Little Flower Hero

The book begins by describing the ingredients for a nourishing soup, then turns to a series of poses, resembling erotic illustrations, drawn with brushstrokes yet remarkably lifelike.
Annotations are interspersed among the illustrations, and at the very end, densely packed text in elegant handwriting appears—a metaphysical text similar to the Tao Te Ching, its origin unknown. Zijie studied it carefully for a long time and discovered it was a technique entirely different from the previous ones, though it seemed no one had ever practiced it.
This book, which didn't resemble a manual at all, left Zijie both amused and exasperated. Years ago, he'd encountered a beggar-like Taoist priest who, for some inexplicable whim, had forced this book upon him, claiming it was for a destined person. Coupled with his desire for invincible virility and countless women after reading online novels like "The Golden Carp Is Not a Fish in a Pond" and "The Land Is So Beautiful," he'd started practicing it.
Yang Zijie had just enrolled in Nanshan University, a prestigious university in the province, and rented this apartment near the university town for convenient practice. He figured he'd already spent a fortune on this, so the rent wouldn't be a problem. His parents were among the first to go into business, their business even extending overseas; their son's expenses were certainly not an issue. Fortunately, his practice had indeed yielded results. However, the ancient texts repeatedly emphasized preserving one's virginity, so Zijie had never dared to try it, though he felt that having sex several times a night wouldn't be a problem.
After five years of practice, he had gained some skill, and Yang Zijie was eager to try it out. He figured if he could just hold back and not ejaculate, he could preserve his virginity, but his heart was pounding.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! A series of loud noises rang out, startling everyone; it was as if someone was banging on the door.
"Hey! I say, big brother! You get up in the middle of the night every day to do this, aren't you tired?! Even if you're not tired, don't you let people sleep?!"
Yang Zijie hurriedly pulled on his underwear and opened the door, first catching a whiff of fragrance, then his eardrums were bombarded by a barrage of sharp shouts. Zijie frowned slightly, glancing at the protester at the door. "Where did this girl come from? I was just about to experiment with her, and she just showed up at my doorstep."
The girl at the door looked like a young girl, tall and slender, with an oval face and a small, slightly wrinkled nose with a few tiny freckles that only made her look cuter. However, her eyelids were a little droopy, her hair was slightly messy, and she was wearing a thin nightgown and crystal sandals. She looked somewhat annoyed. She clearly hadn't woken up properly, oblivious to the two pink cherries that were prominently displayed, looking particularly alluring.
"You make such a racket every night, it's too noisy."
Seeing Zijie come out, the girl's voice was still sharp, but her words were a little softer. As the door opened, a faint smell of medicine wafted out of the room. The girl sniffed and then smelled the aroma of chicken soup. Her eyes widened in confusion as she saw Zijie wearing only his underwear, which clearly created a large tent-like opening. Her face flushed crimson, the medicinal scent instantly taking effect, and a fluid involuntarily seeped from her lower body. Her body went limp, and she felt as if she couldn't stand.
Seeing the girl's state, the young hero immediately understood. He said, "We've been talking at the door for too long. Come in and sit down," casually supporting the girl's slender waist and pulling the door shut behind him as he rushed into the room. His daily rigorous training had made him incredibly agile, and in the blink of an eye, he had carried the girl back to the room. Only a minute had passed since he knocked, and the outside was quiet again, as if nothing had happened.
The girl wanted to call out, but with the large weight pressed against her, she couldn't utter a sound and could only let the young hero lead her into the room. The bedding inside was neat and tidy, indicating that the owner was a refined person and wouldn't be overly rough. A sense of anticipation rose in her heart.
Although the young hero had put in years of hard work, he had never had the chance to try. Now that the opportunity had arrived, he was somewhat at a loss.
Oh well, he could only feel his way across the river by feeling for stones.
No, it should be said that he was feeling his way across the river by feeling his thighs, and a big river at that! So, Zijie, not wanting to think too much, picked up the girl and fell onto the bed, his hand naturally resting on her thighs. Smooth and rounded, indescribably slippery, he moved upwards inch by inch, already able to feel the moist breath of the riverbank, and further up, it was indeed as surging and turbulent as the river itself.
