Jiangbei Rebellion 13-15

Chapter Thirteen: A Turning Point)
Turning points in fate are always fleeting, and the shift from power to weakness often happens in an instant.
The once formidable Qingyue Manor boasted four top masters—Lei Zhentian, Lin Yuerou, Yuan Shuo, and Xu Fang—who dominated Jiangbei, not
to mention Lu Changhe, a master whose influence shook the entire martial arts world.
But all of this seemed to vanish overnight. Yuan Shuo, bewitched by the Enchanting Eyes, severely injured Lei Zhentian, and Lu Changhe
tragically died at Lin Yuerou's hands. The Nourishing Heart Pill, which caused or accelerated Lu Changhe's death, was given to
Lin Yuerou by Xu Fang to treat Lei Zhentian's injuries.
This once-proud sect seemed to be held together only by Lin Yuerou, who felt an overwhelming
darkness pressing down on her.
"Without eliminating internal troubles, there will be no peace." Thinking of Xu Fang, Lin Yuerou gripped the porcelain bottle tightly, her beautiful eyes
flashing with resolute determination.
"Madam, something terrible has happened!" Zhang Qisen rushed in.
"What is it?" Lin Yuerou's eyebrows arched slightly, her eyes flashing coldly.
The main hall had been cleaned up by Lin Yuerou, and Lu Changhe's body had been dragged under the bed in the side hall. The entire hall was
bright and clean, except for faint traces of dark red blood on the bluestone floor. The aroma of soft flesh mixed with
a hint of blood permeated the air.
The scene of Zhang Qisen peeping at the live sex show outside the door half an hour ago was now quiet and solemn.
Zhang Qisen was secretly surprised by the speed of Lin Yuerou's actions.
"Old Liu was killed while on night watch yesterday." Zhang Qisen's breathing was a little rapid.
"Who killed him?" Lin Yuerou leaned back slightly in the chair by the table.
"I don't know." Zhang Qisen answered with some difficulty.
"Where is Master Xu? Wasn't he on night watch?" Lin Yuerou stared at the jade bottle in her hand and asked coldly.
"The brothers on night watch said they haven't seen Master Xu since last night." Zhang Qisen said.
Xu Fang must have been afraid that the matter of the Nourishing Heart Pill would be exposed, so he had fled to avoid punishment.
"Xu Fang!" Lin Yuerou gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes turning cold.
With a "bang," the jade bottle in Lin Yuerou's slender hand shattered, and the smoke from the pills inside
quickly filled the air.
Before the smoke even spread, Lin Yuerou had already dashed out of the hall and leaped towards the city wall, leaving Zhang Qisen
standing dumbfounded in the billowing smoke.
If Zhang Qisen knew that Lin Yuerou had already discovered his secret surveillance, how could he not have imagined that Lin Yuerou
would kill him to silence him for the sake of her reputation? However, although Zhang Qisen had a tall stature, he did not have a similarly
sharp mind. The deadly smoke was burning his life with every breath he took.
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"It's a knife wound. Old Liu has a knife wound on the side of his neck," Lin Yuerou said, puzzled.
Lin Yuerou had initially concluded that Lao Liu's death was related to Xu Fang, but now she realized she was wrong. Xu Fang,
known as the "Wind Chaser Sword," was a master swordsman, while Lao Liu's wound on the side of his neck was thick and wide, unlike the thin wounds of a sword wound;
it was clearly a knife wound. The cut ran from the upper right side of his neck, severing the artery to the lower left. The killer was clearly short, and the
uneven indicated that the person wielding the knife was trembling.
Examining the wound, Lin Yuerou concluded that the knife-wielder must be Zhuo Linqing. Zhuo Linqing's failure
to escape through the Ghost Forest near the mountain in the backyard suggested he was severely injured and unable to pass through the trap-filled forest. The uneven
knife wound on Lao Liu's neck indicated the killer's trembling hand, confirming Lin Yuerou's assessment of Zhuo Linqing's serious injury. It seemed Zhuo Linqing
had escaped back to the Jianglong Gang from the city wall.
It seems Lu Changhe was right. Zhuo Linqing was injured by Lu Changhe when he ambushed him, and the injury was severe
. However, killing Lao Liu with such injuries would be extremely difficult unless someone cooperated with Zhuo Linqing.
Lin Yuerou couldn't delve any deeper into who was cooperating with Zhuo Linqing; Lu Changhe's words about the Rongyang Gong
instantly came to mind.
"Only three days. If Zhuo Linqing isn't eliminated within three days, his internal
injuries ." Lin Yuerou gazed at the Jianglong Gang outside the high walls, her heart churning.
"The Thunderbolt Hall should be here by now." Lin Yuerou strained her eyes to see the rugged mountain path, the dense forest in the distance
blocking her view.
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"Once we get up the mountain, we'll reach Qingyue Manor. We need to be extra careful." Lei Mingwei looked around.
"What's there to be afraid of?" Lei Meng's tall figure moved swiftly along the mountain path.
"Sigh," Lei Mingwei sighed and shook his head, watching the reckless Lei Meng.
"Sixth Uncle, just let Big Brother be. You know he won't give up until he hits a brick wall," Lei Ruo'er
giggled comforting Lei Mingwei.
"If Lei Meng had half the composure of Lei Bao, his martial arts would be even better," Lei Mingwei sighed, quickening
his pace.
The mountain path was rugged, with jagged rocks, but the three of them traversed it as if it were flat ground. Lei Meng charged ahead like a lion, his tall
frame constantly clearing away branches that stretched out onto the path, making way for the two behind him. Lei Ruo'er and
Lei Mingwei followed behind him with smiles.
The mountain path narrowed further and further, until finally, the rugged path could only accommodate one person at a time. Under the swirling mist, the path
was flanked by sheer cliffs.
Such a treacherous mountain path made even three martial arts masters tread carefully. If someone
were lying in ambush here, it would be an impenetrable fortress. Here, Lei Mingwei had to be even more cautious.
Lei Mingwei looked up. Above the dense forest, Qingyue Manor resembled an emperor's palace. Beyond this narrow,
rugged mountain path, past this precipitous cliff, lay a flat plain. Lei Mingwei's heart leaped into his throat.
"This road is mine, these trees are mine." A group of people appeared atop the cliff, armed
with powerful bows and crossbows, rolling logs and boulders, ready to kill Lei Mingwei and his companions at a single command.
The leader atop the cliff was a bald, dark-faced man, tall and imposing. His powerful hand pressed against
a boulder several feet high, giving the impression that a mere push would send it crashing down. His
worst fears had come true. Lei Mingwei grabbed Lei Meng and called out loudly, "Is that
Brother Du Guang up there?" The biggest obstacle to Jiang Hanlong's plan to join forces with Qingyue Manor was Zhang Zhong and Du Guang, who was on good terms with Zhang Zhong.
Therefore, Jiang Hanlong had described Du Guang and Zhang Zhong in detail to Lei Mingwei, and Lei Mingwei recognized Du Guang at a glance.
"It is indeed me, Du. Who are you?" Du Guang looked down at Lei Mingwei.
"Chief Jiang ordered the three of us to come and assist." Lei Mingwei's heart tightened before he could finish speaking; Du Guang and Zhang Zhong were both...
They wanted to eliminate Jiang Hanlong to control the Jianglong Gang. If he were to act under Jiang Hanlong's name, wouldn't he be walking into
the lion's den ?
"The gang leader has already given orders that anyone using his name can be killed." Du Guang's face was ferocious as he forcefully
pushed forward with his large hand. The boulder, several feet high, crashed down the rugged mountain path with a deafening roar, the enormous impact shaking the entire
mountain.
"Sixth Uncle, Ruo'er, run!" Lei Meng gathered his energy in both palms and unleashed all his strength to strike the boulder. The force of the boulder
was more than ten thousand pounds, and its downward momentum was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.
The moment of impact, Lei Meng was smashed into a pulp by the boulder, blood gushing down the rugged mountain path. The boulder, struck by
Lei Meng's power, tumbled erratically into the cliff beside the mountain path. Lei Meng's death bought Lei Mingwei and the other man a chance
to live .
"Big Brother!" Lei Ruo'er cried out in anguish, using her lightness skill to leap like a swallow towards the top of the cliff . Her Emei dagger,
wielded like a dragon, deflected the arrows
and crossbow bolts raining down from above. Suddenly, the iron abacus in Lei Mingwei's hand exploded, the beads flashing like lightning. Several people on the cliff were struck by the flying beads, screaming in
agony Using the cover of the flying beads, Lei Ruo'er rushed up the cliff, her feet lightly touching the bluestone. With a move called "Rain Swallow Through the Forest," her superb lightness skill
combined with her Emei dagger struck Du Guang like a startled swan.
"Well done!" Du Guang spun his broadsword, blocking the incoming Emei dagger like an iron wall. Simultaneously, he planted one foot firmly on
the bluestone , slamming his shoulder into his broadsword. A tremendous force pressed down on the Emei dagger,
sending Lei Ruo'er flying. "Not bad looking, and your weapon is quite flashy too," Du Guang said coldly, his sword held horizontally across his chest.
"Die!" Lei Ruo'er unleashed her lightness skill, her Emei daggers raining down on Du Guang from all directions.
Du Guang, one of the seven top masters of the Jianglong Gang, hadn't taken this young girl seriously. Only now did he
realize his mistake. Not only was her martial arts skill impressive, but her lightness skill was also exceptional. Like a butterfly flitting among flowers
, her red figure surrounded him, her attacks a whirlwind of feints and real strikes, spinning around him like a top.
Du Guang, a veteran of countless battles, remained steadfast and unwavering. He countered each move with his broadsword, adapting to every situation with unchanging
composure
. Du Guang knew that at this moment, he could only fight fast and steadily; if he tried to match her speed, he would be using his weakness against her strength. Lei Ruo'er's attacks were swift, but she couldn't penetrate Du Guang's defenses, and the two reached a stalemate.
On the other side, Lei Mingwei quickly dealt with the Jianglong Gang members following Du Guang, bending his abacus into an
iron ruler as he approached Du Guang.
Du Guang inwardly groaned. He was already struggling against Lei Ruo'er alone; with Lei Mingwei added to the mix, his chances of survival were slim.
Lei Mingwei's advance was like a death knell. Du Guang, exhausted from fighting Lei Ruoer,
suddenly changed his defensive stance with a broadsword, switching from defense to offense. His powerful, sweeping attacks were imposing.
Caught off guard by Du Guang's sudden change, Lei Ruoer used her lightness skill to quickly retreat and dodge his broadsword.
Lei Mingwei attacked Du Guang from behind with his iron ruler, Lei Ruoer and Lei Mingwei determined to kill Du Guang and
avenge .
Du Guang, caught in the crossfire of the two masters from the Thunderbolt Hall, fought like a cornered beast, offering no defense but
a desperate attack. He knew that defending against them was futile, and that attacking might only prolong the fight.
Faced with Du Guang's frenzied attacks, Lei Mingwei and his companion were unable to defeat him. Even more alarming, Lei Mingwei had
a vague premonition of disaster, a strange pressure pressing down on him.
In a flash, Lei Mingwei threw Du Guang aside, his iron ruler striking behind him, deflecting the incoming dagger.
The attacker was thin and wiry, with a mustache and protruding lips, resembling a large rat—a truly repulsive sight.
Zhang Zhong, the senior brother of Jiang Hanlong, one of the seven top masters of the Jianglong Gang, gripped a dagger, his beady eyes
darting around at Lei Mingwei.
Nearly a hundred Jianglong Gang members surged forward from behind Zhang Zhong, surrounding Lei Mingwei and Lei Ruoer.
