand why the boy had taken a liking to her before. Although she was no longer young, she didn't appear aged; her skin remained smooth and supple, even surpassing the young nuns of the Emei Sect. Her breasts were firm, her buttocks lifted, her figure exceptionally well-maintained, and her features exquisite…
The nun said, “No need, I can undress myself.”
The young man chuckled, “What’s the big deal? We’re not strangers anyway.”
After some arguing, the nun couldn’t resist the young man and had to agree, letting him do as he pleased. Hearing the beautiful, aloof nun actually answer him, the young man was incredibly excited, his face flushing with emotion. The young man was excited, and so was the nun. She never imagined that she, the dignified Ice and Snow Nun of the Emei Sect, would one day be defiled, especially by a young man who could be her disciple.
The young man’s trembling hands untied the nun’s robe sash, his heart filled with excitement, yet his face remained solemn, like that of a devout believer. After untying the sash in front of the beautiful nun, the young man went behind her, pressed down on her back, and removed her black robe. The nun, now only wearing a white undergarment, radiated a holy aura. Seeing this, the young man's lust was aroused. He began to grope the holy nun at will. When her clothes were completely removed, the usually aloof nun was now blushing and panting. Due to nervousness, her heart pounded wildly, and her two full breasts rose and fell, the two tender red nipples awakening from their slumber and standing erect.
The young man, his eyes gleaming with lust, stared at the two red grapes. Suddenly, he thrust forward, cupping her breasts and devouring them greedily. Countless teeth marks and saliva were left on her tender breasts. The tingling sensation on her chest startled the beautiful nun, who was in a state of tension. She pushed the young man away and asked, "What are you doing?"
The young man was somewhat embarrassed, like a child who had done something wrong, and said, "I..."
It was rare for him to admit his mistake. Thinking of this, the beautiful nun gave the young man a flirtatious wink and said, "Don't be in such a hurry. If you want to eat, I'll let you eat your fill in a little while."
The young man really thought he had misheard and asked uncertainly, "Really?"
The beautiful nun nodded, and then, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, a white shadow flashed through the air, and with a splash, a naked, beautiful nun appeared in the water.
Seeing this, the young man quickly stripped off his clothes and jumped into the lake...
Volume 2, Chapter 4: The Lewdness of Emei (XI)
In the clear, cool lake water, the stunningly beautiful nun was completely naked, her delicate, snow-white body fully revealed against the green mountains and waters. Her breasts were crystal clear like jade, full and erect, her areolas bright red like peach blossoms, her skin smooth as silk, radiating a dazzling light in the morning sun. Her back was slender and long, her buttocks round and full, her curves graceful and exquisite, with small water droplets floating on her jade-like body... She was so beautiful. The handsome young man was captivated, even the cold lake water could not extinguish the burning desire in his heart, he quietly approached the stunningly beautiful nun.
The beautiful nun, who was bathing, suddenly noticed the movement behind her, and hurriedly turned around, only to see the young man blushing and panting, his big eyes staring straight at her breasts. The cool lake water had washed away the emotions the boy had stirred within her. Seeing him like this, she asked, startled, "What do you want to do?"
She quickly covered her breasts with her hands. The boy smiled and said, "I see you're enjoying yourself so much. Sharing is caring, let's bathe together."
The nun's heart skipped a beat, and she said, "How can I?"
The Bodhisattva reminded the beautiful nun again that she was a nun, and how could a nun bathe in the lake with a man?
The man chuckled and said, "What does it matter? Two people bathing together gets cleaner."
He then picked up a towel from somewhere, moistened it with water, and began to wash the nun's back. The nun took a few steps back and said, "No need, I can do it myself."
The man laughed, "Don't be so polite. I'll wash you later too; it's an equal exchange."
The nun thought to herself, "Who's being polite? If it weren't for wanting to learn swordsmanship from you to avenge my decades-long grudge, I would have killed you long ago."
Faced with the condition of learning swordsmanship from the man, the beautiful nun had no choice but to compromise and let the man bathe her.
In the beautiful, clear lake, a nun, as proud as snow and as beautiful as a flower, stood naked before a handsome young man, who was bathing her. The young man's washing technique was extremely meticulous, wiping every inch of the nun's body, even sensitive areas like her vulva and armpits. The beautiful nun initially resisted somewhat, but gradually yielded to the young man, placing her hands on his shoulders and letting him wash her, sometimes even cooperating perfectly with his washing efforts. After
a long time, the nun asked, "Are you done yet?"
The young man had already washed her entire body with a towel at least ten times, wiping every inch. Still busy between her legs, the young man said, "Not yet, one last time."
The nun exclaimed, "One more time?!"
She almost fainted. The young man said with utmost solemnity, "This is the last time."
He then put the towel in his mouth and brought it close to the beautiful nun's body. The nun, puzzled by his actions, asked, "What are you doing?"
The boy boasted, "This is my self-created 'mouth-style bathing method.'"
The nun, realizing he intended to wash her with his mouth, thought, "How can someone so young have so many tricks up her sleeve?"
While she was lost in thought, the boy began his bathing. He took the towel in his mouth and began wiping her face, leaving no spot untouched, until finally, their lips met... The cool water mingled with a hint of warmth. The boy's method left the nun feeling weak all over. This time, the boy was even more meticulous and responsible, washing every inch of her body with his mouth. Finally, waves of tingling pleasure coursed through her body, and she became unsteady, collapsing into the boy's arms. Just as
the nun was lost in the moment, the boy suddenly released her, saying, "Now that you're done, it's your turn to wash me."
The beautiful nun was annoyed by the boy's lack of romantic understanding, and also annoyed with herself. She had practiced Buddhism for so many years; what had become of her? After a few teasing moves from the young man, she felt weak all over. Hearing his words, the nun had no choice but to take the towel from his hand, wet it, and wash his body.
The nun had probably never served anyone before; at first, her movements were incredibly mechanical. But after a while, under the man's gentle guidance, she had mastered his skills, her slender, jade-like hands gently wiping the young man's body with the towel. Bathing with a beautiful woman was an incredibly pleasurable experience, almost making the man cry out. However, one thing greatly annoyed the young man: no matter what he said, the nun wouldn't wash his genitals. To achieve his desire, the young man became lazy again. He snorted and said, "It's not fair, it's not fair."
The beautiful nun asked, puzzled, "What's unfair about it?"
The boy said, "I've washed your little sister for you, but you won't wash my little brother."
The nun knew what the man meant by "little brother" and "little sister." Just now, the boy had been lying between her legs, using that... well, you know... She was a nun, a Buddhist nun, and she had just let a boy wash her body. Thinking of this, the nun felt ashamed, her face flushed. Now, the man wanted her, a Buddhist nun, to wash that part of him. She really didn't know what to do.
The boy looked at her for a while and understood why the nun refused to wash his little brother. He said, "Have you not heard 'Form is emptiness, emptiness is form'? I didn't ask you that for my own visual pleasure, but to test your concentration and lay the foundation for your future study of my Mahayana swordsmanship."
After saying this, the boy felt a little smug. Perhaps only he in the world could use a Buddhist classic to persuade a Buddhist nun to wash that part of him. His insidious and despicable motives appeared so righteous and awe-inspiring under his words. Today, Long Xiaotian was drifting further and further away from being a great hero. To satisfy his selfish desires, he had begun to resort to any means necessary.
Buddhist martial arts emphasize cultivating the mind; as the saying goes, a calm mind leads to success. Perhaps washing his manhood might actually enhance his mental cultivation. Even Buddha once cut off his own flesh to feed an eagle? The nun, hearing the man's words, secretly pondered them, finding them increasingly reasonable. She said, "Alright."
Watching the usually sharp, cold, and stunningly beautiful nun lower her proud head, bending her body and kneeling between his legs, a hint of smugness flashed in the young man's eyes.
Under her wiping, the man's manhood quickly heated up, growing larger and harder than iron. Even through the damp towel, the heat clearly penetrated her arms, flowing into her heart, causing her heart to tremble, and her eyes to become somewhat hazy.
The young man drew closer and closer to her, his manhood drawing closer and closer until it was pressed against her lips. The nun, struggling to breathe, snapped, "What are you doing?"
The young man chuckled, "Now I want you to wash it with your mouth."
Hearing this, the stunning nun was startled, exclaiming, "What?"
The young man replied, "If you're going to do something, do it to the best of your ability. Now, please wash my little brother with your mouth again. That will better temper your willpower."
Another set of high-sounding words.
The once clever nun, immersed in the allure of martial arts, was led astray by the despicable young man's filthy thoughts, falling into his trap once more. The nun was indeed intelligent, learning quickly; after a short while, she had grasped the essence of the 'mouth-washing method.' Provoked by the nun, the man, the One-Horned Dragon King, became enraged. He pressed down on the nun's bald head, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Under
the bright sunshine and gentle breeze, in a beautiful mountain lake, a breathtakingly beautiful nun, with extraordinary bearing, bent over, kneeling between a young man's legs, sucking his monstrous member. If the Buddha of the Western Paradise were to witness such a lewd scene, I wonder if he would vomit blood! Form is emptiness, emptiness is form; the young man now truly understood what emptiness and form meant. To seek form through emptiness is to be successful in everything.
Volume 2, Chapter 4: Lewdness of Emei (12)
Once something has begun, it is difficult to stop. For example, lust; in ancient times there was the saying 'uncontrollable passion'. The usually proud and renowned nun Liaokong, who was famous in the martial arts world, fell into the demonic trap of martial arts due to a moment of confusion. She was taken advantage of by an evil young man, and her Zen mind revealed a slight flaw. Lust and desire surged into her heart like a tide.
Ripples rolled, and water splashed as two snow-white figures tumbled up and down in the clear lake water, and the beautiful nun let out a series of groans that seemed to be both pleasure and extreme pain. If anyone in the martial arts world were to witness such a scene, no one would believe that the usually noble and aloof Ice and Snow Nun would act like that. Her cries were so unrestrained and seductive that even the most wanton women in the mortal world paled in comparison. "Yes, yes, that's it! Harder! Good brother, you're so amazing! My lover!" Such moans, uttered by the Emei Nun after shedding her icy demeanor, possessed a primal, blood-stirring quality.
The snow-white, jade-like nun, her slender legs wrapped tightly around the man's buttocks, allowing his member to penetrate deeper into her body. Under his tutelage, she had learned to sway her hips gently to please him. Forget about being a nun, forget about rules and regulations—all these vanished before the pleasure of love. The handsome young man, embracing the beautiful nun, erupted in passion, each thrust penetrating to the very end. Each thrust elicited a soul-stirring moan from the beautiful nun.
Suddenly, the stunning nun's body trembled, then tensed, then went limp and yielding. Reaching the peak of desire, the nun's pink face radiated with pleasure as she cried out hysterically, "I'm coming! It feels so good! You're so wonderful, man!"
She then embraced the man tightly and kissed him passionately. The scene was devoid of any semblance of monastic solemnity.
The handsome young man responded fervently, their tongues entwined in a tender, passionate kiss. The beautiful nun was startled and exclaimed, "You..."
It turned out the young man's unicorn dragon king was incredibly powerful. Although he had brought her to countless orgasms, it showed no signs of softening, remaining firmly erect inside her. The young man kissed the beautiful nun and said, "It's only because you, my little dragon king, are so beautiful that I can't bear to leave you!"
Before the nun could react, the young man pulled her to a smooth rock by the lake, pressed her down, and made her lie face down on the rock.
The beautiful nun had never seen such a position before and asked, "What are you doing?"
The young man brought his face close to the nun's ear and licked it, laughing, "My darling, today your master will teach you a new trick."
Darling, what kind of seniority is this? He actually wants to be my master! At his age, he's even too young to be my disciple. But isn't she going to learn swordsmanship from him? Then he can be considered my master too. The disciple and master were doing that kind of thing in broad daylight, in the middle of nowhere… The nun felt a pang of shame at her own lewdness, but after that shame, a strange, inexplicable pleasure arose within her. All her years of Buddhist practice had been in vain, the nun silently chanted "Amitabha" countless times.
Lost in her thoughts, the beautiful nun realized that her plump, round buttocks had been violated by a man. The young man's hands were now wantonly caressing her smooth flesh, and most shamefully, she felt pleasure from his touch. The nun felt guilty, believing it to be blasphemy against Buddha.
Suddenly, the man slapped her hard, a sharp pain mixed with a numbing pleasure throughout her body. The nun let out a soul-stirring moan. The nun turned back reproachfully to the wicked boy, scolding, "What are you doing?"
The boy ignored her, his hands lightly caressing the beautiful nun's plump buttocks, praising, "So plump, so beautiful."
Hearing the boy's words, the nun's heart trembled. She never imagined she would be so casually defiled by a young man. Filled with shame and guilt, she twisted her smooth, jade-like buttocks in silent resistance. This small resistance only fueled the boy's desire. He held the nun's buttocks firmly, his erect penis aimed at…
Under the blue sky and white clouds, the naked, stunningly beautiful nun lay on the rocks like a female dog, a handsome young man standing behind her. The impact of their bodies produced a loud thud from her buttocks. The nun trembled violently, letting out passionate moans of "Ahhh!" Suddenly, her body convulsed violently, and she said, "Ahhh, I can't take it anymore, I'm coming again, good man, good master, you're doing so well."
After saying this, she lay limply on the rocks, only exhaling, not inhaling. The man seemed a little tired too, lying on the nun's tender body, enjoying the wonderful afterglow of his orgasm.
A long, long time passed before the beautiful nun slowly awoke. Opening her eyes, she saw the young man lying on her soft body, his mouth still lovingly suckling at her two breasts. Looking at the young man's handsome face, the nun was filled with mixed emotions. That young man was despicable and shameless, threatening her with sword practice to give up her body. Her decades of arduous cultivation had been wasted in a single day. How could she face the ancestors of Emei? She was no longer a nun. She should hate him, but for some reason, she felt no hatred at all when she saw him. What should she do? The nun gazed at the floating clouds, her heart filled with turmoil, torn between two conflicting emotions. After much deliberation, the nun made her decision: "Never mind. After learning the Mahayana Sword Technique from him, I will never see him again. I am unworthy to be a disciple of the Emei Sect. After defeating him, I will leave the martial world and find a secluded place to live in seclusion.
" A tingling sensation on her body awakened the beautiful nun from her reverie. Just as she came to her senses, she heard a man's tender voice beside her: "My darling, what are you thinking about?"
Before her eyes was the handsome young man's affectionate gaze. Seeing that gaze, the nun's heart trembled involuntarily. She secretly blamed herself, thinking, "He is a despicable man. How could I have been bewitched by him?" However, being a Buddhist nun who had cultivated for many years, she immediately nipped the budding romantic feelings in the bud.
The nun suddenly said coldly, "From now on, don't call me 'my darling.' Please call me Liaokong." "
I don't know why this has happened. Although I was driven by desire to get her, desire breeds affection, and I've given my heart to every woman. Hearing Liao Kong's cold words, my heart felt as if it had been struck hard with a hammer. Sadness welled up inside me, and I looked at Liao Kong, not knowing what to say. I could only say, 'You…'
and couldn't say anything more.
Liao Kong saw the sadness in the boy's eyes and felt a pang of pain in his heart, but he forced his head away from me and said coldly, 'Now that you have my body, please keep your promise and teach me the Great Vehicle Sword Technique.'
After saying that, he pushed me away and walked to the lake to put on his clothes. I said, 'I, Long, keep my word and will definitely teach you the Great Vehicle Sword Technique. Before our fate ends, Master Liao Kong, could you grant me a request?'
My words were filled with sorrow, which anyone could hear.
Liao Kong asked in confusion, 'What request?'" "
Liao Kong felt a pang of pain at my sudden change in how I addressed her. She knew I had respected her decision. I wouldn't pursue her further, which was exactly what she wanted, but hearing my words still caused her pain. Women are often conflicted, especially women who have left home to become nuns.
The young man said, 'I took off your clothes; please let me help you put them back on.'
His expression was incredibly solemn, without a trace of lust. Liao Kong looked at the young man who had once carelessly played with her body, surprised by his transformation. She wanted to refuse, but seeing my pleading eyes, her heart softened, and she said, 'Alright.'
The young man said, 'Thank you.' " Having said this
, he picked up the inner robe from the rock and approached the beautiful nun, his expression incredibly solemn, as devout as a novice monk serving Buddha. The man's movements were disciplined; he made no attempt to 'take advantage' of the beautiful nun as he helped her dress. Despite this, both men couldn't help but feel their hearts pounding and their faces flushed.
In a small grove beside the lake, the young man and the nun stood facing each other, each holding a sword. The young man asked in a deep voice, "In your understanding, what kind of sword do you think it is?"
The nun, though puzzled by the young man's question, still answered, "The sword is the ancestor of all weapons, radiating righteousness and awe-inspiring, and is often referred to as a gentleman's weapon..."
Before she could finish, the young man shook his head. The nun said, "Isn't that correct?"
The young man nodded.
The nun thought for a moment and said, "The outer chapters of the Zhuangzi contain a chapter on 'discussing swords.'"
After speaking, he glanced at the boy and, seeing no reaction, assumed he was right. He continued, "Zhuangzi said, 'There are three kinds of swords in the world: the sword of the emperor, the sword of the feudal lords, and the sword of the common people. The sword of the emperor is made with the stone city of Yanxi as its tip, Mount Tai of Qi as its edge, the Jin and Wei dynasties as its spine, the Zhou and Song dynasties as its guard, and the Han and Wei dynasties as its hilt; it is surrounded by the four barbarians, wrapped by the four seasons, encircled by the Bohai Sea, and belted by the Changshan Mountains; it is made according to the five elements, and its principles are based on punishment and virtue; it is opened by yin and yang, held according to spring and autumn, and used according to autumn and winter. This sword is straight without equal, raised without equal, lowered without equal, and wielded without limit. It can cut through the floating clouds above and sever the earth's boundaries below. Once this sword is used, it can rectify the feudal lords, and the world will submit. This sword is the sword of the king.'"
(Note: "On Swords" is a miscellaneous chapter in the outer chapters of the *Zhuangzi*, named for its meaning. The content is about Zhuangzi's discussion of swords. King Wen of Zhao loved swords and spent his days with swordsmen, neglecting state affairs. Zhuangzi went to persuade him. Zhuangzi spoke of three kinds of swords: the sword of the emperor, the sword of the feudal lords, and the sword of the common people. He subtly pointed out that King Wen's actions were actually those of a commoner, and hoped he could become a sword of the emperor. Those who are interested in the *Zhuangzi* can take a look.
The young man nodded and asked, "Then what is the sword of the feudal lords?"
The beautiful nun recited fluently, "The sword of the feudal lords has a sharp edge made of a brave warrior, a hilt made of an honest and upright man, a spine made of a virtuous and wise man, a guard made of a loyal and holy man, and flanks made of a heroic and outstanding man. This sword, when straightened, has no edge; when raised, has no height; when lowered, has no width; when wielded, has no side. Above, it follows the round heaven to accord with the three luminaries; below, it follows the square earth to accord with the four seasons; it harmonizes the will of the people to bring peace to the four directions. Once this sword is used, it is like...") "The thunder's roar is so powerful that within the four borders, none will fail to submit and obey the ruler's commands. This sword, compared to the Emperor's Sword, is clearly a level below."
The young man then said, "Then what is the Commoner's Sword?"
The nun replied, "The Commoner's Sword: 'The Commoner's Sword is for those with disheveled hair, a drooping crown, a long tassel, and short clothes; they glare and speak harshly. When they clash, the Commoner's Sword can sever the neck and lungs; it is no different from cockfighting. Of the three swords, the Commoner's Sword is the lowest level.'"
The nun thought she was right, but the young man shook his head and said, "That's even more wrong."
Zhuangzi was the supreme sage of Taoism; how could she be wrong? The nun retorted, "Then where is it wrong?"
The young man said, "Zhuangzi was the most outstanding talent of Taoism after Laozi, the founder. He fully inherited the true teachings of Taoism, and his work, the *Nanhua Jing*, is revered as a supreme classic by Taoism. Don't you think..." "Has Zhuangzi in 'The Tale of Swords' completely deviated from the Daoist spirit of 'quietude and non-action'?"
The nun was startled by the young man's words. "This..."
She had never imagined that the words of a sage could be wrong. The young man said, "Actually, I think that Zhuangzi in 'The Tale of Swords' is not the Daoist sage Zhuangzi at all. 'The Tale of Swords' was written by later strategists who falsely attributed it to Zhuangzi."
During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, a hundred schools of thought contended, and the strategists were one of them. The vertical school unites the weak to attack the strong, while the horizontal school serves the strong to attack the weak. The combination of the two is the vertical and horizontal schools. Strategists are mostly eloquent, among whom Su Qin and Zhang Yi are the most famous. They both revered Guiguzi as their patriarch.
