Jiangbei Rebellion 4-6

Chapter Four: Daytime Indulgence
"Ah!" Xiang'er's shrill scream echoed through the night.
"Murder to silence her." Lin Yuerou was startled and dashed towards the stables with lightning speed.
From the dark stables, an overwhelming palm strike suddenly attacked. Lin Yuerou moved with incredible speed, almost
charging straight at the palm wind.
"I've fallen for a trap." Clearly, it was a ploy to lure her in. Xiang'er's scream had thrown Lin Yuerou into a panic.
The attacker in the darkness possessed immense internal strength; the powerful palm wind was mixed with a subtle, lingering force, like a tidal wave.
Lin Yuerou's butterfly twin blades slashed forward, simultaneously lightly touching the ground with her lotus feet and slightly twisting her waist, darting into the stables from the side of the palm wind
.
A sudden silence fell over the stable. Not a single light shone in the darkness, and neither could see the other.
Lin Yuerou moved silently like a cat, holding her breath, her slender hands gripping her twin swords tightly. She awaited
her opponent's move. The moment they attacked, even with the slightest sound, Lin Yuerou could pinpoint their location and
deliver a fatal blow with her unparalleled lightness skill.
The only sound in the silent stable was the low neighing of the horses; it seemed to have returned to its original state.
Her opponent was clearly a master as well. The instant Lin Yuerou rushed into the stable, he moved from his original position, simultaneously
holding his breath to avoid revealing his location.
Both were waiting, waiting for the other to make the first mistake. In this cramped stable, whoever made the first sound would likely
be defeated .
Time slowly passed. In the deathly silence, the pressure gradually increased. Finally, heavy breathing began
, but Lin Yuerou dared not move rashly. This familiar breathing indicated a lack of skill; it was Xiang'er's voice.
As Xiang'er cried out in surprise, Lin Yuerou's twin swords flashed out with lightning speed. A dark figure
darted out of the stable, its arms outstretched like a bat as it fled through the night.
"Who?" Lei Zhentian's sworn brother, Yuan Shuo, appeared in front of the dark figure, his short, stout frame visible.
The dark figure leaped lightly over Yuan Shuo's head and continued its escape. Yuan Shuo turned and struck with his palm, but the dark figure had already fled
several feet . Yuan Shuo turned and gave chase.
"Madam..." Xiang'er's voice was extremely weak.
Lin Yuerou had intended to give chase, but stopped in her tracks upon hearing Xiang'er's voice. She wasn't worried about Yuan Shuo. In Jiangbei,
Yuan Shuo's martial arts weren't top-tier, but his invulnerable skills were enough for him to protect himself.
The firelight flickered, and Lin Yuerou saw Xiang'er lying on the ground, blood gushing from her neck
. Lin Yuerou pressed her hand against the wound.
"Madam, I was wrong, I shouldn't have..." Xiang'er tried her best to express her remorse. She never imagined
that person would turn on her to escape.
Warm blood trickled from between Lin Yuerou's fingers. Xiang'er's body trembled slightly. Lin Yuerou
knew Xiang'er's time was running out.
"Who is it?" Lin Yuerou needed to know the identity of the shadowy figure.
Xiang'er smiled helplessly, tears welling up instantly as she smiled: "Madam, can you kiss Xiang'er one more time?"
Xiang'er's smile was heartbreaking, her tears sincere, revealing her regret. Lin Yuerou gently embraced her and softly
kissed her red lips, feeling the trembling of Xiang'er's cherry lips. She had completely lost the lips and
tongue that had brought her excitement, intoxication, and shyness.
Xiang'er closed her eyes slightly, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, a satisfied smile on her face, her life fading away.
As dawn broke, Qingyue Manor fell into a deathly silence. The infiltration of spies and Xiang'er's death were like
an enormous boulder, pushing the already precarious Qingyue Manor step by step into utter ruin.
Still not fully sober from last night's drinking, Lei Zhentian's eyes were bloodshot, like a mad lion, staring at
everyone present.
"Who is it?" Lei Zhentian roared.
While the Jianglong Gang and Liuhuo Gang's siege was mitigated by the manor's natural defenses and traps, an internal spy,
coupled with a coordinated attack, could destroy Qingyue Manor in an instant. How could Lei Zhentian not be furious?
Seeing Lei Zhentian's anger, everyone in Qingyue Manor felt insecure. Lin Yuerou stood beside her husband, gently patting
his shoulder, signaling him to calm down.
Looking at the trembling crowd, Lei Zhentian had nowhere to vent his anger, glaring at everyone but powerless to do anything.
"Everyone, go about your business. Second brother, third brother, come to the back hall," Lin Yuerou dismissed everyone, then pulled Lei
Zhentian back to the back hall.
Once there, Lin Yuerou closed the door and turned to ask Yuan Shuo, "Third brother, did you catch up?" "Sister-in-law, that person's
lightness skill is extremely high. The distance between us kept increasing. We chased him to the dense forest near the mountain in the backyard, where he disappeared," Yuan Shuo
said somewhat apologetically.
"Where did they chase him to?" Lei Zhentian, who had just sat down, almost jumped up to ask.
"The grove of trees in the backyard, near the mountain," Yuan Shuo repeated
. "How is that possible?" Lei Zhentian sat down again, stunned.
Qingyue Manor was built against the mountain, and the area behind it consisted of hundreds of acres of groves of boulders and ancient trees. This area was once
the weakest link in Qingyue Manor. Generations ago, the old master of Qingyue Manor hired skilled craftsmen to carve out stones and
wood from among the boulders and ancient trees, poisoning them and hiding arrows, setting up countless traps to make it the strongest defense for Qingyue Manor. For nearly a hundred years, countless masters who wanted to
see Qingyue Manor had been buried in this grove, which was known in the martial arts world as the Ghost Forest.
"How could someone cross the Ghost Forest? Could it be him?" Lei Zhentian muttered to himself.
"Who is it?" Lin Yuerou grabbed Lei Zhentian's hand and asked.
"Have you seen what that person looks like?" Lei Zhentian didn't answer but asked Lin Yuerou and Yuan Shuo instead.
"We haven't seen him, but we vaguely felt that he was not tall, like a child," Lin Yuerou said after thinking for a moment.
"Not bad, just a child, but how could a child have such excellent lightness skills?" Yuan Shuo said.
"Zhuo Linqing." Lei Zhentian said the name, and he seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
"You mean the white-haired bandit Zhuo Linqing?" Xu Fang, who hadn't spoken until now, asked.
"A dwarf, with superb lightness skills, able to traverse treacherous traps, who else could it be?" Lei Zhentian
countered .
"The Demonic Sect elder Zhuo Linqing, only
someone who combines being a dwarf, having unparalleled lightness skills, and being proficient in treacherous traps could pass through the Ghost Forest." Xu Fang sighed.
"If Jiang Hanlong colluded with the Demonic Sect, it would be a great disadvantage for us." Yuan Shuo said worriedly.
Lei Zhentian shook his head and said, "If Jiang Hanlong really colluded with the Demonic Sect, he wouldn't have taken eight days to fail
to conquer my Qingyue Manor." Silence, a terrifying silence, the four of them remained silent.
After a long while, Lei Zhentian finally spoke: "Let's all go, let the disciples disperse, those who can escape, escape."
"Brother, what's wrong?" Yuan Shuo wanted to say something.
