Demon Lord's Song Season 2 Episodes 1-8 (Complete)

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The Demon Lord's Song, Episode 2,
Chapter 1: The First Formation of the Giant Sun.
Nangong Xiuqi was quite familiar with this voice. He happily said, "It's sister-in-law!"
The curtain on the carriage was lifted, revealing Liu Fengzi's smiling face. "Hehe, not bad, you recognized my voice immediately. But it seems our young master is quite hot-tempered. Is he going to some girl to vent his anger?"
Nangong Xiuqi chuckled and said, "Look at what you're saying, sister-in-law. I just came back from court and am about to go home. Where are you going, sister-in-law?"
"I'm going home too."
Looking at Liu Fengzi's smiling face, Nangong Xiuqi couldn't help but be moved. He grinned and said, "That's perfect, I'll go home with you, sister-in-law." With that, he stepped onto the carriage, lifted the curtain, and entered the carriage.
The carriage was quite spacious and comfortably furnished, with thick cashmere carpets and sandalwood carvings on the walls, lingering with a subtle fragrance. However, the most astonishing feature was a large, longan-shaped luminous pearl embedded in the ceiling. So even though the curtains were tightly closed, preventing any outside light from entering, the carriage remained brightly lit, radiating brilliance.
Liu Fengzi leaned languidly against the brocade couch, her jade arm supporting her head, watching Nangong Xiuqi enter with a half-smile. Nangong Xiuqi turned around and drew the curtain, making sure no one outside could see inside. Then, grinning, he squeezed onto the brocade couch, his manhood immediately covering Liu Fengzi's high, firm breasts. He inhaled the fragrance from her neck and took a deep breath, saying, "Sister-in-law, I've missed you so much!"
"Come on!" Liu Fengzi retorted, "You're always thinking about which young lady or which young wife? When do you ever think of your sister-in-law?"
"Hehe, no young lady or young wife is as beautiful and charming as my sister-in-law! Look at your eyebrows, your eyes, your nose, your lips—every single one is exquisitely beautiful! Combined, they're comparable to a fairy from heaven, a goddess from the moon, unmatched on earth!"
"Giggle..." Liu Fengzi laughed heartily, her slender finger poking his forehead as she said, "Your mouth is so sweet, it's enough to kill! You're such a little devil!"
Looking at Liu Fengzi's charmingly coquettish expression, Nangong Xiuqi, this lecherous man, felt half his body go weak. He panted heavily, using both hands and feet to push Liu Fengzi down onto the brocade bed, and then began to untie her silk skirt.
"Ah! You little devil, what are you doing? This is a carriage, there are people outside, don't do anything reckless!" Liu Fengzi exclaimed softly. "
Hehe, sister-in-law, don't think I don't know, this carriage is made of the finest sandalwood, not only sturdy and durable, but also with excellent sound insulation and shock absorption, so... hehe..." As he spoke, Nangong Xiuqi had already removed her silk skirt, revealing her close-fitting undergarments. The pale green silk undergarments clung tightly to her high, rounded mons pubis, highlighting its perfect shape.
"Mmm...you little devil...I must have owed you something in my past life..." Liu Fengzi's forbidden zone had been breached, her body was already mostly limp, how could she resist that lecherous man's invasion? She could only moan softly.
"Haha, sister-in-law, look, you're wet here." Nangong Xiuqi gently massaged the clam-like area through her underpants, and soon a small patch became wet, then the wet stain grew larger and larger, spreading outwards.
As he spoke, Nangong Xiuqi brought his hand, with a thin strand of clear, lustful fluid connecting his index and middle fingers, to Liu Fengzi's eyes. Her face flushed crimson with shame, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck and whispering, "You bad man, you just know how to bully your sister-in-law!"
Nangong Xiuqi chuckled mischievously in her ear, "Alright, I won't bully you anymore. I'll serve you, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he gently broke free from her embrace, slid down, and knelt on the cashmere carpet. He placed his hands on either side of her waist and with a slight pull, easily ripped off her underpants, revealing a secluded valley.
Her delicate belly was snow-white, covered with fine, jet-black hair—a striking contrast that exuded a hint of eroticism. Nangong Xiuqi was overcome with desire, and he couldn't resist lowering his head to lightly lick her vulva.
"Ah!" Liu Fengzi suddenly let out a delicate cry, her body as if struck by lightning. Her lower body, like a spring, gushed forth clear, lustful fluid, soaking the delicate grass beneath her.
Seeing her intense reaction, Nangong Xiuqi couldn't help but smile smugly, teasingly asking, "Good sister-in-law, how was my service?"
Liu Fengzi half-opened her starry eyes, glancing at him sideways with a seductive voice, "Just go ahead and tease your sister-in-law as much as you like!"
Hearing her provocative words, how could Nangong Xiuqi possibly resist? He reached through the grass and parted the two light brown labia to examine them closely. Inside, they were pink and bright red, frosty and misty, incredibly vibrant and lustful! Looking closer, the alluring clam mouth opened and closed slightly like a fish's mouth, and the tender clam meat inside seemed to contain endless suction.
As if to confirm his judgment, Nangong Xiuqi unconsciously extended his middle finger and slowly probed inside. Sure enough, as he expected, the suction inside was incredibly strong. The moment his finger entered, layers of tender flesh seemed to come alive, automatically rolling over and enveloping his intruder, making it difficult for him to advance further, yet also preventing him from withdrawing.
Nangong Xiuqi exclaimed in amazement, becoming even more engrossed in his play. His middle finger continued to slowly rotate and advance within the clam's mouth, while his index finger pressed against a tender bud above the mouth and gently rubbed it. This caused Liu Fengzi to feel as if a thousand electric currents were coursing through her body, and gushing, sticky, clear, lustful fluid gushed out again, soaking Nangong Xiuqi's hand as if it had been coated with oil.
Nangong Xiuqi withdrew his fingers along with the gushing honey, then brought his sticky fingers to Liu Fengzi's lips with a wicked smile, saying nothing. However, Liu Fengzi knew his intention, giving him a look that seemed both angry and resentful. Then she opened her red lips and took Nangong Xiuqi's sticky fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking them delicately, her expression one of intoxication and ecstasy, as if it were a delicacy!
Nangong Xiuqi was aroused by her extremely lewd behavior. He leaned down, lifted Liu Fengzi's two beautiful legs with his hands, and brought her high mons pubis close to his face. He saw that it was already wet and slippery, the fine pubic hair completely soaked and clinging tightly to her white skin, while her two honey lips were still wriggling, constantly secreting strands of fluid.
Nangong Xiuqi couldn't resist lowering his head again, sticking out his tongue and licking the delicate clitoris above the clam's mouth. Liu Fengzi's body trembled, and she let out a series of intoxicating moans.
Nangong Xiuqi lightly licked her lips, his tongue, with its perfect balance of softness and firmness, darting into the layers of the clam's mouth like a venomous dragon. At first, it went in quite smoothly, but as his tongue went deeper and deeper, the resistance he encountered increased. Previously, even his fingers had difficulty moving forward, let alone this soft tongue. Nangong Xiuqi simply gave up on continuing to go deeper, and instead used his tongue to lightly sweep up and down, left and right, near the entrance. Suddenly, Nangong Xiuqi felt his tongue touch a soft yet firm clitoris, and at the same time, he felt Liu Fengzi's body tremble violently, as if she had encountered an extremely intense stimulation. Nangong Xiuqi knew he had touched Liu Fengzi's sensitive spot. Her sensitive spot was different from ordinary people's; normally it was hidden deep within her vulva, untouchable when she wasn't aroused. But as her desire grew, the sensitive spot gradually sank, and at her climax, it could even slip out of the vulva. At this moment, the sensitive spot was already quite a distance from the vulva's opening; clearly, she was about to reach climax. Therefore, Nangong Xiuqi teased her even more vigorously.
Liu Fengzi's panting grew heavier, the tingling sensation in her honeyed orifice making her unable to resist. The rough tongue of Nangong Xiuqi swept over her like a thousand ants crawling across her skin, a sensation both pleasurable and unbearable. Her body writhed uncontrollably, her temperature rising until it was burning hot, and her mind began to wander. Just then, her most sensitive spot was captured, and with Nangong Xiuqi's forceful sucking and gentle biting, her desire was pushed to its peak. Her honeyed orifice contracted suddenly, and a large amount of nectar gushed out, not only covering Nangong Xiuqi's face but also splashing a few drops onto the curtain.
Nangong Xiuqi didn't wipe the nectar from his face, but instead grinned and approached Liu Fengzi, saying, "Good sister-in-law, did Qi'er serve you well?"
Liu Fengzi, in the throes of orgasm, had no strength to answer him. However, the expression on her face said it all! Nangong Xiuqi chuckled, "Good sister-in-law, you've done your part. Now it's my turn." With that, he quickly stripped off his lower garments, revealing his already erect penis.
"Ah!" Just as Nangong Xiuqi was about to mount her, Liu Fengzi suddenly screamed, startling him. He thought the curtain had been lifted, revealing their intimate moment, and hurriedly turned around, only to find it still tightly closed.
"What's wrong?" Nangong Xiuqi asked, turning back in confusion.
"That…" Liu Fengzi weakly raised her arm, pointing at his naked lower body, her expression one of horror!
Nangong Xiuqi's gaze followed her finger to his own genitals, and he was immediately startled. His penis, as always, stood erect, veins bulging, but unlike before, both its length and girth had increased significantly. Especially the glans, which used to be barely larger than a pigeon's egg, was now the size of a chicken egg—a truly horrifying sight!
After a brief moment of surprise, Nangong Xiuqi realized that this must be the result of his previous Blood Spirit Summoning practice in the palace. Overjoyed, he laughed loudly, "It really works! It really works!"
Liu Fengzi asked, puzzled, "What do
you mean, 'it really works'?" "Hehe, sister-in-law, don't ask. Just tell me if you like me like this now?" With that, Nangong Xiuqi defiantly waved his large penis in front of her.
"Like what? It's so big, I'm so scared!" Liu Fengzi feigned weakness and timidity. However, while she felt a touch of fear, she was mostly filled with surprise and excitement. After all, she was a mature woman, and seeing her lover's treasure become so enormous filled her with both joy and fear. Imagining that this massive thing would soon penetrate her flower chamber, her honeyed depths twitched inexplicably, and Liu Fengzi felt another wave of intoxication!
Seeing his usually bold and capable sister-in-law act like a delicate and weak woman in front of him, Nangong Xiuqi felt his lust burning even more. He let out a low growl, picked up Liu Fengzi's two beautiful legs, and was about to mount her and ride her. However, at this moment, two knocking sounds came from the carriage wall. Then he heard Ding Ling, Liu Fengzi's trusted guard, say, "Madam, we have arrived at the manor!"
Upon hearing this, the two people in the carriage were flustered and hurriedly pulled up their trousers and straightened their clothes. It took them a while to finish. At this moment, Liu Fengzi, while brushing her hair aside, looked at the dejected Nangong Xiuqi and chuckled, "I thought you were so brave! Turns out
you can't handle things this easily!" Nangong Xiuqi rolled his eyes in annoyance and said, "Sister-in-law, stop with the sarcastic remarks. You had your fun, but I'm still feeling unwell."
"You little devil, complaining about your sister-in-law's arrival?" Liu Fengzi said, feigning anger.
Although she was feigning anger, she naturally revealed a bit of her usual authority, which made Nangong Xiuqi quickly smile and say, "Who would dare complain about sister-in-law? It's just... it's just that I really do feel quite uncomfortable here."
Liu Fengzi chuckled and glared at him, saying, "Look at you, so pathetic. Alright, help your sister-in-law up." As she spoke, she lazily stretched out her slender, jade-like arm.
Nangong Xiuqi jumped off the carriage first, then turned back to help Liu Fengzi down. She lifted her skirt with one hand and placed the other on Nangong Xiuqi's hand as she jumped down. However, just as she landed, Liu Fengzi pretended to be unsteady on her feet, stumbling and almost falling. Seeing this, Nangong Xiuqi hurriedly caught her. In that instant, Liu Fengzi whispered in his ear, "Come to my sister-in-law's place tonight, and I'll savor your precious treasure." After saying this, she broke free from Nangong Xiuqi's embrace, gave him a charming smile, and then gracefully returned to her residence with her trusted confidantes, Linglong Shuangjiao.
Nangong Xiuqi was so captivated by his alluring sister-in-law that he was momentarily disoriented. When he came to his senses, he remembered that he had an appointment with Princess Baoyue that evening and certainly couldn't continue the unfinished pleasure from the carriage. He hurriedly wanted to tell her, but found she was already far away, so he shook his head and had to give up.
"Hey, isn't this Third Brother? How was your first time in court?"
Nangong Xiuqi was about to return to his Yixiang Pavilion when he heard a sarcastic voice beside him. Without turning around, he knew it was his Second Brother, Nangong Xiuzhi. He couldn't help but feel annoyed and wanted to tease him. So he laughed and said, "It's Second Brother—let me tell you, it felt absolutely wonderful! Just imagine, standing in the court with all the civil and military officials, meeting the Emperor, that feeling... hehe, I won't say anymore..." With that, he waved and strode away.
Watching his laughing figure disappear into the distance, Nangong Xiuzhi gritted his teeth and said, "Pah, don't be so smug, let's see who laughs last!"
Although he didn't see Nangong Xiuzhi's expression, Nangong Xiuqi guessed that he must be filled with jealousy, envy, and even exasperation! Feeling immensely pleased, he hummed a little tune as he walked towards his Yixiang Pavilion.
As they passed through the garden, the gardener, Old Man Liu, suddenly sprang out from the flowerbeds and knelt before Nangong Xiuqi, startling him. Upon recognizing Old Man Liu, Nangong Xiuqi was instantly enraged. He kicked him to the ground, yelling, "You old bastard, always popping up like this without a sound! Are you trying to scare me to death?!"
"Don't hit my father!" a clear, yet frightened voice called out.
Nangong Xiuqi looked up and saw it was Xiaoqing. She rushed to Old Man Liu, anxiously asking, "Father, Father, how are you?" She glared at Nangong Xiuqi with hatred as she called out.
"I...I'm fine..." Old Man Liu waved to Xiaoqing, then knelt down again, saying, "Young Master, I'm sorry. I'm just a country bumpkin, ignorant of etiquette, and I've disturbed you. I deserve to die!" He then kowtowed three times to Nangong Xiuqi.
Nangong Xiuqi was still furious, but when he saw Xiaoqing, he remembered that she had come to serve him. His attention immediately focused on her. She was dressed in a light green robe with a pink silk sash, appearing delicate and frail, but her face showed a mixture of hatred and other inexplicable emotions, making it difficult to guess what she was thinking.
"Xiaoqing, kneel down before the young master!" Old Liu urged, tugging at Xiaoqing's sleeve.
Xiaoqing seemed reluctant, hesitating for a long time before finally kneeling down after being urged reprimanded by Old Liu. Nangong Xiuqi watched them with interest for a while, then slowly said, "It seems your daughter isn't very willing to serve me? In that case, I won't force her. Go back to where you came from."
"No, young master!" Old Liu grabbed Nangong Xiuqi's leg and pleaded, "My daughter is willing to serve you, very willing! Please don't send her away!"
Nangong Xiuqi crossed his arms, stroking his chin with one hand, and said calmly, "Is that so? But I can't see any sign of her willingness at all!"
"Xiao Qing, quick, tell the young master you're willing!" Old Liu urged Xiao Qing anxiously.
"I...I'm willing," Xiao Qing's voice was barely audible.
In fact, Xiaoqing was also afraid—afraid that Nangong Xiuqi would abandon her and kick her out of the manor. She knew she was already this playboy's woman, and if he didn't want her, her future would be miserable. The fact that he had raped her in the street yesterday was already common knowledge, which meant she would never be able to find a good family, and even marrying into an ordinary family as a concubine was unlikely. Furthermore, traditional thinking had deeply ingrained her belief in lifelong fidelity; she believed that since she had given her body to him, she belonged to him entirely. However, her girlish shyness and Nangong Xiuqi's brutal and frivolous nature prevented her from readily uttering the words "I do."
"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly!"
Xiaoqing's pretty face flushed red, her pearly teeth biting her lip tightly. Finally, as if she had made a great decision, she closed her eyes and shouted, "I'm willing!"
"Hmm!" Nangong Xiuqi nodded in satisfaction, but he didn't intend to let Xiaoqing go so easily. He revealed a wicked smile and said, "But just talking isn't enough. I need to see your actions."
"Actions?" Xiaoqing looked blank, not understanding what he meant.
"Haha, I'm feeling uncomfortable right now. Let's see if you can make it comfortable and relieve its discomfort." As he spoke, Nangong Xiuqi lifted his brocade robe and pointed to his bulging genitals.
"You..." Xiaoqing was filled with shame and indignation. She didn't expect Nangong Xiuqi to be so shameless, asking her to satisfy his lust in broad daylight, in front of her father.
Old Liu was also stunned. Immediately, his withered old face turned purplish-red. He shakily got up and said to Xiaoqing, "Xiaoqing, you are now the young master's woman. You will do whatever the young master tells you to do." After saying that, he said to Nangong Xiuqi, "Young master, then I will take my leave!"