A soft moan was heard, as the girl couldn't help but shudder, another gush of clear fluid spurting out, her mouth already uttering indistinct sounds. The new hero had never heard such beautiful, almost melodious, panting sounds before. He let out a low groan and was about to pry open the grass to find the snake—no, it should be said, to let the mad snake enter its hole!
"No!" The girl regained her composure at the crucial moment. "My name is Guan Ying. Who are you? I don't want to give my first time to someone I don't even know!"
Zijie, who had been somewhat out of control, calmed down slightly, but only briefly. The arrow was on the bowstring, ready to be released! The little flower swordsman's spear continued its thrust, the sounds of splattering, thuds, and splashes mingling together, like a prelude lasting a second or two, shaking the entire room. Only then did Zijie say to the girl, "My name is Yang Zijie. It's my first time too. How about we discuss it together?" His tone was one of negotiation, but his actions betrayed his aggressive intent.
Chapter Two: An Adventure for Happiness .
While a fierce battle raged on this side, a pair of green eyes, like will-o'-the-wisps, flickered outside the window, watching intently. Heh heh! Then they vanished without a trace.
Meanwhile, Zijie and Xiaohuaxia, still locked in their battle, were still engaged in fierce combat. Although Xiaohuaxia was new to the game and somewhat impatient, he was skilled in mounted combat, and his five years of hard work had paid off. In the blink of an eye, Guan Ying was overwhelmed by the relentless thrusting, the pain of losing her virginity long since overshadowed by the overwhelming pleasure. She fainted within half an hour. Zijie, having just tasted the thrill, was unwilling to stop there. He thrust in and out dozens more times, but seeing that the girl had no further reaction, he had no choice but to withdraw reluctantly.
Xiaohuaxia sat to the side, looking at Guan Ying lying on the blood-stained sheets. He thought that the methods in that tattered book were indeed effective, but he was also extremely troubled by his still-erect penis. When would he be able to truly enjoy himself? Damn it, he had to preserve his virginity! What should he do with this girl named Guan Ying? His mind was a complete mess!
Oh well, things would work themselves out. Yang Zijie simply put aside these thoughts, hugged the girl, and went back to sleep!
The next day, Yang Zijie woke up around nine o'clock. Guan Ying was nowhere to be seen, along with half a bed sheet and a weight. Her departure saved him trouble. Zijie returned to school with a swagger, feeling no burden. He was just a little late, missing his morning class and getting a scolding from the professor. Other than that, there was no trouble.
As a literature and history major, the class was mostly female, a lively and charming group, many of them stylishly dressed and attractive, filling the classroom with fragrance. Since they were only freshmen and had just entered, they were all a bit reserved. Not many couples were dating; only occasionally would one or two couples sit together, whispering sweet nothings, oblivious to others, and no one bothered them. Life was generally uneventful.
After last night's ordeal, Zijie had some ideas. He really needed to find a way to hook up with two or three good girls, preferably all at once, so he could put his learning to good use and have a proper time. Thinking about this, his lower body stirred again, and he couldn't help but curse that damn book—it could only release but not control, lacking any method of self-control!
Since there were no classes in the fourth period today, after the three periods, some classmates would get up to go back to their dorms or go out for a stroll. Lunchtime was still early, and Xiaohuaxia considered whether to strike up a conversation with someone she liked and invite them to lunch at the Old Tree Cafe near the school gate. She knew that good food was always the number one weapon for attacking beautiful women. However, on campus, every beautiful woman was accompanied by a classmate of average appearance who seemed like a follower or confidant. A red flower needs green leaves to set it off, and for a green leaf to try and add color to a red flower, it would probably take several rounds to clear the obstacles.
As he twirled his pen, lost in thought, a fragrant breeze wafted by. The class monitor stood up: "Classmates, wait a moment." The monitor was a beautiful woman, about 1.65-1.66 meters tall, quite tall for a girl. Judging from her clothes and demeanor, she was clearly a wealthy woman. Her name was Zhang Xiaodan. Zijie already knew this; she had just spoken.
