The sequel to The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: Springtime at Plum Manor (Author: Unknown)

The sequel to *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: Springtime 　　at Plum Manor*, by an unknown author,
tells the story of Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying, who, after enduring countless hardships, finally find themselves united in marriage at Plum Manor on Lonely Hill by West Lake, where they play the melody of *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer* together. After their marriage, Linghu Chong entrusts the leadership of the Zha Sect to Yi Qing, while Yingying relinquishes the leadership of the Sun Moon Sect to Xiang Wentian. The two live in seclusion at Plum Manor, no longer concerned with the feuds and conflicts of the martial world.
Meanwhile, in the martial world, the righteous and evil factions have suffered heavy losses after numerous internal strife and bloodshed. Among the greatest martial arts masters of our time, Dongfang Bubai, Zuo Lengchan, and Ren Woxing have all passed away. Yue Buqun, who mastered the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique," died by Yilin's sword. Lin Pingzhi's martial arts were completely crippled, and he was imprisoned in the Plum Manor's dark dungeon. Abbot Fangzheng of Shaolin and Master Chongxu of Wudang are reclusive figures, detached from worldly affairs. The martial arts of those still in the martial world, such as Xiang Wentian and Master Mo Da, are inferior to Linghu Chong's Dugu Nine Swords. It can be said that in the world today, apart from the elusive and unknown Feng Qingyang of Mount Hua, no one is a match for Linghu Chong. Furthermore, Linghu Chong is the husband of the former leader of the Sun Moon Sect, the eldest daughter of the sect. Therefore, although he is no longer in the martial world, he is implicitly recognized by both the righteous and evil factions as the greatest martial arts master of our time. The Plum Manor on Lonely Mountain, where Linghu Chong and his wife resided, was a sacred place revered by everyone in the martial arts world. In recent years, an unwritten rule had emerged: martial artists who passed within a five-foot radius of the manor must lay down their swords as a sign of respect for Linghu Chong and his wife.
Given the manor's current status in the martial arts world, one would expect it to be thriving with numerous servants, but the reality was quite different. The original owners of the manor were the Four Friends of Jiangnan. The eldest, Huang Zhonggong, committed suicide. The only survivors, Old Bald Pen Weng and the fourth, Dan Qingsheng, along with their second brother, Hei Baizi, whose internal energy had been completely absorbed by Linghu Chong and who was now crippled, had left the manor with all their servants after Linghu Chong's marriage and settled elsewhere. At this moment, besides Linghu Chong and his wife and Lin Pingzhi in the dark prison, only a few elderly, deaf and mute servants were responsible for food, cleaning, and caring for Lin Pingzhi in prison. People in the martial arts world all say that Linghu Chong and his wife are frugal and therefore don't need many servants, but they don't know that there's actually a reason behind it...
After Linghu Chong retired, he spent his days practicing the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing, taught by Master Fang Zheng. This internal energy cultivation method was very helpful in expelling the foreign internal energy from his body. However, the Yi Jin Jing is profound and complex, and even with Linghu Chong's exceptional comprehension, his progress was still very slow. Therefore, he also passed on the Yi Jin Jing to Yingying, hoping that the couple could practice together and verify each other's understanding, which would surely help them achieve mastery sooner.
Although Linghu Chong's swordsmanship was unparalleled, his understanding of internal energy was shallow. Despite guidance from Master Fangzheng, he was far inferior to Yingying, who had practiced the Sun Moon Sect's internal energy for many years. Yingying explained the various difficult points in the scriptures to Linghu Chong, and the couple practiced the *Yi Jin Jing* together. Their progress was indeed rapid; within a few months, they had achieved some success. Not only did their internal strength greatly increase, but they also both began to master the technique of shifting meridians and changing positions. The *Yi Jin Jing* possessed wondrous and unpredictable power. Upon mastery, all the meridians in the body could be moved at will, and internal energy trembled unimpeded. Its power was truly awe-inspiring, which is why Shaolin Temple, the origin of martial arts, regarded it as the temple's most precious divine skill, traditionally passed down only to the direct descendants, let alone outsiders.
However, when Linghu Chong and his wife reached the step of shifting meridians in their practice of the *Yi Jin Jing*, they discovered something amiss. Before each time they needed to regulate their internal energy, they had to shift some meridians, and with each shift, their internal energy surged violently. Originally, the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) contained various methods teaching how to regulate one's internal energy and circulate it throughout the body to increase one's power by a thousandfold in a day. However, although Linghu Chong and his wife were able to regulate their energy and increase their power rapidly by practicing the methods in the book, they would feel an unbearable burning desire in their chests after each practice. The couple had to engage in marital relations to relieve the fire in their hearts! Fortunately, the two were already husband and wife, so this was not a big deal. However, although Linghu Chong appeared to be a dissolute playboy, he was actually a very proper gentleman; and his reputation for being shy and timid was known throughout the world. After practicing the Yi Jin Jing, the two of them underwent a huge change in their relationship with men and women. After each practice session, the two had to indulge in sexual intercourse. Their desire to practice the "Yi Jin Jing" grew stronger day by day. After a year, they could hardly go a day without practicing, and of course, they couldn't go a day without sexual intercourse. Sometimes, when the mood struck them, they would not wait to go to their room and would have sex right there in the Plum Manor. The Plum Manor was a place of springtime beauty everywhere... This is why there was no one else in the manor except for a few deaf and mute servant women. After all, these old servant women were both deaf and mute. Although they could see, they had no one to talk to. The
"Yi Jin Jing" was originally a Buddhist divine skill. Why would it cause the practitioner to have a heightened sex drive? It turns out that the meridians in the human body are innate. Heaven has its own reasons for creating things. Forcibly using acquired power to practice Yi Jin Jing, although it may lead to mastering unparalleled divine skills, is a great violation of the harmony of nature. In the martial arts world, there are various techniques that involve self-mutilation to cultivate profound skills, such as the "Sunflower Manual" and the "Evil-Repelling Swordplay," which require castration for practice, and the Kongtong Sect's "Seven Injury Fist," which injures the user before injuring the opponent, and so on. It is said that the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) is one of the two great divine skills created by Bodhidharma, and is considered one of the treasures of Shaolin Temple, alongside the "Marrow Washing Classic," ranking above the Seventy-Two Arts. However, this is not actually the case. The original creator of this skill was an unknown, legendary monk, a fourth-generation descendant of Bodhidharma. After creating the skill, he did not want posterity to know his name, so he attributed it to Bodhidharma. This monk, besides being proficient in Shaolin internal energy cultivation, also traveled far and wide to study various Buddhist techniques. To eliminate the harm caused by the unnatural Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) using boundless Buddhist teachings, he secluded himself in Tibet for ten years, meticulously studying the supreme "Great Bliss Divine Skill" of Tantric Buddhism. This Tantric skill originally required cultivation through a practice called "Secret Great Bliss Meditation," a method of achieving liberation and Nirvana through sexual intercourse between a man and a woman. Cultivating this method was extremely dangerous; Guru Rinpoche (Padmasambhava) likened it to "plucking hair from a tiger's mouth or taking a pearl from a poisonous snake's mouth." Fortunately, the Shaolin monk's mastery of both martial arts and Buddhist teachings was unparalleled throughout history. After ten years of arduous practice, he discovered a method to independently cultivate the "Great Bliss Divine Skill" using supreme Buddhist teachings, integrating it into his own "Yi Jin Jing" (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic). Therefore, his "Yi Jin Jing" naturally contained elements of the "Great Bliss Divine Skill," using the miraculous effect of the union of heaven and man within this skill to eliminate the harm caused by the unnatural Yi Jin Jing. However, it also requires practitioners to have considerable attainments in both martial arts and Buddhism, so that they will not be affected by the lustful desires brought about by the "Great Joy Divine Skill" when practicing this skill.
Historically, those who practiced the "Yi Jin Jing" were all highly accomplished monks of Shaolin Temple. Before practicing this skill, they had already thoroughly studied profound Buddhist teachings, purified their six senses, and their martial arts skills were naturally outstanding within Shaolin Temple, thus avoiding this problem. For thousands of years, the Yi Jin Jing has never been passed on to outsiders, so even Master Fangzheng himself was unaware that the Yi Jin Jing's power had such an effect. Linghu Chong and his wife were the first laypeople in a thousand years to have the opportunity to practice the Yi Jin Jing. Neither of them practiced Buddhism, so naturally they could not resist the temptation of the "Great Joy Divine Skill." Fortunately, this skill was greatly beneficial when practiced together as a couple, and it also helped in practicing the internal strength of the Yi Jin Jing; however, the couple's nature inevitably became very lustful.
On this day, Linghu Chong and his wife finished their practice and went to their room together. The two were already accustomed to daily lovemaking, and now they smiled at each other, helping each other remove their clothes. After Linghu Chong practiced the "Yi Jin Jing," his muscles naturally became much firmer, especially his penis, which was more than twice as thick and long as before he started practicing, far exceeding that of ordinary people. Moreover, his energy was almost inexhaustible. Every time he made love with Yingying, he could make her ejaculate repeatedly before he finally ejaculated, and he could regain his vigor in no time afterward. Yingying's body had become much more voluptuous after practicing the technique. Although her waist was still slender, her breasts had become increasingly full, and her face was radiant. Compared to her virginity before marriage, she now possessed the alluring beauty of a mature woman. After they undressed, Linghu Chong picked up Yingying and placed her on the bed, smiling at her, "My wife, were you waiting anxiously? I'm coming!"
Yingying cried out, "Chonglang...give it to me..." Her two fair legs were already wide open, waiting for Linghu Chong's huge rod to arrive. Linghu Chong pounced on the bed, his penis probing his beloved wife's lower body. Yingying's cave was already wet and thirsty.
