Martial arts, science fiction, classic cultivation, erotic novels, and beautiful women illustrations

Yi Shanjin, a pure and kind boy, harbored unrealistic fantasies about cultivating immortality. He mistakenly entered a celestial abode and encountered an unexpected and tragic fate. The two fairies who bullied him were pure and ethereal, untouched by worldly concerns. One of them even wrote a poem afterward, lamenting her loss of virginity.
Yi Shanjin was forced into a century-long slumber. Upon awakening, he was shocked to find that the world had changed drastically, and everything from the past was gone forever.
The innocent boy, having suffered such a horrific ordeal, vowed revenge against the two beautiful fairies who had cruelly violated him for three years. But he faced a powerful sect of cultivators with countless beautiful women and strong warriors. Could he defeat those pure fairies and exact his revenge? 1. A Fairy's Mortal Heart
"I wish to become an immortal, to be as joyful as the heavens, to create myths that will spread in the wind..."
A melodious song drifted through the mist.
This high mountain, named Yuli Mountain, stands in a remote part of Fengzhou County. Legend has it that immortals once lived there.
Such rumors are generally considered nonsense and should not be believed. However, some children firmly believe them and often go to the mountain to search for traces of immortals, but none of them have ever found them.
In the early morning, thick white fog drifted through the valley, and a small figure appeared and disappeared in the fog.
The morning breeze blew, dispersing the fog and revealing a boy running quickly ahead.
As he ran, he muttered to himself, "Sigh, I'm lost again! The fog in the mountains is too thick. What if I get lost and die in the mountains?"
Although he said this, there was no anxious expression on his face. He was still smiling and did not care about his current predicament at all. Because he had gotten lost in the mountains many times before, but he had never died in the mountains and was still alive and well.
He was the son of a wealthy family named Yi from a nearby town. Because he lived at the foot of the mountain, he was named Yi Shanjin.
Yi Shanjin was naturally mischievous and loved listening to stories of gods and ghosts. He would often drag his cousin Liang Shanbo to tell him stories, and once he started, he wouldn't let him leave, much to Liang Shanbo's annoyance. Liang Shanbo only managed to escape him when he had the opportunity to study at Wansong Academy in the provincial capital. By this time, Yi Shanjin had grown a few years older, learned some characters, and began to seek out books of gods and ghosts to read.
Living at the foot of Yuli Mountain, he was also accustomed to the rumors of gods living there. On a sudden impulse, he secretly ran off to the mountain to find the gods.
He was only a few years old then, and got lost in the mountains, crying loudly in fear, thinking he would never return home. Later, his family organized many servants and villagers to search the mountain. They finally found him, took him back, gave him a severe beating, and forbade him from ever entering Yuli Mountain again.
However, not long after, he forgot his pain and ran off to the mountain alone again, quickly getting lost once more.
This time he didn't cry. He sat patiently in the thick fog, waiting until his family came up the mountain to find him. They brought him back and beat him again. After his buttocks healed, he suddenly disappeared again. His family was no longer worried; they just sighed and led people up the mountain to look for him, only to catch him and beat him again.
This happened time and time again. He practically treated Yuli Mountain as his own backyard, running there to find the immortals whenever he had a chance. However, as he grew older and more sensible, his family simply stopped looking for him. Anyway, he would return on his own after two or three days in the mountains, so there was no need to worry.
Year after year passed like this, and Yi Shanjin searched for the immortals again and again, but to no avail. Yesterday, feeling frustrated from reading, he took some dry rations and secretly went up the mountain, dreaming that this time he could catch the immortal, grab his beard, force him to acknowledge him as his disciple, and then he could live forever and rule the world.
Over the years, Yi Shanjin had become famous in the town, and everyone in the town sneered at his delusions.
There are immortals in the mortal world, but no one in their remote town has ever seen one. They've only heard that these immortals are high above, spending their days cultivating immortality and looking down on mortals.
According to their relatives in the big city, even the emperor has to kowtow to these immortals, and even a novice cultivator must be treated with utmost respect by the emperor and officials. How could such high and mighty immortals possibly take such a mischievous child as their disciple?
Of course, if one day Yishan Jin really did become an immortal cultivator, surpassing all mortals, half the town would die of envy.
Yi Shanjin knew he had little hope of finding immortals in the mountains, and he wasn't worried about getting lost in the fog. He just wandered aimlessly through the mountains, casually laughing and saying, "It's alright, it's alright. I can go home when the fog clears at noon!"
That's what he always did. If he got lost at night, he would find a cave to sleep in, and by noon the next day, when the fog cleared, he could easily find his way home, go down the mountain, eat, sleep, and continue his comfortable life.
The problem was, he hadn't heard the saying, "Those who climb mountains often will eventually encounter tigers."
People like him, who read a few tales of immortals and became superstitious about the existence of gods and immortals, dreaming of becoming gods and immortals, were bound to suffer divine retribution sooner or later…
Yi Shanjin was completely unaware that the wheels of fate and history were turning rapidly, rolling towards him with unstoppable force, and he was still running around in the fog, searching for that elusive immortal opportunity.
Finally, his eyes pierced through the gradually dissipating white fog and keenly discovered something different.
In the distance, amidst the vast expanse of white mist, a wisp of red mist appeared, almost blindingly bright.
Yi Shanjin ran quickly towards it and was astonished to find that the mist was pale pink, like a long, thin thread floating in the air, extending into the depths of the white mist.
Yi Shanjin's spirits lifted, and he strode towards the mist following the red thread, passing through clumps of trees, until he discovered a small cave entrance behind a large rock.
The cave's location was extremely well-hidden; even someone as experienced in the mountains as Yi Shanjin would never have noticed it. Without the red thread guiding him, he could have searched for a hundred years without ever finding this small cave.
Yi Shanjin looked back; the pink mist still floated like a thread within the white mist, extending further into the cave. The cave was pitch black; nothing could be seen. The red mist thread was also swallowed by the darkness, its length impossible to discern.
Yi Shan Jin took a deep breath, suppressing his wildly pounding heart, made up his mind, lit a torch, and crawled into the cave. The entrance was extremely narrow, but the inside was relatively spacious, allowing him to stand upright and walk with the torch.
Red mist still floated in the tunnel, guiding his way. Yi Shan Jin walked forward step by step, passing through the winding underground passages. The road seemed incredibly long until his legs were weak with exhaustion. Suddenly, he heard voices ahead, faint and ethereal, reaching his ears.
The voice was so melodious and beautiful that even a boy as innocent as him, hearing such a soft and seductive voice, felt his body go weak, leaving only one part of him erect.
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In Yu Li Mountain, there was indeed once a celestial abode.
That immortal was a rare and powerful being in the world, named Xie Xiyan. He acted solely according to his own whims, stirring up a storm of bloodshed in the cultivation world. Countless powerful cultivators were cruelly murdered by him, and countless beautiful female cultivators were brutally raped and killed beneath his giant bird.
Cultivators, revered as gods by mortals for their immense strength and unimaginable power, were like chickens and dogs before Xie Xiyan, completely at his mercy.
Later, he offended too many people, and his cave was attacked by hordes of cultivators. Unable to bear it any longer, he simply moved away from the mountain and fled to a very distant place.
Although he had emptied his cave dwelling, it was a place he had lived in for a long time and had developed some attachment to it. Moreover, the cave was rich in spiritual energy, which was very helpful for cultivation, so it would be a pity to abandon it. He still harbored the thought of moving back someday, so he placed a restriction and set up a defensive array in the mountain to prevent anyone from entering and occupying his cave.
Not long after he left, his enemies heard that he had appeared elsewhere and swarmed after him, no longer caring about his abandoned cave. Afterwards, they launched several battles, but suddenly they subsided, and no more battles were reported.
Some rumors said that Xie Xiyan was driven to a dead end and, in a fit of rage, unleashed a world-shaking spell, perishing together with his enemies; others said that after killing all his enemies, he fled to a more distant place, captured some beautiful female cultivators, and practiced dual cultivation with them every day, until one day he accidentally died from pleasure, and then his descendants scattered, with his estate being completely divided up by the freed female cultivators.
The truth remains unclear. It all happened many, many years ago, and most of the cultivators from that time are now dead; those still alive know little of the details.
Xie Xiyan's cave dwelling on Yuli Mountain was carefully preserved. Due to the powerful array, the spiritual energy within was concealed, and even passing cultivators failed to detect a trace of it.
Over time, the great battle that had taken place there was forgotten.
But today, the long-uninhabited cave dwelling welcomed new guests.
Two stunningly beautiful women stood in the center of the cave, surveying the empty hall, their disappointment evident. They hailed from the prestigious cultivation sect, Ice Toad Palace: one was the Palace Master, Yin Bingqing, and the other her prized disciple, Yu Xuerong.
Yin Bingqing, the head of Ice Toad Palace, wielded immense power. Though beautiful, she possessed a cold and aloof aura, commanding respect without anger, deterring anyone from any intention of intrusion.
These two were renowned figures in the cultivation world. Ordinary cultivators would bow respectfully before them, and even the slightest anger from them would silence them in fear. Mortal emperors and generals could only prostrate themselves before them, not daring to even glance at them.
Anyone who dared to be disrespectful to them, whether emperor or high-ranking cultivator, would face certain death. With their earth-shattering power, slaying highly skilled cultivators was not difficult.
However, now they were caught in a dilemma, facing a great crisis.
The cause of this trouble was that Yin Bingqing had unexpectedly obtained a notebook left behind by Xie Xiyan, which contained the method to open the restrictions of this cave dwelling and mentioned that it contained cultivation secrets he had left behind.
Even the Palace Master of the Ice Toad Palace harbored a longing for the powerful immortals of ancient times. A formidable adversary was preparing to lead his numerous subordinates in war against the Ice Toad Palace, actively recruiting cultivators from various sects to join him, aiming to annihilate the Ice Toad Palace and seize its treasured heirlooms.
If she could find Xie Xiyan's cultivation method beforehand, she might have a chance to defeat the enemy and preserve the Ice Toad Palace's millennia-old lineage. Therefore, Yin Bingqing, along with her most trusted disciple Yu Xuerong, followed the records in the notes, finding their way to Yuli Mountain. They broke through the restrictions and entered the cave protected by the array.
To prevent the array from malfunctioning and leaving them there, Yin Bingqing did not deactivate it. Of course, she hadn't expected someone to intrude so coincidentally.
The cave had indeed been emptied by Xie Xiyan, leaving only some heavy furniture. While these items were valuable in the mortal realm, cultivators might not value them much.
This divine grotto was built by hollowing out the mountainside, making it extremely spacious and magnificent. Xie Xiyan was always extravagant, using the most expensive materials to construct her grotto, with carved beams and painted rafters, striving for perfection.
The notes were indeed correct; on the walls of the main hall, there were indeed cultivation techniques, the culmination of Xie Xiyan's life's work. Yin Bingqing only needed to use her immortal magic to break through the first layer of restrictions to see the supreme immortal technique that shook her to her core.
She was a discerning person, a top talent in the cultivation world, and she could tell at a glance that this technique was absolutely genuine and extremely profound. Compared to the Ice Toad Palace's most treasured secret cultivation techniques, it was like heaven and earth, completely incomparable.
Standing in the hall, Yin Bingqing was overjoyed and could not contain her excitement. She immediately began to cultivate the immortal techniques on the jade wall, drawing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into her body, circulating it along her fixed meridians, expanding her meridians, and increasing the spiritual power within her body.
But soon, her body rapidly grew hot, and the spiritual energy within her increased exponentially, as if it would burst her body. Yin Bingqing was terrified and tried to stop the flow of spiritual energy, but she couldn't.
The spiritual energy within her circulated rapidly like a mighty river, making her body increasingly hot, and her jade-like cheeks flushed crimson, as beautiful as peach blossoms.
She heard a soft moan in her ear, and Yin Bingqing turned her head, panting, to see her most beloved disciple standing beside her, her slender body trembling violently, her pretty face flushed, panting heavily, her breasts heaving rapidly.
Yin Bingqing knew without a doubt that Xie Xiyan was in the same predicament as her, and inwardly groaned.
This Xie Xiyan was known as an ancient evil spirit, and even her cultivation method was incredibly wicked. At first glance, it seemed very similar to righteous cultivation techniques, even more wondrous, but once practiced, it only fueled her lust, filling her mind with thoughts of sexual matters.
As the head of the Ice Toad Palace, Yin Bingqing naturally had to set an example for the female cultivators within. Always pure and chaste, she showed no interest in any man, focusing solely on her cultivation. Now, with her Dao heart shattered, an unprecedented lust surged forth, filling her entire body, causing her to burn intensely, her jade-like body trembling violently, and she was in excruciating pain .
If this continued, she would eventually die from the burning desire. The only way to save herself was to find a man to quench her lust; once he satisfied her, the crisis would naturally pass.
However, to prevent the news from leaking and attracting sabotage from rivals and the attention of cultivators from various sects, she had only brought Yu Xuerong with her on this trip. Besides, the Ice Toad Palace was entirely populated by female cultivators; even if she brought everyone here, she would still be missing a crucial organ—unable to extinguish her lust.
"Just one man will do, just one…" Yin Bingqing was controlled by lust, her slender hands trembling, her mind filled with only this one thought. But deep underground, let alone men, even boys were nowhere to be found…
“A boy?” Yin Bingqing suddenly widened her eyes, her beautiful eyes flashing with a bluish light.
Standing at the entrance of the hall was a thin, frail boy!
Yu Xuerong also spotted the infiltrated Yi Shanjin at the same time, her beautiful eyes gleaming as if she wanted to devour him whole.
As expected of master and disciple, having spent so much time together, they had developed a tacit understanding. They exchanged a glance and immediately understood each other's intentions. Thus, this pair of stunningly beautiful, pure and innocent women pounced on the thin, pitiful boy like hungry wolves!
Yi Shanjin stood before the cave entrance, witnessing a breathtaking scene he could never have imagined.
The floor, pillars, and walls of the hall were all made of jade, radiating a soft, lustrous glow.
Large, luminous pearls were inlaid on the jade walls, illuminating the underground cave.
Long, flowing silk curtains, vibrant in color, adorned the hall, mingling with the pearls and jade scattered throughout, creating a breathtakingly beautiful, dreamlike atmosphere.
On the jade wall directly opposite the main entrance, rows of large, gleaming golden characters shone brilliantly.
In the center of the hall stood two stunningly beautiful women, their robes flowing gracefully, like celestial beings.