"Even if it's just Zhuo Linqing, it's only a matter of time before they storm Qingyue Manor," Lei Zhentian
said helplessly.
No one spoke; Zhuo Linqing's appearance had shattered everyone's confidence.
Another terrifying silence fell.
"I'll go inform the disciples; let's fight our way out," Xu Fang broke the silence.
"Rou'er, you come too," Lei Zhentian said lovingly to Lin Yuerou. "
We'll go together," Lin Yuerou reached out to help Lei Zhentian.
Lei Zhentian looked at Xu Fang and Yuan Shuo and said, "Second Brother, Third Brother, you tell the disciples to prepare. We'll break out
at midnight ." After Yuan Shuo and Xu Fang left, Lei Zhentian sat back down, gently holding Lin Yuerou
's hand and saying, "Rou'er, Qingyue Manor is the foundation of the Lei family for hundreds of years. If I live and let them destroy
the manor , I will have no face to face our ancestors after I die." Lin Yuerou's delicate body trembled: "If my husband doesn't leave, I'll stay with him.
Wherever my husband is, I'll follow." Lin Yuerou's tone was soft, but her attitude was exceptionally firm.
Seeing his wife's resolute attitude, Lei Zhentian's tiger-like eyes glistened with tears: "Though I have no children to see me off in my final days,
with Rou'er by my side on the road to the Yellow Springs, what more could I ask for!" "The outcome is not yet decided, why must you say such unlucky things, my husband?" Lin Yuerou
gently covered Lei Zhentian's mouth with her slender hand. "My husband
is still troubled by not having children, so today I will leave you a seed." Lin Yuerou coquettishly
straddled Lei Zhentian's lap, her arms wrapped around her husband's neck, adopting the coquettish posture of a little girl. Lin Yuerou
felt her own face burning as she spoke. At this point, every step could be the last
, so Lin Yuerou simply let go of herself, so that she and her husband would have no regrets in this life.
Seeing his once gentle and dignified wife display a charming and alluring posture, every smile, every movement was a
provocation, an indescribable temptation. The effects of his hangover surged up, and Lei Zhentian's hands tore open Lin Yuerou's blouse,
her heavy breasts leaping out like white rabbits.
"I could eat these tits for a month." The lewd voice of Luo Hua Die Ma Rui still echoed in his ears, and Lei Zhentian felt
a surge inexplicable excitement. He opened his mouth and sucked hard on one nipple, his rough hands roughly caressing
the other breast.
"Mmm," Lin Yue Rou groaned, leaning back and raising her large breasts high for Lei Zhentian to suckle. Her
plump buttocks, straddling Lei Zhentian's legs, swayed back and forth, rubbing against the hard bulge between his thighs, emitting
seductive moans.
"Close the door," Lin Yue Rou whispered in Lei Zhentian's ear, her head pressed tightly against her chest.
Lei Zhentian stood up from the chair. Lin Yue Rou's long legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around
his neck , clinging to him. She leaned back slightly, pulling one breast out of his mouth, twisting it slightly, and then
putting the other breast into her mouth.
Lei Zhentian closed the door, pressing his wife, who was clinging to him, against the door. His greedy mouth
alternately sucked on her two erect nipples. The intoxicating moans of his wife in his ear fueled his lust. His left hand slipped under her skirt, caressing her smooth
, soft thighs. Above that was her silk undergarment, the bottom already wet. His rough
hand slid in from the edge, almost violently kneading her tender vulva.
"Husband…I…want…faster," Lin Yuerou swayed her plump buttocks, her vulva overflowing with love juice, wetting
Lei Zhentian's hand.
Lin Yuerou quickly unbuttoned her husband's clothes, her slender hand grasping his erect penis. She lifted her skirt, guiding his penis
to explore her honeyed entrance.
His hot penis, lifting the silk undergarment, pressed against her long thighs, penetrating from the edge of the undergarment, the large
glans pressing against her smooth vulva.
Compared to his wife's previous reserve, Lei Zhentian was shocked by her boldness and unrestrained nature, which also
gave immense stimulation. He spat out the tender breast in his mouth, clamped his hands around Lin Yuerou's slender waist, arched his back slightly, and
thrust his hips forward rapidly, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, plunging into her delicate honey hole and pumping rapidly.
"Ah..." Lin Yuerou cried out softly under the impact of the rapid pleasure, quickly covering her cherry lips with her slender hands,
fearing that her cries would be heard by her disciples.
Lei Zhentian pounded on his wife's body like a beast, his erect penis tearing open her tender hole again and again,
eliciting soft moans from Lin Yuerou.
For over a decade of marriage, the couple had always treated each other with utmost respect. Facing his stunningly beautiful wife, Lei Zhentian had always been
tender and attentive, even during intercourse, his actions gentle and considerate, never before experiencing such a wild, cathartic release. Lin Yuerou
, often unsatisfied yet too ashamed to ask, finally found release after ten years of pent-up desire. Lei Zhentian
ravaged his wife's alluring body with abandon, his engorged penis repeatedly thrusting into her tight vagina, eliciting
intoxicated moans from Lin Yuerou.
Under the brutal intercourse, Lin Yuerou seemed to return to the unrestrained years of Lin Family Fortress. Her husband's
silhouette blurred, replaced by the handsome and robust figure of her senior brother, Lu Changhe. She moaned softly
beneath , the intense pleasure making her feel as if she were on a cloud, followed by a sense of guilt that made her shake violently, trying to
banish her senior brother from her mind.
Looking at her slightly aged husband, Lin Yuerou hugged Lei Zhentian tightly and whispered, "Zhentian...love me."
Lei Zhentian roughly pressed his wife down onto the table, her large breasts pressed against the cold surface, the massive mounds of flesh
flattened, and tender flesh overflowing between the table and her slender body. Lin Yuerou's plump buttocks were raised, and Lei Zhentian's hands
gripped her slender waist. His erect penis passed between her round, plump buttocks, squeezing into her tight, sweet vagina. A large amount of
fluid was squeezed out by his monstrous penis and flowed down her long, shapely thighs.
The moment Lei Zhentian's hot semen entered Lin Yuerou's tender flower, Lin Yuerou desperately shook her
soft , plump buttocks, feeling Lei Zhentian's penis shrink, a barely perceptible hint of disappointment on her beautiful face.
In their unbridled release, they forgot the time, lowered their guard, and forgot the danger around them. By the time
Lei Zhentian realized the danger, it was too late. When Yuan Shuo rushed in, Lei Zhentian was still lying on his wife's
smooth, bare back. Yuan Shuo's short, stout figure attacked like lightning, his Hunyuan Hammer slamming down on Lei Zhentian like a thunderclap.
Yuan Shuo, though short and stout, possessed immense strength. Although Lei Zhentian and Lin Yuerou's martial arts were far superior to Yuan Shuo's, they
were completely unprepared. As Lei Zhentian turned around, the Hunyuan Hammer struck him heavily in the chest.
"Ugh!" Lei Zhentian spat out a mouthful of blood, his body feeling as if struck by lightning, but he didn't retreat an inch, because
behind him was his wife, whom he had been protecting.
"Second brother, you..." Seeing Yuan Shuo, Lei Zhentian glared at him angrily. He never imagined that his sworn
brother would betray him.
Seeing his elder brother wounded by his hammer, Yuan Shuo remained silent, his Hunyuan Hammer falling again. If he didn't
kill Lei Zhentian while he was injured, Yuan Shuo feared he would never have the chance.