"Iron Abacus Lei Mingwei, Fire Whirlwind Lei Ruoer." The dagger spun between Zhang Zhong's thin fingers, like
a toy at his fingertips. "If you two surrender now, I might spare your lives." Zhang Zhong looked at Lei Ruoer's long, slender legs
with interest . Suddenly, a red shadow appeared before Zhang Zhong's narrowed gaze; the Emei Dagger was right in front of him. His left eye was suddenly stained crimson . Zhang Zhong instinctively retreated, his fingertip slashing at the red shadow. Lei Ruoer leaped back, dodging the dagger. Sweat instantly rolled down Zhang Zhong's forehead, his beady left eye turning bloodshot. This girl's lightness skill was no less than Lin Yuerou's. Zhang Zhong secretly cursed himself for his carelessness; this left eye was now useless. "Go! Capture this girl alive!" Zhang Zhong roared in fury. Nearly a hundred members of the Jianglong Gang dared not take a step forward. Even Du Guang, caught between Lei Ruoer and her companion, was terrified and dared not act rashly. Everyone was watching Zhang Zhong, the former senior brother of the Jianglong Gang. "A bunch of trash!" Zhang Zhong cursed viciously, tearing his clothes to tie up his left eye, and charging towards . As soon as Zhang Zhong attacked, Du Guang roared and raised his broadsword again, slashing at Lei Ruoer. Besides the frenzied attacks of Zhang Zhong and Du Guang, the hundreds of Jianglong Gang members also exerted invisible pressure on Lei Ruoer and her companion. Besides Zhang Zhong and Du Guang, the Jianglong Gang also had its share of skilled fighters. However, everyone in the gang knew that Zhang Zhong and Du Guang were at odds with their leader, Jiang Hanlong, and most of the gang members followed Jiang Hanlong's lead, disregarding the orders of Zhang Zhong and Du Guang. Despite their numerical advantage, Zhang Zhong and Du Guang were fighting an extremely difficult battle against the two top fighters from the Thunderbolt Hall, with neither side gaining a clear advantage. Just as the battle reached its climax, a soft whistle came from afar. The whistle initially seemed extremely distant, but in an instant, it reached their ears. Lei Mingwei was secretly alarmed; this person's movement was incredibly fast. The newcomer appeared from mid-air, his short knife seemingly descending from the sky, slashing down at Lei Mingwei's head . As Lei Mingwei hurriedly parried the knife, Zhang Zhong's dagger pierced his side. As the short sword slashed down, the newcomer, already anticipating Lei Mingwei's inability to escape Zhang Zhong's dagger, leaped lightly and struck out with a palm strike into the air. This seemingly empty strike actually forced Lei Ruoer into that very spot, as if she herself had crashed into the palm's force. Lei Ruoer coughed up blood from the blow and, like a kite with a broken string, tumbled several feet away . This man displayed exceptional lightness skill and unparalleled insight from his very first move, targeting the weakest points in Lei Ruoer 's . After those two moves, the man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and made no further moves. Lei Mingwei, wounded in the side, struggled to hold on under the shadow of Zhang Zhong's dagger Lei Ruoer, attacked by the palm's force, bled from the corner of her mouth, her body feeling as if she were in an ice cave. Severely injured, her high breasts heaved rapidly with her heavy breathing, and her limp body was unable to rise from the ground .

Lei Ruoer barely managed to lift her head, only to see that the attacker was a dwarf old man with a full head of silver hair. She sighed in despair.
"The Demonic Sect Elder, the White-haired Flower Thief Zhuo Linqing." Having encountered this man, Lei Ruoer had given up all hope.
Du Guang grinned lewdly and walked towards Lei Ruoer. The Emei Dagger was right beside him, but Lei Ruoer, lying on the ground, had no
strength to pick it up.
"Little beauty, I'm here." Du Guang licked his lips, tossed aside his broadsword, and rubbed his hands together incessantly.
Zhuo Linqing sat in deep meditation, like an old monk. He had suffered severe internal injuries from Lu Changhe's attack the previous night, but had later used
Qingling's body to perform the Fusion Yang Technique, and had just begun to recover. However, he had hastily intervened to help Zhang Zhong and his companion attack Lei Mingwei
and his companion, damaging his newly recovered energy again, leaving him unable to fight.
Zhuo Linqing settled down to regulate his breathing. His ears were clear and his mind was focused. The surrounding noise began to fade into the distance, and his internal energy slowly
began to recede.
Zhuo Linqing suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Watch out!"
It was too late. As Du Guang turned around, the butterfly knife slashed across his neck, and in the instant blood spurted, Du Guang collapsed
heavily at Lei Ruoer's feet.
The Jianglong Gang members once again saw Lin Yuerou, like a fairy, descend from the sky. Her voluptuous
breasts trembled slightly beneath her black dress, and blood still slowly dripped from the blades of her butterfly knives.
Hearing Zhuo Linqing's warning, Zhang Zhong fled from Lei Mingwei like a whirlwind. Lin Yuerou's butterfly knives came chasing after him
, and Zhang Zhong quickly escaped into the Jianglong Gang's ranks.
Nearly a hundred Jianglong Gang members surged forward almost simultaneously. Zhuo Linqing also slowly stood up, staring at Lin Yuerou
.
With Zhuo Linqing, Zhang Zhong, and these nearly a hundred Jianglong Gang members, there was no chance of survival in a prolonged fight. Lin Yuerou shouted
, "Follow me!" Her butterfly knives slashed and cut like the wind, carving a bloody path.
Covered in wounds, Lei Mingwei, supporting Lei Ruoer, followed Lin Yuerou towards Qingyue Manor.
The gates of Qingyue were wide open, and dozens of disciples poured out, fighting their way through the crowd with Lin Yuerou's help, allowing the three to escape
the Jianglong Gang's encirclement.
Lin Yuerou moved behind Lei Mingwei, wielding her butterfly twin blades to cover their retreat. Zhang Zhong, trapped in the crowd, finally couldn't resist
attacking. He leaped up and stabbed at Lin Yuerou with lightning speed.
Zhang Zhong was well aware that Lin Yuerou and Jiang Hanlong were considered the two greatest fighters in Jiangbei, but he had calculated that Lin
Yuerou wouldn't go all out against him to protect Lei Mingwei and Jiang Hanlong, and that he was safe
under .
Seeing Zhang Zhong's sneak attack, Lin Yuerou smiled coldly, advancing instead of retreating. Her butterfly twin blades lashed out at
Zhang Zhong faltered, retreating into the crowd, but Lin Yuerou's pursuit created distance between her and Lei Mingwei.
"Ruo'er!" Lei Mingwei cried out in alarm, struck by a palm strike from Zhuo Linqing, who was hidden in the crowd, and fell heavily
to the ground.
The two gangs surged towards each other like a tidal wave. In the instant of close combat, crossbow bolts
fired from the walls of Qingyue Manor. After a series of screams of agony, the Jianglong Gang retreated like a receding tide. Once the crowd had receded,
the disciples of Qingyue Manor helped Lei Mingwei and escorted Lin Yuerou back to the manor.
"Ruo'er... Ruo'er..." Lei Mingwei cried out weakly, watching the retreating Jianglong Gang.
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trembled as he grabbed Lin Yuerou's sleeve.
Lei Mingwei's robe was stained with blood, blood gushing from the dagger piercing his waist, his face and lips
deathly .
"Go to the side room to heal and rest first. Leave the rescue to me." Lin Yuerou had someone help Lei Mingwei away.
After Lei Mingwei left, Lin Yuerou climbed the walls of Qingyue Manor alone.
Looking littered with corpses, she was filled with dread.
She had been on the wall when Lei Ruoer and Du Guang fought; the rocks obstructed her view, allowing her to hear the distant
shouts of battle but not the situation on the other side.
Despite her lack of knowledge, Lin Yuerou made the boldest decision of her life: to venture alone into the Jianglong Gang's territory without
reinforcements She rescued Lei Mingwei, but failed to save Lei Ruoer.
This solo expedition, however, yielded an unexpected reward: the Liuhuo Gang, the third largest power in Jiangbei and a long-time follower of the Jianglong Gang,
was no longer among them, indicating their departure. Jiang Hanlong , the top expert of the Jianglong Gang and hailed as the number one
man in Jiangbei, was also absent, along with the other four top experts of the Jianglong Gang.
Of the Jianglong Gang's experts besieging Qingyue Manor, only Zhang Zhong and Du Guang remained. Du Guang had already died under Lin Yuerou's sneak attack,
and Zhang Zhong had lost an eye to Lei Ruoer due to underestimating his opponent. The only variable now was Zhuo Linqing, but judging from
the number of times he was severely injured by Lu Changhe, and his strength would be difficult to fully recover overnight. According to Lu Changhe
's assessment, even with the assistance of the Rongyang Gong, it would take Zhuo Linqing three days to recover from his internal injuries.
It seemed that not only was the power of Qingyue Manor weakening, but the Jianglong Gang, which was besieging Qingyue Manor,
was also extremely weak. As Lin Yuerou sighed inwardly, a bold idea surfaced in her mind.
"If I were to continue killing now, Zhuo Linqing would never expect it." Lin Yuerou
was startled , which made her face flush with excitement, her heart race, and her slender hands tremble with elation.
The afterglow of the setting sun spread across the entire Qingyue Manor, turning it into a golden palace. From the city wall, Lin
Yuerou, like an empress, looked down upon the cold corpses outside.
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The outer perimeter of Qingyue Manor's city walls consisted of dense forests and open fields filled with rocks. Under the cover of night, Lin Yuerou
once again ventured deep into the Jianglong Gang's camp.
The autumn night in the mountains was unusually cold. Around several campfires sat members of the Jianglong Gang. Without Jiang Hanlong's
leadership, the gang seemed leaderless and demoralized. Zhang Zhong, with a bandage wrapped around his left eye, was spitting as he
tried to persuade the members, but his authority wasn't enough to subdue them. People were leaving the campfires and
fleeing along the mountain paths under the cover of night. Clearly, some in the Jianglong Gang were having second thoughts, and more and more were leaving.
Lin Yuerou clung to a tall tree, and after confirming that Lei Ruoer and Zhuo Linqing were not among the group, she lightly
leaped away, heading in another direction.
Having been married into Qingyue Manor for over a decade, Lin Yuerou knew the surrounding terrain intimately. She knew that several miles
away lay a cave, extremely well-hidden on a cliff face below a steep precipice—
the only place in the area where one could hide.
Lin Yuerou used her superb lightness skill, stepping on tree trunks to move with the wind. The cool autumn breeze swept over her, its refreshing
coolness invigorating her. Lin Yuerou closed her eyes slightly, savoring this rare refreshing feeling.
Below the cliff was a bottomless abyss. Thick, withered vines, as thick as arms, hung straight down from the cliff top. Lin Yuerou
slowly descended along the vines. About four feet from the cliff top, a cave about the height of a person appeared. Dozens of vines
hanging almost completely obscured the cave entrance, making it hard to imagine that there was a cave behind the vines.
Rather than a cave, it was more like a natural stone chamber. The floor of the chamber was uneven, and the walls also
had protruding sharp rocks, making the entire chamber rough and unrefined.
Lin Yuerou still remembered her first visit to this stone chamber. She had recently married into Qingyue Manor and was feeling
somewhat down. Lei Zhentian offered to take her out to clear her mind, but when she curiously followed him to this cave,
he transformed into a terrifying monster. He tore her clothes apart and brutally violated her delicate
body .
The usually gentle and refined Lei Zhentian in bed became a savage beast, and it was Lin
Yuerou's first time experiencing unbridled release and utter satisfaction since their marriage.