Linghu Chong thrust his huge rod forward, opening Yingying's jade gate, and with the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, he went straight to the bottom. Yingying cried out, "Ouch..." and her two jade legs quickly wrapped around Linghu Chong's waist, her feet pushing hard, allowing Linghu Chong's huge penis to penetrate even deeper.
"Chonglang...oh...oh...it's so beautiful...oh..." With each thrust of Linghu Chong, Yingying's moans continued. Encouraged, Linghu Chong accelerated his thrusts, pressing his body against Yingying's soft, snow-white form, and chuckled, "My wife, you've been moaning louder and louder these past few days. Have you forgotten what you said back then?"
A blush rose to Yingying's face; she knew her husband was mocking their early days of intimacy. Back then, before they had practiced the "Yi Jin Jing" martial art, Yingying was extremely shy during their intimate moments. She would silently allow Linghu Chong to penetrate her, daring not to utter a sound. Linghu Chong had once asked her to moan, but she told him that it was something lowly women did to please men, and she was furious about it, forbidding him from near her body for a whole month. Unexpectedly, after practicing her martial arts, her behavior in bed gradually became more wanton. During intercourse, she not only made constant lewd noises, but the sounds were deafening, almost audible throughout the entire Plum Manor.
At this moment, Yingying's eyes were hazy with desire as she scolded her husband, "Chonglang...you're so naughty...you just tease me..."
Linghu Chong chuckled and stopped talking, his penis continuing to thrust in and out of Yingying's vagina. Amidst the "plop, plop" sounds of their genitals colliding, Linghu Chong became more and more vigorous, while simultaneously lowering his head to suckle Yingying's bright red nipple, gently nibbling it with his teeth. Under the combined assault from above and below, Yingying's whole body itched, and her moans became even more wanton: "Chonglang...husband...ah...ah...you...move faster...I...I'm going to...die...oh...Chonglang..." As she spoke, her body trembled violently.
At this moment, Linghu Chong felt that with the trembling, hot vaginal fluid was being released in waves from deep within Yingying's vagina, knowing that his wife had reached the peak of pleasure under his thrusting. This was the perfect opportunity for cultivation. Linghu Chong activated his "Yi Jin Jing" divine skill, his massive penis firmly inserted into the deepest part of Yingying's vagina, the glans pressing against the opening of her uterus. He channeled his power, absorbing all the vaginal fluid released by Yingying onto his penis, then drawing it into his body through the urethral opening. He stopped thrusting, allowing the absorbed vaginal fluid to mix with his internal energy and circulate throughout his body. As this internal energy circulated for one full cycle, Linghu Chong felt refreshed, knowing that his skill had progressed again. Then, Linghu Chong helped the limp Yingying, who had just released her vaginal fluid, to sit up, turning her over so that she was kneeling on the bed with her hands and knees in a doggy-style position. Linghu Chong then inserted his penis into Yingying's vagina again from behind, simultaneously using his power to make his penis appear even larger. The relentless thrusting caused Yingying's head to arch upwards, her almond-shaped face flushed with desire, her alluring eyes hazy and dreamy, only able to utter incoherent moans of "Eh, eh, eh." Stimulated
by Yingying's seductive state, Linghu Chong became even more frenzied. His massive member thrust in and out with incredible speed, while simultaneously his hands gripped Yingying's full breasts tightly, kneading them mercilessly, driving her to the brink of ecstasy.
Under Linghu Chong's repeated assaults, Yingying quickly reached her climax, her vaginal muscles convulsing as she ejaculated again. Seeing this, Linghu Chong, unwilling to let his beloved wife deplete her vital essence, roared and thrust his massive member deep into Yingying's cervix, his thick semen gushing out in a powerful ejaculation.
Yingying screamed as she welcomed her husband's penetration. Only after Linghu Chong had finished ejaculating and withdrawn his massive member did she manage to support her delicate body, collapsing softly into his arms. Linghu Chong channeled his inner energy into Yingying's body, invigorating her. She quickly calmed her mind and focused on absorbing Linghu Chong's yang essence.
Linghu Chong gently held his beloved wife, and after she finished her cultivation, he leaned down and lightly kissed Yingying's cherry lips. Yingying responded passionately, their tongues intertwining tightly for a long time before finally parting.
After a passionate kiss, Linghu Chong chuckled, "My wife, the longer we practice this divine skill, the more wanton you become in bed. The sounds you made just now were truly... hehe."
Yingying, her face flushed, pushed him away, saying, "I only did that because you made me practice that weird skill... and now you're making fun of me."
Linghu Chong quickly embraced Yingying, saying, "This Yi Jin Jing divine skill is a legitimate Xuanmen technique, how could it be some evil skill? My wife, since we started practicing it, I..." "Only now has Linghu Chong experienced the ultimate joy in the human world. Haven't you?"
Yingying nodded gently and said, "Chonglang, haven't I felt the same way? Ever since we started practicing this skill together, I..." As she spoke, Yingying lowered her head and buried it in Linghu Chong's arms, whispering, "I've realized that so much of my time before was wasted. Chonglang, I just don't understand, this divine skill is clearly a Buddhist skill, so why would it make us... make us..." At this moment, Yingying's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.
Linghu Chong smiled, placing his hands on Yingying's two beautiful breasts, gently stroking them as he said, "My wife, why worry so much? This divine skill can heal the foreign true energy within me without harming either of us. It can even improve our internal strength daily, so why fret? Besides..." Linghu Chong increased the pressure of his caresses on Yingying's breasts, "It allows us, husband and wife, to share the ultimate pleasure of union. How can such a thing be wrong?"
Yingying blushed, looking at her husband, and said, "You always have such filthy thoughts, Chonglang. To be honest, practicing with you... with you... is extremely... extremely blissful, but lately I've become more and more..." "The more...the less I can...sigh." Yingying said, patting Linghu Chong's chest heavily. "It's all your fault! How can I talk about this embarrassing thing!"
Linghu Chong laughed and said, "What exactly are you talking about, my wife? The less I can do it?"
Yingying pressed her burning face against Linghu Chong's face, her cherry lips close to his ear, and whispered, "Chonglang, your...that thing...it's getting bigger and bigger lately. I...I almost always let you...let you...I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it soon..." Yingying could be completely unrestrained when she was with Linghu Chong, but she was still shy at other times. She spoke these words intermittently, almost unable to finish.
Linghu Chong smiled at his beloved wife in his arms and said, "My wife, to be honest, I've noticed it too. Since I started practicing, my manhood has more than doubled in length and thickness, and it's still growing every day. Perhaps this is the miraculous effect of the Yi Jin Jing... But it's fortunate, otherwise how could I possibly handle you?"
Yingying blushed, but then her expression turned serious. She said, "Chonglang, I've been thinking about something these past few days, and I want to discuss it with you."
Seeing his wife's serious tone, Linghu Chong dared not tease her any longer and quickly asked, "What is it?"
Yingying said, "Chonglang, we've been living in seclusion at Plum Manor, practicing the Yi Jin Jing... divine skill. Although we don't envy the immortals, but... but the more powerful your skills become..." She glanced shyly at Linghu Chong's enormous member and continued, "Then... then..." "The more unbearable it is, the
better it is for now. But I'm afraid that one day I will make you, Chonglang, give...you give..." Linghu Chong tenderly kissed his beloved wife's ear and smiled, "My wife, are you blaming me for not being gentle enough? I will be gentler from now on."
Yingying shook her head and said, "Chonglang, I only want to make you happy, how could I blame you? I'm just afraid that one day my body will no longer be able to satisfy you...Besides...besides...I know that you suffer a lot during my period every month."
Linghu Chong was silent. Indeed, after practicing the Yi Jin Jing, he felt unbearably hot if he didn't have sex for a day. Yingying suffered a lot during her period every month, but if they had sex during her period, it would greatly reduce their strength, so there was nothing he could do. Seeing his expression, Yingying continued, "Therefore, I thought I'd help you take a few concubines, Chonglang. Firstly, so you won't go hungry for a few days every month, and secondly... it would also be a way to share the burden..."
Linghu Chong was greatly surprised to hear this and looked at Yingying. He knew that Yingying was proud and arrogant. A year ago, even if he glanced at other women a few times, it would make her very unhappy. Why would she now advise him to take Xiaoxing as a concubine? It must be because her temperament had changed after practicing the divine skill. Although Linghu Chong was pleased, he dared not be too presumptuous in front of his beloved wife and quickly said, "What are you saying, my wife? We, as husband and wife, can discuss this further. Why think about such pointless things?"
Yingying chuckled and said, "Chonglang, do you really not want to?" Linghu Chong hesitated for a moment, then Yingying smiled and said, "Chonglang, since I've said it, I've already made up my mind. You don't need to worry about it. I'm doing this so that we can grow old together as husband and wife. Go ahead and do it, don't be afraid."
Linghu Chong then believed that his beloved wife wasn't just testing him, and he was both surprised and delighted. He pondered, "But where can I find a concubine right now?"
Yingying smiled and said, "Chonglang, you're young and charming; countless beautiful women in the world are after you." " He's completely infatuated... Isn't there someone right here? Junior Sister Yilin is young and beautiful, more beautiful than a fairy, and her love for you is as deep as the sea. Why don't we just let her return to secular life?"
Linghu Chong smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Junior Sister Yilin is the most devout of all, and she has received a great deal of kindness from her sect. To return to secular life, she needs her master's permission. Now that Abbess Dingxian has long since passed away, how can she possibly return to secular life?"
Yingying nodded, pondered for a while, and suddenly laughed, "Chonglang, you see, I'm really confused. That person has long been deeply in love with you, how come I can't remember for a moment?"
"You mean..."
"Naturally, it's Leader Lan of the Five Immortals Sect. She once saved your life by cutting her own blood, and later, when she spoke of your heroic spirit, she was deeply impressed."