Watching the thunderous hammer, Lei Zhentian gathered his strength, silently closing his eyes. Despite his severe injuries, he
might be able to dodge Yuan Shuo's blow, but he had to protect his wife behind him. He only hoped that taking this blow would give
his wife enough time.
A flash of white light, the Hunyuan Hammer missed its mark, and Lin Yuerou, carrying her husband, flew backward, her large breasts still swaying wildly,
the semen from her vagina flowing down her long, white thighs.
Yuan Shuo was oblivious to the beautiful scene before him; his bloodshot eyes were fixed only on Lei Zhentian. He relentlessly pursued Lei Zhentian with his
Hunyuan , while Lin Yuerou, still holding Lei Zhentian, dodged left and right, avoiding Yuan Shuo's attacks.
"Rou'er, put me down… kill him." Lei Zhentian, severely injured, pointed at Yuan Shuo with a trembling finger.
Lin Yuerou also wanted to end the battle quickly, but Yuan Shuo wouldn't give her any chance. His Hunyuan Hammer attacks were
relentless , targeting Lei Zhentian. If she were to unleash her full power to kill Yuan Shuo, Lei Zhentian would inevitably perish under his hammer. Her only way to save Lei Zhentian
was to rely on her unparalleled lightness skill to dodge Yuan Shuo's Hunyuan Hammer.
In an open space, there would be room to escape, but in this hall, every dodge was
extremely difficult. Despite being naked, Lin Yuerou felt cold sweat on her back. The severely injured Lei Zhentian was unconscious,
and her own strength was slowly fading. If this continued, she would surely die. Suddenly, Lin Yuerou threw Lei Zhentian into
the air and struck Yuan Shuo's protruding belly with her elbow.
For obese people, the belly is always the easiest place to attack. Generally, fat people in the martial arts world would
use more of their strength to defend their bellies. Normal people would assume that Yuan Shuo's body was impervious to blades and spears due to his external martial arts training
, but only Yuan Shuo's sworn brothers, Lei Zhentian and Xu Fang, knew that the only weakness of Yuan Shuo's external martial arts was precisely
one inch below his navel.
Lin Yuerou's attack, aimed at the enemy's vulnerable spot, was utterly ineffective. Yuan Shuo leaped up, his Hunyuan Hammer hurtling straight at
Lei , completely disregarding his own vitals. The hammer moved with lightning speed, about to shatter Lei Zhentian's skull,
but Lin Yuerou couldn't turn around in time.
With a "thud," the hammer was deflected, grazing Lei Zhentian's head as it fell. Zhang Hai, his obese frame
catching the falling Lei Zhentian, his eyes greedily fixed on Lin Yuerou's naked body.
Yuan Shuo, struck in the vitals by Lin Yuerou, lay sprawled on his back, lifeless.
"Madam, you're in high spirits," Zhang Hai slurped, gazing at the exquisite body before him.
The thought of standing naked before Zhang Hai made Lin Yuerou's face flush red. She covered her large breasts with her hands and
angrily shouted , "Get out!" Zhang Hai placed the unconscious Lei Zhentian on the table, then surprisingly found a chair and sat down, showing no
intention of leaving. Ignoring Lin Yuerou's angry rebuke, he said, "I saved Master Lei's life, Madam, you wouldn't
repay kindness with enmity, would you?" "You..." Lin Yuerou was helpless against Zhang Hai's stubborn refusal to leave. If it were an opponent,
she would have already attacked without hesitation. However, this scoundrel had just saved her husband from Yuan Shuo's hammer, clearly
a friend, not an enemy. She had no reason to attack him.
Zhang Hai sat in his chair, brazenly surveying Lin Yuerou's naked body, and said, "Madam, your figure is
simply exquisite. If I could have your touch, I would gladly die for it." As he spoke, Zhang Hai shook his almost
bald head. His obese belly was even more prominent due to his sitting position. His face was covered in pockmarks, and his dark red, bulbous
nose was nauseating.
Lin Yuerou was enraged by this disgusting man's comments about her naked body, as if it were an object. She had no
outlet her anger, and pleaded almost desperately, "Zhang Hai, quickly go and ask Master Xu to treat the Master's injuries."
"Alright." Zhang Hai stood up and walked towards the door. As he passed Lin Yuerou, his large, fat hand slapped her
plump buttocks hard. "So round, feels so good." Zhang Hai quickly fled the room, giving Lin Yuerou no
chance to vent her anger. The slap on
her round, plump buttocks created a wave of flesh, a surging tide. Lin Yuerou was completely enraged, her face turning frosty.
Watching Zhang Hai flee, she was helpless and could only hurriedly dress herself.
Chapter Five: Bewitching Eyes
In the bedroom, Lei Zhentian lay on the bed, his face pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Xu Fang took Lei Zhentian's pulse, shaking his head repeatedly, his goatee trembling slightly.
Xu Fang, nearing fifty, was a lean and wiry man with a goatee and striking features. His grey robes gave him an air of
refined elegance .
Those who knew him well knew that this seemingly unsuccessful scholar was a ruthless and swift swordsman, known in the martial
world as the "Wind Chaser Sword.
" People only knew the Wind Chaser Sword; few knew that Xu Fang was also a master healer, having once practiced medicine and saved
countless lives. He later abandoned medicine to pursue martial arts, becoming one of the top swordsmen in Jiangbei.
Lin Yuerou looked at Xu Fang nervously, her clear eyes filled with anticipation. Xu Fang stroked his goatee and said,
"Although Brother's injuries are severe, fortunately, his internal strength is profound, and his internal organs have not been damaged. He only needs to rest and recuperate, and
he will recover in sixty days at most."
Lin Yuerou's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. Xu Fang took out a white porcelain bottle from his robes and handed it to Lin Yuerou, saying,
"This is the Tianshan Sect's Heart-Nourishing Pill. Take one pill daily for three days, and then observe its effects."
Lin Yuerou took it and poured out a Heart-Nourishing Pill from the porcelain bottle. The pill was about the size of a soybean,
pure white, and rolled in Lin Yuerou's pale palm.
Lin Yuerou's slender fingers held the Heart-Nourishing Pill to Lei Zhentian's lips, but after thinking for a moment, she put it back in
the porcelain bottle .
Seeing Lin Yuerou's hesitation, Xu Fang felt a nameless anger rise within him, but he couldn't let it out. He also knew that Yuan Shuo's betrayal had made Lin Yuerou
wary and suspicious of everything, and she herself was not
entirely at ease with this bottle of medicine.
"Brother needs to rest. Sister-in-law, let's talk in private for a moment." Xu Fang also had many questions in his mind.
Lin Yuerou and Xu Fang left the bedroom and returned to the main hall. A dozen or so people were already standing there, all
trusted disciples of Qingyue Manor, including Zhang Hai, Zhang Qilin, and Liu Ping.
Yuan Shuo remained lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, a strange smile on his face. His wide-open eyes remained
motionless, and the eerie smile persisted for nearly half an hour. His breathing was sometimes faint, sometimes heavy, and sometimes
thunderous. His round, protruding belly rose and fell slightly, as if he were asleep with his eyes open.
The dozen or so disciples of Qingyue Manor, armed with sharp blades, surrounded Yuan Shuo. Seeing Lin Yuerou and Xu Fang return,
they made way for them.