After that, Lei Zhentian seemed to revert to his gentle and considerate husband ways, never bringing Lin Yuerou here again.
Countless times, Lin Yuerou wished her husband would bring her here again for another moment of unbridled release, but as a virtuous wife, she
dared not make such a shameful request.
Returning to the place where they had once made love, the sharp protruding stones on the wall where her tender
nipples , Lin Yuerou felt a surge of heat rising between her legs. She took a deep breath, suppressing her agitated mind. The stone chamber
wasn't large. Lin Yuerou looked around intently. In the darkness, Zhuo Linqing's dwarf figure lay on the uneven stone floor
. Lei Ruo'er was nowhere to be seen. Lin Yuerou became alert, gripping her butterfly twin swords tightly.
Zhuo Linqing's breathing was light and even, seemingly fast asleep, oblivious to Lin Yuerou's arrival.
"He's seriously injured, what are you waiting for?" Lin Yuerou, unsuspecting, swiftly slashed at Zhuo Linqing with her butterfly twin swords.
"Mother," Zhuo Linqing uttered a childish murmur, his frail body trembling slightly, like a frightened
child.
Hearing this childish voice, Lin Yuerou's slender hand trembled violently, and her butterfly twin swords quickly turned, striking the blue stone wall and
scattering sparks. In the flickering light of the fire, the dwarf's face on the stone ground turned out to be that of a four- or five-year-old child.
The sharp sound of a knife striking stone startled the child awake. He gently rubbed his sleepy eyes and
cried out , "Mother, I'm so scared," before throwing himself into Lin Yuerou's arms.
The boy sobbed incessantly, his small body trembling. Overwhelmed with tenderness, Lin Yuerou held him tightly
in her embrace.
The boy was burning hot, his tender face pressed against Lin Yuerou's delicate cheek, the heat making
her heart pound .
She hadn't expected him to have such a high fever from a cold; his consciousness was blurred.
"Mother, Hao'er missed you so much," the boy cried, clinging desperately to Lin Yuerou as if she would
vanish if he let go.
"Who would let a four- or five-year-old child sleep on this cold stone ground? Who would
ignore a child with such a high fever?" The boy's pitiful state filled Lin Yuerou with sorrow. She silently cursed him as she held the poor child close.
"This little brat probably won't last much longer." A rough voice came from the top of the cliff into the stone chamber, and Lin Yuerou
tensed up immediately.
"We still need to keep a close eye on this little brat. If anything happens, Elder Zhuo won't let us off the hook." The noisy
footsteps on the cliff top clearly belonged to two people. The heavy footsteps indicated that their martial arts skills were limited. Lin Yuerou relaxed her
tense nerves. The sound of climbing vines came from the top of the cliff, indicating that the two people on the top were starting to come down. Lin Yuerou picked up
the boy and walked to the entrance of the stone chamber. The moment the two people climbed into the stone chamber, Lin Yuerou silently brushed past them and
climbed up the cliff top along the vines.
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"Where did that brat go?"
"Did he fall off the cliff?"
"I told you to tie his feet, but he wouldn't listen."
"Why the hell didn't you tie them?"
"If I had to tie them, what use would you be, you grandson?" The two cursed each other in the stone chamber,
blaming one another. On the cliff top, Lin Yuerou, holding the boy, hid behind a large blue stone, listening intently.
After a while, the two in the stone chamber quieted down, realizing that arguing wouldn't solve anything, and
fell silent.
After a long time, someone finally spoke.
"What do we do now?"
"We should notify Elder Zhuo as soon as possible. Without that brat, Elder Zhuo can't control Jiang Hanlong, and things in Jiangbei
will change."
"We both know Elder Zhuo's methods. We've made such a big mistake; we'll suffer a fate worse than death.
Rather than both of us suffering, one of us should take the blame," one of them said worriedly.
"That's absolutely right. I'll take the blame alone," the other said.
"This... true friendship is revealed in times of trouble, so I'll thank you in advance, brother." The speaker's voice trembled slightly,
clearly not expecting the other party to be so frank in taking responsibility.
"Yes, brother, wait a moment, I'll go take the blame right away." The vines swayed again, clearly urging the one taking the blame
to climb up.
"Brother, wait a moment, I'll go with you." The other man, seemingly feeling somewhat apologetic, chased after them.
The one taking the blame reached the top of the cliff first, and the other man followed, his head barely emerging when a flash of a sharp blade appeared,
and his head flew off his neck, his headless body instantly plummeting off the cliff.
"Brother, I'm so sorry, you should take the blame." The man on the cliff top gazed coldly down
into the boundless darkness below. In the moonlight, his face was pale, and his weapon still bore traces of blood. He
threw the weapon and all, then turned and ran into the darkness of the forest.
While the two were arguing in the cave, Lin Yuerou settled the drowsy boy behind a large blue rock in a sheltered
spot and stealthily pursued him into the darkness.
The shadowy figure wandered through the dark forest for nearly half a day, turning left and right, until he reached a clearing a few dozen feet away.
His pace slowed, his steps becoming heavy, clearly filled with fear
at .
On the clearing, a luxurious carriage was parked, its interior emitting a faint light.
"Is Zhuo Linqing in that carriage ahead?" a soft voice whispered in his ear, while a chilling blade was already pressed against
the shadowy figure's neck.
The shadowy figure hesitated slightly, then felt a sudden tightening around his neck as a sharp blade dug into it. He could feel
blood dripping from his neck.
"Elder Zhuo is in the car." The blade embedded in his neck brought immense fear, and the shadowy figure dared not be
careless.
"Who else is in the car?" Lin Yuerou asked coldly.
"Jiang Long Gang Leader's wife and Lei Ruo'er from the Thunderbolt Hall," the shadowy figure replied
. "No one else?" Lin Yuerou pressed.
"Only the three of them," the shadowy figure answered definitively.
"Why are Jiang Long Gang Leader's wife and Lei Ruo'er here?" Lin Yuerou asked.
"This…" In the instant the shadowy figure hesitated, the cold blade pressed down hard into his neck, and blood
gushed out.
The carriage door was covered by exquisite animal hides, thick and of fine quality. Dim light
shone through the narrow gaps, and the carriage swayed slightly. Soft, delicate moans emanated from inside. Lin Yuerou's
heart Gripping her butterfly twin knives, she lunged at the carriage.
The moans inside suddenly intensified, the sounds of flesh colliding violently filling her ears. Lin Yuerou
blushed crimson . With the man's heavy breathing, it was clear he had reached the peak of his desire. Lin Yuerou knew this was
the perfect moment. With lightning speed, she plunged her butterfly twin knives into the carriage. The instant the knives entered,
the carriage was torn apart, and Zhuo Linqing's dwarf body flew through the air. His deep red, glistening glans sprayed out a cloud of cloudy
semen , his thick, black penis bulging like a ferocious beast.
"This is terrifyingly big." Lin Yuerou swallowed hard, her pretty face flushed, and her bright eyes
showed surprise.
Qingling, kneeling and prone in the carriage, had her round buttocks raised high, her honeyed orifice wide open, stretched by the penis. She
only trembled in fear the moment Lin Yuerou thrust in. Seeing Lei Ruoer's eyes closed, presumably
unconscious , and that Lei Ruoer was fully clothed, Lin Yuerou breathed a sigh of relief. Her figure flashed, her butterfly-shaped double blades chasing after Zhuo Linqing, the blades
striking with thunderous force.
Zhuo Linqing's internal injuries had already worsened from the continuous battles today, leaving him powerless against Lin Yuerou. Looking at Lin Yuerou
's cold blades, Zhuo Linqing revealed a strange smile. Lin Yuerou felt a slight unease, a vague sense
of foreboding .
A red smoke quietly dissipated as the carriage shattered. The red smoke spread extremely quickly; by the time Lin Yuerou
noticed was already enveloped in it, and the smoke was rapidly spreading throughout the forest.
"Poisonous." Feeling dizzy and lightheaded, Lin Yuerou forced herself to gather her strength and scooped up Lei Ruoer, retreating into the dark
depths of the forest.
"Save me." Qingling weakly reached out her slender hand, looking at Lin Yuerou.
Seeing the weak and pitiful Qingling, Lin Yuerou gritted her teeth, reached out her other hand to help Qingling up, and disappeared back into
the boundless darkness of the forest.
Remember the address page. With a cough, Zhuo Linqing spat out a mouthful of blood, watching Lin Yuerou's fleeing
figure , his trembling hands clenched, his eyes icy cold.
"Elder Zhuo, with these injuries, it's unlikely you can withstand another strike from Lin Yuerou." Xu Fang emerged from the depths of the forest, slightly
raising his head to gaze at the starry sky.
"If you had intervened just now, things could have been very successful." Zhuo Linqing coldly looked at Xu Fang.
"Jiang Hanlong's Purple Gold Dragon Phosphorus Blade and Lin Yuerou's Butterfly Twin Blades have never had a match in Jiangbei. I, Xu, also
know that I am no match for either of them, and even a sneak attack would have no chance of success." Xu Fang looked at Zhuo Linqing's
thick, black penis with jealousy in his eyes.
"What a pity." What Zhuo Linqing had initially thought would be an easy victory had become increasingly uncertain. With
the arrival of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall masters, Qingyue Manor only had Lei Mingwei besides Lin Yuerou, while on his side, besides Xu Fang and
Zhang Zhong, there was no one else who could make a move. Now, the biggest variable was Jiang Hanlong, who hadn't returned yet, and
Zhuo Linqing was losing control of him. Zhuo Linqing felt he was losing
control of the entire Jiangbei martial arts world.
"Lin Yuerou's aphrodisiac should be taking effect by now. Chasing after her now would be a piece of cake." Zhuo Linqing
wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"How do I know Zhang Hai isn't with Lin Yuerou?" Xu Fang's goatee twitched slightly, his eyes cunning like
a fox.
Seeing Xu Fang unmoved, Zhuo Linqing sighed, his gaze fixed on the direction Lin Yuerou had disappeared in.
Lin Yuerou carried the unconscious Lei Ruoer in one arm and supported the naked Qing Lingjia with the other, rushing towards Qingyue Manor. Given
Zhuo Linqing's current injuries, he had no chance of pursuing or attacking, but the Jianglong Gang was nearby. Lin Yuerou dared not be careless
, swiftly traversing the dense forest in the darkness.
Lin Yuerou's advantage lay in her extreme familiarity with the surrounding environment; even in the dark, she navigated with ease. With
her martial arts skills, carrying Lei Ruoer and the other woman through the forest should have been effortless, but as she hurried, she clearly
felt her strength waning. In the chilly night, she was already drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and her limbs felt weak
. Lin Yuerou could only grit her teeth and persevere.
Seeing the flickering campfires in the distance, Lin Yuerou let out a long breath. Beyond the forest lay Qingyue Manor,
the Jianglong Gang's last line of defense. Once past this line and into Qingyue Manor, she would be safe.
"You stay here and watch over her for me, I'll be right back." Lin Yuerou instructed Qingling to look after the unconscious Lei Ruoer
while quietly moving to the edge of the forest.
Outside the forest, a dozen or so Jianglong Gang members were gathered around a campfire, with swords and weapons scattered around it.
A fat sheep was roasting over the fire, and the rich aroma of meat filled the air.
"Where did you think our leader went? We haven't seen him for days," one member said, taking a bite of mutton.
"I don't know. Ever since the leader left, Zhang Zhong has also sent away the leader's four senior uncles. Now our strength
is probably far inferior to Qingyue Manor," another member chimed in.
