Jiangbei Rebellion 1-3

Chapter One: The First Signs of the Demon
Autumn winds rustled through the leaves, and yellow sand swirled in the air.
The majestic Qingyue Manor resembled an emperor's palace, its massive bluestone walls, two zhang high and three chi thick, encircling
the entire manor like an iron barrel. It was more like a castle built against the mountain than a manor. This
was known in the martial world as the most impregnable fortress.
"Lei Wangba, you come out here!" Jiang Hanlong roared, standing seven zhang away from the gate of Qingyue Manor.
Jiang Hanlong was tall and imposing, with a leopard-like head and piercing eyes. He leaned slightly forward, his head deliberately tilted to the left,
giving him an aura of unparalleled dominance. The purple-gold dragon scale blade in his hand gleamed with a chilling light amidst the swirling sand.
Behind Jiang Hanlong, hundreds of members of the Jianglong Gang and two top experts from the Liuhuo Gang
mocked .
Looking at Jiang Hanlong, who seemed like a god, Lei Zhentian on the city wall sneered slightly. With the city wall two zhang high and
the mountain villa 's traps and natural defenses, even the strongest person could only roar and howl at the villa, not daring to cross the line.
"Lei Zhentian, you turtle bastard, all you do is cower in your shell. If you have the guts, come and fight me!"
Jiang Hanlong cursed angrily, looking up at the crowd on the city wall.
"Brother, I'll go and deal with this bastard." Lei Zhentian's sworn brother, Yuan Shuo, was furious at Jiang Hanlong's insults
.
"No need for Third Brother to take action." The gentle voice made Yuan Shuo's heart itch.
"Sister-in-law is here." Lin Yuerou, dressed in black night clothes, stood gracefully beside Lei Zhentian. The tight
night clothes outlined Lin Yuerou's proud figure.
"Yuerou, why are you here?" Lei
Zhentian looked at his beautiful wife with affection. "Hearing the wild dogs barking, I was annoyed, so I came to beat them up." Lin Yuerou coldly looked down at Jiang Hanlong.
"Yue Rou, don't be impulsive. The Jianglong Gang and Liuhuo Gang have ill intentions." Lei Zhentian knew his wife was gentle on the outside but strong on the inside
, and seeing her dressed in black, he feared she might fight Jiang Hanlong in a fit of anger.
"Yue Rou knows," Lin Yue Rou said softly.
"Is that the Phoenix Heroine Lin from Jiangbei up there?" Jiang Hanlong looked up at Lin Yue Rou on the city wall, a lewd smile appearing on his domineering
face .
"I could eat those breasts for a month." Luo Hua Die Ma Rui, the second-in-command of the Liuhuo Gang, was a notorious lecher.
Seeing Lin Yue Rou appear, he took a few steps forward and stood next to Jiang Hanlong, his words extremely vulgar.
As soon as Lin Yue Rou appeared, she became the focus of everyone's attention. Under her black tight-fitting clothes, her ample breasts were almost bursting out
, and her tightly wrapped legs made her look even longer, attracting everyone's attention.
Ma Rui's words further focused everyone's attention on Lin Yue Rou's high breasts.
Lin Yue Rou's pretty face flushed, her eyes flashing coldly.
"Yuerou, don't..." Lei Zhentian tried to stop her, but it was too late; Lin Yuerou had already
rushed off the city wall.
"Second brother, be careful!" Zhao Feiwu, the leader of the Liuhuo Gang, warned Ma
Rui as Lei Zhentian spoke.
Lin Yuerou swooped down like an eagle, leaving a trail of black lightning in the sky.
The seven-zhang distance was covered in an instant, and Lin Yuerou's slender hands attacked Jiang Hanlong and Ma Rui with her twin swords.
Lin Yuerou was known as the Phoenix of Jiangbei, and her lightness skill was naturally unparalleled. In her rage, her speed reached its peak.
Although he knew that Lin Yuerou's lightness skill was superb, Jiang Hanlong was still caught off guard when she used it.
Facing Lin Yuerou's single sword in her left hand, he could only choose to retreat, while his Purple-Gold Dragon Scale Blade collided head-on with Lin Yuerou's single sword.
Lin Yuerou snorted coldly and withdrew her single sword in her left hand. Her attack on the two was only to repel Jiang Hanlong so that she could concentrate on dealing with
Ma Rui. Jiang Hanlong's retreat gave her more space, and she accelerated her attack on Ma Rui with her single sword in her right hand.
Jiang Hanlong retreated in time, but Ma Rui wasn't so lucky. His martial arts were inferior to Jiang Hanlong's, and Lin Yuerou, angered by his vulgar
words, unleashed her full power with her right-hand single-edged sword. Ma Rui also retreated, but was still a step too slow, and a blade cleaved
into his chest.
With a roar of "Ah!", blood spurted from his chest, and Ma Rui fell backward. Lin Yuerou's left-hand sword slashed
at .
With a clang, Jiang Hanlong's Purple-Gold Dragon Scale Blade blocked Lin Yuerou's fatal blow.
"Such strong internal energy." Lin Yuerou's arm went numb, and the single-edged sword flew from her hand.
Lin Yuerou's attack was slightly hindered. The seven masters of the Jianglong Gang and Zhao Feiwu of the Liuhuo Gang, wielding the Blazing Blade, rushed forward almost simultaneously
. Lin Yuerou lightly touched the ground with her slender feet and flew backward.
Instantly, she created a distance of three zhang between herself and the eight masters.
As Lin Yuerou retreated, a hail of arrows rained down from the city wall. Using the cover of the arrows, Lin Yuerou retreated to the edge of the wall,
leaping more than ten feet high. She forcefully plunged her single-edged sword into a crack in the bluestone of the wall with her right hand, then pulled upwards with her right,
nimbly leaping onto the wall like a swallow.
From the moment Lin Yuerou charged out, injured someone, to her retreat, it was all done in a split second. All her movements were fluid and seamless, displaying exceptional
lightness skill and masterful technique.
Lin Yuerou landed firmly on the wall, her large breasts swaying wildly with her rapid movements, displaying astonishing
elasticity.
Yuan Shuo, standing beside her, secretly swallowed, his eyes constantly stealing glances at her swaying breasts.
"Jiangbei Phoenix's lightness skill is indeed remarkable, I admire it." Jiang Hanlong picked up Lin Yuerou's single-edged sword, which had been knocked away, and
lightly swung it, the sword flying with lightning speed.
"Sister-in-law, be careful!" Rolling Thunder Yuan Shuo blocked Lin Yuerou's chest with his iron hammer as she landed.
A clang rang out as the flying single-edged sword struck the iron hammer, sending sparks flying.
Yuan Shuo's arm went slightly numb. He never expected that Jiang Hanlong's casual throw from several feet away would contain such astonishing
internal force. He looked down at Jiang Hanlong, meeting his cold, piercing gaze. Despite the distance, Yuan Shuo
felt utterly helpless.
"You will regret what happened today," Jiang Hanlong said coldly, looking at Lin Yuerou.
Meeting Jiang Hanlong's hateful gaze, Lin Yuerou remained calm, but beneath her composed exterior, her heart
was churning. That icy gaze sent chills down her spine.
On the city wall, as Qingyue Manor cheered for the Manor Lord's wife's swift defeat of the enemy, no one noticed
the chill in Yuan Shuo and Lin Yuerou's hearts.