Xu Fang looked around and asked, "How is he?"
"It's been almost half an hour, and he's still in this position. I can't wake him no matter what I do." Zhang Qisen was not only
large , but his voice was also very loud.
Xu Fang squatted down, took Yuan Shuo's pulse with one hand, and gently stroked his goatee with the other, his eyes fixed on Yuan Shuo.
Everyone knew he was taking Yuan Shuo's pulse, so they all held their breath slightly, afraid of disturbing him.
"Strange, there's clearly nothing wrong, so why is he like this?" Xu Fang felt that Yuan Shuo was perfectly
normal , and he didn't understand why Yuan Shuo was sleeping with his eyes open, unable to be woken up no matter what he did.
"Could it be that he's already awake, but is pretending to be asleep?" Lin Yuerou whispered in Xu Fang's ear.
A fragrance like that of winter plum blossoms wafted over, and Xu Fang looked back to see Lin Yuerou's fair and delicate face right in front of him, radiating an
alluring aura.
Xu Fang's unusually old face flushed red, and Lin Yuerou also felt embarrassed, quickly taking a step back and moving a little further away from Xu Fang.
Xu Fang was about the same age as Lei Zhentian, but more than ten years older than Lin Yuerou. In his eyes, Lin Yuerou had always been dignified and composed.
How could she have become so charming and alluring now? Her delicate figure was indescribably captivating.
"No, no one can remain unchanged for half an hour while fully conscious," Xu Fang
said to cover up his lapse in composure.
"Logically speaking, with your martial arts skills, Brother, Yuan Shuo should have had no chance of hurting him," Xu Fang asked Lin Yuerou with a puzzled look.
"At that time, we were..." Lin Yuerou started to speak, but didn't know how to continue.
When , Lei Zhentian had pinned her down on the table and was vigorously pursuing her.
"What were you doing?" Xu Fang pressed, not waiting for Lin Yuerou's answer.
Lin Yuerou's pretty face flushed, but she didn't know how to answer.
"Yuan Shuo is the master's sworn brother. The master and mistress wouldn't have been wary of him, which led to Yuan
Shuo injuring the master," Zhang Hai explained to Lin Yuerou.
Zhang Hai's answer was reasonable, and Xu Fang nodded in agreement with Zhang Hai's reasoning.
Lin Yuerou vaguely agreed, brushing the question aside.
Since their exchange at yesterday's banquet, Xu Fang already knew that Zhang Hai was no ordinary disciple; his martial arts
were even stronger than his own, so he dared not underestimate him.
"Third Master Yuan has fallen under his spell," Zhang Hai said, squeezing between Lin Yuerou and Xu Fang.
Lin Yuerou was extremely disgusted by this shriveled, tall, fat man, but at this moment, she was drawn to Zhang Hai's words, following his gaze
to Yuan Shuo.
"Everyone, look here!" Zhang Hai reached out and covered Yuan Shuo's wide-open eyes.
Yuan Shuo's rapid breathing suddenly stopped, his fat hands slowly clenched, his lips began to twist, and although
his eyes were not visible, his face was contorted with rage. His head kept shaking back and forth, his movements
becoming increasingly violent and intense, like a mad dog. If Zhang Hai hadn't covered his eyes, Yuan Shuo would have already jumped up.
Everyone was drawn to Yuan Shuo's behavior, their eyes all fixed on him. Zhang Hai's other hand reached behind him,
caressing Lin Yuerou's ample, round buttocks.
"You..." Lin Yuerou hesitated, afraid that Zhang Hai's dirty hands, caressing her round buttocks,
would be seen by everyone under their gaze.
Zhang Hai's greasy hands wantonly caressed her firm, round buttocks, feeling their smoothness through her clothes.
Lin Yuerou swayed to the side, twisting her buttocks to the other side. Zhang Hai's greasy hands tightened, and her buttocks
suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if they had been clamped by tongs, forcibly pulling her plump buttocks back.
Lin Yuerou's lake-blue Confucian skirt was almost torn. She dared not move again, letting the large hands knead her buttocks wantonly
.
The greasy hands slid down her round, round buttocks to her crotch. Lin Yuerou instinctively squeezed her long thighs together
to stop the fat hands, looking at Zhang Hai with pleading eyes.
Zhang Hai pretended not to see, his fat hands forcefully squeezing into her buttocks. His nimble fingers teased the labia of
her vulva , while his thick thumb pressed gently against her anus.
"Ah!" Lin Yuerou let out a weak, delicate cry, her body tensing instantly.
The people in the hall were still watching Yuan Shuo, and no one noticed Lin Yuerou's unusual behavior.
Yuan Shuo struggled frantically, his eyes pressed down by Zhang Hai. The veins on the back of Zhang Hai's hand bulged, but Yuan Shuo's struggles were ultimately
thwarted by Zhang Hai's control. The fact that Zhang Hai could stop Yuan Shuo's frantic struggles with just one hand showed that his skill
was likely even greater than Lei Zhentian's.
Xu Fang was shocked by Zhang Hai's skill. He considered the prominent figures in Jiangbei:
Chu Huaiqiu, the former leader of the Jianglong Gang, one of the three great masters of Jiangbei, had long since passed away; Lin Jianwei, the patriarch of the Lin Family Fortress, had died from injury; and Lei Zhentian, the patriarch of Qingyue Manor, had not improved his martial arts at all in the past decade
since marrying Lin Yuerou.
On the contrary, Jiang Hanlong, the new leader of the Jianglong Gang, has surpassed Jiang Hanlong. He is said to be skilled in both internal and external martial arts
, possessing formidable strength and known as the "Land Dragon King," the number one expert in Jiangbei. Next is Lin Yuerou, known as
the "Phoenix of Jiangbei," whose lightness skill is unparalleled, and whose butterfly twin blades are unpredictable and swift as the wind, allowing her to rival Jiang Hanlong.
Everyone in the martial arts world knows that the main reason Qingyue Manor can still stand shoulder to shoulder with the Jianglong Gang is that Lei
Zhentian married Lin Yuerou, the "Phoenix of Jiangbei."
Xu Fang, seeing that Zhang Hai's skill was probably no less than Lin Yuerou's and Jiang Hanlong's, and having never heard of
this person in Jiangbei, couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Suddenly, Zhang Hai released his grip on Yuan Shuo's hand. Yuan Shuo, who had been struggling violently, immediately calmed down, his eyes
wide open , and a strange smile reappeared.
Zhang Hai sighed and slowly said, "The Bewitching Eyes is the unique secret technique of Zhuo Linqing, the White-haired Flower Thief, an elder of the Demonic Sect. It can
control the mind of an opponent and manipulate them at will."
Xu Fang stroked his goatee and said, "That's right. I've also heard my elder brother say that Zhuo Linqing used this evil skill to control
people in the martial arts world and cause trouble in the Jianghu. It seems that my third brother was controlled by Zhuo Linqing when he was chasing him last night, which is
why he came to ambush my elder brother."
Zhang Hai glanced at the people in front of him and said, "When people are under the influence of the Bewitching Eyes, they are no different from ordinary people. Only when they receive orders from the user
will they lose their minds and blindly follow orders. When Master Yuan wakes up, he will forget everything about attacking the manor lord
. When Zhuo Linqing issues orders again, Master Yuan will lose his mind again."