Generally speaking, class monitors are usually beautiful or wealthy women. Being beautiful gives them confidence. Being wealthy gives them more charisma. They're confident and assertive, their entire aura is different—it's a natural phenomenon. Of course, there are also exceptionally talented, albeit less conventionally attractive, women who become class monitors. Ultimately, you need some ability to command respect, whether it's innate or acquired, as long as you have it.
"No money, no looks, no talent—that goes against the laws of nature; she can't be a class monitor." Yang Zijie knew this perfectly well. Therefore, most female class monitors were beautiful, conforming to Darwin's theory of evolution.
When Zhang Xiaodan stood up to speak, the classmates stopped moving. Some of the more outgoing girls teased, "Class monitor, are you announcing you have a boyfriend?" causing a burst of laughter from the entire classroom.
The beautiful class monitor straightened her face: "I'm being serious, no jokes!" The entire classroom immediately quieted down. She certainly had a lot of nerve, and everyone respected her.
Zhang Xiaodan went to the podium, her Mandarin clear and bright. Zijie listened attentively: "It's about the ballroom dance club." As soon as she finished speaking, his eyes lit up. A man and a woman entered through the door. The man was about 1.75 meters tall, a classic pretty boy—70% handsome and 30% with a standard build. The girl was even more striking, the kind who always turned heads, but her feet weren't very agile, as if she were wearing a thick sanitary napkin.
The man was Xu Zifeng, the star of the ballroom dance troupe, with a hint of charm in his eyes. The girl was none other than Guan Ying, the test subject who had come to their door in the early hours of the morning. She was Xu's first choice for dance partner, and she had just been brutally violated by the young beauty, Yang Zijie, whose genitals were still red and swollen, making it difficult for her to walk! Guan Ying happened to meet Zijie's gaze at this moment, and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly turned her head to Zhang Yanran, while the young beauty, being a straightforward person, stood aside and listened attentively, pretending not to see. The two, who had been acting like a couple overnight, were unaware that their actions were being observed by Zhang Yanran, the class monitor.
The demonstration effect of ballroom dance partners on TV, coupled with the personal involvement of a handsome man and a beautiful woman, naturally brought in a large number of new members to the ballroom dance troupe, including our young beauty, Yang Zijie. Yang Zijie would be cursing himself awake if he didn't participate in such an organization that offered the most convenient way to get close to beautiful women.
After queuing up to register, it was lunchtime, and Guan Ying and Xu Zifeng had already left. As Zijie stepped out of the classroom into the blazing sunlight, a sudden thought struck him, and he instantly lost interest in treating the two beauties to lunch. He ate something quick at the cafeteria and then headed for a stroll on the mountain behind the school, where the tall, dense trees offered some shade. But Zijie wasn't there for the shade; instead, he headed straight for the sunniest spot at the summit.
There were far fewer people there, and the little flower girl quickened her pace, darting through the dense forest in just a few minutes to reach the hundred-meter-high peak. Without a moment's rest, she stripped off her clothes and laid them on the ground, then sat down to meditate, absorbing the pure yang energy most abundant at midday. With the absorption of this pure yang energy, her lower body slowly became erect and then slowly softened, repeating this cycle.
It turned out that after practicing her martial arts at night, Yang Zijie's seminal control was indeed stable, but once erect, it would last for two or three hours without release. In modern medicine terms, this falls under the category of nerve reflexes and cannot be actively controlled. The little flower girl had already suffered greatly by the early morning hours, her erection almost unbearable. Just before lunch, he remembered the last entry in that tattered book. It was a method that even the legendary Ximen Qing had never tried, extremely fast to master and with unbelievable effects—perfect for his needs. However, no one had ever practiced it before, and the risks were unpredictable. Little Flower Hero had always been reluctant to try it rashly. He feared that a moment of carelessness could lead to impotence, or even death.
On the mountaintop, Yang Zijie, completely naked and with his eyes closed, was still practicing his internal energy. However, he wasn't sweating at all, and his expression was becoming increasingly calm, as if he were enjoying himself in an air-conditioned room instead of being constantly baked by the scorching sun.