"That's right. A few days ago, our Jianglong Gang's seven top experts, along with the Liuhuo Gang's Lieyan Dao Zhao Feiwu and Zhao Dad, eight top
experts, were confident of victory against Qingyue Manor. After the leader left, Zhang Zhong forced the Liuhuo Gang to leave and sent away the leader's five senior uncles,
except for Du Guang. Zhang Zhong is clearly trying to seize power." Another hot-tempered member
threw the mutton in his hand to the ground.
"Old Hei, even if you don't want to eat it, don't throw it away!" An older gang member quickly ran up to Old Hei, trying to
pick it up.
Old Hei kicked the mutton on the ground and smacked it hard. "All you know how to do is eat! Without the gang leader, the
Jianglong Gang is a complete mess. Today, we could barely hold off those two from the Thunderbolt Hall."
"Sigh, those two from the Thunderbolt Hall are really difficult to deal with. If it weren't for that dwarf old guy's intervention, Zhang Zhong and the other two would have been..."
"It's hard to win." The older gang member sighed.
"You know what, I've never seen that old man before, and I've never heard of him in the gang."
"Yeah, I've never heard of him either. It seems Zhang Zhong is quite respectful to this old man."
"Who cares about old man or not? If the gang leader isn't here, I'm going down the mountain tomorrow and I'm not following that bastard Zhang Zhong anymore." Old Hei
cursed Zhang Zhong as he walked towards the forest.
"Why wait until tomorrow? Didn't you see some brothers have already started going down the mountain tonight?" "The older
gang member shouted to Old Black, who was walking towards the forest.
As Old Black drew closer, Lin Yuerou gripped her butterfly knives tightly, ready to ambush
him .
In the darkness, Old Black stopped, looked around, unbuckled his belt, and pulled out his thick, dark penis,
urinating into the forest.
Looking at the thick, dark penis, Lin Yuerou spat inwardly, a strange heat rising within her, her vagina
throbbing .
After urinating, Old Black grabbed his thick, dark penis and swung it left and right, the remaining urine splashing everywhere. His penis was like a waving
spear, making Lin Yuerou's mouth dry, her hands unconsciously reaching towards her crotch.
"Is that the red smoke? How have I become so lewd?" Lin Yuerou wanted to shatter the red
smoke , cursing herself inwardly, but her hands obeyed her will, gently rubbing her vulva through her clothes.
"Mmm," she groaned softly, her body incredibly sensitive; the moment her fingers touched her labia, pleasure
surged .
"Who?" Old Hei clearly heard the voice. He quietly stepped into the forest, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and
lost consciousness .
Knocking Old Hei out, Lin Yuerou dragged him deeper into the forest, frantically stripping him of his clothes.
The sight of his bare, muscular upper body, so hot and raw, intoxicated her. She hastily pulled down his pants, and his engorged
penis sprang out, startling Lin Yuerou.
Lin Yuerou picked up Old Hei's clothes, preparing to leave, her mind filled with lewd scenes, her eyes
deeply drawn to his thick penis.
"It's so dark, and there's no one around!" Lin Yuerou lightly licked her lips, her mind filled with lewd thoughts.
Her heart pounded like a deer's. She looked around again, her delicate hand inexplicably grasping Lao Hei's thick, erect
penis .
"So hot," she groaned, the heat of the penis in her hand causing her to moan involuntarily.
"How come Lao Hei disappeared after taking a piss?" Jianglong Gang had already noticed Lao Hei's disappearance.
"He just said he was going down the mountain, could he have gone down in the middle of the night?" an older member said.
"Could he have been kidnapped by a female ghost in the forest?" the other members chimed in.
Several people were already approaching the edge of the forest. Lin Yuerou took out a flute-like object from her waist, put it
to her lips blew hard. A piercing whistle, like the howl of a vengeful ghost, shot through the forest like an arrow,
echoing in the vast night.
"What's that sound?" Several gang members near the forest hesitated, their hearts pounding with fear.
Lin Yuerou quickly returned to the depths of the forest, handed Lao Hei's clothes to Qingling, and said, "Put these clothes on,
we're going back to Qingyue Manor now." The howling of the vengeful
ghosts still echoed in the night sky. The gates of Qingyue Manor slowly opened amidst the screams, and several tall
figures pounced on the dozen or so members of the Jianglong Gang like tigers released from their cages. Their attacks were fierce and ruthless. The Jianglong Gang members were clearly caught off guard
, and in their haste, they grabbed their weapons and simultaneously cried for help.
Lin Yuerou, carrying Lei Ruoer in one arm and supporting Qingling with the other, calmly walked across the deafening battlefield back to Qingyue
Manor. Upon seeing the Manor Lord's wife return to Qingyue Manor, the tall figures withdrew from
the battlefield , truly swift as the wind.
The night returned to its usual calm, everything seemed normal. If it weren't for the two Jianglong Gang corpses lying across the ground,
one might almost think it was a dream. Only the tranquil night sky held an eerie atmosphere.
(Chapter Fourteen: Lust)
The howling of the vengeful ghosts still lingered in his ears, and Xu Fang frowned slightly.
"That howling sound?" Zhuo Linqing asked Xu Fang, looking at him with suspicion.
"Lin Yuerou has mobilized the Blood Guards of Qingyue Manor," Xu Fang said leisurely.
"Blood Guards?" Zhuo Linqing asked, puzzled.
"The most mysterious force of Qingyue Manor consists of eight people. It's
a team that Lin Yuerou started training after marrying into Qingyue Manor, and they are under her command," Xu Fang explained to Zhuo Linqing.
"Eight experts?" Zhuo Linqing asked. "
Their martial arts are only passable, but when these eight people join forces, they are like tigers descending the mountain, their attacks are as powerful as thunder,"
Xu Fang replied, looking at Zhuo Linqing.
"So, this howling sound is Lin Yuerou summoning these eight Blood Guards?" Zhuo Linqing asked.
"Yes, this also means that Lin Yuerou, along with Lei Ruoer and Qingling, has safely returned to Qingyue Manor,"
Xu Fang said slowly, stroking his goatee.
"I wonder if the elder still has anyone useful?" Xu Fang asked after a long silence.
Zhuo Linqing also remained silent for a while and shook his head slightly.
"What about Jiang Hanlong? As long as Jiang Hanlong is there, we still have a chance of winning," Xu Fang pressed.
"Those are the guards watching over Jiang Hanlong's son," Zhuo Linqing pointed to a corpse in the distance and continued, "
It seems Lin Yuerou followed him here, which means Lin Yuerou has already found Jiang Hanlong's son. I
no longer have any pawns to control Jiang Hanlong." In the chilly autumn night, Xu Fang felt an overwhelming cold, and his thin
figure trembled slightly.
"If that's the case, I advise Elder Zhuo to abandon the Jiangbei martial world. I, Xu, will also flee Jiangbei and wander
the world." Xu Fang's voice sounded extremely desolate, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.
Zhuo Linqing looked at Xu Fang with great interest and said, "Xu Fang, the 'Chasing Wind Sword,' Second Master Xu, you should think carefully. As Lei Zhentian
's sworn brother, betraying Qingyue Manor, do you want to live a life of constant fear and persecution,
or do you want to follow me to conquer Qingyue Manor, letting Jiangbei Phoenix bask in our company, freely playing with those alluring
breasts?" Speaking of Lin Yuerou, Zhuo Linqing licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with a burning light, his chest heaving,
while he coughed up blood incessantly.
"Forgive my bluntness, but given the elder's current injuries and the Jianglong Gang's strength, even with my addition, we are
no match for Qingyue Manor. Moreover, with Jiang Hanlong's arrival, it's difficult to distinguish friend from foe. I'd better keep my old life for myself."
Xu Fang shook his head, watching Zhuo Linqing cough up blood, and retreated from the forest, heading straight down the mountain.
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The earth returned to calm, but Qingyue Manor remained shrouded in darkness, the night sky filled with boundless killing intent.
The image of the fierce warriors emerging from Qingyue Manor was still vivid in her mind. Their astonishing fighting prowess had instilled
a chilling fear in the already demoralized Jianglong Gang, further plunging them into despair. They didn't even notice the shadowy figures
reappearing
from Qingyue Manor. Lin Yuerou slipped down from the walls of Qingyue Manor and entered the forest under the cover of night. The child hidden behind the bluestone
, with his small, pitiful expression and feverish state, alarmed Lin Yuerou. She feared the child wouldn't
survive the night and had to rescue him and bring him back to Qingyue Manor.
At this moment, the aphrodisiac in Lin Yuerou's body began to take effect. In the cool night breeze, Lin Yuerou felt intoxicated,
her sensitive body inexplicably hot. As she hurried along, her large, restless breasts swayed rapidly, intentionally rubbing
against her night-clothes.
"Mmm," the pleasure of the friction made Lin Yuerou almost moan, her delicate face flushed even more alluring. The aphrodisiac's
effects dulled Lin Yuerou's senses, making her body's sensations increasingly acute. Despite knowing the extreme danger of
letting the aphrodisiac take effect, Lin Yuerou thoroughly enjoyed the intoxicating pleasure of the flesh.
What shouldn't have been a short distance took her a long time; the aphrodisiac's effects
nearly halved her speed. After reaching the bluestone, the child's breathing became even, and his clothes were soaked with sweat,
indicating that his body temperature had returned to normal.
Lin Yuerou breathed a sigh of relief. She picked up the child, ready to leave, but found herself almost exhausted from the aphrodisiac's attack. A deadly
heat filled her mind, and Qingyue Manor seemed impossibly far away.
"No, it's too dangerous here," Lin Yuerou thought, picking up the child and sliding down the vines. What should have
been an easy movement became incredibly difficult for her. Her long legs gripped the vines tightly, the rough flesh
rubbing against her sensitive cleft as she slid, sending waves of intense pleasure through her.
"Ah!" Lin Yuerou let out a pleasurable moan, the child almost falling from her arms. Looking down into the
abyss , Lin Yuerou gasped, gritting her teeth to resist the pleasure created by the vines rubbing against her legs, and slowly
slid into the stone chamber on the cliff face.
Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Lin Yuerou's senses were dulled except for her physical desires; she didn't
even notice the figure following her.
The frail young man who had been tracking Lin Yuerou on the cliff top craned his neck to look down, his deep eyes revealing an unusual
glint, his mind in turmoil.
"Ah...ah." In the midst of this internal struggle, a short, soft moan came from the stone chamber on the cliff. The soft, seductive
moan instantly aroused the young man's blood; he grabbed the vines on the cliff and slid down.
Lin Yuerou felt an unprecedented surge of desire. Every inch of her skin seemed to be infected by aphrodisiacs;
even the slightest touch could send her into a frenzy. She lay recklessly on the uneven stone ground, untying
the corset of her nightgown. Her slender hands roamed beneath the hem of her garment, exploring her burning waist. The exquisite sensation was enough to drive her
mad .
"Ah!" Her delicate fingers finally reached her hardened nipples, the deadly pleasure turning into an unconscious moan. Her
other hand quickly slipped inside her clothes, teasing her muddy crotch.
Moans of "Mmm...ah..." filled the air. The dignified and aloof Lin Yuerou in the stone chamber transformed into a lustful beast
, reveling in the deadly pleasure of her fingers, sinking into a vortex of desire.
"Madam." The frail young man, hearing the melodious moans up close, felt a surge of heat, his
burning erection causing his clothes to bulge.
"Who?" Lin Yuerou's voice was low, desperately suppressing her burgeoning lust.
In the moonlight veiling the entrance to the cave, Lin Yuerou vaguely saw a dark figure, unable to make out the person's face.