Linghu Chong immediately recalled Lan Fenghuang's alluring appearance. Lan Fenghuang was a few years older than Yingying and slightly younger than Linghu Chong. She was known for her seductive charm and was a renowned beauty in the martial arts world. However, her Five Poisons Sect had a terrible reputation, and this woman was covered in poisons. What ordinary man would dare to mess with her? "Her? I'm afraid..." Linghu Chong hesitated, remaining silent.
Yingying knew what her husband was worried about, and smiled, "Chonglang, don't worry. I know Sister Lan quite well, and I know her character better than anyone. Don't let her appearance fool you; she often tells me that she uses poisons because she has no choice while traveling the martial world. If she meets a suitable husband, she will never touch poisons again, even if it means giving up all her poison skills. Moreover, given her feelings for you, Chonglang, she will definitely be willing to become your concubine."
Linghu Chong was relieved. Seeing Yingying's excited expression, which was because she had found a suitable concubine for him, he felt grateful. He thought to himself, "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?" He smiled and said, "My wife, whatever you say is fine. That's all for the future. Right now, I only have you as my beloved wife. How about we continue practicing our skills?"
After saying that, he lay down on the bed, helped Yingying up, and had her straddle him. The penis found Yingying's beautiful opening, and the couple once again made love, filling the room with springtime passion.
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The next day, Yingying sent a servant to Hangzhou to deliver a letter she had written herself to the followers of the Sun Moon Sect in Hangzhou, asking them to forward it to Lan Fenghuang in Yunnan. The letter didn't elaborate, only saying that they hadn't seen each other for years and that she missed him dearly, hoping he could come to Plum Manor for a reunion.
More than a month passed, and the messenger still hadn't returned. Linghu Chong was itching with anticipation, but considering the long distance to Yunnan, he had no choice but to wait. Fortunately, with Yingying's deliberate flattery, the couple immersed themselves in desire day after day, which provided some solace.
One day, a carrier pigeon arrived, bringing news from the followers of the Sun Moon Sect's Hangzhou branch. After their marriage, Linghu Chong and Yingying were terrified that someone from the sect might suddenly visit and catch them enjoying themselves at the manor. Therefore, Yingying had instructed the branch to keep carrier pigeons so that any messages could be sent first, and only after receiving a reply could they report back. Linghu Chong hurriedly unwrapped the note brought by the pigeon, only to be greatly disappointed. The note wasn't about Lan Fenghuang, but rather a message from the sect leader that someone from the main branch of the Divine Sect wanted to visit Plum Manor—someone Linghu Chong knew very well. Linghu Chong and Yingying were baffled. Thinking that Xiang Wentian wouldn't do anything pointless, they replied, instructing the branch to send the guest immediately.
Less than four hours after the pigeon's flight, they heard someone outside the manor requesting an audience. There were no servants at the gate of Plum Manor, so Linghu Chong and his wife personally opened the main gate to greet them. Leading the group was a branch leader of the Sun Moon Sect's Hangzhou branch, followed by two sedan chair bearers carrying a small blue cloth sedan chair; nothing else was there.
The branch leader, surnamed Mi, was in charge of liaison between Plum Manor and the branch. Recognizing Linghu Chong and his wife, he immediately knelt and bowed, saying, "Your subordinate, Mi Yiwen of the Hangzhou branch, pays respects to Leader Ren and Hero Linghu!" Yingying was the former leader of the sect, and although she had stepped down, everyone still addressed her as "Leader.
" Yingying nodded, and Linghu Chong said to Branch Leader Mi, "Branch Leader Mi, no need for such formalities, please rise." Before stepping down, Yingying had abolished all the flattering phrases like "May you reign for eternity and unify the martial world" within the Sun Moon Sect. Mi Yiwen knew that Linghu Chong disliked servility, so after paying his respects to Yingying, he stood up.
"Master Mi, may I ask which member of the main altar wishes to see Linghu Chong?"
Mi Yiwen nodded and replied, "The main altar has ordered that I not speak further. The person inside the sedan chair will be immediately recognizable to Hero Linghu. Please forgive me for not speaking further; I will take my leave now." With that, he clasped his hands in a gesture
of respect, instructing the sedan chair bearers to gently lower the chair, and then bowed and took his leave. After he left, Linghu Chong and his wife looked at each other, unsure who was inside the sedan chair. Linghu Chong walked to the sedan chair, bowed, and said, "May I ask which friend from the main altar wishes to see Linghu Chong?"
The person inside did not answer. Linghu Chong waited for a while, growing impatient, and was about to lift the curtain when a faint voice suddenly came from inside: "Chong'er, is that you?"
Linghu Chong trembled violently, his mouth agape, staring blankly at the sedan chair. He had known that voice intimately since childhood; it was the voice of the person he respected most in the world!
"Master...Master...Master..." Linghu Chong stammered, unable to utter a single word. He knew all too well that the owner of that voice should have long since passed away.
The sedan curtain slowly opened, and a beautiful middle-aged woman, around forty years old, dressed in coarse gray cloth, her hair tied up with a hairpin, slowly stepped out. Not only Linghu Chong, but even Yingying beside him was stunned! This beautiful woman was none other than Ning Zhongze, Linghu Chong's master's wife, the wife of Yue Buqun, the former head of the Huashan Sect, who had already committed suicide—"Peerless, Unrivaled, Ning Family Sword"!
Madam Yue walked gracefully to Linghu Chong and said with a smile, "Chong'er, don't you even recognize your master's wife?"
"Master...Master's wife! It's you!...Master's wife!" Linghu Chong saw it clearly, and who else could it be but his master's wife who had raised him since childhood? He immediately burst into tears, his knees buckled, and he knelt down in front of Madam Yue. Madam Yue hurriedly helped Linghu Chong up, saying, "Chong'er, get up quickly, let your master's wife see you..."
Linghu Chong raised his head, sobbing, "Master's wife, am I still dreaming? How...how..."
Madam Yue smiled through her tears, saying, "Chong'er, your master's wife is not dead...Heaven has mercy, we can still meet again!"
It turned out that on that day, Madam Yue learned that her husband had castrated himself to practice the Lin family's "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique." Heartbroken, she was taken advantage of by several elders of the Demonic Sect and kidnapped to the mouth of the valley. There, she witnessed Yue Buqun slandering Linghu Chong to cover up his castration. Her husband of half her life was such a person. Madam Yue was filled with despair, feeling that life was meaningless. She had married such a despicable and shameless man as Yue Buqun. If she didn't kill him, she would have no choice but to commit suicide. In a moment of madness, she took a dagger and cut her own throat. The dagger pierced her heart, and she died instantly.
In his grief, Linghu Chong buried her next to his daughter Yue Lingshan's grave, but there was nowhere to find a coffin in the valley. He could only bury her shallowly. Little did he know that although the sword wound to Madam Yue's heart had temporarily silenced her, she was not actually dead. After being unconscious for several hours, she awoke and struggled to sit up. Fortunately, the grave dug by Linghu Chong and his wife was extremely shallow, and Madam Yue, despite her severe injuries and weakness, was able to break free of the grave.
At that time, Linghu Chong and his wife, Yue Buqun, and the elders of the Demonic Sect had already left. Madam Yue, already severely injured, had struggled to escape the acupoint, greatly weakening her body. Unable to hold on any longer, she fainted again. Fortunately, by sheer coincidence, a woman soon passed through the valley and saw her lying on the ground. She came to check on
her. This woman was none other than the wife of the "murderous physician" Ping Yizhi, who had been ordered by Ping Yizhi to have the Six Immortals of Peach Valley protect Linghu Chong along the river. She recognized Madam Yue from that brief encounter. Ping Yizhi had died of grief and anger because he couldn't cure the foreign internal energy within Linghu Chong. Upon seeing the dying Madam Yue, Madam Ping thought that this woman was Linghu Chong's master's wife, and if she could save her, it would be a comfort to her husband's spirit in heaven. Therefore, she pressed several major acupoints on Madam Yue's wounds, then carried her on her shoulder and took her back.
Although Madam Yue had temporarily escaped death, her injuries remained extremely severe. She remained unconscious for four months before regaining some consciousness. Madam Ping, whose medical skills were learned from her husband Ping Yizhi, was considered one of the best doctors of the time. Under her meticulous care, it took more than half a year for Madam Yue's injuries to improve slightly. However, Madam Yue's injury was to her heart meridian, and for her to fully recover, she needed Ping Yizhi's skillful technique of opening the chest and repairing the meridians, something Madam Ping was not capable of. Therefore, Madam Yue received treatment from Madam Ping for over a year, only recovering to normal last month. It was a pity that all the martial arts skills she had painstakingly honed throughout her life were now lost. Madam Ping also informed Madam Yue that her heart meridian was damaged, and after her husband's death, no one in the world could heal her injuries. That year, thanks to the various precious medicinal herbs she used to protect her heart meridian, the effects of the medicine had their limits. She could only extend her life by another six months. After six months, Madam Yue's heart meridian would surely break, and even if Hua Tuo were reborn or Bian Que were resurrected, they would be powerless to help.
Madam Yue smiled sadly and said that she was already a dead person, and that she had already been given a second chance at life this year. Moreover, she still had six months to live, so what regrets did she have? Madam Yue was kind and insightful. Madam Ping had spent many years with her and naturally became much closer to her. She asked her what she had to do in the next six months. Madam Yue pondered for a long time and said that her husband and daughter had all passed away. The only person she cared about in the world was her eldest disciple, Linghu Chong, whom she had raised from childhood and treated as her own son. She wanted to see him one last time before she died. Although Madam Ping was a member of the Sun Moon Sect, she knew little about the affairs of the martial world. She only knew that Linghu Chong and Ren Yingying, the leader of the Divine Sect, had married, but she knew nothing about Yingying's resignation as leader and her seclusion with Linghu Chong at Plum Manor. Thinking that Linghu Chong, having married the sect leader, must be living on Blackwood Cliff, she hired a carriage and personally escorted Madam Yue to the Blackwood Cliff headquarters.