The nun thought about it and became somewhat convinced. She said "Oh" and nodded. The young man said, "Then what do you mean by sword now?"
The nun shook her head and said, "I don't know."
The young man said, "The sword is the heart, and the heart is the sword. " "
Upon hearing this, the nun seemed to understand something, yet still didn't quite grasp it. She asked, 'What does this mean?'
The young man replied, 'The mind encompasses the limits of heaven and earth, the vastness of the universe. With the mind wielding the sword, all things under heaven can become swords.'
The beautiful nun, deeply moved, exclaimed, 'I understand. Thank you.'
The young man nodded, 'The Great Vehicle Sword Path is the sword of the mind. Once the sword of the mind is mastered, nothing under heaven is indestructible. Understand it slowly.'
With that, he departed with a graceful stride.
In the nearly one hundred years since Emei Sect began, many outstanding talents have emerged. Besides the renowned Holy Nun Liaochen, the sect also boasts the 'Seven Sages and Three Beauties.' Among the Seven Sages are Zhi, Liaohui, Liaoming, Liaoyuan, Liaojin, Liaoyin, and Liaofan. Among the Three Beauties are Miaoyu, who will soon become the head of Emei, and Miaochan and Miaoxin, Liaochen's direct disciples. The 'Seven Sages of Emei' hold a high position in Emei; each of them has a meditation hall for use by themselves and their disciples."
The Seven Sages of Emei usually taught their disciples in their respective meditation halls and rarely interacted. One day, Liaofan, the youngest of the Seven Sages, encountered some difficulties while reciting the Bodhisattva Sutra and came to consult her eldest sister, Liaozhi. Along the way, she didn't see any of Liaozhi's disciples, which puzzled her.
The closer she got, the more curious she became, because she heard a very strange sound coming from her eldest sister's meditation room—a sound she had never heard before. Curious, she didn't knock first but peeked through the window. What she saw shocked her, and she stood there stunned… What did she see? Everyone, please wait and see. Some of you probably already know what the nun Liaofan saw. Hehehe…
The explicit content in this book has become a focus of attention for Cuiwei, a somewhat awkward position. The editor has also contacted me, asking me to be careful… Friends who like this book, please support it strongly, and you can also introduce it to other like-minded friends. Perhaps the editor will consider… Sales soared, please be lenient. Thank you all.
Volume 2, Chapter 4: Lewdness in Emei (13)
In the peaceful and serene meditation room, a man and two women were engaged in lewd acts. Three naked, snow-white bodies rolled and tumbled on the wide bed, composing an endless display of lust and passion. The man was none other than Feng Yang, the head of the Nangong family whom I had met the day before yesterday, and the women were none other than my beautiful senior sister and junior sister Miaofa. How could they do such things in such a solemn place as a Buddhist temple? Had my senior sister forgotten that she was a member of the Buddhist community? Moreover, she had even dragged her disciple into it. The usually dignified and beautiful senior sister was now sitting on Feng Yang's body, moving up and down. Her snow-white face was flushed, full of spring, and she kept making shameful lewd moans. Suddenly, my senior sister's body tensed up, then went limp: "Good brother, you are too strong, I can't take it anymore, ah... I'm coming again."
She let out a long sigh and lay down on the man On the woman's body.
The man's hand was currently caressing his senior sister's body, her plump, white buttocks changing shape under his touch. Far from resisting, she even swayed her ample hips in rhythm with him, moaning softly, seemingly enjoying it immensely. Was this really her senior sister? Clearly a slut? Seeing this, the nun Liaofan turned away in shame, not wanting to look anymore.
Suddenly, her niece's screams came from inside the room, drawing her attention. "Master, it hurts so much! Master, you lied to me! You told me it wouldn't hurt after the first time, but it still hurts so much! I don't want it anymore, you bad guy, get off me!" The little nun was far too delicate; in front of the man's enormous, unicorn-like member, she felt as if her body was about to split apart. The delicate little nun's face was contorted in pain, her voice like a cuckoo's cry, her tender body limp and soft under the man's caresses.
That hateful master, because of her... The nun, driven to desperation by the man's 'One-Horned Dragon King,' finally summoned her female disciple, who was stationed outside, on her master's orders. Seeing her beloved disciple's pained state, she felt immense pity and said, "My dear disciple, don't be afraid, it will be alright soon. Your master is here, don't be afraid."
Her tenderness manifested in her actions; her slender hands caressed her disciple's
body, hoping to ease her pain. The delicate young nun, as if grasping at a lifeline, tightly embraced her voluptuous master, eventually pressing him against her chest… Outside the window, the nun Liaofan witnessed this earth-shattering scene, utterly dumbfounded. She couldn't believe her senior sister was kissing her disciple's chest… The gesture was so tender and attentive, like an infant suckling at its mother's breast. Liaofan's calm heart was stirred by a turbulent storm, impossible to quell. She desperately wanted to rush in and kill the man who had ruined Emei's century-old reputation. But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Inside, the lovemaking continued. Under the master's caresses, the delicate nun's pain lessened, and the man began to slowly thrust, spreading boundless spring. In the meditation room, a beautiful master and disciple, a valiant man, the three of them were entwined in passionate lovemaking, sometimes the master helping the disciple, sometimes the disciple helping the master… endless debauchery, endless entanglement.
One day, while the nun was meditating, her junior sister, Liaofan, came in, looking at her with a strange gaze, making Liaozhi feel uneasy and guilty. Liaozhi asked, "Junior sister, what brings you to my meditation room today?" Liaofan
said in a deep voice, "Senior sister, yesterday I came to ask you about a few parts of the Bodhisattva Sutra that I didn't understand."
After speaking, she stared intently at her. Hearing Liao Fan's words, the nun Liao Zhi was startled, thinking, "Could it be that she saw me doing that kind of thing with a man yesterday? What should I do?"
She forced herself to remain calm and said, "I went to the back mountain yesterday."
Liao Fan's jade-like face grew even more stern. "Yesterday when I came here, I saw a man in your meditation room, Senior Sister."
Liao Fan was in charge of the Discipline Hall at Emei, responsible for disciplining the disciples and having the right to punish those who violated the rules. Hearing this, Liao Zhi became even more certain of his suspicions and asked, "What did you see, Junior Sister?" Liao
Fan replied, "I saw something I shouldn't have seen."
Her tone revealed that she was barely containing her anger. In Emei, Liao Fan and Liao Zhi had always had a good relationship; otherwise, Liao Fan would have already taken Liao Zhi to the Discipline Hall to be punished.
Liaozhi was now certain that Liaofan had seen her and the man doing that thing. Her face flushed with shame, she said remorsefully, "Senior Sister, I have truly failed Master and Emei."
She then stretched out her hands, indicating that Liaofan should take her to the disciplinary hall for punishment. Seeing this, Liaofan sighed and said, "Senior Sister, you have cultivated Zen for many years, how could you do such a scandalous thing?"
Liaozhi was also filled with mixed emotions. She was a Buddhist disciple, and should have strictly adhered to the rules, observing vegetarianism and cultivating Zen, severing all emotions and desires, achieving emptiness, and living a life of quiet contemplation. But fate had decreed that she had encountered that nemesis. The moment she saw him, she ceased to be a Buddhist disciple, becoming utterly lewd, thinking only of doing that thing. Liaozhi sighed, thinking about this, and said, "This is all a result of my own karma. I have violated the rules of Emei and deserve to be punished. Junior Sister, please follow the sect's regulations."
Liaofan sighed and said, "I came to the mountain when I was three years old, and my senior sister has taken care of me since I was a child. She has treated me like a sister, and she has been very attentive to me. I am always grateful for her kindness. How can I bear to let my senior sister's decades of good reputation be ruined?"
Liaozhi said, "Then..."
She knew that Liaofan always upheld justice and was ruthless, so this put her in a difficult position. Before Liaozhi could finish speaking, Liaofan interrupted, "The reputation of Emei must not be tarnished. For the sake of Emei's centuries-old honor, Liaofan has no choice but to..."
She didn't finish, but Liaozhi exclaimed in alarm, "Junior Sister, you want to kill him?"
Liaofan resolutely replied, "If I don't kill him, the scandal that happened at Emei today will eventually spread throughout the martial world. How will Emei face the martial arts community then?"
Liaozhi hesitated, "This..."
To be honest, she couldn't bear to kill that man. Every time she was with him, she was so happy. Every time he teased her, he aroused a boundless pleasure within her, a pleasure that captivated her.
Liaozhi knew that Liaofan was always decisive and resolute in her actions; she would always keep her word. Torn between the reputation of her sect and the man who brought her happiness, what was she to do? Liao Fan said in a deep voice, "In my opinion, Feng Yang's martial arts are highly skilled. With my martial arts cultivation, I'm afraid I won't be able to subdue him. Senior Sister, you must help me with this!" Seeing her junior sister's determined and upright eyes, Liao Zhi said, "Alright."
Liao Fan hummed in agreement, and seeing Zhi's reluctant expression, said, "Senior Sister, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form..."
Liao Zhi knew those scriptures by heart, but every time she encountered that man, all Buddhist scriptures were long forgotten. Every time she saw him, she only wanted to throw herself into his arms and enjoy his affection. Could this be what Buddhism calls 'inner demons'? Liao Zhi said impatiently, "I know all that, stop reading it."
Liao Fan sighed, truly wanting to let her be with Feng Yang, but then, thinking of Emei's century-old reputation, he solemnly said, "Senior Sister, Emei has given us a second life. Emei's reputation is paramount, and every disciple has a responsibility to uphold its sanctity and inviolability." He then looked at Liao Zhi, who was lying on the bed in distress, and said, "Senior Sister, tomorrow you should invite Feng Yang to the back mountain."
At that moment, I was teaching the nun Kong Nü's Mahayana sword technique on the back mountain, completely unaware of the impending crisis. Kong Nü was indeed intelligent; under my guidance, she had grasped the essence of superior sword techniques and integrated them with Emei sword techniques. In just a few days, her cultivation had at least doubled.
Behind Mount Emei, sword energy crisscrossed, and a figure in white danced gracefully. The three-foot-long green sword in her hand moved like a dragon, soaring and swirling with ever-changing forms. Sometimes it was like spring, vibrant and full of life; sometimes like summer, fierce and powerful; sometimes like autumn, desolate and bleak; sometimes like winter, icy and chilling. She controlled the sword with her heart, reaching an extremely profound realm. Even Bai Yunfei, once known as the Sword God and the greatest swordsman in the world, had to spend sixty years to reach this level. Bai Yunfei was hailed by the Old Man of Qiankun as the greatest swordsmanship genius of all time. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a
surge of pride. The nun Liaokong's jade-like face was cold, like the frost of the Tianshan Mountains, unchanging for millennia. From the day I made love to her, she had always maintained this expression towards me, never changing. After finishing her sword dance, her aura showed no sign of abating, continuing to rise infinitely, her sword energy crisscrossing like an incomparably sharp sword. If an ordinary person were within three feet of her, they would have been injured by her sword aura long ago. But I had no such scruples, no interest in such matters, and brazenly approached the cold-blooded nun, laughing, "Now that you've succeeded, shouldn't you thank your master?"
With that, I pulled the tall, beautiful nun into my arms.
The nun remained unmoved, uttering a few cold words from her round, cherry-like lips: "Let go."
Her voice was chilling. Seeing that I showed no intention of releasing her, the nun continued, "Let go." Those were the same two words, but her tone was a thousand times colder than before. It wasn't that I was afraid of her, but hearing her words, devoid of any affection for me, chilled me to the bone. Disappointed, I released my hold on the icy nun, regretting, "If I had known you'd become even colder after learning swordsmanship, I wouldn't have taught you."
The nun remained unmoved by the man's words, coldly replying, "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."
After a few steps, she stopped and said, "I've learned swordsmanship; I think we don't need to meet again."
With that, she walked away. The man watched her until she disappeared from sight.
Unable to bear it any longer, the man let out a wild roar, his inner energy erupting wildly, the innocent stone forest becoming his outlet. On a distant mountain peak, the icy nun watched the man's madness, tears streaming down her jade-like cheeks.
The next day, as the man awoke, the young nun Miaofa arrived, her face flushed. The man embraced the delicate nun, saying, "Little Master, you came so early to see me, did you miss me?"
Hearing the man's teasing, the nun retorted, "I didn't miss you at all!" "However, her unyielding gaze betrayed her; anyone could see the longing in her tender eyes. Suddenly, as if remembering something, the young nun pressed down on the man's hand that was slipping inside her robe, saying, 'Don't move. I've come to deliver a letter to my master.'
The man was taken aback, then smiled and said, 'If you haven't missed me, then it must be your master who has.'
The man truly hadn't expected the beautiful nun to invite him. "
The young nun hurriedly defended her master, saying, "Nonsense! My master would never think of that scoundrel like you. Don't you remember how you always make her bedridden?"
The man laughed, "You're so young, and you still don't believe me? You don't understand, do you? I made your master like that, and she was overjoyed!"
The young nun suddenly let out a satisfied "Mmm," and said, "You scoundrel, stop messing around! I haven't done my morning homework yet, I have to go!"
She then ran off faster than a rabbit. She was no match for the man alone, so she had to run.
After reading the post, the man sighed, a strange feeling stirring within him. The beautiful nun had actually invited him to meet her at the back mountain.
Upon arriving at the meeting place, besides the beautiful nun, there was another aloof nun, slightly younger than the beautiful nun. This nun was also alluring, with a stunningly beautiful face and a graceful figure, no less beautiful than the beautiful nun. However, she always had a cold expression, as if someone owed her hundreds of taels of silver.
Upon seeing me, the beautiful nun seemed as if she felt guilty and dared not look at me, while the cold-faced nun stared intently at me, as if she wanted to skin me alive. I smiled and said, "I wonder what brings Master Feng here?"
The beautiful nun didn't speak, but the cold-faced nun interjected, "Shameless lecher dares to pretend to be virtuous in front of me!"
At this moment, I noticed that the beautiful nun was giving me a dirty look.
I didn't care at all and smiled, "Master, what do you mean by that?"
The cold-faced nun snorted and said, "You used vulgar means to seduce my senior sister, which makes you a lewd and despicable person."
I was stunned for a moment and looked at the Wise Nun, but the Wise Nun avoided my gaze and looked elsewhere, not daring to look at me. Seeing this, my heart ached. I knew that the reputation of our sect was still more important to her than him. I said, "Master, say whatever you want." The cold-faced nun said, "You villain! You are utterly shameless! You have attempted to ruin the centuries-old reputation of Emei! Your wicked intentions deserve to be punished! Today, I cannot spare you; I will unleash a massacre."
With that, she flicked her whisk and attacked me. The whisk dispersed, each strand imbued with the nun's profound internal energy, like sharp swords. As she wielded the whisk, a net of heaven and earth enveloped the man's vital points.
I never expected her to possess such skill. The man shouted "Good!" and casually picked a tree branch, meeting her attack head-on. With a move called "Wind Sweeps Away Clouds," her sword transformed into countless forms, perfectly countering the nun's whisk attack. The nun remained calm, her whisk subtly transforming its hardness into softness, entangling the man's branch. She channeled all her inner strength into the whisk, rendering the branch immobile. She then said to the beautiful nun behind her, "Senior sister, quickly kill him!"
Hearing her junior sister's words, the beautiful nun drew her sword and slowly approached the man. The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
Here's an introduction to the Emei Sect's female members: Liao Chen: The Emei Sect Leader, serene and dignified. Liao Kong: A swordsmanship prodigy of Emei, who left Emei in anger after Liao Chen's appointment as sect leader, residing in the back mountains of Emei.
In addition, Emei has the "Seven Sages and Three Beauties." The Seven Sages are: the eldest sister Liao Zhi, followed by Hui, Liao Yin, Liao Guo, Liao Yuan, Liao Jin, and Liao Fan. They are the seven chief disciples of Emei, each with their own responsibilities. The Three Beauties refer to: Miaoyu, who is about to become the head of Emei Sect; Miaochan, the personal disciple of the Holy Nun Liaochen; and Miaoxin, another young prodigy of Emei.
Volume 2, Chapter 4: The Lewdness of Emei (14)
The beautiful nun walked slowly toward me with a cold face and a sword in her hand. As she approached step by step, my heart was in my throat. At this moment, my sword was entangled with the Divine Nun Fan, and I had no power to fight back against a third party. If Liaozhi really wanted to kill me, I would lose eleven of my nine lives. Watching Liaozhi walk toward me step by step, the Divine Nun Liaochen sneered and said, "You villain, today is your death day."
Before she finished speaking, her face suddenly froze, and her mouth was as if she had two big eggs in it. She could not close it. After a long time, she hurriedly asked, "Senior Sister, what are you doing?"
It turned out that at the critical moment, the nun holding the sword suddenly turned against her and swiftly struck several acupoints on the Divine Nun Liaochen's body.
The beautiful nun sighed, "I'm sorry, junior sister, I can't bring myself to do it. I can't bear to kill him."
With that, she dropped her sword and threw herself into the man's arms. The man was both surprised and taken for granted by this turn of events. For some reason, the moment the beautiful nun raised her sword, he knew in his heart that she wouldn't kill him. He also dropped the branch he was holding and opened his arms to embrace the Buddhist nun who had captivated him so completely.
As soon as the nun threw herself into his arms, she passionately kissed him. The man, of course, accepted the beautiful nun's kiss without hesitation, laughing as he kissed her, "You scared me to death just now! I'm going to punish you properly later."
The beautiful nun said sweetly, "Fen'er knows she was wrong. She'll do as Master wishes, whatever Master wants to punish Fen'er for."
She acted as if she were completely at his mercy.
This infuriated the nun Liao Fan, who was standing nearby. The woman was wanton, the man philandering; the man's hand slipped inside the nun's robe again, kneading her plump buttocks. The lewd scene from that day resurfaced in the nun's mind. While she secretly scoffed, a strange thought swirled within her. Why did the man always love touching her senior sister's buttocks? Judging from his expression, he seemed never to tire of it. But her senior sister's buttocks were truly large, plump and tender; touching them must feel wonderful. Thinking this, the usually prim and proper nun secretly berated herself, "Pah, how could I think of such things?" Like thunder igniting
a fire, their passion was unstoppable. Dry tinder met a raging flame, and their blazing inferno was already at its zenith. They hadn't made love for many days; this reunion was like rain after a long drought. The nun was no longer a nun, but a woman yearning for a man; the man was no longer a chivalrous hero. What nun, what monk—in his eyes, she was all his woman. The two were entwined, their passion burning like fire.
The man's kisses had moved from her lips to her chest. The nun's robes were half-undone, revealing her full, white breasts. Despite being a nun, she felt no shame, nor did she refuse. She passionately embraced the man's head, allowing his lips to kiss her breasts even more deeply. Her slender hands even reached down to caress the man's erection. Seeing this, the nun Liaofan was devastated. She thought, "How can my sister be so lewd? Don't forget she's a nun!" The more
she thought about it, the more indignant she became. She began to curse, "A pair of adulterers, a pair of scoundrels..."
Being a Buddhist, she couldn't utter more powerful or vicious words; she could only repeat a few phrases.
No matter how much she cursed, the couple engrossed in their lovemaking seemed oblivious. When she finally stopped, exhausted from her tirade, the beautiful nun said, "Senior sister thanks you for your kindness, but meeting him means you're destined to be forever barred from becoming a holy nun."
The man then viciously bit the nun's nipple, saying, "You're nothing but a harlot; you have no right to be a holy nun."
Hearing such insults, the senior nun felt no disgust, but rather pride, saying, "Yes, I am a harlot, but only your harlot." "Woman."
Seeing this, the nun Liaofan scoffed disdainfully, "Shameless."
The beautiful nun was not angry at her junior sister's ridicule and laughed, "Junior sister, you just haven't met a man you like yet. If you did, you'd know how I feel."
After saying that, she looked at Liaofan nun teasingly and said, "How about I ask your brother-in-law to turn you into a real woman later?"
Upon hearing Liaofan nun's words, she trembled as if she had encountered a venomous snake or a ferocious beast, and said, "You dare!"
Her face turned redder than a raging fire.
The beautiful nun giggled, "I was just joking, why are you so excited!"
The nun Liaofan's face remained flushed and tense. This time, she only responded to Liaozhi's teasing with a 'humph'. Liaozhi suddenly looked at her strangely, as if he had thought of something. His gaze made Liaofan feel uneasy. Seeing his usually stern, cold, and indifferent junior sister so uncomfortable, Liaozhi was certain that her discomfort stemmed from his earlier words about turning her into a real woman. The unintentional words flashed through the beautiful nun's mind, giving rise to the idea of making her a reality.