The woman in the pure white silk dress, in particular, was tall and mature, her beauty exquisite. She possessed both a pristine purity and an allure of mature womanhood; to Yi Shan, even the Guanyin in paintings paled in comparison.
In his entire life, Yishan had never seen such beautiful women or such a magnificent and luxurious mansion. He was instantly captivated, as if he were in the most beautiful dream.
He saw the two stunningly beautiful women standing in the hall, gazing intently at the golden characters on the jade wall. Their curvaceous and slender bodies trembled slightly, and their elegant silk dresses swayed gently, making his heart tremble as if it were trembling along with them.
Faced with this breathtaking scene, even he, a naive boy, was intoxicated, his gaze fixed on the two elegant and beautiful women, unable to look away.
He stood there dumbfounded at the door, his breathing gradually becoming heavy, even attracting the attention of the two beauties. The two women, who had been facing him with their faces turned away, saw him standing by the door, and their eyes simultaneously shone with an intense light!
This light was so dazzling that he could hardly look directly at it. Those beautiful and captivating eyes shone brightly; he would never forget this exquisite scene.
Their slender, graceful figures suddenly moved, rushing towards him like a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, they appeared before him, each grabbing one of his wrists tightly. The exquisite sensation of their delicate, smooth hands on his wrists sent shivers down Yi Shan's spine, and the overwhelming fragrance of orchids and musk quickly enveloped him, making him almost lose consciousness.
When he came to his senses, he was shocked to find himself dragged to the center of the hall, standing on the jade floor.
The jade floor was pure white and smooth, each piece a priceless gem, leaving him stunned and afraid to step on it. But he had no choice. The younger, more beautiful girl, her face flushed, screamed and pushed him to the ground, reaching out her delicate hands to pull down his pants.
Although she was younger, she was still much older than Yi Shanjin, appearing to be eighteen or nineteen years old. She possessed a delicate and beautiful face, a slender and shapely figure, and a tiny waist that swayed gracefully like a willow in the wind, alluring and captivating.
How could a boy like Yi Shanjin resist the forceful assault of this beautiful older sister? Although he gasped and reached for his belt, she forcibly pulled it down, revealing his soft, delicate penis.
The moment the penis saw the light of day, even the gods were astonished!
These two celestial beauties stared wide-eyed at the thumping penis between his legs, as if they were seeing a thousand-year-old ginseng fruit, their joy uncontrollable.
They were supposed to be very knowledgeable, having seen many things that ordinary people hadn't seen in lifetimes. But this thing, an organ found on ordinary men, was something they had never seen before. Staring at it with wide eyes, their mouths went dry and their hearts pounded.
Yin Bingqing, always of high rank and power, hadn't knelt before anyone for centuries. But on this day, she willingly lowered her noble knees, kneeling at the feet of this frail boy. Yu Xuerong, her beautiful eyes glazed, knelt beside Yi Shanjin, panting softly. She and her master simultaneously extended their slender, beautiful hands, trembling, towards Yi Shanjin's penis.
The smooth, bamboo-like fingers gently touched the small shaft, and all three bodies trembled violently.
Yu Xuerong, being younger and less skilled, was overwhelmed by desire and couldn't control herself. She flipped her hand, firmly grasping the penis, refusing to let go.
Yi Shanjin let out a bloodcurdling scream, his penis almost crushed by her warm, smooth hand, writhing in agony. Tears welling in his eyes, he struggled desperately to escape from beneath her, but Yu Xue Rong, her face flushed with embarrassment, pounced on him, ruthlessly tearing off his clothes and socks, revealing his innocent, naked body.
"No! Let me go! I'm still a virgin, you can't..." Yi Shan Jin cried out in panic, but deep within the mountain, who could hear his cries, or, out of chivalry, rescue him from the clutches of this lecherous demon?
The beautiful young woman ignored his cries, simply holding him down with one hand while quickly untying her own clothes with the other.
Soon, Yi Shan Jin stopped screaming, his eyes wide with shock and confusion as he stared at Yu Xue Rong, his mind reeling. Her
brightly colored, luxurious silk robes fluttered down, revealing the alluring body of the stunningly beautiful young woman.
Her skin was as smooth and white as ice, radiating a lustrous glow; her breasts were high and firm, the rosy peaks rising and falling rapidly with her soft breaths, a sight so beautiful it took one's breath away. Her
slender waist, so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, formed a beautiful curve with her long, shapely legs and high, firm breasts—a perfect maiden's body, like a beautiful work of art, exuding a powerful allure.
This exquisitely beautiful celestial maiden, tormented by desire within her, panted as she climbed onto Yi Shanjin's body, parting her long, jade-like legs to straddle him, pinning him firmly beneath her.
Yi Shanjin could clearly feel her pink legs and snowy buttocks rubbing against his skin, so smooth and soft, igniting a fire within him.
But his penis remained limp; Yu Xuerong's earlier squeeze had been too harsh, leaving him hesitant to stand and salute her.
However, in the battle between mortal and immortal, the immortal would ultimately prevail.
Yi Shan was stunned into a daze, his body numb. He could only stare at her in panic as the beautiful young woman moved her slender, alluring, naked body, panting as she pressed herself against him, bringing her long, shapely legs together to his penis.
Her vulva was covered in fine, glossy black hair, and her pink garden, partially hidden by the pubic hair, shimmered with an alluring moisture.
The delicate petals pressed against his penis, and feeling the warm, moist sensation, Yi Shan trembled violently, his penis and all.
From the center of her vulva, glistening dewdrops flowed, smearing the head of his penis. Yu Xue Rong trembled, clamping her long, shapely legs tightly around the thin boy beneath her, trying her best to press her purest, most secret, girlish vulva against his penis.
The petals, as if alive, trembled and gripped the head of his penis, transferring the heat from her body to it.
Yu Xue Rong placed her slender hand on Yi Shan Jin's shoulder, her head lowered as she gazed at his panicked face. Her beautiful eyes were filled with glistening tears, which fell drop by drop onto his face.
She was originally the most outstanding disciple of the Ice Toad Palace, deeply favored by the Palace Master. Her cultivation progress far surpassed that of her peers. She had always been respectful and self-disciplined, and according to the traditions of the Ice Toad Palace, she regarded all men as nothing and had never disturbed her Dao heart.
But today, under the strange power of the ancient evil Xie Xi Yan, she could no longer suppress the desire in her heart and actually forced herself on a mortal boy. She was filled with shame and despair that she could not bear.
The fire of lust burned fiercely, scorching her reason. Yu Xue Rong's petals became scalding hot, and a heat surged from her pure and empty flower path, turning into a powerful suction that firmly pulled Yi Shan Jin's penis to her tender virginity.
Yi Shan felt his penis instantly become erect, and it quickly grew larger and harder under the tight pressure of her hot, moist vulva. He was filled with fear and anger, and cried out, "You... what kind of sorcery are you using?"
He vaguely remembered a storyteller telling him about fox spirits who liked to bewitch men, strip them naked, and engage in such shameful acts. Afterwards, the man would be drained of his life force, while the fox spirit would gain power and eventually ascend to immortality.
Yu Xue Rong's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She bit her cherry lips and teeth, and said in a trembling voice, "Sorcery? My Ice Toad Palace is a righteous and prestigious sect. How could we use such sorcery?" As soon as she spoke, she suddenly realized that what she was practicing might be the sorcery of the Great Evil Xie Xi Yan. A pang of sadness shot through her heart, and she was too ashamed to lift her head in front of this mortal boy.
But overwhelmed by lust, she could no longer restrain herself, writhing her fair body against Yi Shanjin's. The suction from her hot, tender orifice grew stronger, causing Yi Shanjin's penis to swell to an enormous size, plunging hard into her tender opening and pressing against her delicate hymen.
Yi Shanjin was astonished, realizing his penis had never been so large before. The head of his untouched virgin penis was tightly gripped by her tender opening, gently rubbing against the soft flesh inside, a sensation that was both painful and pleasurable.
Yu Xuerong's master, Yin Bingqing, knelt beside her, staring blankly at the scene. Her slender, beautiful, and alluring mature body trembled slightly, appearing pitiful.
Intense desire was also tormenting her pure heart. Although she had cultivated for hundreds of years and her Dao heart was firm, under such a perverse dual cultivation technique, she was gradually unable to resist, slowly sinking into the abyss of lust.
She knew this must be a dual cultivation technique; otherwise, it wouldn't cause such intense lust. Now, she was using all her spiritual power to resist the burning desire, helplessly watching her disciple fall into evil ways, yet powerless to stop her.
Crystal tears streamed from her beautiful eyes. She silently watched the erotic scene before her, thinking of her beloved disciple, whom she considered her own, losing her virginity, and her inability to save her—her heart was truly breaking.
With her last remaining strength, she struggled to resist the invasion of evil thoughts. She reached out her trembling hand and pressed it against Yu Xuerong's bare shoulder, about to push her away, when a surge of lust overwhelmed her, almost causing her to lose her Dao heart. She frantically focused her mind and channeled her spiritual power to resist.
Yu Xuerong was gradually going mad, staring at the boy beneath her, younger than herself, her beautiful eyes flushed pink and filled with hot tears.
Yin Bingqing's smooth hand pressed against her shoulder; the intimate friction of their skin caused her strong Dao heart to crumble at that moment. Yu Xuerong screamed, forcefully sitting down, using her own strength to forcefully slam her hymen against the virgin's penis, shattering it on the pink glans!
Her thirsty, burning honeyed passage quickly swallowed the entire penis. Yi Shan screamed at the same time, feeling his lower body enter the warm, moist, tight passage, being intensely rubbed, experiencing both painful and pleasurable sensations.
As the glans pierced her delicate, pure hymen and the entire penis penetrated her body, Yu Xuerong's heart trembled violently. A surge of intense sorrow welled up within her, and tears streamed down her face, falling onto Yi Shanjin's face and into his mouth. He drank this comforting reward at the moment of losing his virginity.
The tears of a beautiful young woman who had cultivated for many years tasted different from those of mortals. Like ice beads falling into his mouth, they were slightly sour and slightly sweet, carrying a faint taste of sorrow. Yi Shanjin tasted the virgin's tears and was horrified.
These "virgin's tears" were among the rarest treasures found even by immortals, but they were only effective for those sects that practiced dual cultivation techniques. For ordinary people, consuming them was like a cow chewing on a peony.
However, if this cow had come into contact with top-tier dual cultivation techniques, things would be different.
Bright red virgin blood flowed from the torn flower path, and a powerful suction force surged from within Yu Xue Rong's honeyed passage. The tender flesh walls forcefully sucked at the swollen penis, drawing it deeper and deeper, as if to swallow it entirely.
The beautiful fairy's delicate womb clung tightly to the swollen glans, and a surge of heat flowed along the penis into Yi Shan Jin's body, quickly making his groin burning hot.
Xie Xi Yan's supreme dual cultivation technique had produced astonishing results. Even Yi Shan Jin, a mortal who had never practiced immortal arts, automatically produced reactions similar to those during dual cultivation under the spiritual power driven by the dual cultivation technique within Yu Xue Rong's body.
This technique was created by Xie Xi Yan with all her wisdom, originally intended for the captured female cultivators to practice, purifying their spiritual power and increasing their cultivation levels, but now it had benefited the three in the Jade Palace.
Yu Xuerong's spiritual power, honed over many years, was extremely profound. At this moment, the dual cultivation technique drew upon her, continuously surging towards her uterus. Centered on the uterus, she cultivated nine cycles within it, transforming it into pure spiritual power, which flowed into Yi Shanjin's penis.
If it were a cultivator with many years of experience, their meridians would be unobstructed, allowing them to smoothly complete the dual cultivation. However, Yi Shanjin was merely an ordinary mortal. The spiritual power flowing into his penis, directly to his lower abdomen, and struggling along his meridians, caused him excruciating pain, causing him to scream in agony.
Yu Xuerong's pure and profound spiritual power forcibly expanded his meridians and transformed his body. This torture was even more cruel and vicious than the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty. Yi Shanjin was in unbearable pain; his delicate meridians were filled with immense spiritual power, making his body feel as if it were about to burst. Crimson blood even seeped from some parts of his skin.
"A man doesn't easily shed tears..." Yi Shanjin choked back sobs, but tears still streamed down his face, no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.
He was, after all, just an ordinary boy. He had been forcibly raped by the fairy upon their first meeting, his body subjected to such cruel and excruciating pain. The fact that he could suppress his sobs was a testament to his strong will.
Yi Shanjin stared through tear-filled eyes at the beautiful girl straddling him, utterly unable to believe that the goddess he had always admired and worshipped would treat him this way.
"Is this the fate that awaits me in my pursuit of immortality?" Yi Shanjin cried out in anguish, his hands flailing wildly, desperately grasping at Yu Xuerong's high, smooth breasts, hoping to pull her off him.
But his cries evoked no pity from his rapist; instead, she was aroused by his touch, unable to resist thrusting her slender waist and swaying her buttocks, instinctively beginning her rape and ravaging of him. Even her tender, bleeding vagina, torn by the penis, felt immense pleasure as it rubbed against her.
The hard penis rubbed against the delicate walls of her vaginal canal, and Yu Xue Rong felt a strange sensation, a feeling she had never experienced before. Her newly entered vagina was both painful and pleasurable, and the pain of being torn combined with this made her moan softly.
The sound was incredibly melodious and alluring, and Yi Shan Jin felt his body go weak at the sound.
The friction of the penis against her tender walls was pleasurable, but the intense pain from the forced opening of his meridians by her spiritual energy was enough to offset it all. Yi Shan Jin painfully threw his head back and let out a scream that was both painful and pleasurable.
As if accompanying him, Yu Xue Rong's soft, joyful moans and his screams became a duet, echoing throughout the jade-built hall.
With each cry, she felt a surge of pleasure, the pain seemingly lessening. She continued this cycle, crying out in ecstasy, completely oblivious to the fact that her most revered master was watching closely beside her.
Her spiritual energy circulated automatically, undergoing nine cycles of refinement in her womb, gradually flowing into the urethral opening of Yi Shanjin's penis, forcibly penetrating his body and opening his meridians.
Yi Shanjin was in excruciating pain, almost going mad, only able to scream in agony. This agony felt like it lasted for centuries. Just as he was about to faint from the pain, the intense, pleasurable stimulation would pull him back, preventing him from escaping the torment in blissful unconsciousness.