The main hall of Qingyue Manor was filled with people. Manor Lord Lei Zhentian sat in the hall, his face grave. Although
there were many people in the hall, it was deathly silent. The atmosphere was incredibly heavy and oppressive, like the brief calm before a storm.
Lin Yuerou's narrow victory did not change the situation; the entire Qingyue Manor was still
completely .
"The Jianglong Gang can't break in, and we can't break out either. What should we do?" The person who broke the silence was
short but extremely fat, his whole body like a round ball. It was none other than Lei Zhentian's sworn brother, Rolling Thunder Yuan Shuo.
"We've been besieged for eight days already. If we wait any longer, we'll be starving
. Brother, why don't we just charge out and fight them to the death?" Lei Zhentian's other sworn brother, Xu Fang, the Wind Chaser, slammed his fist on the table and said.
"Yes, let's charge out and fight them!" The crowd in the hall was filled with excitement.
Lei Zhentian, nearing fifty, stroked his gray beard with his powerful hand, calmly looked at his
sworn brothers, and smiled slightly at the disciples beside him, saying, "Of the two top masters of the Liuhuo Gang, Luohua Die Ma Rui has already been wounded by
your sister-in-law's blade. However, the Liuhuo Gang still has Lieyan Dao Zhao Feiwu and the Jianglong Gang's seven top masters. These eight are
all first-rate martial arts experts. The other two gangs still have hundreds of disciples, while on our side, only Yuan Shuo, Xu Fang, and I are still capable
of fighting. If we rashly attack, it will undoubtedly be like throwing an egg against a rock." Lei Zhentian paused and then said, "We still have traps
to guard in the manor. Once we leave the manor, we will be lambs to the slaughter." Lei Zhentian was
resourceful question, and his disciples revered him like a god. They deeply agreed with his explanation.
"But we can't just sit and wait to die." Yuan Shuo swayed his round head, his fat hands slamming the table
loudly. Even now, Jiang Hanlong's cold gaze still lingered in his mind.
"Don't worry, brother. I've already sent a message to the Thunderbolt Hall by carrier pigeon. I believe they'll arrive within three days. Then
we'll attack from both sides and defeat the Jianglong Gang and the Liuhuo Gang in one fell swoop. Jiangbei will then be ours, brothers."
"No wonder you weren't worried at all, brother. You already had a plan." Xu Fang suddenly realized.
"Now we just need to guard against the Jianglong Gang and the Liuhuo Gang's sneak attacks. After three days, all problems
will be solved ."
"Master is wise!" A disciple cheered loudly, and the hall, which had been silent, immediately erupted in cheers.
Lei Zhentian once again boosted morale, a smile on his face, but inwardly he felt a pang of fear.
Holding out for three days—how easy was that? The Jianglong Gang and Liuhuo Gang, with their eight top masters constantly launching sneak attacks and their subordinates
harassing the area day and night, had left Qingyue Manor exhausted and demoralized after eight days. At this critical moment, the slightest mishap
could see Qingyue Manor swallowed up by the Jianglong Gang, destroying the foundation built by their ancestors. Lei Zhentian
couldn't that responsibility; he couldn't let the manor, built by his ancestors, be destroyed in his hands. Lei Zhentian fell into deep thought.
The Jianglong Gang and Qingyue Manor were the two major martial arts forces in Jiangbei, dividing the entire region into two. As the saying goes, "two tigers
cannot ," both sides desired to annex the other and become the dominant force. However, neither had the strength to conquer the other. For a long time
, the Jiangbei martial arts world remained peaceful due to the checks and balances between the two powers. Until a year ago, the emergence of Jiang Hanlong,
the new leader of the Jianglong Gang, changed everything.
Upon assuming the position of gang leader, Jiang Hanlong immediately reorganized the gang's affairs. Internally, he strengthened his
own position by forcing out the original elders and placing his trusted confidants in important roles to enhance his control over the gang. Externally, he accelerated expansion,
recruiting new members and simultaneously joining forces with the Liuhuo Gang, the third largest power in Jiangbei. This significantly boosted the Jianglong Gang's strength in a short period,
making it a threat to Qingyue Manor. Consequently, Qingyue Manor was forced to break its principles and ally with
a force —the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall.
With the Thunderbolt Hall, Lei Zhentian believed he could maintain the existing balance. However, he hadn't anticipated that Jiang Hanlong had already
laid everything in place. Without his knowledge, he was surrounded by the Jianglong Gang. If it
were only the Jianglong Gang and Liuhuo Gang members in front of him, he could still defend himself thanks to Qingyue Manor's defenses. However, Lei Zhentian
had a vague feeling that there was a powerful figure behind the Jianglong Gang, and those hiding in the shadows were what truly alarmed him
. Lei Zhentian knew that Qingyue Manor was now facing an unprecedented crisis.
The autumn night was slightly chilly, with gusts of cold wind and the rustling of insects under the cold moon.
Three miles from Qingyue Manor lay a vast forest, ancient trees reaching for the
sky. Under the moonlight, the breeze rustled the leaves, making the entire forest seem like a haunted place haunted by evil spirits.
Deep within the forest, a faint light flickered. Ten feet into the forest, a clearing about three feet in diameter came into view.
A carriage sat in the center of the clearing, a faint light emanating from its interior, adding a touch of
life to the eerie forest.
The carriage shook violently, and from within came the sounds of flesh colliding and seductive moans, enough to make
one's blood boil.
The once domineering Jiang Hanlong stood beside the carriage like a child who had done something wrong, his fists clenched,
palms sweating.
A excited cry rang out from inside the carriage, abruptly silencing everything. The world fell silent except for
the rustling of clothes being put on.
"Have you seen Lei Zhentian?" an aged voice asked
. "Yes," Jiang Hanlong replied hastily.
"Did Lei Zhentian come out to fight?"
"No, that old bastard has been holed up in Qingyue Manor, afraid to step outside." Jiang Hanlong
wiped the cold sweat from his brow, his eyes fixed nervously on the carriage curtain.
The curtain parted, and a small, thin figure emerged from the carriage, resembling a twelve or thirteen-year-old child,
though the white hair and wrinkles on his face indicated he was over sixty.
"Did you use the Bewitching Eyes I taught you?" the dwarf old man stared at Jiang Hanlong, his gaze
colder than the dark forest beneath the night.
"Rolling Thunder Yuan Shuo and Jiangbei Phoenix Lin Yuerou have already fallen for it." Cold sweat streamed down Jiang Hanlong's back.
"Hmm, you've done well; at least there's progress." The dwarf seemed satisfied with the result.
"However, Qingyue Manor is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it's riddled with traps. Taking it in one fell swoop is almost
impossible ." Jiang Hanlong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the old dwarf's expression soften.
"You just need to surround Qingyue Manor, and I'll handle the rest." As he spoke, the old man's thin
figure shot out of the forest like an arrow, heading straight for Qingyue Manor.
The old man let out several long howls as he sped away, like thunderclaps that shook the night sky and stretched for miles, displaying unparalleled
inner strength.
As the howls faded into the distance, Jiang Hanlong deflated like a punctured balloon, leaning against a tree trunk. His terrified gaze
glared angrily in the direction the old man had disappeared, his hands clenched tightly, a fierce thought forming in his mind: "One day, I will make you wish you
were dead."
"Hanlong..." A timid voice came from inside the carriage.
Jiang Hanlong lifted the curtain and entered the carriage.
The carriage was brightly lit by candlelight, with dragons and phoenixes carved on the walls and a snow-white fox fur carpet on the floor, displaying the owner
's luxury.