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Nangong Xiuqi said sarcastically, "Isn't it a pleasure for you, as the father, to watch how your daughter serves men? Haha!"
Hearing this, Old Man Liu stood there motionless as if he had been frozen in place, his body trembling uncontrollably and his lips twitching slightly. Xiaoqing's pretty face changed color, and she collapsed to the ground.
"What? You don't want to? Then it seems that what you said earlier was all a lie."
"No, no, what my daughter said is true. Please, please don't send my daughter out of the manor." Old Man Liu knelt down again with a "thump," pleading with tears streaming down his face.
Nangong Xiuqi remained unmoved. He didn't even glance at Old Liu, but stared intently at Xiaoqing, chuckling coldly, "How about it? Now it's up to you, but this young master doesn't have much patience."
Xiaoqing trembled. She looked at her father, who was pleading desperately, and then glanced at Nangong Xiuqi's cold expression. Her heart grew colder and colder. She knew that she only had two paths before her: one was to obediently obey Nangong Xiuqi, please him in front of her father, and satisfy his lust; the other was to angrily turn back. But where could she go after returning? Not to mention whether Nangong Xiuqi would let her family go, even if he did, how would she live her life afterward?
Thinking of this, Xiaoqing gave in. She slowly straightened up, still kneeling there, her hands trembling as she reached for Nangong Xiuqi's crotch. Even though there were still pants between them, she could still feel the intense heat and hardness there.
Xiaoqing was terrified, but more than anything, she felt utterly ashamed and humiliated. To willingly use any means to please a man was already nearly impossible, but to do it in broad daylight, in front of her own father, was utterly humiliating. She wished she could die immediately to escape this boundless disgrace.
However, death was easier said than done, and few could truly face it, especially the underage Xiaoqing. So, despite her unbearable shame, she obeyed Nangong Xiuqi's will and tried her best to serve him. However, Xiaoqing had absolutely no experience; how could she possibly know how to please a man? Her small hands mechanically and stiffly caressed Nangong Xiuqi's groin, leaving him feeling utterly uncomfortable.
Nangong Xiuqi frowned, but he knew that Xiaoqing was still a naive young girl, far less experienced and skilled at serving men than Zixin. He was currently feeling uneasy due to the unreleased desire from Liu Fengzi's earlier teasing, so he didn't have the patience to slowly instruct Xiaoqing on how to serve him. He directly ordered, "Stop touching me! Take off your clothes first!"
Although she had expected this, Xiaoqing still couldn't let go. She kowtowed several times to Nangong Xiuqi, crying, "Young Master, I beg you, please let my father leave, or we can go somewhere else, anything... Waaah..."
Xiaoqing cried pitifully, her face streaked with tears. However, Nangong Xiuqi was not the kind of person with a kind heart or a tender heart. He said coldly, "Take it off when I tell you to, don't make me repeat myself." Without waiting for Xiaoqing to finish, he began to undress himself.
This place was located in a corner of a small garden, a rather secluded spot. Only Old Man Liu usually managed it, so few people passed by. Moreover, the surrounding trees were lush, flowers bloomed, and the ground was covered in green grass. Nangong Xiuqi could indulge in pleasure here without worrying about being discovered or reported to his father, especially with the highly skilled Fusheng protecting him.
Xiaoqing trembled as she removed her outer clothes, leaving only her undergarments and bodice. Her face flushed red, she crossed her arms over her chest, her head almost level with her breasts. Old Man Liu, standing beside her, was also trembling slightly, his lips twitching, almost kneeling on the ground.
At this moment, Nangong Xiuqi had already unbuckled his belt, pulling his outer trousers and undergarments down to his knees. With a low growl, he pounced on Xiaoqing on the soft grass, tearing at her clothes with all his might. In no time, Xiaoqing's undergarments were reduced to strips and pieces scattered everywhere. Her
smooth skin, small breasts, rosy nipples, and sparse pubic hair ignited Nangong Xiuqi's lust, causing it to surge like a flame doused with oil. He breathed heavily, kissing Xiaoqing's delicate eyebrows, nose, and red lips, his kisses tracing down her smooth neck until they finally stopped between her breasts.
Compared to Liu Fengzi's, this place, though not as deep or soft, was incredibly smooth, like white porcelain. Nangong Xiuqi lingered there, his lust raging as he sucked, licked, and nibbled at it. At the same time, his hands roughly kneaded the small, tender breasts, the delicate flesh constantly changing shape in his palms. His thumb and forefinger tightly pinched and rubbed the bright red buds on Xiaoqing's nipples, as if only in this way could he express his burning desire.
How could Xiaoqing's delicate skin withstand such torment? Soon, bruises appeared everywhere. Xiaoqing's delicate brows furrowed in pain, but she dared not cry out, for she feared her father would hear and be even more heartbroken. So she bit her lip tightly, not allowing herself to make a sound.
After a period of rough, passionate kissing and kneading, Nangong Xiuqi felt his lower body grow increasingly hard and painfully engorged. He climbed off Xiaoqing, knelt on the grass between her legs, and, with one hand supporting his member and the other lifting her buttocks, prepared to conquer her. But at that moment, Nangong Xiuqi was astonished to find that his member was not only longer and thicker than before, but also covered with fleshy lumps the size of soybeans, a truly horrifying sight! This greatly surprised him, and he froze, staring blankly at his member.
Xiaoqing closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as she waited for that moment, but after a long while, no tearing pain came. Feeling puzzled, she opened her eyes a crack and peeked at Nangong Xiuqi.
It would have been better if she hadn't looked. What she saw nearly made Xiaoqing faint. Nangong Xiuqi's penis was utterly terrifying to her. The thick, long shaft covered in fleshy bumps, the enormous, egg-shaped glans—it was completely different from the one she'd seen yesterday. Not only was it bigger and thicker, but its appearance had also drastically changed. Xiaoqing was horrified. Yesterday had already caused her immense pain; her area was still red and swollen, the torn wound still oozing blood. If she were to be ravaged by this monstrous creature again today, how could she possibly survive?
After pondering for a while, Nangong Xiuqi suddenly burst into laughter, saying smugly, "I never expected this! This Blood Spirit Manual is indeed a miraculous book, hahaha..."
With a triumphant laugh, Nangong Xiuqi forcefully spread Xiaoqing's legs, making them almost completely open, exposing her private parts. The sparse pubic hair appeared somewhat messy, and her pink mound was swollen high, like a steamed bun. The vulva in the middle was narrow and elongated, with a slit about the width of a finger, revealing the tender flesh inside. Below the vulva was a shocking wound; the blood had not yet congealed, and the streaks of blood were clearly visible.
The alluring valley, with its tragic beauty, made Nangong Xiuqi's blood boil. He arched his back, his enormous penis pressing against Xiaoqing's slightly open vulva, and with power in his waist, he thrust forward forcefully.
Chapter Two ◆ Danger on the Rendezvous
"Ugh!" Xiaoqing desperately tried to suppress her cries, but a tearing pain still made her let out a muffled groan. She felt as if her stomach had been pierced. The
unhealed wound was torn open again. When Nangong Xiuqi's thick penis was completely buried inside her, it was already a patch of bright red blood. Xiaoqing could no longer endure it. She let out a shrill scream, and her body began to spasm. All the muscles in her body became extremely tense due to the intense pain, including her private parts. This made Nangong Xiuqi feel very comfortable, as if a soft hand was tightly gripping his precious pestle, giving him great stimulation.
However, his penis was obviously too large for Xiaoqing, and it was covered with fleshy bumps. Therefore, Nangong Xiuqi found it very difficult to thrust in and out, so he paused for a moment, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of being tightly enveloped.
The thick penis stretched the two tender lips of the clam until they were as thin as paper, clearly stretched to their limit, and could burst at any moment. This made Old Liu, who was standing to the side, feel his heart leap into his throat. He wanted to howl, he wanted to beg, but his lips moved but no words came out.
After a while, Nangong Xiuqi, immersed in pleasure, began to thrust with twice the force he usually used during sex. With each thrust, a stream of bright red blood flowed from deep within the jade clam, sliding down her snow-white thighs, looking particularly shocking.
Nangong Xiuqi's thrusting speed continued to increase, his penis piercing her body again and again like a sharp sword, each time accompanied by a spurt of blood. At the same time, Xiaoqing's body swayed, her breasts bouncing up and down, creating a wave of alluring flesh.
At this moment, Xiaoqing could no longer moan softly as before, but instead let out continuous painful screams, though the sounds grew softer and softer
. Gradually, she felt as if her body no longer belonged to her; the pain in her lower body subsided, and she felt light and airy, as if she might float away at any moment. Seeing Xiaoqing's near-death state, Nangong Xiuqi showed no mercy. He continued to thrust his hips rapidly, each thrust plunging his penis completely into her honeyed orifice. His testicles repeatedly slammed against Xiaoqing's snowy buttocks during the high-speed thrusts, producing a lascivious "slap slap" sound.
Intoxicating pleasure gradually condensed, spreading from his pubic bone throughout his body, then flowing back down to his navel. And so it went on for an unknown amount of time. When Nangong Xiuqi suddenly let out a tiger's roar and ejaculated all his essence, Xiaoqing had already completely lost consciousness. Her lower body was a mess; her tender mons pubis was swollen and red, like a towering hill. The deep stream flowing below it was no longer clear and gurgling, but a murky liquid mixed with bright red and milky white. It slowly flowed down Xiaoqing's fair thighs, then dripped onto the lush green grass, emitting a desolate and beautiful glow under the sunlight.
"Young master, please save my daughter! She's dying!" Old Liu, seeing Xiaoqing already unconscious, didn't care that she was still naked. He scrambled to her side, holding her head and pleading desperately.
Nangong Xiuqi glanced at Xiaoqing. Her face was as white as paper, her eyes tightly closed, and she was barely breathing. Her fair skin was covered in bruises, and her lower body was ripped open with a three-inch-long gash, blood gushing out and staining the grass crimson.
Nangong Xiuqi was startled. He hadn't expected his now-mutated penis to cause such damage to Xiaoqing. Even when he deflowered her at the restaurant yesterday, she hadn't bled this much. Although he didn't care about Xiaoqing's life, he didn't want her to die so soon; he hadn't had enough fun yet. So he lazily said, "Fusheng, take her to Physician Jin. Have him give her the best medicine to help her recover quickly."
"Yes, young master!" Fusheng appeared like a ghost, picked up Xiaoqing, and disappeared in a few leaps.
"Thank you, young master..." Old Liu wept uncontrollably.
"Alright, alright, you can leave now." Nangong Xiuqi was annoyed.
"Yes, yes, I'll take my leave."
Only Nangong Xiuqi remained in the small garden. He lay back on the lawn, hands behind his head, eyes closed contentedly in the midday sun. The release he had just experienced didn't leave him feeling tired at all; instead, it gave him a refreshing feeling, quite different from the feeling after his previous sexual encounters. Nangong Xiuqi knew this must be thanks to the Blood Spirit Summoning technique; otherwise, such a change wouldn't have occurred.
Thinking this, Nangong Xiuqi excitedly sat up, took out the Blood Spirit Manual from his robes, and then sat cross-legged, spreading the manual out on the grass in front of him. He first silently recited the incantation for the second level of Blood Spirit Summoning. Being intelligent, he memorized the nearly one hundred-word incantation after reciting it three times. Then he closed his eyes, relaxed his whole body, and soon entered a state of complete absorption.
As with his previous cultivation, an inexplicable energy surged towards him from all directions. However, unlike his previous experience in the palace, this energy was significantly weaker. The energy flowed like fine threads from various parts of his body towards his brain, gradually forming a powerful will.
However, Nangong Xiuqi felt that while this will was strong, it hadn't improved much compared to his first experience in the palace. So, following the instructions, he used the powerful will formed in his mind to draw energy from the surrounding world, creating a cycle.
After a while, Nangong Xiuqi found that this didn't have much effect; the surrounding energy flowed slightly faster, but it was still far less intense than in the palace.
Although the energy was small, it still flowed continuously into his body, converging in his brain. His brainwaves gradually strengthened, causing him to completely forget everything around him. Nangong Xiuqi felt as if he were walking in boundless darkness, but instead of fear or tension, he felt a sense of peace and tranquility.
As he ventured deeper into the boundless darkness, Nangong Xiuqi felt a powerful spiritual force coursing through him, which he continuously absorbed. Suddenly, he noticed a faint red light appearing in the darkness ahead. As he ventured further in, the light grew brighter, and gradually, he discerned it as a cloud-like or mist-like object, radiating a red glow like a full moon.
Nangong Xiuqi was greatly intrigued, thinking, "What is this? It looks like the sun, yet also like the moon. Could it be some kind of treasure?"
Thinking this, he quickened his pace towards the object, wanting to get closer to see it for himself. However, although the object seemed only a few steps away, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach it. It was as if it moved with him, stopped with him, sped up with him, and slowed down with him.
After walking for a while, Nangong Xiuqi became increasingly annoyed, unable to reach the red object. The energy absorbed into his body filled his limbs and bones, and he was eager to vent it. Without thinking, he instinctively shouted and swung his palm at the red object. Instantly, Nangong Xiuqi saw a purple light shoot out from his palm, rushing straight towards the red object.
"Snap!" With a crisp sound, the red object suddenly exploded, emitting a dazzling, brilliant light that not only completely dispelled the surrounding darkness but also made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.
Nangong Xiuqi covered his eyes with his hand, squinting as he struggled to make out that the originally round object had transformed into a much larger, irregular, and constantly changing shape. This object continuously emitted an even more dazzling red light, looking extremely eerie.
Nangong Xiuqi was very surprised, partly because he was surprised that his palm was emitting a purple light, and partly because he was puzzled as to what kind of monster this red object was, that it was so strange.
Just as he was wondering, something even stranger happened. Nangong Xiuqi heard a faint, almost inaudible voice coming from the air, so much so that he had to strain his ears to make out that the voice said "Master."
"Master? Who is it calling master?" Nangong Xiuqi looked around in confusion. Everything around him was a crimson expanse, and beyond that was darkness. There was no one else in sight except for him.
"You...you are my master." As if sensing Nangong Xiuqi's thoughts, a soft voice came from the air once more.
"Me? Are you talking to me?" Nangong Xiuqi blurted out.
"Of course. In this Blood Spirit Void, could there be anyone else besides my master?"
"Blood Spirit Void?" Nangong Xiuqi murmured to himself, then suddenly a thought struck him. He knew that he was currently practicing the Blood Spirit Summoning technique, a demonic art. According to the manual, he could summon a beast upon reaching the second level. Could this be his summoned beast? Thinking of this, Nangong Xiuqi said loudly, "Since you call me master, then you must be my summoned beast, so hurry up and show yourself!"
"I have already shown myself, but I am not a summoned beast yet, at most I can only be considered a summoned object."
Hearing this faint voice, Nangong Xiuqi suddenly realized and pointed to the constantly changing red object, saying, "So it was you speaking!"
"Yes, it is me!" The almost inaudible voice sounded again: "Now please grant me form, master, so that I may become a true summoned beast."
Hearing this, Nangong Xiuqi couldn't help but be taken aback, "Please grant me form? Does that mean I can make you into whatever I want?"
"Hehe, yes, master, but you can only become an animal, not a human, and once you become one, you can't change back, so master, you should think it over."
"So that's how it is, hmm..." Nangong Xiuqi pondered for a moment and said, "Then you can become a tiger, the king of beasts, hehe, how majestic!"
"Okay, master, I..."
"Hey, wait a minute, tigers are majestic, but they can't fly. Why not transform into a bird of prey?"
"Hehe, Master, you can fly even as a tiger!"
"Really?" Nangong Xiuqi exclaimed happily, "Then transform into a tiger!"
"Yes!" As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of red mist rose, and the irregular red object slowly transformed into a huge, exceptionally strong tiger. However, this tiger still radiated a red glow all over its body, completely obscuring its original fur color. From a distance, it looked like a tiger covered in red fur.
Nangong Xiuqi, seeing this for the first time, couldn't help but marvel. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the red tiger wagging its tail and walking towards him, looking quite adorable! When it came to him, the red tiger stuck out its tongue and licked his hand in a flattering manner, then obediently lay down beside him.
"Haha, seeing you're all red, I'll call you Red Tiger from now on." Nangong Xiuqi laughed heartily, then tried to lead Red Tiger forward, but suddenly felt a powerful energy ahead, preventing him from moving even half a step, and his body couldn't absorb it either. This caused Nangong Xiuqi to feel a tightness in his chest, and at the same time, his brain became dizzy. His body seemed to lift off the ground, floating away, not knowing where he was...
He didn't know how much time had passed. Nangong Xiuqi slowly opened his eyes and saw that the surroundings were full of red flowers and green willows, and the setting sun on the horizon was like blood. A sliver of the setting sun cast a long shadow of him, and it was already dusk.
Nangong Xiuqi muttered to himself in surprise, "Wow, I didn't expect to practice for a whole afternoon like this, but I don't feel like it's been that long."