2. Three years of frenzied lust
felt like centuries. After enduring endless suffering, Yi Shanjin's meridians were finally unblocked, and the spiritual energy filled with the fairy's primordial yin flowed smoothly through him.
During this time, Yu Xuerong constantly thrust her slender waist, riding on top of Yi Shanjin and raping him. With her increasingly frenzied movements, the now-thick penis thrust rapidly in and out of her snowy buttocks. The friction brought on a pleasure that brought tears of excitement to her eyes, which slid down her jade-like cheeks and dripped onto Yi Shanjin's face and body.
Yi Shanjin screamed with his mouth wide open, seemingly having drunk countless virgin tears, which slid down his throat and seeped into his meridians, helping to expand them and slightly alleviating the excruciating pain in his body.
As the penis rubbed against her tender orifice faster and faster, Yu Xuerong's beautiful face became even more flushed, so vibrant that it seemed as if it were about to bleed, and her intense moans and gasps filled the entire hall.
As the pleasure gradually reached its peak, Yu Xuerong suddenly screamed and collapsed onto Yi Shanjin's body, her snow-white and slender body trembling violently, having reached her first orgasm.
Her tender flower path spasmed wildly, secreting a large amount of honey-like fluid, staining the entire penis, even flowing down to his testicles, and soaking Yi Shanjin's inner thighs.
Within her jade-like body, all the spiritual energy, along with the circulation of the dual cultivation technique, entered her uterus and poured into her penis in large quantities.
In the ecstasy of that climax, Yu Xuerong was already out of her mind, feeling all her spiritual energy rushing wildly into that exquisitely beautiful penis, making her tremble violently with pleasure, feeling as if she were dying and ascending to heaven. When her trembling stopped, the last drop of spiritual energy had also poured into the penis, leaving her body completely empty, with not a trace of spiritual energy left in her meridians.
The boy, who was tightly held by her slender arms, was flushed red, his body swollen, as if he was about to burst.
The spiritual energy that Yu Xuerong had cultivated for many years was originally cultivated using the supreme secret method of the Ice Toad Palace, which was incredibly powerful. Now, she was forcibly squeezing it into his body. How could he possibly withstand it?
"Am I going to die?" Yi Shan thought in his semi-conscious state, filled with remorse. "If only I hadn't believed in those legends of gods and immortals..." As he thought this, a tear of sorrow welled up in the corner of his eye.
After her ecstasy, Yu Xuerong regained a slight clarity of mind and suddenly realized that all her spiritual energy had vanished, and her years of cultivation had been in vain. She was utterly horrified. With her weak, feeble arms, she embraced Yi Shanjin's naked body, tears streaming down her face.
Yi Shanjin was also utterly weak, yet his body was swollen, and his penis had swelled and hardened, thrusting straight into her tight, tender vagina. The glans pressed relentlessly against her cervix, and his penis was many times larger than before.
His penis was already painfully swollen, but Yu Xuerong's tight, honeyed passage continued to contract, squeezing his penis forcefully, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm, as if she wouldn't stop until she had satisfied him completely.
With each contraction and squeeze of her vaginal walls, his swollen, thick penis finally couldn't withstand her sucking and demanding, and it began to throb violently, wildly ejaculating years of accumulated semen into her delicate, pure womb.
The virgin's semen, scalding hot and intense, gushed from the urethra and sprayed wildly into the uterus. Yu Xuerong was stunned by this violent ejaculation. Her naked arms clung tightly to Yi Shanjin, her cherry lips pressed against his ear, and she screamed.
After only a brief pause following her first orgasm, she reached her second.
Her vaginal canal convulsed wildly, desperately squeezing the thick penis, and her uterus generated an extremely strong suction force, as if trying to suck in all the semen.
In the ecstasy of her orgasm, she couldn't suppress her desire at all; her excited cries were so lewd that her beautiful and mature master blushed, tears welling in her eyes.
Yi Shanjin's abundant spiritual energy surged forth, rushing from the penis into the uterus, refining the uterine artifact, causing it to gleam with a crystal-clear white light.
Although it resided within her body, the light shone through her jade-like form, giving Yu Xuerong's lower body a crystalline luster that made Yin Bingqing's eyes sparkle.
This spiritual energy, after passing through Yi Shanjin's meridians, had changed its nature. Infused with the power of primordial yang, it surged into Yu Xuerong's body, flowing rapidly through her meridians like a mighty river, making her radiant and glowing.
Lust surged once more; she excitedly rode Yi Shanjin's body, thrusting her slender waist forcefully against him, feeling the spiritual energy flowing between their bodies. Each flow from his penis invigorated her, and she vaguely sensed an improvement in her cultivation. Although she couldn't be certain of a significant increase in cultivation until the dual cultivation ended, this hope already excited her greatly.
When she was fully conscious, she felt unbearable shame, feeling indignant that a mortal's penis was tightly gripped in her most secret and precious forbidden zone. However, lust would quickly surge up, suppressing her shame. Even with her cheeks flushed red with shame, she still forcefully raped Yi Shanjin with tears in her eyes, completely ignoring the cries of the boy beneath her.
Yi Shanjin did feel pleasure. As spiritual energy flowed through his meridians, he gradually became accustomed to the pain of his first time, and the friction of his penis against her pure, sweet passage and tender flesh felt wonderful, so his screams gradually turned into pleasure.
Yu Xuerong's newly practiced dual cultivation technique was indeed miraculous. Under the influence of spiritual energy, it actually kept his mortal penis erect and never went limp, even after repeated ejaculations.
During their lovemaking, Yin Bingqing knelt beside them, watching in a daze, her tender lower body burning as if it were on fire, almost unbearable.
Although her cultivation was high and her will strong, she ultimately couldn't withstand the torment of lust. Watching her disciple brazenly rape a mortal boy, repeatedly reaching ecstasy, filled her with unbearable jealousy. She wanted nothing more than to grab her beloved disciple and slap her hard across the face to punish her for daring to utter lewd sounds in front of her.
Worst of all, these lewd sounds continued to fuel her lust, making it unbearable. Finally, at the height of Yu Xuerong's ecstasy, she forcefully reached out and pushed her off Yi Shanjin.
Caught off guard, Yu Xuerong fell headfirst to the ground, bumping her head and nearly fainting with a scream. After a long while, she angrily got up, glaring at her master with wide eyes, completely disregarding the proper etiquette between master and disciple.
At this moment, Yin Bingqing had already torn open her clothes and climbed onto Yi Shanjin. Since Yu Xuerong dared to steal her man right in front of her, what more could she say?
Yu Xuerong was already delirious with pleasure. Even though her virginity had been separated from the thick penis, she couldn't immediately regain her senses. Seeing Yin Bingqing straddling Yi Shanjin, she was consumed by unbearable jealousy and pounced on her in a fit of rage!
Although Yin Bingqing had untied her snow-white gauze dress and pounced on Yi Shanjin, she still retained some clarity of mind. She tried hard to suppress her lust and hesitated, slowing her movements. After all, she had cultivated immortal arts with a pure heart for hundreds of years. Suddenly destroying her chastity on her own was bound to cause her some hesitation.
"Should I ride him? Insert that thing into me..." Yin Bingqing felt as if she were being tormented by a raging fire, suffering unbearable pain. As she hesitated, the immortal's pure gauze dress had already been undone, revealing the woman's most hidden and tender garden, with thick, black hair that shimmered with a dark sheen.
"Ah!" Yi Shanjin cried out in surprise, exclaiming, "It hurt this much with someone who had so little hair! With all your hair, it'll hurt like hell!"
Actually, the amount of hair had nothing to do with pain, but it wasn't surprising that an ignorant virgin like Yi Shanjin would say something so absurd.
Yin Bingqing blushed with shame and hurriedly covered her private parts with her hands, trying to prevent him from seeing them.
This was nothing short of "covering up while stealing a bell"—Yi Shanjin had counted every single hair on her head; what was the point of covering it?
Especially since her lower body was still driven by lust, involuntarily thrusting forward, her tender flesh, glistening with dew, gently pressing against his swollen glans.
The dew smeared onto the boy's glans, while the semen, nectar, and virgin blood on his penis stained her pure petals.
The hot, tender flesh swallowed the large glans, causing a slight pain from its stretching. Suddenly, Yin Bingqing panicked. In her pain, she hastily retreated, looking down to see blood, semen, and nectar smeared on her tender vulva, leaving a mess.
Having lived for hundreds of years, Yin Bingqing was practically a shrewd sage; she immediately recognized it as the discharge from her beloved disciple. Overwhelmed with shame, she immediately raised her hand and forcefully struck down at Yi Shanjin's head.
Although she was weak and powerless, with the formidable strength of a cultivator, even a small blow was enough to shatter his skull!
"He raped my beloved disciple, a capital offense; moreover, he tried to assault me, attempting to steal my 'red coin'!" Yin Bingqing unreasonably placed all the blame on Yi Shanjin. If she could kill him, at least the crisis of losing her 'red coin' would be temporarily averted.
But just as Yi Shanjin's life hung in the balance, Yu Xuerong angrily pounced, grabbing her long, black hair and forcibly dragging her off Yi Shanjin. She then straddled her, raising her fists and wrestling fiercely.
Yin Bingqing was shocked and cried out, "Disciple, have you gone mad?"
No amount of shouting helped. The lustful curse had taken hold, and Yu Xuerong had lost her mind, seeing her only as a rival vying for her man. She threw punches wildly, her former respect and humility towards her master long gone.
Yin Bingqing, having taken several punches, had no choice but to return the blows, parrying the barrage of fists.
At this moment, two renowned beauties of the cultivation world were locked in a fierce struggle. If people knew they were fighting tooth and nail for a man, it would be enough to make all cultivators' jaws drop. When
the hawk and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits.
Yi Shanjin seized the opportunity to quietly get up, his limbs weak, and crawl towards the door. But he hadn't crawled far when the sharp-eyed Yu Xuerong noticed and screamed, "He's escaped!"
Yin Bingqing's hand went limp, releasing her grip on her hair. Turning back, she saw Yi Shanjin fleeing towards the door, and a sudden sense of loss rose within her, as if something most precious was about to be lost.
The master and disciple, who had been at odds, suddenly stopped their infighting and lunged forward, grabbing the naked boy and pinning him beneath them. Then, Yin Bingqing suddenly punched her beloved disciple, knocking him unconscious, and shouted angrily, "He's mine!"
After experiencing the near loss of Yi Shanjin, she finally realized the importance of this stranger: without him, she would die consumed by lust!
Next, Yin Bingqing let go of her inner turmoil and frantically tore off her clothes, preparing for a passionate battle with Yi Shanjin.
She had already undressed, so removing her clothes was easy. In an instant, a flawlessly beautiful body was revealed before Yi Shanjin.
Seeing such a beautiful body, Yi Shanjin couldn't help but swallow. But he had just been brutally violated by Yu Xuerong, and seeing her lewdly crawling towards him, he still felt lingering fear and cried out, "What are you doing?"
Yin Bingqing snorted coldly, unceremoniously pushing him to the ground, making him lie on his back, and disregarding shame, she forcibly climbed on top of him.
Yi Shanjin looked at the dark hair in her beautiful garden, his face turning deathly pale: "You'll die! If a man is fucked too much, he'll be fucked to death!"
His hearsay knowledge was naturally scoffed at by Yin Bingqing: "Nonsense! I've lived for hundreds of years, and I've never heard of such a thing!"
"Hundreds of years?" Yi Shanjin stared wide-eyed at her, feeling that this fairy was extremely beautiful, graceful, and full of the strong charm of a perfect woman. She looked no more than twenty years old; he couldn't believe she was already hundreds of years old.
"Isn't he so many, many times bigger than me?" Yi Shanjin cried out, trembling. "I'm so small, please let me go!"
The boy's pitiful cries only made Yin Bingqing's pretty face blush slightly. Although she was shy and ashamed, her heart was filled with desire, and she could no longer control herself.
Moreover, snatching this man from her beloved disciple gave her an unprecedented sense of accomplishment. She swayed her snow-white, round thighs, and her charming snow-white buttocks forcefully sat between Yi Shanjin's legs, her beautiful petals pressing against his swollen penis.
In this celestial abode, untouched by the world, this beautiful, mature, and sexy woman was about to carry out an inhumane rape on this thin boy who was much smaller than herself!
Yi Shanjin felt his penis being pinched by her slender fingers and inserted into her tight, tender hole. He could feel the warmth and moisture inside the hole, and he could even feel the thin membrane inside the honey passage already sticking to the tip of his penis.
Based on his experience of losing her virginity earlier, he knew that once the hymen broke, something hot would rush into his penis, causing excruciating pain all over his body, a pain worse than death!
Thinking of this, Yi Shanjin couldn't help but tremble, crying out in anguish, "God, how can anyone live like this?!"
Amidst his desperate screams, the pure, beautiful, mature, and sexy fairy had already forcefully sat down, swallowing his penis with her warm, tight passage.
The thin hymen was ripped apart by the penis, the thick shaft tearing through the pure, tender flower path, blood gushing out, splashing onto Yi Shanjin's penis, mixing with her beloved disciple's virgin blood, making it impossible to distinguish whose blood flowed from whose tender orifice.
At this moment, her sorrowful and remorseful tears also flowed, clear and crystalline, like broken pearls, falling onto Yi Shanjin's face and into his mouth.
The most precious virgin tears, flowing from a top-tier cultivator and the master of the Ice Toad Palace, contained extraordinary spiritual power, almost like real pearls, overflowing into Yi Shan's mouth, nearly choking him.
Yin Bingqing, who held high office and controlled countless lives, gazed at the boy she rode, her heart filled with unbearable sorrow. Her chastity, guarded for so many years, had been lost in a single day, and by the very act of raping a boy. This boy beneath her was so weak; what right did he have to discuss cultivation with her?
She could clearly feel the pain of her flower path being torn apart by the thick penis, the faint sound of blood flowing from her tender orifice, even the slight squelching sound of the glans hitting the fluid inside her honeyed passage—none of it escaped her keen hearing.
Deeply inserted into her untouched virgin flower path was a boy's penis, pressed tightly against the tender walls, both able to feel each other's warmth. Thinking of this, Yin Bingqing was overwhelmed with grief, tears streaming down her beautiful eyes.
Her cultivation was profound; guided by her dual cultivation technique, her spiritual energy mingled with her tears, condensing into pearls that slapped against Yi Shanjin's face and body, rolling onto the warm jade floor like real pearls, radiating a lustrous glow.
Many tears also fell into Yi Shanjin's mouth; he struggled to swallow the burning tears, feeling his body burning.