The beautiful nun giggled, "Now, your senior sister isn't playing with you anymore."
Before she finished speaking, she let out a passionate "oh," as the man's member had already penetrated her. The long-lost, intoxicating pleasure instantly flooded her body again, driving her wild. Hearing her senior sister's somewhat exaggerated cries of joy, Liaofan unconsciously turned her head towards them. Sometime during the night, the man had stripped his senior sister naked, revealing her beautiful body, her snow-white skin shimmering dazzlingly in the sunlight. His clothes were half-undone, and his large member was already proudly thrusting in and out of her peach blossom cave. The senior sister's long, jade-like legs were wrapped around his buttocks, her plump buttocks swaying gently, responding to him, her face flushed with lust, her mouth emitting passionate, blood-pumping moans. Her lewdness was even greater than before.
This pair of wolves and wolves were actually engaging in 'wild sex' in broad daylight, right in the wilderness—it was utterly shameless! The male nun, completely absorbed in their lovemaking, was oblivious to the murderous gaze of the cold-faced nun behind them, continuing on their way as if
nothing was amiss. Initially, the nun Liaofan remained calm, unmoved by the couple's actions that made people blush and their blood boil. The man seemed tireless, still as strong as an ox, while the woman, like a thirsty harlot, only knew how to take. The battle grew increasingly fierce… The man's heavy breathing, the passionate whispers of her most respected senior sister, and the ever-changing positions—all of this was like pebbles thrown into the sea of her heart, creating ripples.
Fortunately, things always come to an end. Just as the nun was about to reach her limit, the man and woman finally reached their satisfaction and stopped. Although the battle was over, the senior sister did not dismount from the man's body; her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, nestled in his broad embrace. The desolate mountain wilderness was filled with a decadent scent because of the man and nun's lovemaking.
After catching her breath, the beautiful nun smiled at the nun Liaofan and asked, "How are you feeling, junior sister?"
Liaofan snorted and said, "Shameless."
The beautiful nun continued, "Junior sister, you haven't experienced it, so of course you don't know the pleasure I felt. In that last moment, I felt like I was about to die; my soul seemed to fly into the sky."
Liaofan nervously asked, "Since it was so painful, why did you still..." Having
been a nun since childhood, she clearly hadn't heard of the concept of 'ecstasy.' In her eyes, no matter how lewd the nun before her was, she was still her beloved senior sister who had always doted on her.
The beautiful nun, knowing from the bottom of her heart the concern of the nun Liaofan for her, sighed softly, "Junior sister, having spent the night with him, I have no regrets in this life. Now I will go back to the mountain with you and accept the punishment of the precepts."
The nun Liaofan sighed, "Senior sister, if I intended to punish you with the precepts, I wouldn't have come here with you to kill him. Now there is another way, which is for you..."
Before she could finish speaking, the beautiful nun interrupted, "Junior sister, don't waste your breath. No matter what, I will not kill him."
Hearing their conversation, the man was deeply moved by the beautiful nun's love for him and said, "Fen'er, come with me. Let's go to the ends of the earth together. With me by your side..." "Even the Mei Clan can't do anything to you."
Hearing the man's words, the beautiful nun nestled emotionally in his arms and murmured, "Fen'er was right, Tianlang is a man of courage and responsibility. But Tianlang is a chivalrous hero, how can he ruin his reputation for a withered flower like Cheng Shufen? Even if Tianlang were willing, Shufen wouldn't agree."
The man said, "No, you are not a withered flower. In Long Xiaotian's heart, you are the most complete, because you gave me your heart, which is the most precious thing."
The nun asked doubtfully, "What Long Xiaotian? Isn't he Feng Yang, the head of the Nangong family?"
The man said, "Feng Yang is Long Xiaotian, and Long Xiaotian is Feng Yang. I never hide anything from my women." "What?"
the beautiful nun said coquettishly. "My lord, but my junior sister isn't your woman. What will we do now that she knows?"
The man laughed, "Then I'll make her my woman too."
The beautiful nun showed no jealousy at all upon hearing the man's words, only giggling, "You're really wicked. From the moment you saw my junior sister, I knew you had those thoughts. You're such a lecherous wolf."
The man laughed heartily, "Didn't you have those plans in your heart too? Otherwise, you wouldn't have brought her here." The nun Liaofan,
who was standing to the side, was shocked upon hearing their conversation. She first pointed at the nun, then at the man, and said, "You, you..."
The nun said, "Junior sister... " "You may not be able to accept it now, but I believe you'll forgive Senior Sister Liang after you experience his kindness."
She smiled at the man and said, "You big pervert, haven't you been lusting after my junior sister for a long time? She's right in front of you now, go for it!"
The man laughed, "What's the rush? Good things are meant to be savored slowly, especially a beauty like your junior sister."
Looking at the perfectly matched couple before her, the nun Liaofan was filled with extreme anger, cursing, "You two scoundrels! Senior Sister, how can you do this to me? How can you do this to the Emei Sect? You stinking man, don't touch me! If you dare touch me, the Emei Sect will not let you off!"
No matter how much she cursed, the couple remained unmoved. Watching the man slowly approach, the nun Liaofan knew her fate of being violated by the man before her was irreversible, and tears of humiliation welled in her eyes. (The
last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate comment: "Springtime has already vanished somewhere, everyone vote, Tianyishengshui will repay everyone with faster updates.")
Volume 2, Chapter 4: The Lewdness of Emei (15)
Seeing the tears on the face of the nun Liaofan, the man felt a pang of pain in his heart. He stopped abruptly, reflecting, "Was what I did right or wrong? Can I disregard others' feelings and take their bodies for my own selfish desires? What's wrong with me?"
Thinking this, he felt a sudden enlightenment, his whole body trembled, and he stopped in his tracks.
The beautiful nun, who had been waiting to see the show, was incredulous and asked with a smile, "Tianlang, what's wrong with you? Aren't you always dreaming about my junior sister's body?" The man sighed and said, "Let's not force her. Since your junior sister doesn't want to, we'll let it go. With me here, no one in the Emei Sect can harm you."
The beautiful nun sighed, "Alright."
Her main reason for doing this was to pull Liaofan into her camp, so she could escape punishment according to the sect rules. Otherwise, what woman in the world would want her man to seduce another woman?
Hearing the man's words, the nun Liaofan trembled, overwhelmed with mixed emotions. She was relieved that her body hadn't been violated by the man, but a bittersweet feeling lingered, the meaning of which she couldn't quite grasp. As she stared in astonishment, the beautiful nun released her pressure points and said apologetically, "Junior sister, I'm sorry."
Judging from the beautiful nun's tone, Liaofan sensed that she wouldn't be returning to Emei and was going to leave with the man. She immediately asked, "Senior sister, where are you going?"
The beautiful nun said, "I want to follow him. Wherever he goes, I will go."
She nestled into the man's arms, and he held her tightly in return. At that moment, the nun felt no longer any lewdness from the couple, only the tender sweetness of mutual affection.
Suddenly, all the bells in the mountain rang out in unison, a full eighteen tones. Upon hearing this, the beautiful nun's face changed drastically. "Something terrible has happened to Emei!"
she cried. Emei was one of the few major sects in the Western Shu martial arts world; what could have happened to it? The man couldn't figure it out and asked, "What's wrong?"
The beautiful nun said, "These eighteen tones are only sounded when our Emei sect encounters a powerful enemy, signaling all disciples to return to the mountain to defend against them."
She then looked down at the sprawling temples and palaces below and said, "I'm sorry, I have to go back."
The man laughed heartily, "Since it's your sect's business, you should go back. I'll go back with you."
The beautiful nun said gratefully, "Thank you."
With the man's help, she believed that whatever happened, they would be safe. Seeing this, the nun Liaofan glanced at the beautiful nun and said with some relief, "No matter what, you are still an Emei disciple."
The beautiful nun smiled charmingly and said, "Enough with the talk, let's go back quickly."
As the three traveled, they saw that the usually peaceful and serene Emei Sect was filled with murderous intent. Dark clouds shrouded the sky, and a chilling wind blew. Along the way, Emei disciples and strangely dressed people lay dead in pools of blood, their deaths gruesome. When they arrived at the main hall, two groups of people were clearly facing each other. One group consisted of Emei disciples in black robes and some righteous people who had come to celebrate the new sect leader. Their leader was none other than the serene and detached nun Liaochen. The other group consisted of a number of strangely-looking people, probably several hundred in number. Those people were enveloped in a chilling aura, their striking green hair appearing bizarre in the sunlight. Their clothes were a kaleidoscope of colors, and their faces, whiter than snow, shimmered with a white light, sending shivers down one's spine at first sight. In short, they were a group of ghostly figures. Their leader was someone dressed similarly to them, shrouded in a cloud of white mist, obscuring his face. As
the white mist dissipated, the person revealed a face with broken eyebrows and vertical eyes, a hideous and terrifying appearance that made one want to vomit. He emitted a grotesque, ghostly wail, a sound so piercing it made one's internal organs churn and feel extremely uncomfortable. Some of the weaker disciples of the Emei Sect fainted, bleeding from all six orifices. A peaceful chant of "Amitabha" was uttered by the nun Chen Sheng, and golden lotuses shone brightly and serenely. The chilling wind vanished instantly, restoring clarity.
Liao Chen, with his serene and dignified face, calmly asked, "Ghost Fiend, my Emei sect and your esteemed sect have always kept to ourselves. Why has your sect mobilized so many to attack my Emei sect today?"
Ghost Fiend let out a piercing ghostly howl and said, "Before your Emei sect existed, my Fengdu Ghost Sect was the foremost sect in Western Sichuan, with flourishing incense and countless followers. But since your Emei sect established itself hundreds of years ago, you have robbed my followers and cut off my incense offerings. This enmity is irreconcilable. I have come to destroy your Emei sect today."
Hearing this, I roughly understood what had happened.
Western Sichuan is fertile and prosperous, with a rich and splendid culture. In ancient times, there was a sect in Fengdu, Sichuan, known as the 'Ghost Sect.' They worshipped ghosts and gods, and on every festival, they would slaughter pigs and sheep to offer to them. They called the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month the Ghost Festival, when the gates of hell open. On this day, the Ghost Sect would ask its followers to offer young boys and girls to evil ghosts in order to ward off disasters. This custom, passed down for centuries, continued until the founding of Mount Emei. The Ghost Cult killed people to serve evil spirits, and the people of Emei, upon hearing this, immediately went to stop them. Emei declared: "There are no ghosts or gods in this world; only Buddha resides on Mount Ling, protecting the world's peace. The Ghost Cult's killing violates Buddhist compassion." Due to their differing doctrines, the two factions clashed. The Ghost Cult suffered a crushing defeat in that battle, its followers dwindling and its former strength as the leading sect in Sichuan diminished. Emei, on the other hand, flourished, becoming the most powerful sect in Sichuan today, worshipped by countless people.
Over the centuries, the Ghost Cult has launched several counterattacks against Emei, but Emei's outstanding talents have always led to their defeat. The current leader of the Ghost Cult, Yin Feng Wang, is a peerless hero. After assuming the leadership, the Ghost Cult chose to remain hidden, operating in the shadows for decades.
Hearing those words, the nun Liaochen remained calm and said, "Believers all have the freedom of their own beliefs. Our Emei sect is founded on Buddhism, with compassion in our hearts, and is upright and honest. Having faith is a normal thing. It is your sect's doctrines that are sinister, and it is natural that the number of believers has decreased greatly."
The man chuckled and said, "Now that Emei is thriving, of course you say that. If Emei hadn't slandered our sect behind our backs, our Ghost Sect wouldn't have reached this point today. Now, under the leadership of the Holy Master, our sect is developing like the sun at its zenith, and it's only a matter of time before we dominate Western Shu." Liaochen's companion,
Liaoyin, asked in surprise, "What? You're not the Yin Feng King?"
The Yin Feng King was one of the most mysterious figures in the Ghost Sect. His whereabouts were elusive, and no one had ever seen his Lushan True Eye. Even within the Ghost Sect, only a handful of people had seen him. They only knew that he was considered by many elders of the Ghost Sect to be the greatest master in the sect for hundreds of years. They had just sparred, and Liaoyin was still shaken by the man's martial arts. His skills were sinister and unpredictable, at least two levels higher than hers. She had diligently cultivated the Emei Sect's *Wuxiang Jing* (Formless Scripture) for decades, reaching the seventh level of her *Wuxiang Divine Skill*, placing her among the top five in Emei in terms of cultivation. Liaoyin assumed the man's superior skill meant he was the Yin Feng King.
The man chuckled, "How dare my insignificant light compare to the Holy Master's moonlight? I am merely the lowest-ranking Ox-Headed Messenger in the sect."
Seeing his smug expression and his high regard for the Yin Feng King, I thought to myself, "It seems the Yin Feng King truly possesses some skill. "
Liao Chen's face remained expressionless as she calmly said, "For hundreds of years, our Emei sect has acted with Buddhist compassion and integrity. How could we possibly slander your sect?"
Upon hearing this, several veins bulged on the man's white forehead as he excitedly exclaimed, "How could my Holy Leader's words be wrong? If he says it exists, then it exists!"
With that, he unleashed a torrent of yin wind, attacking Liao Chen.
Liao Chen sighed inwardly, "Yin Wind King, Yin Wind King, it seems the Ghost Sect has suffered greatly under your influence. To dominate the martial world, you've turned the Ghost Sect into your tool, using your evil words to convert its followers into your loyal believers. If I had known this would happen, I should have killed you that day."
Liao Chen had cultivated Zen for decades, her wisdom perfect and flawless. She understood the whole story immediately. Now she knew the Yin Wind King's intentions, knew those people were his fanatical followers, and knew there was no turning back. Her only option was to kill them to prevent them from harming the world in the future. Buddhism has compassion, but it also has thunder and lightning.
Liao Chen's pair of jade-like, white hands emerged from her monk's robes, meeting the man's gaze silently and gently, seemingly without any strength. Only I and a few others in the arena could discern the subtlety within. With a loud thud, the man was sent flying backward, landing unsteadily, taking three large steps back before coming to a stop. The Ox-Headed Messenger, his face even paler, roared furiously at those behind him, "Why aren't you going up and killing those nuns? Kill them and we'll enjoy endless riches and glory!"
Hearing the Ox-Headed Messenger's words, the people swarmed forward. A great battle was about to begin.
The Ghost Cult members possessed sinister and unpredictable martial arts, their moves often shifting unexpectedly, ruthless and cold-blooded. Emei disciples, on the other hand, mostly possessed unique skills, their cultivation levels often surpassing, if not exceeding, those of the Ghost Cult members. However, firstly, most of them practiced meditation deep in the mountains, lacking practical combat experience; secondly, Buddhist martial arts primarily focused on physical fitness. With one side fierce and the other hesitant, the odds favored the Ghost Cult. Fortunately, Emei had the Seven Sages and Three Heroes, whose martial arts were formidable. Each member possessed profound cultivation, more than enough to deal with the Ghost Cult members.
The "Seven Sages of Emei" have long been renowned in the martial arts world, their cultivation beyond question. But even the "Three Beauties," who have only recently gained fame, possess martial arts skills comparable to the Seven Sages. This makes me marvel at Emei's status as the leading sect in Western Shu; it truly has its exceptional qualities. The Three Beauties of Emei: Miaoyu, Miaochan, and Miaoxin. Seeing them, I couldn't help but feel that Heaven has been incredibly kind to Emei and its nuns. These three young nuns are all exceptionally beautiful, radiating a vibrant spirit. Miaoyu is as beautiful as jade, her body translucent and luminous, like a precious gem. Miaochan is graceful, her face like a peach blossom in March, her smooth skin fair and rosy, more beautiful than any flower. Miaoxin has an oval face, incredibly lively, her autumn-water eyes seeming to whisper secrets, making her all the more endearing.
With the Seven Sages and Three Beauties, plus the unfathomable Master Liaochen, whose Buddhist teachings and martial arts are both profound, Emei's disadvantages were instantly reversed. I had intended to help, but seeing that it seemed unnecessary, I refrained from intervening.
As time passed, the Ghost Cult members were wounded one after another, having lost two-thirds of their ranks. The Ox-Headed Messenger had also been struck by three blows from Chen San, but his body was resilient, and he did not fall.
Looking at the corpses of the Ghost Cult members lying on the ground, the Ox-Headed Messenger showed no sorrow, but rather seemed somewhat gratified. He crossed his hands in a strange gesture and chanted, "Faithful followers of the Holy Cult, in the name of the greatest ghosts and gods, I bless you. May the blazing fire bring you light."
With a flick of his right hand, a small flame ignited on the bodies of those fallen. The flame, flickering with a green light, was extremely strange; it did not feel hot at all, but rather had a cooling effect. The corpses were burned, leaving not even a single bone behind.
The Emei Sect members, witnessing this bizarre scene, were dumbfounded and ceased their attack. After burning the corpses, the Ox-Headed Messenger shouted to the remaining followers, "The will-o'-the-wisps burn my body, though my body is destroyed, my spirit is immortal..."
He uttered a series of extremely strange words, finally saying, "Though they are gone, we still remain. The holy duties of the Holy Bishop are not yet complete, and we must complete them."
The ghost followers shouted in unison, "Yes!"
The Ox-Headed Messenger said, "Good, all followers, listen to my command to set up the 'Heavenly Fiend Formation'."
Upon hearing this, the ghost followers moved swiftly, standing in an extremely mysterious position. Once standing, each of them had a devout expression, and following the Ox-Headed Messenger, they crossed their arms over their chests and chanted, "The will-o'-the-wisps burn fiercely, the Ghost Cult is holy, saving all sentient beings..." They
then chanted some incoherent words. For some reason, after chanting their doctrines, those people reversed their dejected state, each one full of energy, confidence, and vitality, as if they had never been injured.
Seeing this, I immediately sensed impending doom. I knew that if the Ghost Cult members formed the Heavenly Fiend Formation, it wouldn't be easy for Emei to eliminate them. Just as I was about to order the Emei members to strike first, a strange change occurred. The Ghost Cult disciples moved swiftly and rapidly, a dizzying display of colorful afterimages. Their movements, seemingly chaotic, were actually incredibly subtle. The remaining thirty-six Ghost Cult members had miraculously combined themselves through movement, their energy linked, their actions perfectly synchronized. Led by the Ox-Headed Envoy, the thirty-six Ghost Cult members formed a line, like a long, menacing dragon.
Seeing this, Liao Chen also knew something was wrong. After letting out a cry of alarm, she moved like a flying swan towards the Ox-Headed Envoy, unleashing a powerful palm strike with a fierce and overwhelming force, seemingly invincible. As if sensing the power of Chen's palm strike, the Ox-Headed Envoy hastily used the "Ghost Shadow Movement Technique" to evade Chen. With his movement, the other thirty-five members of the Ghost Cult moved with him, almost indistinguishable in front and behind.
After dodging, the Ox-Headed Envoy spotted a beautiful young nun nearby and pounced on her. Those following behind instantly pushed forward, placing their palms on the Ox-Headed Envoy's "Life Gate" acupoint on his back and channeling their power. The power of all thirty-six people was thus concentrated on the Ox-Headed Envoy. The palm strike unleashed a fierce gust of wind, causing the entire hall to tremble.
The young nun, unable to dodge in time, was about to perish under the Ox-Headed Envoy's palm when a gray shadow flashed, and someone pushed the nun aside. That person was none other than the Emei Seven Sages, the Nun Liaoguo, skilled in light-footed movement techniques. With an elegant appearance and a slender figure, the Nun Liaoguo had practiced the Emei "Amazing Swan Movement Technique" since childhood, and her light-footed skills were considered the best in Emei.
Although Nun Liaoguo saved the young nun, she was also injured by the Ox-Headed Messenger's palm strike. The Ox-Headed Messenger, possessing the combined power of thirty-six men, had incredibly strong internal energy; his palm strikes were unstoppable, and no one could withstand them. Three of the Seven Sages of Emei had already been injured by his palm. His ghostly movements were unpredictable, and even Nun Liaochen, who was capable of fighting him, could not catch the cunning, fox-like Ox-Headed Messenger.
Suddenly, the Ox-Headed Messenger's eyes swept across the distance, spotting a beautiful nun. He let out a cold laugh and pounced. Seeing this, I vividly remembered that the young nun was none other than the aloof nun Miaoru, whom I had first met upon arriving at Mount Emei. Her coldness and beautiful face were imprinted in my mind. Seeing the Ox-Headed Messenger attack her, I was startled and about to rush to her aid, but someone else was faster than me. That person was none other than Liaoyin, a woman with a voluptuous figure and a good physique.