With that, Nangong Xiuqi put away the manual, stood up, patted his buttocks, and thought to himself, "I wonder how effective this practice is after so long? I might as well try it out while no one's around..." Thinking this, Nangong Xiuqi immediately took off his pants, revealing his penis, as large and menacing as before, exuding a strong masculine aura. Nangong Xiuqi smiled with satisfaction. Actually, in terms of size, he already felt it was enough; any larger and it would be disproportionate to his physique. The reason Nangong Xiuqi continued to practice Blood Spirit Summoning was because he wanted to reach the level of free control described in the manual.
Nangong Xiuqi silently recited an incantation, and sure enough, the thick, menacing-looking pestle began to slowly shrink, its uneven surface gradually becoming smooth. After a while, the pestle between his legs finally returned to its shape before he practiced Blood Spirit Summoning, showing no signs of change.
Seeing that he could freely control the size of his member, Nangong Xiuqi was both surprised and delighted. He secretly praised Blood Spirit Summoning as a superior demonic art; it had already achieved such effects after only two practices. Once he fully mastered it, wouldn't he be able to make it take any shape he wanted? Thinking of this, Nangong Xiuqi couldn't help but laugh triumphantly.
Then, Nangong Xiuqi used his power to restore the pestle to its thick, ferocious state. His demonic cultivation was still shallow, and after repeatedly changing it like this for a while, he felt a little tired. So he wiped the sweat from his forehead, straightened his clothes, and returned to Yixiang Tower.
There were already maids there who had prepared wine and food for him. After eating and drinking his fill, Nangong Xiuqi said to one of the maids, "Young Master Nangong is a little tired. I won't go to the Ancestor's place. Please inform her for me."
"Yes, Young Master!" The maid bowed slightly.
Nangong Xiuqi returned upstairs, lay down on the pear wood bed, and fell into a deep sleep. He didn't get up until the second watch of the night, around 3:30 PM. He dared not neglect his appointment with the princess at 5:00 PM, so he didn't sleep soundly. Although he knew that the place where the princess was to meet him, Zhenghua Gate, was not too far away, and that it would only take a little over a quarter of an hour to get there on horseback, he still set off two quarters of an hour early for the appointment.
He didn't let Fusheng follow him, because he knew it would be useless. The princess might not allow him to enter the palace, and more importantly, Nangong Xiuqi felt that when he saw the princess, he wouldn't be able to maintain his young master's arrogance, let alone preserve his basic dignity. He didn't want a servant to see him in such a pathetic state.
Zhenghua Gate was located on the west side of the palace. There were neither bustling commercial districts nor residential areas with smoke rising from chimneys. There was only a wide official road paved with bluestone leading directly to the west gate of Jing'an City. It was usually deserted during the day, and now at night, there wasn't a soul in sight. It was so quiet that you could clearly hear a pin drop.
Nangong Xiuqi rode his horse straight here, but when he was still a hundred paces away from Zhenghua Gate, he dismounted. It was too quiet here. If he rode here openly, he would definitely be spotted by the soldiers guarding the city wall. Moreover, this was a forbidden area of the imperial palace, and ordinary people were not allowed to approach it. In addition, it was pitch black at night. If the soldiers found him loitering under the city gate, he would definitely be arrested as someone with ulterior motives.
As the last line of defense within the palace, the city wall was tall and thick. The semi-circular Zhenghua Gate was tightly closed, with two large, bright orange lanterns hanging from its high gate tower. A night breeze blew by, causing the lanterns to sway from side to side, casting shifting shadows and adding to the eerie atmosphere, sending chills down one's spine.
"Damn it, what kind of place is this? It's so gloomy and terrifying!" Nangong Xiuqi muttered under his breath, cautiously making his way to a sheltered spot beneath the city gate.
Unbeknownst to Nangong Xiuqi, not far inside Zhenghua Gate lay the Cold Palace, where many concubines who had committed offenses were imprisoned. These women, who had once enjoyed wealth and luxury, were suddenly thrust from paradise into this hellish Cold Palace. Most could not accept it, some going mad, others dying. Thus, the place was filled with resentment, and its remote location and sparse population meant that the yang energy was lacking, making it appear so sinister.
The night watchman's drum hadn't sounded yet, and Nangong Xiuqi was getting anxious. He wondered if the person the princess had sent to fetch him would arrive on time. He figured that given the princess's status, a little lateness wouldn't be surprising, and he was prepared to wait a little longer. Nangong Xiuqi's biggest worry was that Princess Baoyue had only said it casually and had no real intention of taking him to the palace. If that were the case, while he could temporarily escape the princess's punishment, he would have to wait here all night.
Thinking this, Nangong Xiuqi's anxiety intensified. He secretly cursed Princess Baoyue and lamented his bad luck. He'd encountered such a jinx on his first visit to the palace, and to make matters worse, he'd made an indecent gesture in front of her, giving her leverage over him, leaving him like a subservient grandson.
"Bang bang..." A few crisp drumbeats came from afar, indicating that the night watchman's drum had sounded. Nangong Xiuqi subconsciously looked around, but all he could see was darkness; there wasn't a soul in sight.
Nangong Xiuqi sat on the ground, feeling both depressed and helpless. Although it was early autumn, the night air was still quite cold, and the wind was strong, making it extremely uncomfortable. With no other option, Nangong Xiuqi huddled in a corner of the city gate, looking like a homeless vagrant, his appearance utterly pathetic.
As he endured the biting cold and cursed Princess Baoyue, a sudden, inexplicable chill rose in his heart. Although the night was cold and windy, he was certain this chill didn't originate physically, but rather came from some unknown corner, directly into his soul.
"Who's there?" Nangong Xiuqi instinctively stood up, warily scanning his surroundings.
"Giggle..." A sudden burst of laughter rang out from the darkness, startling the owls perched on the branches, causing them to flap their wings and flutter up, rustling the leaves.
The laughter was clear and sweet; normally, it wouldn't frighten one but rather be a pleasure. However, it was late at night, and the surrounding environment was eerie and terrifying. The laughter, combined with the shadows cast by the swaying trees and the piercing hooting of the owls, sent chills down one's spine.
Nangong Xiuqi was filled with suspicion and uncertainty. He didn't know if the person was friend or foe, nor was he sure if it was someone the princess had sent to escort him to the palace. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a rustling sound from the city wall, followed by a shout: "Who's there? Who's making a fuss down there?"
"Damn it! The soldiers have discovered us. What should we do now?" Nangong Xiuqi inwardly groaned, torn between staying or fleeing.
As he hesitated, flames lit up the city wall. Countless torches were lit from above the city gate, illuminating the area within a hundred paces as bright as day.
In this environment, the mysterious figure who had left Nangong Xiuqi unable to distinguish friend from foe was now exposed. She stood not far away, dressed in black, with a slender figure, but her face was veiled in black, revealing only a pair of gleaming almond-shaped eyes that were fixed on Nangong Xiuqi, completely ignoring the loud shouts of the soldiers on the city wall.
At this moment, Nangong Xiuqi was no longer as composed as she was. Hearing the approaching footsteps from inside the city gate, he could no longer stand there indifferently. He felt it was best to leave first. He could explain the princess's promise another day, but if he were caught by the soldiers, he would have a hard time explaining why he was hiding under the city gate in the middle of the night.
Thinking this, Nangong Xiuqi no longer cared whether the mysterious woman in black was friend or foe. He turned and galloped towards his mount, a steed capable of traveling a thousand miles. Once mounted, even the soldiers on horseback would have difficulty catching up.
However, before he could run ten steps, he heard a sharp shout from behind: "Trying to run? I told you, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will find you."
Hearing such a familiar voice, Nangong Xiuqi finally realized that this masked woman was actually Ying Xuelian from the Tiantong Sect. He was immediately terrified. He had already witnessed her methods last time; she could kill without leaving a trace. He was no match for her, and Fusheng was not by his side. He was so anxious that he almost vomited blood.
Nangong Xiuqi dared not turn around. At this moment, he only wished that his parents had given him two more legs. Just when he was only a few steps away from his mount, the situation from yesterday happened again. Nangong Xiuqi felt a sudden tightness around his neck, as if he had been suddenly caught by an invisible transparent rope. His neck felt like it was about to break, and he almost suffocated. He couldn't even shout "Help!" before being pulled off the ground and flying backward at high speed.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Nangong Xiuqi had no time to think. He only felt his vision go black, and his throat was in excruciating pain. He could clearly hear the bones in his throat making a creaking sound as they were being strangled. At the same time, his consciousness began to blur, and his vision gradually darkened.
"It's over! I'm going to die!" Nangong Xiuqi lamented inwardly.
Just as Nangong Xiuqi was about to lose consciousness, he felt a heavy blow to his buttocks, followed by a release in his neck. A large amount of fresh air rushed into his mouth and nose, reaching his brain and reviving him. He realized that he had fallen from mid-air.
"Ouch..." Nangong Xiuqi grimaced in pain and struggled to get up for a long time without success.
"Hmph, what a useless spoiled brat."
A delicate but cold voice entered Nangong Xiuqi's ears, startling him. He quickly turned around and saw Ying Xuelian with her arms crossed, staring at him with contempt in her beautiful eyes, as if she were looking at a pile of mud.
Nangong Xiuqi was terrified, ignoring the throbbing pain in his buttocks. He scrambled to within three feet of Ying Xuelian. He then saw the Zheng Hua Gate open, and a large number of heavily armed soldiers, torches in hand, swarmed out, rushing towards them.
Seeing this, countless thoughts flashed through Nangong Xiuqi's mind. Ultimately, he decided to seek help from the soldiers. While falling into their hands would constitute the crime of sneaking into the Forbidden City at night, it wouldn't warrant death, and as the son of the Marquis of Zhennan, he expected to be alright. However, falling into Ying Xuelian's hands was a different story. She was convinced he had killed their Tian Tong Sect's young master and would surely kill him to avenge him. Thinking of this, Nangong Xiuqi screamed at the top of his lungs, "Help! Help!"
"Do you think those good-for-nothings can save you?"
Ying Xuelian's chilling voice came from behind Nangong Xiuqi, making his heart sink. But he was still unwilling to surrender so easily, so he gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his buttocks that felt like they were about to split in two, and ran wildly. However, before he had run two steps, he felt himself being lifted up by a force, his feet leaving the ground, his body getting higher and higher, and the people chasing him below getting smaller and smaller, until he was so frightened that he closed his eyes and dared not look anymore.
It seemed that relying on those soldiers was completely hopeless. Nangong Xiuqi's heart sank to the bottom, but he did not despair, because he realized that Ying Xuelian would not kill him immediately. If she did, he would have been dead just now, and there was no need for her to carry him to avoid the soldiers' pursuit.
Ying Xuelian's Void Shifting Technique was indeed formidable. Nangong Xiuqi felt the tall trees on both sides rushing past him, the whistling wind whistling past his ears, stinging his cheeks. He
didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly Nangong Xiuqi felt a weight lift from his back, and he plummeted to the ground like a weight, screaming in terror, his cries sounding rather pitiful in the quiet night.
Chapter 3 ◆ The Ghost Mother of the Underworld
With a muffled thud, Nangong Xiuqi landed heavily on the ground. The previous fall had already made his buttocks feel like they were about to split open; this time, he felt dizzy, gasping for breath in pain, unable to even speak.
"Stop playing dead!" Ying Xuelian's cold voice rang out again. "Answer my questions honestly, or I'll make sure you never get up again."
Nangong Xiuqi knew what Ying Xuelian wanted to know—the Blood Spirit Summoning Manual. If it were last night, he would have handed it over without hesitation. But now it was different. He had witnessed the manual's power; it was indeed a treasure. He didn't want to hand it over before he had fully mastered Blood Spirit Summoning. So, pretending not to understand Ying Xuelian's words, he said, "I told you, I didn't kill your so-called young master, I..."
Ying Xuelian interrupted him with a contemptuous expression, "With your own abilities, even ten or a hundred of you wouldn't be a match for our young master. However, you can order others around, like the person who stopped us last night to cover your escape."
The feeling of being wronged was truly unpleasant. Nangong Xiuqi was so frustrated that he almost vomited blood. He knew that no matter what he said now, Ying Xuelian wouldn't believe him, so he simply shut his mouth and didn't defend himself.
Seeing Nangong Xiuqi's expression, Ying Xuelian assumed he was too scared to speak, and felt even more contemptuous. She let out a cold laugh and said, "But you don't need to be afraid. I've already said that as long as you answer my questions honestly, I will let you go, and our Tiantong Sect will no longer pursue the matter of you killing our young master."
Although Nangong Xiuqi knew what she was going to ask, he still pretended to be extremely grateful and said, "Please speak, heroine. I will tell you everything I know."
"Hand over the Blood Spirit Manual."
"The Blood Spirit Manual?" Nangong Xiuqi pretended to think, then suddenly realized, "You mean those words carved on human skin?"
"That's it, where is it?" Ying Xuelian asked urgently.
Nangong Xiuqi had already guessed her intentions and had prepared his response. He certainly wouldn't say he would resolutely refuse; he wanted to save both his life and the manual. So, he devised a delaying tactic, saying, "At my house."
Nangong Xiuqi thought that Ying Xuelian would definitely want him to take her to his house to retrieve the manual, which was exactly what he hoped for. His manor was full of experts; once back at his residence, Nangong Xiuqi was confident he could escape Ying Xuelian's control and even capture her alive. Thinking of this, Nangong Xiuqi felt a surge of inexplicable excitement—an excitement of revenge and torment. He had secretly resolved that once Ying Xuelian was in his hands, he would make her taste the consequences of opposing him.
To his surprise, Ying Xuelian didn't ask him to lead the way back to her residence to retrieve the manual. Instead, she pondered for a moment, then looked him up and down before finally uttering, "Where in your house?"
Nangong Xiuqi felt a chill run down his spine under her gaze. The Blood Spirit Manual was hidden in his inner pocket; Ying Xuelian could easily find it with a careful search. Nangong Xiuqi was terrified she would do that; if she did, he would be doomed. So, when he heard Ying Xuelian's question, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly replied, "It's in the bookshelf in my room."
"Have you seen the manual?" Ying Xuelian asked, her eyes fixed on Nangong Xiuqi.
Nangong Xiuqi's mind raced. He figured if he said he hadn't looked at it, she wouldn't believe him; but if he said he'd read it thoroughly, he'd probably be in serious trouble. So he chose a compromise: "I looked at a little bit, but I wasn't interested, so I just tossed it into the bookshelf."
"Not interested?" Ying Xuelian asked suspiciously. "Do you know what kind of manual it is? How many people dream of getting it?"
Nangong Xiuqi was secretly delighted. Although he knew the Blood Spirit Manual was indeed a treasure, Ying Xuelian's tone suggested it was no ordinary treasure. He'd study it properly after he got away. However, he feigned indifference and said, "It's just a manual for teaching martial arts. I have plenty at home. I don't care about this."
Ying Xuelian believed him completely. She had already done some research and knew that Nangong Xiuqi was a good-for-nothing who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, and hadn't learned a single thing about his family's martial arts. It was clear he wasn't interested in his family's top-tier martial arts, so how could he possibly be interested in a secret
manual of unknown origin? Thinking this, a cold smile appeared on Ying Xuelian's lips. However, because her face was covered by a silk scarf, Nangong Xiuqi couldn't see the murderous intent she harbored. He simply stood up and said, "If you want that manual, I'll take you back to my residence to get it."
"No need!" Ying Xuelian's cold, emotionless voice sent a chill down his spine in the darkness.
Nangong Xiuqi's heart tightened, sensing something amiss, but he still forced a smile and said, "That's true. It's so late. I'll personally deliver it to your sect at dawn. I'll take my leave now."
"Hehe..." Ying Xuelian suddenly burst into laughter, her voice delicate yet slightly shrill, like the hooting of an owl, quite chilling.
"You..."
Want to leave? Fine, I'll see you off. "As she spoke, Ying Xuelian lightly raised her jade-like hand, pointing directly at Nangong Xiuqi.
Nangong Xiuqi was greatly alarmed. He had already sensed the killing intent in Ying Xuelian's laughter, and seeing her jade-like hand pointing directly at him, he was even more terrified. He didn't want to suffer the pain of having his neck tightened by invisible ropes twice before, so he subconsciously dodged to the side, his movements quite agile.
Ying Xuelian missed her target and was slightly surprised, but then she sneered and said, "I was going to give you a quick death and leave you with a complete corpse, but it seems that's not necessary now."
With that, Ying Xuelian flipped her palms, and a thick black gas gushed out from her palms, carrying a nauseating stench, rushing straight at Nangong Xiuqi with incredible speed!
Although Nangong Xiuqi didn't know what kind of demonic art she was using, the stench emanating from afar made him dizzy and realized the power of this demonic art. Knowing he had no strength to resist it, Nangong Xiuqi decided to flee, putting all his strength into running. However, the black, foul-smelling gas relentlessly pursued him.
Nangong Xiuqi dared not look back to see how close the gas was, but the increasingly strong stench made him realize that it was almost upon him. Panic and fear gripped him, and he lost his footing, falling flat on his face.
The more panicked he became, the more chaotic things became. The stench grew stronger and stronger, and Nangong Xiuqi felt his vision blurring and overlapping. He knew he was about to give up, but the instinct for survival kept him going. He turned around, casually pulled a dagger from his boot, and hurled it fiercely at Ying Xuelian.