Chapter Three: Double Eagles Celebrate
Success. With his control over his genitals becoming increasingly effortless, Yang Zijie suppressed his joy, opened his eyes, and secretly laughed at Ximen Qing for not recognizing his worth, causing him to waste a lot of effort practicing the quick-fix method. That being said, he knew in his heart that today's successful adventure was entirely due to the hard work of the past few years. If he had lost his vital energy, he would never have been able to use the "Yang-to-Yin Transformation Technique" to achieve success in this lifetime.
The sun's heat had subsided considerably. Checking his phone, it was nearly 3 PM. Knowing he'd be late again, Zijie dashed down the mountain. After only a few steps, he realized he was still completely naked. In his excitement, he almost became a campus exhibitionist.
The afternoon's Political Economy class was in a large lecture hall on the first floor of the Deyue Building, with two classes attending simultaneously. Zijie swaggered over and found a seat surrounded by beautiful girls, right in front of him was the class monitor, Zhang Xiaodan. The dull, outdated course, coupled with the lecturer's tedious rambling, made it difficult to concentrate. The young man's eyes darted around, admiring the beauties from other classes, ignoring the disapproving looks he received, indulging in fantasies of them being submissive to him someday!
After a few more of these fantasies, his gaze returned to Zhang Xiaodan's back. Such a beautiful girl, always dressed conservatively because of her class monitor status. Zijie wondered if she was as conservative as she seemed inside.
Finally, class ended, and Yang Zijie grabbed his books and hurried towards his apartment. He ate a quick dinner as usual, then prepared soup ingredients—everything was familiar and easy. He arrived at his apartment, showered, and it was only seven or eight o'clock. Just as he was about to go into his room to read for a while, he noticed the half-sheet on the bed and remembered that he had given Guan Ying the weight he used for practicing martial arts; he figured he'd have to go meet her. He decided he should go downstairs to get it later. With that in mind, Zijie began reviewing his lessons, then flipped through his favorite novels, *Water Margin* and *Jin Ping Mei*, admiring Ximen Qing immensely. After gauging that Guan Ying had been waiting long enough, he got dressed and went downstairs. Sure enough, it
was Guan Ying who opened the door. She tried to close it as soon as she saw him, but Xiao Huaxia reached out and blocked it, so she had no choice but to let Zijie in. Zijie chuckled, pulling Guan Ying into his arms. The young woman's cheeks flushed instantly, and she muttered, "Shameless! What are you doing here? There are people at home." The last sentence was practically an implication. The young hero understood and followed his mistress's instructions, returning to their room together.
Zijie held Guan Ying close, his gaze from above revealing her neckline perfectly. Her flawless cleavage resembled a mountain stream in a deep valley, and her pale yellow strapless bra encased her graceful breasts. A delicate fragrance wafted from her, captivating him, and his lower body instantly hardened. Guan Ying asked, "Did you come here today to get that weight? What's the use of a lump of iron?" Zijie smiled, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against his groin, saying, "A scale can't be without a weight, you know. What do you think of this scale beam?" The young woman couldn't resist such teasing and instinctively grasped it. Just as she was about to say something, Zijie's tongue slipped inside.
After a long, passionate kiss, Zijie carried Guan Ying to the bed, unhooked her strapless bra, and her small but full breasts bounced out slightly. "Ah! Such delicate breasts!" Guan Ying blushed, letting the little flower swordsman gently bite her large, bright red nipples. Her pale pink areolas were held in his mouth and gently stirred by his tongue, and waves of pleasure surged through her. Her eyes rolled back slightly, and the excitement caused her lower body to contract strongly. Suddenly, she felt a wave of pleasure, and she was soaking wet again.
After all, this wasn't the first time for the two lovers, so they weren't so impatient or afraid anymore. Even in the midst of passion, they still maintained their rationality. Zijie admired and played with Guan Ying's soft breasts, determined to make up for what he had done last time. Guan Ying gripped the large breasts, both loving and afraid, muttering something that sounded like a chant or a plea. Her lower body trembled incessantly, clearly indicating that she was about to climax again.