Upon arrival at Blackwood Cliff, members of the Sun Moon Sect informed their leader, Xiang Wentian. Xiang Wentian, knowing that Madam Yue was the person Linghu Chong respected most in the world, quickly ordered her escorted to Hangzhou, which led to today's events.
Linghu Chong had thought he and his master's wife were separated by death, with no hope of ever seeing each other again. How could he not be overjoyed to see her again today? He hurriedly welcomed her into Plum Manor. Madam Yue entered Plum Manor, and Linghu Chong led her into a room. There, she saw a memorial tablet with the names of her mentor Yue Buqun, her junior sister Yue Lingshan, and herself inscribed on it. Linghu Chong chuckled and picked up the tablet, saying, "Master's wife, how foolish I am! You've been living well these past few years, yet I've been offering sacrifices to you here every day."
Madam Yue sighed inwardly. She knew her husband, Yue Buqun, had plotted against Linghu Chong at every turn, and her daughter had been unfaithful to him before her death. She hadn't expected Linghu Chong to still hold them in such high esteem. After a pause, Madam Yue smiled broadly, "Silly child, there's no need to remove that tablet. I only have six months to live."
Linghu Chong was shocked and quickly asked why. Madam Yue told him about her damaged heart meridian and the difficulty in healing her injuries. Linghu Chong knew that only Ping Yizhi possessed the skill of transferring meridians and reversing pulses, and now that Ping Yizhi was dead, and Madam Ping did not understand that divine art, there was naturally no one who could save his master's wife's injuries. Thinking that his master's wife only had six months to live, he couldn't help but cry again.
Madam Yue gently comforted him, saying that it was already a blessing from heaven that they, master and disciple, could be together for another six months; how could they ask for more? Linghu Chong then slowly stopped crying.
Linghu Chong immediately went to Hangzhou to hire people to clean and renovate Plum Manor, and then vacated the main room where he and his wife lived for Madam Yue to live in, while he and Yingying moved to the next room. The Hangzhou branch had already purchased all the clothing, furnishings, and other necessities suitable for middle-aged women, and moved everything to Plum Manor. Madam Yue then settled into Plum Manor, wearing mourning clothes every day, with a white flower pinned to her head, as if she were wearing mourning clothes for her husband. Although she despised Yue Buqun's character, they had been husband and wife for half their lives, and their affection remained. Besides, death is the end, and as his widow, Madam Yue couldn't hold too much hatred for Yue Buqun's many misdeeds. Fortunately, Linghu Chong treated her like his own mother, paying his respects daily and frequently visiting to keep her company and relieve her boredom, so she wasn't lonely.
There was only one thing Madam Yue couldn't bring herself to say. It turned out that the sounds of Linghu Chong and Yingying making love in their room every night could be faintly heard in Madam Yue's room, and it seemed to happen every night. Madam Yue thought that young people are full of passion, and with Yingying being such a beautiful woman, she couldn't blame him. She only wanted to remind him not to indulge in such things too often, lest he damage his vitality, but how could she say it aloud? She could only secretly scold Linghu Chong for not taking care of his body, thinking that she needed to find a time to talk to Yingying about this matter.
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Unbeknownst to them, Madam Zhongyue had been staying at Plum Manor for a month. One day, Yingying was practicing her double-edged sword technique, the "Water-Parting Moth Eyebrow Dagger," in the courtyard, while Linghu Chong watched from the side, occasionally offering pointers. Just then, a carrier pigeon flew in from the sky; another message had arrived from the branch headquarters.
Yingying picked up the letter brought by the pigeon and, upon reading it, couldn't help but beam with joy. He said, "Brother Chong, what a joyous occasion! It's you..." Before he could finish speaking, a giggle came from above, "What joyous occasion is it now? It's just me." The voice was so gentle yet captivating. Linghu Chong looked up and saw a beautiful young woman standing gracefully. She wore a blue cotton shirt and trousers with white floral patterns, and an embroidered apron from her chest to her knees. The colors were vibrant and dazzling. She wore a pair of enormous gold earrings, each the size of a wine glass. She looked to be about ten years old, with slightly yellow skin and large, jet-black eyes. A colorful belt around her waist was blown forward by the wind, revealing two snow-white bare feet. Who else could it be but Lan Fenghuang, the leader of the Five Poisons Sect?
As Lan Fenghuang spoke, her bare feet exerted a little force, and she landed beside Linghu Chong and Yingying like a phoenix descending, accompanied by a refreshing fragrance. She first smiled at Linghu Chong and said, "Brother, it's been a long time. How have you been?"
Linghu Chong smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond. Fortunately, Lan Fenghuang had already turned to face Yingying, knelt on one knee, and said, "Your subordinate, Lan Fenghuang of the Five Immortals Sect, greets the Holy Maiden!" The rules of the Sun Moon Sect were strict. Although Lan Fenghuang was on good terms with both Linghu Chong and Yingying, and could joke and laugh freely with Linghu Chong when they met, she dared not be disrespectful to the former sect leader, Yingying.
Yingying quickly helped Lan Fenghuang up, saying, "Sister Lan... there's no need for such formality. I'm no longer the leader of the Sun Moon Divine Sect. We can just address each other as sisters."
Lan Fenghuang beamed with joy, stood up, and said, "Holy Maiden, you flatter me. How could I dare to address you as a sister?"
Yingying laughed, "Alright, alright, you call him elder brother, but why can't you call me younger sister? Do you think there's any difference in our relationship?"
"Holy Maiden... this..." Lan Fenghuang and Linghu Chong were about the same age, around ten years old, and they had addressed each other as brother and sister since their first meeting on the river. She was naturally several years older than Yingying, but one was the Holy Maiden and former leader of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, who once held the power of life and death over tens of thousands of members, while the other was merely the leader of a gang under the sect in Yunnan. Their statuses were too different, so how could she possibly accept such an address?
"Alright, sister, do you know why my husband and I asked you to come here?" Yingying asked with a smile.
"I don't know either, I was just about to ask the Holy Maiden!" Lan Fenghuang replied with a smile.
Yingying glanced at Linghu Chong, a blush rising to her face, and laughed, "You should ask your brother Linghu, he's the one who asked you to come."
Linghu Chong was greatly embarrassed and hurriedly said, "Sister, it's nothing. We haven't seen each other for many years, how about we have a few drinks first?" He then welcomed Lan Fenghuang into the living room, and after a few cups of good wine, Yingying told Lan Fenghuang about their thoughts.
Lan Fenghuang was a Miao woman, and she didn't take matters of the heart as seriously as the Han people. Moreover, she practiced poison arts and often needed to have intercourse with men to expel the poison accumulated in her body. Furthermore, since she met Linghu Chong a few years ago, she had secretly fallen in love with him, but because he was the beloved of the Holy Maiden, she dared not make a move on him. Now, hearing Yingying's words, she was promised to stay by Linghu Chong's side for life. Although it meant taking a lower position, she was not a virgin and didn't value the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children as much as the Han people, so she was naturally overjoyed and readily agreed.
Linghu Chong was overjoyed and rushed to the backyard to inform Madam Yue of his plan to take a concubine.
Although Madam Yue found Lan Fenghuang alluring and her reputation for promiscuity widespread, she felt she was far from a suitable match for Linghu Chong. However, seeing his delighted expression, she couldn't bear to spoil his mood and readily agreed with a smile.
Yingying then directed several servants to the city to buy festive items, and that very day, the entire Plum Manor was decorated. While not extravagant, the decorations and lanterns created a festive atmosphere. People of the martial world naturally didn't concern themselves with auspicious dates, and since it was a concubine's acquisition, there was no need for the traditional six rites. That very evening, Lan Fenghuang, dressed in a green silk dress, was carried into the Plum Manor through a side gate in a small sedan chair. Linghu Chong thus gained another concubine. After the ceremony, Madam Yue returned to her room to rest. Yingying escorted Linghu Chong and Lan Fenghuang to their bridal chamber, closed the door with a smile, and led several maids to tidy up.
The next day, Yingying got up early and went to Linghu Chong's room, pushing the door open. She saw Linghu Chong, shirtless, still fast asleep, while Lan Fenghuang, wearing a green bodice that revealed her voluptuous figure, was gazing at Linghu Chong with affection.
Yingying chuckled softly, startling Lan Fenghuang, who then saw Yingying enter. She hurriedly tried to get up to greet her, but as she moved, Yingying's delicate brows furrowed, and she cried out, "Ouch!"
"Sister!" Yingying said with a smile, "But last night, your husband didn't know how to cherish you, and... he... he hurt you?"
Even though Lan Fenghuang was unrestrained and bold, she blushed immediately after Yingying's words and said shyly, "Holy Aunt is joking..."
"Sister, since we've both married Chonglang, why are we still talking about being holy or aunt?"
"Well... well..." Although Lan Fenghuang was Miao, she was quite Han-influenced and knew that Han people valued etiquette the most. "Madam..."
Yingying chuckled and said, "Sister, why are you so formal with those ordinary people? You call me Madam, but do you expect me to call him Master from now on?" She pointed at Linghu Chong and said, "Our husband, the sect leader, the leader of the sect, can do everything, but he just doesn't act like a Master at all."
This made Lan Fenghuang laugh as well. Yingying sat down and took her hand, saying, "Sister, from now on we'll address each other as sisters. Since you're a few years older than me, you're naturally the older sister."