Seeing that Yin had saved Miaoru, the Ox-Headed Messenger snorted, "Saving her won't be so easy."
His outstretched hand moved even faster and more urgently; before he finished speaking, his hand was already in front of the young nun Miaoru. At that moment, Liaoyin also leaped forward, pushing Miaoru aside. With a thud, Liaoyin's body was struck squarely by the Ox-Headed Messenger's palm, her body thrown more than three feet away, collapsing to the ground. Seeing this, the young nun Miaoru cried out in alarm, "Master!"
Tears streaming down her face, she rushed to Liaoyin's side.
Seeing this, I was filled with rage and shouted, "You dare hurt her!"
At this moment, everyone from Emei had rushed to Liaoyin's side; the battle had ceased. The Ox-Headed Messenger, standing before me, arrogantly said, "So what if I hurt her? What can you do to me?"
He was blinded by his invincibility. My face remained expressionless as I said, "If you hurt her, you can die!"
My tone was extremely calm, devoid of anger or malice.
For some reason, everyone in the arena trembled upon hearing my calm words. The nun Liaozhi, standing to one side, looked at me with a fascinated expression, while the nun Liaofan on the other side stared at me with a complex and unreadable gaze. "
Damn it, he's just a young man. I've been in the martial world for decades, seen countless storms, why would I be afraid of him? Why am I sweating like that!" the Ox-Headed Messenger thought to himself. As he was feeling uneasy, a cold smile flashed across the young man's lips. He glanced at him and asked, "Are you ready now?"
The Ox-Headed Messenger snorted, "Boy, since you want to die, Grandpa Ox will grant your wish."
I replied calmly, "Fine, today it's either you die, or I die." With that, I lunged forward, pushing forward with both hands. An immense force surged from my palms, surging towards the Ox-Headed Messenger like a tidal wave. A fierce wind arose, the earth shook, and even the Buddha statues before the hall trembled.
Seeing the power of my palm strike, the Ox-Headed Envoy was terrified and dared not meet it. He hastily used the "Ghost Shadow Step" to evade me, and the group of people, like a long dragon, instantly leaped behind me, intending to attack me when I was caught off guard by my full-force attack.
Just as he was gloating, thinking he had succeeded, a hand of mine suddenly appeared in front of him, and the smug Ox-Headed Envoy froze on the spot. The owner of that hand was none other than myself. I unleashed this palm strike with rage, a strike that shook the heavens and the earth, changing the color of the wind and clouds. Although the Ghost Shadow Step was powerful, how could it be stronger than my Flying Swallow Step?
Our palms collided, the energy surging. I stood still, completely unmoved, while the thirty-six members of the Ghost Cult scattered like sand in the wind.
Outside Liaoyin's meditation hall, the Emei Sect members all looked anxious, constantly glancing towards the tightly closed doors, anxiously awaiting news. The young nun Miaoru, her face now smooth of coldness, kept asking, "How is Master? How is she?"
I approached and comforted her, "Don't worry, your master is a lucky person, she'll be alright."
Perhaps because I had defeated the Ghost Cult disciples, this time the young nun wasn't cold towards me, nodding gently and saying, "Thank you for your kind words, benefactor."
At that moment, the door clicked open, and the exhausted Saintess Liaochen and three other members of the Seven Sages of Emei emerged. They were all pale and extremely weary. Miaoru hurriedly stepped forward and asked Liaochen, "Sect Leader, how is my master?"
Saintess Liaochen shook her head, saying, "Junior Sister's injuries are too severe, there's no hope of recovery."
Having seen through everything in the world, seeing her junior sister's impending death, her voice was filled with sorrow and pain. Hearing that Yin was about to perish, my heart ached. I said, "Sect Leader Liaochen, Feng Yang has some medical knowledge. May I, Feng, enter the room and take a look at Nun Liaoyin?"
Nun Liaochen looked at me in surprise, wanting to refuse, but then seemed to remember something and hesitated.
Liaozhi, hearing my words, quickly persuaded Liaochen, "Sect Leader, perhaps Mr. Feng truly has a way to save Junior Sister. Please let him take a look."
She was my woman, and ultimately, she was on my side.
Liaochen said, "Alright."
Actually, I had no medical skills whatsoever. I simply thought that the 'Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Technique' had the power to seize the creation of heaven and earth, and perhaps it could save Liaoyin. Liaoyin was a beautiful and charming woman; it would be such a pity for her to die like this. The next chapter is even more exciting, please stay tuned.
Volume 2, Chapter 4: The Lewdness of Emei (Sixteen)
After I entered, Liao Chen's usually indifferent face became extremely complicated. Liao Zhi asked in confusion, "Sect Leader, what's wrong?"
Liao Chen didn't answer Liao Zhi's question, but just looked at her. His eyes were incredibly clear, as if they could see through all the illusions of the world. Liao Zhi felt very uncomfortable under that gaze. In front of Liao Chen, she felt completely naked, she had no secrets left. Liao Zhi suddenly trembled and exclaimed, "Could it be that the Sect Leader already knows about my affair with Tian Lang?"
She didn't know why she thought that way, but she had that feeling in her heart. Just
as Liao Chen was about to say something, she suddenly felt someone in the room using a vast amount of true energy to form a true energy shield, isolating everything that was happening in the room. Liao Chen was shocked when she saw this. She roughly knew what was about to happen in the room, and kept chanting, "Namo Amitabha Buddha..."
without paying any more attention to Liao Zhi. Liao Zhi was secretly amazed to see that the usually calm and composed Sect Leader had suddenly become so "abnormal".
Liaochen is a peerless Buddhist nun, possessing the true essence of Mahayana Buddhism. Her spiritual awareness is boundless, and all demons and monsters in the world cannot hide before her discerning eyes. The moment she saw me, she discovered I carried a demonic seed. Although she didn't know what kind of demonic seed I carried, she foresaw that this would be a calamity for Emei Sect, which is why she arranged to meet me, hoping that her profound Buddhist cultivation could eliminate the demonic seed within me. Unfortunately, these past few days have been turbulent for Emei Sect, and she hadn't arranged to meet me until now. When I just asked to treat Weiyin, she had a general idea of what was going to happen.
Buddhism has five precepts: not killing, not stealing, not committing adultery, not lying, and not drinking alcohol. These five precepts are the most basic conduct of Buddhist disciples. She knew that if she agreed to let the man save Liaoyin, Liaoyin's decades of meditation might be ruined. But now, only the man could save her, which is why she hesitated when she heard the man offer to treat Weiyin.
Things didn't go as smoothly as Nun Liaochen had anticipated.
Nun Liaoyin, having been healed by Liaochen and the others, had awakened. Seeing me enter, she asked in surprise, "Why has Benefactor Feng come in?"
I went straight to her bedside and said sincerely, "I've come to see you."
My body was almost touching the voluptuous nun. Never before had a man been so close to her; the voluptuous nun felt somewhat awkward, but too embarrassed to say so directly. She simply shifted her body slightly and bowed, saying, "Liaoyin hasn't yet thanked Hero Feng for saving her." The
voluptuous nun was well-educated and exuded an intellectual beauty.
The man smiled and said, "It's nothing, just a small favor."
He paused, looking at the intellectual nun, and sighed, "Unfortunately, I still couldn't save you."
As he spoke, he moved closer and closer, until he was almost touching the voluptuous nun's body. Although there were several layers of fabric between them, the man could clearly feel the soft, smooth texture of the intellectual nun's skin. Feeling the man's earnest and passionate gaze, the intellectual nun became even more uncomfortable. Her jade-like face flushed, and she knew it must be bright red. As the man approached, she involuntarily shifted her body slightly to maintain distance, offering a polite bow and saying, "Thank you."
The movement aggravated her injury, causing her to cough violently.
Seeing this, the man hurriedly asked, "Are you alright?"
He then tried to massage her back, but the nun reacted as if she had encountered a venomous snake or beast, avoiding him with fear, saying in a panic, "Please, benefactor Feng, have some self-respect."
The man was taken aback, "You…" The
nun bowed slightly, saying, "Benefactor, there is a difference between men and women, and besides, I am a member of the Buddhist community." She
paused, then offered another polite bow, saying, "I thank you for your kindness. If you have nothing else, please leave. I need to rest."
She realized the man was moving closer and closer; she was now at the very end of the bed, with nowhere left to hide. The well-educated nun, with her graceful bearing, was incapable of reprimanding a man.
Moving her only made her cough worse. This time, the man didn't heed her wishes to stay still; instead, he forcefully pulled her close, making her lie in his arms as he gently massaged her back. His tender and caring gesture revealed his gentle nature. The nun, both ashamed and anxious, tried to break free, but couldn't. She could only lie in his broad embrace, letting him massage her back. Gradually, her breathing eased, and the man released her. He knew he couldn't be too hasty with someone as virtuous and respectful as Liaoyin, who always adhered to Buddhist rules. As the saying goes, "Haste makes waste." As
he released her, the nun pouted, "How could you..."
She found his actions extremely shameful, and the nun couldn't finish her sentence. The man feigned ignorance, asking, "What's wrong with that?"
The intelligent nun, her face flushed, looked at the man's annoying expression and, feeling annoyed, blurted out, "Putting me in your arms? Don't you know there's a difference between men and women, especially since I'm a nun?"
A blush rose to her fair face. Seeing the nun's girlish anger, the man chuckled, unconcerned, and said, "As a nun, you should know that saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. I, Feng, cannot bear to see people suffer. Even if it were a stranger in danger, I would do my utmost to help, let alone you, nun."
The man was eloquent, and the nun couldn't argue with him. She could only sulk, her face red with anger, forgetting even about chasing him away.
The two remained silent for a moment, the atmosphere somewhat heavy. Suddenly, the man said, "Master, let me heal your wounds."
The wise nun, already aware from Chen and the others that her injuries were beyond saving, was taken aback to hear that the man could heal her. She pointed at the man in astonishment and exclaimed, "You…!"
Having practiced Buddhism for many years, she held a very detached view of life and death and didn't care much about it.
The man nodded affirmatively and said, "I, Feng, possess the secret art of Yin and Yang, which is profoundly rooted in the workings of heaven and earth. I can heal your serious injuries, but I don't know if you, nun, would be willing?"
The intelligent nun asked doubtfully, "The secret art of Yin and Yang? What kind of secret art is that?"
The man slowly said, word by word, "The Great Method of Yin and Yang Dual Cultivation."
Upon hearing this, the well-read and intelligent nun's face immediately turned bright red, and she hurriedly refused, saying, "That won't do."
The man asked curiously, "Why?"
The intelligent nun looked at the man and asked, "Your secret art of Yin and Yang is roughly similar to the 'using Yin to guide Yang' method recorded in the books, isn't it?" The 　　man
truthfully replied, "That's right."
The nun said, "This Yin-Yang technique can only be practiced between husband and wife. I am not related to you, and I am a nun."
The man advised, "Even ants cling to life, nun. We should hurry and heal our wounds, otherwise, delaying the best time for healing will be disastrous."
The wise nun said, "Life is death, and death is life. Liaoyin is but a crippled body, what is there to worry about! If Liaoyin's centuries-old reputation is ruined because of her, wouldn't Liaoyin become a sinner for Emei for all time?"
Hearing the nun's words, the man was furious. He pointed at the wise nun and said angrily, "You..." He
was speechless with anger. The wise nun said, "Liaoyin's mind is made up. Thank you for your kindness."
I never expected that Liaoyin, who was always kind to others, would have such a strong personality.
Hearing this, the man sighed and said, "Alright."
Hearing the man's words, the nun, Liaoyin, lowered her guard. Just as she relaxed, the man, who had already stood up, suddenly turned around with lightning speed, his right hand swiftly tapping her body several times. The intelligent nun was startled and asked, "What do you want to do?"
The man forcefully said, "No matter what, I will save you today. I will never let you die like this."
He then pulled the voluptuous and beautiful nun close, his hand reaching inside her grey nun's robe.
Volume Two, Chapter 4: The Lewdness of Emei (Seventeen)
In the tranquil and peaceful Buddhist sanctuary, a woman's extremely comfortable "hmm" groaned emanated. Undoubtedly, that sound came from the always elegant and dignified intelligent nun. Once the man's hand was inside the nun's clothes, he got straight to the point, his right hand covering her full, smooth breasts, gently caressing and playing with them, his movements domineering yet full of tenderness. The strange heat emanating from the man's palm surged through her chest muscles and into her heart, instantly sending a wave of unprecedented sensation through her body—a tingling, numb feeling that drove her to madness.
The demure nun tried to struggle, but her body was paralyzed. She could only watch helplessly as the man's hands ravaged her chest, asking in shock and anxiety, "What are you doing?"
The nun was dignified and elegant, her rebuke righteous and indignant. The shameless man felt a pang of guilt upon seeing this, but his hands did not stop, continuing to caress the demure nun's smooth, silky body, saying, "I'm saving you!"
Such an unusually lewd act gave him such a convenient excuse.
To the nun, who strictly adhered to Buddhist precepts, the man's caresses were a desecration of Buddha. She cried out, "Let go! I don't want my treatment!"
The man replied, "No matter what, I must save you today. It would be such a pity for such a beautiful woman to die like that."
His lewd tone and actions made him seem like a lecherous thief.
As the man continued his fondling, the nun's robes loosened, revealing her dazzlingly white skin. Her skin was as translucent as jade, so smooth it seemed to drip with moisture. The man exclaimed, "So white!" The
nun could sense that his praise was genuine. Normally, women of all ages and appearances enjoy being praised, ideally described as celestial fairies. But the man's praise filled the nun with immense shame. She was a nun; how could he say such things? The nun spoke directly, "Insolence!"
The man suddenly became more devout, saying, "Female Bodhisattva, every word I spoke came from the bottom of my heart."
Knowing she was a female Bodhisattva, how could he treat her like that, so disrespectfully defile the body of a Buddhist nun? The intelligent nun grew angrier the more she thought about it, coldly saying, "Go away, I don't need your treatment."
The man, sitting on the bed, pulled the immobile nun into his arms, laughing, "Female Bodhisattva, isn't there a saying in Buddhism, 'Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda'? I'm only trying to do good, so please grant my request."
He whispered the last sentence in her ear. Their bodies embraced, their movements like lovers whispering sweet nothings.
This scoundrel dared to desecrate a Buddhist saying like this! The nun grew angrier the more she thought about it, coldly saying, "Let go, I'd rather die than let you save me."
As soon as she finished speaking, a groan of extreme pleasure escaped her lips, but she forced herself to remain silent. The man's hand had already slipped past her lower abdomen and reached the mysterious realm between her legs, where his right hand was now playing with it.
His caresses were like a clear mirror reflecting into her heart; his fingers had actually penetrated there, the sensation searing her soul. The wise nun, having cultivated the Buddhist 'Formless Sutra' for many years, possessed a mental fortitude far surpassing that of ordinary people. Although the man's caresses gave her unparalleled, unprecedented pleasure, the resolute nun still endured it, her tone turning cold as she said, "If you do that again, I'll die."
The wise nun's words instantly extinguished the lustful thoughts rising in the man's heart. The man withdrew his hand from the nun's private parts, pleading, "Alright, alright, I won't do that anymore. I'll let go. Please, please don't."
Seeing the man's fearful expression, the intelligent nun felt a surge of emotion, thinking, "It seems he's not so lustful after all; he's quite worried about himself."
Though she thought this, she coldly said, "Go!"
Her tone was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation. She implied that if the man didn't leave, she would bite her tongue and commit suicide.
The man glanced at the intelligent nun, who was about to die without his care, and said with immense heartache, "You…"
unable to utter another word. Seeing the man's sorrowful eyes, the wise nun felt a surge of emotion welling up within her, instantly filling her heart. Her initially resolute heart softened with gratitude, and she sighed, "Thank you for your kindness, benefactor." Knowing the nun
's unwavering devotion to Buddhist meditation, and seeing her mind made up, the man didn't press her further, sighing, "Alright, I'll go."
Watching the man slowly walk away, the nun felt a sense of relief. The lecherous man was gone; it should have been a cause for celebration, but for some reason, she couldn't feel happy.
Suddenly, the man turned back and said to the nun, "Before I leave, I have a few words to say to you."
Seeing him turn around, the nun's heart leaped with joy, her face lighting up with delight. "Go ahead," she said,
seemingly no longer rejecting the lecherous man she had once avoided. The man said seriously, "You're too heartless."
The nun, momentarily confused, asked in surprise, "What did you say?"
The man repeated, "I said you're too heartless."
The solemnity of his tone left no room for doubt in his sincerity. The intellectual nun asked, puzzled, "What do you mean by that?"
The man replied, "Do you know how terribly Miaoru feels about you being injured while saving her?"
The intellectual nun stammered, "I..."
The man continued, "If anything happened to you, I think she'd never have a good life."
Hearing this, the intellectual nun hesitated, "This..."
Miaoru was someone she had raised herself; she knew her stubborn nature very well. The man glanced at the intellectual nun and continued, "Miaoru is proud and strong-willed. If she knew something had happened to you, I think she wouldn't be happy, maybe..."
The intellectual nun knew Miaoru was incredibly stubborn and prone to overthinking. If she died, Miaoru would most likely die with her. Just as she was about to say something, the man said, "Tell me, aren't you incredibly heartless?"
Every word the man spoke was like a hammer striking the intellectual nun's carefully guarded heart. Her deliberate defenses were peeled away layer by layer by the man's sharp words, becoming utterly insignificant. Hearing the man's words, the wise nun nodded in agreement. The man said, "Buddhism is compassionate, saving all sentient beings from suffering. How can you harm your young disciple for your faith?"
The wise nun retorted, "I didn't, I didn't."
Years of religious faith were now inextricably linked to her beloved disciple's life or death. If the man didn't save her, her disciple might do something foolish; if he did, her years of arduous practice would be ruined. Between the two, who was right and who was wrong? She didn't know. Her mind was in turmoil, a battle raging within her. Seeing the wise nun's reaction, a smile flickered across the man's lips. The man was quick-witted; when the wise nun asked him to leave, he had already devised a way to break through her defenses. That was through her beloved disciple, Little Master Miaoru. From the scene of the nun sacrificing herself to save Little Master Miaoru, and Miaoru's unbearable grief upon seeing her injured, the man knew the bond between the master and disciple was very deep. From his several encounters with the young nun Miaoru, the man knew that this aloof nun had an extremely strong personality. The only way to break through the nun's mental boundaries was through Miaoru. His plan worked, and although he was somewhat pleased, seeing the nun in such pain made him feel uneasy. Despite
his inner turmoil, to save the nun, he coldly said against his will, "You have it, and you won't let me save you." The nun's
face grew increasingly contorted in pain, and finally, as if she were about to go mad, she said, "Don't say anymore, don't say any more, I accept your treatment."
Upon hearing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay." Just when the man thought the nun had compromised, she said, "However..."
The man asked nervously, "However what?"
(Volume 2, Chapter 4, "The Devil's Desire," Chapter 18)
The beautiful, intelligent nun glanced at the man and said, "We'll only allow this once. Don't come looking for me again."
Hearing this, the man was shocked and said, "What?" "
Undoubtedly, the man's possessiveness is extremely strong. He believes that beautiful things should be completely possessed, and that time is infinite. Hearing the nun's resolute words, he was momentarily overwhelmed.
Seeing the man still hesitating, the intelligent nun pressed, 'Will you agree or not? If you don't agree, I'd rather die than let you treat me.'
The man knew from the nun's solemn expression that she was serious; if he didn't agree, she really wouldn't let him help her.
The man looked at the increasingly beautiful nun and thought, 'This beauty before me is intelligent and charming, and her full, smooth body is incredibly beautiful. If she dies now, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I'll possess her first, and deal with the rest later. At worst, I can plant 'dragon yang energy' inside her during intercourse; I don't believe she won't come looking for me on her own later.'
He chuckled smugly to himself, but the despicable man's face showed a look of great regret and sorrow, and he sighed deeply, 'Alright.'" "
After saying that, his face flashed with excitement as if by magic, and he laughed, "Then I'll heal your wounds now."
His expression was nothing like that of a doctor with a compassionate heart, but rather like that of a lecherous thief.
Seeing the man's excited expression, the intelligent nun's jade-like face flushed with shyness, and she said hastily, "So soon!"
Clearly, she wasn't ready. The man said solemnly, "Yes, your injuries are very serious, and if we delay any longer, your life may be in danger."