Spiritual energy surged into his lower body; Yin Bingqing's jade-like body was like a breach in a riverbank, spiritual energy rushing in like a river, forcibly squeezing into his body along his penis, impacting his newly opened meridians.
Yin Bingqing's spiritual energy was profound, far exceeding that of Yu Xuerong by several times. At this moment, everything surged into Yi Shanjin's meridians, filling them to the brim and forcibly widening them, causing him unbearable pain. He once again tasted the agonizing agony of being raped and defiled.
He screamed at the top of his lungs, howling to the heavens, suffering unbearable agony from the rape. Meanwhile, the beautiful and majestic mistress of the Ice Toad Palace straddled him, thrusting her slender waist and pulling her jade buttocks up and down, violently raping him.
Since she had already started, she would continue to do it to the end. With this thought in mind, Yin Bingqing, tears streaming down her face, forcefully moved her jade body, feeling the intense friction between her tender honeyed passage and his thick penis. In addition to the unfamiliar and uncomfortable sensation, a strong pleasure quickly surged up and engulfed her completely.
This further stimulated her lust, making her movements even more intense, and Yi Shanjin beneath her screamed even more pitifully.
Yu Xuerong, naked and limp on the ground, was awakened by the screams and the intense sounds of intercourse. She opened her beautiful eyes and stared blankly at the scene.
She saw her most revered master, the usually pure and dignified, awe-inspiring palace master who never showed any kindness to anyone, now holding down a boy and forcibly raping him, his movements rough and violent, his former elegance completely gone.
Yu Xue Rong raised her hand to her cherry lips, letting out a soft gasp in surprise. She unexpectedly tasted semen on her jade-like fingers, the precious semen she had touched from Yi Shan's genitals when she was close earlier.
No semen spilled from her vulva. It was as if a huge vortex was swirling within her womb, creating a powerful suction that drew every drop of semen from her vagina into the uterus, pulverizing it with spiritual energy, and then thirstily absorbing it, seeping into her bloodstream, flowing through her veins, and becoming a part of her body.
This powerful suction seemed to be conscious, even drawing in the little semen that clung to the outside of her vulva, leaving her tender vulva completely clean. This amazed Yu Xuerong; the dual cultivation technique left behind by Xie Xiyan was indeed extraordinary.
The erotic scene of intense lovemaking before her ignited her lust, clouding her mind. No longer able to think, she pounced like a lioness, grabbing Yi Shanjin on the ground and pressing her breasts against him, rubbing her soft, smooth breasts against his chest to vent her burning desire.
Her rosy nipples danced against his chest, making her eyes gleam with pleasure. Although she also wanted to push Yin Bingqing down and rape the boy herself, the punch she had just received reminded her that she was no match for her master.
So, she had to settle for second best, turning her body around and straddling Yi Shanjin's face, positioning her vulva against his lips, and obscenely sitting down.
Seeing her snow-white, round buttocks sit on his face, Yi Shanjin cried out in anguish, "Disgusting! Heavens, you are utterly inhuman! Where is justice?!"
He spoke of "heaven" and "reason," but he couldn't change the cruel reality. This high and mighty celestial master and disciple forcibly held down the mortal boy they always looked down upon, subjecting him to a brutal gang rape.
This dual cultivation technique was so wondrous and unpredictable that the suction emanating from Yu Xue Rong's tender orifice actually drew Yi Shan Jin's tongue out of his mouth, and as if pulled by a cord, automatically probed into her clean, tender orifice, rapidly stirring and thrusting with his tongue, causing Yu Xue Rong to scream loudly, tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably.
Yin Bing Qing rode on Yi Shan Jin's body like a horse, feeling the thick, hard penis thrusting rapidly in and out of her tender orifice, violently rubbing against her delicate, newly-touched flesh, almost driving her mad with pleasure.
She never dreamed that such pleasurable things existed in the mortal world. In that case, had she wasted the previous hundreds of years?
The intense pleasure made her dizzy, her cherry-like mouth exhaling a rich fragrance as she gasped heavily. Her jade-like hands caressed Yi Shanjin's naked body, her snowy buttocks shaking wildly as she and her beloved disciple mercilessly raped and ravaged the poor boy.
She didn't know how long the rape lasted, but finally reached the peak of pleasure. Her slender, sexy body trembled violently, her tender orifice spasming and contracting, desperately squeezing the boy's penis, generating a powerful suction, as if trying to draw it into her womb.
Yi Shanjin also began to scream loudly, his tongue still deeply inserted into his beloved disciple's tender orifice, uttering indistinct cries of agony.
Although Yi Shanjin had been in great pain, the prolonged friction of Yin Bingqing's tender orifice had also brought him to the peak of pleasure. Under the intense suction of her flower path, his penis throbbed violently, ejaculating large amounts of hot semen deep into her honeyed passage.
Yin Bingqing cried out in ecstasy, her cries a mixture of excitement, sorrow, and bewildered hatred. She didn't know what she would become after losing her virginity, but this moment was incredibly pleasurable. For this exhilarating feeling, it seemed any price was worth paying.
Yi Shanjin's tongue rapidly thrust and licked inside her tender orifice, swallowing countless drops of virgin blood. Her newly deflowered orifice was intensely pleasurable, the delicate flesh trembling violently under his tongue. Yu Xuerong reached her climax, trembling as she clung to her master, bursting into tears.
The two stunningly beautiful women, naked, embraced each other, their high breasts and rosy nipples rubbing intimately, bringing them a strange pleasure. The spiritual
energy in her womb surged wildly into his penis, causing Yi Shanjin excruciating pain throughout his body, his meridians almost bursting.
The spiritual energy flowed rapidly within his body, then flowed back with the ejaculated semen, undergoing nine cycles of refining, and together with the churned semen, surged into Yin Bingqing's meridians, flowing through every part of her body.
From that moment on, the hearts and minds of these two beautiful women were deeply imprinted with Yi Shanjin's, every part of their bodies stained with his semen. Even the spiritual energy they had cultivated for many years originated from Yi Shanjin's body, containing his yang energy; no matter how much they denied it, it was useless.
The penis continued to ejaculate semen, intense pleasure surging into Yin Bingqing's heart. The virgin beauty was brought to the extreme by this young boy's ministrations, suddenly letting out a soft moan and fainting on Yu Xuerong's fragrant shoulder.
Yu Xuerong was startled, then overjoyed. She quickly pushed her master off Yi Shanjin, taking her place, her jade buttocks thrusting upwards, eagerly sitting down on Yi Shanjin's groin.
Her smooth, slender hands grasped the wet penis, her tender orifice quickly engulfing it. Poor Yi Shanjin, without even a moment to catch his breath, was repeatedly gang-raped by this master and disciple, with no regard for his health.
After a long while, Yin Bingqing, still dazed from pleasure, slowly awoke and saw her beloved disciple raping Yi Shanjin. Her eyes burned with jealousy, and she immediately climbed on top of him, positioning her round, snowy buttocks against his face, and quickly sat down.
Yi Shanjin, as if possessed, involuntarily stuck out his tongue to satisfy her, filled with grief, hatred, and fear. He didn't know what kind of evil sorcery they used, that even his tongue could be transformed into a penis.
Her tongue licked and scraped against the tender virgin's honeyed orifice, the slightly rough coating of her tongue rubbing against the delicate, moist flesh of the opening, bringing a pleasurable sensation. Yin Bingqing sighed, her hair practically standing on end with excitement. She had never imagined such blissful pleasure existed in the world.
Although her uterus absorbed all the semen, her juices uncontrollably gushed from the walls of her vagina, flowing into Yi Shanjin's mouth. The taste was sweet and sour, with a refreshing coolness, like a spring of sweet water. Having been raped for so long, Yi Shanjin was parched. Despite feeling humiliated, he tearfully drank down this life-saving water, mouthful after mouthful.
To be fair, the fairy water did taste quite good. As an ignorant boy from a remote town, Yi Shanjin had never tasted such a delicious beverage in his life.
Soon, he abandoned his meaningless shame and began to gulp down the delicious fairy water.
Due to her years of cultivation and profound, pure magical power, Yin Bingqing's drink was far more delicious than the honey flowing from her disciple's honey pot. Yi Shanjin became addicted, finding it both thirst-quenching and delicious. His tongue flew across the blood-stained, pure petals, licking them until she ejaculated profusely, feeding him even more of the drink.
Her pure and precious virgin blood, besides staining the boy's genitals, was also sucked vigorously by him, allowing him to taste the pure blood from the body of a stunningly beautiful fairy.
The master and disciple quickly fell into a frenzy of sexual ecstasy, involuntarily embracing each other, moaning and groaning softly, reaching ecstasy time and again on Yi Shanjin's body.
After all, it was the penis that gave them the most pleasure. The beauty riding Yi Shanjin's crotch would always collapse to one side first, then another beauty would unceremoniously push her aside, taking her place and hungrily swallowing the penis just withdrawn from her honeyed orifice into her own body.
Finally, Yi Shanjin also fainted from pleasure, his penis throbbing wildly as he ejaculated into the womb of some unknown fairy, drifting into a semi-conscious state.
However, as cold-hearted gang rapists, these two celestial beauties had no intention of stopping just because he had fainted. The dual cultivation technique relentlessly attracted the penis, forcibly drawing it hard. The intense pressure of their vaginal passages squeezed it, forcing it to release its semen repeatedly into their bottomless, thirsty wombs.
They had cultivated for many years, long since reaching the state of "abstaining from grains," making not eating a normal occurrence.
Years of practice, subsisting on dew and wind, had purified their bodies to an extreme purity, free of impurities, countless times purer than mortal women.
Now, these two stunningly beautiful women, consumed by lust, completely forgot about food, relentlessly raping Yi Shanjin, unwilling to leave his body.
Soon, a day passed. In the cave, there was no sun or moon, and no one knew the sun had long since set. In this celestial abode, the two celestial beauties continued to hold Yi Shanjin down, relentlessly raping him.
Yi Shanjin repeatedly fainted and awoke, oscillating between ecstasy and agony. His mouth was always filled with two flower petals, from which precious nectar and dew flowed, forcibly fed to him.
The celestial holy water was beyond the reach of ordinary people. Its powerful spiritual energy was enough to prolong life, ward off illness and disaster, and certainly not to fill his stomach.
Therefore, Yi Shanjin was forcibly brought to the state of fasting. Although he didn't truly abstain from food, being able to survive on water alone was something he had never imagined before.
A day passed, and Yi Shanjin fainted and awoke.
A night passed, and Yi Shanjin awoke and fainted again.
Several days and nights later, the two celestial beauties still held him tightly, raping him wildly, screaming and moaning excitedly, their bodies writhing wantonly on his body, repeatedly reaching the peak of ecstasy, showing no signs of fatigue.
Yi Shanjin finally wept in sorrow, utterly despairing. He had personally experienced the celestial women's formidable stamina and vitality. And so, the days passed. The two beauties continued their relentless rape, completely oblivious to the passage of time.
The abundant spiritual energy flowed repeatedly from their bodies into Yi Shanjin's, becoming even purer and more concentrated upon its return. Their cultivation levels increased continuously, far more effectively than through secluded cultivation.
Simultaneously, Yi Shanjin's physique was also subtly transformed. The spiritual energy flowed through his body repeatedly, entering every part and reshaping his constitution.
This was equivalent to constantly training his body with spiritual energy, refining it countless times until it became an extremely pure spiritual child body.
Such a spiritual child body was extremely rare; if one cultivated immortal techniques, progress would be incredibly rapid, far surpassing others.
In fact, this was one of Xie Xiyan's purposes in creating this dual cultivation technique. Besides purifying the woman's cultivation, it also made the man's body more suitable for cultivating immortal techniques, making his future teaching of disciples much more efficient.
Unfortunately, he had never taken on any disciples, and now Yi Shanjin had become his first experimental subject.
During this time, the beautiful master and disciple had no time to notice the changes in his body. They simply rode him, panting and pounding, excitedly and wildly pounding into him, insatiably pursuing the ultimate pleasure.
Once this dual cultivation technique was activated, it could not be stopped. It was truly like a closed-door cultivation, where one could not break out until the cultivation was completed.
Their pleasure seemed endless; they didn't even sleep, relentlessly forcing him into dual cultivation. As for Yi Shanjin, he would wake up and feel dizzy in waves, groaning with pleasure before falling back asleep.
Later, he gradually slept more and woke less, eventually falling into a deep sleep, with only his penis remaining erect, allowing the two beauties to rape and play with his pure virgin body.
Even in his dreams, he could feel the pleasure of being raped by them. Sometimes he would have erotic dreams, dreaming that he was running happily on the grass, and then the two beauties would chase after him, pin him down on the grass, and rape him!
Sometimes, he dreamed that he was on the clouds, riding on clouds, like an immortal. Then two beautiful women chased after him on clouds, pinned him down, and raped him!
Sometimes he would get hungry, and he would dream that he was eating in a restaurant when two beautiful women would burst in, pin him to the table, and rape him!
Whether he dreamed of studying or sleeping at home, the end result was always the same: two domineering fairies would break in and rape him!
He drifted in and out of sleep, not knowing how long he slept, when suddenly a series of crackling sounds woke him.
Yi Shan groggily opened his eyes, listening to the noisy firecrackers outside, and thought blankly, "It's New Year's..."
He had been in the cave for several months and didn't know how his home was doing.
Even if they came into the mountains to look for him, they wouldn't find this strange place. Even if they did find it, they certainly couldn't defeat these two lustful fairies.
As he thought this, he felt the beautiful woman on top of him reach another climax. Her soft, sweet passage swallowed his entire penis, tightly gripping and squeezing it, causing him to excitedly ejaculate a large amount of semen into the fairy's palace. Then, in extreme exhaustion, he fell into a deep sleep.
And so, another year passed.
This cave was originally very soundproof. The reason why the sound of firecrackers could be heard was because Xie Xiyan intentionally used the New Year as a clock when building the immortal abode.
Mortals' clocks are calculated in days and quarters. But immortals have extremely long lifespans; a short period of seclusion can last for years or even decades, so they calculate time in years.
Every New Year, the cave would open its soundproof barrier, allowing the sound of firecrackers from afar to reach directly here, telling the cave master that another year had passed.
The same thing happened in the summer. When heavy rain poured down on the mountains, the sound would also be heard.
The rumbling thunder echoed through the mountains, and Yi Shanjin slowly awoke. Listening to the thunder and rain outside, he thought groggily, "Summer has arrived..."