Lin Yuerou desperately suppressed her lust, her delicate hand laboriously withdrawing from between her legs, her slender fingers covered in semen.
The dark figure hastily removed his clothes and strode towards Lin Yuerou.
"Don't come any closer!" Lin Yuerou cried out, only to find that all her martial arts skills had
vanished under the influence of the aphrodisiac. She struggled to her feet, already panting heavily.
Lin Yuerou's cries and shouts did not stop the dark figure's advance; he had already rushed in front of her, his hand
slipping under the hem of her blouse and grasping her ample breasts.
"Ah!" Lin Yuerou felt as if struck by lightning. Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, her body was extremely sensitive. Her remaining consciousness
struggled, her slender hands weakly pushing against the man.
"No...don't..." The man's masculine aura and the aphrodisiac intertwined, ravaging Lin Yuerou's sensitive
body .
Lin Yuerou's remaining consciousness struggled to discern the man's identity, but in the darkness of the stone chamber, she couldn't
make out his face. The waves of overwhelming, numbing pleasure completely shattered her senses.
"Ah... I can't take it anymore." As the man's fingers traced her rosy nipples, Lin Yuerou was completely engulfed in
a vortex of desire.
The man's movements were clumsy and lacked any skill; his hands haphazardly caressed Lin Yuerou's proud breasts.
Lin Yuerou twisted her body, intentionally letting her sensitive nipples slip between the man's fingers. Her hardened nipples became
even more erect, her breath sweet as orchids, and her slender hand grasped his erect penis.
"So hot," the aphrodisiac had completely consumed Lin Yuerou; she moaned unconsciously, her slender hand kneading his manhood.
The man, panting heavily, withdrew his hands and frantically unbuttoned Lin Yuerou's nightgown. His movements were clumsy and
tense .
"Still a virgin?" Lin Yuerou chuckled at the man, whose face flushed instantly. He had never imagined such
vulgar words would come from the mouth of the noble and dignified mistress of the manor.
As if Lin Yuerou had seen his blushing face, the man turned her body, making her face the cold stone wall.
Lin Yuerou obediently lay against the wall, allowing the young man to easily strip her of her night clothes.
Standing, the man easily removed Lin Yuerou's black night clothes and pulled off her thin, gauze-like underpants.
The faint moonlight filtered through the vines at the entrance of the stone chamber, scattering across the cold stone floor. Under the moonlight, Lin Yuerou, lying against
the stone wall swayed her naked, plump buttocks, her round, firm buttocks bobbing like waves.
Gazing at the snow-white, plump buttocks, the young man breathed rapidly. His trembling hands gently rested on the heroine's slender waist,
his flat stomach pressed against her hot, fleshy buttocks, and his stiff penis probed between her hidden thighs. The engorged
glans throbbed around her tender honeyed orifice, the hot sensation between her jade-like legs stimulating his senses.
The young man had little experience in this area, and his ramming penis couldn't penetrate that warm,
moist honeyed cave. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his face flushed red with impatience.
Lin Yuerou had completely lost consciousness, like a female beast in heat yearning to be hunted; her tender, juicy honeyed place was already...
Fully open, awaiting its prey.
A soft, boneless hand slipped under her abdomen, grasping the base of the throbbing penis between her thighs and gently swaying it from side to side.
With each movement, the hot penis parted the delicate petals, and under Lin Yuerou's guidance, the engorged glans easily
slid into the tender, juicy honey hole.
"So tight." The man trembled as he pressed Lin Yuerou hard against the stone wall, his firm abdomen pressing against her thick
buttocks , his erect penis forcefully squeezing into her tender honey hole.
"Ah!" Lin Yuerou cried out in a clear, delicate voice, her slender white hands gripping the protruding stones on the wall tightly. Her thirsty
body trembled with excitement at the instant satisfaction, but the tears of humiliation on her exquisite face still betrayed her
inner resentment.
The man squeezed her bare, plump buttocks; the tight grip between her honey hole made his engorged glans tingle intensely. The
man pulled back slightly, then thrust again into the juicy jade cave.
"Ah!" the man roared, gripping Lin Yuerou's slender waist tightly, his cloudy semen shooting
deep into .
After only two thrusts, he ejaculated profusely, his penis becoming limp and powerless like a dead snake.
Lin Yuerou desperately twisted her plump buttocks, but couldn't stop the limp penis from slipping out of her honeyed depths, the cloudy
semen gushing out with it.
The man, panting, clutched her slender waist, his face flushing even more. He was utterly powerless before this perfect body,
surrendering instantly.
Lin Yuerou's aphrodisiac raged like wildfire, yet she found no satisfaction. She pulled the man's hands to her chest,
kneading her large breasts, her round, plump buttocks squeezing the man's dead penis.
The man held the soft, fragrant jade in his arms, his hands wantonly playing with her large breasts, imagining the usually aloof
heroine in his arms, to be played with at will, feeling immense satisfaction, his dead penis teasing between the heroine's jade thighs.
Lin Yuerou raised her fair arms and reached behind her neck to embrace the man's head, pulling his face close to hers.
The man obediently rested his face against hers, and Lin Yuerou turned to kiss his lips.
Her soft, cherry-like lips locked onto his, and Lin Yuerou's dreamlike moans excited him immensely. Her
delicate tongue slipped into his mouth, sucking on his soft, smooth tongue. His movements were greedy yet clumsy, and his penis
hardened like iron.
Lin Yuerou guided his erect penis into her again, and with his rough penetration, she
released his lips and cried out in ecstasy, her writhing body transforming her into a lustful, unsatisfied bitch.
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On a cold, lonely night, under a bright moon, Jiang Hanlong stood at the foot of the mountain, gazing up
at . On the mountain lay his Jianglong Gang, his beloved wife, his adorable son, and
the formidable Zhuo Linqing, whom he found difficult to deal with. The thought of Zhuo Linqing felt like a thorn piercing his
heart weighed heavily on his chest, making his breathing difficult and labored.
"What are you thinking about?" A slender arm wrapped around his neck from behind, soft breasts pressed against his
back .
"Is Mei'er asleep?" Jiang Hanlong turned and embraced Lan Ling's slender waist. Lan Ling stood naked in the bright
moonlight , her high, rounded breasts appearing smooth and lustrous. Jiang
Hanlong was already used to the bold behavior of the naturally lewd Pink Fox. He lowered his head, buried his face in Lan Ling's breasts, and took a deep breath.
The lingering scent of milk lingered in his nostrils, quickly calming Jiang Hanlong's restless mood. Each time he
was intimate with Lan Ling, he could cast aside his troubles and soothe his agitated emotions. Jiang Hanlong picked up Lan Ling and carried her
towards the thatched hut not far away.
"Don't go back, stay here." Lan Ling wrapped her long legs around Jiang Hanlong's waist, her arms around
his neck, swaying her full breasts coquettishly.
Jiang Hanlong ignored Lan Ling's coquettishness, one hand around her slender waist, the other
slapping her buttocks forcefully, striding to the door of the thatched hut.
"If you're not afraid of waking Mei'er, then go in." Lan Ling hooked her arms around Jiang Hanlong's neck, her smiling eyes
even more alluring in the moonlight.
Thinking of Mei'er in the thatched hut, Jiang Hanlong stopped, looking around but finding no suitable place for their tryst.
"You lie down, I'll do it," Lan Ling whispered in Jiang Hanlong's ear.
Lan Ling was always bold and unrestrained, her various methods always bringing Jiang Hanlong inexplicable pleasure. Compared to Qing Ling's
shyness Jiang Hanlong seemed to increasingly prefer Lan Ling's unrestrained nature.
Jiang Hanlong lay down on the ground, and Lan Ling quickly removed his clothes. Freed from the constraints of clothing,
Jiang Hanlong's erect penis stood proudly, its large, menacing glans like a clenched fist.
Lan Ling took a deep breath, not in a hurry to take the dragon into her honey pot. She knelt between Jiang Hanlong's legs, grasped the swollen dragon
with both hands , and gently parted her cherry lips to take the massive glans into her mouth. Her smooth, fragrant tongue
gently teased the large glans.
The smooth sensation in her cherry lips gave Jiang Hanlong an inexplicable pleasure. This kind of oral skill was something Qing Ling would never possess. He put
his hands behind his head, slightly raising his head to watch the massive glans force open Lan Ling's cherry lips. The glans was far too large for Lan Ling's
small mouth , making it extremely difficult to move in and out, pushing her mouth into various shapes.
Lan Ling diligently swallowed and spit out the enormous penis, her naturally curved, pleading eyes looking at Jiang Hanlong, giving him
a sense of conquering pleasure. He reached out and pressed Lan Ling's head down, pushing his penis deep into her cherry lips.
"Ugh," Lan Ling gasped, spitting out the penis from her mouth, her saliva dripping onto it. She straddled Jiang Hanlong
, her slender hands reaching behind her to grasp the thick penis, pressing the enormous penis into the lush grass between her legs.
The hot penis pressed against her wet, moist opening, the tender flesh being slowly pried open by the thick glans,
the juices of her vagina flowing slowly down the glans.
Lan Ling gently swayed her rounded buttocks, slowly pressing down, the penis being swallowed little by little by her honeyed opening, the warm, moist flesh being
stretched open by the thick penis, her tender labia invading the honeyed passage along with it.
"Hiss, so big." Lan Ling gasped, her delicate face contorted with excitement. The massive penis had already reached
the very end of her honeyed passage, its enormous size not yet fully penetrated.
Lan Ling swayed her plump buttocks, letting the blunt head of the penis rub against the sensitive flesh at the end of her honeyed passage,
moaning lasciviously.
Jiang Hanlong felt Lan Ling's gripping and grinding, her alluring honeyed passage like a living thing, tightly gripping and stimulating his
raging penis. Lan Ling's skillful technique drove him wild with desire.
"A seductive vixen." Jiang Hanlong's rough hands gripped Lan Ling's slender waist and pressed her down forcefully, while...
With a thrust of his hips, his massive member was forced entirely into her narrow passage, filling her completely.
"Master, forgive me!" Jiang Hanlong's enraged member was so enormous that even the experienced Lan Ling found it difficult to accept.
Under the assault of his member, she grimaced, her passage throbbing and swollen with a tingling numbness. Her long, slender legs lifted her plump buttocks, allowing the member
to pull out slightly.
"Ah!" Lan Ling had barely managed to pull the member out a little, and before she could even catch her breath, Jiang Hanlong grabbed her buttocks and thrust in
hard .
Jiang Hanlong flipped her over, pinning her to the ground, and like an enraged lion, he rode wildly across her delicate body, his member
ravaging her tender passage.
Lan Ling's moans and cries filled the night sky, the deadly, tingling pleasure surging like waves in a turbulent river
.
Suddenly, the lewd night fell silent, and the lion-like Jiang Hanlong darted into the shadows like a mouse seeing a cat
.
The usually domineering Jiang Hanlong fled like a mouse. Lan Ling giggled as she looked at Mei'er, who was equally
flustered .
"Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Mei'er said timidly, looking at Lan Ling.
"Sister doesn't blame you," Lan Ling said with a smile that was full of spring-like warmth. She took Mei'er's hand and led her back to
the thatched hut.
"Chief Jiang seems very angry. Will he be angry and not let Mei'er come with us?" Mei'er looked back at
the shadows in the moonlight.
"Besides coming with sister, Mei'er, is there anywhere else you can go?" Lan Ling asked teasingly.
"I can go back to the riverside inn, that's my home," Mei'er replied softly, her eyes beginning to redden.
"Your father is gone now, so you can come with sister from now on," Lan Ling said with a grin.