Although he said that, his eyes were fixed on the two red grapes that stood proudly on the nun's breasts, which were exposed by her exposed bosom.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and his eyes shone with an unprecedented light. He said somewhat incoherently because of his excitement, "Then, then let's begin quickly." "
After speaking, the man sat down beside the virtuous nun. His trembling hands, gripping her shoulders, slowly pried open her nun's robes, revealing her alabaster-white body inch by inch until she was completely naked. As the man's hands touched her shoulders, the nun became incredibly nervous, watching her clothes being stripped away piece by piece, her virginal body exposed before him. Her heart pounded, and her breasts trembled, beckoning to him.
The nun was gentle and beautiful, her face as clear as jade, her eyebrows like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn water, her nose like jade, her lips like red cinnabar. Her oval face was flawless; her exquisite beauty was enough to place her among the ranks of the most beautiful women in the world. (The last sentence appears to be a separate, unrelated statement: "Post-natal beauty enhancements...") This added to the already captivating beauty of the nun, who exuded an air of intellectual erudition. This aura, perfectly complementing her beauty, created a unique and unparalleled allure. The daily care given to the nun not only endowed her with a beautiful face but also bestowed upon her natural beauty. Beneath her nun's robes, the nun's figure was full and graceful, her skin snow-white and delicate, almost translucent. Although her body was full, it was not bloated; not an ounce of flesh could be seen. Her breasts, as large as bowls, stood proudly erect, and her full hips undulated gracefully, round and pert—truly the epitome of "ample breasts and plump hips."
The nun felt the man's burning gaze, her heart filled with shame. She thought, "I never imagined that I, one of the seven great nuns of Emei, would one day be seen naked by a man."
A few blushes rose on her delicate face. She turned away, but suddenly heard a strange noise beside her. Opening her eyes, she saw a man sniffing her. Confused, she asked, "What are you doing?" The
man's nostrils twitched. "It smells so good," he said. "That fragrance seems to be coming from you."
The intelligent nun blushed even more, saying shyly, "I was born with a strange fragrance; it's natural for my body to smell sweet."
The man said, puzzled, "That's quite a wonder of the world. I'll call you Xiang'er from now on."
The intelligent nun said, "How can I? I'm a nun; I've severed all ties to the world."
The man embraced the beautiful nun tenderly, saying, "How about today?"
He knew she was devoted to Buddhism and adhered strictly to the principles of Buddhist meditation. He loved her and respected her. Hearing his warm, affectionate words, the usually strict nun softened and sighed, "Alright." Upon hearing this
, the man was overjoyed. He knew that the nun's willingness to make such a concession meant that he already held a place in the heart of this devout Buddhist nun. Although this love was only a little, it was incredibly precious to the man. He exclaimed joyfully, "Good Xiang'er, you're so kind!"
Seeing the man's happiness, the nun, for some reason, also felt happy, and a radiant smile appeared on her face.
With a captivating smile, the man, seeing the nun's smile that could eclipse the heavens and earth, exclaimed in adoration, "Xiang'er, you are truly beautiful!"
The intelligent nun, upon hearing this, was startled, utterly bewildered. This time, hearing the man's praise, the intelligent nun felt no shame, but rather overwhelming joy, which puzzled her greatly. She was a Buddhist nun, supposed to be detached from worldly desires, beauty being ugliness, ugliness being beauty, all illusions; how could she be happy? As a Buddhist, she shouldn't be happy to hear a man's praise, but should remain indifferent.
The man, observing the intelligent nun's bewilderment and possessing considerable knowledge of Buddhist principles, pondered for a moment, understanding the nun's reaction. He then said, "Silly Xiang'er, today you are no longer an Emei nun, but my Xiang'er, a woman of the mortal world."
The man's words were like a wake-up call, awakening the intelligent nun from her obsession. The wise nun, now fully aware of her situation, immediately felt relieved and bowed slightly to the man, saying, "Thank you."
The man hummed in response, "Your injuries are severe and cannot be delayed. I will begin treating you now."
With a healing mindset, the wise nun, upon hearing the man's words, hummed in agreement and lay down on the bed. A woman's innate shyness caused the usually composed and learned nun to close her eyes, one hand covering her chest, the other concealing her pubic area. After a long while, seeing no movement from the man, she heard a rustling sound. The nun, her eyes still closed, unconsciously turned her head towards the source of the sound and saw the man undressing. His clothes were scattered on the floor, and he was now only wearing underwear.
The nun exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing? Why are you taking off your clothes?"
The man nearly fainted upon hearing this. The Emei Sect was truly a menace; they hadn't provided any basic sex education. From the young nun Miaofa to the Holy Nun Liaoyin who led the Emei sect, none of them understood even the simplest things. Perhaps the founder of the Emei sect was a completely inexperienced young nun.
Emei has existed for over four hundred years, but apart from a few, very few in the martial arts world know who its founder was. The founder was an extremely mysterious figure; no one knew who she was or where she came from, only that she was a very beautiful young nun with high martial arts skills. After founding Emei, she remained secluded in the mountains, never appearing in the martial arts world. The man stared blankly at her and asked, "Don't you need to take off your clothes for that kind of thing?"
The intelligent nun immediately understood, her pretty face flushing red with shame. Just as she was still immersed in shame, she suddenly felt a heavy breathing beside her, and a hot breath near her ear. The beautiful nun, still possessing a lingering spiritual awareness, knew the man had already hidden himself in her bed, and was now lying beside her, a nun of the Buddhist order. (
Volume 2, Chapter 4: The Lewdness of Emei (19))
The man's burning breath entered her heart, transforming into a surge of heat that coursed through her. The nun's tranquil mind was momentarily shaken by the heat, but then a solemn and peaceful aura welled up from within, like water extinguishing a raging fire, calming her restless heart once more. The man looked at the nun with a strange expression. Since he had practiced the Dragon Yang Divine Skill, no woman had been able to resist his Dragon Yang aura (the heat inhaled into the nun's body). Yet, the nun was completely unaffected by him. The man thought, "If I don't use some tricks today, it will be difficult to win over this celestial beauty."
The man moved closer and closer, stopping only when he was almost touching the nun's smooth, jade-like body. He knew it was not advisable to push the nun, who was devoted to Buddhism, too hard. The cool, delicate skin felt incredibly soft and soothing, and the man's long-suppressed desire erupted. He turned and showered the intelligent nun with a passionate kiss. The nun initially wanted to resist, but then thought, "Didn't I promise him I'd let him heal my wounds? Let it be."
With that thought, she lay on the bed, letting the man do as he pleased.
Her fragrant, jade-like skin was a delicacy for the man. Countless teeth marks and saliva dripped from her smooth, silky skin.
The man grew increasingly disappointed with each kiss, for no matter how he kissed her, the beautiful nun remained unmoved, showing no sign of passion. This left the man somewhat disheartened. This tasteless lovemaking was like chewing wax, utterly devoid of pleasure. Never before had a woman remained unmoved by his advances. The man thought, "I've seen countless women; I refuse to believe you won't be moved."
His rich experience gave him immense confidence. He shifted his body, hovering above the graceful figure of the intellectual nun Lingling. He opened his mouth wide and took her full, high breasts into his mouth, sucking gently.
At first, the nun remained motionless, like a lifeless corpse. Only when the man gently bit the two red grapes on her breasts did the beautiful nun let out a soft moan. The man clearly felt her heart pounding, which gave her a strong sense of confidence. She thought, "So you're not an impenetrable fortress after all."
A hot, tingling sensation emanated from where the man was sucking, making the nun's heart flutter and her soul tremble. Looking down, she saw the man's enormous member pressing against her smooth, jade-like legs. As she twisted her body slightly, her legs swayed beneath it, as if rubbing against it. The thing grew hotter and larger, like a red-hot iron rod, its heat threatening to burn her skin. Affected by the enormous object, the nun's body twisted involuntarily, and a low moan escaped her lips.
This stunning nun, having cultivated the Mahayana Buddhist teachings of the *Wu Xiang Jing* since childhood, possessed profound Buddhist wisdom and had seen through the illusions of the world. She viewed all things with detachment, and love and desire were but fleeting clouds in her eyes. Therefore, she showed no sign of being moved by the man's teasing. However, when the man used the supreme *Yin Yang Technique*, passed down from the ancient *Dragon Demon Cave*, the usually dignified Buddhist nun could no longer resist.
Seeing the beautiful nun's reaction, the man was overjoyed and became even more vigorous, his mouth ravaging every inch of the exquisite nun's body, while his demonic hands caressed her flesh. Once the breach in one's heart is opened, it is difficult to close. Like an ant breaching a dam, the desire aroused by the man's teasing poured into the beautiful nun's heart like a flood. The stunningly beautiful nun clearly saw her ample breasts being held in the man's hands, wantonly played with. The smooth flesh overflowed between his fingers, her full breasts changing shape. She was a nun, and shouldn't be doing this, but Buddha, his caresses were truly too pleasurable. The beautiful nun involuntarily arched her body, offering her ample breasts to the lustful man's hands.
In the peaceful and tranquil meditation room, on the large wooden bed, a handsome man lay on top of a beautiful, captivating nun. He wantonly played with her body, and the beautiful nun, as a nun, showed no resistance, instead yielding to him. The movements, initially restrained, escalated into wild abandon. The stunning nun continued to arch her smooth body, her breasts rubbing wantonly against the man's chest muscles, her hands, at his insistence, manipulating his unicorn-like penis. The man's lust surged to infinity, his breath hot, emitting a beastly roar. The nun's eyes were glazed, her jade-like lips uttering intoxicating moans. The beautiful nun, no longer suppressing her passion, let her pleasure run wild, her cries of ecstasy mingling with the man's heavy breathing. With a heart-wrenching scream of pain from the nun, the man's unicorn finally thrust in, possessing the beautiful nun he had wanted to take to bed the moment he first saw her. Gazing at the alluring nun beneath him, the man was thrilled, his invincible unicorn growing ever faster… wanting only to pierce the beautiful nun beneath him.
While one was immersed in the boundless pleasure of lovemaking, a pure sanctuary deep within the naturally intelligent nun's heart was painfully reflecting: "What's wrong with me? How could I do that? I'm a nun, I can't do this."
But the boundless pleasure surged through her body and soul like waves. The beautiful nun's body, under the man's caresses, swayed like a small boat on the waves, her entire body flushed with an intoxicating blush.
The man looked at the dignified and virtuous nun responding to him beneath him, and felt boundless pride. Yes, the beautiful nun had studied Buddhism since childhood, her mind serene, never knowing the meaning of pleasure. Now, under his caresses, she had become like a wanton woman—how could the man not be proud?
For a moment, she was overwhelmed by the waves, her springtime pleasure boundless…
While the beautiful nun was still immersed in the boundless pleasure of her orgasm, suddenly her body was flipped over, and she was now lying face down on the bed. The beautiful nun was stunned by this sudden change and turned to ask, "What do you want to do?"
The man didn't answer her, but simply caressed her smooth buttocks with his hands, occasionally patting them, sighing, "So plump, so beautiful!"
Although there was no actual intercourse, the man's gentle caresses brought her a different kind of pleasure at that moment. The man's hands continued to caress the beautiful nun's round, smooth buttocks, asking as he did so, "You know, the first time I saw you, I wanted to do this, to get you onto the bed, to look at your ass and touch you like this."
He then slapped her hard.
The slap brought a slight pain to her buttocks, but that pain transformed into boundless pleasure. The beautiful nun trembled involuntarily, and upon hearing the man's words, exclaimed, "You mean you want to do this with me... How can that be?"
The man said nonchalantly, "Baby, don't be afraid, it'll feel even better that way."
He then spread the beautiful nun's buttocks, which resembled garlic bulbs, and thrust in.
The unusual method brought a unique pleasure. As the dragon entered her, the beautiful nun trembled, letting out a soft, pleasurable moan. The man stood behind the intelligent nun, his hands on her waist... In an instant, the hut in the Buddhist temple was filled with the sounds of passion, the moans of the man and woman rising and falling, a scene of debauchery.
With a high-pitched cry, the beautiful nun collapsed onto the bed, drenched in fragrant sweat, her body still flushed with the afterglow of her climax. Exhausted, she lay there, not wanting to move a single hand. At this moment, she had forgotten her status, her jade-like hand naturally embracing the man to her right, the one who had brought her to the brink of ecstasy. In the final moment, the man roared, his essence gushing forth like a burst dam, flooding the beautiful nun's body. The nun trembled, clinging tightly to the man, accepting his onslaught. At this moment, their passion intertwined, inseparable, their desires intertwined.
The man's essence, drawing upon the very essence of the sun and moon, entered the nun's body and automatically circulated through a mysterious channel, repairing her injured body. The dual cultivation method the man learned at the 'Dragon Demon Cave' differed from the Taoist-inherited "dual cultivation with women" and the Western Region Buddhist "Joyful Meditation." However, the man's method was undoubtedly simpler and more practical. (Both "Joyful Meditation" and "dual cultivation with women" were considered supreme secret methods by both Taoism and Buddhism, extremely profound and prone to causing demonic possession. For example, the Taoist "dual cultivation with women" required a spiritual connection between the man and woman.)
The man, utterly exhausted, collapsed onto the beautiful nun's body, panting heavily. Looking at the pale, sweat-drenched, and extremely tired man, the beautiful nun was moved and said, "Thank you."
She then took over ... He wiped the sweat from his brow. The man said tenderly, "As long as you're alright, that's all that matters."
His words warmed the beautiful nun's heart like a gentle breeze. She said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
She was apologizing for not being able to be with him. The man knew why she had said that, and immediately said, "I respect your choice. Having experienced that moment, I have no regrets."
His forgiving words made the beautiful nun feel even more ashamed, and for a moment, they were both silent. After a long while, they both spoke at the same time: "Thank you!" The two
were stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly. The man spoke first. "You go first,"
the beautiful nun said, a blush rising to her jade-like face. "Nothing more, I just wanted to thank you."
The man chuckled, "Me too!"
They both burst into laughter.
After a long while, the beautiful nun said, "We should get up now; the sect leader and the others have been waiting."
The man sighed softly and reluctantly rose. Seeing the once spirited and dashing man so dejected, the beautiful nun felt a pang of sadness and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."
She had become deeply concerned for the man. The man said, "I really want to hold you like this forever." (She
removed her sacred nun's robes. ) The stunningly beautiful nun reverted to her ordinary appearance, sighing softly, "I also wish I could lie in your arms forever, never wanting to get up, but we can't. I am a Buddhist."
The man sighed deeply, "I know."
The beautiful nun, barely suppressing tears, said, "Thank you. Because of this, I have no regrets in this life."
The union of yin and yang, the pleasure of love, had miraculously bound them together.
Looking at the beautiful nun, a thought suddenly occurred to the man, and he said, "Alright, let's go out. Don't keep the nun waiting."
The nun nodded and followed the man out.
The ethereal and otherworldly nun, Liaochen, shone with an unprecedented light in her eyes, staring intently at the handsome man and the seemingly more radiant and intelligent nun, as if trying to see through them. The man seemed unfazed by the nun's gaze, remaining indifferent, though his eyes occasionally darted towards the head nun's body, his intentions unknown. The
intelligent nun, however, was less at ease. Before the head nun's alluring gaze, which seemed to see through all illusions, her heart blushed with shyness, her face flushed, and she lowered her head, unable to face Liaochen. Seeing this, Liaochen thought... "It seems my guess was right."
Half happy and half worried, she sighed inwardly and turned to the man, saying, "This humble nun has heard that Hero Feng studied under a high monk in his youth and has mastered the profound Buddhist teachings. Tonight, this humble nun will host a banquet at the Wuxiang Pavilion and invites Hero Feng to attend."
Who studied under a high monk? Feng Yang didn't seem to have one. The man vaguely felt that there was something wrong, but he was skilled and bold and didn't care at all. He said generously, "Alright, I, Feng, will definitely attend."
Volume 2, Chapter 4, The Desire of Demons, The Lewd Emei (20):
Yin and Yang Dual Cultivation Extremely Damages the Three Treasures of 'Essence, Qi, and Spirit'. After bidding farewell to the Holy Nun Liaochen, the man returned to his room alone and sat in meditation to recuperate. After nine cycles of cultivation, refining essence into qi, and qi into spirit, his strength had been restored. Just as he opened his eyes to wake, a deadly throwing knife suddenly flew in through the window. The knife grazed his eyebrow and flew towards the wall; had the man not possessed extraordinary spiritual awareness, this strike would have been fatal. I hate nothing more than despicable villains who attack from the shadows. Enraged, I snorted and shouted, "Don't run, you thief!"
I rushed out the window. In the courtyard, I saw a gray-clad figure fleeing into the distance in the northwest corner.
Enraged, the man's killing intent surged. He immediately used the 'Flying Swallow Technique,' moving like a swift swan, chasing after the black-clad figure. Although the gray-clad figure's lightness skill was formidable, it was no match for his… My unparalleled "Flying Swallow Movement Technique" closed the distance between us. I increased my skill further, and with a whoosh, I leaped in front of the gray-clad man, blocking his path.
At that moment, I finally saw who the attacker was. He was a man with an extremely strange appearance. His strangeness stemmed from two things. First, his clothing was bizarre. He wasn't a member of the Emei sect, yet he wore the coarse robes of an Emei nun. Women's clothing is usually too small, and it looked very awkward on a large man. Second, his appearance was grotesque. His face was deathly pale, devoid of any color, his cheeks were covered with multicolored spots, and his green hair shimmered with a green light in the sunlight.
I stared coldly at him and asked, "Who exactly are you? Why did you ambush me?"
The gray-clad man glanced at me with murderous intent and said, "Boy, you should never mess with anyone, but you had to mess with the Ghost Cult."
His tone was chilling; even though the sun was shining brightly, it still sent a shiver down my spine. I said, "Oh, you're from the Ghost Cult?"
I thought to myself, "No wonder you're dressed so strangely. "
The gray-clad man chuckled and said, "That's right, I am the Horse-Faced Messenger of the Ghost Cult. Today, I'm here on the orders of my Holy Master to take your dog's life."
Although the Ghost Cult's doctrines were peculiar, in my eyes it was still a local sect. But since Yin Feng Wang became the leader of the Ghost Cult, it had expanded recklessly, recruiting many evil demons and tyrants, committing all sorts of evil deeds. Its nature had changed, and I had categorized it as an evil cult. I thought to myself, "From now on, if I encounter anyone from the Ghost Cult, I'll kill them."
I looked at him with a cold smile and said, "Then we'll see what you're capable of." "
The horse-faced messenger coldly looked at me and said, 'Feng Yang, you shall die.'
With that, he pounced like a wolf. The instant he lunged, the temperature plummeted, and a dark mist enveloped the area. From within the mist, ten withered, white-glowing claws reached for me, shifting unpredictably, enveloping my vital points.
I laughed, 'Is this your 'Netherworld Ghost Claw'? With such petty tricks, you think you can kill me? You underestimate me, Feng Yang!'" "
In this world, I'm probably the only one who considers the 'Netherworld Ghost Claw,' one of the Ghost Gate's supreme martial arts, a mere trifle. To ridicule someone, one must first laugh at their strength. And I possess that strength." With a casual laugh, I waved my sleeve, and the dark clouds and mist vanished instantly. My strong hand emerged from my sleeve, meeting the Horse-Faced Envoy's attack. With a thud in the air, I lost my footing and stumbled back half a step. The Horse-Faced Envoy, reeling from the 'Dragon Yang True Power,' tumbled several times in mid-air before finally managing to deflect my force. Even after regaining his footing, he remained unsteady, taking several more steps back to regain his balance.
The Horse-Faced Envoy's pale face, veins bulging, stared intently at me, and asked, "What martial art do you use?" "
The 'Netherworld Ghost Claw' is extremely yin and cold. Apart from pure yang internal energy, no martial art can escape its influence. He has fought with me before and knows that my internal energy is mild in nature, unlike pure yang internal energy, yet it can withstand his 'Netherworld Ghost Claw'.
I said, 'What harm is there in telling you? What I learned is the 'Dragon Demon Yin Yang Divine Art'.'" "
That Yin-Yang Divine Skill, I made that up myself. My current skill is no longer the simple, purely yang Dragon Yang Divine Skill, so it can no longer be called 'Dragon Yang Divine Skill.' Now, after my internal energy underwent Yin-Yang dual cultivation with that beautiful master and disciple from the Heavenly Demon Sect in the Dragon Demon Cave, it has undergone a mutation, mixing a soft, feminine internal force within its yang energy, possessing the profound effects of both extreme yang and yin. The name 'Dragon Demon Yin-Yang Divine Skill' is perfectly fitting.
The horse-faced messenger kept chanting that name, 'Dragon Demon Yin-Yang Divine Skill,' as if he was trying to figure out its origin. So what if he knows? The brave are fearless. If the Ghost Cult comes, we'll meet them head-on. Besides, the 'Dragon Demon Yin-Yang Divine Skill' is something I created myself, so how could he possibly find out its origin?" I smiled calmly and said, "Don't even think about it. I've always heard that the Ghost Cult's martial arts are sinister and mysterious, with their most powerful technique being the 'Nine Nether Divine Skill.'" "I, Feng, would like to take this opportunity to learn your sect's renowned 'Nine Netherworld Divine Skill' today."