"The people from the Demonic Sect are here. What should we do?" Zhang Qisen asked in a simple voice.
Previously, Lei Zhentian and his two sworn brothers were in charge. Now, with Lei Zhentian unconscious and Yuan Shuo under the influence of the Bewitching Eye,
everyone's gaze naturally turned to Xu Fang, then to Zhang Hai, and finally to Lin Yuerou.
Lin Yuerou's stiff body twitched slightly, and she cleared her throat. Zhang Qisen, standing beside her, clearly heard a soft
moan , and a wave of pleasure washed over him.
Lin Yuerou opened her mouth but no sound came out; she felt like she was about to explode. Zhang Hai's fat hand was... through her clothes...
His fingers caressed her buttocks, his thumb gently rubbing the hard spot on her anus, his middle finger slipping between her thighs, pressing her clothes under
her vulva slowly rubbing the clitoris above it.
In front of everyone, Lin Yuerou's pleasure gradually built up. The middle finger rubbing her clitoris and
the thumb worked in rhythmic harmony, teasing her nerves. This skillful technique almost drove her mad, yet she
couldn't escape Zhang Hai's clutches. She could only desperately restrain herself, trying her best not to let anyone notice her abnormality.
Lin Yuerou desperately squeezed her long, jade-like legs together to stop Zhang Hai's fat hands, but she couldn't stop the burning desire.
Under the caresses of his demonic hands, her vulva was already wet, the slippery flesh inside her vagina writhing faster. The intense stimulation made Lin
Yuerou's body tremble, her mind almost swallowed by desire.
Seeing Lin Yuerou lightly biting her lower lip, her clear eyes misting over, and her delicate body trembling slightly, Xu
Fang asked, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell." Lin Yuerou's dazed eyes revealed a hint of clarity.
A strong wave of pleasure surged through her groin. "Ah..." Lin Yuerou murmured softly, her flower-like orifice
gushing forth with honeyed fluid. Under Zhang Hai's caresses, Lin Yuerou unexpectedly climaxed in front of everyone. Then, her knees buckled
, and she lost her balance, her plump buttocks landing on Zhang Hai's fat hands. His thick thumb, through her clothes, penetrated
her anus, while his middle and ring fingers were inserted into her vagina. The sticky honeyed fluid soaked her clothes and moistened Zhang Hai's fingertips.
"Madam, what's wrong?" Zhang Qisen, standing beside her, helped Lin Yuerou up and asked.
"Sister-in-law is tired. Bring her a chair." Xu Fang had Zhang Qisen bring a chair for Lin Yuerou
to sit on .
Xu Fang waited until Lin Yuerou was seated before saying, "Sister-in-law, now that our elder brother is unconscious and Yuan Shuo is under the influence of the Bewitching Eye, we
need to break through as soon as possible. The longer we delay, the more passive we become."
Lin Yuerou was still savoring the afterglow of that fatal climax, unable to think clearly, and could only say, "It's all up to
Second Brother's arrangements."
Zhang Hai shook his head and said, "Break through? Under the nose of Elder Zhuo Linqing of the Demonic Sect? Under the nose of the seven masters of the Jianglong Gang
and Zhao Feiwu of the Liuhuo Gang? Second Master Xu, you overestimate our strength! "
Xu Fang was speechless under the barrage of questions, and
coldly looked at Zhang Hai, saying, "Tell me, what's a good plan?"
"The Master once said that we should wait for the people from the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall to come to our rescue, so we'll wait, we'll
hold out for three days." As Zhang Hai spoke, he pinched his red, bulbous nose with his fat hand, his fingers still carrying the lingering
scent of Lin Yuerou's fluids. Zhang Hai chuckled lewdly
to himself. Everyone nodded in agreement with Zhang Hai's statement.
Xu Fang felt his authority challenged and was slightly angry, but he couldn't show it. He stroked his goatee
and coldly asked, "Zhuo Linqing can freely enter and leave the Ghost Forest, which means Qingyue Manor is indefensible. The enemy will
soon attack the manor, and we're just going to sit here and wait to die?"
Zhang Hai chuckled and said, "Zhuo Linqing relies on his physique, lightness skills, and expertise in mechanisms to enter and leave the Ghost Forest, but
he can't destroy it in a short time. The Jianglong Gang and Liuhuo Gang don't have this advantage, so we
only have Zhuo Linqing to deal with."
"The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light. Eldest brother and third brother are unable to fight early and need to guard the manor gate. How can we deal with
Zhuo Linqing in the shadows?" Xu Fang pressed.
"Zhuo Linqing is known as the White-Haired Flower Thief. He is extremely fond of women. We only need to use the lady's beauty to
lure him here, and we can capture him easily." Zhang Hai clenched his fat hands in front of everyone.
"You actually want my sister-in-law to use her beauty to seduce me... You have the audacity to do this!" Xu Fang finally stopped hiding his
anger and shouted loudly, taking advantage of Zhang Hai's blasphemous remarks about Lin Yuerou.
"Madam doesn't need to do anything, just wait quietly, and Zhuo Linqing will walk right into the trap," Zhang Hai said smugly ,
looking at Xu Fang.
"Sister-in-law, what do you say..." Xu Fang didn't know how to retaliate, so he could only plead with Lin Yuerou for help, hoping
she could make the final decision .
Lin Yuerou looked at Zhang Hai's smug face, his few remaining hairs swaying slightly with his bald head, his ugly face
combined with his protruding belly, giving people a feeling of wanting to vomit. Similarly obese, the short Yuan Shuo gave people a domineering
and majestic feeling, while this tall ugly man gave people a feeling of lewdness and disgust. Lin Yuerou thought about how she had just
lost her virginity under this kind of man's fingers, and her stomach churned.
The words spoken by this disgusting ugly man were so reasonable and convincing that Lin Yuerou had no choice but to believe them.
Lin Yuerou thought for a moment and said, "Second brother, the master is immobile. If we force a breakout, I'm afraid it will injure him. Let's
do as Zhang Hai said and deal with Zhuo Linqing first." "
Since sister-in-law insists, Xu Fang has nothing to say." Since Lin Yuerou said so, Xu Fang took
the opportunity to back down, thus saving face in front of everyone.
"Second Master Xu, please defend the manor gate. Just give me two assistants, and I can take down Zhuo Linqing."
Zhang Hai looked around and said. In the Ghost
Forest, Zhuo Linqing looked at his injured right arm and felt a chill. He underestimated Lin Yuerou's martial arts. He
thought he could take her down in the stable, but he didn't expect that Lin Yuerou's martial arts and lightness skills were both first-class. If
he hadn't sacrificed Xiang'er to give him a chance to escape, with Lin Yuerou and Yuan Shuo working together, he was afraid his injuries would be even more
serious.
It just so happened that Yuan Shuo caught up. He had been implanted with the Bewitching Eye by Jiang Hanlong, which Zhuo Linqing temporarily activated, instructing
him to attack Lei Zhentian.
Yuan Shuo hadn't returned yet, and Zhuo Linqing had a bad feeling.
Several birds cried out.
At the edge of the several hundred acres of ghost forest nestled against the mountainside of Qingyue Manor, a seemingly frail young man, carrying a ghost-head saber,
looked around anxiously.
Everyone in the martial arts world knew that due to its size, the ghost-head saber was best suited for tall, strong men, while those with a more refined
physique were more adept at using lighter weapons like swords and whips.