Having been Yingying's subordinate for many years, Lan Fenghuang, burdened by her authority, couldn't easily accept this form of address. Yingying had to coax her before she finally managed to utter, "Younger sister."
At that moment, Linghu Chong suddenly rolled over, embracing both Yingying and Fenghuang in his arms, shouting, "Since we're sisters, why don't you come with your husband to ascend to heaven together?"
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Meanwhile, since taking Lan Fenghuang as his concubine, Linghu Chong was riding high. Lan Fenghuang was incredibly charming and experienced in bed, offering a different kind of pleasure compared to Yingying. She had secretly loved Linghu Chong for many years, and now that her desire had been fulfilled, she naturally served him with utmost comfort. Having mastered poison skills, Lan Fenghuang abandoned all the poisons she had carried with her for years after entering Plum Manor. Although she still possessed internal energy, the effects of her cultivation were greatly diminished without the aid of poisons. Linghu Chong also passed on some of his Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) skills to her. After practicing, Lan Fenghuang's poison skills gradually diminished, but her internal strength steadily increased. However, after this ordeal, she inevitably experienced a surge in libido, just like Yingying. The two women sought Linghu Chong's favor every night, and Plum Manor was naturally filled with endless nights of passion.
Although Linghu Chong enjoyed the blessings of having two women and lived a life of bliss, as winter turned to spring, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sadness in his heart. Five months had passed since Madam Yue arrived at Plum Manor, and counting the days, there was only one month left until the day Madam Ping had mentioned her departure. Madam Yue was quite magnanimous, often telling Linghu Chong that since she had already died once, she had seen through the nature of life and death, and that he shouldn't worry about it. But for Linghu Chong to reach such a state of mind was easier said than done. Whenever he thought of his master's wife's impending death, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow, though he dared not show it in front of Madam Yue.
Yingying and Lan Fenghuang were both exceptionally intelligent women, and they naturally noticed their husband's obvious worry. Unfortunately, Yingying was unfamiliar with medicine, and Lan Fenghuang, aside from her skill with poisons, was only mediocre in medicine. Although both wanted to alleviate their husband's worries, they were powerless to help.
Madam Yue, however, remained composed, showing no sign of her impending death. Besides chatting with Linghu Chong, she usually spent her time with Yingying and Fenghuang. Her husband and daughter had both passed away before her, and Madam Yue had long since lost all attachment to the world. However, her words sometimes betrayed her lingering affection for Linghu Chong, a sight that tore at Yingying and Fenghuang's hearts.
During this time, Lan Fenghuang had the Five Poisons Sect's secret medical texts delivered to Plum Manor, which she studied day and night. Madam Yue's injury was to her heart meridian; it was already a miracle that she had survived for several years under Madam Ping's skillful care. The Five Poisons Sect's medical techniques were completely different from those of the Central Plains, but the various strange and malevolent methods recorded within were useless against such a severe injury. Until one day, while flipping through some notes appended to the medical text, Lan Fenghuang suddenly cried out, as if she had grasped something.
This part, recorded outside the Five Poisons Sect's medical canon, was no longer part of her sect's own medical text, but rather a collection of strange methods from other sects, recorded by predecessors to supplement the sect's own. One of these texts was written by a senior figure who had traveled to Tibet and India. It records the Shakti school of medicine prevalent in India. This school worships goddesses, and its followers believe that sexual intercourse is the fundamental driving force of the universe, a concentrated expression of wisdom and power. The school has many methods for achieving spiritual liberation, supreme bliss, and even longevity through sexual intercourse and dual cultivation. The senior figure from the Five Poisons School was not entirely familiar with the Shakti school's methods of achieving enlightenment through sexual pleasure, but he recorded several miraculous techniques for healing serious injuries through intercourse. One such technique describes how sexual intercourse allows for a perfect union between the sexes, thereby regulating the meridians and healing severe injuries. However, this method requires both partners to possess a skill in regulating the flow of Qi and blood, a skill entirely different from the Five Poisons School's poisonous arts and even the internal energy of martial arts. Even the senior figure who recorded it could not master it, thus the Five Poisons School has been unable to utilize this method for hundreds of years.
Lan Fenghuang showed the record to Linghu Chong and Yingying. After reading it, the two looked at each other in bewilderment. Yingying pondered for a long time before saying to Linghu Chong, "Chonglang, in my opinion, the methods recorded in this book are quite related to the Yi Jin Jing divine skill we practice."
Seeing Linghu Chong's silence, Yingying added, "Shaolin Kung Fu is a Buddhist divine skill. Buddhism originated in India, so it's not surprising that Buddhist power is exactly the same as the Xingli school's methods."
In fact, Yingying didn't know that the Great Joy Divine Skill in the Yi Jin Jing is also known as the Dual Body Method. In Tibetan Tantric Buddhism, it is called the Action Mudra, the Divination Method, the Secret Great Joy Meditation, etc. This method originated from the Xingli school's practice. "Chonglang, the skill described in this book, the so-called 'shifting meridians and controlling qi,' isn't that the Yi Jin Jing we practice?"
Linghu Chong was taken aback. Upon closer inspection, he found that the techniques for shifting meridians and controlling qi were indeed very similar to the Yi Jin Jing. "This...this..." He was initially overjoyed. If the descriptions in the book were accurate, as long as he taught the Yi Jin Jing to his master's wife and practiced it according to the methods, her heart injury could be healed!
But a moment's thought brought a sudden chill down his spine, like a bucket of cold water being poured over his head. Teaching Madam Yue the Yi Jin Jing wasn't difficult; the real challenge lay in the healing method. It required both man and woman to have practiced the skill before engaging in dual cultivation for it to be effective. Now that Yue Buqun was dead, who in the world could perform this method with Madam Yue? Furthermore, according to the book, the recipient only needed to know some basic techniques of meridian shifting, but the healer needed extremely profound Yi Jin Jing skills. In the world today, besides the Shaolin monks who had studied the Yi Jin Jing for so long, only Linghu Chong possessed such skill.
Thinking of this, Linghu Chong couldn't help but shed tears. He had spent these past few days racking his brains, trying to find a way to save his master's wife's life. He had finally found a promising path, but it was an absolutely impassable, dead end!
Yingying and Fenghuang naturally knew why he was crying. They exchanged a glance and remained silent.
"Sister, is the record in your book absolutely reliable?" After a long while, Yingying slightly raised her eyebrows and asked Lan Fenghuang.
Lan Fenghuang nodded without hesitation and said, "The records in my sect's scriptures have been accurate for thousands of years without error."
Yingying thought for a moment, remained silent for a long time, and then said, "Chonglang, it depends on your decision. There is only one way to save your master's wife's life, and since I said this method is absolutely foolproof, then as long as you are willing, your master's wife's injuries can definitely be healed."
Linghu Chong turned his head in astonishment and looked at Yingying, saying, "You mean...you mean...you want me to..."
Yingying nodded firmly: "There is no other way."
"This...this...absolutely not!" Linghu Chong said decisively.
"Chonglang!" Yingying said softly, "If there were any other way, this would be absolutely unacceptable, but now that our master's wife only has a few days left to live, we have no other choice. If we don't do this, we can only watch her die!" She paused and said, "I know that neither you nor your master's wife want to do this, but the difference between her life and death lies in your decision..." "
I...I..." Linghu Chong, standing before his two beautiful wives, was already in tears. "My master's wife has been so kind to me, I absolutely cannot...I absolutely cannot watch her die! But...but...this...this...how can I, Linghu Chong
, do such a beastly thing!" "Chonglang, you have always been carefree. How can you care so much about worldly matters?" Yingying, after all, came from the Demonic Sect. As a member of the Demonic Sect, her views on these lewd matters were different from those of the righteous path. "Besides, we live in Plum Manor, detached from worldly affairs. As long as we can save Master's wife, why bother..."
"Yingying is absolutely right," Lan Fenghuang chimed in. "Husband, such things are common in the border regions of our Miao people. After saving Master's wife, if you don't want to stay here for long, we can move there and live in seclusion."
Linghu Chong looked at his two beautiful wives. He always acted according to his own whims, far from being a rigid and upright gentleman. However, despite his unrestrained lifestyle, he held great importance on righteousness and justice. He had been orphaned since childhood, and in his heart, he had always regarded Madam Yue as his mother. How could he possibly engage in sexual relations with Madam Yue now? But the situation forced him to do so. If he did not, Madam Yue's life would certainly be in danger. This was truly a huge dilemma that left him with no choice!
However, after practicing the Yi Jin Jing for many years and being influenced day and night by the "Great Joy Divine Skill," Linghu Chong's views on matters between men and women had changed considerably without him even realizing it. The relationship between men and women is a natural law; as long as it doesn't harm others, even close relatives can engage in sexual relations. This idea had gradually seeped into his mind and body. "Since there's a chance of life, I absolutely cannot let my master's wife pass away!" After thinking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Linghu Chong gritted his teeth and said heavily, "As long as I can save my master's wife, even if it means falling into the path of beasts, I won't hesitate. Yingying, tomorrow we will teach my master's wife the power of the Yi Jin Jing!"
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After dawn, Linghu Chong, Yingying, and Phoenix met with Madam Yue. Yingying told Madam Yue about a method she had found in ancient books—that by practicing an internal energy cultivation technique, she could heal her heart meridian injury. Madam Yue smiled faintly. These past few days, her heart had become like a withered tree, knowing her days were numbered, and she was simply waiting for that moment to arrive. She had long since given up hope of a cure.
However, Lan Fenghuang claimed that this method was recorded in her sect's scriptures and was incredibly effective. Madam Yue had always known that the Five Poisons Sect's skill in using poison was unparalleled, but she didn't know they also had the ability to heal. She was hesitant to believe it, but Linghu Chong and the others spoke with absolute certainty, saying that as long as one practiced this skill, one would definitely be cured. This made Madam Yue unable to disbelieve it.