A naked body lay on the fox fur, with plump, round buttocks, long legs, and voluptuous, snow-white flesh.
Although the face was not visible, one could feel the mature allure of a woman.
Fine beads of sweat glistened on her smooth, bare back. Between her round, plump buttocks, her once tightly closed vulva seemed to have been brutally
invaded. The woman's most mysterious petals opened weakly, and cloudy white semen gushed from the depths of her vulva.
Jiang Hanlong strode forward and sat on the fox fur coat, pulling her body into his arms and softly murmuring, "Qingling."
The young woman forcefully raised her slender hand to gently gather her dark hair, revealing her beautiful face. However, this beautiful face was devoid
of any color, even her lips seemed to lack any redness, terrifyingly pale.
"Hanlong... am I going to die?" The beautiful woman looked weakly at Jiang Hanlong, reaching out her slender hand to stroke
his resolute cheek, but her slender hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she fell heavily back down after just raising it.
"No." Jiang Hanlong hugged the beautiful woman tightly, tears welling up in his tiger eyes.
"Am I... am I very despicable?" The beautiful woman looked at Jiang Hanlong with affection, her pale face showing hope.
Jiang Hanlong was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to comfort his wife.
The beautiful woman smiled bitterly, leaning against Jiang Hanlong's chest, her beautiful eyes fixed on her husband as if they hadn't seen each other for years:
"Son...is...safe." Her eyes once again held a hopeful look.
"Qingling, don't worry, once I rescue our son, I'll tear that old bastard to pieces." Thinking of the old man
kidnapping their son and toying with his wife, Jiang Hanlong gritted his teeth in hatred.
"You must...you must...protect our son." The beautiful woman used all her strength to raise her arm, her slender hand tightly gripping Jiang
Hanlong's arm.
Jiang Hanlong held his wife tightly, the beautiful woman nestled against her husband, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
A gentle night breeze, like a mother's hand, caressed the carriage, the bells hanging from the corner of the carriage ceiling jingling softly in the breeze,
time seemed to stand still.
Footsteps echoed from the mountains.
"Chief Jiang, Elder Zhuo has gone to Qingyue Manor." A loud voice entered the carriage.
"I know." Jiang Hanlong replied coldly.
"Elder Zhuo wants you to intercept the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall coming to their aid." The person outside the carriage seemed oblivious to Jiang Hanlong
's anger.
"I'll send someone at dawn." Jiang Hanlong sat in the carriage, holding his wife tightly, his eyes fixed on the outside, a
cold glint in them.
"The elder said you must act immediately," the person outside urged.
There was no response. The air seemed to freeze, the night wind seemed to stop, and the forest was eerily quiet. The person outside the carriage
had a vague sense of foreboding.
With a "whoosh," the carriage curtain was lifted, and Jiang Hanlong, holding a purple-gold dragon scale knife, stared coldly at the newcomer.
The person outside the carriage was over forty years old, with a pointed face, crooked eyes, and a mustache, resembling a large rat, extremely sleazy.
The rat felt a sudden tightness in its chest under Jiang Hanlong's angry gaze and hurriedly took two steps back: "What do you want?"
Jiang Hanlong didn't answer, but took two more steps forward. The rat followed, fear showing in its eyes: "If you dare to touch
me, Elder Zhuo won't let your son off." The rat could hear its own voice trembling.
Thinking of his son, the veins on the back of Jiang Hanlong's hand holding the knife bulged, but his expression softened.
"Chief Jiang, you'd better think more about your son. Disobeying Elder Zhuo's orders will be very detrimental to him
." Seeing Jiang Hanlong's expression soften, the lewd man grew bolder.
"Hanlong...go ahead." The beautiful woman's voice came from inside the carriage.
Jiang Hanlong stomped his foot angrily, turned, and strode away.
Only after Jiang Hanlong's figure disappeared into the night did the lewd man turn and enter the carriage.
The lewd man was named Zhang Zhong, Jiang Hanlong's senior brother. As the senior brother of the Jianglong Gang, and with the strong support of
the elders , Zhang Zhong originally thought his position as gang leader was a sure thing. He never expected that the Jianglong Gang would produce a
once-in-a-century martial arts genius, Jiang Hanlong. In just two years, Jiang Hanlong's martial arts had surpassed Zhang Zhong's, who had been a student for over a decade.
By the time Zhang Zhong felt threatened by Jiang Hanlong, it was too late. Jiang Hanlong's talent and superior martial arts
had already won the gang leader's appreciation, and he had smoothly inherited the position.
Jiang Hanlong initially held his senior brother, Zhang Zhong, in contempt, especially after becoming the gang
leader . Zhang Zhong, fed up with the humiliation in the Jianglong Gang, harbored extreme hatred for Jiang Hanlong, yet dared not
show the slightest disrespect to his leader. However,
the arrival of Zhuo Linqing, the elder of the Demonic Sect and known as the "White-haired Flower Thief," changed everything. Zhuo Linqing swiftly took control of Jiang
Hanlong's young son, using him as leverage to force a complete break between the Jianglong Gang and the Qingyue Manor, two major powers in Jiangbei. Zhuo Linqing aimed
to control the entire Jiangbei martial arts world, preparing for the future of the Demonic Sect.
Zhuo Linqing's arrival gave Zhang Zhong a lifeline. He followed Zhuo Linqing closely, obeying
his every command , and quickly gained his trust, becoming his confidant. Zhuo Linfeng once stated that if the Demonic Sect
unified the Central Plains martial arts world, Jiangbei would be under Zhang Zhong's command. Overjoyed, Zhang Zhong worked exceptionally hard for Zhuo Linfeng.
Chapter Two: An Unconventional Disciple
Due to his sleazy appearance and lack of ambition, Zhang Zhong's status within the gang steadily declined. No woman wanted to
approach this senior brother of the Jianglong Gang, leaving him nearly forty and still unmarried. Every month at the end of the month, he would spend
his meager salary in brothels, squandering it all by the beginning of the next month. He would
then spend the rest of his time masturbating and fantasizing, his object of which was the gang leader's wife, Qingling. He often fantasized about
riding on her beautiful body.
One day, unable to control himself, Zhang Zhong sneaked into the gang leader's room and picked up Qingling's undergarments to masturbate. He was caught red-handed by Qingling.
Zhang Zhong would never forget the look of shock and disdain on Qingling's face. His own sleazy expression became even more like that of a rat.
Under Qingling's contemptuous gaze, he slunk away.
That disdainful look became Zhang Zhong's inescapable nightmare. After Zhuo Linqing took control of the Jianglong Gang, he also
successfully possessed Qingling. To win over Zhang Zhong, Zhuo Linqing shared Qingling with him, allowing Zhang Zhong to finally
get what he wanted.
"Sister-in-law, your brother has come to see you." The lewd man leered at the naked beauty in the fox fur coat.
The beauty's eyes were tightly closed, and her face showed a disdainful expression.
"A slut who's been ridden by a thousand men and fucked by ten thousand, you still dare to give me attitude? I'll fuck your cunt raw today."
The rat-like lewd man stripped off his clothes, his bare upper body so thin that it was just skin and bones, his legs
as thin as two bamboo poles supporting him on the ground. Equally thin as his body was his manhood, his
long standing between his legs like a chopstick.
At this point, Qingling's contempt for Zhang Zhong only intensified, infuriating him. His withered
hands spread Qingling's long, slender legs, and his long, thin penis, as thin as chopsticks, thrust into the beautiful woman's vagina.