Although Nangong Xiuqi had no martial arts skills whatsoever, his youth and strength, coupled with the potential that emerged under pressure, made his throw quite powerful. The sharp dagger, gleaming with a cold light, shot towards Ying Xuelian.
"Hmph, a mere grain of rice, yet it shines?" Ying Xuelian sneered, and then the black energy that had been rushing straight at Nangong Xiuqi suddenly changed direction, instantly catching the dagger flying in mid-air.
A moment later, the black gas turned back and approached Nangong Xiuqi again. To his horror, he discovered that the dagger that had been caught in the gas was gone, and a pool of silvery-white liquid had appeared on the bluestone ground. Clearly, the dagger had been melted into water by the black liquid.
Seeing this, Nangong Xiuqi gasped in shock. If a dagger made of fine steel could instantly turn into water, what about his flesh and blood? If it touched him, he would likely be completely submerged. This sight terrified Nangong Xiuqi.
Seeing the black gas about to strike, a sudden inspiration struck Nangong Xiuqi. Although he didn't know how effective it would be, he had no other choice but to try it, even if it seemed hopeless. Thinking this, Nangong Xiuqi suddenly shook his head, trying to dispel the dizziness. He chanted an incantation, and just as the black gas was less than a foot away from him, a bright red light suddenly appeared around him. This red light seemed to have a tangible form, not only hindering the black gas's advance but also appearing to neutralize it, as the black gas at the very front showed signs of fading. At the same time, a massive tiger appeared out of thin air, emitting an even stronger red light that completely dissolved the black gas within three feet of it.
Nangong Xiuqi was both surprised and delighted. He hadn't expected the Blood Spirit Summoning technique to be so powerful, instantly pulling him back from the brink of death. At this moment, Ying Xuelian's expression changed drastically. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She was absolutely certain that Nangong Xiuqi had used the Blood Spirit Summoning technique, proving that his earlier claim of only glancing at the manual before discarding it was a lie. Of course, Ying Xuelian wasn't surprised that Nangong Xiuqi lied to her. What surprised her was how Nangong Xiuqi possessed such skill. Considering the time, he had only obtained the Blood Spirit Manual a day ago; it was impossible for him to have mastered Blood Spirit Summoning to such a level. This greatly astonished Ying Xuelian!
However, although Nangong Xiuqi's Blood Spirit Summoning was incredibly powerful, it wasn't enough to defeat Ying Xuelian. After a brief moment of surprise, she immediately changed her tactics. The foul-smelling black gas vanished instantly, replaced by countless thumb-thick black snakes that slithered towards Nangong Xiuqi.
Ying Xuelian had changed her mind. Previously, she believed Nangong Xiuqi was telling the truth—that the Blood Spirit Manual was hidden in his bookcase—so she thought there was no need to keep him alive. But now, it seemed that what Nangong Xiuqi had said wasn't true, and she still needed him to obtain the Blood Spirit Manual. Therefore, she abandoned her vicious killing method and decided to capture Nangong Xiuqi alive.
However, Nangong Xiuqi didn't immediately understand Ying Xuelian's intention. He thought his Blood Spirit Summoning had easily broken the opponent's vicious demonic art, and his confidence swelled like a balloon. He disregarded the countless black ropes flying towards him, believing that his Blood Spirit Summoning could even defeat the terrifying demonic art that turned steel into water, so these seemingly ordinary black ropes would be no problem at all. Therefore, without thinking, he commanded his summoned beast, Red Tiger, to pounce on the black ropes attacking him.
"Bang!" A loud noise rang out, and Red Tiger transformed into a red light and then disappeared without a trace. At the same time, Nangong Xiuqi felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest by an iron hammer. He was thrown backward dozens of feet like a kite with broken strings, and then fell heavily to the ground.
At this moment, Nangong Xiuqi felt as if his internal organs had shifted, his blood rushed to his head, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. With a "pfft," he spat out a mouthful of blood. Immediately afterward, countless black ropes flew in, binding Nangong Xiuqi tightly like a net.
"You think you can contend with this hall master with your petty tricks? You're truly overestimating yourself." With that, Ying Xuelian floated down to Nangong Xiuqi like a willow catkin, coldly saying, "Speak, where exactly is the Blood Spirit Manual? If you don't tell the truth, this hall master will make you die a very ugly death."
"Hehehe..." As soon as Ying Xuelian finished speaking, a strange laugh, like a broken basket, suddenly rang out in the darkness, making both Nangong Xiuqi and Ying Xuelian's hearts tighten. Neither of them knew whether the newcomer was friend or foe.
"Who?" Ying Xuelian coldly shouted.
"Never mind who I am. I'm just telling you, no one can kill the person the princess wants before they arrive. So if you know what's good for you, leave now, and I won't make things difficult for you."
Upon hearing this, Nangong Xiuqi understood. It seemed Princess Baoyue hadn't forgotten their agreement from earlier that day, and the person she sent to fetch him had finally arrived. Nangong Xiuqi was overjoyed; he was finally spared.
At this moment, in stark contrast to Nangong Xiuqi's feelings was Ying Xuelian. Her face was ashen, and her teeth were clenched. Although she didn't know who the newcomer was, and hadn't even fought him yet, his voice seemed to be right next to her ear, but she couldn't pinpoint his exact location. Compared to him, she had already lost a step.
However, even though she knew she might not be a match for the newcomer, as the head of a hall, how could Ying Xuelian be intimidated by a few words from him? If word got out, not only would she lose her standing in the martial arts world, but she would also lose her position as a hall master within the Heavenly Unification Sect, and might even face punishment from the sect leader. So she shouted, "Who are you? If you have the guts, come out and fight me! What kind of hero are you, sneaking around like this?"
"Sigh!" A soft sigh echoed from the darkness.
"Damn it, why are you sighing? Did I die or something? Hurry up and deal with this bitch! I can't hold on much longer!" Nangong Xiuqi cursed anxiously in his heart.
At this moment, Ying Xuelian held her breath, vigilantly watching her surroundings, not daring to be careless in the slightest. After a while, the voice rang out again in the darkness: "Since that's the case, then take this."
Upon hearing this, Nangong Xiuqi, bound like a dumpling, was overjoyed, while Ying Xuelian was on high alert. She raised her palms to the sky, a thin layer of smoke enveloping her, giving her an ethereal, otherworldly appearance in the night.
However, this was actually a protective barrier erected by Ying Xuelian; even a barrage of arrows would struggle to penetrate it. Ying Xuelian was confident that even a top-tier expert would find it difficult to break through her protective barrier in a single move, and she could immediately counterattack if her opponent revealed themselves.
However, all around remained silent, without the slightest sign of abnormality. Nangong Xiuqi was on the verge of cursing, but Ying Xuelian remained calm. She knew that a duel between experts was like the calm before a storm; the calmer the surface, the greater the storm that would follow.
Nangong Xiuqi was almost at his breaking point. The thumb-thick black rope seemed to have a life of its own, tightening its grip on him until he could barely breathe. Moreover, due to the killing of the Red Tiger, he, as its owner, had also suffered serious injuries, adding to his dizziness and feeling of being unable to continue.
Just then, something seemed to sweep through the air, creating a gust of wind that sent a chill down Nangong Xiuqi's spine. The wind grew stronger, until it whipped up sand and stones, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.
Ying Xuelian remained unmoved; shrouded in a wisp of smoke, not even the hem of her robe fluttered.
Then, suddenly, tiny flames appeared in mid-air, their red and blue hues dazzling and captivating. Upon seeing this, Ying Xuelian's expression changed drastically, and she stammered, "You...you are the Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain?"
"Heh heh...I didn't expect someone as young as you to know my name. But since you know, you should understand that once the Netherworld Ghost Fire is unleashed, there's no going back, right? Take this!" With that, the flames, like a sky full of stars, shot towards Ying Xuelian like meteors.
Ying Xuelian knew the power of the Netherworld Ghost Fire, and knowing her protective barrier wouldn't be able to stop it, she gritted her teeth and raised her power to the maximum. She let out a clear shout, and her palms once again emitted that black gas, even blacker and denser than the gas that had attacked Nangong Xiuqi earlier, with even greater force. It instantly made contact with the Netherworld Ghost Fire. A fierce wind arose, and a stench filled the air. Thick black gas surged and engulfed the flames, seemingly its natural nemesis. This made Nangong Xiuqi, who was standing to the side, secretly anxious, fearing that the newcomer was no match for Ying Xuelian. If that were the case, his life would be over.
However, what offered Nangong Xiuqi some solace was that although the black gas continuously engulfed the flames, the tiny flames emitted by the newcomer seemed endless, surging in like a sky full of stars. Ying Xuelian gradually showed signs of exhaustion; large beads of sweat constantly appeared on her forehead, quickly soaking her silk veil, causing it to cling tightly to her face, revealing her taut muscles and strained expression.
Nangong Xiuqi saw this clearly, and his anxious heart was somewhat relieved. At this moment, the raspy voice from the darkness rang out again: "Alright, I've played enough with you!" After saying that, the countless tiny flames suddenly merged together, transforming into a huge fireball as bright as the sun, illuminating the area within a hundred paces as if it were daytime. Then, with a loud bang, the fireball exploded, not only increasing its brightness dozens of times, but the powerful shockwave also sent Nangong Xiuqi, who was far away from the fireball, flying like an autumn leaf, finally crashing heavily more than twenty paces away from his original position. The powerful impact and the force of the fall caused Nangong Xiuqi to cough up blood profusely. His eyes rolled back,
and he passed out completely… When Nangong Xiuqi slowly awoke, the first thing he saw was a pink gauze curtain, loosely draped around him. A gentle breeze blew by, and it floated like a wisp of cloud, clearly of excellent quality. Beneath him felt something soft; as a wealthy young man, he immediately realized it was the finest velvet, smooth and soft against his skin.
Nangong Xiuqi shook his head violently, trying to regain his senses. Slowly, he recalled what had happened. He remembered being knocked unconscious by the shockwave from a fireball explosion, and how he had coughed up blood several times. Thinking of this, Nangong Xiuqi suddenly realized with a start, quickly sitting up, touching his face, stretching his arms and legs, and was surprised to find himself completely normal, without the slightest discomfort, as if he had never been injured.
Just as Nangong Xiuqi was feeling utterly perplexed, another thing surprised and embarrassed him. He found himself lying naked on the bed; no wonder his skin felt so sensitive.
"Strange! Where am I?" Nangong Xiuqi thought to himself. He clearly remembered that before he lost consciousness, Ying Xuelian and the person the princess sent to fetch him were locked in a fierce battle. He wondered who had won. However, he felt the most likely outcome was that the person the princess sent, called the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, had won, because only if she won could he possibly survive. Moreover, judging from the gauze curtains and bedding, they were made of the finest materials, something only royalty and high-ranking officials could afford.
"Oh! You're awake."
A hoarse, deep voice, like a broken gong, sounded behind Nangong Xiuqi, startling him. He hurriedly turned around and glanced back, the scene before him leaving him stunned, staring blankly for a long time.
Judging from the sky, it seemed to be early morning. A faint scent of sandalwood floated in the air, and a ray of morning light pierced through the window curtains, casting a bright, warm glow into the room. Before the dressing table by the window sat a beautiful woman dressed in a pale yellow gauze dress. She was combing a strand of her long hair that cascaded down her chest, the rest flowing like a black waterfall over her delicate shoulders. On the dressing table were a row of gold hairpins and pearls, each exquisite and luxurious, but the woman paid no attention to them. Her eyes were fixed on the window, where a ray of morning light shone on her face, making her beautiful features appear even more radiant and clear, like a lotus flower on water.
Seeing that Nangong Xiuqi remained silent for a while, the beautiful woman turned her head slightly. Seeing him staring intently at her, she smiled, a smile containing a hint of smugness and a touch of disdain. She said, "Hey, are you stupid?"
Nangong Xiuqi snapped out of his daze, his surprise overflowing. If he hadn't seen and heard it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this beautiful woman was the Ghost Mother of Mingshan. How could such a beautiful person have such an unpleasant voice?
"Where is this place? Where is the princess?"
"Hehehe, this is the palace, of course! As for the princess, she doesn't want to see you yet." The Ghost Mother of the Underworld smiled sweetly at Nangong Xiuqi, but her smile was somewhat eerie.
Nangong Xiuqi saw this and suddenly felt a bad feeling. He quickly said, "Since the princess is busy, I'll come another day. As for the life-saving grace, I will repay it handsomely in the future!" As he spoke, he threw off the covers and was about to get out of bed, but the chilly air made him realize that he was completely naked. Helpless, he had to shrink back into bed, looking around but not finding any clothes.
"Hehehe..." The Ghost Mother of the Underworld let out a broken laugh: "Want to leave? What do you think this is? Your own backyard that you can come and go as you please?"
As the son of the Marquis of Zhennan, Nangong Xiuqi was used to being arrogant and domineering. How could he tolerate being spoken to in such a tone? Enraged, he thought to himself, "It was bad enough that Princess Baoyue bossed me around, but now even a servant of a princess dares to speak to me like that! How outrageous!"
Thinking this, Nangong Xiuqi shouted, "Insolence! Do you know who I am? How dare you speak to me so rudely?" He paused, then added, "Fine, ignorance is no excuse. Quickly bring me my clothes, and I'll forgive your disrespect!"
"Haha..." The Ghost Mother of the Underworld laughed loudly, her hoarse, low laughter echoing in the room like the hooting of a night owl, making Nangong Xiuqi's eardrums buzz. Meanwhile, the birds perched in the tall locust trees outside seemed unable to bear the laughter any longer, flapping their wings and flying into the clouds.
"What are you laughing at?" Nangong Xiuqi was increasingly annoyed, but at the same time, he vaguely sensed something was wrong. This Ghost Mother of the Underworld didn't seem to be afraid of his identity, and it was clearly Princess Baoyue who asked him to enter the palace, but now that he was inside, she didn't show herself, handing him over to the Ghost Mother of the Underworld. Could there be some ulterior motive behind this? Thinking of this, Nangong Xiuqi's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. If they intended to harm him, he would be completely helpless in this deep palace!
"Hmph, what are you laughing at? Laughing at your arrogance and ignorance!" The Ghost Mother of the Underworld swayed to the bedside and looked coldly at Nangong Xiuqi, saying, "If it were in front of you, old man Nangong Lingkong, perhaps I would still have some reservations, but now, even if I killed you right now, I wouldn't blink an eye, do you believe me?" Seeing
the chilling murderous intent emanating from the beautiful eyes of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, Nangong Xiuqi was completely convinced that she would keep her word. Adopting a "better safe than sorry" attitude, he abandoned his previous arrogant demeanor and said softly, "I believe you! But look, it's already dawn. I have to go to court to meet the Emperor later, and the Princess is too busy to see me now. How about I leave now and come back tonight?"
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld also changed her tone, gracefully sitting on the edge of the bed, extending her fair, jade-like wrist to touch Nangong Xiuqi's cheek, teasingly smiling, "What? You want to leave so badly? Am I not a thousand times more handsome than the Emperor?"
Although Nangong Xiuqi was lecherous and vulgar, he wasn't foolish. He knew that the Ghost Mother of the Underworld possessed extraordinary skill and was acquainted with the Princess, so her status couldn't be low. Why would she throw herself at him? Therefore, her current treatment of him must have some ulterior motive. But what was it? Could it be the Blood Spirit Manual? But Nangong Xiuqi quickly changed his mind. He didn't know where she had taken his clothes, and the secret manual in his undershirt pocket was definitely already in her hands. There was no need for her to flirt with him here.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld's slender white hand gradually slid down to Nangong Xiuqi's bare chest. Her long fingers gently circled around his nipples, sending a sensation that was neither itchy nor numb over him. At the same time, a surge of heat rushed from his lower abdomen to the top of his head, then along his spine to his sleeping dragon. The dragon seemed unable to withstand the disturbance and slowly raised its head, creating a large tent under the thin blanket.
Nangong Xiuqi wanted to sigh with pleasure, while also marveling at the exquisite skill of her touch. He knew that even a simple caress of her upper body could ignite his desire. Even the courtesan Zixin, who had seen many men, might not possess such skill. Could this Ghost Mother of the Underworld have been with more men than the prostitutes in brothels?
Thinking this, a lewd glint naturally appeared in Nangong Xiuqi's eyes. He brazenly sized up the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, from her alluring face to her delicate collarbone, and then to her full breasts. Here, his gaze lingered; although her tempting breasts were tightly wrapped in silk, the area above her chest still made him dizzy. Her skin was fair, delicate, and smooth, not inferior to that of a twenty-year-old girl!
Chapter Four ◆ Secret Chamber Practice
Such a lewd look was naturally seen by the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, but she was neither angry nor embarrassed. A faint smile continued to hang on her face. At the same time, her soft hand slowly descended, gliding across his chest like a goose feather, and slipped into the thin blanket.