"Okay," Mei'er nodded heavily. She knew that without her father,
it would be difficult .
Lan Ling brushed aside Mei'er's hair, looking at her delicate face, and said, "What a little beauty! Elder Zhuo
will definitely like her."
"Who's Elder Zhuo? I don't want him to like me!" Mei'er, though innocent, vaguely understood
the meaning of "like.
" Lan Ling chuckled inwardly, "You won't have a choice then."
"Sister, your breasts are so big." Mei'er blushed as she looked at Lan Ling's bare breasts.
"They're all made big by men. Mei'er will get bigger too after being eaten by many men." Lan Ling
gently pinched Mei'er's tender breasts through her clothes.
"No way!" Mei'er's face flushed red.
Jiang Hanlong, dressed neatly, stood alone under the bright moonlight. The moon, like a silver plate, illuminated his tall figure.
Looking at imposing figure, Jiang Hanlong couldn't help but laugh. How could a once-powerful hero have fallen
so low in front of a little girl like Mei'er? Jiang Hanlong sighed inwardly.
A gentle breeze carried soft sounds, the rustling of clothes, and a couple came into
view .
"I never expected to find such refined individuals in this desolate night," the man
said with a slight smile, looking at Jiang Hanlong under the moonlight.
The man was around twenty years old, tall and slender, with a handsome face, appearing elegant and dashing. His speech
was graceful, his manners impeccable, pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Hanlong nodded slightly at the two, his gaze settling on the woman.
The woman's voluptuous figure was exquisitely proportioned beneath her black night clothes, her proud breasts full and round, her hips
high and firm , her slender waist swaying gracefully with each step. The woman possessed a seductive physique, yet her face was pure and refined, her features exquisite yet
dignified, her lips slightly upturned, a smile that conveyed an unparalleled air of authority.
The woman appeared to be around thirty years old, and she and the man were likely siblings, yet they showed no sign of intimacy.
The woman finely crafted black clothing, adorned with subtle floral patterns on the collar and sleeves, and trimmed with dark red—it was the official uniform of the Six Doors (a powerful military organization).
"I am Zhuge Miaoyu of the Six Doors. May I ask if this route leads to Qingyue Manor?" Zhuge Miaoyu asked
with a slight smile.
"The imperial court and the martial arts world rarely interact. Does the Six Doors intend to interfere in the Jiangbei martial arts world?" Jiang Hanlong
asked instead of answering.
"Brother, you are overthinking it. I am merely visiting an old friend. The Six Doors has no intention of meddling in the Jiangbei martial arts world." Zhuge
Miaoyu was taken aback by the man's wariness.
The man behind Zhuge Miaoyu suddenly lunged forward, brandishing a thumb-thick iron rod aimed directly at Jiang Hanlong's head.
The rod was about a foot long, with a smooth iron bead the size of an apricot at its tip, gleaming silver in the moonlight.
"You scoundrel!" Jiang Hanlong roared, throwing a punch while simultaneously drawing his Purple-Gold Dragon Phosphorus Blade from behind him and
slashing out.
With a clang, the man's iron rod was knocked away. Using the momentum of Jiang Hanlong's attack, the man leaped away and hid behind
Zhuge Miaoyu, trembling with fear at Jiang Hanlong's rage.
Jiang Hanlong was like a fierce lion, his blade like a writhing dragon, a wrathful god in the moonlight.
"Indeed, it's the Purple-Gold Dragon Phosphorus Blade! I've searched high and low, and it's come to me effortlessly," the man
said from behind Zhuge Miaoyu.
Clearly, the man had only used the Purple-Gold Dragon Phosphorus Blade because he wanted to know Jiang Hanlong's identity; indeed, one strike was enough for
the two to recognize him.
"The so-called Land Dragon King, Chief Jiang, his aura is indeed extraordinary," Zhuge
Miaoyu .
"You recognize me?" Jiang Hanlong abruptly stopped his attack and asked coldly.
"The Purple-Gold Dragon Phosphorus Blade is unique in Jiangbei. Even if you don't recognize Chief Jiang, you'll recognize this Purple-Gold Dragon Phosphorus Blade."
Zhuge Miaoyu smiled lightly, took out an invitation and handed it to Jiang Hanlong, saying, "The Six Doors will hold a martial arts
conference in early next month. The Grand Coordinator of the Six Doors cordially invites heroes from all over the world to attend the grand banquet. Since Chief Jiang is here, I don't need to visit
the Jianglong . I hope Chief Jiang will attend the banquet.
" Jiang Hanlong opened the invitation and looked at it, saying, "The imperial court is the imperial court, and the martial arts world is the martial arts world
. Isn't it ridiculous that the Six Doors is holding this martial arts conference?" Then he tore the invitation to shreds.
Zhuge Miaoyu's pretty face instantly turned blood red, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a cold light. Suddenly, she smiled lightly again, "Since Chief Jiang
is unwilling, I will not disturb you. Farewell."
"The mountain road is dangerous at night. Be careful, you may come but not return alive." Jiang Hanlong said coldly, watching the two figures disappear into the night.
Only after Zhuge Miaoyu and her companion disappeared into the night did Lan Ling emerge from the thatched house.
"Zhuge Miaoyu, the 'Flying Swallow,' is quite clever. Lin Yuerou, the 'Phoenix of Jiangbei,' is ranked first or second on Elder Zhuo's list
. Elder Zhuo didn't go looking for her, but she delivered herself to his doorstep." Lan Ling piled her long black hair high, her eyes gleaming with
fervor .
"I'm afraid this Zhuge Miaoyu is even more difficult to deal with than Lin Yuerou," Jiang Hanlong said coldly.
"Unfortunately, Elder Zhuo isn't the only one eyeing this Chief Constable of the Six Doors," Lan Ling said, her eyes crinkling with a smile as she looked at
Jiang Hanlong.
Seeing Lan Ling's mysterious expression, Jiang Hanlong remained unfazed and strode into the thatched hut.
Seeing that she hadn't piqued Jiang Hanlong's curiosity, Lan Ling followed him into the hut and asked, "Do you know
who the man following Zhuge Miaoyu is?"
"Not interested," Jiang Hanlong replied indifferently, lying on the mud-brick kang (heated brick bed), though inwardly
he was pondering
why Lan Ling was specifically mentioning this man, given his handsome appearance but limited martial arts skills.
"He's a famous and fierce general in the martial world," Lan Ling said mysteriously.
"Never heard of him," Jiang Hanlong replied casually.
"Never heard of him? Have you ever heard of Ecstasy Island?" Lan Ling chuckled.
"Ecstasy Island?" Jiang Hanlong sat up abruptly.
Jiang Hanlong had certainly heard of Ecstasy Island. It was said to be a remote island in the far south, rife with depravity,
where beautiful women were hunted and raped, subjected to unspeakable humiliation, and turned into slaves. While
the island was teeming with lewd individuals, it lacked true martial arts masters, primarily using abhorrent poisons to corrupt the martial world, earning the island's
fear .
These islanders especially favored female warriors, capturing renowned beauties and
bringing them to the island for their utter debauchery. Their reappearance was always a shock to the martial world.
The most recent sighting was of the eighteen-year-old Qingyou Fairy of the Emei Sect. This pure and refined woman was
captured by Ecstasy Island using despicable methods and disappeared from the martial world for only three months. When martial artists arrived to rescue her,
this beautiful woman was found kneeling between the legs of a fat, nouveau riche, diligently licking his disgusting phallus. Her delicate hands parted her
tender vulva, allowing another withered man to penetrate her body.
The once virginal body, pure and ethereal like a fairy, became voluptuous and alluring, moaning and groaning under the man's ministrations
. Gone was the refined, chivalrous spirit; she was nothing more than a lustful, unsatisfied woman.
Even more chivalrous women, after being trained, were sold to brothels, obediently becoming prostitutes, offering clients
positions beyond the reach of ordinary prostitutes, satisfying their perverse demands, yet afraid to use their martial arts to escape.
"This fierce general holds the third position on Ecstasy Island. Though his martial arts are not high, he's full of wicked schemes. With someone like him
by her side, Zhuge Miaoyu is oblivious; it's like a fat sheep entering a wolf pack," Lan Ling said with a sinister smile.
"How can you be sure that man is from Ecstasy Island?" Jiang Hanlong asked.
"My Holy Sect has countless connections with Ecstasy Island; of course, we're familiar with the people there," Lan Ling said.
Jiang Hanlong didn't speak, only gave a cold laugh. Lan Ling, feeling awkward, continued, "The weapon that man used to attack you
was the weapon of the fierce warrior from Ecstasy Island. That thumb-thick, foot-long iron rod with a walnut-sized ball at the top
is his 'Ecstasy Rod' for disciplining women."
Seeing Jiang Hanlong's lack of response, Lan Ling fell silent. She pondered, her slender fingers brushing a
strand of hair behind her ear, quietly gazing at the bright moon outside the window.
When Jiang Hanlong turned to look, Lan Ling stood with her arms crossed, her expression serene and elegant, like a virtuous woman in her boudoir, showing
no trace of lewdness. Although he knew the fox spirit was fickle, this transformation still secretly amazed Jiang Hanlong.
After a long while, Lan Ling sighed softly and said, "I thought you would listen to me and go to save her."
"Why should I save her?" Jiang Hanlong countered.
"Because you are a hero of the martial world, a chivalrous knight of Jiangbei, how could you allow such a lecherous scoundrel to wreak havoc in Jiangbei?" Lan
Ling, contrary to her usual self, roared hysterically at Jiang Hanlong, tears welling in her smiling eyes.
"I thought you could deal with Zhuo Linqing, I thought you could save me from this misery, but I was wrong." Lan Ling's
voice suddenly softened, her shoulders heaving as she sobbed softly.
Only then did Jiang Hanlong see the real Pink Fox, the woman
who had been forced to submit to the Demonic Sect for survival, who had become lewd and cunning because of her position, yet who had been desperately searching for a chance to escape . Seeing Jiang Hanlong, she thought she saw hope, but when she felt despair, her heart shattered completely. Watching Lan Ling sob in despair, Jiang Hanlong clenched his fists tightly. He desperately wanted to tell Lan Ling that the invitation from the Six Doors clearly stated that the martial arts tournament was to deal with the Demonic Sect, and that he himself would naturally go to help Zhuge Miaoyu of the Six Doors. He couldn't speak, however; he was still unsure of Pink Fox's true intentions. He had to be wary of this cunning and unpredictable woman . (Chapter Fifteen: Murderous Intent) Darkness, utter darkness enveloped her. Lin Yuerou knelt naked on the cold, damp stone surface, her eyes blindfolded by a thick black cloth. Her plump, round buttocks raised high, completely devoid of light. Behind her, a thin, withered man's hands gripped her fleshy buttocks, his thick penis tearing open her tender, honeyed orifice and plunging into her tight flower path with a maddening pleasure. "Ugh," Lin Yuerou tried her best to suppress her moans. Even with her eyes covered by the thick black cloth, Lin Yuerou could easily feel the thinness of the man behind her. "Zhuo Linqing," Lin Yuerou cried out in her heart. Her last memory was of the stone chamber on the cliff face; how could she have been with Zhuo Linqing…? Thinking of Zhuo Linqing, Lin Yuerou's heart tightened. She raised her hand to tear off the black cloth in front of her, but found that her hands, which were firmly supporting her on the ground , and her naked body could not move an inch. What was worse, the enormous penis that had invaded her body was like a rough python filling her entire lower body. With each thrust, the python twisted and coiled, and the juices inside her vagina flowed out in a muddy mess. "Ah, this... is too... big." Lin Yuerou had seen the naked Zhuo Linqing when she rescued Qingling. That dwarf-like body had an unusually thick penis, and the penis dangling between his thin legs was as huge as a dwarf old man 's third leg. Lin Yuerou bit her lower lip, trying her best not to let the shameful moan escape her lips. The python inside her vagina was still searching, and the huge glans slowly pressed into the deepest part of her vagina. "No... don't go in any further." Lin Yuerou was secretly saddened, and her delicate body began to tremble. The thick, fleshy stem squeezed little by little until the large glans touched the clitoris at the end of the jade passage. The stem twisted gently inside, the blunt tip grinding fiercely against the delicate clitoris. "Hoo," Lin Yuerou exhaled a breath of hot air from her tightly clenched lower lip, her hands gripping the ground tightly. An unprecedented wave of pleasure washed over Lin Yuerou's sensitive nerves. "It's so deep…this feels so good…harder…" Lin Yuerou screamed inwardly.