"Elder Zhuo's techniques for absorbing essence are truly remarkable. Every time I finish with this slut, she's like a lump of mud, without the slightest resistance..."
"Resistance." Zhang Zhong hoisted the beautiful woman's legs onto his shoulders, his slender penis thrusting wildly inside her. However,
the small penis barely touched her labia, offering almost no pleasure. Zhang Zhong, bored with
the experience, withdrew his penis and forcefully spread Qingling's legs apart, his hands caressing her delicate labia.
The tender petals still held the cloudy white semen that Zhuo Linqing had ejaculated. Zhang Zhong pressed his five fingers together in a cone shape, his fingertips
digging into the petals, forcing her tender labia into his flesh.
Qingling realized what was happening, her beautiful eyes widening in fear, but her powerless body couldn't escape
Zhang Zhong's .
Looking at Qingling's expression, Zhang Zhong felt a surge of vengeful pleasure, his lewd grinning incomparably lewd.
Zhang Zhong pushed forward with force, his five fingers, pressed together, sinking into the beautiful woman's tender flesh. Halfway in, her honeypot
was stretched to its limit; the thickest part of his knuckles pressed tightly against the
entrance .
"Zhang Zhong, you beast!" Qingling weakly cursed.
Zhang Zhong coldly smiled and said, "I'll wait until you beg me." He gently rubbed the woman's nipple with one hand,
slowly withdrawing his hand from her honeypot. The woman's honeypot fluid smeared Zhang Zhong's five fingers.
The woman felt Zhang Zhong's hand leave her lower body and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her tense body relaxing slightly.
In that instant of relaxation, Zhang Zhong's five fingers thrust forward rapidly, his withered hand forcefully penetrating the woman's tender
honeypot, his entire hand occupying Qingling's honey passage.
"Ah!" Suddenly, a tearing sensation came from her lower body. The woman's pale, slender hands gripped
the fox fur beneath her, her whole body trembling like a fish out of water, her cherry lips panting rapidly.
Her labia were torn, and blood gushed out, staining Zhang Zhong's wrist.
"Elder Zhuo's thing is fucking huge. Your little cunt is so big it could swallow a hand."
Zhang Zhong thrashed his hand back and forth, deforming Qingling's honeypot.
Zhang Zhong enjoyed the thrill of this revenge. Looking at the blood on his wrist, he thrashed his hand even faster, his
fingers suddenly spreading wide, pressing tightly against the inner walls of her cunt, creating a small mound on the woman's flat stomach.
In the slightly chilly air, beads of sweat rolled down Qingling's forehead. The intense pain in her cunt
made her feel like she was dying, and the curses she uttered turned into weak screams.
"Still pretending with me? I'll do whatever I want with you." Zhang Zhong's other hand
almost crushed Qingling's nipple.
Seeing Qingling's terrified face and feeble moans, Zhang Zhong felt immense satisfaction. He
withdrew his bloodied hand from Qingling's vagina and waved it in front of her. Qingling's vulva was wide open, dripping with blood,
her labia drooping limply.
"It's bleeding. Looks like it's still not big enough. How about I use both hands to help you open it up?"
Zhang Zhong placed both hands together between Qingling's fair thighs.
"Zhang Zhong, no!" Qingling pleaded almost desperately, thinking of the tearing pain.
"In the end, you still beg me." Zhang Zhong laughed triumphantly, his bloodied hand kneading the beautiful woman's tender breasts,
feeling a sense of successful conquest.
A slender, chopstick-like penis pressed against the beautiful woman's cherry lips, the glans, as thin as a little finger, against her red lips. Zhang Zhong
thought a slight threat, Qingling would take his penis into her
mouth. However, he was met with Qingling's resolute gaze, a gaze that told him that no matter what he used, Qingling would never take his penis into her mouth.
Zhang Zhong knew he hadn't completely conquered the beauty before him; in this matter, threats of force
had no .
"I will let you see your son," Zhang Zhong said, his small penis tracing against the woman's face, feeling
the smoothness of her skin.
Seeing her son was undoubtedly a huge temptation for Qingling; she was still alive for him,
and as Zhuo Linqing's confidant, Zhang Zhong must know his son's whereabouts.
As Zhang Zhong's penis slid in again, the beautiful woman opened her cherry lips, accepting the first penis into her mouth, a
place even her husband had never entered.
"Lick it with your tongue," Zhang Zhong laughed loudly as his penis was enveloped by her warm, wet mouth.
The clamor of the hall still echoed in the night sky. Lei Zhentian and the disciples of the manor, along with his two sworn brothers,
Xu Fang (Chasing Wind Arrow) and Yuan Shuo (Rolling Thunder), were still drinking heartily.
In an elegant room in the backyard of the manor, Lin Yuerou placed her butterfly twin swords,
the left right one in her palm
. Her left thumb lightly stroked the blade, the cold edge sending chills down her spine. "What does Jiang Hanlong mean by this?" Lin Yuerou asked herself, stroking the inscription on the blade.
Her slender fingers traced the blade, and the two characters "spy" faintly appeared, the characters bold and vigorous. It was clearly written with
her fingers, the single sword that Jiang Hanlong had knocked away.
Jiang Hanlong's finger strength showed that he was extremely skilled, but was the word "spy" a reminder that there was a traitor planted in Qingyue
Manor? Why would Jiang Hanlong remind her? Lin Yuerou couldn't figure it out.
Lin Yuerou felt it necessary to let Lei Zhentian know, but as an opponent, Jiang Hanlong's secret reminder might be a feint
. Being too concerned could disrupt her own strategy.
"Madam, the water is ready," the maid Xiang'er said, coming out of the inner room. "Hmm, you should rest. There's nothing for you here
." Lin Yuerou said, "I'll stand guard outside." Xiang'er smiled charmingly, exuding an indescribable allure.
"No need, you can go." Lin Yuerou's heart trembled slightly at Xiang'er's deliberately seductive smile,
a warm sensation surging between her legs.
"Really no need?" Xiang'er gave a meaningful smile.
"You little hussy, hurry up and leave." Lin Yuerou's face flushed slightly, as reserved as an unmarried girl. "
Then please don't call Xiang'er later, Madam," Xiang'er said, leaving somewhat disappointed.
Inside the large bathtub in the inner room, steam rose. Her slender fingers gently tested the water temperature; it was just right.
Lin Yuerou lightly loosened her robe, removing her undergarments. Freed from the constraints of clothing, her large breasts swelled,
swaying violently with each step.
"Sigh, this is exhausting," Lin Yuerou said, supporting her heavy breasts as she stepped into the bathtub.
They were almost twice the size of when she married. She was eighteen when she married, a slender young woman whose
breasts , though full, weren't as enormous as they were now. At that time, Lei Zhentian was thirty-three, and he would almost always
fall asleep embracing those beautiful breasts. In recent years, Lei Zhentian had focused on martial arts, rarely seeing his beloved wife, leaving
Lin Yuerou, in the prime of her life, alone every night.
Thinking back to those passionate nights, Lei Zhentian's powerful body pressing against her, Lin Yuerou felt a surge of heat. Her slender
fingers slipped between her thighs, gently caressing her labia.
"Mmm..." Lin Yuerou groaned softly, her other hand quickly gripping her large breasts, her fingertips pinching
the rosy nipples at the peaks.
A hot, pleasurable sensation spread rapidly throughout her body, and Lin Yuerou quickened her caresses.
"Hehe, does Madam really not want Xiang'er?" A girl's silvery voice came from outside the door.