Zijie, unable to contain himself any longer, quickly stripped off his clothes, subtly reduced the pressure of his weight using his "Explosive Yang Technique," and began his assault on the yearning maiden beneath him. Pain turned to numbness, numbness to itching, and itching to unbearable torment. Guan Ying's words were incoherent, her volume and time of day completely lost. The two were engrossed in their work, unaware that their lewd moans had already stirred
up the person outside the door, who was also deeply aroused, moaning softly. That person was Guan Ying's roommate, who had gone to the living room to get a drink but was drawn to the noise by the two and eavesdropped at the door. Guan Ying was oblivious, but Zijie heard everything, a plan forming in his mind. He immediately unleashed his full power, delivering over ten powerful and swift blows with his Vajra Staff, knocking the poor woman unconscious again.
Then, the little flower hero abruptly flung open the door. The woman outside panicked and turned to go back to her room. Zijie, caught up in the moment, followed her in, grabbed her around the waist, and, with unbridled lust, threw her onto the bed without a word, lifting her nightgown. Good heavens, two large, white breasts bounced out—not like Guan Ying's unripe apples. Zijie grabbed one with his left hand, squeezing and kneading it roughly, while his right hand reached for her silk panties, only to find them already soaking wet.
Although Zhao Yanan had been intimate with her boyfriend many times and was considered a mature woman, she had never experienced such brutality. The initial shock was followed by a strange pleasure; the water that had been held back by fear surged forth again, spraying Xiao Huaxia's hands. Her left hand held Zijie's lower back, while her right hand grasped his still-wet penis, finding it even more alluring.
Zijie continued to vigorously massage her breasts, which were round, firm, and elastic, feeling incredibly comfortable to touch. Hearing her moans, he knew the woman before him was beyond control, and Xiao Huaxia unleashed his full power, thrusting forcefully, his lower body continuing to swell. Zhao Yanan felt an unprecedented fullness; though more stamina than Guan Ying, she ejaculated and fell asleep much faster. Zijie, too lazy to care, continued his relentless thrusting until waves of pleasure washed over him, at which point he withdrew, holding back his ejaculation.
Feeling the superiority and novelty of the new cultivation method, Yang Zijie was too lazy to practice the quick-fix method of the scales anymore. He only needed to master the Yang-to-Yin Transformation Technique, and then he could dominate the world, at least to the point of intimidating Nanshan University, and then to dominate the South and even the whole country. Zijie walked upstairs with smug satisfaction, leaving the weight downstairs, which would serve as a convenient excuse for coming and going in the future!
Chapter Four: That Sliver of Green Light
Guan Ying slowly woke up and, seeing that the person beside her was not there, couldn't help but sigh. She had always been dignified and virtuous, unmoved by the relentless pursuit of various boys, and even when she occasionally had close contact with a handsome dance partner in the ballroom dance club, she hadn't fallen for him. Yet, she had been teased by a plain-looking junior classmate. She hurriedly looked to the foot of the bed and found that the weight was still there, and was secretly delighted. The weight was still there, so how far away could the scales be? Of course, she wanted to share her joy with her friend, so without even checking the time, she picked up the phone and dialed a number.
In a cheerful mood, the days passed quickly, and before he knew it, it was the afternoon of the second day. The workload for first-year students was heavy, but their academic life was relatively structured. Zijie attended classes as usual, went to the mountains as usual, everything as before, but he felt somewhat uneasy, as if a gaze was fixed on him all day. Could it be that after he switched to practicing his new cultivation method, he really possessed the domineering aura described in fantasy novels, making some girl swoon? He couldn't believe such a thing was possible, and shook his head, ignoring it.
However, life always has its surprises! Someone, however, had no intention of ignoring him.
As soon as school was over, the usually stern and aloof beauty, Zhang Xiaodan, unexpectedly blocked Zijie's path, looking him up and down, and said, "What's so great about you that such a beauty would be interested in you? Do you have some special talent?" Her eyes were full of mischief as she spoke. Zijie understood immediately; the beauty must be Guan Ying, and his understanding of women deepened once more. Since he was Guan Ying's friend, there was no need to be polite. "Of course I have special skills. I see that the class monitor usually has some depth. When can we have a friendly spar?" Zhang Xiaodan never expected that the seemingly honest Yang Zijie was so roguish. She stomped her foot and turned to leave.
Zijie was amused. Could this iceberg also be a virgin? It seemed that with some effort, he could still win her over. When they met, they would be a perfect match. After daydreaming for a while, he remembered that he had no classes the next weekend, so he headed towards the city center.