Liu Ping was a second-generation disciple who had joined Qingyue Manor three years ago along with Zhang Qisen. Compared to
Zhang Qisen Liu Ping possessed exceptional comprehension and an unyielding
stubbornness, which made him stand out among the second-generation disciples, becoming one of the best.
The heavy ghost-head saber seemed disproportionate to Liu Ping's frail physique, yet it was his most proficient weapon. Liu Ping,
carrying the ghost-head saber, paced back and forth at the edge of the ghost forest, hesitating whether to enter.
"Come in," a deep voice echoed in his ears.
Liu Ping strode five zhang into the Ghost Forest, where a dwarf with a full head of white hair stood before him.
"Halt! One more step and you're in a perilous trap, facing certain death." Zhuo Linqing looked up at the figure before him.

"You killed Xiang'er..." Liu Ping glared at Zhuo Linqing like a raging lion. Zhuo
Linqing's thin figure twitched slightly, and the enraged Liu Ping knelt on the ground with a thud.
Beads , his lips clenching violently, as if he had entered an extreme cold. The instantaneous pain and chill made Liu Ping feel like
he was dying.
"Don't forget who you're talking to," Zhuo Linqing said coldly.
"Elder, spare me!" Liu Ping cried, tears streaming down his face.
"This is the last time. If you do it again, I will not forgive you." Zhuo Linqing's withered left hand twitched slightly.
The pain and chill quickly disappeared, and Liu Ping struggled to stand up, sobbing uncontrollably. "You...you said...
give me Xiang'er."
"What's going on?" Zhuo Linqing looked at the sobbing Liu Ping, his eyes flashing coldly, his face showing an impatient expression.
Liu Ping quickly stopped sobbing and said, "Lei Zhentian was seriously injured by Yuan Shuo's hammer."
"Good, mission accomplished. So, it seems only Xu Fang and Lin Yuerou remain as experts at Qingyue Manor."
Zhuo Linqing clapped his hands.
"But..." Liu Ping stammered.
"But what?" Zhuo Linqing asked impatiently.
"They already know you're here, and they're planning to use a honey trap to lure you in." Liu
Ping answered quickly.
"Oh, tell me your plan in detail. I want to see if I walk into their trap, or if they lose everything
." Zhuo Linqing became interested. Liu
Ping calmed himself down and explained Zhang Hai's arrangements to Zhuo Linqing. Zhuo Linqing listened carefully, chuckled, and
said, "You've done a great job, kid. After it's done, how about I let you have a kiss with the Manor Lord's wife?"
"Jiangbei Phoenix's figure is much better than Xiang'er's." Zhuo Linqing licked his lips and said.
Liu Ping scoffed at Zhuo Linqing's lewd expression, his heart filled with regret and guilt.
Chapter Six:
The Rolling Yangtze River, its surging waters separating the north and south banks.
A ferry crossing stood on the riverbank, spanning over twenty miles, its waters a vast expanse of turbulent water. This
remote location was the only ferry crossing for hundreds of miles.
Due to its remoteness, the river was sparsely populated, with only three to five people crossing each day. Uncle Zhang at the ferry only ferried one person across at a
time , setting out at dawn to cross to the south bank and returning to the north bank at dusk, day after day, year after year.
Autumn on the north bank was unpredictable; this morning the sky was clear, but in an instant, a torrential downpour turned
the river a raging torrent.
Jiang Hanlong, wearing a straw hat and raincoat, braved the sudden wind and rain, his feet treading on the slippery mud, to reach the ferry crossing. Although remote, it was the only route from the south bank to Qingyue Manor, and the best location
to intercept the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall's attempt to rescue Qingyue Manor. "Looks like Old Zhang won't be crossing the river back today," Jiang Hanlong thought to himself, gazing at the rolling river. About twenty paces from the ferry crossing, a solitary courtyard stood on this desolate land . The four characters for "Riverside Inn" on a faded banner were incomplete. Jiang Hanlong stepped into the inn, looking around. Though called an inn, it was more like three makeshift thatched huts, rain leaking from the roof. Two faded tables and chairs sat in the main hall. Jiang Hanlong removed his straw hat and raincoat, finding a relatively clean stool to sit on. "Innkeeper!" Jiang Hanlong called out loudly when no one was around. There was no response; the surging river and howling wind drowned out his voice. "How can there be business in a place like this, in this weather? The innkeeper is probably napping in his room," Jiang Hanlong shook his head with a wry smile. In the woodshed in the backyard of the inn, the clothes of a man and a woman were scattered on the floor. The man, a typical country bumpkin , stood naked. He wasn't tall, but he was very strong, with dark skin, clearly from years of exposure to the river's wind and sun. His thick, dark penis drooped like a dead snake, lifeless. The naked woman, in her twenties, had delicate skin, but unlike the fair skin of most women, it was a healthy wheat color. She had full breasts and a plump bottom, and a slender waist that could be encircled with one hand—a figure that no country woman could possess. The woman was delicate and charming. She knelt between the man's legs, her slender hands grasping his limp penis, gently stroking it. Her cherry lips parted slightly as she took the glans into her mouth, looking up at the man with a seductive look in her eyes, her face flushed with spring . "Miss... please let me go," the man pleaded with the woman, his face full of sorrow as the black penis entered his slippery mouth without any hardness . The woman diligently sucked and swallowed the black dragon, her fragrant tongue entwining the glans, skillfully teasing the man's sensitive nerves, hoping the dead snake would regain its life. However, no matter how hard she tried, the dead snake stubbornly refused to harden, showing no sign of becoming erect. "Useless!" the woman bit down hard on the black rod and cursed fiercely. "Ouch!" the man cried out in pain, pulling the black rod out of the woman's cherry lips, a row of red teeth marks . "It's not that I'm useless, it's just that I've already ejaculated on you more than ten times since last night, I really can't get hard." The burly man was at a loss, like a child who had done something wrong. The woman sat on the broken wooden table, her two soft soles braced on the two corners of the table, her long and strong legs spread apart, the tender petals between her thighs slightly parted. The woman pressed her slender hands against the two flower lips, slowly parting the honey hole, the jade dew glistening between the lips, the flesh surging. The woman said coldly, "Come and lick it." "This..." The man hesitated, finding it extremely shameful to offer his genitals to a woman, even though she young and beautiful. "Don't you want to try?" The woman squeezed out a glistening drop of fluid from her vulva. "Mei'er will be back soon; I can't let her see." The man, thinking of an excuse to escape, reached for his clothes on the ground. With a slight movement of the woman's hand, the man's knees went numb, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud. He felt his arms and legs were paralyzed. Although he wasn't a member of the martial arts world, he knew of a technique called "pressure point striking" that could immobilize someone . He hadn't expected this woman to be a martial arts practitioner; it seemed she could easily harm him. Cold sweat poured down his back. The woman laid him on his back, her round, plump buttocks squatting in front of his face, her thick, moist vulva pressing against his mouth as she said, "Lick it well. If you dare to bite, watch out for you and your Mei'er." Looking at the tempting tender flesh , and thinking of his daughter, the man helplessly opened his mouth, his tongue prying open her labia and plunging into her vulva.

"Mmm..." the woman moaned softly, swaying her plump buttocks, her thick, fleshy lips rubbing against the man's face.