So they found a quiet room, and Linghu Chong orally transmitted some introductory techniques from the Yi Jin Jing to Madam Yue. Then Linghu Chong withdrew, and Yingying and Fenghuang accompanied Madam Yue as they practiced this divine skill. Madam Yue was a member of the Huashan Qi Sect, whose training emphasized internal energy cultivation. Years ago, Yue Su and Cai Zifeng of the Huashan Sect borrowed the *Sunflower Manual* from Abbot Hongye of the Shaolin Temple in Putian, Fujian. They agreed to each memorize half of the content, but later discovered their memorized parts were completely contradictory. Cai Zifeng focused on techniques and became the founder of the Sword Sect, while Yue Su became the founder of the Qi Sect. Therefore, much of the Huashan Sect's Qi cultivation originated from fragments of the *Sunflower Manual* memorized by Yue Su, leaning towards Taoist practices, quite different from the Buddhist Yi Jin Jing. Fortunately, Madam Yue, having suffered severe injuries and lost all her internal energy—similar to Linghu Chong's severe injuries and lack of internal strength—was actually more suited to practicing this divine skill. Linghu Chong only taught her some introductory methods of transferring internal energy, which Madam Yue, with her existing foundation in internal energy cultivation, found easy.
After more than ten days, Madam Yue's internal energy had not improved, but she had made some progress in the Meridian Shifting Technique. Yingying taught her how to shift meridians and gather qi. Madam Yue tried it a few times and felt that although she still couldn't gather internal energy after shifting her meridians, the occasional feeling of unease in her heart had been swept away. One day, she was overjoyed and told Yingying that this method might really heal her heart meridian injury. Yingying smiled and told her to rest assured, saying that the method recorded by the Five Immortals Sect was definitely not wrong, and that she should focus on practicing and a full recovery would be expected.
However, there was one thing that Madam Yue could not tell Yingying openly. That was that since she started practicing this Meridian Shifting Technique, her body had undergone some subtle changes without her realizing it. At first, she thought this was just a natural result of practicing, but in the past few days, she increasingly felt that this was completely different from her experience when she practiced the Huashan internal energy. When practicing this internal energy cultivation, the effects weren't noticeable during the day. However, with West Lake bathed in the vibrant springtime light, the sight of the blooming flowers and trees at Plum Manor stirred a ripple in her heart. But at night, after parting from Linghu Chong and his wife, and returning to her room alone with the door closed, she felt a strange sensation emanating from her dantian, slowly spreading throughout her body. This made her restless and agitated, as if a fire were burning in her chest—a feeling she couldn't quite describe.
Madam Yue was renowned for her dignified elegance. After marrying Yue Buqun many years ago, as the wife of the Huashan Sect leader, she spent her days practicing martial arts and swordsmanship, caring for her husband, and teaching her disciples, with little other leisure activity. Although Yue Buqun was a hypocrite, what he sought was power and martial arts, and he was extremely indifferent to women. He and his wife rarely found pleasure in bed. Later, after Yue Buqun practiced the "Evil-Repelling Sword Technique," the couple had no possibility of intimacy. Therefore, his wife's heart had long since become as still as a well, and she had long since cast aside matters of love and intimacy. It was precisely for this reason that when she suddenly realized that desire was rising within her, she was not only ashamed and angry, but also constantly berated herself for having such inappropriate thoughts at such a young age.
That's what she thought, but as the night grew deeper, the restlessness within her became uncontrollable. The fragrance of flowers wafting in from outside the window only added to Madam Yue's unease. She reluctantly changed her clothes and lay down on the bed, but tossed and turned. Just then, she faintly heard the sounds of women's lewd moans. Though the sounds were low, in the stillness of the night, if one listened carefully, one could clearly hear Yingying and Lan Fenghuang's moans in bed. Occasionally, she could also hear Linghu Chong's panting and the creaking of his teeth... Madam Yue clenched her teeth, her hands unconsciously gripping the brocade quilt tightly. The heat within her body grew increasingly intense, and her nostrils began to flare...
She listened for a good half hour, and only when the sounds from the other side finally subsided did Madam Yue breathe a sigh
of relief. She then discovered she was covered in sweat, her fingers gripping the brocade quilt so tightly that ten clear finger marks were visible, almost tearing it. She got up and drank a large cup of cold water, which seemed to calm the fire in her chest somewhat. However, as she moved, she felt a chill in her lower body. Madam Yue untied her skirt and blushed deeply—her genitals were soaked with moisture; a great deal of vaginal fluid had unknowingly flowed out, completely drenching her skirt.
After changing into a clean skirt, she lay back down on the bed. Madam Yue stared at the bright moon outside the window, her heart churning with turmoil; how could she possibly fall asleep? Although there was no sound from Linghu Chong's room, Madam Yue could still seem to hear the sounds of lovemaking that had stirred her so deeply… Chong'er, Chong'er… She couldn't help but think of Linghu Chong's dashing smile and tall, upright figure…
Absolutely not! Suddenly, a voice exploded in Madam Yue's mind like a thunderclap. How could she have harbored such lewd thoughts? She found it unbelievable! She
couldn't sleep now. Madam Yue suddenly remembered stories she had heard: about virtuous widows in their prime who, during the warm spring months, would lie awake all night, touching the blue bricks on the floor of their rooms, counting them one by one. Thinking of this, she quickly got up and touched the bricks as well. A cool sensation spread through her palms, and her body heat subsided somewhat. So this was how those chastity arches were earned! Recalling the decades of lonely nights, Madam Yue shuddered. How could she possibly endure this?
She spent the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The next day, upon seeing Linghu Chong and his wife, Madam Yue felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. After Linghu Chong greeted her as usual, Yingying, along with Lan Fenghuang, took Madam Yue to practice her martial arts.
"Master's wife," Yingying said softly, her hands touching Madam Yue's, their internal energy flowing freely. "You have already mastered the basics of the Meridian Transfer Technique. From now on, just continue practicing step by step. Not only will your heart meridian injury remain intact, but your internal strength will also be much stronger than before!"
Madam Yue breathed in and out, feeling quite pleased. Although she still couldn't condense her internal energy, the smooth flow of true qi after the Meridian Transfer was undeniable. Having dedicated her life to martial arts, she was an outstanding figure in the Qi Cultivation School of the Huashan Sect, naturally a master of
internal energy cultivation. She knew that although her power had not yet recovered, the path she was on was correct, and Yingying's words were not empty boasts. "I have already disregarded matters of life and death," Madam Yue said with a faint smile. "What do I care about the strength of my internal energy?" Thinking of the timeline Madam Ping had predicted, her death was only five days away. "Whether this cultivation method can heal my heart meridian injury depends on these next few days."
Yingying and Lan Fenghuang exchanged a glance and smiled mysteriously. They both knew that Madam Yue's mastery of the Yi Jin Jing was only the first step. The key was for Linghu Chong to use the Indian Xingli School's methods to cultivate with Madam Yue in a dual cultivation, which would heal her severe heart meridian injury. Now that Madam Yue's power was complete, everything was ready for healing, only lacking the final push.
Madam Yue looked at their mysterious smiles, bewildered and unsure. A huge question lingered in her mind: the various reactions her body experienced after practicing martial arts. But how could she possibly ask such a shameful question in front of her disciple's wives and concubines? Madam Yue hesitated for a long time, unable to find the right words, and had no choice but to give up.
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"Ah...husband...ah...ah...I'm dying...ah...husband..." Lan Fenghuang's moans could be clearly heard through the cracks in the wood in the quiet night.
"Chonglang...faster...faster...Yingying...ah..." The moans came from Yingying, her voice not as high-pitched as Lan Fenghuang's, but more melodious.
Madam Yue pressed her ears tightly against her chest, one hand unconsciously rubbing her breasts. Although she knew this was absolutely wrong, ever since she first eavesdropped on Linghu Chong's erotic sounds in his room a few days ago, she had been unable to control herself. Even during her daytime martial arts practice, she looked forward to this moment at night.
She untied her long bodice and placed it on the bed, her fair and exquisite breasts shifting and changing shape as she rubbed them. By this time, the moans from the next room had blended together, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was Yingying's or Fenghuang's. Then came the two women's wails, followed by heavy, labored breathing... Weakly shifting
her body away from the bed, Madam Yue slowly lay down on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, her teeth clenched. One hand continued to pinch her erect nipple, while the other slowly slipped under her skirt... It was already soaked from the eavesdropping earlier. As soon as Madam Yue's two long fingers touched her labia, she felt a chill run down her spine.
"Ah..." Her long middle and index fingers gently parted her labia, slowly reaching into her barren vagina, untouched by a man for years. After her first act of self-pleasure with her fingers the night before, Madam Yue had vowed never to do such a shameful thing again. But the past two nights, her burning body had defied her control. Once there was a first time, there was a second, and then another...
The middle-aged beauty's tight vagina relentlessly devoured her fingers, section by section, until finally, though long, they reached their limit. Madam Yue took a deep breath, her fingers moving gently, thrusting in and out of her mature vagina.
"Chong'er... Chong'er..." In Madam Yue's mind, a tall, handsome young man lay on top of her, tenderly kissing her red lips. Throughout her life, she had only had Yue Buqun as a man, but the one appearing in her sexual fantasy now was not her husband of many years, but her beloved disciple whom she had watched grow up.
"Chong'er... my dear master's wife..." Madam Yue was lost in a dreamlike state of pleasure during her masturbation.
These past few nights, eavesdropping on Linghu Chong's encounters with his wives and concubines had fueled her heightened desires after practicing the Yi Jin Jing, leading her to harbor intense fantasies about Linghu Chong, the only man in Plum Manor. During the day, when she was rational and aware that he was her disciple, Madam Yue couldn't help but feel deeply guilty. But when her desires reached their peak at night, she couldn't help but fantasize about Linghu Chong holding her burning body and satisfying her with his powerful manhood...