"It seems Madam has never been penetrated so deeply before. Scream, Madam Lei, scream and I'll let you taste
the wonders of being a woman." Zhuo Linqing's hellish voice filled Lin Yuerou's ears.
Lin Yuerou still bit her lower lip tightly, not making a sound, her trembling body slowly tensing up.
"Why struggle so much? Isn't it better to just enjoy it obediently?" Zhuo Linqing said unhurriedly.
The huge penis began to slowly withdraw, Lin Yuerou could feel the juices of her honey hole being scraped out of her jade passage little by little by the penis,
the rough shaft rubbing against her tender jade passage.
Lin Yuerou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could catch her breath again, the huge penis slammed into her honey hole, the large
blunt head hitting the flower bud at the end of her jade passage heavily.
"Ah," a soul-stirring moan floated from Lin Yuerou's throat.
Deep within her jade path, her flower bud was being fiercely ground, a deadly tingling sensation instantly spreading throughout her body. Lin Yuerou's plump, firm
buttocks trembled weakly, her cherry lips emitting intermittent, unconscious moans, her loose black hair obscuring her shy face.
Zhuo Linqing launched a rapid attack on her tender flower bud, the blunt end accelerating the impact, splashing water everywhere between Lin Yuerou's buttocks.
"So Madam Lei also moans like a prostitute in a brothel," Zhuo Linqing slapped Lin Yuerou's high, firm buttocks
with a lewd grin.
"Ugh..." Lin Yuerou's humiliated voice hadn't even left her lips before turning into a weak moan.
The deadly stimulation of her flower bud made her lose her senses, and Zhuo Linqing pressed his entire body against Lin Yuerou's plump, white buttocks,
his short figure appearing as if he were riding on her large, plump buttocks.
Zhuo Linqing pressed his entire upper body against Lin Yuerou's bare back, his withered arms passing under her armpits to
tease her pair of large, bell-shaped breasts.
Even straddling Lin Yuerou's buttocks, his short arms couldn't reach her two rosy nipples.
Zhuo Linqing pushed forward with his short legs, causing Lin Yuerou to lean forward, almost lying on the ground.
Instinctively, she pushed herself up with her hands, her full breasts swaying like bells. When her breasts swayed to their limit, Zhuo Linqing
seized the opportunity and forcefully pinched her swaying nipples with both hands.
"Ugh..." Lin Yuerou moaned softly as Zhuo Linqing held her sensitive nipples in his hands.
Zhuo Linqing straddled Lin Yuerou's plump, white buttocks, his thick penis fully inserted into her honey hole, filling her entire jade passage.
He lay on Lin Yuerou's bare back, barely able to grasp her two pink nipples with both hands, like a knight
on , afraid to make any move.
"This lecher... is just... comfortable." Her tender nipples were being pinched and played with, and his penis in her jade passage
pressed tightly against her flower core, but he didn't move. Her whole body was enveloped by an inexplicable tingling sensation.
"Why...why aren't you moving?" Ants crawled all over the jade passage, and Lin Yuerou unconsciously twisted
her buttocks letting the flower bud grind against the blunt head.
"Little slut, you're playing by yourself now." Zhuo Linqing mocked.
"Ugh...ah...ah..." Lin Yuerou no longer cared about Zhuo Linqing's mockery, and vigorously swayed her buttocks, letting
the tender flesh at the end of the jade passage scrape against the large blunt head.
"It's...it's coming." Lin Yuerou felt the desire deep in her body surge forth, and suddenly looked up.
The black cloth in front of her was removed, and under the blinding light, Lin Yuerou felt dizzy.
"Ah!" With a scream, after the dizziness, Lin Yuerou found herself in front of the gate of Qingyue Manor.
Her husband, who should have been seriously injured and in bed, was actually on the city wall, coldly watching Lin Yuerou and Zhuo Linqing's union. On the city wall,
the people of Qingyue Manor looked at Lin Yuerou with disdain, and some even put their hands between their legs and rubbed them.
"Watch how I fuck your wife." Zhuo Linqing scooped up Lin Yuerou, letting her lean against him
. His withered hands gripped the back of her knees, forcefully spreading her long, beautiful legs so that her vulva
faced the gate of Qingyue Manor. Suddenly, Zhuo Linqing pinched the two tender labia of her vulva and
ripped them apart.
Lin Yuerou's vulva was torn, and blood gushed from the joint. Zhuo Linqing pulled harder,
tearing Lin Yuerou's delicate body in two.
"Zhentian..." Lin Yuerou cried out in pain as she met Lei Zhentian's angry gaze, suddenly sitting up.
"Ugh..." It was just a dream. Lin Yuerou sat naked in the cold stone chamber, her exquisite body still
trembling slightly, the honey from her vulva staining the stone floor. Seeing the child sleeping peacefully beside her, Lin Yuerou
breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking of her recent erotic dream, Lin Yuerou blushed and her heart pounded, and her honeyed depths began to flow again.
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Everything seemed like a dream. The gates of Qingyue Manor, which had been filled with the sounds of battle last night, were now a scene of devastation.
In a single day, Du Guang, the Black-Hearted Tiger, one of the seven top masters of the Jianglong Gang, was killed by Lin Yuerou. The other four masters
, after supporting Jiang Hanlong, never returned. Only Zhang Zhong remained of the Jianglong Gang, and Zhang Zhong lacked the ability to control the gang. Without
Jiang Hanlong, the Jianglong Gang was leaderless. Knowing they were powerless to resist Qingyue Manor
,
members had been leaving since last night. When Lin Yuerou appeared, it was already dawn. The Jianglong Gang had all withdrawn from Qingyue Manor, and the battlefield that had been filled with
fighting was now cold and desolate.
"Are we going to find Mother?" a young child asked, looking up at Lin Yuerou.
The child's small hand grasped Lin Yuerou's index finger, his eyes filled with anticipation.
Looking at the child's adorable expression, Lin Yuerou smiled gently and said, "You'll see your mother soon."
The child giggled, his expectant expression instantly brightening like the clear sky after rain.
"Madam is back!" someone on the city wall shouted with joy.
The gates of Qingyue Manor opened, and Qingling rushed out to hug the child, bursting into tears of joy.
"Mother, don't cry," the child comforted his mother understandingly.
Lin Yuerou stood before the gates of Qingyue Manor, gazing up at the city wall. The turmoil in her heart last night was now
calm . Facing the rising sun, Lin Yuerou closed her eyes slightly, an indescribable sense of accomplishment welling up within her.
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The mountain breeze blowing into the forest felt exceptionally refreshing in this late autumn season, but deep within the forest, Zhuo Linqing
felt a bone-chilling cold.
Jiangbei, which they thought was within their grasp, had become unattainable. After Jiang Hanlong left, the Jianglong Gang was in disarray
, like scattered sand. Zhang Zhong was powerless to control the situation. After yesterday's battle, the Jianglong Gang members had lost their will to fight and
left overnight. Only Zhuo Linqing remained alone in the cold mountains. "Zhang Hai... Lu Changhe, who exactly are you?" Zhuo Linqing's slender fingers tore at his white hair
like dry branches .

The situation spiraled out of control starting with Zhuo Linqing's sneak attack on Zhang Hai.
Although Zhuo Linqing, one of the three elders of the Demonic Sect, was not as skilled as the Thunder Arrow God and the Sky-Supporting Blade Demon, he was still a top expert
in
the martial arts world. He had never taken the Jiangbei martial arts world seriously; even Jiang Hanlong, known as the Land Dragon King, and Lin Yuerou, the Phoenix of Jiangbei, had never received such attention from him. Only Zhang Hai, through Zhuo Linqing's sneak attack, had managed to severely injure him.
Zhuo Linqing realized that this person was none other than Lu Changhe, the legendary figure of Jiangbei who had disappeared long ago. Zhuo Linqing felt utterly
disheartened.
The situation was hopeless, and Zhuo Linqing was filled with fear. The Demonic Sect leader's cold gaze sent chills down his spine, and his
white hair fluttered slightly in the autumn wind.
Before Jiang Hanlong returned, the heavily injured Zhuo Linqing had to leave as soon as possible. Jiang Hanlong will inevitably return to Qingyue
Manor to find his wife and son. When he learns that Qingling and their son have escaped Zhuo Linqing's
control , given Jiang Hanlong's fiery temper, he will surely fight Zhuo Linqing to the death.
If he were not injured, Zhuo Linqing would naturally not be afraid of Jiang Hanlong, but now that he is seriously injured, Zhuo Linqing
has to make other plans.
"I should recover from my injuries first and then think of a way to take over Jiangbei." Zhuo Linqing looked at the palace-like Qingyue Manor,
his heart filled with resentment.
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"Qingyue Manor is just ahead." On the rugged mountain road, Zhuge Miaoyu looked at the majestic manor in the distance, slightly
out of breath. She seemed to be talking to the young man behind her, or perhaps talking to herself.
Looking around at the cliffs on both sides of the mountain road, and then at the first rays of the morning sun, Zhuge Miaoyu couldn't help but sigh at the swift passage of time.
Zhuge Miaoyu became famous at a young age, joining the Six Doors at the age of seventeen, and following the Six Doors' chief constable, Long Yujian Sheng Jin Suiyang,
to investigate the four seas and eliminate evil.
Fifteen years passed in the blink of an eye. Zhuge Miaoyu had apprehended countless thieves and solved numerous major cases, becoming
one of the two top constables of the Six Doors. The once naive young girl was now a wife. The image of a pure and innocent swordswoman
had vanished with , replaced by the allure of a full-figured, curvaceous young woman.
After marriage, Zhuge Miaoyu traveled less and less in the martial world, spending more time with her husband.
The passion of her youth, wielding a sword and roaming the world, had faded, replaced by a life of wealth and comfort.
Zhuge Miaoyu felt herself drifting further and further away from the martial world, and her duties at the Six Doors had become mundane and tasteless. The once
mischievous girl's nature had become introverted and composed. Sensing these changes, Zhuge Miaoyu felt a slight sense of unease;
she still longed for the vast and boundless world of martial arts.