The man, Huang Liu, was the innkeeper. Seven years ago, his wife passed away, leaving him and his daughter to run
the inn. Few people crossed the river at this remote ferry crossing, and even fewer women. For years,
Huang Liu had focused on raising his daughter, rarely having the opportunity to be with women, and could only release his pent-up desires through masturbation.
Yesterday, the arrival of this fairy-like woman allowed Huang Liu to completely release the desires he had suppressed for seven years. That night, he
experienced a divine pleasure, taking whatever
he wanted from the young, jade-like body, wantonly ravaging it. Watching the fairy-like woman revel beneath him, moaning and groaning, Huang Liu never imagined he would ever have such a woman in his life.
The entire night, Huang Liu felt completely drained. Exhausted after breakfast, Huang Liu wanted to rest, but
the girl pulled him into the woodshed, leading to another lewd morning.
The torrential rain gradually subsided, the sky after the rain was a clear blue, and the air was exceptionally fresh.
Jiang Hanlong stepped out of the thatched hut, gazing at the clear sky.
He took .
The weather had just cleared, and although the river wasn't roaring and raging like during a downpour, the current was still swift.
In the turbulent water, a small, thin figure struggled to swim towards the ferry. From the frantic paddles, it was clear
the swimmer was just a child. The small figure struggled in the river, like a lone leaf on the water, seemingly
about to be submerged by the turbulent current.
Jiang Hanlong's heart tightened. He was considered one of the top martial arts masters in Jiangbei, yet he couldn't swim and
could only sigh helplessly at the surging river.
Fortunately, the figure in the river was an excellent swimmer. He struggled to stay afloat in the turbulent water, reaching the shore exhausted,
where Jiang Hanlong pulled him up.
Before him stood a girl of about thirteen or fourteen, wearing a linen vest and matching
linen shorts. Her arms and long, slender legs were mostly exposed, her
skin tone blending seamlessly with her linen clothing from years of exposure to the riverbank's wind and sun.
"Thank you, Uncle," the girl, exhausted from being pulled up by Jiang Hanlong,
said, lying on the grassy bank, panting heavily.
Her features were delicate; her large, watery eyes gazed at the sky, her panting lips conveying a seductive allure. Her soaked
clothes clung to her body, her budding breasts slightly protruding from her vest, rising and falling with her breath
. Her legs, slender and firm from years of swimming in the river, were almost perfectly proportioned, making her incredibly alluring. Her shorts
clung tightly to her thighs, her prominent vulva appearing taut and rounded, a thin slit
visible through the fabric.
The girl's beautiful face was pure and innocent, completely unaware of the allure of her figure; her bright
eyes were clear and innocent.
Jiang Hanlong felt a burning sensation in his groin, his erection rising. Facing
the innocent, still-developing eyes of the girl, he felt the filth in his thoughts.
The girl lay there for a while before sitting up, looking at Jiang Hanlong beside her and asking, "Uncle, are you here to stay?"
"Yes," Jiang Hanlong replied vaguely to the innocent girl.
"Then you're late, Uncle. There's only one room, and it's already taken," the girl said.
"How did you know?" Jiang Hanlong asked.
"Because this is my family's inn," the girl chuckled, continuing, "We only have three
rooms, one for my dad, one for me, and one more for overnight guests. Unfortunately, a pretty
lady ."
The girl chattered on, and Jiang Hanlong interrupted her, asking, "Is the ferry coming back today?"
"Hmm… if it doesn't rain, Uncle Zhang will be back in about two hours," the girl said, glancing at
the sun .
"Uncle, help me up, I'm so tired I can't even stand up," the girl said, extending her slender hand.
The girl raised her slender arms high, and from under her armpits, her newly developed breasts, about the size of eggs, were visible beneath her coarse cloth vest. Their color contrasted with
her flaxen arms, the slightly protruding nipples a soft, snow-white.
Jiang Hanlong reached out and pulled the girl up, his eyes quickly shifting away from her.
"Uncle, why are you so tall up here?" the girl asked in surprise, looking at Jiang Hanlong's crotch.
Jiang Hanlong looked at the girl's large, blinking eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Uncle, my name is Mei'er, I'm thirteen years old, you can call me Mei'er."
Few people frequented this ferry crossing, and the girl rarely spoke to anyone. Today, she had finally met Jiang Hanlong, and her mouth kept chattering.
Mei'er led Jiang Hanlong back to the inn as she spoke. Although the inn wasn't large, it had a fairly complete menu.
Jiang Hanlong didn't say anything, and Mei'er began to light the fire and cook, getting busy.
Despite her young age, Mei'er was very efficient, and in no time, the cooked dishes and warmed wine were on
the table.
"Uncle, would you like to try my cooking?" Mei'er pulled up a stool and sat down next to Jiang Hanlong.
Jiang Hanlong took a bite of Mei'er's cooking; the food was extremely delicious, and it was hard to imagine that a thirteen-year-old
could cook such dishes.
"I didn't say I wanted to eat any food," Jiang Hanlong teased Mei'er, sipping his drink.
"Don't worry, eat up. If it weren't for Uncle's help at the riverbank, Mei'er would probably have been swept away by the current. Uncle
saved Mei'er's life, so this meal is Mei'er's way of thanking Uncle for saving her life," Mei'er said enthusiastically.
"Then you should eat with us too," Jiang Hanlong said, watching Mei'er swallow her saliva.
Hearing Jiang Hanlong's invitation, Mei'er felt like she had received a royal decree. She picked up her chopsticks and wolfed down the food on the table
without any restraint.
"Why haven't I seen your father?" Jiang Hanlong asked. "No one usually has guests at this time; Father should be
taking a nap in his room in the backyard," Mei'er said, as she devoured the food on the table.
Watching Mei'er wolf down her food, Jiang Hanlong couldn't help but chuckle. Thinking of his three-year-old son still in Zhuo Linqing
's hands, his whereabouts unknown, he felt a pang of sadness.
Jiang Hanlong barely touched the dishes on the table; Mei'er had devoured them all. Looking at the empty plates,
Mei'er wiped her mouth, stood up, patted her round belly, and muttered to herself, "I need to hurry and
change my clothes ; I'll get scolded again if Daddy finds out." Just as the girl stood up,
the sounds of a man's voice and a woman's soft laughter came from the backyard.
A gentle breeze lifted the curtain at the back door of the hall, and a burly man with dark skin walked in—it was Huang Liu, the
innkeeper Behind him stood a beautiful young woman in her twenties.
Huang Liu saw Mei'er and asked somewhat angrily, "You crazy girl, swimming in the river again? In this heavy rain..."
"Aren't you afraid of drowning?" "Father, it wasn't raining when I went." Mei'er protested in a murmur.
"Go change your clothes quickly, you'll freeze in wet clothes." Huang Liu waved his hand, telling Mei'er to go back to
the backyard.
Mei'er was overjoyed and ran out like the wind, her long black hair spreading out as she ran. Her swaying waist revealed her shapely
hips, which, though not full, were still round and attractive.
"Have you eaten well, guests?" Huang Liu asked, moving to block Jiang Hanlong's view.
Huang Liu looked displeased, clearly unhappy that Jiang Hanlong was staring at his daughter. Jiang Hanlong also felt somewhat impolite,
coughed, and took a sip of his wine.
"Wine without food, isn't that boring? Please add a dish of peanuts and two catties of beef for the guests."
The girl following behind Huang Liu said, looking at the empty plates on Jiang Hanlong's table.