The university town was really far from the city center. It took him more than an hour by bus to get there. Fortunately, there was no traffic. The university town was built so far away, probably hoping that students would be less affected by the hustle and bustle of the city. But what's meant to come can't be driven away with sticks or blocked with high walls. A single internet connection has long since brought all the black and white, good and bad, of society into the campus.
Yang Zijie had lost interest in the internet. Unlike other students who were bored and spent their weekends in the dormitory or internet cafes, he was not interested in the internet. Having been in this city for almost a month, it would be completely unlike Xiao Huaxia's personality to not have experienced the local customs yet. The entertainment industry, especially the nightlife, best reflects the locals' living standards and spirit. Secondly, the food culture also reveals a lot.
Zijie hailed a taxi and headed straight for Qianweiju. After such a long drive, even a strong man like him needed to eat. Besides, practicing the Yang-Exploding Skill for the second time had significantly increased his energy consumption. The muscles in his limbs, which had become swollen from the earlier training, were gradually slimming down, and some excess fat was even subtly decreasing, resulting in a noticeable change in his overall demeanor. While his demeanor had improved, without replenishing his nutrition, he feared he wouldn't be able to continue practicing the skill. This was like asking a starving ghost to throw away a roast goose leg – something Zijie absolutely couldn't do.
This city was famous throughout the country for its cuisine, and Qianweiju was one of the best, renowned for its particularly nourishing dish. At this moment, Zijie was sitting in a private booth at Qianweiju. This restaurant was so famous that tourists from all over the country and local regulars alike had to make reservations in advance to secure a table in the first round of business. Little Flower Knight was lucky. After wandering around the lobby for a while, a manager came over and said that the guest in room number one of the "Heavenly" suite invited him to dine at the same table.
When Zijie entered the room, he saw a tall, voluptuous girl in a beige dress smiling at him. It was none other than Guan Ying's roommate, Zhao Yanan, whom he had casually pushed down the night before. It turned out that her father was one of the three major shareholders of Qianweiju, and this room was always hers every Friday night. The taste of last night was not easy to forget. She wanted to invite Zijie to come a few more times, but she was mindful of her relationship with Guan Ying and didn't want to ask her roommate. As soon as she sat down today, she saw Zijie looking for a seat and naturally invited him in.
However, Zijie had just had sex with her the night before and knew clearly how slutty and cute this seemingly innocent girl was behind the scenes. Although Little Flower Knight was very interested in her two big breasts, he hadn't had enough energy to replenish these days and was determined not to waste his energy on this slut tonight.
While indulging in a hearty meal, Zijie also had to deal with the advances of the woman under the table. He felt a pang of regret for having been tempted by the reputation of the dish at Qianweiju; this meal felt like a waste, almost like he was selling his body. Besides, relying solely on regular food wouldn't solve the problem; he needed to find another way, ideally a magic pill—a completely unrealistic fantasy.
Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted them. Zhao Yanan was about to explode, but stared blankly at the newcomer, while Zijie was equally flustered, unsure whether to put his chopsticks down or put them down. The newcomer was a slender and elegantly beautiful young woman. Even dressed in white, her pure beauty couldn't be concealed. Her delicate charm was like that of Snow White from a fairy tale, so beautiful that one couldn't bear to refuse any of her requests! Beneath her willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of bright, crescent-shaped eyes blinked gently. Below her delicate nose, her vermilion lips parted slightly. "Ruyan was ordered to deliver a letter; I apologize for any inconvenience caused, Young Hero Yang," she said, then passed through the door and left Qianwei Residence with the speed of the wind, though a faint green light flickered in her eyes.
Chapter Five: Princess Shanyin
. When Zijie finally realized what was happening and chased after her, she was nowhere to be seen. He then read the letter by the streetlight; it contained only a few sentences, yet each one hit the nail on the head, inviting him to meet her at midnight that night. It was signed: Princess Shanyin. Zijie was immediately startled again. He said to Zhao Yanan, who had followed him out, "I live upstairs from you. Call me when you're interested." He then hailed a taxi and rushed back. The prostitute, having received a promise, was secretly delighted and ignored the mysterious woman.