Suddenly, he found himself with his hands raised high. The two lustful fairies were grabbing his hands, pressing them against their breasts, forcing him to caress and knead their high, firm breasts.
Their jade-like peaks were smooth and tender, incredibly pleasurable to the touch. Under the strange effects of the dual cultivation technique, his hands, even in his unconscious state, unconsciously kneaded their breasts, and his tongue kept licking Yin Bingqing's honeyed orifice. When she pushed Yu Xuerong down, not long after, Yu Xuerong would climb onto his face again, her jade-like buttocks rubbing fiercely against his face and lips, blissfully enjoying his oral service.
A tear welled in Yi Shanjin's eye, and he drifted back to sleep.
"I can't go home..." he thought sadly. Under the control of these two lustful fairies, he was likely to be like being in the eighteenth level of hell, never to rise again.
He lay there on his back, mechanically satisfying the desires of the two beautiful fairies with his fingers and tongue. Sometimes, when he was slightly more conscious, he could feel his hands caressing and kneading various parts of their bodies, making them scream with excitement, their bodies trembling as they sprayed hot, lustful fluids onto his face and crotch.
The sound of firecrackers rang out, another year had passed.
When Yi Shanjin regained consciousness, he heard thunder and rain outside, and vaguely thought, "It's summer..."
When he woke up from his rape dream again, he heard firecrackers again: "Another year has passed..."
In this way, Yi Shanjin heard the sound of firecrackers three times in a row, and he was raped by this pair of mature and beautiful fairies who were much older than him for three whole years.
In those three years, his body was completely transformed into the most suitable body for spiritual cultivation, while the pair of beautiful master and disciple also reached the moment of perfect cultivation.
Yin Bingqing, who was riding on Yi Shanjin's crotch, suddenly threw her head back and screamed loudly. Her alluring and seductive body radiated light, sparkling as if a god had descended to earth.
Before her, Yu Xue Rong, tightly embracing her, screamed in trembling excitement, reaching a climax. A powerful suction emanated from her tender orifices, drawing Yi Shan Jin's tongue entirely into their delicate honeyed passage.
Yi Shan Jin, his long tongue lolling out, could feel the tender moisture of the flesh walls, and a large amount of nectar flowing through the channel formed by his tongue, like water flowing through a pipe into his mouth and down his throat.
His spiritual energy surged wildly, rushing through his tongue and penis towards the two exquisite fairies. At this moment, the suction within them was extremely strong, draining all of Yi Shan Jin's spiritual energy, leaving not a single drop.
Drained, Yi Shan Jin's eyes widened, his body twitched twice, and finally he lay stiffly on the ground, lifeless.
Thus, after being raped and ravaged for three whole years, Yi Shan Jin finally let out a fart.
Thus, this novel has no protagonist.
3. Amidst the changing times,
Yin Bingqing, naked and straddling Yi Shanjin, stares blankly at the boy beneath her.
Within her pure, burning flower path, the boy's penis still clung tightly. As his body stiffened, the penis, deeply embedded in her jade-like body, gradually hardened, its head pressing against her uterus like ice, chilling her to the bone.
The blush on her face faded, her beautiful features turning deathly pale. She stared blankly at her beloved disciple, whose face was equally pale, utterly bewildered.
After a long while, they finally rose, stunned, and left the boy they had raped to death.
In truth, to survive three years of rape was already astonishing in its resilience. After all, he hadn't eaten or drunk a single drop of water (referring to normal water) since the rape.
When the hardened penis was withdrawn from her warm, tight passage with a soft "plop," Yin Bingqing couldn't help but shed tears, which fell onto Yi Shanjin's body. At
this moment, Yi Shanjin's eyes were closed, his face serene, as if he were in a deep sleep.
Two stunningly beautiful women knelt naked beside him, sobbing sorrowfully, filled with remorse for their lewd acts. Even more heartbreaking was the fact that their red lead had been corrupted, meaning they could no longer cultivate the supreme immortal techniques secretly passed down through generations of the Ice Toad Palace.
However, after three years of secluded cultivation, their strength was vastly different; they could now roam freely in the cultivation world, and their former formidable enemies were no match for them—a mixed blessing.
The two pure and innocent fairies, weeping beside Yi Shanjin, hastily donned their clothes, which they hadn't worn in three years, and fled, covering their faces, unable to bear looking again at the boy who had been brutally raped to death.
As they ran, a few crystal tears of shame and remorse fell from the air, landing on Yi Shanjin, as if bidding him a final farewell.
Yi Shanjin remained motionless, calm and serene, an expression that utterly broke their hearts.
They rushed through the hall like a gust of wind, flung open the doors, and fled. In their haste, they disrupted the protective array outside the cave, leaving no time to close the doors, and fled the scene of the rape and murder.
A gust of wind swept in, carrying specks of dust that settled on Yi Shanjin's naked body.
Yi Shanjin lay there quietly, oblivious to everything.
Time passed swiftly, year after year, but here, no one cared about the passage of time.
His young body gradually became covered with a thick layer of dust, obscuring his face and frame.
A century of turmoil passed in the blink of an eye.
Outside, mortals lived and died, generation after generation, growing up and passing away. The land experienced wars, dynasties fell, and powerful figures led armies to sweep across the world, establishing new dynasties.
Inside the immortal cave, everything remained so quiet, save for the faint, imperceptible rustling of falling dust.
For a full hundred years, this book had no protagonist. So everything that happened during this period had little to do with this book.
But one day, the body covered in dust suddenly moved.
After a hundred years of slumber, he was finally reborn.
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Yi Shan Jin stood dazedly in front of the jade wall, his body swaying as if he were about to fall at any moment.
Although he didn't know how much time had passed, the thick layer of dust on his body clearly indicated that many years had gone by.
"After they raped me to death, they just abandoned me like that, without even burying me, and simply put on their clothes and left!"
Thinking of the two fairies' heartless removal of his acupoints, Yi Shan Jin felt both resentment and sorrow, and a deep sense of humiliation.
He raised his head and stared intently at the jade wall, vaguely sensing that his ability to survive the rigors of life and be reborn was related to the golden characters on the jade wall.
Because he was from a wealthy family, he was naturally literate. He carefully gazed at the jade wall, trying his best to memorize the characters on it. In fact, during the three years he was raped, every time he woke up, his gaze fell on that jade wall, and he subconsciously practiced according to what was written on it. After all, with nothing else to do all day, having something to pass the time was good.
But most of the time, he passively accepted the women's nourishment, automatically circulating the spiritual energy in his meridians under the influence of their abundant spiritual power. This eventually became a habit, and even during his hundred years of stagnation, he continued to subtly circulate spiritual energy, thus preserving his spiritual consciousness and eventually awakening.
Beside the jade wall, there was an even smoother jade wall. His gaze unconsciously swept over it, and he suddenly froze.
His face was reflected on the smooth, mirror-like jade wall—a somewhat unfamiliar face.
He reached out in surprise to touch his face, discovering that his appearance had changed more than half. His
skin was fair with a rosy glow, so tender it was tempting to burn. His features had also become incredibly handsome, vaguely resembling the two beautiful fairies who had violated him. Fortunately, there was still a touch of masculinity in his youthful appearance, making him look like an extremely handsome young man.
What surprised him even more was that this face looked only eleven or twelve years old, yet it resembled that of a handsome boy.
"What's going on? Did the cultivation I practiced while I was asleep change my appearance? Or, after being raped, does one's face become like that of a criminal? And this body, after all these years, has it actually reverted to youth?"
Yi Shanjin wondered in astonishment, pinching his face hard, wondering if he was dreaming.
In his surprise, his legs suddenly went weak, and he lost his balance, hurriedly bracing himself against the jade wall to avoid falling to the ground.
When his hand touched the jade wall, the writing on it suddenly disappeared, and after a while, many lines of golden writing reappeared, but they were completely different from the original records.
Yi Shanjin stared wide-eyed at the writing, vaguely guessing the truth:
"It seems that the previous writing was for women to practice, while this is a cultivation technique for men!"
Yi Shanjin staggered through the mountains, utterly lost.
He hadn't realized that more than a hundred years had passed since he entered the mountains.
Judging by his age, his parents should have passed away long ago, and none of the people he knew from before could possibly still be alive.
Even the small town he lived in was destroyed by war more than a decade ago.
The townspeople had long since fled to escape the chaos, and no one knew where they went. Even those who managed to escape might not have returned.
Now, on the site of the former town, there is only a small village, inhabited by people who had moved there from elsewhere.
His life had been brutally stolen from him for over a hundred years, including three years spent under inhuman gang rape!
His hometown was gone; here, he was just a stranger passing through, enduring the curious yet wary gazes of the villagers.
Yishan was utterly devastated, wandering aimlessly through the mountains, his mind filled with only one thought:
"Why did this happen?"
It was all because of those two fairies!
Those two mature women, much older than him, forcibly defiled him, staining his pure virginity and cruelly toying with his body for a full three years!
Their lust was insatiable; after three years of rape, even an iron man would have been raped to death.
Moreover, after committing this horrific rape and murder, they didn't even bother to dress themselves, leaving him naked and lying on the ground. If he hadn't accidentally practiced the martial arts technique on the Wang Bi wall, he would have long since turned into a pile of bones!
His heart burned like a raging fire. When he finally regained consciousness, he found himself standing atop the highest peak of Yuli Mountain, with a sheer cliff before him.
His loved ones were all gone; just a few more steps and he would be joining them in the underworld.
Yi Shanjin stood on the edge of the cliff, his expression shifting constantly, a fierce internal struggle raging within him.
A fierce wind blew against his face, whipping his long hair, which he had grown for centuries, and making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes.
After a long while, Yi Shanjin finally made up his mind. He clenched his fists and roared angrily into the wind:
"I will take revenge! You two women, you raped me for so many years! I swear I will rape you back! Rape you back!"
This fierce roar pierced through the wind and dark clouds, reaching the heavens.
From that moment on, a violent storm was about to break!
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Yi Shanjin, dressed in beggar's clothes, squatted by the side of a city street, glaring angrily at the passersby.
He didn't pretend to be a beggar for fun; he was truly destitute and had become a beggar for real.
A hundred years had passed, and the world was different. The current dynasty, known as "Great Chu," was established after a period of war, but after years of recuperation, it had gradually recovered its strength.
Yi Shan recently learned that the two women came from the "Ice Toad Palace," and in order to find their whereabouts and avenge his loss of virginity, he specifically went to larger cities to inquire about information.
Cities, after all, had a different atmosphere from the secluded town he used to live in. Or perhaps it was because the style of cultivators had changed slightly over a hundred years; in any case, he could hear some rumors about the cultivation world here, completely different from what he had heard in his hometown.
However, the customers in the taverns and teahouses were all ordinary people; they knew nothing of the true situation in the cultivation world, only hearsay and wild rumors as topics of conversation.
After a long journey, Yi Shanjin reached a larger city, his clothes tattered. Fortunately, he still had some jade on him, painstakingly retrieved from the cave entrance, which he could pawn for some money.
Unfortunately, the pawnshop owner, seeing his poverty and youth, had falsely accused him of theft and forcibly taken his jade. If he hadn't run fast, he might have been killed by the pawnshop's guards!
After escaping the pawnshop, Yi Shanjin dared not linger and immediately fled the city, trekking all the way to this present city. He had no food along the way and had to beg for sustenance, barely surviving on irregular days.
Now, too weak to eat, he could only squat by the roadside, pitifully waiting for charity. Watching well-dressed pedestrians pass by without offering him anything filled him with anger and hostility towards these heartless rich people.
In his arms, he actually carried some pearl-like objects, tears that had flowed from the eyes of the two women who had raped him . These tears, having fallen to the ground, resembled pearls.
The tears from the two women were different, some larger, some smaller. Yi Shanjin didn't understand the value of these "virgin tears," and because of the jade incident, he dared not sell them. Besides, these weren't real pearls; if others saw them, it might bring even greater disaster.
Lost in thought, Yi Shanjin suddenly saw something fly past and landed on the ground.
It was a small silver ingot, weighing about an ounce. While not a large sum, it was enough to sustain him for a long time.
He quickly looked up, watching a luxurious carriage disappear into the distance. From the carriage window, a little girl's pretty face appeared, waving and smiling at him.
Yi Shanjin's eyes welled up with tears. After being raped and ravaged by mature women, and then cheated and robbed by the pawnshop owner, he now felt the kindness of this girl's help even more keenly.
As the carriage drove away, Yi Shanjin sighed and reached for the silver ingots.
Just as his hand touched them, a foot suddenly stomped on his hand.
"Ah!" Yi Shanjin cried out in pain, looking up to see a group of beggars surrounding him with menacing glares.
The leaders, several strong and burly men, surrounded him, shouting, "Boy, where did you come from, daring to steal our territory?"
Yi Shanjin was startled, realizing he had inadvertently trespassed on the Beggars' Guild's territory, blocking their path to wealth. This time, he was likely in for a beating.
A fat man shouted, "Who cares where he came from? Break his bones first!"
He looked like he had only recently become a beggar, being fatter than the others. Of course, it was also possible that he held a higher position in the guild, allowing him to eat more protein-rich foods without having to work, thus becoming quite plump.
"Wait!" A beggar with a pockmarked face smiled kindly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his gaze towards Yi Shanjin carrying a strange glint.
He stepped forward, reaching out to touch Yi Shanjin's face, drooling as he said, "This kid's quite fair-skinned, so delicate. I wonder if
his ass is just as tender?" Yi Shanjin hurriedly stepped back, dodging the filthy hand, feeling nauseous.
The fat man paused, then remembered the leader's hobby, immediately changing his tune and shouting, "The boss is right! Catch this kid and take him back, feel his ass... see if he's hiding anything illegal! If so, keep him for a thorough interrogation!"
Several other burly beggars also gathered around, laughing and whistling at Yi Shanjin. Some of them, having already tasted the leader's pleasure, even gave Yi Shanjin flirtatious glances, their expressions a mixture of schadenfreude and lust.
Yi Shanjin's eyes turned red with rage. Not only had he been raped by a woman for three years, but now even men were having lewd thoughts about him!
If it weren't for those words, he would have simply turned and run away; but now, consumed by rage, he could no longer restrain himself. Seeing the pockmarked gang leader leering and groping him, he suddenly charged forward, swinging his fist and smashing it down on the pockmarked face!
With a bang, the pockmarked man was sent flying, his face covered in bright red blood, his nose broken.