"You little slut, I knew you hadn't left, hurry up and get in here." Lin Yuerou feigned anger.
"Okay." Xiang'er's exquisite body, already completely naked, rushed in from the outer room and
jumped into the bathtub.
A huge splash of water covered Lin Yuerou's face, and Lin Yuerou reached out to wipe the water droplets from her face, laughing and scolding, "You little slut,
you better watch yourself." "Madam commands, how dare Xiang'er disobey." Xiang'er pounced into Lin Yuerou's arms and
opened her mouth to take her nipple into her mouth.
As the lady's personal maid, Xiang'er was already quite skilled. Her hands dipped into the water, her slender fingers parting
the delicate labia, two fingers entering the lady's honeyed passage, her thumb teasing the bud at the tip of the vulva.
"Ah...you little...slut!" A jolt of electricity coursed through her body, and Lin Yuerou gripped the edge of the tub tightly, letting out a wanton
cry .
Xiang'er's small fingers moved rapidly in and out of her vulva, her tongue constantly teasing the rosy buds at the tips of her large breasts.
Lin Yuerou grabbed Xiang'er's wrist, pulling her fingers out of her honeyed passage, while simultaneously clamping her legs together to prevent Xiang'er
from penetrating again. With her other hand, she pushed against Xiang'er's forehead, pulling her breasts out of Xiang'er's mouth.
"Wash yourself clean first, then go to bed," Lin Yuerou said breathlessly.
Xiang'er shook her head helplessly, saying, "If you could be more accommodating, perhaps Master would come more often."
"You little brat, what nonsense are you talking about?" Lin Yuerou splashed water on herself.
"That's right! Every time Master comes over, you make him spend half a day in this bathtub, and even
scrub his teeth with salt. He's always in a rush, but you always put out his fire," Xiang'er said with a giggle.
"You still dare to say that!" Lin Yuerou reached out to hit her.
"Madam, please forgive me! Xiang'er won't do it again!" the girl giggled and dodged.
Compared to Xiang'er's cheerful and bold nature, Lin Yuerou seemed more like an unmarried girl in front of this young girl, cautious and careful
in everything she did. Xiang'er, on the other hand, seemed more like a woman who had experienced the hardships of life.
After several rounds of drinks, most people were flushed and their faces were red. The hall was filled with shouts and noise, a
deafening . The table where the three Lei brothers sat in the lead was surrounded by people. Lei Zhentian was in high spirits, half-asleep,
when he would usually embellish the stories of his and his sworn brothers, Xu Fang and Yuan Shuo, who had roamed
the Jiangbei martial arts world. Xu Fang and Yuan Shuo would also join in, subtly
recounting their heroic deeds.
"Second brother, do you remember when we raided the Flying Sky Gang at night?" Lei Zhentian's loud voice drowned out
the noise .
"How could I forget? The Flying Sky Gang was wreaking havoc in Jiangbei, colluding with the Demonic Sect to control the Jiangbei martial arts world. It was you, eldest brother
, who took the lead, leading the third brother and me to raid the Flying Sky Gang at night and personally kill the Flying Sky Wolf, Dugu Yuehen." Xu Fang stroked his beard, his eyes
sparkling, as if he had returned to that night.
"Think of Dugu Yuehen, he was a formidable opponent, his Wind and Thunder Sword Technique unparalleled in the martial world, yet he only managed to withstand six moves
from " Rolling Thunder Yuan Shuo was filled with passion, gesturing wildly.
Lei Zhentian laughed and said, "That time seemed easy, but it was actually extremely dangerous. If I
hadn't managed , the outcome would have been unpredictable." "Actually, the outcome was already foreseeable. Looking across Jiangbei, and even the entire
martial world, how many could withstand my elder brother's Seven Swords of the Rising Sun?" Xu Fang's voice was loud and clear, clearly using his internal
strength. Under his powerful tone, the entire hall resounded like a thunderclap, making everyone's eardrums bulge.
Three people were still drinking and chatting at a table at the foot of the hall, not joining the group. These three were
the least capable disciples of Qingyue Manor, unwilling to flatter, and were always neglected and unwelcome. While other
disciples subtly fawned over Lei Zhentian and his companions, these three
ignored them, continuing their drinking and chatting.
Now, startled by Xu Fang's thunderous voice and feeling the chilling glint in his eyes, they reluctantly
put down their cups and joined the group.
Seeing their extreme reluctance, Xu Fang grew angry and slammed his hand heavily on the table. Three
chopsticks flew like arrows, piercing the three men.
The chopsticks whistled sharply, their speed as they struck the tall Zhang Qisen and his companion Liu Ping almost
simultaneously , their knees hitting the Huantiao acupoint, and both fell heavily to the ground.
"Only two were hit?" Xu Fang was secretly surprised. Xu Fang had used all his strength in this attack,
intending to defeat three people in one move and demonstrate his extraordinary skill to everyone. Unexpectedly, one had escaped.
"Master Xu, you dropped your chopsticks." Zhang Hai, shaking his almost bald head, thrust his chopsticks
at Xu Fang.
Zhang Hai was forty-three years old, obese, with a protruding belly. His round head was already bald, with only a few
strands of hair swaying with his half-bald head.
"Thanks," Xu Fang caught the thrusting chopsticks between two fingers, subtly using his internal energy.
With a crisp "snap," the chopsticks snapped in half. Xu Fang staggered backward, his face slightly flushed.
Zhang Hai's hand was hidden behind his back, unseen by others, but Zhang Qisen and Liu Ping, who were lying on the ground, saw his
hand tremble slightly. The
two were evenly matched after just one move. Everyone in the manor was secretly amazed. They never imagined that the seemingly ordinary
Zhang Hai could fight Xu Fang to a draw. This one move alone was enough to place him among the top masters of Jiangbei.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to have such a master by your side, Brother. You didn't even introduce me." Xu Fang
was secretly shocked to see that the fat man's skills were no less than his own.
Before Lei Zhentian could speak, Zhang Hai walked over, shaking his head, and said, "I've made a fool of
myself. How could my petty skills possibly catch the eye of Master Xu?" Zhang Hai had a face full of pockmarks and a dark red, bulbous nose, and he swayed in front of Xu Fang.
When he got closer, Xu Fang realized that Zhang Hai was not only extremely ugly, but also had a foul, pungent odor
, and his breath reeked of alcohol. Xu Fang felt nauseous and suppressed the urge to vomit.
Lei Zhentian frowned and said, "Zhang Hai, go and feed the horses some hay.
Clean up ." "Liu Ping, Zhang Qisen, you two patrol the city wall and be wary of a night attack by the Jianglong Gang. Tonight,
we're entrusting Qingyue Manor to you two." Lei Zhentian instructed the two.
After the three left, Lei Zhentian shook his head and said, "He hasn't made any progress. He spends all his time drinking. He'll be ruined sooner or later."
"He's just idle all day, but he's more enthusiastic than anyone else when it comes to drinking," a clever disciple chimed in.
Other disciples echoed Lei Zhentian's sentiments, while others eagerly pressed for details about the night raid on the Flying Sky Gang and the
massacre at Che Shui Ju.
Lei Zhentian and his two companions were beaming with pride, Xu Fang speaking eloquently and incessantly
. Yuan Shuo, feeling the effects of the alcohol, was struggling to stay upright and excused himself from Lei Zhentian's presence.