"Oh—" As the smooth fingers brushed across his hairy lower abdomen, Nangong Xiuqi felt every pore on his body open up from the stimulation. He took a deep, comfortable breath, his gaze towards the Ghost Mother of the Underworld becoming even more unrestrained and bold, a lewd smile playing on his lips.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld's small hand had already grasped Nangong Xiuqi's thick, menacing penis, but because it was so large, her small hand could only hold most of its shaft. The Ghost Mother of the Underworld could clearly feel the uneven surface of its body and the oppressive heat, as if it could penetrate her palm and reach straight to her heart.
A barely perceptible smile of satisfaction appeared on the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's face. She could fully imagine the immense pleasure and effects that this behemoth would bring her when inserted into her body! To further test whether this behemoth was just a showpiece, she didn't stop, but continued to tease it. She applied slightly more pressure, stroking it up and down, her slippery thumb rubbing against the rough shaft, slowly moving towards the glans. The process was slow and rhythmic, gradually drawing Nangong Xiuqi's pleasure from his entire body to that small area below his navel.
Nangong Xiuqi felt a surge of pleasure; his earlier urgency to leave had long since vanished. He closed his eyes slightly, leaning back in his brocade robe, completely absorbed in enjoying the extraordinary technique of the Underworld Demon Mother.
"Ah…" Nangong Xiuqi suddenly groaned. It turned out that the Underworld Demon Mother was using her long, slender fingernails to draw circles on the glans and gently pierce the urethral opening, causing Nangong Xiuqi a slight pain, but mostly a surge of pleasure!
Such intense stimulation caused Nangong Xiuqi's enormous member to throb several times, almost bursting forth. Fortunately, he gritted his teeth and held back in time, because he didn't want to appear so pathetic in front of this woman. Last night, he was beaten helplessly by Ying Xuelian, and if it weren't for this woman's intervention, he would have died on the spot. All of this made him feel somewhat ashamed, and he couldn't let himself lose face again. The
Ghost Mother of the Underworld nodded secretly. She was very confident in her technique, and the facts proved it. Many men had been completely defeated by her technique before, but Nangong Xiuqi had held on after this round of teasing. It seemed that what was between his legs was indeed genuine. Thinking this, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld thought to herself, "Hmm, this time Bao Yue found me a pretty good catch. I'll praise her properly later."
At this moment, Nangong Xiuqi, who was enjoying himself with his eyes closed, sensed something was wrong. He opened his eyes and saw that the Ghost Mother of the Underworld had pulled her hand out from under the covers and seemed about to get up and leave. This infuriated him, and his temper flared up instantly. He yelled, "Hey, don't go! You think you can run away after you've got me all worked up? Not so easy!" With that, he sat up abruptly, opened his arms, and pounced on the Ghost Mother of the Underworld.
Nangong Xiuqi's movements were incredibly fast; he was confident he would be surrounded by her soft, fragrant embrace. However, all he saw was a blur before his eyes. He lunged at nothing, then tumbled off the bed like a rolling pin, looking utterly disheveled!
"You..." Nangong Xiuqi was furious. Ignoring his naked state, he jumped to his feet and confronted her, demanding, "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?" The Ghost Mother of the Underworld glanced at him contemptuously. "Let me tell you, here, only I can touch you, and you have no right to lay a finger on me. Because, in essence, you're just a dog by my side, understand? Heh heh..."
Nangong Xiuqi had never suffered such humiliation. He flew into a rage, pointing at the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's nose, "How dare you! You lousy voice, who are you calling a dog? Damn it, today I'm going to touch you, so what?" Enraged
, Nangong Xiuqi disregarded the difference in their strength and lunged at the Ghost Mother of the Underworld with a scream. Just as his hands were about to touch her firm breasts, two sharp cracking sounds rang out. Nangong Xiuqi felt a flurry of stars before his eyes, and his cheeks burned with pain. He collapsed to the side.
The pain brought Nangong Xiuqi back to his senses. He realized he might have just escaped one danger only to fall into another. Judging from the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's words and actions, he was certain that what awaited him was no good. Nangong Xiuqi panicked. He wanted to run, but found himself frozen in place, unable to move. He wanted to shout, but his mouth opened and no sound came out.
"Don't try to test my tolerance!" The Ghost Mother of the Underworld wiped her hands lightly with a silk handkerchief and said coldly, "Although you are still somewhat useful to me for now, if you anger me, I will still kill you without hesitation, do you understand?"
Nangong Xiuqi was not a reckless man; of course he understood. However, he had been blinded by anger earlier and acted recklessly. Now that he had calmed down, he couldn't help but secretly regret his actions. Now he was at the mercy of others, and it would be the most foolish thing for him to do, something he least wanted to do. However, at this moment, he could neither speak nor move his hands, so he could only blink hard to show that he understood the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's meaning.
"And remember this, if you dare call me that lousy voice again, I'll cut your tongue out and feed it to the dogs!" With that, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld stretched out her slender finger, and a burst of energy entered Nangong Xiuqi's shoulder blade. He immediately felt lighter, his limbs could move, and he could speak again, though his body was still limp and he couldn't exert much strength.
"I won't dare, I won't dare!" Nangong Xiuqi quickly put on a fawning smile.
"You're smart enough to come with me!"
Nangong Xiuqi was full of doubts, but dared not ask any more questions. He followed the Ghost Mother of the Underworld naked to a wall, where a painting of two dragons playing with a pearl was depicted. The Ghost Mother of the Underworld pressed on the pearl in the middle, and immediately a creaking sound was heard. A crack, about the width of a person, appeared in the wall, leading down a staircase, and beyond that, pitch blackness.
"Let's go!" With that, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld went in first.
With a heavy heart, Nangong Xiuqi followed the Ghost Mother of the Underworld down the steps. As soon as they entered, they heard another creaking sound behind them, and the walls closed again, plunging them into darkness.
"This…" Just as Nangong Xiuqi was about to cry out, the previously obscured path suddenly lit up again.
Now, Nangong Xiuqi could see clearly what was happening. It was a sloping passageway, the steps paved entirely with black marble, while the walls on either side were made of white marble—extremely luxurious! At a height of about a person's height, every five or six steps, there were objects resembling bronze mirrors, emitting a soft, orange glow that illuminated the narrow passageway clearly, though the end was still nowhere in sight.
The further they went, the colder it became. Nangong Xiuqi was completely naked and had no internal energy cultivation whatsoever, so he was naturally unable to withstand the chill. His body heat gradually dissipated, and large patches of goosebumps appeared on his skin.
"Ugh... I... where are we going?" Nangong Xiuqi couldn't help but ask, feeling increasingly unwell from the cold.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld replied without turning her head, "Enough with the nonsense! Just follow me!"
Nangong Xiuqi cursed inwardly in anger, but he was helpless and could only grit his teeth and continue following. At the same time, he was filled with doubt and uncertainty, wondering where the Ghost Mother of the Underworld was taking him. Why hadn't Princess Baoyue shown up yet? However, although he was both angry and confused, his previous panic and fear had disappeared. The Ghost Mother of the Underworld had made it clear that he was still useful to her, so his life was naturally safe!
After going around several bends, they finally arrived at an open space. This place was nearly a hundred feet in circumference and about ten feet high, in a circular shape, and extremely spacious! Moreover, the place was luxuriously decorated. Thick plush carpets were laid on the ground, and it felt like you were sinking into them underfoot. It was silent and extremely comfortable. Nangong Xiuqi was barefoot at the time, and the fine plush carpets clung to his feet, tickling and tingling, which he found very pleasant. If the Ghost Mother of the Underworld hadn't been there, he would have wanted to lie down on the carpet immediately.
However, these weren't what surprised Nangong Xiuqi the most. What truly astonished him were the seven luminous pearls arranged in the shape of the moon and stars overhead. Luminous pearls weren't rare to him, but he had never seen so many arranged together before. Each pearl was full and round, emitting a dazzling luster, clearly priceless. They illuminated the place as if it were daytime.
Nangong Xiuqi was secretly amazed, thinking, "Damn it, who exactly is this Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain? How can she possess such a luxurious place? Even the Emperor's palace probably doesn't have this many luminous pearls!"
The room was spacious and luxurious, but the furnishings were quite peculiar. In one corner stood a large sandalwood bed, complete with brocade quilts and embroidered pillows. The headboard and bed frame were carved with patterns of mandarin ducks playing in the water and twin lotus and peony blossoms—exquisitely crafted! Five steps away stood a large bronze cauldron adorned with a mythical beast, from which wisps of smoke drifted gently, filling the room with fragrance.
In the very center of the room was a recessed pool, about ten feet square, its water crystal clear and steaming. Nangong Xiuqi guessed it was a hot spring, as he had stopped feeling cold since entering the room; he assumed the steam from the hot spring had dispelled the chill, making it warm and spring-like.
At first glance, this was undoubtedly a bedroom, but other furnishings gave Nangong Xiuqi a sense of unease. In another corner stood two large iron cages, surrounded by black cloth, obscuring their contents. On one wall hung whips, chains, and other instruments used for torture. Besides, a cylindrical, semi-transparent object, about six feet tall and nearly a foot in diameter, stood to one side. This object resembled both jade and ice, emanating a faint halo and shrouded in a thin mist, like a treasure.
The entire room was like a bedroom, a training room, and even a torture chamber, exuding a sense of oppression amidst its comfort, and a chilling atmosphere amidst its elegance. Nangong Xiuqi, seeing this, felt uneasy and blurted out, "Why did you bring me here? Where is Princess Baoyue? When will she see me?" The
Ghost Mother of the Underworld laughed loudly, her strange and piercing laughter assaulting Nangong Xiuqi's eardrums and drilling into his heart, as if a saw were tearing at his soul, causing him immense discomfort!
The laughter continued for quite a while before the Ghost Mother of the Underworld slowly said, "You should know why Princess Baoyue summoned you to the palace,
right?" "This... I... I know..." Even though Nangong Xiuqi had a thick skin, he felt a little embarrassed. To think that he, a grown man, was being bossed around by a little girl and had to come to the palace to be punished was truly humiliating! Even though this little girl was a princess, Nangong Xiuqi still felt somewhat ashamed!
"Do you know that being naked in front of the princess is a grave crime of indecency? According to the law, one should be executed on the spot. However, the princess sees you as a useful talent and has decided to let you enter the palace to assist me in my training, so that I can atone for my crime."
Nangong Xiuqi asked in astonishment, "Assist you in your training? How?"
"Hehehe, you'll see when you see it."
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld let out another strange laugh, then moved gracefully to the iron cage covered with black cloth. Without any visible movement, the black cloth fluttered down, and Nangong Xiuqi was horrified to find two exquisitely beautiful little girls locked inside.
These two little girls looked to be no more than two or three years old, chubby, and dressed in fine clothes, clearly children from a wealthy family. At this moment, they neither cried nor made a fuss, just sitting there quietly, their eyes lifeless and dull. Obviously, they were either controlled by drugs or subjected to some kind of bewitching magic.
Nangong Xiuqi was somewhat bewildered, wondering what the Ghost Mother of the Underworld was up to. Just as he was pondering this, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld leaped up, landing like a butterfly atop the tall pillar. She
looked down at Nangong Xiuqi with a sinister smile, then sat cross-legged on it, as if in deep meditation. At the same time, the pillar suddenly shone brightly, almost blinding Nangong Xiuqi. He instinctively shielded his eyes with his hands and took several steps back. It was only after a while that his eyes adjusted to the dazzling light emanating from the pillar, and he squinted to see the scene before him!
He saw the Ghost Mother of the Underworld sitting there cross-legged, her hands hanging down, her palms pressed tightly against the pillar, surrounded by white mist. Within the translucent cylinder, countless thin, black threads shot out from the base below, meandering upwards like snakes, gradually converging into two thumb-thick black ropes that burrowed into the palms of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld.
As the black ropes continued to penetrate, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's pale arms gradually changed color, from snow-white to light blue, then to deep purple, and finally to pitch black—a truly terrifying sight!
"What kind of kung fu is this?" Nangong Xiuqi muttered to himself. At the same time, having already adjusted to the light emitted by the cylinder, he involuntarily wanted to take a few steps closer to see it more clearly. However, before he had taken two steps, a chilling aura assaulted his senses, causing Nangong Xiuqi to shiver instinctively and stop in his tracks.
Just as he was feeling puzzled, he suddenly heard the Ghost Mother of the Underworld shout. Then, she stretched out both palms, and the iron cage door holding the two little girls swung open, releasing two figures. Upon closer inspection, it turned out the two little girls had been drawn into the Ghost Mother's palms and were now in her grasp.
What happened next made even Nangong Xiuqi, a man who had committed many evil deeds, shudder. The Ghost Mother flipped her palms, lifting the two little girls into the air. At the same time, their clothes vanished without a trace, leaving them standing naked in mid-air, their two pink legs spread wide, as if preparing to welcome something.
These two little girls were so young that their genitals were completely undeveloped, so even with Nangong Xiuqi's excellent eyesight and perfect angle, he could only vaguely see extremely small openings. However, after a short while, these tiny openings slowly widened until they became round holes about the thickness of a thumb. The two little girls still looked bewildered, clearly feeling no pain whatsoever.
The sight of such a delicately beautiful girl with such a gaping hole in her genitals was utterly bizarre! Just then, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld stretched out her hands once more, placing her palms on the two little girls' genitals. Instantly, crimson blood gushed from the thumb-sized openings in the girls' genitals, forming straight red lines that pierced into the Ghost Mother's palms.
As the blood continued to flow, the two little girls' faces gradually turned pale, and their fair skin slowly dried up. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two fair-skinned little girls had become two skeletons, their appearance utterly terrifying. Even the usually fearless Nangong Xiu felt a chill run down his spine!
After absorbing the life essence of the two little girls, the Dark Mountain Demon Mother's jet-black arms regained their previous pale and supple appearance, even surpassing them in some aspects. Her skin was dazzlingly white and shimmering, as if covered by a thin layer of ice. The surrounding white mist had vanished, replaced by ice beads hanging from her hairline and brows, while a thin layer of frost covered her beautiful face, making her appear as if she had emerged from a frozen wasteland.
Despite being almost frozen solid, the Dark Mountain Demon Mother remained seated cross-legged, completely motionless. Although Nangong Xiuqi knew nothing about the cultivation technique she practiced, he could tell that the Ghost Mother of the Underworld was currently using her internal energy to resist the cold, and she probably wouldn't make any moves for a while. A thought struck him: "While she's preoccupied with other matters, why don't I just leave? Am I really going to wait here to help her practice? Look at what happened to those two little girls; my help might not be any better. Even if I stay, I'll still die a gruesome death. Of the thirty-six stratagems, running away is the best!"
Having made up his mind, Nangong Xiuqi slowly retreated, his eyes fixed on the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, afraid she might suddenly open her eyes and discover his scheme. Fortunately, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld kept her eyes tightly closed, and Nangong Xiuqi successfully retreated to the entrance he had come from. Once there, he turned and ran. Although the long passageway was winding and circuitous, there were no forks in the road, so there was no fear of getting lost. He quickly reached the exit of the underground passage, but was dumbfounded. Before him stood a solid, thick stone wall, its surface smooth. He had no idea where the mechanism to open it was.
Time ticked by, and Nangong Xiuqi had practically searched every stone and patch of ground nearby, but the stone wall remained unmoved. He was frantic, like an ant on a hot plate.
"Heh heh... What are you doing? Trying to get out?" Suddenly, the voice Nangong Xiuqi dreaded most came from behind.
Nangong Xiuqi froze, slowly turning around. He saw the Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain, aside from being slightly pale, as always, radiant and beautiful. She stood with her arms crossed, a mocking smile on her face as she looked at him.
Nangong Xiuqi inwardly groaned, but feigned an innocent expression, saying, "I saw you were practicing, so I didn't want to disturb you. I just came out for a stroll and ended up here without realizing it, haha! Oh, right, you've finished practicing? Then you don't need my help anymore? Can I leave now? I'll come back when you need me, and then... ah... what are you doing...?"
Before he could finish speaking, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld raised her arm, and a rope flew out from her sleeve, instantly binding Nangong Xiuqi tightly. Then, holding one end of the rope, she dragged Nangong Xiuqi back to the underground chamber, making him stumble and fall.
"Stay here properly, it'll be your turn soon, hehehe..." The Ghost Mother of the Underworld laughed eerily as she pushed him, and Nangong Xiuqi staggered and fell onto a grand chair, unable to move!
"My turn soon? What does that mean? Are they going to drain my essence and turn me into a skeleton too?" Nangong Xiuqi was terrified and struggled desperately. However, the ropes, made of some unknown material, tightened the more he moved, making it hard for him to breathe.
Helpless, Nangong Xiuqi had no choice but to give up the futile struggle. He had been tightly bound by the black ropes issued by Ying Xuelian before, and now he had been subdued by the Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain using the same method. He had been defeated time and time again, and by women no less. This made Nangong Xiuqi, the once arrogant young master, feel extremely frustrated. At the same time, he realized that his father's advice to learn more skills was indeed somewhat reasonable.
Now, Nangong Xiuqi's only remaining hope was the Blood Spirit Summoning technique, which he had only recently learned. However, he knew that the chances of escaping from the clutches of the Netherworld Ghost Mother using this technique were slim, because last night he couldn't defeat Ying Xuelian with it, let alone the Netherworld Ghost Mother, whose power far surpassed hers.