Actually, I'm putting him in a difficult position, because he doesn't know the Ghost Sect's 'Nine Netherworld Divine Skill' at all.
The Ghost Sect was founded on a book called the "Nine Netherworld Canon." This "Nine Netherworld Canon" is vast and profound, containing all the Ghost Sect's supreme martial arts. The 'Nine Netherworld Divine Skill,' which has always been praised by the Ghost Sect, is recorded on the last page of the "Nine Netherworld Canon." This Nine Netherworld Divine Skill is profound and mysterious, not everyone can learn it. Since the founding of the Ghost Sect, only a very few people have practiced it. Everyone who has learned the 'Nine Netherworld Divine Skill' is a leader who will revive the Ghost Sect. The current Ghost Sect leader, Yin Feng Wang, after ten years of seclusion, finally mastered the Nine Netherworld Divine Skill and was revered as a god by the Ghost Sect's followers. For a time, the Ghost Sect believed that the sect's great prosperity was on the horizon.
The Horse-Faced Envoy sneered and said, "One day it will be as you wish."
I asked in surprise, "You don't know it?" The horse -
faced messenger's face turned as red as a pig's liver. Just as he was about to speak, a delicate shout suddenly came from the right: "Horse-faced, you killed my whole family! Today, Xiao Wan'er has come to settle accounts with you!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a figure in yellow floated into the arena. The beautiful figure moved gracefully, leaving a lingering fragrance in the air.
As soon as the woman in yellow entered the arena, the lecherous demon's eyes lit up, and he thought to himself, "Beautiful clothes, but the person is even more beautiful." The woman in yellow
had a face like a peach blossom, her eyes, like autumn waters, captivating and alluring. Her snow-white skin was rosy and delicate, her figure slender and graceful, her breasts full and high, seemingly about to burst from her clothes. Her hips were full and rounded, undulating with every step, creating a mesmerizing sight. Her beautiful figure was complemented by a fashionable palace dress, crafted by Li Shiqian, hailed as the best tailor in Suzhou, which perfectly showcased the woman in green.
The woman in yellow wore her hair in a round bun, adorned with several gold hairpins, indicating her married status, and exuded an air of elegance and nobility. Upon entering the arena and seeing the horse-faced messenger, her face filled with hatred, wishing she could tear him apart, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Horse-faced demon, today I will avenge the massacre of my husband's family!"
The horse-faced envoy let out a grating laugh and said, "Madam Xiao, I spared your life last time, and now you've come back to seek death." The
beautiful Madam Xiao, her jade-like face ashen, coldly replied, "A husband's hatred is irreconcilable. If Xiao Wan'er can't kill you today, then I'll die with you atop Mount Emei."
A chilling aura of chastity and loyalty arose within her. Even men who were usually only interested in women felt a surge of admiration upon seeing this.
The horse-faced envoy chuckled and said, "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish." "
Having said that, he pounced on the beautiful woman. Madam Xiao also rushed forward without hesitation. Ever since I encountered the Horse-Faced Envoy, a question had been nagging at me. In the Ghost Cult, the Horse-Faced Envoy and the Ox-Headed Envoy were both ambassadors, so logically their martial arts should be roughly equal. However, the Horse-Faced Envoy's martial arts were more than two levels higher than the Ox-Headed Envoy's. Madam Xiao, a frail woman, was quickly overwhelmed after a few exchanges of punches and kicks. From the battlefield came the Horse-Faced Envoy's triumphant laughter, saying, "Since you're so ignorant of the situation, today I'll send you to join your dead husband." "
As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred in his palm. His ten fingers became the same as when he fought me earlier, white and long, and he grabbed at the beautiful woman.
The grab was fast and urgent, like a thunderbolt. The beautiful woman had just been hit by the Horse-Faced Envoy's palm, and she was already injured. She couldn't react in time and was about to die at the hands of the demon.
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The beauty was in trouble, but the great lewd demon, who always cherished women, did not help her. Instead, he stood by and watched.
I always felt that something was strange about this matter. The strange thing is that this Lady Xiao is..." "Up. I possess the Dragon Yang Divine Skill, my spiritual awareness reaching to the highest heavens and the deepest hells. It can be said that no one and nothing in this world can escape my discerning eye. Yet, Madam Xiao wasn't discovered until she was ten steps away. This shows that her cultivation has reached an extremely high level, practically unfathomable. With such profound cultivation, how could she be no match for the Horse-Faced Envoy, a mere third-rate expert? These questions in my mind prevented me from immediately making a move. Without being cautious, you'll never survive in the martial world."
No, it seems I misjudged. Madam Xiao doesn't possess any extraordinary martial arts skills, because she is indeed about to be injured by the Horse-Faced Envoy. The Horse-Faced Envoy's palm strike is called the "Soul-Chasing Hand," a powerful move that unlocks the limitless potential of the human body (but the user's life is also short after using it). Its power is incomparably strong; once unleashed, ghosts and gods wail, killing everything in its path. If I were to be struck by this palm strike, I'd probably need half a year to recover. Therefore, I believe my previous judgment was wrong. The fact that Madam Xiao could get ten steps behind me before I noticed her is due to her extraordinary talent and lightness. Such examples have appeared in the martial arts world before, like Wei Yixiao, one of the four great protectors of the Ming Cult, known as the "Green-Winged Bat King," who was exceptionally gifted, slender, and agile.
Beauty is meant to be cherished, how can one be so cruel? The lecherous demon appeared out of thin air, shielding Madam Xiao from the Bull-Faced Envoy's "Soul-Chasing Hand" attack. While the "Soul-Chasing Hand" was powerful, my "Dragon Yang Divine Skill" was no joke. With a loud thud, we both stumbled back several steps. The
beautiful woman, seeing me, was overwhelmed with gratitude, bowing deeply and saying, "This humble servant thanks you for saving me, sir."
Her magnificent palace dress was low-cut, revealing half of her full breasts and a patch of white hair as she bent over. The lecherous man stared, unable to look away. Madam Xiao, noticing the man's intense gaze on her chest, realized her lapse in decorum. Her jade-like face flushed crimson, and she gave him a reproachful look before quickly rising to her feet. Her eyes, like peach blossoms and shimmering autumn waters, exuded captivating charm. The lecherous man was stunned, only recovering his senses after a long while.
The horse-faced messenger snorted, "It's you again, kid." The man laughed and said, "I'm in charge of everything under the heavens. You, a grown man, are bullying a weak woman. This great hero can't stand it, so I have to intervene."
Haha, what kind of logic is this? Perhaps only Long Xiaotian would say such things that aren't those of a great hero. The horse-faced messenger was so angry that he was practically spitting fire, and he stammered, "You, you, you..."
He was too angry to speak.
After a short rest, the beautiful woman resumed her rage, shouting, "Horse-faced villain, you killed my husband! Xiao Wan'er will kill you!" She then lunged at the Horse-faced Envoy again. The man sighed and followed closely behind, protecting her. The woman's martial arts were weaker than the Horse-faced Envoy's, but fueled by hatred for her husband's murder, her attacks were reckless, designed to kill both herself and her enemy. The Horse-faced Envoy's "Soul-Chasing Hand" was unstoppable, its power increasing with each punch, its force radiating a chilling, menacing aura. Being a protector of a flower was no easy task. However, the scene was also quite sensual. Due to the close-quarters combat, their skin inevitably touched. The woman's skin was incredibly smooth, and while protecting her, the lecherous man's hands would occasionally grope her exquisite body. He didn't care about the reproachful looks she gave him.
Suddenly, the man shouted, "Watch out!" "
Madam Xiao is in danger again. Driven by revenge, she once again recklessly lunges at the Horse-Faced Envoy, this time using a sword technique from the Kongtong Sect, 'Jade Ancient Burns.' As the name suggests, this move is a deadly strike that kills both the attacker and the enemy. With her current skill, she is far from being able to control this ultimate move. This time, the beautiful woman uses it with unwavering resolve, her body moving with the sword, flying towards the Horse-Faced Envoy with lightning speed.
The Horse-Faced Envoy's 'Soul-Chasing Hand,' propelled by his immense power, surges towards Madam Xiao with astonishing force. The indestructible iron palm and the chillingly cold sword, the clash of these two ultimate moves, can only result in one outcome… mutual destruction. Just as the iron palm and the cold sword are about to collide, a white-clad figure suddenly appears in the arena. The white-clad figure tightly embraces the beautiful woman with his right arm, while his left hand meets the Horse-Faced Envoy's attack. With another thud, the Horse-Faced Envoy staggers back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and exclaims in horror, 'Nine Yang Divine Skill!'" "
The Nine Yang Divine Skill is extremely yang, the nemesis of all evil, yin-cold skills.
" The man sighed, "Is the Nine Yang Divine Skill the only yang skill in the world?"
He clearly looked down on the horse-faced envoy's ignorance. As he spoke, he still had the beautiful woman in his arms, his left hand caressing her smooth, slender waist. Even through the fabric, he could clearly feel her soft skin. The woman, surnamed Xiao, was both ashamed and angry at the man's frivolous actions, but helpless, because the man before her had once saved her life. Grateful for her savior, the beautiful woman could turn a blind eye to his excessive behavior. The horse-
faced envoy asked suspiciously, "And what about yours?" "
Clearly, he was trying his best to find out my background. After all, he had been in the martial world for decades, and his experience and knowledge had reached a certain level, so he didn't really believe the 'Dragon Demon Yin Yang Divine Skill' the man had fabricated earlier. When the horse-faced messenger asked this question, the beautiful woman in the man's arms also pricked up her ears and listened carefully. The man, who was already infatuated with the charming woman's beauty trap, did not notice this strange occurrence.
The man laughed and said, 'I won't tell you. Perhaps when the Ghost Cult leader, Yin Feng Wang, comes, I will tell him.'
The horse-faced messenger asked curiously, 'Why?'
The man laughed and said, 'Because you are not qualified.'
Upon hearing this, the horse-faced messenger's horse face became extremely ugly, and he said angrily, 'You are going too far!'
The man laughed and said, 'That's how the martial world is.'
The horse-faced messenger said, 'Today I will show you that I am not qualified.'" "
When he said this, the Horse-Faced Envoy's tone turned extremely cold. He was from the Ghost Cult, and his speech was already extremely cold, but when he said this, his tone suddenly became dozens of times colder than before. Every word sent chills down one's spine, and cold sweat poured down one's back.
Madam Xiao asked in surprise, "You secretly practiced the 'Nine Netherworld Divine Skill'?"
The Horse-Faced Envoy sized up Madam Xiao and said, "That's right."
His tone was strange, as if he respected Madam Xiao greatly, yet also as if he had gained some kind of support, and didn't take her seriously at all. Knowing the dangers of the martial world, the man became more wary.
Seeing that the man seemed suspicious and puzzled, Madam Xiao's anger immediately disappeared, replaced by her previous dignified and noble demeanor, and she kindly reminded the man, "Hero, be careful, that demon seems to have mastered the Ghost Cult's supreme martial art, the 'Nine Netherworld Divine Skill'."
The man laughed loudly and said, "Whether it's the Nine Netherworld Divine Skill or the Ten Netherworld Divine Skill, it becomes useless when it encounters this great hero." "Having said that, he took the opportunity to pull the breathtakingly beautiful woman in his arms even tighter, pressing her body against him without any barrier, and said tenderly, "Madam, today this great hero will avenge your husband."
Madam Xiao felt ashamed of the man's actions, her jade face as red as fire. Hearing that the man was willing to avenge her husband's family, she thanked him happily, saying, "On behalf of the Xiao family, I thank the great hero for upholding justice."
The man laughed loudly, "Upholding justice and eliminating evil is what we heroes should do. Madam, why be so polite!"
Although he said that, the lustful man's hands moved higher and higher, almost touching the beautiful woman's high breasts.
The kind woman then reminded him, "Great hero, be careful! That horse-faced villain practices the extremely yin and cold 'Nine Netherworld Divine Skill' of the Ghost Cult. Legend has it that only the 'Nine Yang Divine Skill' can break it. I wonder what martial arts the great hero will use to deal with him?" As she
spoke, her jade-like body swayed, her breasts gently caressing the lustful man's chest. The lustful man cherished women more than anything in his life, and hearing the beautiful woman's concern for him, his soul had already flown halfway away. He had completely forgotten the dangers of the martial world, and said, "My 'Dragon Yang Divine Skill,' in terms of masculinity, may not be inferior to the 'Nine Yang Divine Skill.' Madam, watch how I break his 'Nine Nether Divine Skill.'"
The Horse-Faced Messenger ignored our conversation, simply standing still, circulating his inner energy. Slowly, his body began to change; his hair stood on end, and wisps of chilling white mist emanated from him, emanating an extremely yin aura—the so-called 'yin' being the ultimate cold. Normally, I wouldn't give him a chance to gather his power, but at this moment, I wanted to test the power of the 'Nine Netherworld Divine Art,' revered by the Ghost Cult for centuries, and also to spend more time with the beautiful woman in my arms—after all, the opportunity for a beautiful woman to offer her milk was rare.
Perhaps it was when he finished circulating the 'Nine Netherworld Divine Art,' for after absorbing the white mist, the Horse-Faced Messenger arrogantly said to me, "Didn't you say you wanted to see our Holy Cult's 'Nine Netherworld Sacred Art'? Today I'll grant your wish."
With that, he pounced on me. The Nine Netherworld Divine Art, the most Yin technique in the world, was unleashed by the Horse-Faced Envoy. His already formidable aura from the "Soul-Chasing Hand" technique surged even higher, with waves of chilling energy emanating from him. His body was as white as snow, like the unmelting ice atop the Heavenly Mountains. As he attacked, the space itself shimmered with white vapor, unable to withstand his coldness. An incomparably powerful, chilling force surged from his palm like ocean waves, relentlessly attacking me wave after wave. The void rippled with his chilling power.
I was secretly terrified by the power of the Nine Netherworld Divine Art, knowing whether I could withstand it. I wished I had killed him before he finished unleashing his technique. The man felt a pang of regret. Since the challenge had arrived, he had to face it.
He pushed the beautiful woman in his arms aside, saying, "Madam, you stay aside. I'll test his 'Nine Netherworld Divine Art'." He
stepped forward without hesitation. It was unclear who would win between Longyang and Jiuyou.
Volume 2, Chapter 4: The Lewdness of Emei (Twenty-Two)
The man channeled his full power into the 'Longyang Divine Skill' to meet the horse-faced messenger. The extremely yang and powerful 'Longyang Divine Skill' in the man's hands was incredibly potent. The golden light formed from the Longyang true energy was dazzling and intense, with surging heat waves, possessing an aura that could melt everything in the world and was unstoppable. The two completely different forces collided in the void with a loud crash, the sky instantly darkening, and the ground beneath their feet trembling.
With the man's loud laughter, the darkness dissipated, and the sky returned to clarity, but the auras of the two powerful forces still lingered in the arena, sometimes cold, sometimes hot, intertwining. The man laughed heartily, saying, "The Ghost Cult's 'Nine Nether Divine Skill' truly lives up to its name. I wonder if you still have the strength to withstand another palm strike from me?"
The man's voice was full of energy, clearly uninjured. The horse-faced messenger snorted, "Fine, I'll take you on. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
He spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly seriously injured. Seeing this, the man laughed, "Since you're already injured, it would be dishonorable for me to fight you further. You should leave you for Madam Xiao."
The horse-faced messenger was stunned, "What?"
He clearly hadn't expected the man to say that. The man, however, wore a mysterious expression at his bewilderment.
The man turned to the alluring Madam Xiao, flattering her, "Madam, I've severely injured the horse-faced demon. You can go and kill him now to avenge your husband."
Madam Xiao looked at me with teary eyes, her expression quite strange, and then said, "I thank you, Hero Feng."
Madam Xiao turned back to the horse-faced messenger and said, "Horse-faced villain, today is your death day."
She then slowly drew her sword.
For some reason, the horse-faced envoy's expression turned extremely solemn as he asked, "Do you really want to kill me?"
There seemed to be something else in his words, but the man was only focused on the beautiful woman with her graceful figure and didn't notice. Madam Xiao gritted her teeth and said, "You demon, you killed my husband's entire family! My hatred runs deep, how could I not kill you? Die!"
With that, she moved like a flying arrow, her body and sword becoming one, shooting towards the horse-faced envoy.
The horse-faced envoy roared with boundless fury, "Since you are so ruthless, don't blame me for being ruthless too!" He
then let out a wild roar, shouting, "Nine Netherworld Divine Art!" As he
finished speaking, his hair and beard bristled, and a chilling white mist erupted. The horse-faced envoy, who was channeling his power, suddenly changed his expression drastically, exclaiming in horror, "I..."
Seeing this, the man laughed and said, "Your internal organs have been shattered by my supreme Yang power. Madam, go! Now is your chance for revenge!"
Before he finished speaking, Madam Xiao's sword had already pierced through the horse-faced envoy's body. The horse-faced messenger clearly felt his blood flowing out of his body, the excruciating pain numbing his entire being. He wanted to move, but couldn't. He stared at Madam Xiao in disbelief, pointing at her, and said incredulously, "You…"
Before he could finish speaking, Madam Xiao drew her sword, and the horse-faced messenger collapsed.
After killing the horse-faced messenger, Madam Xiao approached the man and bowed in gratitude, saying, "This concubine thanks Master Feng for saving my life."
This time, she lowered her waist even further, revealing large portions of her full, snow-white breasts several times, a sight to behold. The man, being a master, while feasting his eyes on the beautiful woman, also remembered to ask his question: "By the way, the horse-faced messenger's words were a bit strange."
Hearing this, Madam Xiao's body trembled, and she tentatively asked, "How so?"
The man recalled, "He just said 'You really want to kill him,' and…"
Before he could finish, Madam Xiao's face twitched, turning deathly pale, and her body swayed as if about to collapse. The man quickly helped her up, asking with concern, "Madam, what's wrong?"
The beautiful woman leaned into his arms, sobbing, "I was just struck by the Horse-Faced Envoy's palm; I might be injured."
Her body went limp, collapsing into his embrace, her soft, fragrant flesh pressed against his, her full breasts rubbing against his chest. The lustful man, after seeing the woman like that, forgot everything was wrong. He pulled the stunning woman into his arms, exclaiming, "The Soul-Chasing Hand!" The
'Soul-Chasing Hand' was one of the Ghost Sect's unique techniques, possessing a distinctive energy. Besides unleashing a person's potential, it also damaged blood vessels once inside the body, making it incurable.
Hearing "Soul-Chasing Hand," I was startled and quickly said, "Come here, let me heal you."
I helped the beautiful woman to the side and sat down to heal her. With a mind free of attachments, devoid of self and others, one must be extremely careful not to be disturbed while healing and circulating internal energy. Even the slightest disturbance could cause the two practitioners to suffer a qi deviation. Therefore, martial artists always have someone protect them during seclusion and healing.
However, just as we sat down and I began channeling my inner energy to heal Madam Xiao, a figure silently appeared behind me. This person was strangely dressed, with multicolored hair, clearly a member of the Ghost Cult. For some reason, Madam Xiao, sitting in front, noticed first and cried out, "Hero Feng, be careful!"
The moment her warning faded, I suddenly threw a stone containing my supremely yang and invincible Dragon Yang True Energy. Swift as lightning, it shot towards the Ghost Cult member behind me like a meteor, piercing him through. With the threat behind me gone, I reminded her, "Quickly calm your mind, relax your whole body, and let my inner energy circulate within you."
Hearing my words, Madam Xiao immediately relaxed, allowing my inner energy to circulate within her. The power of Yin and Yang truly possesses the miraculous power to seize the very essence of heaven and earth. My true energy circulated within Madam Xiao's body for only one cycle, and the damage inflicted on her by the 'Soul-Chasing Hand' was immediately healed.
After the healing, the two stood up. Madam Xiao seemed to have suddenly lost her purpose, looking utterly bewildered. I asked, "Madam, now that you have avenged your great enemy, where are you going?"
Madam Xiao said blankly, "My great revenge has been achieved, but I don't know where to go now."
The man kindly said, "Why don't you come with me to Mount Emei?"
The man's eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman's chest, and it was unclear what he was thinking. Madam Xiao asked hesitantly, "Is this convenient?"
The man laughed, "Of course, it's convenient."
Madam Xiao seemed oblivious to the man's lustful gaze and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Hero Feng."