"Brother Hai, do you think the Master is deliberately making things difficult for the three of us brothers?" Liu Ping chased after
Zhang Hai "Aren't you going to talk nonsense! Everyone else knows the Master is going to brag, and they're all rushing over to flatter him, but the three of us
are still drinking. Do you think the Master won't make things difficult for us?" Zhang Hai chuckled.
"The Master wants you to feed the horses at night, Brother Hai? How can you still laugh? If you ask me, with your skills, Brother Hai, you
'd be treated well anywhere. Why would you be subjected to the Master's harassment here?" Liu Ping looked at Zhang Hai in bewilderment.
"Exactly, the horses are all asleep now. The master is really making us brothers his grooms." Zhang Qisen was also quite
annoyed.
"Brother, don't be ashamed. Follow Brother Hai, and you'll find there are benefits to being harassed." Zhang Hai said,
shaking his head .
"Benefits of being harassed? Brother Hai, stop bragging. Go feed the horses and make Xu Dajian's bed."
Liu Ping and Zhang Qisen walked towards the manor wall.
"Hey, where are you two going?" Zhang Hai called out to them.
"Brother Hai, go make your bed. The master ordered us to patrol and keep watch." Zhang Qisen replied.
"Keep watch what? With the traps in this Qingyue Manor, even ten Jianglong Gang members would be dead if they broke in. You
two can help me feed the horses. I'll take you to see some good stuff later." Zhang Hai said mysteriously.
"Good stuff my foot! Brother Hai, you see for yourself. We brothers don't make beds for people." Liu Ping said,
and he and Zhang Qisen quickly left.
"Don't say I didn't tell you," Zhang Hai hummed a little tune as he walked towards the stables.
Watching Zhang Hai leave, Zhang Qisen whispered, "Ping-ge, what do you think Old Zhang said that was interesting?"
"Haven't you suffered enough at his hands? How many unnecessary tasks have you done for him?" Liu Ping said, somewhat exasperated.
"I don't think Old Zhang is lying," Zhang Qisen still insisted.
"So what? We'll go for a walk on the city wall later, and then follow that kid Old Zhang around," Liu
Ping agreed, thinking Zhang Qisen had a point. Thinking about what Zhang Hai had said, Liu Ping's heart raced.
The two went to the city wall for a symbolic look, then quickly returned to the stables, while Ping and Liu Hai secretly watched
Zhang Hai from a distance.
Zhang Hai hummed a little tune as he slowly added hay to the troughs, occasionally glancing up at the night sky
. He spent half an hour
adding hay to the two small troughs. Liu Ping and the other man, growing impatient, tried to leave several times, but Zhang Hai continued adding hay at his leisure. After finishing, Zhang Hai looked at the night sky again, then lowered his head, counting on his fingers and muttering to himself.
"Old Zhang is looking at the stars," Zhang Qisen sighed.
"He's probably calculating the time. Looks like it's time," Liu Ping explained.
In the distance, Zhang Hai quickly moved to the shadows of the stables. Only a few horses could be seen in the distance; Zhang Hai seemed to have vanished
.
"Brother Ping, let's go over," Zhang Qisen said, wanting to catch up.
"No need. The stables are just one exit. Let's wait here; he'll be out in a bit," Liu Ping stopped
Zhang Qisen .
"What if he ran away through the back window?" Zhang Qisen asked. "Run away my ass! Does your stable have a back window?" Liu Ping
was so angry he almost cursed.
"Just like you said, he really came out, and it looks like he changed his clothes," Zhang Qisen said in a simple voice.
He had obviously changed clothes in the shadows. When Zhang Hai emerged, he was dressed in black night clothes, a black square scarf
folded diagonally to cover his nose and lips, tied behind his head, and then he leaped and ran quickly.
"Old Zhang's lightness skill is pretty good," Liu Ping thought to himself, while also following Zhang Hai at a distance
.
"Old Zhang is going to the backyard," Zhang Qisen whispered in Liu Ping's ear.
"Don't talk, just follow him," Liu Ping said, somewhat regretting bringing Zhang Qisen along as a burden.
Chapter Three: The Heroine's Past
Night had fallen, the bright moon hung alone, and a sliver of light shone through the darkness of the trees in the backyard. Zhang Hai stepped onto
a large tree, lightly leaped onto the roof where light was shining, and gently lifted a tile, allowing light to stream into the room and
illuminate Zhang Hai's eyes.
Zhang Qisen was about to follow when Liu Ping stopped him: "With your lightness skill and your pig-like weight, are you going to
collapse the roof?" "Then what should we do?" Remembering what Zhang Hai had said, Zhang Qisen was also a little excited.
"Is such a big window for someone else?" Liu Ping quietly approached the window, put his index finger to his lips, and
gestured for Zhang Qisen to be quiet.
"Mmm... ah" A soft, seductive moan came from inside the room.
The three people outside the window and on the roof trembled at the same time. Liu Ping reached out and tapped a hole in the window paper, peering into the room through the small hole.
The scene in the room made his blood boil. The cold and beautiful Jiangbei Phoenix Lin Yuerou lay naked on the embroidered couch. Even while
lying down, her proud breasts were still round and firm, trembling slightly in front of her chest. Between two straight and slender jade legs, a long and
slender body knelt down, her round and full buttocks facing the window, her youthful and beautiful face buried in the base of Lin Yuerou's rounded
thighs.
As Xiang'er's hair swayed, a soft "sizzling" sound came from the base of Lin
Yuerou's jade-like legs. "Madam, your private parts are as tight as a virgin's, never been deflowered." Xiang'er lifted her head from between Lin Yuerou's legs.
There was still some glistening saliva between Xiang'er's red lips. Her tongue slightly protruded from her nimble lips, and the glistening saliva was picked up and put into
her mouth . Her charming expression was full of provocation.
"You little hussy, where did you learn all this?" Lin Yuerou panted. She was still immersed in the feeling that had just made her feel like she
was in heaven .
"Impressive, isn't it, Madam? Does Xiang'er have something even more amazing to try?" Xiang'er looked at Lin Yuerou mysteriously.
"More amazing?" Just now, Xiang'er's tongue had been teasing and sucking in her honey hole, making her love juices flow freely, making her feel like she was dying and
being reborn. What else could she do?
Before Lin Yuerou could reply, Xiang'er spread Lin Yuerou's thighs apart with both hands, exposing her delicate flower lips. Xiang'er
raised her head slightly, looked at the ceiling, and smiled sinisterly.
Under the dim light, Zhang Hai couldn't see clearly downwards. Xiang'er moved the oil lamp closer, and suddenly it lit up between Lin Yuerou's legs
. Zhang Hai's eyes lit up as well.
Her delicate private parts were as closed as those of an innocent girl, her smooth vulva without a single hair, round and plump
like a steamed bun, with only a slit through which glistening dew glistened.
"It's a white tiger!" Zhang Hai's mouth went dry. Such
a tight was a rare find, a top-tier orifice. Zhang Hai, through his clothes, grasped his own massive penis and began to stroke it.
Lin Yuerou lay on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, preparing to enjoy the blissful pleasure Xiang'er was about to bring,
completely unaware that Xiang'er had completely exposed her delicate vulva to the voyeurs on the rooftop.
Xiang'er knelt between Lin Yuerou's long, jade-like legs, put down the oil lamp, and forcefully lifted Lin Yuerou's
two plump round buttocks, bringing her entire alluring vulva to her eyes.
The vulva was smooth and round, without a single hair, the labia moist and tightly closed.
Xiang'er pried open the closed labia, revealing two petals blooming within. The petals were small and tender,
soaked , appearing even more translucent and lustrous.