In her hazy state, Linghu Chong, lying on top of her, did exactly as she wished, his lips forcefully kissing her red lips. Their tongues intertwined, and the scent of a young man filled her senses. Madam Yue's mind went blank, and her hands unconsciously reached out to embrace Linghu Chong's neck and back.
"Master's wife... Master's wife..." Linghu Chong murmured on her body, trembling as he savored her fragrant tongue.
In her dream, being kissed so gently by her disciple, Madam Yue's pent-up desire of the past few days could no longer be suppressed. Since it was all a dream, everything was just a mirage… Madam Yue thought to herself, and suddenly she clung to Linghu Chong. “Chong’er… give it to your master… master… ah… I want you…” She
didn’t know when, but her skirt had been pulled down to the side, and Linghu Chong, whom she was entwined with, was also completely naked. As they clung together, Madam Yue’s wet, lustful vulva pressed against Linghu Chong’s erect penis. Both of their genitals felt a burning sensation. The sparse, long pubic hair on Madam Yue’s vulva, wet with her juices, rubbed incessantly against Linghu Chong’s lower abdomen.
What a wonderful dream this was! Madam Yue kept her eyes tightly closed, afraid that something might disturb this beautiful, sensual dream. As the two were locked in a fierce struggle, Linghu Chong's thick, long, and incredibly hard penis finally, after a struggle, pushed open Madam Yue's thin labia and entered her vagina, following the constant flow of her vaginal fluid.
"Ah..." Even though it was a dream, the taboo and humiliation of being penetrated by her disciple's penis was enough to send goosebumps down Madam Yue's spine. This feeling, along with the real pain and pleasure of her vagina being forced open by the large penis, seemed to remind her that this was more than just a simple erotic dream...
Madam Yue shook her head, as if to stop herself from thinking any further. This was definitely a dream, otherwise, how could she have done such a thing with her disciple...
"Master's wife... I... ah..." Linghu Chong gasped, whispering in her ear, "Master's wife, it feels so good!" His penis was deeply embedded in Madam Yue's vagina, almost to the hilt, the thick glans reaching the forbidden zone deep inside her vagina that had never been touched before, and she could almost feel the sucking sensation coming from the cervix. Linghu Chong gently twisted his waist, letting his penis slowly rotate. Large beads of sweat slid down Madam Yue's forehead with his rotation, her delicate brows furrowed, her cherry lips slightly parted, revealing her alluring charm.
"Chong'er, Chong'er..." Madam Yue involuntarily began to wiggle her pink buttocks. Previously, when she was with Yue Buqun, she had always passively lay there, daring not to make any other movements. But now, in her dream of intercourse with her disciple, she subconsciously let go, pursuing an even more intense pleasure.
Linghu Chong gently thrust in and out hundreds of times, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp. His master's wife, whom he had always revered like a deity, was now swaying her mature and beautiful body with his thrusts. The earth-shattering trembling of her vagina made his penis as hard as an iron rod. His burning hot penis pressed against her tight vagina, the pleasurable sensation making them both feel as if they had flown to paradise.
Without the need for frenzied, torrential thrusting, Madam Yue had already reached a peak of climax. A gush of vaginal fluid spurted from her cervix
. "Ah...ah...Chong'er...Master's wife...Master's wife...I can't take it anymore..." she cried weakly, clinging tightly to Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong, already on the verge of ejaculation, thrust his penis one last time, the head of his penis firmly embedded in the tender flesh of Madam Yue's cervix. With a roar, thick semen gushed from his urethra. He shuddered, collapsing weakly onto Madam Yue, both of them breathing heavily.
Madam Yue stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind a jumble. She wasn't an innocent girl; what had just happened, the feeling, was real. At this moment, she knew she wasn't dreaming. She had truly done something utterly unforgivable with her disciple, whom she considered her own son!
"Chong'er, why..." Madam Yue's hand rested weakly on Linghu Chong's back as she spoke softly. At this moment, for some reason, she felt neither the intense pain of having committed a grave mistake, nor many other thoughts. Perhaps it was the changes in her body since practicing the Yi Jin Jing, coupled with the eavesdropping on her disciple's sexual activities these past few nights, that had fostered a certain longing in her heart.
"Master's wife..." Linghu Chong's voice choked with sobs. He looked up at Madam Yue, two streams of tears already flowing down his face. "Disciple...disciple...disciple had no other choice! If not for this, Master's wife, your injuries will..." As he spoke, he slowly revealed that only the Yi Jin Jing combined with the techniques of the Sexual Power School could heal Madam Yue's injuries. Only then did Madam Yue understand why she had become so lustful these past few days—it was because of practicing the Yi Jin Jing.
"A tragedy! A tragedy!..." Madam Yue murmured. After seeing through Yue Buqun's true colors, she lost all will to live and attempted suicide to find release, only to be saved by Madam Ping. Having narrowly escaped death, she understood the preciousness of life even more. However, knowing her life hung in the balance these past few years, she had to accept the impending doom. Since learning that practicing the Yi Jing technique could heal her heart meridian injury, her will to live had unknowingly grown stronger. Little did she expect that this healing would ultimately lead her to this point with her disciple…
“Master’s wife, I had no choice but to resort to this desperate measure to heal your heart meridian injury! If there is divine retribution, I am willing to bear it all, even unto death!” Linghu Chong wiped away his tears and said loudly.
“Silly disciple, if there is divine retribution, it will be for this unlucky person like me.” Madam Yue gently stroked Linghu Chong’s eyes, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "You were determined to save my life, what's wrong with that? It's just that you've suffered."
"What are you saying, Madam? Your disciple..." Linghu Chong wanted to argue, but for a moment he didn't know how to say it.
Madam Yue sighed softly, looking at the bright moon outside the window, her heart surging. She was originally a brave and resolute female knight-errant, her character was incomparable to those of ordinary women. Now that the die was cast, she naturally began to think of a solution. "Chong'er," Madam Yue blushed and asked, "You said that...that sexual energy-based therapy, is it...is it...is it only needed once...once...?"
Linghu Chong's face also turned red, and he stammered, "The book says that this method requires...requires seven consecutive days to...to be complete..."
Madam Yue lowered her head deeply. So this method required her and Linghu Chong to do that...for seven consecutive days...
Linghu Chong's mind was also in turmoil. Just now, when he and Madam Yue were intimate, his emotions were too turbulent, and he hadn't used the Yi Jin Jing power to heal Madam Yue's injuries as described in the book. At this moment, he held Madam Yue's hand affectionately and said softly, "Master's wife, things have come to this. From now on, your disciple wishes...wishes..." In his heart, he had always regarded Madam Yue with the reverence of a mother, but now that they had consummated their marriage, he wanted to say that he would treat Madam Yue as his wife from now on, but how could he say it for a moment?
Madam Yue glanced at Linghu Chong. She had raised Linghu Chong since he was a child, and it could be said that no one in the world, including Yingying, understood Linghu Chong better than her. Looking at his urgent tone and burning eyes, how could Madam Yue not know what he wanted to say? She couldn't help but sigh, saying, "How could I possibly be worthy of being your master's wife? The title 'master's wife' is no longer necessary." She paused, then gently stroked Linghu Chong's cheek, saying, "Chong'er, I know your feelings… but even if the two of us could… could… what would your wives and concubines think of me?"
"Master…" Linghu Chong abruptly stopped himself from saying "mother," saying, "There's no need to worry about that. Yingying and Fenghuang both know about this. As long as master's wife is willing, we can live together in this Plum Manor from now on, absolutely… absolutely not…" Seeing that
Linghu Chong still couldn't shake the way he addressed her after all these years, Madam Yue smiled and said, "I never imagined my Chong'er had such ability, to make the former Miss Ren and the Great Master Lan so subservient to you." These words made Linghu Chong feel embarrassed, and he could only scratch his head and chuckle foolishly. For the next seven days, Linghu Chong visited Madam Yue's room every night,
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the two engaged in passionate lovemaking, using the sexual energy methods recorded in the Five Poisons Sect's manual to heal their injuries. After seven days, realizing that the time set by Madam Ping had long passed, and Madam Yue was still unharmed, Yingying led her to several renowned doctors in Hangzhou. They all said that Madam Yue had no injuries whatsoever, and it seemed she was completely healed. After
practicing the Yi Jin Jing, Madam Yue's constitution had completely changed. Like Yingying and Lan Fenghuang, she had become extremely lustful. Once she and Linghu Chong broke the taboo, even in the secluded Plum Manor, she couldn't bear to be apart from him for a moment. After discussing it, Madam Yue resolutely refused to let Linghu Chong call her "Master's Wife" anymore. She said that since Yue Buqun was dead, she herself had already died once, and all past events should be let go. From now on, there would be no more Madam Yue in the world, only the Ning family of yesteryear, Ning Zhongze.
Plum Manor on Lonely Mountain had been closed to visitors for many years. Anyone wishing to visit Linghu Chong and his wife had to send a message through the Hangzhou branch of the Sun Moon Sect. Since this place was a sacred place in the martial arts world, uninvited guests dared not come. Therefore, Plum Manor was essentially a secluded paradise inhabited only by Linghu Chong's family. Living in such a place, none of them unconsciously felt a sense of detachment from the world. They felt that the world's complexities were ultimately irrelevant to them. Since they were no longer in this world, why should they care about so many worldly entanglements?
Linghu Chong enjoyed the best of luck with women in this place, with a thousand beautiful women by his side day and night: his wife, Ren Yingying, was the Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, with unparalleled beauty; his concubine, Lan Fenghuang, was the former leader of the Five Poisons Sect, renowned for her beauty; and his former master's wife, Ning Zhongze, possessed dignified appearance and extraordinary temperament. Among these women, Ning Zhongze, though without official status, had spent the most time with Linghu Chong and held a superior position in his heart. Given her age and established authority, both Yingying and Fenghuang implicitly regarded her as their elder.