The man hummed in agreement and said, "It's still quite a distance to Mount Emei from here. You've just recovered from your serious injuries, so I'll carry you up the mountain." He then
reached out to carry the beautiful woman. From the man's lustful gaze, anyone with eyes could see what he was up to.
However, the alluring and beautiful woman showed no awareness of being a lamb entering a tiger's den. Instead, she said gratefully, "Thank you, Hero Feng."
She then leaned against the man's chest, her jade-like hand gently around his neck. The man also took the opportunity to pull the beautiful woman into his arms and carried her step by step up the mountain.
The head of the Nangong family was a prominent figure in the martial arts world, and the Emei Sect had provided him with a small, independent courtyard. Due to the rugged mountain path and their slow pace, both the man and the beautiful woman were drenched in sweat when they reached their room. The man was unaffected, but the woman, covered in fragrant sweat, had her thin silk dress clinging to her jade-like body, revealing every detail of her exquisite figure. Her curves were exquisite, and her two rosy nipples pressed tightly against the fabric, fully displaying her form. The man blushed, panted, and his heart raced. Madam Xiao timidly asked, "Master Feng, is there a place here for me to bathe?"
The man replied, "Yes, Madam, please follow me."
He then led the beautiful woman to the bathing room. The man said, "Madam, please bathe here. I'll be going now."
He then turned to leave. As he walked away, he heard the rustling sound of clothes being undressed behind him. The man thought, "She's so fastidious about cleanliness. I haven't even left yet, and she can't stand it."
An image of a stunningly beautiful woman, exuding charm and allure, undressing flashed through his mind—skin as white as snow, a graceful waist… The man's steps slowed, but the bathroom was small, and he hadn't gone far. No matter how slowly he walked, he soon reached the door.
At the door, the man suddenly turned back and said, "Madam, I'll keep watch outside for you."
As he spoke, his eyes were wide, fixed on the beautiful woman's body. The beautiful woman didn't turn around. After removing the last piece of clothing, she walked to the small bathtub. Her black hair cascaded down her back, her expression languid, her allure radiating effortless charm. Beneath her hair were delicate shoulders, her lower back skin as smooth and slender as jade, her hips rounded and undulating, her legs long and slender, fair as snow… Seeing this, the man's heart pounded. He quickly went outside. He didn't forget to close the door behind him. The man, panting heavily, wiped the water from his forehead and muttered to himself, "Who is she? Why did she seduce me?"
Although lust had clouded his judgment, he knew that as the man who represented the hope of the Nangong family, he hadn't forgotten anything.
The man pondered alone outside, but he couldn't figure it out. Time passed, and suddenly a beautiful woman's soft cry came from inside. The man asked anxiously, "Madam, what's wrong?"
A shy voice came from inside: "I don't have any clothes."
The man thought for a moment and said, "I'll go find you a set."
Volume 2, Chapter 4, The Debauchery of Emei (Twenty-Three)
: In Emei, there are only nuns' clothes. I came alone this time and didn't bring any female relatives, so I didn't have any female relatives' clothes. After thinking it over, I could only give her my clothes. Fortunately, the beautiful woman was tall and slender, so they wouldn't look too big. Arriving at the bathroom door, I intended to call her out to get it, but just as I was about to speak, the beautiful woman inside said sweetly, "Is this Master Feng?"
I hummed in response, and she continued, "Master Feng, my legs are numb, I really can't walk. Could you please bring in the clothes I need?"
Hearing this, a man's first reaction is that this beautiful woman wants to seduce him. Thinking of all the consequences and weighing the pros and cons, I 'resolutely' (actually, this lecherous man secretly wished) gritted my teeth, stamped my foot, and opened the door. I'm a grown man, what's there to be afraid of? What's there to suffer?
Inside, I saw the stunning woman sitting in the bathtub, her hair wet, exuding indescribable charm. Her smooth, snow-white skin shimmered with a silvery glow, a few water droplets like pearls inlaid in jade, a blend of purity and allure. The pool was no more than a meter deep, the water crystal clear. A beautiful woman sat in the bath, her lower body clearly visible: her full breasts, two grape-sized rosy nipples, long, straight jade legs, and the delicate pubic hair between them… A boundless panorama, a myriad of allurees, were contained within the small pool.
The man's blood surged, his passion ignited, his face flushed and his breath ragged.
Seeing the man enter, the beautiful woman's face flushed slightly, and she said shyly, "This humble servant thanks you, Hero Feng."
The man quickly suppressed his excitement, trying his best to remain calm, and said, "It was nothing. Emei doesn't have women's clothing. These are my clothes; please wear them for now, and I'll go down the mountain later to buy you a few new sets."
The beautiful woman said, "Thank you, you can put the clothes down."
I had thought she was going to seduce me, but hearing her words, it seemed otherwise.
Reluctantly, I withdrew my gaze from the beautiful woman's body and turned back. Just as I reached the door, a startled cry came from behind me. I turned around and saw the woman, seemingly unsteady on her feet, about to fall backward into the bath. Acting swiftly, the man moved with lightning speed, flashing behind her and catching her. Because the bathtub floor was made of extremely slippery tiles, the man, barely regaining his footing, slipped again due to the woman's backward momentum and fell into the tub with her. Water splashed everywhere; the man was below, the woman above, lying flat together without any barrier.
Perhaps due to shock, neither spoke for a moment. After a long while, the woman's face flushed even more, and she pointed at the man's genitals, saying shyly, "You…"
It turned out that the man's genitals were erect, his iron-like penis pressing against the woman's round buttocks. The man, completely unconcerned, chuckled and said, "Madam, you are so beautiful."
He then deliberately thrust a few times, his burning hot member entering the beautiful woman's cleavage without any resistance. The woman's cheeks flushed, burning like fire, and she said shyly, "Great Hero Feng, you flatter me."
She showed no intention of getting up, instead swaying her hips against the man's member, seemingly unfazed by the prospect of being burned. Perhaps she was unaware of how terrifying the man was. The man held the stunningly beautiful woman tightly, saying, "Madam, aren't you afraid Feng Yang won't be able to handle what you're doing and will devour you in a moment?"
The woman giggled, "So, Master Feng can eat people? I don't believe it."
The man's hand, which had been on the woman's waist, moved higher and higher upon hearing this, about to climb onto her full breasts. He said, "Then I'll devour you, Madam, and see if you believe I can eat people."
Clearly feeling the man's movements, the beautiful Madam Xiao's heart pounded as if it would leap out of her chest, but her tone was wanton and seductive as she said, "Alright, today I'll see how Master Feng eats people."
Hearing this, the man's excitement surged. Just as his hands were about to climb onto the woman's firm breasts, which he had been intently following with his eyes, a clear and ethereal voice came from outside: "Is Master Feng here?"
It was someone from the Emei Sect. Upon hearing this voice, the man's rising lust instantly subsided by half, and his interest vanished. The man said, "Today is really not the right time. Another day, I, Feng, will definitely let Madam see my cannibalistic methods."
Madam Xiao rose upon hearing the commotion outside. After hearing the man's words, she stroked his erect penis with her slender hand and laughed wantonly, "I'm also eagerly anticipating it."
The man replied, "I won't disappoint you,"
and laughed as he left. Watching the man leave, the beautiful woman sighed deeply, seemingly relieved yet also harboring a hint of resentment at not being able to consummate their relationship.
Reaching the courtyard gate, I saw a stunningly beautiful nun, about seventeen or eighteen years old, standing in the garden. The nun possessed natural beauty, ethereal and otherworldly, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley, untouched by worldly dust. This was none other than Miaoxin, one of the three most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of Emei, the Three Beauties of Emei. No wonder she possessed such an ethereal and graceful voice. I had seen her once before, and her voice seemed particularly memorable.
I looked at Miaoxin, who was almost as tall as me, and asked, "I wonder what brings you here, Master Miaoxin, to offer me guidance?"
The young nun glanced at me, as if she wanted to say something, but seemed hesitant to speak. Curious, I asked, "Master Miaoxin, please speak frankly."
Miaoxin said shyly, "I've come to ask for Master Feng's help." The man, puzzled as to what he could do to help her, immediately asked, "Please speak, Master Miaoxin. I will do my best if it is within my power." The young nun
's face turned as red as a dyed cloth, and she said sweetly, "I heard from my martial uncle that Master Feng's swordsmanship is divine, reaching an unparalleled and profound realm. I have loved swords since childhood and have practiced the Emei 'Three Swords of Subduing Demons.' I would like to ask Master Feng for some guidance."
Swordsmanship is one of the most common martial arts in the world, often called the ancestor of all weapons. Legend has it that those who glimpse the Dao of the Eighth Route Army can fly on their swords, soaring freely through the nine heavens. There are countless swordsmen in the martial world, but few truly grasp the mysteries of swordsmanship. Because mastering swordsmanship requires not only exceptional talent, but also diligent and painstaking practice—both are indispensable—and a fortuitous opportunity. The young nun Miaoxin is one of the most talented among the younger generation of the Emei Sect. From a young age, she received meticulous instruction from the nun Liaochen. She began learning swordsmanship at eight, and by twelve, she had mastered all of Emei's sword techniques. At fifteen, Liaochen further imparted to her the sect's signature sword technique, the "Three Swords of Subduing Demons." After three years of arduous practice, Miaoxin lived up to expectations and finally mastered the "Three Swords of Subduing Demons," created by the founder of Emei. The path of the sword is difficult, yet boundless and inexhaustible. Recently, Miaoxin encountered a problem in swordsmanship and asked Liaochen, but he could not help her, only saying that she must comprehend it herself. The day before yesterday, she overheard someone mentioning that Feng Yang's martial arts were very powerful, so she came to ask for his guidance.
The man laughed and said, "No problem?"
In the martial arts world, the distinction between lineages is extremely strict. Secret techniques and ultimate moves are generally not taught to anyone but the direct disciples. Unexpectedly, the man didn't seem to care about it at all. The little nun Miaoxin was surprised that it was so easy and asked doubtfully, "Really?"
When she came, Liaoyin had vaguely told her that asking a man to do something wasn't so easy, as if she needed to bring something. The nun Liaoyin had known the man for a long time and knew his habits well.
The man said, "Yes, but I don't have time now. How about tomorrow?"
Miaoxin said, "Okay."
After saying that, she gracefully left. After she left, the man muttered to himself, "How can I be in the mood to teach you swordsmanship now? There's a beautiful woman waiting for me to eat in the house."
Volume 2, Chapter 4, The Lewd Emei (Twenty-Four):
After the little nun Miaoxin left, the man couldn't wait to rush back to the bathhouse, thinking that he must eat this flirtatious and wanton woman today. It was no wonder she was so impatient; the man had never seen such a wanton and alluring woman. The saying "women love bad boys" also applies to women; the more "bad" a woman is, the more men love her. Madam Xiao was mature and voluptuous, charming and alluring, like a ripe peach; her graceful figure, round buttocks, and wanton, seductive manner made one want to take her to bed and enjoy her.
When the man arrived at the bathroom, it was empty, leaving only the unique rose scent of the beautiful woman. The man glanced around and muttered to himself, "Who is she? What does she want in Emei?"
As he spoke, a chilling glint flashed in his eyes.
Meanwhile, at the foot of Mount Emei, in a secluded peach grove, two people were talking. One of them was none other than Madam Xiao. Madam Xiao was dressed in men's clothing, which looked somewhat incongruous, but her beauty remained undiminished.
Standing respectfully before Madam Xiao was a woman of exceptional beauty, tall and slender, with a calm and composed demeanor, and whose phoenix eyes occasionally flashed with wisdom. Madam Xiao's former wanton charm had vanished, replaced by an aura of authority that made her difficult to look directly at. Madam Xiao glanced at the woman and asked, "Shura Woman, what brings you here so urgently?"
Shura Woman replied, "Master, Elder Liu and his group are causing trouble again."
Madam Xiao, unfazed, asked calmly, "What pretext have they used to question me this time?"
Shura Woman said, "Regarding the death of the Ox-Headed Envoy, they claim that Master misjudged Emei's strength, leading to the Ox-Headed Envoy's invasion and heavy losses, and that Master bears responsibility for negligence."
Hearing this, you all surely know Madam Xiao's background. Who would have thought that the infamous leader of the Ghost Sect, the legendary, sinister Yin Wind King, would be such a stunningly beautiful woman?
Upon hearing this, Madam Xiao's jade-like face turned cold, and she said coldly, "Those people are simply looking for trouble. Don't they remember who was so ambitious and disobedient to my advice, insisting on sending the Ox-Headed Messenger to invade Emei? Now that things have failed, they're blaming me! It's outrageous!"
The Asura Woman interjected, "Master, Elder Liu and his people are thinking exactly that. Success is good, but if they fail, they'll shift the blame onto you. It's utterly despicable."
Saying this, the Asura Woman glanced at Madam Xiao, and seeing no reaction, continued, "Master, the Asura Woman has something to report."
Madam Xiao… "Speak," said the woman.
The Asura Woman replied, "Master, according to my trusted confidant stationed near Elder Liu, over the years, while you were in seclusion, Elder Liu has secretly colluded with Elder Lan and Elder Bai, secretly developing a considerable force. His intention is very likely to overthrow you."
Madam Xiao asked, "Why do you say this?"
The Asura Woman said, "When the Master was being chosen, if you hadn't suddenly appeared, Elder Liu would have been the most qualified to become Master based on merit and seniority. For many years, he has harbored resentment over your appointment."
Madam Xiao nodded in agreement.
The Asura Woman said, "Elder Liu is secretly developing his power behind the leader's back, and his resentment is very obvious. I urge the leader to consider the Ghost Cult's future and make plans as soon as possible."
Madam Xiao sighed and said, "How could I not know? It's just that Elder Liu and his ilk are from the same generation as my master. They have been loyal to the Ghost Cult for many years and have made great contributions. If it weren't for that, I would have killed him long ago. Secondly, if I kill them, I fear it will cause a split within the Ghost Cult, and then I will become the Ghost Cult's eternal sinner."
The Asura Woman asked, "Why do you say this, leader?" Madam Xiao said, "
Elder Liu and the others are conservative in their thinking. They already have reservations about my efforts to promote newcomers after I became the leader. If I were to kill Elder Liu, it might provoke a backlash from the older generation of the Ghost Cult and cause internal strife. That's why I've endured so much."
The Asura Woman sighed, "The leader has such foresight; you've worked hard."
Madam Xiao said, "I've kept my master's dying words in my heart for many years, never daring to forget them for a moment. For this, I can endure what ordinary people cannot, even entering the underworld to cultivate the 'Nine Netherworld Divine Art.' I can do anything for the Ghost Cult."
Upon hearing this, the Asura Woman's eyes shone with devout faith as she said, "Our leader possesses unparalleled divine power and unmatched benevolence; the Ghost Cult will surely be revived one day."
The Asura Woman, bowing in reverence, failed to notice the fleeting smile on Madam Xiao's lips. Ah, Yin Feng Wang, what kind of person is she really?
The Asura Woman glanced at Madam Xiao again and asked, "Our leader, there's something I'm unsure whether I should say."
Madam Xiao patted the Asura Woman's shoulder and said, "We're not strangers; feel free to speak your mind."
Upon being patted by Madam Xiao, the beautiful Asura Woman blushed for some reason, a mixture of shame and delight in her expression. After a while, the Asura Woman calmed her excitement and raised her head, saying, "If the Asura Woman dares to ask, why did the Sect Leader kill the Horse-Faced Messenger?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Xiao's eyes flashed with a cold murderous intent. She coldly replied, "Because he deserved to die."
Then, her majestic phoenix eyes swept over the Asura Woman, asking, "Why do you ask about him? Do you like him?"
Sweeping across the Asura Woman's body by Madam Xiao's sharp gaze, the Asura Woman felt a chill run through her.
She stammered, "No, I don't. My heart belongs only to the Sect Leader." Seeing this, a touching and warm smile flashed in Madam Xiao's eyes. She embraced the Asura Woman, her jade-like hand reaching inside her body, kneading her full breasts, saying, "My darling, I believe you."
The Asura Woman's breathing quickened, her face flushed, and she exhaled several breaths of hot air. "Thank you for your kindness, Holy Master," said the Asura Woman.
Madam Xiao licked the Asura Woman's fair neck with her jade lips and said, "Did you ask that question just now because you were afraid that Elder Liu and those old stubborns would cause trouble for me?"
Hearing this, the Asura Woman visibly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Excellency is wise."
After speaking, she looked at Madam Xiao with confusion and asked, "The Horse-Faced Envoy has been loyal to the Ghost Sect and to the Sect Master for many years. Why did the Sect Master kill him?"
Madam Xiao continued to knead and play with the Asura Woman's body inside her clothes, and said, "Just because the Horse-Faced Envoy stole the 'Nine Netherworld Divine Skill,' he has already committed a capital crime."
Upon hearing this, the Asura Woman exclaimed in surprise, "What? The Horse-Faced Envoy stole the 'Nine Netherworld Divine Skill'?"
The Nine Netherworld Divine Skill is the supreme symbol of the Ghost Sect's leader, and historically only the leader can practice it.
Madam Xiao hummed in agreement and said, "However, I don't think he has the guts to steal our sect's most powerful divine skill. Elder Liu and his group might be supporting him. They might want the Horse-Faced Envoy to learn the Nine Netherworld Divine Skill to deal with me."
Shura Woman said, "Now that the sect leader has killed the Horse-Faced Envoy, Elder Liu and his group might take this opportunity to make things difficult for the sect leader."
Madam Xiao hummed in agreement and said nonchalantly, "Now is the time."
Upon hearing this, Shura Woman said excitedly, "The sect leader wants to..."
Shura Woman was one of the new generation of Ghost Sect members recently promoted by Yin Feng King. She often clashed with Elder Liu and the older generation within the sect, and their grudges ran deep.
Madam Xiao said, "To quell external aggression, we must first pacify internal strife. I have tolerated them for a long time. For the sake of unifying the world, the Ghost Cult must be unified."
The Asura Woman happily said, "For so many years, we have wanted to take action against those old fogies, but without the leader's orders, we dared not act rashly."
Madam Xiao hummed in agreement, "My darling, I know you're capable."
She then kissed the Asura Woman's fair face. The Asura Woman, already aroused by Madam Xiao's teasing, was about to embrace Madam Xiao in response when Madam Xiao pushed her away and gently pulled down her skirt, which had opened wide due to her caresses.
In the past, whenever she took the initiative, Madam Xiao would be even more excited, but today, without doing anything... she immediately said, "Master, you..."
Madam Xiao said, "I should go back, otherwise he'll become suspicious if he waits too long."
Shura asked in confusion, "He, he's Feng Yang, Master, haven't you killed him yet?"
Madam Xiao said, "How could I kill such a wonderful person?"
Upon hearing this, Shura's eyes reddened, and she sobbed, "Master, you..."
Madam Xiao chuckled, "My darling, don't be jealous, you're the one I love most."
After saying that, she pinched Shura's smooth cheek. Upon hearing this, Shura cried with joy, "Really?" Madam Xiao chuckled, "Of course."
Madam Xiao said, "I may have to stay on Mount Emei for a while longer. During this time, keep an eye on Elder Liu and the others in the sect. Report back to me immediately if they do anything."
Some say that women in love are the most foolish, and Shura was the most foolish woman at this moment. Otherwise, with her usual calm and intelligence, she would never have asked such a foolish question. The Asura Woman asked with a hint of longing, "Why has the Master been in Emei for so long?"
Madam Xiao coldly replied, "I have successfully infiltrated Emei and am looking for an opportunity to deal with the nuns. Once I find the chance, I will ensure that Emei never recovers."
The Asura Woman said "Oh," and then reminded her, "Master, you must be careful of someone."
Madam Xiao asked, puzzled, "Who?"
The Asura Woman said, "Feng Yang. Rumor has it that Feng Yang is dashing and charming, and very skilled with women. He currently has countless female confidantes, and there are even unofficial tales that he has already seduced several of the beautiful wives of his former patriarch, Nangong Wang."
Upon hearing Feng Yang's name, Madam Xiao's heart trembled immediately. Her cold heart felt a touch of warmth, and she even felt a little insecure. She immediately emphasized, "Him? I would never do that. I'm only with him to use him."
The Asura Woman said, "Oh, that's good. I'll take my leave."
The Asura Woman, her lust subsiding, returned to her usual calm and composure. Madam Xiao hummed in agreement, "You may leave."
After the Asura woman left, Madam Xiao immediately used her lightness skill to return to the small courtyard where Feng Yang lived. She originally thought the man wouldn't return so quickly, because based on her understanding of men, they couldn't resist beautiful women. But this time she was wrong; the man returned early and was already waiting for her. The moment she stepped into the room, the man hugged her from behind, and his thieving hands slipped inside her clothes.