"Madam's lips are so delicate and lustrous." Xiang'er pressed her thumbs against the labia, her slender forefinger
teasing the small fleshy petals.
Lin Yuerou supported herself on the bed with her legs, raising her private parts high, feeling the familiar warmth between her thighs
. Xiang'er's nimble tongue attacked her honeyed orifice again.
With a soft moan, Lin Yuerou's slender hands gripped the bedsheets tightly, the hot, fragrant tongue between her legs
piercing her heart like a serpent, intoxicating pleasure spreading rapidly from her orifice.
"Damn it, I can't see anything." Through the window, Lin Yuerou's beautiful body was hidden by Xiang'er's naked
back, and Zhang Qisen and the other could only see Xiang'er's blurry back.
Zhang Qisen squeezed hard against the window, rubbing his face against the window paper, trying to peek more closely.
Suddenly, the oil lamp went out, plunging the entire boudoir into darkness.
"Madam..." Xiang'er called softly.
On the roof, Zhang Hai cursed inwardly, "Oh no, this good-for-nothing is going to kill me." He flew out of the roof
into the backyard .
Before Zhang Qisen could even react, he felt a heavy blow to the forehead, cried out in alarm, and
lost consciousness.
Liu Ping quickly carried Zhang Qisen's tall frame and retreated.
In an instant, the backyard fell into a deathly silence again. When the oil lamp was lit again, Lin Yuerou was already dressed
. She opened the door, and outside the window, everything was peaceful. Lin Yuerou looked around but saw nothing unusual.
"That scoundrel got away." Lin Yuerou picked up the wooden stick she had thrown out and turned to go back into the room.
"Get out." Lin Yuerou coldly snapped at Xiang'er.
The once wanton Lin Yuerou instantly became as cold as ice. Her face still flushed, her eyebrows slightly raised, and
a murderous intent hidden within.
"Madam." Xiang'er had never seen Lin Yuerou so terrifying.
"Get out." Lin Yuerou's tone became low, yet it made Xiang'er feel an invisible oppression.
Xiang'er lowered her beautiful eyes, tears welling up, but dared not speak. She quickly dressed and rushed out the door.
Feeling incredibly angry at being spied on, Lin Yuerou had nowhere to vent her anger. Besides anger, there was also an invisible fear,
as if she would be completely naked in front of the spy. This feeling made Lin Yuerou extremely uneasy, and the
spy was very likely the spy Jiang Hanlong had hinted at.
"I must find this person and silence him before he reveals anything," Lin Yuerou gritted her teeth and stomped her foot.
It was mid-month, the cold moon hung high in the sky, its bright light bathing the earth in a cool glow.
Xiang'er left the backyard and headed straight for the side courtyard, her hurried steps revealing her anxiety.
Lin Yuerou, dressed in black, silently followed her a few feet behind.
Lin Yuerou thought about how Xiang'er had changed drastically recently. The once well-behaved girl had become much more
erratic , her behavior becoming extremely bold and unrestrained. Now, recalling Xiang'er's behavior, it seemed highly suspicious.
Thinking of Xiang'er's recent actions, and the nimble tongue teasing her own vulva, Lin Yuerou felt a surge of heat
throughout her body, her vulva overflowing with fluid.
Lin Yuerou shook her head vigorously and quickly followed Xiang'er to the side courtyard.
The side courtyard served as a martial arts training ground, and at the end of the training ground were the stables. After entering the side courtyard, Xiang'er looked left and right to make sure no one was
around before jogging into the stables.
Old Gao, the stable keeper, had lost his wife half a month ago and had taken a month-long leave of absence. He was currently at home handling
the funeral arrangements and also dealing with the Jianglong Gang. Lei Zhentian hadn't had time to hire anyone to maintain the stables, which had been
neglected. Lin Yuerou was even more certain that something was wrong with Xiang'er, this pretty girl, who had walked into the smelly stables alone late at night
.
Lin Yuerou had rarely entered the west courtyard of Qingyue Manor in the more than ten years since her marriage. She first saw the stables
the day after her wedding, when Lei Zhentian was showing his new wife around. Upon seeing
the stables, Lin Yuerou reacted with extreme fear, much to Lei Zhentian's dismay. After calming down, Lin Yuerou strongly demanded that
Lei Zhentian demolish the stables. Although Lei Zhentian usually obeyed his wife, this was one thing he couldn't do;
the various fine horses in the stables were also his prized possessions. Ultimately, they reached an agreement: the stables could remain, but Lin Yuerou
would rarely enter the west courtyard afterward, let alone the stables.
Lei Zhentian couldn't understand why his wife was so terrified of the stables; he would never know her memories of her youth
.
Sixteen or seventeen years ago, Lin Family Fortress, along with Qingyue Manor and Jianglong Gang, was known as one of the three major sects of Jiangbei.
Lin Jianwei, the patriarch of the Lin Family Fortress, Chu Huaiqiu, the former leader of the Jianglong Gang, and Lei Zhentian, the patriarch of Qingyue Manor, were known as the three greatest masters of Jiangbei. At that time
, Lin Family Fortress was unparalleled in Jiangbei. Lin Jianwei's three disciples were also top-tier
masters in Jiangbei, known in the martial arts world as the "Three Dragons of Jiangbei."
Among these three dragons, the eldest disciple, Lu Changhe, was particularly skilled, rumored to be on par with the three greatest
masters , with the potential to surpass them.
At that time, the Demonic Sect rose to power, rampaging through the martial arts world and causing chaos. The three greatest masters of Jiangbei, along with hundreds of other martial arts
masters spent several months besieging and annihilating the Demonic Sect, chasing them to the desert.
While Lin Jianwei was besieging the Demonic Sect, Lu Changhe was the acting master of Lin Family Fortress, teaching martial arts in his place.
At that time, Lin Yuerou, the only daughter of the Lin family, was fifteen years old, just at the age when love was just beginning to blossom.
She was extremely enamored with her handsome and highly skilled senior brother, Lu Changhe, who, in turn, teased this budding beauty.
Each time, under the guise of teaching, he would either hold her delicate hand tightly or gently caress her round buttocks, eliciting giggles from the girl.
One stormy summer night, Lin Yuerou went to meet Lu Changhe. In the manure-smelling stable, Lin
Yuerou became Lu Changhe's lapdog. When his rough, demonic hands climbed onto her newly developed breasts, and his large
penis mercilessly tore open her tender virginity, Lin Yuerou's delicate body was completely possessed.
The storm raged all night, and in the stench of the stable, Lu Changhe changed positions, sweating profusely on the girl's body.
The thick, hard penis pounded into the girl's delicate flower again and again.
As the tearing pain gradually subsided, Lin Yuerou began to enjoy the fullness and pleasure brought by the thick penis,
and the girl's bud fully blossomed for Lu Changhe.
From then on, Lu Changhe took whatever he wanted from the girl's youthful body. In the stables, in the girl's boudoir, in
the martial arts arena late at night, and on the galloping horse, everywhere was left with the girl's wanton nectar. Lu Changhe's demands were insatiable, his desires
astonishing , often leaving Lin Yuerou utterly defeated and unable to cope. Under Lu Changhe's guidance, Lin Yuerou slowly
learned to use her slender hands and cherry lips to satisfy Lu Changhe's desires.
In just half a month, Lin Yuerou transformed from an innocent girl into a charming young woman. Everything
seemed decadent and unrestrained, and everything was done in secret. The Lin family manor was unusually peaceful, but a crisis
was beginning .