Nangong Xiuqi sighed repeatedly in his heart, thinking, "Am I going to die here today? No, I haven't lived enough yet. I can't die! Old man, where are you? Please come and save your son!"
While shouting this in his heart, Nangong Xiuqi kept a close eye on the Netherworld Ghost Mother, fearing that she would strike him with a palm or pierce his skull with her five fingers. However, to his surprise, the Netherworld Ghost Mother not only didn't do that, but also turned and smiled at him. Her beauty and charm were so captivating that Nangong Xiuqi was stunned, almost thinking he was in the Fragrant Pavilion.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld walked gracefully to the edge of the pool, and with her back to Nangong Xiuqi, slowly removed the pale yellow veil draped over her body, instantly exposing most of her back.
Her skin was incredibly fair and delicate, radiating a crystalline glow; there wasn't a single blemish on her entire back. The straps of her red bodice wrapped around her swan-like long neck, passed under her armpits, and tied into a beautiful bow at her back. Following this was her gradually tapering waist, like a water snake, slender and delicate. She
removed the veil from her legs, then her skirt, and in no time, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld was completely naked, utterly disregarding the man behind her. She then descended the steps and entered the hot spring bath.
Although the Ghost Mother of the Underworld never faced Nangong Xiuqi directly, her alluring bare back was enough to make him feel parched, but unfortunately, he was completely immobilized and could only admire her with his eyes.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld soaked quietly in the hot spring. After a while, she suddenly called out, "Someone come here!"
Nangong Xiuqi was startled, thinking, "Could there be someone else here?" He looked around and saw two maids in red enter from the entrance. They didn't even glance at Nangong Xiuqi, as if it were commonplace, and went straight to the edge of the pool, bowing respectfully in unison, "Madam!"
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld sat lazily in the pool and said, "Dongmei, tidy up this place and throw the things outside the city."
"Yes, Madam!" Dongmei's maid went to the pillar, wrapped the skeletons of the two little girls scattered on the ground in a cloth, and then walked out.
Seeing this, Nangong Xiuqi suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "Could it be... could it be that you are... the cannibalistic demon in the legend?"
"Hehehe... Yes, what? Do you want to report to the authorities?" The Ghost Mother of the Underworld glanced at him and laughed.
Nangong Xiuqi laughed awkwardly, "How could that be? Anyway, I don't know these children. Even if you kill a few more, Madam, I won't mind."
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld smiled contemptuously, turned her head away and ignored him, continuing to say to another maid, "Xiahe, go and bring that person over. I need to practice my skills."
Hearing this, Nangong Xiuqi was terrified, thinking that the Ghost Mother of the Underworld was going to use him for practice. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, he saw that the maid named Xiahe did not walk towards him, but walked in another direction.
Nangong Xiuqi looked at Xia He with puzzlement, only to see her walk straight to another iron cage covered with a black cloth. Suddenly, Nangong Xiuqi understood, thinking to himself, "So she's still going to find little girls to practice with."
The cage door opened, and to Nangong Xiuqi's great surprise, there were no little girls inside, but a burly man. The iron cage wasn't small, but the man still looked cramped inside. He was curled up on all fours, completely naked. What surprised Nangong Xiuqi even more was that a thick iron chain, as thick as a child's arm, was tied around the man's neck, one end of which was attached to the iron bars above the cage.
"Come out!" Xia He shouted, pulling the chain. The burly man actually crawled out on all fours like a dog.
The scene before him utterly astonished Nangong Xiuqi. The burly man, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with bulging muscles, was barely shorter than Xia He even when lying down. It was utterly unbelievable that such a robust man was being led like a dog by a petite girl!
The man was led to the edge of the pond. The Ghost Mother of the Underworld waved to Xia He, who understood, removed the leather ring from the man's neck, and then stepped aside. The man remained on all fours, appearing utterly terrified! The
Ghost Mother of the Underworld chuckled, lightly raising her jade-like arm, and said seductively and languidly, "Come, carry me to bed!"
The burly man lying on the ground shuddered, his massive body trembling slightly. He stammered, "Madam...madam...please spare my life..."
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld frowned, her voice suddenly turning chilling. "Do you know you've already committed a capital crime? If it weren't for me, you'd probably be beheaded by now. Do you know that?"
Cold sweat beaded on the burly man's forehead, and he remained silent, head bowed. Then, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld changed her tone, her voice becoming seductive again. "Now, having you practice with me is the ultimate pleasure for a man. Even if you die, you'll die in bliss, a thousand times better than beheading or slow slicing. Besides, looking at your physique, you might not be..." Before she could finish, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld let out a lewd laugh, the meaning of which was self-evident.
The burly man had witnessed three men die on the belly of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, and he didn't believe he would be an exception. He was certain he would die as well, and he thought there was no escaping it this time. Moreover, he felt that the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's later words were true. He was already a death row inmate, and it was better to die on a woman's belly than on the execution ground. As the saying goes, "To die under a peony is to die romantically!"
Thinking this, the burly man gritted his teeth and looked up at the Ghost Mother of the Underworld. The moment his eyes met her body, he couldn't help but tremble, his gaze fixed on her.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld lay on her side in the bath, her snow-white wrist supporting her head on the steps. Her beautiful eyes, as misty as rain, were filled with spring-like passion, exuding indescribable charm and allure. Her fragrant shoulders, exposed above the water, were as smooth as jade, delicate and flawless. Because she was lying on her side, one breast was completely exposed to the air, while the other was submerged in the water, creating a deep, bottomless cleavage.
Her entire body, below her beautiful breasts, was submerged in the clear water, which concealed the alluring beauty. The rippling water accentuated the length of her intertwined legs, making them appear even longer. The black seaweed between her legs swayed with the current, like a small hand beckoning people to come closer.
The burly man's desire flared, and he unconsciously swallowed repeatedly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer. He leaped into the pool, his thick arms encircling the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's slender waist. He pressed his already erect member between her legs, and, panting heavily, eagerly kissed her smooth neck.
Meanwhile, his large hands were also busy, constantly caressing the flawless, silken back of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, and then moving downwards to her two plump, round buttocks, kneading and squeezing them roughly, as if trying to forcibly pry the flesh apart—a brutal and violent act! The
Ghost Mother of the Underworld seemed to be aroused as well, and she lay limply on the broad back of the burly man, whispering sweetly, "...Quick, quickly carry me to the bed!"
At this moment, the burly man's body and mind were already burning with desire. He lifted the Ghost Mother of the Underworld by the waist, quickly carried her to the large sandalwood bed, and then slammed her heavily onto it. Then, with a loud roar, he pressed her delicate body down beneath him like a small mountain.
Chapter 5 ◆ The Ghost Mother Absorbs Essence The
Ghost Mother of the Underworld's purpose was to absorb the essence of men to practice her skills, so naturally she didn't want to have much foreplay with him. Therefore, she directly grabbed his penis and guided it to her already wet crotch.
The burly man saw the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, her skin as white and smooth as a peeled egg, her full, round breasts standing proudly, unaffected by gravity. The two nipples atop her breasts were bright red and erect. Below her high peaks was a flat, soft belly, with a delicate, round navel—utterly adorable! A few inches below the navel was a lush patch of grass, concealing a honey-dripping vulva, pink, smooth, plump, and bright!
Such a beautiful sight, coupled with the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's inviting embrace, was too much for the burly man to resist. He thrust forward, his penis fully inserted, pressing his scrotum against the Ghost Mother's vulva.
"Oh..." The burly man cried out in pleasure, feeling his glans suddenly touch something soft, smooth, and fingernail-shaped. This thing was like a small mouth, tightly holding his urethral opening, making him almost ejaculate prematurely. The
burly man was not weak in stamina, and he managed to hold back despite the stimulation, but he dared not move again, wanting to wait for the supreme pleasure to slowly subside. However, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain would not allow him to delay even a moment, only wanting to coax his essence out as soon as possible. So she said in a seductive voice, "Quick... take me..." As she spoke, her two white jade legs had already hooked around the burly man's waist.
Although the Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain's voice was unpleasant, her seductive charm was unmatched. Her passionate acceptance of his favor made the burly man submit, and he could only indulge in his madness, thrusting and pounding, his penis penetrating that wonderful thing to the core.
"Oh...good...deeper...deeper...yes...you're so...so amazing...oh..."
Fueled by such lewd moans, the burly man grew even more vigorous. He knelt between the legs of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, forcefully spreading her knees, his waist thrusting even harder, using every trick in the book. His penis slid in and out, spraying her nectar and semen everywhere. Simultaneously, the tender flesh inside her flower chamber was constantly being turned inside out with each rapid thrust, squeezing out large amounts of thick, white fluid that trickled down his shaft, dripping onto the embroidered quilt.
This fierce battle between the two was a torment for Nangong Xiuqi, who was only inches away. Previously, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's bare back had already ignited his lust; now, with this vivid scene of eroticism unfolding before his eyes, his desire was even more unbearable, his blood surging. This directly caused his manhood to become erect, painfully swollen!
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld lay on the couch, her head tilted back, her beautiful, hazy eyes half-open, her exquisitely curved cherry lips moving incessantly, uttering seductive moans. Her naked, delicate body was flawlessly white and smooth. Her breasts swayed with the man's thrusting, creating waves of alluring flesh.
This scene was already incredibly lewd, but her lower body was utterly defiled. A thick, long, purplish-black penis was thrusting in and out of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's tender vulva, accompanied by overflowing vaginal fluids and incessant "sizzling" sounds.
Just as Nangong Xiuqi was burning with lust, he suddenly heard the burly man on the bed cry out, "Oh...I...I can't...I can't take it anymore..."
The alluring expression on the face of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld was almost dripping with desire, and she gasped, "Quick...quickly ejaculate..."
The burly man convulsed, his massive body twitching uncontrollably, shaking like a withered leaf in the wind. Nangong Xiuqi, watching from the side, was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, "This isn't ejaculation, it's clearly possession!"
Looking at their genitals, apart from the previously flowing vaginal fluids, not a single drop of semen had leaked out; clearly, it had all been absorbed by the Ghost Mother of the Underworld.
The convulsions and trembling of the burly man's body continued for a while before slowly stopping, and his body, which had been kneeling upright between the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's legs, gradually slumped down, finally collapsing onto her body until he was completely still!
"Hmph, what a useless piece of trash! So easily defeated, and with such a meager amount of essence, he's just a pretty face!" The Ghost Mother of the Underworld sneered, kicking the burly man off the bed.
The massive body rolled several times like a straw, finally stopping at Nangong Xiuqi's feet. At that moment, he was horrified to find the man's face deathly pale, even his lips turning snow-white. His eyes were wide and round, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, while the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of a smile—a very strange expression! Nangong
Xiuqi looked at the burly man lying on the ground, then at the Ghost Mother of the Underworld. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her eyes closed, seemingly having entered a meditative state. So he cautiously stretched out his foot and touched the burly man's body. But the moment he touched him, Nangong Xiuqi was terrified and quickly withdrew his foot. The man's body was not only incredibly stiff but also radiated a bone-chilling cold. Without a doubt, the man was dead!
Nangong Xiuqi was terrified; his previous lust had largely dissipated. He knew it was his turn next, and he was both anxious and fearful, unsure of what to do. Just then, a powerful force swept towards him, lifting him up and sending him flying towards the bed!
With a muffled thud, Nangong Xiuqi fell heavily onto the bed. Before he could even understand what was happening, a delicate body coiled around him like a water snake.
At that moment, the ropes that had been tightly binding him had disappeared, freeing his hands and feet. Nangong Xiuqi hurriedly tried to get up and escape, but as soon as he raised his head, he touched the forehead of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld. Startled, he had to lie down again to keep his distance from her. However, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld moved even closer, her exquisite face almost touching Nangong Xiuqi's.
As the alluring face of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld drew ever closer, Nangong Xiuqi felt as if a venomous snake was slithering towards him, a chill running down his spine. He stammered, "You...what are you doing...don't...don't come any closer..."
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld smiled seductively, gently blowing a breath of fragrance, like orchids and musk, onto his face. She said sweetly, "Don't be afraid! I'll let you experience the most beautiful pleasure a man can have. Look at him, even in death he had a smile on his face; his life wasn't in vain!"
As she spoke, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld repeated her previous tactic, grabbing Nangong Xiuqi's manhood and trying to pull it towards her private parts. But to her surprise, it was incredibly soft. It turned out that Nangong Xiuqi's manhood, which had been hard and swollen when watching erotic films, had now become as soft as dough.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld was slightly taken aback at first, but then burst into a coquettish laugh. Although her voice was unpleasant, her face was full of allure. After laughing, she didn't say anything, her delicate body sliding like a snake
to Nangong Xiuqi's crotch. Then, she extended her slender, jade-like index finger and thumb, forming a hole to enclose his penis. She first gently stroked it, then extended her tongue to lick his glans, the tip of her tongue occasionally pressing against his urethral opening. As the Ghost Mother of the Underworld continued to move her mouth and tongue, coupled with the lewd expression on her face, although Nangong Xiuqi was still terrified, his body reacted uncontrollably. The hibernating giant snake between his legs seemed to slowly awaken, already in a semi-erect state.
In response, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld licked even more vigorously. Her skillful tongue curled and swirled around his glans. After a while, the now large and shiny glans slid out of her mouth, bringing with it a trace of crystal-clear saliva. Then, she licked from the glans down the long shaft to the scrotum, alternately sucking on the two testicles, not missing a single fold.
"Oh..." A strong wave of pleasure surged through Nangong Xiuqi's brain, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. At this moment, his lust had been completely aroused by the Ghost Mother of the Underworld, and he knew in his heart that he was not far from death, but instinct prevailed, and he was helpless!
Suddenly, Nangong Xiuqi felt another tightening below. Looking down, he saw that the Ghost Mother of the Underworld had once again taken his penis into her mouth. To his surprise, his nearly foot-long penis was completely inside the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's throat, and her cherry lips were already touching the skin of his stomach.
Nangong Xiuqi hadn't expected the Ghost Mother of the Underworld to be so skilled with her mouth. Previously, his penis was only half the size it was now, and no woman could take it all in. Even the best oral sex expert, Zixin, could only take in most of it. But now, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld could take his nearly foot-long, arm-thick penis entirely into her mouth! If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Nangong Xiuqi would hardly have believed it!
The glans of his penis had reached deep into his esophagus, almost touching the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's stomach. The contractions and pulsations of his esophagus, along with the tightness in his throat, made Nangong Xiuqi's face flush red, his breathing rapid, and he appeared to be burning with lust. The Ghost Mother of the Underworld watched, a smug look on her face. She knew that almost no man could escape her deep-throat skills; as long as he wasn't a eunuch who had lost his fertility, she was confident she could extract his essence.
The head of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld moved up and down continuously, and the suction deep in her esophagus grew stronger and stronger. Nangong Xiuqi's breathing gradually became rough. After a while, he suddenly grabbed the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's head with both hands, his waist thrusting upwards with extreme force, his movements extremely violent!
Clearly, Nangong Xiuqi was about to ejaculate. However, at this moment, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld quickly spat out his huge penis, her delicate body rapidly rising upwards, then her small hands grabbed his huge penis and guided it towards her flower garden, straddling him.
Originally, Nangong Xiuqi was about to ejaculate, but the Ghost Mother of the Underworld suddenly broke free. He felt a coolness on his penis, but then immediately fell into a hot and tight embrace. However, this brief moment of pleasure made Nangong Xiuqi more aware. He knew that once he ejaculated, he would be drained to death, so he gritted his teeth and endured it.
After the Ghost Mother of the Underworld inserted Nangong Xiuqi's massive member into her flower garden, she didn't receive the expected essence, which surprised her. She then chuckled seductively, "Oh, I didn't realize you were so strong. I'm almost reluctant to part with you...hehehe..." She stroked his face as she spoke.
Nangong Xiuqi, sensing a glimmer of hope in her words, perked up and quickly flattered her, "That's right, that's right. A beautiful woman like you needs a decent man to serve her. I'm very..."
Nangong Xiuqi was rambling on, hoping the Ghost Mother of the Underworld would show him mercy, but before he could finish, he felt a series of contractions from her flower garden. Layers of alluring flesh seemed to surge and engulf his penis, the pleasure so intense he rolled his eyes and couldn't speak.
"As long as you can hold on, that's fine!" With that, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's slender waist jerked rapidly, occasionally grinding against his lower abdomen.
Nangong Xiuqi was overwhelmed with pleasure, his breathing quickening again. Instinctively, he thrust his hips upward, his massive member penetrating her fiercely, penetrating her extremely deep, slamming the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's delicate body against the ground. At the same time, a large amount of clear nectar was squeezed out from their point of contact.
"Ah..." The Ghost Mother of the Underworld's intention was not to seek carnal pleasure, but at this moment, she was involuntarily swept up by the waves of pleasure, letting out a soft moan.