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The beautiful woman was startled by this sudden turn of events, but then relaxed when she saw it was a man.
The man held the beautiful woman tightly, pressing her smooth, soft body against his chest until there was no gap between them. As soon as his hands entered the woman's clothes, they skillfully moved towards the beautiful woman's full, smooth breasts and played with them wantonly.
A sensation she had never felt before surged from her chest, a tingling, numb feeling, followed by a warm current flowing from the man's caresses, coursing through her entire body. The beautiful woman slumped into his arms, letting his hands roam freely over her body. The man gently nibbled at her round, jade-like earlobe, chuckling, "Where have you been, my lady? I've been waiting for you."
He lightly pinched her two rosy nipples.
A soul-stirring moan escaped her lips, and she trembled, pleading, "My darling, please don't do that, I can't take it!"
She squeezed her legs together, stopping the flow of fluid between them. The man chuckled, "Then tell me, where have you been?"
Hearing this, the woman's face suddenly flushed red for some reason, and she said shyly, "I went... to the toilet."
The man said impatiently, "Madam is beautiful, I can't wait any longer."
He then eagerly moved to kiss the stunning woman. The woman turned her jade-like face away, pouting, "Wait a minute! Since I've already agreed, I'll do as you wish. I'm hungry now."
Her expression was like that of a hungry child asking their parents for food, innocent and playful.
The man laughed, "Alright, I'll take you to get a good meal." He didn't lead the woman to the dining hall, but instead walked into the mountains. The woman asked, puzzled, "Aren't we going to the dining hall to eat?"
The man laughed, "What good is the simple food at the Emei Sect? I'll take you to get braised rabbit."
Hearing this, a faint hint of disappointment appeared on the woman's face, unnoticed by the man walking ahead. Upon arriving at the back of the Emei Mountains, the man personally caught several wild rabbits and roasted them for the beautiful woman. The man, orphaned at a young age and wandering the world, honed his culinary skills while staying in the countryside. Several wild rabbits, under his skillful hands, became a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate.
Seeing the beautiful woman take a bite, the man eagerly asked, "How is it?"
The woman's face fell, and she said, "This roasted rabbit is really..."
Seeing her bitter expression, the man's heart sank. He nervously asked, "Is it very bad?"
The woman's face grew even more bitter. She said, "It's not bad, it's extremely, extremely delicious!"
Hearing this, the man realized he'd been tricked. Enraged, he said, "Fine, you dare trick me? I'll punish you!"
Hearing that he was going to punish her, the woman immediately asked nervously, "What punishment are you going to give me?"
The man's eyes darted around, feigning deep thought, but after a long while, he still couldn't answer. The beautiful woman grew increasingly nervous, saying, "Don't ask me to do anything too difficult, okay? I can't do it."
The man said, "I'm going to punish you by..."
but didn't finish his sentence, leaving the beautiful woman in suspense. The beautiful woman asked, "What do you want me to do?"
The man said, "Eat all this rabbit meat."
The beautiful woman realized she had been tricked and pretended to be angry, saying, "You bad guy!" She
raised her fist to hit the man. Of course, the man wouldn't let her hit him and turned to run away, with the beautiful woman chasing after him. In the mountains and fields, man ran and woman chased, leaving behind their bursts of laughter. At this moment, Madam Xiao was no longer the formidable Ghost Cult leader, Yin Feng Wang, who shook the martial arts world; she was just a woman, a woman seeking pleasure.
The man was finally caught by the woman, and the beautiful woman punched him with her fists, shouting, "I'll teach you to be bad! I'll teach you to be bad!"
Of course, she wasn't really hitting him; otherwise, with Yin Feng Wang's Nine Netherworld Divine Skill, even if the man had cultivated an indestructible body, he wouldn't be able to withstand a few punches from her. The punch didn't hurt at all; it felt like a massage. Seeing the man's blissful expression, the beautiful woman was enraged and punched him hard.
The man cried out and fell to the ground. The stunning woman, pale with fright, asked in alarm, "What's wrong? I didn't hit you hard!"
The man clutched his chest and said in broken Chinese, "It hurts so much!"
Seeing his serious expression, the beautiful woman quickly knelt beside him, saying, "Hey, don't die! I didn't mean it! I shouldn't have hit you!"
The man said painfully, "I might not make it!"
His voice was broken and intermittent, as if he were truly dying.
The beautiful woman, tears streaming down her face, cried, "No, you'll be alright."
The man, still writhing in anguish, said, "Before you die, can you promise me one thing?"
The woman, sobbing uncontrollably, replied, "Tell me, whatever it is, I'll agree."
The man said, "Then you can't go back on your word."
The woman hummed in agreement. The man looked at her and said, "Before I die, may you kiss me, my lady?"
The woman glanced at him, her heart churning with conflicting emotions. At that moment, she wasn't thinking about anything—the cult, the exploitation of men—all those considerations had vanished from her mind. She longed to kiss him, but years of habit made her hesitate. (Here's an explanation of why Madam Xiao could previously seduce men so flirtatiously, yet now, when a man asked her to kiss him, she felt both touched and conflicted.) The news of the Ox-Headed Envoy's invasion and the complete annihilation of the Emei army reached the Ghost Cult the very next day. She also learned that the Ox-Headed Envoy's crushing defeat was all because of one person: Feng Yang. She had heard that Feng Yang was a womanizer, so she disguised herself as Madam Xiao to seduce him. Either kill him, or seduce him and make him work for her; now, she had clearly chosen the latter. Back then, when she wanted to seduce men, she used every trick in the book. The reason she could be so flirtatious and provocative then was because she considered herself Madam Xiao, not the Yin Wind King. Her hesitation stemmed from her love of women. Humans aren't plants or trees; how could they be without feelings? She found joy in being with men, and her heart was quietly changing.
Seeing the beautiful woman's state, the man said with heartache, "I'm almost dying, and you still won't let me, Madam?"
The stunning woman sighed softly and
said, "Very well." She then gently lowered her jade-like lips and kissed the man's. The moment their lips touched, both were startled—a tremor that spread from their souls to their bodies, a truly wondrous sensation. The stunning woman kissed the man a few times lightly, and just as she was about to rise, a pair of large hands suddenly pulled her up, causing her to fall heavily onto the man's body. Her full, smooth breasts sank into the man's chest muscles, and an unparalleled pleasure instantly filled their bodies. (
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The man's strong arms proved his formidable strength; he was perfectly fine. Madam Xiao knew she had fallen for this little man's trick; she had been so wary of him just moments before? Annoyed, she was about to push away the man on top of her when her jade-like lips snapped, "You..."
Before she could finish, the man silenced her with a kiss. The moment his lips touched Madam Xiao's, she felt the overwhelming masculine energy surge into her body, her heart trembling, a gentle warmth coursing through her. His tongue, incredibly agile, first played around her teeth, a surge of masculine heat traveling between them into her throat and into her body. Then it conquered, forcefully forcing open her teeth, sweeping across her fragrant mouth, leaving no stone unturned. The beautiful woman's cherry-
like lips exuded fragrance, her breath sweet as orchids, her lips noble and elegant. From the first time he saw her, the man had longed to taste and suckle those beautiful lips. Now, his wish fulfilled, he was thrilled and excited, his large mouth both rough and tender, tightly holding her smooth, jade-like lips, sucking and re-sucking. The woman's delicate fragrance was inhaled completely by the man's sucking. A surge of desire rose from his lower abdomen, and the unicorn between his legs, just awakened from its slumber, began to reveal its ferocious nature.
The man's passionate kiss was intense; before she could catch her breath, he forced it back down. The woman felt hot all over, and the flames of desire grew stronger under the man's kiss. The man's passionate kiss gave Madam Xiao a feeling she had never experienced before. In the past, she thought that love between men and women was just the games she played with the Asura Woman and others in the sect, and that the pleasure should be similar to what she felt when making love with other women. But today, the pleasure given to her by this man, who was much younger than her, was a hundred times stronger than the pleasure she felt when she held her beloved concubine in the sect.
The man, while kissing the sexy, alluring, and beautiful mature woman, also caressed her smooth, silky skin with his hands. Suddenly, he said to the woman, whose eyes were slightly closed and who was panting, "Madam, look..."
The woman looked in the direction he was pointing and saw her full, smooth breasts being kneaded and shaped by his hands. Her face flushed red, and she scolded, "You bad boy."
The man chuckled, his hands continuing to caress her smooth, soft breasts. He gently pinched the two red nipples between his fingers, blew hot breath against her snow-white ear, and asked in an extremely ambiguous tone, "Madam, are you comfortable?" Good
heavens, how could anyone do this? He'd done this to her and then asked if she was comfortable? How could the woman answer that? She was, after all, the leader of a sect. A blush crept onto the beautiful woman's delicate face, and she gave the man a reproachful look.
The man, seemingly oblivious to her feelings, said, "Madam, if you don't tell me, I won't do it for you."
With that, his mouth and hands decisively left her body, as if without a trace of regret. The pleasure he had given her receded like a tide, leaving the woman feeling lost and dejected. She thought to herself, "It seems Feng Yang has some skill; he can control his desires so masterfully."
But she quickly dismissed this thought, for she saw the burning, intoxicating lust in the man's eyes. The woman sneered inwardly, a plan forming in her mind. At this moment, Madam Xiao reverted to her former self—the sinister, ruthless, and cunning leader of the Ghost Cult, Yin Feng Wang.
Madam Xiao snorted, "Fine, if you won't do it, then I'm leaving."
She then made a move to get up and dress. Madam Xiao was sexy and beautiful, with snow-white and delicate skin. Her demeanor was elegant and noble, radiating a mature and alluring charm that was irresistible to any lustful man. How could he bear to give her up? He chuckled, "Madam, you are so beautiful, how could Feng Yang bear to part with you?"
With that, he pulled the stunning woman, who was about to rise, back into his arms. Madam Xiao, already aroused by the man's caresses, immediately went limp against him as he pulled her away. The noble Madam Xiao, however, gave a snort, turned her face away, and ignored the man.
The man's hands expertly caressed the beautiful woman's jade-like body, his lips lightly licking her face as he said, "I was just joking with you. I'll make it up to you."
The woman knew what he meant by "make it up to you." She turned her face, pressing it against his cheek with an extremely seductive and wanton air, and said, "Then come on."
Her ample breasts swayed from side to side, rubbing against his broad chest muscles.
An ordinary man might have been captivated by the alluring woman, but he wasn't the kind of womanizer. Even in this incredibly sensual moment, he remained vigilant. This constant vigilance was his key to success. The martial world was treacherous, and human nature was unpredictable. The line between friend and foe was thin; interpersonal relationships in the martial world were extremely delicate. Today's friend could be tomorrow's enemy. In the martial world, everything was about self-interest.
Although the man was burning with lust, his mind remained calm. He noticed that the beautiful woman's eyes were clear and unmoved, and he secretly admired her skill. He wondered, "Who is she? Why is she seducing me? Could she be from the Ghost Cult? But it doesn't seem so, otherwise she wouldn't have killed the Horse-Faced Messenger."
However, he soon forgot about that troublesome thought. "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may," he thought, "and when will I have the chance to devour this beautiful woman?" The man was naturally optimistic and daring. He thought, "If necessary, I'll deal with whatever comes my way."
He laughed heartily and said, "I certainly won't disappoint you, madam." With
that, he slightly raised his hips, pressing his rock-hard unicorn dragon against the beautiful woman's buttocks.
Although separated by several layers of cloth, the man's fiery, enormous member, the One-Horned Dragon King, was clearly and unmistakably transmitted to the beautiful woman's heart. Having never experienced a man before, the woman felt a pang of panic: "I never imagined a man's thing could be so big. Will I be able to handle it?"
As she considered backing out, a surge of power rose within her. No, absolutely not! For the sake of the Ghost Cult's dominance, she had to make him work for her. Initially, she came to Emei to kill Feng Yang, who had killed the Ox-Headed Messenger, causing the Ghost Cult's invasion of Emei to fail. However, after spending time with him, she discovered his exceptional martial arts skills and intended to recruit him into the Ghost Cult. Therefore, she resolved to kill the Horse-Face Messenger (at that time, she had already discovered that Feng Yang suspected her relationship with the Horse-Face Messenger) to sever her ties with the Ghost Cult. She knew Feng Yang was fond of women, so she resolved to seduce him.
The man held the beautiful woman's smooth, soft body tightly, his hands caressing her slender waist. He whispered in her ear, "Madam, am I still satisfying you?"
His member grew larger, pressing against her buttocks. A mysterious heat surged through her, and a fire of desire broke through her defenses, coursing through her body. The woman exhaled a few breaths, slightly out of breath, and said, "Satisfied."
The man laughed, "Madam, I haven't even shown you yet! So you can be satisfied so quickly!"
The woman gave him a reproachful look, saying, "I've already submitted to you, yet you still treat me so disrespectfully!" Her
eyes held a mixture of shame and resentment. The man said, "I'm sorry, my beauty."
He then reached to untie her clothes. However, the beautiful woman suddenly stopped him, saying, "Wait."
Seeing this, the man panicked and said, "Madam, you..."
The beautiful woman glanced at the impatient man and said with a charming smile, "Since I have already agreed, I will do as you wish. However, before you take my body, I have a few words to say."
Hearing this, the man became wary, but pretended to be extremely impatient and said, "Speak."
The beautiful woman said affectionately, "From today onwards, I have given you my most precious thing. You must treat me well from now on."
The man thought, "If I hadn't discovered before that you weren't truly in love, I would have been fooled by you."
The man smiled and said, "Of course, even without saying anything, I would still treat you well. I will cherish any woman who is mine."
The beautiful woman stared intently at the man, as if trying to see through him. The man felt a little flustered by her gaze, thinking she had seen through him, and his heart pounded wildly. After glancing at the man, the beautiful woman blushed and said, "I used to... please treat me better."
The man, no longer hesitant, turned the woman over and undressed her. Instantly, a mature and stunningly beautiful, snow-white body was revealed before him. He was utterly shocked. Judging by her age, she must be at least forty, yet she was so well-preserved. Her skin was smooth, delicate, and taut, showing no signs of sagging. Her full breasts were firm and high, their elasticity rivaling that of a young girl. The two red nipples on her peaks were glossy and vibrant, tempting one to take a bite. Along her flat stomach were two slender, healthy, jade-like legs, and between them, a seductive red jade gate was hidden beneath the fragrant pubic hair...
Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman before him, the man inhaled the faint scent of her perfume mixed with her feminine fragrance, and his desire reached its peak. His hands involuntarily caressed her smooth, jade-like body. The beautiful woman felt the man's burning gaze, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and delight, her delicate face flushed crimson. Seeing the woman's shy gaze, the man could no longer control his lust. He pounced on her, kissing her soft, beautiful body. A wonderful fragrance of her breasts filled his nostrils, giving him unparalleled pleasure.
Although Madam Xiao had no men in the Ghost Cult, she did have several female lovers. Whenever she needed them, she would summon them, and usually several at a time. This showed that her sexual desire was extremely strong. To be honest, the man's caresses had already aroused her desires, but she was cold and resolute by nature, thinking only of using the man, and forcefully suppressing the surging lust within her. The lust ignited by the man had already broken through her mental defenses, and now his burning kiss pushed her desire to another peak, and her will to resist gradually weakened. Somewhat aroused, the beautiful woman unconsciously squeezed her body slightly, her jade hands lightly wrapped around the man's back muscles, and she thrust her chest up, offering her pair of jade breasts to the man's mouth.
Suddenly, the beautiful woman's face, previously flushed with desire, showed a hint of pain as she cried out, "No, don't bite! It hurts!"
Hearing this, the man immediately withdrew his mouth from her chest, apologetically saying, "I'm sorry."
The woman felt a sweet warmth in her heart and gratefully replied, "Thank you."
The man kissed her and said, "Don't thank me for so long. Since you're in pain, I won't eat anymore. I want to eat another part of you."
With that, he moved down, straddling between her legs, and began to devour her alluring jade gate. Having been with her before in the Ghost Cult, the woman was no longer afraid, having endured many trials. She immediately spread her legs wide, giving the man maximum convenience.
In the vast mountain forest, a stunningly beautiful woman, still possessing a voluptuous figure, lay naked, her jade-like legs spread wide, radiating spring-like allure. Between her legs lay a handsome young man, his hands embracing her two rounded, jade-like legs, and... The woman's body tingled with pleasure, her hands unconsciously caressing her breasts, her jade-like lips occasionally emitting a moan that sounded like pain mixed with extreme pleasure, displaying the utmost wantonness and seductiveness... If you were to witness this scene, you would surely find it unbelievable that the world-renowned leader of the Ghost Cult would act in such a manner.
Seeing that the woman was ready, the man stood up and sat on the beautiful woman, holding his enormous unicorn dragon to her mouth. He said, "Madam, I have served you, now shouldn't you..."
Before he could finish, the intelligent and beautiful woman knew what he wanted her to do and exclaimed in surprise, "You want... "
The man hummed and smiled, "I want you to suck it for me, Madam." The
noble woman immediately said, "How can I do that? It's so dirty."
The man said, "Don't worry, you can do it, it won't be dirty." He then moved the unicorn dragon closer, pressing it tightly against the beautiful woman's jade lips. A hot, sensitive scent instantly entered her body through her nostrils. It wasn't so unpleasant after all. The beautiful woman unconsciously opened her jade mouth and slowly took the man's enormous member into her mouth. The man watched the noble and elegant woman's jade mouth gently opening and kissing his dragon king, and his pride and satisfaction were indescribable. The unicorn dragon moved in and out of the beautiful woman's mouth with incredible speed. Although the beautiful woman's oral skills weren't great, with the man as her teacher, she quickly mastered the technique. Of course, the man was the one who ultimately enjoyed it.
While gently comforting the beautiful woman, the man said, "Don't be afraid, darling, it won't hurt."
The beautiful woman, still trembling with fear, said, "But I..."
The man asked curiously, "Good sister, aren't you already married?"
Hearing this, the beautiful woman was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She couldn't very well say that she hadn't married at all, and that her man had only been used by other women... She immediately said, "Brother Shenwu, how could my former lover compare to you?"
Before she could finish speaking, her face suddenly contorted, cold sweat poured down her back, and she cried out in pain. The man sighed and kissed the beautiful woman tightly, saying, "Good wife, I'm finally inside, I've finally got you."
The beautiful woman also sighed, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow. So this was what it felt like to be loved by a man. She never imagined he would be her first man; a hundred emotions welled up inside her.
The man's words snapped the beautiful woman back to reality, leaving her speechless with embarrassment. He asked, "Sister, why do you still have a hymen down there?"
A moment later, he confidently replied, "Sister, I know. You've suffered so much before. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you from now on."
His "taking care" referred to sex.
He had the means and the ability, and he was already at it. To minimize her pain, he began with gentle thrusts, gradually increasing the intensity once she adjusted. The woman didn't seem like a novice; soon, her legs were wrapped around his waist, eagerly responding to his advances. After three hundred rounds, she suggested, "I want to be on top."
Back in the Ghost Cult, she was always on top, as it projected her supreme power, and she enjoyed the feeling of being superior. The man,
of course, complied. The naked, beautiful woman sat on top of him, moving up and down, her black hair swaying freely, like a female knight. The man held the beautiful woman's slender waist with one hand, while the other caressed her breasts, occasionally tilting his head to nibble at the glistening, vibrant nipples. The man was vigorous, seemingly tireless; the woman, strong and insatiable, was a perfect match, their battle raging until the sky darkened.
The war finally
ended with the beautiful woman's groan, "I'm coming again." The stunning woman lay limp, her exhausted body pressed against the man's, not wanting to move a finger, her snow-white skin flushed crimson. The man held the beautiful woman tightly and said, "I didn't disappoint you, did I, sister?"
The beautiful woman shook her head contentedly and said, "No, you're very strong. Today, I've finally tasted the greatest joy of being a woman."
The man hummed in agreement and said, "Then won't you leave me in the future, okay?"
The stunning woman nodded and said, "Okay, but from now on, you have to listen to me."
Upon hearing this, the man's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "Listen to what?"
Hearing the man's words, the stunning woman's previously happy face instantly turned sorrowful, and she said, "You wicked man, I gave you everything, and yet you..."
Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes. The beautiful woman thought to herself, "Wasn't I just acting? What's wrong with me? But when I heard his words, I felt a pang of pain in my heart, like being pricked by a needle."
Seeing the woman cry, the man immediately became anxious, all his previous concerns forgotten. He said, "Good sister, don't cry. I promise you, but before that, I have something to say."
Hearing this, the beautiful woman's sorrow turned to joy as she wiped away her tears and asked, "What is it?"

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