Although Zijie calls himself the Little Flower Swordsman, he lacks any sense of chivalry; his heart and actions are more like those of a flower thief. A true swordsman must possess some martial arts skills. Yang Zijie has practiced the Thirty-Six Forms of the Meridian Overlord Fist, as recorded in ancient texts, for five years, and in his prime, he can easily shatter stone tablets. Especially these past few days, he has been practicing the Yang-to-Yin Transformation Technique; his muscles haven't simply diminished, but become more restrained, and if he were to unleash the Overlord Fist again, he would likely reach a new level. However, given that modern society is dominated by firearms, even the strongest cannot defeat an Iron Lotus Seed, so Zijie considers himself almost never to have displayed any skills. He was deeply alarmed by the mysterious woman's address of "Young Swordsman," and the Little Flower Swordsman truly didn't know how he had given himself away. The Princess of Shanyin was even stranger; could she be a thousand-year-old ghost?
The other party was mysterious and unpredictable, possessing sophisticated methods, yet seemingly without malice. Overthinking was useless; escape was not in Zijie's nature. The only option was to face it head-on. As soon as Little Flower Hero returned to her apartment, she collapsed to the ground and began circulating the "Burning Yang to Yin Technique." Then she got up and reviewed the "Midnight Overlord Fist" several times—a testament to
the saying, "Even last-minute sparring can be effective!" At midnight, Little Flower Hero, finally regaining some confidence, went out to keep her appointment. Just as she was deciding which direction to take, she heard a faint, melodious tune:
"Rouge lips and powdered face, I remember our meeting, just in the season of spring's sorrow.
Lingering memories and yearnings, two or three months have already passed.
Using every trick in the book, searching every possible scheme, the feeling of intimacy is empty.
Teasing words and playful banter, neither of us finds respite."
" Wanting to cast aside my nemesis, a thousand knots are tied to my heart. My sickly, sorrowful heart
, I secretly swallow my sobs. My resentment, my lovesickness, are beyond words. If I were destined to ride a dragon, I would find joy." The voice was extremely soft; if the young hero's skill were slightly weaker, he would not have heard it at all. Yet every word was clear, like a whisper in his ear—pure, erotic music. The woman singing these erotic songs was truly skilled. Zijie was astonished, wondering if this lovesick woman was Ruyan or her mistress. He hoped she wouldn't make things difficult for him later! He wasn't doing anything outrageous and couldn't possibly have offended anyone unknowingly. The young hero's heart pounded. Following the music, he moved forward step by step, ascending the stairs. He smelled a fragrant breeze, and the music stopped just then. Yang Zijie knew they had arrived. He addressed the iron gate with the tone of the letter, respectfully saying, "Young Yang Zijie greets Your Highness!" "Hahaha! Rare indeed! Over 1500 years, and someone still remembers me! Not bad, not bad! Even Xiao Qing's rubbish could get you to this level; you truly have extraordinary talent! Ruyan, bring him up." Wang Zhong thought to himself, "I bet I made the right choice. Damn it, all that internet time during summer vacation wasn't for nothing. If it weren't for that unbelievable, timeless story, how would I remember this Princess Liu Cuiyu of Shanyin?" Ruyan, draped in a thin veil and wearing a floor-length gown, had already opened the door to greet him. Zijie followed Ruyan through the gate. The room was enormous, seemingly a three- to five-hundred-square-meter space. There were no lights on—not that they weren't on, but they weren't installed at all. Only red candles were lit, like those used in ancient wedding nights, their light flickering in the breeze. Zijie followed behind Ruyan, who wore a thin veil over her upper body and a long, trailing skirt. The fragrant breeze was quite pleasant, and he could see the beauty's full hips and slender waist so close, vaguely visible, as if she were wearing nothing underneath. He longed to embrace her and ravage her. After only a few steps, a huge rat suddenly darted across their path. Ruyan wasn't afraid, but she slowed her pace slightly, and the trailing skirt was stepped on by the little flower-wielder, causing it to fall off. Ruyan fell straight to the ground, her fragrant buttocks facing the sky. Zijie couldn't stop himself (even if he could, he probably wouldn't have), and the two of them fell to the ground one after the other. He was now facing the beauty's exposed buttocks, her skin so tender it seemed to be dripping with moisture, almost translucent. The little