Ning Zhongze had always treated Linghu Chong like a son, and although they were now husband and wife, she naturally still cherished him as a son. Since Yingying and Lan Fenghuang both listened to her, they established a rule: on the first day of the month, Linghu Chong would spend the night in Yingying's room; on the sixth day, Lan Fenghuang would serve him; and she herself would only have intercourse with Linghu Chong on the ninth day. This way, Linghu Chong wouldn't be too overexerted, and it would also greatly benefit the four of them in terms of skill improvement.
However, even the best plan needed to be changed. After practicing the Yi Jin Jing, the four of them had extraordinary physiques. Even Linghu Chong, who had intercourse once a day, still found it difficult to endure. How much more so for the women? Each of them would have to endure for ten days before they could enjoy a single night of pleasure. Moreover, Yingying and Fenghuang had long since become accustomed to their wanton behavior with Linghu Chong, sleeping together under the same covers.
Therefore, Linghu Chong suggested that on the first and fifteenth days of each month, as well as on festival days, the women would come to his room, and the four of them would engage in intercourse together. Ning Zhongze was initially reluctant, but she couldn't resist Linghu Chong's earnest words. Having experienced the ecstasy of intercourse herself, she found it unbearable to endure the torment of only being able to have sex once every ten days. In the end, she had no choice but to agree.
That night, the moon was full and bright. In late spring, a cool breeze blew along the West Lake. In Plum Manor, hundreds of late-blooming plum trees, including those in the pavilion and reflecting-the-water varieties, still exuded fragrance. The night outside the window was poetic, the spring scenery intoxicating. Inside Linghu Chong's room, a scene of boundless spring beauty unfolded, no less so than the outside.
On the bed, all four were naked, the women displaying exceptional beauty and captivating allure. Linghu Chong embraced one woman on each side, admiring their different exquisite figures. His joy was beyond words.
His beloved wife, Ren Yingying, was a nineteen-year-old girl when Linghu Chong first met her. Now, seven years later, Yingying's youthful beauty had not diminished at all; in fact, she possessed an even more alluring charm, like that of a mature woman. Her snow-white, slender body lay on the bed like a jade sculpture, vibrant and alluring. Her naturally beautiful face, with its slightly upturned red lips, exuded a captivating charm. Her large, clear eyes, their pupils moist and watery when looking at Linghu Chong, seemed to hold a burning flame, bewitching the soul. Her breasts, each a perfect handful, were high and firm, rising and falling with her breath, enough to ignite any man's desire. A slit in her pubic hair, partially hidden, seemed to beckon Linghu Chong to explore that divine realm.
His concubine, Lan Fenghuang, was about the same age as Linghu Chong, at the peak of her womanly charm. Her voluptuous body radiated a seductive allure. Compared to Han women, Miao women possessed a unique blend of softness and strength in their curves, a captivating beauty. Her breasts were plump and full, like ripe melons, firm and rounded, with two nipples that stood up high, incredibly alluring. Her long, strong legs were lithe and smooth, her buttocks round and full, and although there was a little extra fat on her lower abdomen, it did not detract from her graceful figure. The entrance to her private garden, with its dense pubic hair, was even more beautiful. The thick labia tightly closed the fleshy cleft, glistening with moisture, seductive and alluring.
As for his former teacher's wife, Ning Zhongze, although she was over forty, she was mature and dignified, still retaining a captivating beauty. Her breasts, though not large, were full and soft, and although they had sagged slightly with age, they exuded the intoxicating beauty of a mature woman. Years of training had kept her waist as slender as a water snake. Below her abdomen, the pubic hair was sparse but exceptionally long, and her labia majora retained a remarkably vibrant flesh color, making her incredibly alluring. Her genitals were also unusually moist, seemingly proclaiming how much she, in her prime, craved Linghu Chong's comfort.
At this moment, Linghu Chong held the mature and beautiful Ning Zhongze in his arms, the two passionately kissing, their saliva flowing between their lips. His thick, long penis was currently thrusting into Lan Fenghuang's plump vagina. Lan Fenghuang lay prone on the bed, her buttocks raised high, Linghu Chong's penis pumping back and forth between her two plump, white buttocks, causing her to moan incessantly. Linghu Chong's thrusts became increasingly frequent, soon bringing Lan Fenghuang to the brink of ecstasy. She writhed her hips, her arms and legs, which had been supporting her on the bed, now limp and powerless, her body pressed weakly against the mattress.
Seeing his beloved concubine panting, Linghu Chong turned his attention to Yingying beside him. Yingying, who had been watching her husband and Lan Fenghuang's union, was now experiencing unbearable itching in her vagina. Finally, it was her turn. She spread her long, slender legs wide, welcoming her husband's penis. Linghu Chong's penis, covered in Lan Fenghuang's fluids, pressed against Yingying's slightly parted labia, and he slowly inserted the head. As soon as it entered, Yingying's face flushed red, sweat poured down her face, and her whole body trembled. She murmured, "Ah! So full..."
Linghu Chong grasped Yingying's beautiful breasts with one hand, kneading and squeezing them as his penis slowly penetrated deeper. Yingying's legs spread wider and wider, her slender waist swaying gently. "Ouch!...Ouch...Husband, be gentle...It hurts..." she moaned softly.
Ning Zhongze released Linghu Chong's mouth, took a handkerchief from the side, and wiped the large beads of sweat from his forehead, saying, "Chonglang, please take better care of Yingying, don't hurt yourself."
Yingying looked at Ning Zhongze gratefully. Now that his head was free, Linghu Chong bent down and took Yingying's small nipple into his mouth, gently sucking on it, while the thrusting of his large penis became much gentler. This allowed Yingying to sway her slender waist frequently, coordinating with the penetration of his penis, her buttocks gradually rising.
Linghu Chong leaned back, changing his position so that Yingying straddled him. This gave Yingying complete control. After a series of pleasurable moans, she cried out, "Ah...husband...Yingying...you're...killing me...ah..." As she moaned, she began to slowly twist her hips. As she became more accustomed to his large penis, her movements became increasingly frantic. Her snow-white buttocks swayed rapidly, desperately rubbing against Linghu Chong's shaft. Her clitoris ground, rotated, and contracted incessantly, sucking hard on the large glans. This made Linghu Chong's scalp tingle, and he sincerely praised, "Yingying...dear sister...good skill...your skill...is getting better and better...a little harder...ah..." Yingying's movements became faster and faster, her mouth uttering a multitude of lewd sounds, but it was no longer audible what she was saying. Deep within her flower, gushing fluids flowed out in waves, leaving a mess at the point where their genitals met, their pubic hair soaked. Linghu Chong thrust his hips upwards with all his might, penetrating wildly a few times. Yingying cried out a few times, her delicate body trembling, and another spurt of vaginal fluid erupted. Exhausted, she collapsed onto Linghu Chong, her hair disheveled, sweat pouring down her face, panting heavily.
Linghu Chong gently helped Yingying's limp body off him, letting her lie down to rest, then turned to face his former master's wife. Ning Zhongze, having witnessed two erotic scenes, was already incredibly thirsty. Her long, alluring eyes were watery, her head burning with desire. Her cheeks were already flushed, and when she saw Linghu Chong turn to her, her breathing became rapid involuntarily, her breasts heaving, her drooping nipples trembling slightly.
Linghu Chong sat up, embraced Ning Zhongze, kissed her cherry lips, and groped her breasts with one hand. A moment later, he pushed Ning Zhongze's body down onto the bed, guided his large penis to her already throbbing vulva, and thrust it in amidst Ning Zhongze's long, ecstatic moans.
"Ouch...it hurts..." Ning Zhongze frowned, her cherry lips parted, and her legs naturally spread wide, trying to relax and open her lower body to welcome the further penetration of his large penis. Linghu Chong grasped Ning Zhongze's two pink legs with both hands, placed her calves on his shoulders, and slightly raised his body, his penis thrusting "plop, plop" in and out of his former master's wife's vagina.
Under such actions, in no time, Ning Zhongze was already ravaged, her beautiful vagina trembling uncontrollably, her deepest fluids already gushing out. She gasped for breath, her hands gripping Linghu Chong's arm tightly like snakes, clinging to him fiercely. Her face flushed, her eyes filled with lust, her moans and groans—who could have imagined that the once dignified Lady Yue, Ning, would be so wanton now? That alluring sight truly captivated Linghu Chong, making his thrusts incredibly rapid. His glans throbbed with pain, and only frantic, deep thrusts could relieve his burning desire.
Ning Zhongze's vagina drove Linghu Chong even more mad than Yingying's or Lan Fenghuang's. The rings of tender flesh on her mature vagina, like fleshy rings, tightly enveloped his entire penis. The powerful suction of her clitoris, with the opening and closing of her cervix, sucked at his swollen glans.
Linghu Chong, panting heavily and sweating profusely, thrust repeatedly, driving Ning Zhongze to a blissful ecstasy. Her body trembled uncontrollably, almost unconscious, the climax causing her to lose consciousness, as if she were floating on air.
Even Linghu Chong, who was enjoying the pleasure, felt a wave of dizziness. He roared, his penis sinking deep into Ning Zhongze's vagina. With a shudder, he ejaculated, his powerful, hot semen shooting directly into her core, causing her to tremble again.
The four, utterly exhausted, lay helplessly on their beds, their breaths rising and falling. In the moonlight of late spring at Plum Manor, they all experienced a blissful state, like that of immortals.

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The sequel to The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: Springtime at Plum Manor (Author: Unknown)

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