Yi Shanjin roared, kicked the fat man to the ground, and turned to run.
Behind him, a large group of beggars, as if waking from a dream, chased after him, shouting that they would beat him to death.
Yi Shanjin knew he had committed a grave offense, and he took off running, heading straight for the outskirts of the city.
After a century of slumber, he discovered that his running speed was many times faster than before, and his stamina was extremely strong. Shaking off these guys wouldn't be difficult; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to escape so easily from the pawnshop incident last time.
Not only that, his strength had also increased significantly. Like that punch that sent the pockmarked gang leader flying—he couldn't have thrown that punch before.
Yi Shanjin ran ahead with ease, while a group of beggars chased relentlessly behind. Even the pockmarked gang leader, who had somehow managed to pull up a donkey, was now riding it at breakneck speed, slapping it and roaring in a muffled voice, "Catch that brat! Everyone, charge at him and smash his asshole! Anyone who doesn't, break his legs!"
The beggars at the front roared in cheers, their eyes burning as they stared at Yi Shanjin's retreating figure, running much faster than before.
Yi Shanjin, his face flushed with rage, grabbed a hoe from the roadside and sprinted forward.
A farmer, pulling up his trousers, ran out of the bushes, shouting, "That's mine! Give it back!"
Before he could finish shouting, a strong beggar chasing after him pushed him to the ground, cursing, "Get out of the way! Roll over!" and stepped over him.
Holding a hoe, Yi Shanjin ran with ease, leisurely leading a group of beggars across the fields outside the city.
The beggars gradually slowed, panting heavily. Yi Shanjin also slowed his pace, keeping them interested in the chase, lest he run too fast and truly leave them behind.
The fields were deserted, save for the beggars chasing and running, gradually disappearing into the depths of the wilderness.
The members of the beggar gang at the back were nearly exhausted, but their leader, still riding his donkey, roared, "Chase them! Whoever is slow will be hung up and beaten when we get back!"
The beggars barely mustered their strength, dragging their heavy legs forward, weakly cursing Yi Shanjin, but they couldn't catch him.
After a chase, the pockmarked gang leader, having grown accustomed to driving the donkey, felt the excruciating pain in his face lessen somewhat. He spurred the donkey on, racing to the front of the group, pointing at Yi Shanjin and unleashing a torrent of vulgar and vicious curses.
Hearing the vicious curses behind him, Yi Shanjin turned around, saw the ugly, pockmarked face, and suddenly stopped. Enraged, he swung his hoe and brought it down hard on the pockmarked face!
The blow was incredibly fast and unexpected. The pockmarked man cried out in alarm, unable to dodge, and was struck hard in the face. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and he fell to the ground screaming, splattering blood everywhere.
The donkey brayed and galloped away. The beggars behind, who were almost exhausted, saw this and rushed over, grabbing the pockmarked man and crying out in alarm.
Yishan Jin turned around, swung his hoe, and smashed it hard on the back of a burly beggar's head, knocking him to the ground, blood splattering from his head.
Another beggar, seeing the situation was dire, hurriedly raised his stick to strike. Yishan Jin roared, raised his hoe high, and brought it down with ferocious force, breaking the beggar's stick-fighting technique in one move. The hoe struck the beggar's chest, shattering his sternum.
Seeing his strongest companion lying half-dead on the ground, and seeing Yishan Jin's ruthless attack, his eyes bloodshot as if he were buying lives, the twenty-odd beggars were terrified. The cowardly ones were already preparing to run away, while the clever ones took off running in all directions.
"Don't run! All of you stay here!" Yishan Jin, seething with anger, and Xiaojuhua having been threatened by the beggars, was furious and unwilling to let them escape.
Seeing his fierce and menacing appearance, the more timid beggars trembled with fear. Only the bolder and more cautious beggars, undeterred by his intimidation, fled as fast as they could.
Among them, the fat man who had suggested catching Yishan Jin and touching him was the fastest. Despite his size, his stamina was better than the others, though still far inferior to Yishan Jin's.
Yishan Jin snorted coldly, raised his hoe, and chased after him. He easily took a few long strides, catching up to the fat man. Suddenly, he spun around, wildly swinging the hoe, which slammed heavily into the fat man's knee. With a crisp crack, the fat man screamed and collapsed to the ground, rolling around in agony.
Yishan Jin was blinded by rage, caring nothing for the consequences. He continued to smash the fat man's limbs with a series of thuds, finally striking him on the back of the neck, shattering his cervical spine.
The other beggars, witnessing this scene, were so terrified they nearly collapsed to the ground. Yishan Jin turned his head, his fierce gaze sweeping over the group of men like a wolf eyeing a pack of mice.
A few, still defiant, scattered while he chased the fat man, but their exhaustion from the previous chase left them breathless after only a few steps. Yishan Jin easily caught up, smashing their spines with his hoe.
The other beggars knelt in terror, but Yishan Jin didn't stop. He rushed over and began hacking at a few more beggars.
Those men had been staring lewdly at his groin and face. Having been raped before, Yishan Jin was extremely sensitive to such gazes. The thought of these filthy men planning to rape him enraged him. He showed no mercy, smashing their bones and splintering two of them, their brains splattering out.
The remaining dozen or so beggars were terrified, half-dead, prostrating themselves on the ground, kowtowing frantically, crying and wailing, "Grandpa! We were blind! Please have mercy and spare our lives!"
Yi Shanjin glared at them for a long time, his eyes red with rage, roaring inwardly, "So this is what it feels like to have the power of life and death! Those two lustful fairies, is this how they see us mortals too?"
"They don't treat us mortals like human beings at all? They kill us when they want, rape us when they want? After raping and killing us, they just dump the bodies on the spot, too lazy to even bury them?" Yi Shanjin looked up at the setting sun, his grief and indignation overwhelming.
Looking at the ground, he saw the dead and wounded everywhere; most of the survivors were teenagers who had been spared only because they hadn't looked at him with lustful eyes.
"Go, stone those wounded beggars to death!" Yi Shanjin ordered through gritted teeth. Seeing the beggars still hesitant to move, his anger surged. Suddenly, he raised his hoe and swung it down, smashing a middle-aged beggar's brains into pieces, killing him horribly on the ground.
Although this man hadn't looked at him with lewd eyes, he had cursed a few times, mentioning Yi Shanjin's genitals and parents. Yi Shanjin had accidentally overlooked him earlier, and now he was using him to establish his authority.
The remaining young beggars were terrified and burst into tears. Some even soiled themselves, scrambling to grab stones from the ground, howling as they pounced on the pockmarked gang leader and his men, smashing them with stones until they were mangled and lifeless. Only then did they drop the stones, kneel before Yi Shanjin, and kowtow, begging only for their lives.
Yishan Jin stood under the moonlight, leaning on a hoe smeared with brains, looking like a demon under the moon. He stared at them for a long time with bloodshot eyes, then suddenly asked: "How did these people die?" "
Those little beggars were terrified. Although they've regained their strength, none of them dared to lay a hand on him. When he asked, they trembled and dared not answer.
One beggar, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a black mole on his face, was a little braver and hurriedly answered, 'It was you, sir…'"
"Hmm?" Yishan Jin glared at him and shouted, "What did you say?"
The beggar, terrified, cried out, "No, we killed them! We killed them all!"
The fierce light in Yishan Jin's eyes softened slightly. He glanced at the group of little beggars and said in a deep voice, "What do you say?"
"We killed them," the beggars wailed, admitting their crimes. No one dared to meet his cold gaze.
In this way, everyone had committed the serious crime of murder, and no one dared to step forward and report Yishan Jin's murders.
Yishan Jin sneered and shouted, "No! They died from fighting over the loot! Don't you agree?"
The little beggars, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly shouted, "Grandpa is right! They killed each other because they got too much money and became greedy!"
"In that case, bury them!"
The little beggars worked together to dig a large pit in the wilderness, stuffed the dead beggars in, and hastily buried them.
They searched the corpses for some money and valuables, which the beggar with the mole placed in front of Yishan Jin, kneeling and begging, "Grandpa, you are incredibly powerful! Please lead us and protect us from being bullied!"
He had a good eye; although Yishan Jin was strong, he clearly had nowhere to go, otherwise he wouldn't be begging on the streets.
If they made him their leader, not only would Yishan Jin have a place to stay, but they wouldn't have to worry about him killing people to cover their tracks again. And if other beggars came to take their territory, they could rely on Yishan Jin to fight them off.
Yi Shanjin snorted coldly and ordered, "Write down all this money; you'll keep it for now!"
Thus, Yi Shanjin became the leader of the Beggars' Sect.
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Despite being called the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Yi Shanjin only managed about twenty beggars under his command, and his territory was limited to the western part of the city.
Yi Shanjin wasn't particularly enthusiastic about the Beggars' Sect's cause, nor did he want to continue developing along this lucrative path. Therefore, he had no interest in seizing more territory; managing his subordinates was enough.
Beggars were very useful for gathering information, and Yi Shanjin sent his men out to inquire about cultivation sects. However, this was all in vain. Beggars were only mortals, and could only gather information within the mortal world. In the end, they obtained no valuable information.
The only news related to the two fairies who had raped him came from a beggar who overheard someone mention the name "Ice Toad Palace" on the roadside. It seemed to be a very ancient cultivation sect with immense power, and no one dared to offend it.
Cultivators were inherently high and mighty beings, regarded as gods by mortals. Even the city's officials could only kowtow to them. These beggars, on the other hand, could only respectfully kowtow to the officials; the difference in their status was immense.
By this calculation, the Ice Toad Palace, at the pinnacle of the cultivation world, was far too powerful for Yi Shanjin, a mere mortal at the bottom of society, to challenge. Compared to the Ice Toad Palace, he was less than a newborn ant.
He had long known the strength of his enemies and the terrifying power behind them, but having decided to embark on the path of revenge, none of this could shake Yi Shanjin's resolve.
In his spare time, Yi Shanjin taught his subordinates to practice spear and staff techniques. He had learned some rudimentary spear and staff skills from the guards at home, making him far superior to these beggars.
But most of the time, he stayed alone in the dilapidated temple in the west of the city, sitting cross-legged behind the statue of a deity, cultivating immortal arts.
The incantations that had appeared on the jade wall were firmly memorized by Yi Shanjin, and even if he didn't fully understand them, he dared not forget them in the slightest.
Moreover, while searching the cave, he unexpectedly found a small booklet under the table, covered in dust, seemingly something unimportant, carelessly tossed there.
But what Xie Xiyan valued was a priceless treasure untouchable to mortals. The booklet contained a jumble of immortal techniques and spells, most of which Yi Shanjin couldn't understand, and even if he did, he couldn't practice them.
Due to insufficient spiritual power, even making hand gestures and chanting incantations was useless; he was lucky if he didn't suffer a backlash.
However, one section contained a simple and easy-to-understand technique, divided into nine levels, perfect for beginners.
Xie Xiyan seemed to have practiced this technique when she first entered the Daoist path. Later, after achieving great success and gaining more knowledge, she modified it and named it "Hai Na Gong," meaning "the sea accepts all rivers," and recorded it in this booklet.
Seeing that it was an introductory technique, Yi Shanjin naturally wanted to practice it. Every day, he drew in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, refining it into his own spiritual power, hoping that one day he could also achieve success and go to the Ice Toad Palace to avenge the three years of rape!
His food and clothing were provided by the beggars. In the past few days, Yi Shanjin led his group of little beggars in several fights against their rivals who came to seize territory. Each side had its victories and defeats, but they hadn't suffered any major losses, firmly holding onto their land in the west of the city, thus steadily establishing their prestige.
After a month of cultivation, there were still no visible results. Yi Shanjin knew he couldn't rush things; if cultivating immortality were so easy, everyone would be cultivating immortality.
One noon, Yi Shanjin was sitting cross-legged in the temple, cultivating, when he suddenly heard a commotion outside. He dispersed his energy and went out to see what was happening.
It was a group of his subordinates—five or six little beggars surrounding a ragged child, forcing him towards the dilapidated temple.
Yi Shanjin glanced at them suspiciously and asked the leader, a beggar with a black mole, "Little Black, what's going on?"
"Little Black" was a nickname; he had forgotten his real name. As an orphan since childhood, he had always been called "Little Black," and he had grown accustomed to it.
Upon hearing Yi Shanjin's inquiry, Xiao Hei hurriedly bowed and respectfully replied, "Chief Chuhe, this fellow occupied our land and demanded money, yet he didn't even come to pay his respects. So we brought him here for you to deal with."
The title "Chief Chuhe" was actually a respectful address for Yi Shanjin. Because he had been gang-raped for three years, he felt ashamed to face his ancestors, so he simply concealed his real name and adopted an alias, thinking that any future shame would only be a disgrace to the "Chu" family.
When he killed the pockmarked beggar gang, he used a hoe he found by the roadside. Since the fields beside the road were full of rice seedlings, he casually named himself "Chu" (锄, meaning hoe) and his given name was "He" (禾, meaning rice).
He didn't care whether anyone in the world actually had the surname Chu, and the little beggars dared not question it; that's how the name stuck.
Yi Shanjin glanced at the child, who appeared to be about eleven or twelve years old, with fair and pretty features, but she was a little girl. Her clothes were tattered, and her face was filled with panic.
Yi Shanjin was clearly from a wealthy family; judging from the quality of her clothes, they were the kind worn by rich people, only so tattered and covered in mud that their original color was unrecognizable.
"What's your name? What are you doing here?" Yi Shanjin asked in a drawn-out voice. Having been the gang leader for these past few days, he had cultivated a kingly aura, and his every move exuded authority.
"I...I..." the girl stammered, her voice quite clear and melodious, very pleasant to hear.
Xiao Hei leaned closer, smiling obsequiously, and whispered, "Reporting to the Chief, this fellow is playing dumb, knowing nothing. In my humble opinion, since the Chief lives alone and is lonely, why not let this little girl serve the Chief... Or, why don't you take her as your concubine and give her a good lesson tonight?"
Yi Shanjin was taken aback, his eyes widening as he stared at the lewd smile on Xiao Hei's face. Suddenly, he flew into a rage, slapping Xiao Hei hard across the face, knocking him to the ground. He roared furiously, "You beast! Such a young girl, and you want me to sleep with her! Aren't you afraid of causing a death?"
Xiao Hei covered his face and lay on the ground, tears welling in his eyes, replying, "The little girl that Master Li of Bali Village took as his concubine last time was a few years younger than her, and she screamed in agony that night, but she's still alive!"