Taking advantage of the Demonic Cult's invasion of the Central Plains martial arts world, the Six Doors once again ventured into the martial arts world. Chief Constable Long Yujian Sheng Suiyang
widely distributed invitations to various sects, and numerous constables from the Six Doors carried these invitations to visit different factions, seeking a united front against the Demonic
Cult . Zhuge Miaoyu seized this opportunity to obtain a mission in Jiangbei. However, only the Jianglong Gang and Qingyue Manor were among the sects
invited to this Jiangbei mission. Her meeting with Jiang Hanlong yesterday made her realize that the martial arts world still harbored prejudice against the Six Doors, making a martial arts gathering unlikely. A handsome young man followed behind Zhuge Miaoyu. He appeared to be around twenty years old, tall and slender, with a clear and handsome face, and long, arched eyebrows. However, his narrow eyes added a touch of cunning to his handsome features . The boy followed behind Zhuge Miaoyu, looking up along the mountain path. The beautiful scenery behind Zhuge Miaoyu was breathtaking . With each step she took, her slender waist swayed, and her ample, fleshy buttocks swayed naturally. The elastic flesh stretched her official robes taut, outlining a perfect, shapely bottom. If Zhuge Miaoyu turned around, she would definitely see the boy's clothes bulging high. "Gulp," the boy swallowed hard. Suddenly, Zhuge Miaoyu's almond-shaped eyes widened in anger as she glared at the boy. The boy hurriedly turned around, pressing down on his bulging clothes. "Sister Miaoyu, you..." the boy said, bewildered. "Pfft," Zhuge Miaoyu suddenly burst out laughing. The boy turned back and saw Zhuge Miaoyu covering her mouth with her slender hand, trying to suppress her laughter. Her beautiful body trembled slightly as she tried to hold it in, unable to maintain a stern expression. The two stared at each other for a long time, until Zhuge Miaoyu suppressed her smile and slowly said, "Lu Feng, you don't need to give me directions. We'll reach Qingyue Manor soon. You can go back now." "But, sister, I..." The boy tried his best to argue and follow Zhuge Miaoyu. "Once I reach Qingyue Manor and meet with Master Lei, I'll return to the Six Doors to report. You should also return to your sect as soon as possible and prepare to deal with the Demonic Sect." Zhuge Miaoyu resolutely refused the boy's request. "Then, sister, will you come to my sect to see me?" The boy's eyes were full of expectation, as innocent as a child. Zhuge Miaoyu was somewhat taken aback and didn't know how to answer for a moment. "I will." Zhuge Miaoyu wanted to get rid of the boy as soon as possible. " Sister is lying. You don't even know who my master is. How can you come to my sect to see me?" The boy turned away refusing to look at Zhuge Miaoyu. The handsome young man suddenly became childlike and innocent. Zhuge Miaoyu couldn't stand this immature behavior and could only say sternly, "Leave now, or you'll lose your life." Without waiting for a reply, Zhuge Miaoyu turned and climbed the mountain. "Crossing the river and then destroying the bridge, discarding the millstone after it's done its work," the young man's dejected voice still echoed in her ears. Zhuge Miaoyu shook her head helplessly , and thinking of how the young man had desperately pressed down on her erect crotch after she had seen through him, she couldn't help but smile. "Sister Miaoyu, my sect is the Seven Talents Hall of Jiangbei. You must come and see me." Watching Zhuge , the innocent expression on the young man's handsome face gradually disappeared. His lips slightly drooped, and his narrow eyes became sharp and fierce. If Zhuge Miaoyu saw him, she would surely feel a chill. ****************************** The handsome young man was named Lu Feng. Zhuge Miaoyu met him when she traveled from the Central Plains to Jiangbei. Zhuge Miaoyu had traveled the martial world for decades, her footprints covering the entire land, but she rarely set foot in Jiangbei. Young Lu Feng, familiar with Jiangbei, returned to his sect and headed south. He offered to guide Zhuge Miaoyu, who, eager to complete her mission, joined him. Guided by Lu Feng, they successfully met Jiang Hanlong and then Lei Zhentian, delivering the invitation to Qingyue Manor. Zhuge Miaoyu's mission to invite the two major Jiangbei sects to the martial arts tournament was thus accomplished. Lu Feng's passionate gaze still lingered in her mind, and Zhuge Miaoyu couldn't help but smile slightly. As one of the two top constables of the Six Doors, Zhuge Miaoyu possessed rich experience in the martial world, and she knew that Lu Feng was far more complex than he appeared.

Compared to the Heroes' Gathering, Lu Feng's true identity was unimportant, and Zhuge Miaoyu didn't want any complications at this
crucial juncture.
Zhuge Miaoyu quickened her pace, a sudden sense of foreboding rising within her, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings rapidly.
"Zhuo Linqing!" Zhuge Miaoyu darted into the dense forest beside the mountain path like a swallow returning to its nest.
"Damn it," Zhuo Linqing groaned inwardly. He had been severely injured by Lu Changhe, and yesterday's rash
actions to defeat Lei Mingwei and Lei Ruoer of the Thunderbolt Hall, coupled with Lin Yuerou's sneak attack at night, left him nearly exhausted. He
only wanted to avoid everyone's notice and recuperate so he could rise again, but unexpectedly, Zhuge Miaoyu had discovered his whereabouts.
With a light flick of her wrist, a chilling sword aura emanated from Zhuge Miaoyu as she coldly stared at Zhuo Linqing. Facing the dwarf before her, she dared not be
careless in the slightest; Zhuo Linqing, barely waist-high, radiated a terrifying light.
Zhuo Linqing forced himself to appear relaxed: "You recognize me?" A cold light flashed,
sword energy surged, carrying intense killing intent. The moment Zhuo Linqing admitted his identity, Zhuge Miaoyu's longsword arrived like a rainbow.
"It's over." Zhuo Linqing closed his eyes slightly; at this moment, he absolutely could not dodge this lightning-fast sword strike.
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Everything was finally over, and Lin Yuerou felt as if she had been reborn.
The infighting and battlefield fighting between the two factions in Jiangbei over the past few days had exhausted Lin Yuerou both physically and mentally. Both factions had suffered
heavy losses. The Jianglong Gang was already in disarray, the four masters of Qingyue Manor, Lei Zhentian, were unconscious, Xu Fang, the Chasing Wind Sword,
had been exposed by Lin Yuerou for colluding with Zhuo Linqing and had fled in fear of punishment, and Yuan Shuo, the Rolling Thunder, had been bewitched by the Bewitching Eyes. Fearing that
Yuan Shuo would cause trouble again, Lin Yuerou imprisoned him in the dungeon.
All the affairs of Qingyue Manor rested on Lin Yuerou's shoulders. Only now did she realize that the vast Qingyue
Manor was currently devoid of capable people.
"Liu Ping," Lin Yuerou thought of Liu Ping, the most outstanding second-generation disciple of Qingyue Manor. Whether in his conduct or
martial arts skills, he was highly valued by Lei Zhentian, who would entrust him with some matters, which Liu Ping always
handled perfectly. Thinking of this person, Lin Yuerou hesitated. This man had been on good terms with Zhang Hai and Zhang Qisen.
Since Zhang Qisen had spied on her, Liu Ping should not be unaware of it. And since she had killed Zhang Qisen to silence him, Liu
Ping absolutely could not be spared. However, now that she needed manpower, if she were to recklessly kill him again, Qingyue Manor might be left with no one else
to rely on.
Lin Yuerou locked herself in her bedroom in the backyard, lay back on the embroidered couch, and enjoyed this rare tranquility. But in
the instant she relaxed slightly, an indescribable warmth quickly spread across her body, and a tingling sensation rapidly
took over her entire consciousness.
"Such potent aphrodisiac." A hot breath escaped from her slightly parted lips. A slender hand
slipped her clothes, her delicate white fingers exploring her smooth back and gently lifting the bandeau top. Freed
from its restraint, her ample breasts swelled dramatically. Even lying on her back, her large breasts pushed the
clothing high, forming two towering mountains of flesh.
Her boneless hand pushed aside the bandeau top, climbing up the erect peaks, the rosy nipples already
hard .
"Ah!" Her fingers gently grasped the hot nipples, her palm rubbing the tips. In an instant, Lin Yuerou's lower body
felt like a river bursting its banks.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness, Lin Yuerou heard footsteps approaching from the courtyard. She forcefully suppressed her burning desire.
"Madam, someone from the Six Doors requests an audience with the Master." Liu Ping clearly considered himself Lin Yuerou's only reliable
person, and he had begun to actively manage the affairs of Qingyue Manor. However, he was unaware that Lin Yuerou harbored
murderous intentions towards him.
"Come in," Lin Yuerou's tone was remarkably calm.
"This..." Liu Ping hesitated, as this was the Madam's bedroom, and he feared it might be inappropriate. After
a long silence, receiving no response from the Madam, Liu Ping reluctantly pushed open the door.
He was stunned by the scene before him. Lin Yuerou seemed to be sitting upright on the bed, but her
breasts appeared larger than usual, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin through her half-closed neckline
. The two peanut-sized nipples pushed against her clothing.
Liu Ping's mouth went dry, and he unconsciously swallowed. Looking at Lin Yuerou, her hair disheveled, her face flushed,
her eyes brimming with spring-like allure, she was simply a young woman in love, a far cry from the heroic spirit of Jiangbei Phoenix.
"Did you and Zhang Qisen spy on me?" Lin Yuerou's voice became languid and alluring.
Liu Ping swallowed hard, his mind racing, his palms and back already drenched in cold sweat.
"Yes, we did." Liu Ping's voice was pitifully soft. He had searched for Zhang Qisen all day, only finding his body this morning in
the dense woods . He also knew that in this manor, only Lin
Yuerou could still kill silently.
"Am I pretty?" Lin Yuerou reached behind her, her slender hand reaching behind her. Under her pillow were her butterfly twin swords; with just
a swift stroke, her secret would be forever preserved.
"Madam, spare my life! Liu Ping lost his mother at a young age. It was the manor lord and madam who took him in and taught him martial arts. Liu Ping has long
regarded the manor lord and madam as his second parents." Liu Ping spoke each word with a tearful lament.
Lin Yuerou's heart softened slightly. Liu Ping continued, "I know that the Master regards me as a confidant.
I am willing go through fire and water for the Master and his wife, even unto death.
" "Can you really do that?" Lin Yuerou stared at Liu Ping and asked coldly.
"Since entering the manor, Liu Ping has been highly regarded by the manor lord and his wife, and has vowed to live and die with the manor.
His wife even betrothed Xiang'er to me; how could Liu Ping be ungrateful?" Lin Yuerou hesitated between killing and not killing.
On one hand, Liu Ping was once a disciple favored by her husband, and she also had a good impression of this thin young man, even
wanting to betroth her beloved maid Xiang'er to him. Mentioning Xiang'er softened Lin Yuerou's heart, and her murderous intent
gradually subsided. "Do you know that Zhang Qilin has been driven to his death by me? If you don't keep your mouth shut, I can take your life at any time."
"Don't worry, Madam, Liu Ping would never betray you." Liu Ping
was overjoyed . "I've already disposed of Zhang Qilin's body; Madam doesn't need to worry about these things." Liu Ping looked at Lin Yuerou
ingratiatingly . Lin Yuerou felt slightly relieved. She had been too hasty in dealing with Zhang Qisen and Zhang Hai's bodies, having been preoccupied with dealing with the Jianglong Gang . Hearing that Liu Ping had taken care of them, she felt a little more at ease and immediately asked, "Where's Zhang Hai?" Liu Ping was taken aback. The last time he saw Zhang Hai was in the backyard hall, when Lin Yuerou was riding on top of him.

They frantically copulated on his body, and Zhang Hai was never seen again after that. He didn't know why when Lin Yuerou asked.
"Didn't you see Zhang Hai's body when you dealt with Zhang Qisen?" Lin Yuerou asked.
"No," Liu Ping shook his head.
"Could it be…" A strange feeling rose in Lin Yuerou's heart.
"Madam," Liu Ping quickly reminded her when he saw Lin Yuerou lost in thought, "Someone from the Six Doors requested an audience; they're still in
the council hall."
"Go ahead and tell them I'll be there soon," Lin Yuerou said.

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