Jiang Hanlong saw the girl, dressed in a bright yellow light gauze dress with a purple-gold cinched waist that
accentuated her slender waist and shapely hips. Her breasts were high and full, almost spilling out.
The girl's clothing was daring, her figure alluring, her eyebrows and eyes captivating with a seductive charm. As she walked, her swaying waist, her breasts
, and her hips swayed, displaying undeniable allure.
"You...this..." Huang Liu was speechless as the girl sat down next to Jiang Hanlong.
"Aren't you going to get up?" The girl's eyebrows shot up, glaring at Huang Liu.
Startled by her glare, Huang Liu fell silent and meekly went to the kitchen to busy himself.
Although the girl glared at Huang Liu, her captivating eyes curved slightly downwards like crescent moons, as if she were
always smiling. Her eyes were naturally smiling, giving her an approachable air.
"Why are you only arriving now, Chief Jiang? I've been waiting for you all day." The young woman looked at Jiang Hanlong, her fingers
lightly twirling a strand of hair as she asked.
The woman was boldly dressed, her steps light and graceful, her movements alluring yet incredibly steady, displaying considerable
skill in . It was clear she was a member of the martial arts world. However, when the woman revealed her identity, Jiang Hanlong still seemed
somewhat wary, his rough hand touching the hilt of the Purple-Gold Dragon Scale Blade beside him.
Seeing Jiang Hanlong touch the hilt, a hint of fear flashed in the woman's bright eyes: "Chief Jiang, don't frighten me.
Elder Zhuo ordered me to come here to assist you in blocking the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall." The woman quickly stated her identity,
while her slender hand gripped the edge of the table, ready to flee at any moment. Jiang Hanlong's Purple-Gold Dragon Scale Blade and Lin Yuerou's Butterfly Twin Blades were
the two great weapons of Jiangbei, so the woman naturally dared not be careless.
"Pink Fox Lan Ling?" Jiang Hanlong's tense arm relaxed.
"It is indeed me." Seeing Jiang Hanlong relax, Lan Ling also breathed a sigh of relief. The Demonic Sect, from its leader down , consists of three elders:
Thunder Arrow God Yue Zhonghai, Sky-Supporting Saber Evil Mo Buli, and White-Haired Flower Thief Zhuo Linqing. Under these three elders are four hall masters: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise. The Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise halls belong to Thunder Arrow God Yue Zhonghai, the Vermilion Bird hall to Sky-Supporting Saber Evil Mo Buli, and the White Tiger hall is led by Zhuo Linqing. The White Tiger hall master, Lan Ling, nicknamed Pink Fox, is dissolute and lewd. Two days ago, she received a message from Zhuo Linqing via carrier pigeon, requesting him to assist Jiang Hanlong in blocking the experts from the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall who were aiding Qingyue Manor. Since crossing the river to arrive here yesterday, she has been having a passionate affair with the innkeeper, Huang Liu, taking from him eight times in one night, almost draining him dry. Lan Ling lowered her alluring face to look at Jiang Hanlong, her delicate fingers lightly tracing the rough back of his hand. Her nimble tongue lightly licked her upper lip, igniting a burning desire within him. Seeing Lan Ling's expression, Huang Liu felt a nameless jealousy rise within him. He slammed the plate full of beef onto the table and turned to leave. Lan Ling didn't even glance at Huang Liu; her crescent-shaped eyes were fixed on Jiang Hanlong. Jiang Hanlong looked at Huang Liu's unsteady steps and sneered, "Your lover's angry. Judging by these unsteady steps, you must have drained him dry last night." Lan Ling giggled, "Huang Liu hasn't touched a woman in years. I'm doing this on behalf of Heaven. But the one I most want to drain is the one known as the Land Dragon King, Chief Jiang." Lan Ling looked at Jiang Hanlong seductively, pressing her slender hand against his rough hand on her exposed breasts. Her smiling eyes on her pretty face were even more captivating. Jiang Hanlong forcefully shook off Lan Ling's slender hand and coldly smiled, "Hall Master Lan, there's no need to use your seductive arts on me. I have a natural resistance to them." "This humble servant originally wanted to let Chief Jiang experience unprecedented pleasure, but I didn't expect Chief Jiang to be so oblivious to romance," Lan Ling said with some disappointment. Lan Ling put away her seductive expression and said seriously, "According to intelligence from Jiangnan, the three top experts of the Thunderbolt Hall have arrived at the riverbank. They will come with the ferry today. We will ambush them from the shadows and strive to annihilate their reinforcements in one fell swoop." Lan Ling's previously charming expression suddenly became dignified and serene, even the flesh of her breasts exposed outside her bodice seemed sacred. She gave people the illusion of being untouchable. Jiang Hanlong looked at Lan Ling and couldn't help but think to himself that this pink fox was indeed fickle, transforming from a harlot to a proud princess in an instant. Jiang Hanlong looked away from Lan Ling and asked, "Which three masters of the Thunderbolt Hall are they?" "Mad Lion Lei Meng, Iron Calculator Lei Mingwei, and Fire Whirlwind Lei Ruoer," Lan Ling said, counting on her fingers. "The Lei Bao couple didn't even come?" Jiang Hanlong was surprised. Lan Ling smiled slightly and said, "They have more important matters to handle in Jiangnan. Now we just need to conserve our energy and deliver a fatal blow to the Thunderbolt Hall." "More important matters, even more urgent than Qingyue Manor!" Jiang Hanlong was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself. Lan Ling stood up, preparing to leave, but Jiang Hanlong grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into his arms, his large hands groping Lan Ling's body. "Oh my, I thought Chief Jiang was as hard as stone, but I didn't expect Chief Jiang to be so charming." Lan Ling let out an exaggerated moan, her prim and proper expression instantly returning to its original allure. "Elder Zhuo, since Hall Master Lan is here, the people from the White Tiger Hall should all be in Jiangbei, right?" Jiang Hanlong played with Lan Ling's tender breasts through her clothes. "Hehe, Chief Jiang, feel free to use your charm on me. I'll tell you everything you want to know ." Lan Ling said, reaching out to hook her arm around Jiang Hanlong's neck. Jiang Hanlong had intended to use Lan Ling's closeness to extract more information about the Demonic Sect, but now that Lan Ling had hit the nail on the head, his face flushed, and his large hand, which had been kneading Lan Ling's breasts, stopped. With a "clang," seeing Jiang Hanlong embracing Lan Ling, Huang Liu angrily threw the plate he was holding on the ground, grabbed a kitchen knife, and rushed towards Jiang Hanlong. He was furious that Jiang Hanlong had taken away the tenderness he had just enjoyed. "Father, what are you doing?" Huang Meier had just changed her clothes and came out when she saw Huang Liu rushing .

Watching Huang Meier return to the hall, Jiang Hanlong shoved Lan Ling away. He still couldn't be
completely at ease in front of the child.
Lan Ling, hands clasped behind her back, skipped out of the inn like a little girl, glanced at the sky, and waved to Jiang Hanlong.
In the setting sun, Lan Ling looked delicate and charming; her naturally smiling eyes, combined with her exquisite face, were breathtaking.
Jiang Hanlong walked to her side, and Lan Ling tiptoed to whisper in his ear, "The ferry will be back soon
. We have an hour. I'll wait for you there." Lan Ling smiled charmingly and pointed to the overgrown woods beside the ferry landing.

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