"You dare say that!" Yi Shanjin kicked him, remembering his own tragic experience, his heart aching. He stomped on Xiao Hei several times, making him scream in agony as he scrambled away.
Yishan suppressed his anger, knowing that if things continued this way, someone might really die, so he let him escape.
In recent days, he had been secretly reflecting on his actions, finding his temper had become much more volatile, and he often couldn't control his anger.
This wasn't surprising; he was originally from a wealthy family, pampered and used to a life of happiness. Who knew he would suffer such a drastic change, being imprisoned and tortured for years in a secret room by two mature women much older than him? Even a normal person would be psychologically disturbed by such torture, let alone a sensitive teenager in the throes of puberty.
Since then, he had become extremely sensitive to topics of sex. Last time, Ma Zi tried to imitate the fairies' behavior but lacked their abilities, resulting in Yishan wielding a hoe in a fit of rage and killing the entire gang of lecherous men. He
committed murder, but he didn't care much. After all, he was just a worthless life, his family and relatives gone, and now he was only enduring humiliation to seek revenge; whether he lived or died didn't matter much to him.
After that outburst, he felt much better, which is why he's been able to treat his subordinates more calmly these past few days, using a combination of kindness and strictness to reassure the little beggars.
Yishan glared angrily at the surrounding beggars, grabbed a girl from the group, and asked, "Are you hungry? Where did you come from?"
The girl nodded, timidly replying, "Hungry. I've been walking in the wild for days and haven't eaten in ages!"
"Come here, eat!" Yishan instructed the little beggars to offer him the food they had begged for. They sat down on the ground, gathered some firewood to start a fire, cooked the food in an earthenware pot, and began to eat heartily.
As the gang leader, he naturally ate the best food. The girl, having shared a similar fate with him, also received his favor; he fed her, filling her stomach.
While she ate, Yi Shanjin earnestly instructed her on the responsibilities and obligations of a beggar.
"Want to eat your fill? Then you have to go begging! That's the rule here; those who don't work don't eat! Mute, you take her and let her beg on your street, make sure no one bullies her!"
A middle-aged beggar sitting opposite the fire nodded pitifully, babbling incoherently to show he would never disobey his leader's orders.
Yi Shanjin turned to look at the girl and found her indeed beautiful, with a refined and elegant air—a true beauty in the making. Leaving her on the street might cause trouble.
He grabbed a handful of charcoal ash and casually smeared it on the girl's face; it felt smooth and delicate, even better than the skin of a wealthy family's daughter.
The girl stared wide-eyed in terror, not daring to flinch, letting him smear his face with black ash, obscuring her beautiful features.
Yishan earnestly instructed her, "Don't make yourself too pretty, you have to be a little dirty to avoid trouble! Otherwise, some perverted lecher might take a liking to you, drag you home, put you on the bed, and stab you in the groin with a big stick, making you suffer terribly! So you have to smear your face black, understand?"
The girl nodded obediently, it was unclear whether she understood.
"By the way, give me your name! Since you've joined my gang, you can't be without a name, can you?"
"I...I don't remember..." the girl said timidly, lowering her head, very embarrassed, "I can't remember anything from before." "
Hmm?" Yi Shanjin tilted his head and stared at her for a long time before saying, "Alright, if you don't want to say your name, that's fine with you. Hmm, then I'll give you a name!"
He looked up at the blazing sun and casually said, "Anyway, it's noon now. I found you at noon, so let's call you 'Dangwu' (meaning 'noon').
" "What a good name! What a good name! The leader of the Chuhe Gang is indeed learned; even the name he chose is so poetic!" A group of beggars cheered loudly, flattering Yi Shanjin desperately.
The girl looked at them in bewilderment, then at Yi Shanjin, and nodded slightly, tacitly accepting the name.
After finishing their meal, Yi Shanjin asked the mute man to take the girl to beg on the street. The other little beggars also went to their respective territories to beg for food, leaving only him sitting quietly behind the statue, concentrating on his cultivation.
Although he still hadn't made much progress, Yi Shanjin wasn't in a hurry. He calmed his mind and focused on experiencing the feeling of drawing spiritual energy from heaven and earth into his body.
Wu Zixu was determined to avenge his family, but his enemy was too lucky; he died within a few decades. Upon hearing the devastating news, Wu Zixu wept bitterly, overwhelmed with grief.
Yi Shanjin, however, didn't share this concern. Both of his enemies were long-lived; they would surely live to see him take revenge—as long as he could gain the ability to do so! He
had been cultivating for an unknown amount of time, yet made no progress. Yi Shanjin sighed inwardly, about to stop and leave, when he suddenly heard footsteps outside the temple.
The sound was very light, entering the temple and hesitantly approaching.
Yi Shanjin's senses had become exceptionally sharp; he immediately recognized the footsteps of a very light-weight girl.
Outside the temple gate, he also heard the mute's footsteps; it must be him returning with Dangwu.
Only Dangwu would come to find him in the back; anyone else would have long been accustomed to his cultivation and dared not disturb his practice.
Footsteps approached. Yi Shanjin frowned slightly, about to open his eyes and scold her for being unruly and bothering him again, when suddenly a feeling of being raped surged within him.
This was the strange sensation of spiritual energy circulating in his meridians, a feeling he had only experienced during rape. Three years had passed, and it was etched into his very being, impossible to forget.
The spiritual energy surging in his meridians was extremely faint, yet it was a world apart from the feeling he had felt during his previous cultivation.
After so much cultivation, he had finally entered the gate!
From this day forward, he was no longer an ordinary mortal, but would step into the realm of immortals, his future limitless. In this world, even an ordinary immortal disciple was far superior to a mortal, worshipped and revered by countless mortals as a great immortal.
Yi Shanjin suppressed his shock and joy, diligently guiding the spiritual energy through his meridians, allowing that tiny bit of spiritual energy to flow throughout his body, nourishing his already depleted meridians.
Dang Wu hesitated as she walked to his side, stopping in her tracks. She stared wide-eyed at his flushed face, a strange feeling welling up inside her, making her linger beside him, unwilling to leave.
The closer she got, the stronger the fluctuations of spiritual energy within Yi Shan Jin's body became. What had been barely perceptible before was now incredibly active, circulating faster through his meridians.
Yi Shan Jin patiently guided it through his meridians for several cycles, feeling his spiritual energy grow stronger and stronger, like a drop of dew transforming from a wisp of water—a significant improvement.
The voices of beggars drifted from outside the temple gate; they were clearly returning from their begging and preparing to cook.
Yi Shan Jin withdrew his power, channeling his spiritual energy into his dantian. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at Dang Wu beside him, his gaze flickering with complex emotions.
"Who exactly are you?" Yi Shan Jin asked in a deep voice.
"I...I..." Dang Wu's pretty face showed surprise and confusion, which didn't seem feigned.
Yi Shan Jin squinted at her, vaguely sensing a resemblance between her and the two women who had raped him. This resemblance was indescribable, filling him with a sense of unease.
He had seen some women in the mortal world, including those of Piao Yi, but none of them felt like Dang Wu. She possessed an ethereal, otherworldly quality, like those two pure and immaculate fairies.
"I really don't remember!" Dang Wu cried, covering her face with her hands under Yi Shan Jin's cold gaze, almost bursting into tears.
The coldness in Yi Shan Jin's eyes gradually faded. He stood up, casually flicked his robe, and said in a deep voice, "From now on, you don't need to go out begging. Stay by my side and serve me!"
With that, he strode out of the temple, no longer glancing at Dang Wu.
4. The Perverted Woman
Since Dang Wu joined the Beggars' Sect, Yi Shan Jin's cultivation speed had suddenly accelerated.
If Dangwu went out to fetch water and buy vegetables, no matter how hard Yishan Jin tried to cultivate, his spiritual energy remained so weak as to be almost imperceptible, and even more difficult to control.
However, once Dangwu stood beside him, the faint spiritual energy within Yishan Jin would circulate faster, as if drawn by her aura, becoming more active.
Yishan Jin had also tried to subtly probe Dangwu's background, but no matter how he tested her, she always maintained the standard appearance of an amnesiac girl, without a single flaw.
Later, Yishan Jin stopped asking. He always had her beside him during his cultivation sessions, whether sitting or standing. As long as she was close to him, his cultivation would proceed smoothly, and his spiritual energy could circulate throughout his meridians.
During those three years, although his meridians were expanded to an astonishing degree by the fairies' incredibly powerful spiritual energy, at the last moment, the two fairies' intimate passages, like dragons sucking water, completely drained the spiritual energy from his body. If it weren't for the pull of Dang Wu's energy, he didn't know when the last trace of spiritual energy hidden within him would have surfaced to aid his cultivation.
Half a month later, Yi Shanjin's spiritual energy gradually increased, although it was still very weak. However, even without Dang Wu by his side, it could circulate through a full cycle on its own, but the cultivation effect was still not as significant as when he was with her.
This greatly pleased Yi Shanjin, and he treated Dangwu much better, often preparing delicious food for her to nourish her body, watching her thin frame gradually fill out.
Dangwu was grateful and stayed by Yi Shanjin's side every day, diligently serving him and letting him live a comfortable life where he could eat and drink without lifting a finger.
She had originally been destitute and bullied by beggars, but fortunately, Yi Shanjin, as the gang leader, had taken her in and given her half a street to beg for food—this was already an immense favor. Moreover, now she didn't even have to beg for food; she could enjoy ready-made meals. Her gratitude towards Yi Shanjin deepened, filling her heart.
During this time, the Beggars' Gang's financial situation also improved. Yi Shanjin usually didn't manage affairs, only leading his men into battle when necessary, defeating other beggar gangs so fiercely that they dared not challenge him.
Late at night, Yi Shanjin was fast asleep when suddenly his body trembled violently, waking him from a nightmare, his head and body covered in cold sweat.
He quickly reached down and touched his hard penis, relieved to find it wasn't being gripped and sucked tightly by the beautiful woman's honey pot like a vise. He buried his face in the pillow, almost crying with sorrow.
Even a hundred years later, he still had nightmares. Just now, he dreamt of being entangled with those two fairies, and even now, he could still feel the silky smooth touch of their naked bodies on his hands.
Moonlight streamed in through the hole in the roof of the dilapidated temple, bathing him in its glow. Gazing at the bright moon in the night sky, Yishan unconsciously recalled his time at home.
Back then, life at home was peaceful but happy. A strict father, a loving mother, and adorable younger siblings—everyone lived happily together.
But in the blink of an eye, everything had changed. Everything from the past, the happy family, had vanished completely, never to be retrieved.
Yi Shan Jin gazed wistfully at the bright moon in the night sky, silently reciting the famous lines written by the great poet Lü Hei of the previous dynasty when he was homesick: " The bright moonlight shines
before my bed,
two pairs of shoes lie on the ground..."
Suddenly, a faint sobbing sound interrupted his elegant mood of gazing at the moon and reciting poetry.
The voice was soft and tender, lovely yet desolate. Yi Shan Jin turned his head and saw the girl he had taken in burying her head in the quilt, making suppressed sobs.
Although the dilapidated temple was large, only the two of them slept behind the statue of the god; the others' lodgings were closer to the temple gate.
As a revered and great leader of the gang, Yi Shan Jin naturally had the privilege of a single room; and Dang Wu was now his personal maid, so it was only natural that she slept with him.
The two best quilts in the gang were laid out behind the statue, so that the two of them could sleep side by side, making it convenient for the maid, Yi Xia Li, to get up and take care of him.
Every night, the subordinates would discreetly hide away to sleep, not wanting to disturb their pure world of two.
Of course, every night, several teenage beggars would eavesdrop on the sounds behind the idol, only to be disappointed in the end, cursing inwardly, "The boss is hogging the toilet without doing anything," before falling asleep resentfully.
At this moment, Yi Shan Jin was lying side-by-side with his maid. He gently reached out and lifted her blanket, seeing Dang Wu lying on her pillow, sobbing softly, her tear-streaked face a pitiful sight.
Feeling the cold air seep into the blanket, she hurriedly raised her head, forcing back her sobs, "Boss, do you want some water?"
"Hmm, no." Yi Shan Jin gently shook his head, unsure what to say, and could only manage to utter this.
The beautiful young girl misunderstood his meaning, hurriedly getting up and running to fetch the chamber pot.
She was only wearing underwear, revealing her smooth, white breasts and beautiful legs, which shimmered with a lustrous sheen under the bright moonlight, leaving Yi Shan Jin somewhat stunned.
Soon, she returned with the chamber pot, kneeling obediently before Yi Shanjin. Her delicate hands held the pot up, offering it to him.
Yi Shanjin reluctantly got up, unwilling to refuse her kindness and let her come all this way for nothing. He pulled down his underwear, placed his limp penis into the chamber pot, and began to urinate.
Dang Wu, kneeling before him, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, couldn't resist her curiosity and once again cautiously peeked at his penis.
Although it was soft, it was long and thick, like a small elephant's trunk, making her heart race. She couldn't help but think, "How can it be so big? If I put it there, will it tear?"
Although she had lost her memory, she vaguely remembered hearing about things between men and women before, but couldn't recall which book she had read it in.
The thought that the gang leader's thing was meant to be inserted into a girl's vagina, and imagining her own tender, narrow genitals, made her face turn pale with fright, and her delicate hands holding the chamber pot trembled slightly.
As Yi Shan Jin heard her breathing become more rapid, he lowered his head and saw her gentle and pretty appearance. Beneath her dark hair, her neck was white and beautiful. A thought stirred in his heart, and his penis gradually hardened.
The little girl heard the sound of urination stop and felt the warmth of the water in the chamber pot. Just as she was about to take the chamber pot away, her bright eyes suddenly caught sight of the penis, and she froze.
The penis resting on the rim of the chamber pot was visibly hardening rapidly, much thicker and longer than before.
She looked up in astonishment and met Yi Shan Jin's lustful eyes. The two stared at each other in the night, both somewhat at a loss.
Yi Shan Jin hadn't seen many girls before, and he always kept his distance. He had never been in a situation like this before, exposing his penis and staring into a girl's eyes. Of course, those two female perverts were an exception. It wasn't
until the swollen penis was almost touching her small, lovely nose, and she could even smell a faint fishy odor, that Dangwu woke up with a start. She hurriedly crawled back two steps, got up, and stumbled away.
She placed the chamber pot behind the nearby statue, her heart pounding, her pretty face flushed crimson.
Yishan Jin had already come to his senses, tucked the penis back into his underwear, crawled under the covers, and pretended to be asleep.