On a summer afternoon, news of the triumphant return of the three top masters from Jiangbei after participating in the annihilation of the Demonic Sect reached Jiangbei. Second Senior Brother
Chen Lei and Third Senior Brother Du Wuhen were dispatched by the Eldest Senior Brother to meet the three Jiangbei masters who had participated in the annihilation of the Demonic Sect . Meanwhile,
the other disciples of the Lin Family Fortress were busy preparing a welcome feast for their sect leader, Lin Jianwei, in the front hall. The backyard was unusually quiet.
Lin Yuerou, in her boudoir, faced the bronze mirror, carefully dressing herself. Her father was about to return, and her
relationship with her eldest senior brother was about to end. Her eldest senior brother had invited her to the stables in the backyard, and she
already . Thinking of the past two weeks of indulgence, and last night's defeat at the hands of Lu Changhe, the intense pleasure and
the final penetration of Lu Changhe's engorged penis into her mouth, the thick glans forcing open her esophagus, the hot semen flowing
directly into her throat—thinking of all this, Lin Yuerou's face flushed, her tender body burning with desire.
Half an hour before her appointment with Lu Changhe, Lin Yuerou was already impatient. She hurried along the smooth
bluestone path towards the stables. Seeing her parents' room in the distance, Lin Yuerou suddenly realized that her father hadn't been home for a while,
and she had only remembered making love with her senior brother. She hadn't had a proper conversation with her mother in a long time. Since it was still early,
she decided to check on her mother.
"Rou'er is coming..." Lin Yuerou heard her mother's voice as soon as she reached the door.
Her mother's ability to recognize voices was truly remarkable. Lin Yuerou was about to reply when she heard a deep male
voice: "Don't worry, Junior Sister is going to the stables." "It's Senior Brother's voice." Lin Yuerou's body trembled.
"Changhe... now... no, if Rou'er finds out." Her mother's voice trembled slightly.
"Master's wife, you're so beautiful." Lu Changhe's voice rang out.
"Changhe... your master is... coming back soon." Her mother gasped, seemingly resisting.
Lin Yuerou wasn't an innocent girl; she knew what this meant. For the first time in her life,
she felt the rage of betrayal. She still couldn't believe it until she secretly peeked through the window paper into the room.
Her mother stood there, dressed in her finest attire, her features exquisite, clearly meticulously groomed. Her eldest brother, Lu Changhe, stood
behind , his arms around her, his lips lightly touching her earlobe.
Lu Changhe's hands slowly caressed her body, moving upwards, then slipping inside her neckline.
"Changhe… don't mess up the clothes, these are your master's favorite clothes," her mother said, somewhat resisting.
With a "rip," accompanied by her mother's scream, her clothes were torn open by her eldest brother from the neckline.
"Master's wife, I don't like you dressing up for other men," Lu Changhe said,
pulling his wife's large breasts out of the torn clothes and fondling them wantonly.
"You…" Her husband's beloved clothes were torn, and the master's wife was clearly angry. She tried to push Lu
Changhe but he instead pressed her down onto the table, lifting her skirt to reveal her plump buttocks.
Lu Changhe loosened his pants, his thick, long penis thrusting between his master's wife's thighs. He thrust forward with force, his large member
penetrating her flower-like opening. With a soft "Ah," all of his master's wife's anger turned into a weak moan. Lu Changhe wantonly ravaged the woman who belonged to his master, his left hand exploring her lower abdomen, gently kneading her round belly. He chuckled and said, "Who would have thought you were pregnant with my child?" His mother, ashamed, pressed her head deeply onto the table. His mother was pregnant with his eldest brother's child! If Lin Yuerou had held onto a sliver of hope just moments before, the moment his eldest brother entered her mother's body, all her expectations, that tiny bit of hope, shattered completely. Lin Yuerou's mind went blank. She forgot how she left, and she didn't know why she had gone to the stables to keep her appointment with her eldest brother. She just sat there, waiting. She couldn't remember when Lu Changhe arrived, nor what he said. She simply cooperated blindly as he undressed. When she saw him kneeling between her legs, licking her tender vulva, his expression disgusted her. When Lu Changhe's thick glans pressed against her lips, his dark shaft still glistening with undried fluid— likely her mother's bodily fluids—Lin Yuerou opened her cherry lips, swallowing the thick shaft as much as possible, then biting down hard . With Lu Changhe's scream, the shaft broke in two. Lin Yuerou spat out the piece. Lu Changhe picked up the half-shaft and ran away. Lin Yuerou wiped the blood from her lips, dressed herself neatly, and left the stable. Father finally returned, and his eldest brother was still there, standing beside him with his legs slightly apart. Lin Yuerou knew he was speaking to her father while enduring pain. When he saw Lin Yuerou, he seemed somewhat frightened, but she ignored considerably, allowing him to temporarily escape the crisis. However, the crisis was ever-present, and the truth would eventually come out. One day, his eldest brother mysteriously disappeared while traveling the martial world, Father was injured, and Mother vanished without a trace. The entire Lin Family Fortress was plunged into a cataclysmic upheaval, and the Lin family declined from then on. Lin Yuerou knew, of course, that Lu Changhe and Mother's disappearances and Father's injury were inextricably linked. She could also imagine that, for the sake of the Lin Family Fortress's reputation, her enraged father secretly killed his eldest brother, only for the eldest brother's dying counterattack to wound her father. As for Mother, she was either dead or, ashamed to remain in the Lin Family Fortress, had wandered the world. Lin Yuerou had asked her father, but every time she mentioned Mother, her father's face was filled with sorrow. Her father's injuries had not improved, and Lin Yuerou dared not press him further. With Lin Jianwei injured, Lu Changhe missing, and his second and third senior brothers Chen Lei and Du Wuhen not yet capable of carrying the banner of Lin Family Fortress, Lin Yuerou devoted all her energy to restoring the Lin family's prestige. In just two years, she earned the reputation of "Phoenix of Jiangbei." However, it was only two years. Her father's injuries worsened, and her second and third senior brothers also left Lin Family Fortress one after another.

Later, the Lin family received a marriage proposal from Lei Zhentian, the master of Qingyue Manor, one of the three great masters of Jiangbei, who was on par with her father. To forge an alliance
with another powerful force in Jiangbei, the Lin family accepted the marriage.
That year, Lei Zhentian was thirty-three, and Lin Yuerou was eighteen. Although there was a significant age difference,
the union of Lei Zhentian, the master of Qingyue Manor and one of the three great masters of Jiangbei, and the "Phoenix of Jiangbei" from the Lin family was a celebrated story in the martial arts world
. The most tense wedding night was cleverly concealed by Lin Yuerou's skillful performance, feigning menstruation.
Lei Zhentian had no idea that this seemingly innocent heroine had already been deflowered by Lu Changhe in the stables,
every inch of her skin and every private part of her body had been explored, her delicate lips having been repeatedly penetrated by a dark
penis . Unaware of this, Lei Zhentian treated Lin Yuerou with the utmost respect and affection, which filled Lin Yuerou
with immense gratitude and guilt. She secretly vowed to dedicate everything to Qingyue Manor.
Shortly after Lin Yuerou's marriage, Lin Jianwei's injuries worsened and he could no longer be saved, leading to the disappearance of Lin Family Manor from
Jiangbei.
All of this began in the stables, which is why Lin Yuerou had a particular aversion to them and never
went to the west stables. Now that Xiang'er had entered the stables, Lin Yuerou hesitated whether to continue following her.

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