Although the previous burly man's member was also quite magnificent, it paled in comparison to Nangong Xiuqi's. His massive member reached deep into her flower path, pushing up a small bulge in the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's smooth, white abdomen, bringing her unprecedented stimulation.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld seemed unable to withstand such stimulation. She slightly lifted her slender waist, bent her knees, and withdrew his massive member a little. However, because the surface of his penis was covered in rough, granular material, it created intense friction against the delicate inner walls of her flower-like orifice. An indescribable pleasure surged through her entire body like an electric current. Suddenly, her waist straightened, her head tilted back, her almond eyes blurred, and she let out a captivating moan.
Seeing the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's alluring appearance, Nangong Xiuqi's heart stirred. He thought to himself, "If I please her, perhaps she'll spare my life." Thinking this, he thrust again, his glans slamming into her cervix.
"Ah…" The Ghost Mother of the Underworld let out a soft moan. The loneliness and longing that had been hidden deep within her heart for so long seemed to vanish with this powerful thrust. Her body, as if boneless, collapsed onto Nangong Xiuqi's chest.
Nangong Xiuqi watched with delight and continued to thrust wildly. His giant pestle was like a red-hot iron, going in and out of the flower chamber of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain. Due to the excessive friction, each time it was pulled out, it would bring out and turn in the tender flesh of her flower chamber. The range of movement was terrifying!
The massive pestle reached its hilt with each thrust, seemingly about to crush her flower garden. The beautiful Netherworld Demon Mother's delicate body seemed to melt, her waist heaving in response to his impact. Her head was thrown back to its limit, and she moaned, "Oh...so...so deep...no, I can't...I'm going to fly...fly..."
The Netherworld Demon Mother had absorbed the essence of countless men, but she had never experienced such pleasure during her cultivation. This was partly due to her seductive arts and superior skills; few men could resist her relentless teasing, and once they ejaculated, they were drained dry and died, with no second chance. On the other hand, the Netherworld Demon Mother's cultivation of this art made pleasure inherently difficult to attain; ordinary men's penises simply couldn't bring her to a state of ecstasy. However, Nangong Xiuqi, having practiced the divine art of Blood Spirit Summoning, possessed a penis and sexual prowess far exceeding that of ordinary people, which allowed her to experience the pleasure of carnal desire.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld felt the depths of her flower chamber growing increasingly hot. Her sensitive clitoris was being pounded by his massive pestle, going from numb to tingling, then from tingling to numb again, until finally it felt as if it no longer belonged to her. Yet, the sensations in her body grew ever more acute, as if a fire was burning within her, a surging pleasure churning within her, making it hard for her to breathe!
The massive pestle forcefully rubbed against every tender wall of her flower chamber, while Nangong Xiuqi's one hand was still vigorously kneading her breasts, and the other hand reached inside to caress her engorged clitoris. This three-pronged action made the Ghost Mother of the Underworld roll her eyes in ecstasy, her body arching like a shrimp, her snowy belly convulsing in waves, trembling as she released her semen.
Nangong Xiuqi felt a torrent suddenly surge against his shaft, the layers of tender flesh in her flower chamber contracting incredibly tightly, yet a large amount of milky white nectar still flowed out along the gap between their bodies, soaking the brocade quilt beneath them.
After a long and intense orgasm, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld finally recovered. While secretly enjoying the afterglow, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had originally intended to replenish his essence, but instead, he had seduced her and caused her to lose her virginity. If Nangong Xiuqi had been a master of this technique, the consequences would have been unimaginable; not only would her years of cultivation have been destroyed, but her life would have been in danger.
"How was it, Madam? Are you satisfied with my service?" Nangong Xiuqi's demeanor was humble, but his tone betrayed a hint of smugness.
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld smiled radiantly, gently stroking Nangong Xiuqi's face and saying seductively, "Not bad, really not bad!"
Nangong Xiuqi was overjoyed, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope. He became even more arrogant, flipping over and pinning the Ghost Mother beneath him. His thick, long penis penetrated even deeper into her body, reaching the very depths of her flower path. The hot glans fiercely scraped against her clitoris, causing her to gasp repeatedly and her body to convulse.
The long, jade-like legs of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld were tightly wrapped around Nangong Xiuqi's waist. Her starry eyes were slightly closed, her delicate face flushed, and her pink buttocks lifted slightly to meet his powerful thrusts. At the same time, a large amount of thick, milky-white nectar flowed from her flower chamber, staining the brocade quilt beneath her in patches.
"Oh...good...so good...more...deeper...deeper..." The Ghost Mother of the Underworld frantically demanded like a woman with insatiable desire.
Nangong Xiuqi became even more aroused. He straightened his body, lifted the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's jade-like legs, and hoisted them onto his shoulders. Instantly, her secluded path was fully exposed. There, like the mouth of a fish leaping ashore, it was still opening and closing, and the bright red, alluring flesh inside was clearly visible. The sticky nectar meandered down her alabaster thighs, exuding a demonic scent.
Nangong Xiuqi took a deep breath, straightened his back, pressed his enormous glans tightly against her jade gate, held her slender waist with both hands, and then thrust forcefully, penetrating her completely. What followed was a storm of frenzied thrusting, while the Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain arched her back and twisted her hips, doing her utmost to cooperate!
After nearly a hundred thrusts, Nangong Xiuqi's face was covered in sweat, and the pleasure in his body was growing stronger. Suddenly, he noticed a powerful suction coming from the depths of the Ghost Mother's flower chamber. The originally slippery flower path contracted sharply, many times stronger than when she had climaxed before. It was as if countless small mouths were rushing in from all directions, licking and sucking his glans and shaft. In addition, hot liquid was gushing out from somewhere. This liquid was different from the gushing that the Ghost Mother had produced during her climax. That gushing was just honey flowing from the depths of her flower chamber. This time, not only the depths of her flower chamber, but even the flesh walls around the flower path were emitting hot currents. It could be said that it was impacting his penis from all directions.
The sudden change was too much for Nangong Xiuqi to bear, and he stammered, "I...I can't...take it anymore..."
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld wore a seductive smile. "Want to release? Then release, don't hold back." As she spoke, a powerful suction emanated from deep within her vagina, tightly gripping his glans and urethra.
It turned out that the Ghost Mother of the Underworld had used a seductive technique she hadn't used in a long time. She had almost never used this technique on men since she mastered it, because with her beauty and skills, a little trickery was all it took for a man to ejaculate instantly. But today she had made an exception, which made her look at Nangong Xiuqi with new respect. She even considered not absorbing his essence and keeping him by her side for her pleasure. However, she quickly dismissed the idea, because she knew that since Nangong Xiuqi was different from others, his essence must also be extraordinary, which would greatly benefit her cultivation, perhaps even leading to her mastery of great skills.
Nangong Xiuqi had no idea what the Ghost Mother of the Underworld was thinking. Even if he did, he couldn't resist any longer. The suction from deep within her flower chamber grew stronger, and the scalding liquid gushing from the walls of her flesh sent him soaring to heaven. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. His body convulsed with pleasure, and gushing streams of hot semen erupted, wave after wave!
Nangong Xiuqi felt as if his bones had been removed from his body. He collapsed onto the Ghost Mother of the Underworld's jade-like body, intending to rest for a moment, but then he realized something was wrong. The suction from deep within her flower chamber seemed to be increasing, and his penis continued to ejaculate, flowing like a burst dam, unstoppable.
Only then did Nangong Xiuqi realize the gravity of the situation. He tried to get up and pull his penis away from her flower chamber, but the suction was too strong; he couldn't pull it out even a fraction. Nangong Xiuqi was terrified, his face turning ashen. He pleaded, "Madam... spare my life..."
"Hehehe..." The eerie laughter of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain rang in Nangong Xiuqi's ears once more. The voice was still as unpleasant as ever, but he felt that the voice seemed to be getting more and more distant, and the beautiful face of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain, Xing Ruhua, became increasingly blurry. Finally, he could hear nothing and see nothing, and he collapsed headfirst...
Chapter Six ◆ Dragon Vein Land
The council hall was solemn and majestic in the early autumn morning. The golden glazed tiles shimmered with dazzling golden waves under the sunlight, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes. It was a magnificent and prosperous scene!
The morning court had already begun. The most important thing for the court during this period was to lead the army to conquer the Demon Kingdom. Therefore, the emperor was most concerned about this matter, and the questions asked in the morning court were all about the preparations for this event. It's no easy feat to assemble an army of 200,000 within three days. The preparations are incredibly complex, from troop deployment to logistics; every step must be meticulously planned, as a single mistake could affect or even determine the outcome of the war.
At this moment, Li Xuan, the twelfth emperor of the Hua Tang Empire, sat on a dragon throne adorned with nine crimson dragons. He wore a jade crown, with white pearls cascading down his forehead, obscuring his expression. "
My esteemed ministers," Li Xuan said grimly, "this expedition against the Demon Realm is crucial to the future development and destiny of our Hua Tang Empire. We cannot allow any mishaps. Troops, provisions, and military pay must all be fully coordinated and in place. If any aspect fails to keep pace and affects the overall situation, the responsible official will be executed without mercy!
Do you all understand?"
"Hmm!" Li Xuan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the civil and military officials below, finally settling on Nangong Lingkong. His expression softened, and he smiled, "Minister Nangong, this expedition against the Demon Realm depends entirely on you." "
Your Majesty, rest assured, this old minister will certainly live up to Your Majesty's expectations!"
"Very good!" Li Xuan smiled with satisfaction, "Oh, by the way, why didn't you see your son at court today?"
Nangong Lingkong said somewhat awkwardly, "That unfilial son didn't come home last night, and hasn't been seen since this morning, so..." He assumed that Nangong Xiuqi was probably out partying in some brothel again, and he felt both angry and embarrassed.
Sure enough, upon hearing his words, all the ministers laughed, and Li Xuan also laughed heartily, "Young people, a man who isn't a bit of a playboy in his youth is wasting his life, my dear minister, don't take it too seriously! Alright, if there's nothing else, let's adjourn the court."
"Court adjourned!" A high-pitched voice rang out in the air above the council hall.
After the court session, Li Xuan did not go to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to review memorials as usual, but went directly to Wuyang Palace. Wuyang Palace was located on the west side of the Jade Liquid Pool in the Imperial Palace and was the residence of his most beloved concubine, Consort Wen.
Wuyang Palace was one of the most magnificent and largest palaces in the entire harem. The entire palace stood six zhang and nine chi high, divided into three levels, all paved with Hetian white jade, a rare material. Its jade pavilions and jeweled buildings shone brightly, especially when sunlight shone upon them; the entire palace was dazzling and clearly visible from five li away. Tall phoenix trees and blooming flowers lined both sides of the palace, their lush foliage and vibrant blossoms creating a scene of breathtaking beauty, a veritable paradise on earth.
At this moment, Li Xuan sat leisurely on a soft chair on a high platform in the center of the main hall on the first floor of Wuyang Palace, holding a jade cup and sipping fine wine. The melodious sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air, while below, nearly a hundred beautiful dancers, dressed in light, transparent garments, danced gracefully like peacocks, each possessing an extremely alluring face and a graceful figure. They danced to the rhythm of the string and bamboo instruments, fluttering like butterflies. Their jeweled arms moved in perfect harmony with the music, their graceful movements captivating the eye.
The beautiful dance of over a hundred women formed a budding flower, and at its center stood a beauty in a red dress. Her beauty surpassed that of the surrounding hundred maidens by far. She possessed bright eyes and white teeth, her eyebrows were like painted ink, her figure was perfectly proportioned, her skin was delicate and smooth, her face was like a peach blossom glistening with dew, and her fingers were like spring onions and creamy jade. Her light and graceful dance was truly captivating, like a flickering flame floating and swaying in the azure sea.
Li Xuan smiled, quietly admiring the performance, but his expression wasn't particularly focused. While the dance was beautiful, he had seen it countless times. More than the dance itself, he was drawn to the alluring body of the red-clad beauty in the center—a body brimming with boundless charm and allure, one that he could never tire of admiring.
However, the reason he patiently appreciated this dance, which he had seen countless times, was because he didn't see it as enjoyment, but as a gift—a gift bestowed upon a man named Amang sitting to his right in the audience. This man was about seventy years old, with a gaunt face, but his spirit was remarkably vigorous, especially his small, piercing eyes. His long, white beard reached his chest and moved without wind. He wore a pure white Taoist robe, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.
This man was none other than the Grand Preceptor of the Hua Tang Kingdom, named Yu Huatian. Emperor Li Xuan trusted him greatly, partly because his magical powers were indeed unfathomable, and partly because he was adept at flattering Li Xuan. He not only taught him numerous sexual techniques and nourishing elixirs, but also offered guidance on the nation's fortunes, from which Li Xuan felt he had benefited immensely.
At this moment, the music gradually faded, and the red-clad beauty in the center stood on one leg, one hand raised above her head, the other gently lifting her skirt, spinning in place. As the speed of her spin increased, the fiery red hem of her skirt bloomed like a magnificent peony. When the last note of the music disappeared, nearly a hundred singers around her collapsed in unison, while the red-clad beauty in the center slowly descended, kneeling on the ground, her red veil spreading out on the snow-white jade slab like a beautiful flower.
"Excellent! I've long heard that Consort Wen's dancing skills are unparalleled in the world. Seeing it today, it's indeed true! Hehe!" Yu Huatian stroked his beard and nodded with a smile.
"Grand Preceptor Yu, you flatter me!" Consort Wen smiled, then flew to Li Xuan's side like a butterfly.
Li Xuan laughed heartily, pulling Wen Shufei's hand and saying, "My dear consort, your dancing skills have improved again! Look, even the Imperial Preceptor Yu is mesmerized, haha!"
"Oh dear, Your Majesty, you're teasing me again! I won't stand for it!" Wen Shufei sat in Li Xuan's lap, playfully wriggling her body.
"Haha..." Li Xuan secretly pinched Wen Shufei's plump buttocks and chuckled, "My dear consort, the Imperial Preceptor and I have some matters to discuss. Please excuse us for a moment."
Wen Shufei's pretty face flushed slightly, and she rose and gracefully knelt, saying, "Your Majesty, I take my leave!" She then led her maids out of the hall and upstairs.
"You may all leave as well!" Li Xuan waved his hand.
"Yes!" The chief eunuch Jin Daquan beside him replied respectfully. Then, waving his hand, he told the eunuchs and palace maids, "Get out, get out!"
In an instant, only Li Xuan and Yu Huatian remained in the vast hall of Wuyang Palace. At this moment, Li Xuan said in a deep voice, "Grand Preceptor, are you sure you have found the location of the dynasty's dragon vein?" "I
'm sure! This old minister dares to guarantee it with his life!" Yu Huatian stood up from his seat, took a few steps, and knelt down below the platform.
"Good! Grand Preceptor, you've done very well!" Li Xuan stood up excitedly, walked down the platform, and helped Yu Huatian up, saying, "Where is the dragon vein?"
"Your Majesty, according to this old minister's years of investigation, the dragon vein is located on the rocky mountain behind the Siguo Palace."
"What? The rocky mountain?" Li Xuan was taken aback. In fact, the Siguo Palace was the Cold Palace, where a large number of concubines who had committed offenses were imprisoned. Compared to other places in the palace, it was like a living hell, where concubines died almost every day. The rocky hill behind it, though called a mountain, was actually just a small mound. The deceased concubines were simply buried here with a straw mat, making it essentially a cemetery. Li Xuan never imagined that the dragon vein sustaining their royal rule would be in such a place.
"Yes, it's in the rocky hill. This old minister is absolutely certain of it."
Li Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "Very well, Grand Preceptor, now that the dragon vein has been found, what should we do next to ensure the eternal prosperity of my Hua Tang Empire?" "
Of course, we must carefully protect the dragon vein. As long as the dragon vein is not destroyed, the foundation of Hua Tang will be as solid as a rock, passed down for ten thousand generations! Moreover…" Yu Huatian deliberately paused here.
"And what? Don't beat around the bush, just say it!" Li Xuan urged.
"Yes!" Yu Huatian bowed and said, "Moreover, if this old minister were to build the altar and perform the ritual, not only would the foundation of our Great Hua Tang Empire endure for eternity, but we could also unify the continent and become a hegemon for all time."
"Excellent! Then what are we waiting for? Get to it immediately." "
Your Majesty, this is not something that can be accomplished in a day, and it will be quite costly, so..."
Upon hearing this, Li Xuan frowned and pondered, "Grand Preceptor, how much do you think is needed?"
"Not to mention anything else, just building a 999-foot-tall Star-Picking Tower would probably cost tens of thousands of gold coins, and there are other things..."
"Alright, I understand." Li Xuan interrupted him and said, "This matter is entrusted to you in full charge. The Ministry of Revenue will allocate a sum of money to you. You should first protect the dragon vein well, and as for building the altar and performing the ritual, that can wait!
" "Yes, this old minister obeys the decree!" Yu Huatian replied respectfully.
Yu Huatian was originally a Taoist priest in a dilapidated temple on a nameless mountain. However, the abbot of this temple, who was also his master, was a reclusive master. Yu Huatian had been living and cultivating in seclusion with his master since childhood, and had fully inherited his master's true teachings, achieving extraordinary skill, especially in the ability to explore hidden caves.
Later, Yu Huatian's master died, and he no longer had the will to stay in this desolate land guarding a dilapidated temple. So he burned down the temple and went down the mountain in search of wealth and power. After many twists and turns, he was introduced to Li Xuan. After several examinations, Li Xuan found that he was indeed highly skilled and had superb magical abilities, so he honored him as the Imperial Preceptor.