flower-wielder didn't hesitate to lightly kiss her, his hand also reaching down to touch her beautiful legs. Ruyan was instantly struck as if by lightning, her whole body trembling violently. A clear spring slowly flowed from her lower body, and she involuntarily let out a seductive moan. She felt a tingling, indescribable comfort where Yang Shaoxia touched her, and couldn't help but sway her slender waist gently in response to his caresses. One of her soft hands even grasped his large breasts and began to interact with them. At this moment, Zijie remembered something. His hand was still caressing and kneading her breasts, but he loudly proclaimed, "Your Highness invited me here, yet first sent such a generous gift. What is your purpose? Please show yourself and speak plainly!" "Very good! As expected of Ximen Qing's successor, your mind is still quite calm. Not bad, not bad." Before the words were finished, a greenish-blue light slowly floated down from the upper floor, solidifying into the shape of a beautiful, ethereal woman upon landing. She was like a celestial being, and then a bone-chilling pressure rushed towards Yang Zijie. The beauty he had been embracing was gone; now she stood gracefully beside the woman, her clothes intact, without a trace of tear. Zijie clicked his tongue in amazement. It was an illusion! If it weren't for Ruyan's skillful wrestling that allowed her to fall so easily, he might have already been tricked. He wondered what the consequences would be; he couldn't possibly win. A deity like her probably wouldn't make things difficult for him. He'd better take some elixirs so he could experience the thrill of soaring through the air. Hearing the fairy's praise, he felt reassured but also filled with anticipation. He saw Ruyan gazing at him with spring-like eyes, her face still flushed, suggesting that his previous encounter wasn't just an illusion. Zijie tried desperately to get up, but felt as if a thousand pounds weighed on his body, rendering him immobile. He used all his strength only to resist the chilling pressure. Still too weak! Princess Shanyin sighed, "Young hero, though you possess excellent qualities, unfortunately, there's nothing of value in Xiaoqing's book for you to learn. Only the last chapter, the 'Burning Yang to Yin Transformation Technique,' was created by me. 'When Yang reaches its extreme, Yin arises; Yin and Yang complement each other.' It should possess some power, but unfortunately, Xiaoqing had already lost his primordial Yang and could not cultivate it. Otherwise, back then…" Princess Shanyin paused, then continued, "I have waited over nine hundred years, and I truly do not wish to wait any longer. The circumstances of that time were not as recorded in the book. I was first coerced by my elder brother, Emperor Ziye, and then implicated by him, suffering a tragic death. Although I was saved by the Great Immortal Ge Hong, preserving my soul and receiving a wondrous method to cultivate my primordial spirit, which remains in the world, the most tragic thing is that even after my death, I was relentlessly slandered and vilified by later Confucian historians. It was truly unfortunate." The woman's words were filled with sorrow. The princess then changed the subject, "Since I created the 'Burning Yang to Yin Transformation Technique,' for hundreds of years only you, young hero, have safely cultivated this technique. This is both destiny and our shared fate." Perhaps your foundation is still shallow, your cultivation time is insufficient, and you lack guidance, resulting in a weaker cultivation level. When I created the Yang-to-Yin Transformation Technique, it was too hasty, and there are some flaws in the formula. If you practice it according to it, you will inevitably encounter some problems. This deficiency is not only due to a lack of spiritual energy, but also for other reasons, which I will not elaborate on. There is something that has troubled me for many years, and I need your help. First, settle your worldly affairs, and remember not to deplete your vital energy. I will come to find you in a month, not only to help you resolve your problems, but also to help you reach a higher level. As for that maid, Ruyan, if you are interested, you can have her, but I still have a great use for her, and she still needs to cultivate with me to consolidate her strength. This Qi-Nourishing Pill is made from hundreds of kinds of spiritual herbs and medicinal herbs, which took hundreds of years to collect. Take it first; it will solidify your true energy and be equivalent to sixty years of arduous cultivation. Yang Zijie suddenly felt a sense of relief. Just as he was about to ask a question, a tiny object flew over with a glittering light and landed squarely in his mouth.

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