The search for dragon veins was indeed a secret technique passed down only by Yu Huatian's master's school, kept secret for thousands of years. Before passing on this secret technique to him, Yu Huatian's master would have repeatedly warned him that dragon veins were the foundation of a royal family. If dragon veins were destroyed, it would mean the downfall of a dynasty, so it must never be used recklessly. Moreover, the rise and fall of a dynasty is ordained by Heaven, and any human destruction or attempt to consolidate or protect it will go against the will of Heaven and incur divine retribution.
At first, Yu Huatian was able to abide by his master's admonition and not tell Li Xuan about the dragon vein. However, as wealth and glory came, his desires gradually grew, and his master's admonitions became increasingly blurred in his mind. So he revealed the whole story about the dragon vein. Then he spent three whole years finally finding the dragon vein.
Through this incident, Yu Huatian not only received a large reward from Li Xuan, but more importantly, he obtained the coveted position of being fully in charge of the Dragon Vein matter. Protecting the Dragon Vein and constructing a sacred site for its intricacies was a massive undertaking, costing countless sums of money. The wealth he would gain would be astronomical, which was the primary reason he told Li Xuan about the Dragon Vein.
Li Xuan now trusted Yu Huatian implicitly. If the Dragon Vein was handled well, his royal dynasty would not only endure for eternity, but his mighty army would be divinely aided, invincible, and able to sweep across the Yellow Earth Continent. However, he also knew that this was a time of preparation for attacking the Demon Kingdom, a time when money was needed, and the nation's resources were relatively depleted, making it difficult to allocate a huge sum for the construction and incantation. Therefore, he decided to proceed gradually. Furthermore, allocating such a large sum at once would inevitably lead to criticism and even opposition from court officials. He also couldn't reveal the Dragon Vein matter, as it was a top royal secret, and its disclosure would certainly invite sabotage and attacks from those with ulterior motives.
"By the way, Imperial Advisor, the new pills you refined last time were quite effective. Have you come up with any new products lately?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huatian took out a brocade box from his large mage robe and respectfully presented it to Li Xuan, saying, "Your Majesty, this is a tonic pill that this old minister has spent months refining. Not only can it guarantee that Your Majesty can have sex with ten women without falling asleep, but it also enhances pleasure by at least three times. In addition, its greatest feature is that it will not make one feel exhausted after ejaculation, but rather refreshed and full of energy. In this way, Your Majesty can enjoy the pleasures of the harem with the ladies, and also have enough energy to handle important affairs of state."
"Is that so?" Li Xuan's eyes lit up. He took the brocade box, opened it, and saw twelve crystal-clear pills, about the size of peanuts, neatly arranged inside.
"I would never dare to deceive the Emperor. According to the old rules, this old minister has already had someone test it, and its efficacy is indeed extraordinary!"
Li Xuan said happily, "Good, good! Guards, reward the Imperial Preceptor with one hundred gold coins and one thousand silver coins."
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty!" Yu Huatian knelt down.
"Hmm, get up! Go and do your work. Remember, that matter is your most important task right now. If you do it well, I will reward you handsomely. Also, no one else is allowed to know about this matter except you and me. If anyone finds out, no matter who it is, they must be killed. Do you understand?" At this point, Li Xuan's tone was chilling.
"This old minister understands! Please rest assured, Your Majesty, no one else knows about this matter."
"Hmm!" Li Xuan nodded in satisfaction and waved his hand, "Go!"
"This old minister takes his leave!"
Li Xuan ignored him and took out a pill from the brocade box. He examined it carefully as he walked upstairs, eager to try the effects of the new pill. However, just as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard a silvery laugh behind him, followed by Yu Huatian saying, "This old minister greets Princess Baoyue!
" "I've come to find my father, is he inside?" As she spoke, she entered the palace and saw Li Xuan, running happily to his side. Seeing this, Yu Huatian wisely left quickly.
"You're bothering your father again," Li Xuan shook his head. "Tian, I don't have time to play with you. Go play somewhere else."
Li Xuan currently has three princes, but only one princess, Baoyue, so he dotes on her more. Furthermore, in his opinion, the other three princes lack talent and are nothing like him in personality—weak and complacent. Only this daughter is quite similar to him. Although she is only fourteen, she acts decisively and ruthlessly, and possesses a spirit of adventure, showing considerable potential to be an emperor. It's just a pity she's a girl; otherwise, Li Xuan would have already made her crown prince.
"Who said I came here just to play with Father?" Baoyue pouted. "I have serious business to attend to."
"Oh, what serious business? Tell me!" Li Xuan became interested; he knew his daughter always had unexpected actions.
Baoyue smiled, then mysteriously tiptoed and whispered in Li Xuan's ear. Li Xuan initially smiled, but his expression gradually turned serious. Finally, his eyes widened, and he said angrily, "Nonsense! Release her right now!"
"Why?" Princess Baoyue was quite surprised by Li Xuan's words. "Father, didn't you say that the Nangong family would be a threat to our court sooner or later, and that we must find a way to eliminate them as soon as possible? Now I'm helping you get rid of one without anyone knowing, isn't that good?"
A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Li Xuan's gloomy face as he said, "Elimination is inevitable, but not now. I already have a detailed plan for this matter, so don't add any complications for your father. Go quickly and release them. Even if you eliminate such a minor character, it won't reduce the threat of the Nangong family to the court in the slightest; it might even exacerbate it. Do you understand?"
Princess Baoyue was naturally intelligent, and after hearing Li Xuan's words, she immediately realized that she had indeed been reckless. Actually, when she first saw Nangong Xiuqi, she didn't think too much about it. Although she was cunning and clever, she was still just a little girl. When she saw Nangong Xiuqi naked from the waist down, she was filled with shock, shame, and anger. How could a noble princess like her have ever been so defiled? Just as she was about to order the guards to take him away, Nangong Xiuqi hurriedly explained to her. From his explanation, Princess Baoyue learned that he was Nangong Lingkong's son. This reminded her of her father's usual fear of the Nangong family and his desire to eliminate them. Thus, she conceived the idea of luring him into the palace and presenting him to her master. This way, she could both give her master a training tool and please her father, killing two birds with one stone.
"I understand, Father. I'll go and release him right away," Baoyue said somewhat discouragedly.
Li Xuan laughed heartily, "Baoyue, I know you want to share your father's burdens, that's good. If your three brothers were half as capable as you, I would be satisfied. It's a pity you're a woman, otherwise… sigh!" He shook his head slightly with regret.
"So what if I'm a woman? Women can still fight on the battlefield and achieve great things," Princess Baoyue retorted defiantly.
"Haha…" Li Xuan laughed and waved his hand, "Go on."
Princess Baoyue left Wuyang Palace looking dejected, not only because things hadn't gone smoothly, but also because of Li Xuan's words. Sometimes she hated being a woman; because of her, despite her superior talent and abilities compared to her three brothers, she still had no hope of inheriting the throne and reaching the pinnacle of power.
Thus, Princess Baoyue arrived at Siguo Palace, a secluded place, where only a few old eunuchs guarded the abandoned concubines imprisoned there. Baoyue walked straight through the long, secluded alley and stepped into the dilapidated gates of the Contemplation Palace. Since it wasn't the time for the concubines to be released from their posts, the abandoned concubines were all confined to their own ruined rooms, so the palace courtyard was empty, without a single person in sight.
Baoyue carefully walked along a moss-covered stone path. It was dark and cold, with sewage flowing everywhere and a terrible stench. Cries and screams could be heard from the dilapidated houses on either side, making it quite terrifying!
After a short while, Baoyue arrived at a crumbling house, pushed open the creaking wooden door that seemed ready to collapse at any moment, and passed through the front room into the back courtyard. This place was a stark contrast to the front room just a few steps away. The spacious and tidy courtyard had a row of tall ginkgo trees in front, their lush branches forming a natural barrier, blocking the view of the dilapidated house.
On either side of the courtyard stood two enormous Thousand-Petaled Petals, a flower unique to the Hua Tang Empire. Although it was early autumn, the flowers were still thriving, their bright red blossoms contrasting beautifully with the lush green foliage.
Bao Yue had no interest in appreciating them. She walked effortlessly through the backyard, where a row of buildings stood. Though not tall, even somewhat low, they were exquisite and magnificent. The dark red wooden doors, the carved window sills, and the red wooden pillars along the corridors all indicated that the inhabitants were nobles of high status and position.
This is the secret stronghold of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld. As a grandmaster of the demonic sects, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld is nearing sixty, but she possesses a remarkable ability to preserve her youthful appearance, looking no more than twenty. Forty years ago, she made a name for herself on the Yellow Earth Continent. Her actions are a mix of righteous and wicked, but she is mostly wicked, so most people in the martial arts world keep their distance.
Bao Yue encountered the Ghost Mother of the Underworld by chance during a trip outside the palace. The Ghost Mother found the young girl's demeanor very agreeable and took her as her disciple, a position she has held for three years. Therefore, despite her young age, Bao Yue is already a master
in the martial arts world. Bao Yue has kept her apprenticeship with the Ghost Mother of the Underworld a secret from everyone, not even Li Xuan. Previously, she would leave the palace every ten days to learn from the Ghost Mother of the Underworld. Two months ago, the Ghost Mother of the Underworld suddenly decided to practice a new demonic art. This art required a large number of female infants under three years old and strong men. Although she was a top-tier demon, few could rival her, Jing'an City, being the capital, was heavily guarded and home to many powerful figures. Therefore, to evade the authorities, she moved to the palace, as it was the safest place.
The Palace of Repentance, located in a remote and eerie place, was considered unlucky and rarely visited unless absolutely necessary. Thus, it became the safest place in the palace, and the Ghost Mother of the Underworld naturally established her secret hideout there. Using Bao Yue's privileges and her wealth, a magnificent building was quickly constructed within the Palace of Repentance. Apart from the few old eunuchs guarding the palace, no one else knew about it, and those eunuchs, under Bao Yue's coercion and enticement, dared not divulge a single word.
"This servant greets Your Highness!" A pretty girl in red appeared out of nowhere and bowed gracefully to Baoyue.
"Chunlan, where is my master?"
"Madam is practicing her martial arts in the secret chamber!"
"What about the man Master captured last night? Did Master use him for practice?"
"I'm afraid I don't know. Xiahe and Dongmei are serving Madam today," Chunlan replied respectfully.
"Alright, I understand." Baoyue didn't leave immediately, but instead looked at Chunlan kneeling before her with a slight smile, until Chunlan blushed and her breathing became slightly rapid.
"Lift your face up and let me take a good look!" Baoyue commanded.
Chunlan slowly raised her face, but dared not meet her gaze. With a smile on her lips, Baoyue slowly bent down, extending a slender finger to gently lift Chunlan's chin, her tone flirtatious as she said, "Little slut, have you missed me these past few days?"
Chunlan's face flushed crimson, her lips moved, and after a long while, she stammered, "Yes...yes..."
"Hehe, what a horny little bitch!" Baoyue patted Chunlan's cheek and giggled, "Alright, after I've seen my master, I'll take you back to the palace, and tonight I'll give you a good lesson, you little bitch." With that, she laughed and walked past Chunlan, who remained kneeling there, her crimson face filled with humiliation and fear, but also with a hint of anticipation.
Bao Yue was well aware of the demonic art practiced by the Ghost Mother of the Underworld. She knew that cultivating this art required the pure yin essence of a female infant and the yang essence of a man. Once one's yin and yang essence were absorbed, death was inevitable. However, Bao Yue knew that her master had several men by her side and wouldn't harm Nangong Xiuqi for the time being.
Entering the underground passage, Bao Yue heard the Ghost Mother of the Underworld laughing loudly before even reaching the secret chamber. Then she heard Xia He and Dong Mei's voices: "Congratulations, Madam, on the success of your divine art!"
Bao Yue was overjoyed and quickened her pace, exclaiming, "Master, you've mastered the Pregnancy Divine Art?"
"Haha, Bao Yue, you've come! Let me tell you, I've finally mastered the Pregnancy Divine Art! The speed was beyond my expectations!" The Ghost Mother of the Underworld's voice was incredibly gentle, a stark contrast to her previous demeanor.
"Really? Congratulations, Master! From now on, not only will you remain forever young, but your power will also increase by leaps and bounds, making you invincible across the entire Yellow Earth Continent!"
"Haha..." The Ghost Mother of the Underworld laughed heartily, "I wouldn't dare say you're invincible, but your eternal youth is certainly true! However, half the credit goes to you, Bao Yue, haha..."
"Me?"
"Yes! It's that kid you asked me to capture last night. This kid seems to possess extraordinary abilities. I guess his old man, Nangong Lingkong, gave him some kind of elixir or tonic. Not only are his abilities incredibly strong, but his essence is also extremely pure, allowing me to break through the Xuan Gate in one fell swoop, thus achieving great success."
"Ah!" Bao Yue exclaimed, "Master, you've already absorbed his primordial yang!"
"Hmm!" The Ghost Mother of the Underworld nodded, looking somewhat regretful. "If it weren't for his exceptionally pure primordial yang, a treasure for those who cultivate the Pregnancy Profound Art, I wouldn't have been willing to let him die so quickly from ejaculation. After all, men with such abundant resources and such superb skills in bed are quite rare." As she said this, her expression became somewhat intoxicated, as if she was still immersed in the ultimate pleasure of carnal desire.
"Ah! Oh no! Oh no!" Bao Yue stamped her feet repeatedly.
"What's wrong, Bao Yue? What's wrong?" The Ghost Mother of the Underworld glanced at her sideways.
Baoyue then told the Ghost Mother of the Underworld the whole story. Finally, she anxiously asked, "Master, what should we do now? What if Father blames us?"
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld pondered for a moment and said, "The person is already dead, and the body is buried on the rocky mountain behind. It's too late to say anything now. However, as long as you and I don't say anything, and the Emperor pretends not to know anything, even if Nangong Lingkong is highly skilled, he will never suspect that we killed his son."
"Master, how can you be so sure that old fellow Nangong Lingkong can't find out? I heard that guy is known as the number one martial arts master, and he holds an important position, commanding half of the troops. Even my father is somewhat wary of him. With his power and ability, finding out something shouldn't be too difficult for him, right?"
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld smiled arrogantly and said, "The number one martial arts master? I'd like to meet him sometime and see if he's really as powerful as the rumors say." She paused for a moment and then added, "But even if I don't look for him, he'll find a way to find me, haha..."
Bao Yue didn't quite understand what the Ghost Mother of the Underworld meant, and looked at her with puzzled eyes. The Ghost Mother of the Underworld smiled and said, "Go back and tell the Emperor not to worry." "Nangong Lingkong won't find anything, because someone saw me take his son away. If he wants to find anything, he'll first have to find me, and do you think he can find me so easily? And even if he does find me, do you think he can get anything out of me? Haha..."
Baoyue's eyes darted around, and she said happily, "Master is so resourceful! I'll go back and tell Father that the man has been released." After saying that, she took the hand of the Ghost Mother of the Underworld and said coquettishly, "Master, now that you've mastered the Pregnancy Divine Skill, when will you teach me?"
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld glanced at her only disciple and chuckled, "You little rascal, I've already passed on my signature skill, the Netherworld Ghost Fire, to you, and you still don't know?"
"Hehe, but I also wish I could stay young forever like Master! And with the Pregnancy Maiden's Mystic Art, the power of the Netherworld Ghost Fire would be greatly enhanced, wouldn't that be wonderful!"
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld Mountain poked Bao Yue's forehead with her slender jade finger and said, "Do you think the Pregnancy Maiden's Mystic Art is so easy to learn? You can't even think about learning it without decades of cultivation! And..." At this point, she let out a burst of giggles, and then continued, "You little rascal don't like doing 'that' with men, and to master this art, you must absorb yin to replenish yang."
"Yes, sigh, how come I didn't think of that? Oh well, never mind, I won't learn it!" Bao Yue didn't seem to care much, and tossed her head and said, "Master, I'll go back to the palace now."
"Hmm...wait, Baoyue, there's one more thing your master has to remind you of. I don't care who you like to play with or how you play with them, but the four maids Lanhe, Jumei, and Huimai are my personal maids. I've put a lot of effort into training them, so don't ruin them. Last time you played with Qiuju so much that she can't get out of bed yet. Don't do that again next time."
Baoyue giggled and stuck out her tongue, saying, "I know! This time I promise I won't play with Chunlan like Qiuju."
The Ghost Mother of Mingshan shook her head, her pretty face stern, and said, "You little rascal, you have plenty of maids in your palace, why do you have to target the maids around your master?"
"Hehe, Master, you don't know, those palace maids have no skill at all, their endurance is too low, they died after playing for a short while. It's much better with these four girls by your side, Master; they can withstand all sorts of novelties."
The Ghost Mother of the Underworld rolled her eyes at her, saying, "Do you think they're all indestructible? Every time they come back from your palace, I always have to use my healing arts to treat them, otherwise you would have crippled or killed them long ago."
"Hehe, I knew Master was so powerful! Alright, I'm off then!" (
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