Hearing the cold, rustling sounds beside him, Yishan Jin knew Dangwu had already retreated under the covers. Neither of them spoke, only their slightly rapid breathing echoed in the deep night.
After a while, Yi Shan Jin couldn't help himself. He turned over, lifted her blanket, and softly asked, "Why were you crying just now?" Dang Wu
was silent for a moment before timidly saying, "I was thinking that I don't remember anything about my family, and I'm afraid I'll never be able to go home again, so I couldn't help it..."
"I see..." Yi Shan Jin sighed softly, reaching out to embrace her slender waist and pull her to his side.
Their blankets were already close together, and with his strength, he gently lifted her into his arms and covered her with the blanket.
He held her soft, smooth body, gently stroking her silky hair, and thought of his little sister, feeling a pang of sadness.
His sister had been just as adorable back then, with such a timid look. Their parents preferred boys and didn't spoil her much, sometimes even beating and scolding her. She would hide under the covers and cry, a scene Yi Shan Jin had heard many times.
Back then, only Yi Shan Jin would hold her, gently comfort her, take her out fishing and bird-catching, and try to cheer her up.
Yi Shan still vividly remembers his little sister's adoration and affection for him, the warmth of her snuggling against him, and the timid yet tender look in her eyes.
But all of that is gone now. His family and loved ones are no longer in this world, and even his dearest little sister is someone he will never see again.
As he gently stroked her, Dang Wu's tense and stiff body gradually relaxed. Suddenly, he felt something wet on his forehead. Looking up, he saw the gang leader shedding tears.
"Is the leader homesick too?" she thought vaguely, a tender feeling welling up inside her. She unconsciously raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears on his face.
Under the tranquil moonlight, the handsome boy and the beautiful little girl nestled together, comforting and warming each other—a scene both heartwarming and poignant.
Yi Shanjin lowered his head, quietly gazing at her youthful beauty. A surge of emotion welled up within him, and he slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips to her cherry-red, adorable mouth.
Her lips were fragrant and soft, a sweet taste emanating from between her pearly teeth. Yi Shanjin kissed her cherry lips gently and warmly, softly sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth.
The little girl, bewildered, accepted his kiss, her pretty face flushed, her heart pounding faster and faster.
Yi Shanjin's tongue parted her cherry lips, gliding over her pearly teeth, teasing her soft, fragrant tongue, and instinctively began a passionate kiss with her.
His hand involuntarily reached for her chest, caressing her small breasts through her clothes. They were truly small, easily grasped in one hand, but the soft, smooth texture of her nipples could be clearly felt even through her underwear.
The girl trembled weakly, involuntarily responding to his kiss, trembling as she sucked on his tongue, her delicate tongue licking and entwining against it, almost fainting.
Caressing her smooth, alluring, and adorable body, Ishan Jin's lower body naturally hardened, pressing against her thighs, denting her panties.
In the passionate kiss, the little girl was almost fainting, her dazed eyes looking at him innocently. Although she felt this was wrong, she had no strength to stop his actions.
But at this critical moment, Ishan Jin did not penetrate her body further, only passionately kissing her for a while, until he was almost out of breath, before pulling his lips away, lying face to face with her, breathing quietly.
Anyone who has been raped will have psychological trauma, even Ishan Jin, the gang leader, was no exception.
Therefore, although his penis was hard against Dangwu's lower body, he didn't want to take it out of his underwear to share sexual pleasure with her.
"She's still young," Yishan Jin told himself, without knowing whether this was the truth or just his fear of sex.
"She might not want to, and if I force her, it might hurt her! Just like what happened to me." Recalling his past sexual experiences, Yishan Jin felt both excited and distressed.
He suddenly jolted, remembering what had happened today—this was his first kiss!
Back then, two older, mature, and sexy women had been intimate with him for three years, yet they hadn't even kissed him once. It was clear that their goal was only to rape and play with the bodies of innocent boys, prioritizing sexual pleasure, without any genuine feelings involved. He
never imagined that after being raped for a century, he would still have the chance to give his first kiss with genuine affection. Thinking of this, Yishan Jin felt both fortunate and sad.
As Wu gradually regained consciousness, seeing that he made no further moves, she understood that he was considerate of her frail health. Deeply grateful, she nestled in his warm embrace, stealing glances at his handsome face, her heart pounding wildly. From that moment on , she bound her heart firmly to him.
Yi Shan held the beautiful and lovely girl tightly in his arms, his heart surging for a long time before finally closing his eyes, like mandarin ducks entwined, and slowly falling asleep.
※※※ That morning, the Beggars' Sect disciples noticed that their leader was acting differently than usual. Not only him, but even his maidservants seemed absent-minded. At breakfast, they often took the wrong things, frequently exchanging blushing glances before quickly looking away. "There's definitely something going on!" Several clever little beggars exchanged glances, their eyes blazing with desire. Some of them secretly regretted not having held out long enough the night before, falling asleep before their passion reached its peak. They vowed to stay up all night to hear everything! Seeing their winking and exchanging knowing glances, Yi Shan guessed what was going on. Blushing, he chased them all away to beg, then took Dang Wu out. After all, he was a manager here, like the boss of a large company; he didn't need to come to work on time like everyone else, just to patrol and check if his subordinates were working hard. Since arriving in this city, he hadn't been in the mood for shopping or sightseeing. Today, he was in a good mood and told Dang Wu he would take her shopping, which made her jump for joy, her pretty face flushed with excitement. After all, she was a little girl at heart; being able to go out and play, especially with her sweetheart, was naturally very happy. That day, Dang Wu dressed beautifully. Although she didn't have much makeup, her mended clothes were washed and clean, and paired with her innocent and pretty face, she looked extremely adorable. Yi Shanjin gently took her soft, smooth hand in his. He looked at her fair, delicate face, bathed in sunlight, her cheeks glowing with a rosy hue, her bright eyes pure and flawless. Filled with tenderness, he led her towards Miaoshikou Street. The girl, blushing, followed him closely. Along the way, countless passersby were captivated by her pure and beautiful appearance, bumping into walls and staring in astonishment. If she were traveling alone, some scoundrel would surely approach her. But she was walking beside Yi Shanjin, whose reputation for ruthlessness had recently shrewdly tarnished his reputation; no one dared to challenge him. Last time, Yi Shanjin led a group of beggars in a brawl with their counterparts in the South City to protect their workplace in the West City . The South City beggar leader was a burly, notoriously fierce man, but Yi Shanjin and several of his capable men forcefully broke through his defenses, smashing his left shoulder with a hoe, leaving him half-bloodied as he fled. Many witnessed this. Afterwards, a power struggle erupted within the South City beggar gang, resulting in them being robbed of half their territory by beggars from other streets. Yi Shanjin's men seized the opportunity to raid two more streets, greatly enhancing Yi Shanjin's reputation. Not only beggars, but even ordinary gangs dared not bother them. Miaoshikou Street, one of the newly seized beggar territories, was bustling with activity, filled with vendors selling various items. Yi Shanjin had heavily fortified his area there, so he didn't need to worry about his girlfriend being harmed. This was Dang Wu's first time visiting the market, and she was curious about everything, looking around with wide eyes. Her eyes would light up when she saw something she liked, and she would gaze at it from afar, reluctant to leave, yet she wouldn't ask Yi Shan Jin to buy her anything. Seeing how well-behaved and adorable she was, Yi Shan Jin sighed inwardly, forcibly pulled out his gang fund from his pocket, took out a few coins, and bought a beautiful, antique silk flower from a jewelry stall, gently tucking it behind her ear. Against her dark hair, the bright silk flower accentuated her stunning beauty, making her even more breathtaking. Although she was still young, her beauty was already undeniable, causing Yi Shan Jin to stare at her with a touch of infatuation. In comparison, her beauty rivaled that of the two fairies, each possessing its own unique charm. And in the mortal world, such beauty was unparalleled, attracting onlookers who stopped to admire and praise her. Yi Shanjin knew that letting her walk out without smearing mud would cause trouble, but he didn't care. He simply held her hand and walked with her, his heart filled with tenderness as he looked at her blushing cheeks. The young couple seemed like a match made in heaven, their hand-in-hand stroll down the street a beautiful sight that dazzled the bustling crowds of passersby, who watched them walk away from afar. Dangwu shyly lowered her head, nestled gently against Yi Shanjin, feeling his tall, warm body as a reliable support. Being with him made her feel incredibly safe and fearless.

A spring breeze swept by, scattering a few peach blossom petals across his face. Yi Shanjin was captivated, gazing at the lovely girl beside him. He felt a pang of bewilderment at being moved by an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.
He thought of his advanced age, over a hundred, and the "old cow gnawing on young grass" mentality, and the hundred years he had needlessly lost, feeling ashamed and sorrowful.
Since fate had granted him a second chance at youth, to make up for his lost adolescence, he couldn't let it slip away. He tightened his grip on the girl Roufu's hand, pulling her closer as they walked.
In the bustling street, the stalls selling cosmetics and cheap jewelry were many more numerous. Yi Shanjin's eyes sparkled as he looked at Dangwu, ultimately unable to bear disappointing her. He gritted his teeth and spent a large portion of the gang's funds, buying a ton of things, which made Dangwu smile faintly, her heart filled with joy.
Yi Shan sighed inwardly, "The old saying about beauty destroying a nation is true. If this continues, I'll really destroy the gang! Luckily, I didn't bring all the gang's funds with me, or the gang would be bankrupt!"
As they walked, they passed the largest brothel on Miaoshikou Street, where girls selling their smiles waved handkerchiefs, beckoning customers in for entertainment.
In the buildings along the street, many prostitutes, just awakened, lazily opened their windows. Seeing them walking hand-in-hand down the street, they were all somewhat stunned.
Among these prostitutes, some were even younger than Dang Wu. Seeing her, though her clothes were patched, her beauty was striking, and she was with a handsome boy, a picture of childhood sweethearts, they couldn't help but feel envious and jealous. Some even threw themselves onto their beds and cried, hating that they weren't as lucky as her. They felt that if they could have a lover by their side, they would be willing to be beggars.
It was already morning, and the guests who had stayed at the brothel were beginning to return home. They were all stunned by the stunning beauty of the woman in the brothel.
Some of the libertines, their hands and feet trembling, tried to approach her, but their companions pulled them back, whispering in their ears, "It's the beggar leader, Chuhe! That guy is ruthless, don't mess with him!"
Those who lived in the city, even if they hadn't seen her, had heard of the beggars' brawls. They could only leave reluctantly, lamenting that the brothel didn't have such a beauty, vowing never to return.
Some of those with some influence dared not confront Yi Shanjin directly, but they all went home to devise a plan: how to destroy the Western City Beggars' Gang, take the beauty home, and then frame Yi Shanjin for a crime, killing him in prison to prevent future trouble.
Yi Shanjin walked along the street in front of the brothel with Dang Wu. After walking a few dozen steps, he suddenly sensed something and turned around. He saw a young man strolling out of the brothel, staring intently at his back with hawk-like eyes, as if he wanted to tear a piece of flesh out.
His face was like jade, extremely handsome, and looked very familiar. Yi Shanjin was startled and quickly searched his memory, but he didn't remember knowing anyone like that.
If it was someone he had seen in his childhood, they would be old and dead by now. The young man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old
, with a handsome face and a hint of sinister intent, yet he also resembled one of those two fairies disguised as men visiting a brothel.
"Women disguised as men?" The thought sent chills down Yi Shanjin's spine, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
If he imagined this young man as a woman, with his face on a woman's body, he had indeed seen someone like that before.
A scene flashed through his mind, and a past scene quickly returned to his heart.
He had only recently left Yuli Mountain and traveled a long way to Jeju City. His clothes were tattered and filthy, and he was starving. Too ashamed to beg on the streets, he had no choice but to pawn his only possessions.
The old pawnbroker, seeing the beautiful jade he presented, was astonished. He hurriedly took it to his face and examined it closely, his hands trembling as he stammered, "A top-quality mutton-fat jade! Worth even…"
He quickly stopped, glaring at Yi Shanjin, and demanded sharply, "Where did you get this jade?"
"It was a family heirloom. Because of our family's decline, we had no choice but to pawn it," Yi Shanjin replied, his heart pounding.
The old pawnbroker knew he had lost his composure upon seeing the priceless jade, and it would be difficult to lower the price further. Moreover, the jade was so perfect, rare in the world, that he could only ask the pawnbroker to make the final decision.
Yi Shanjin was left in the living room to wait. An apprentice served him tea and snacks. Yi Shanjin was starving, so he ate the snacks first, which gave him some strength to patiently wait for the pawnshop owner to arrive.
After a long while, someone from the backyard lifted the curtain and entered the living room. It was a tall woman of about twenty-five or twenty-six.
The woman had an extremely beautiful figure, slender and alluring, with a pretty and heroic face. Her eyebrows were sharply defined, and she was a stunning beauty, exuding a vibrant and spirited aura that inspired awe and admiration.
She glanced at him sideways, her gaze cold and arrogant, clearly someone accustomed to being in a superior position.
Yi Shanjin was still traumatized by the rape he had suffered at the hands of a beautiful woman, and he was afraid of women, even if she was slender and sexy; he only felt fear. As for her high, trembling breasts, he dared not look at them for long.
The pawnshop owner, Chao Feng, stood respectfully beside her, showing her a beautiful jade.
The woman held the jade in her hand, gazing at it for a long time. She then scrutinized Yi Shanjin closely before suddenly turning hostile, slamming her hand on the table and shouting, "You little thief! This jade is clearly from my family, stolen just the other day! How dare you bring it to my pawnshop to pawn! You have the audacity to do this!"
Yi Shanjin immediately jumped up, filled with shock and anger, and cried out, "Nonsense! How could this possibly be yours!"
Behind the woman, a pretty maid in a light green dress slightly raised her beautiful eyes, looking at him with pity and sympathy
, as if to say, "You're doomed!"
Yi Shanjin felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head. He knew the woman coveted his precious jade, and he was both angry and anxious, momentarily at a loss for what to do. Suddenly, he heard a flurry of footsteps approaching, clearly indicating that many people were rushing towards them. Frightened, he tried to flee. As
he moved slightly, the woman suddenly reached out and swiftly grabbed his wrist.
Her hands were as smooth as white jade, but some areas of her fingers and palms were calloused, clearly the result of years of martial arts training.
Yi Shan watched helplessly as her hand reached out, its speed too fast for him to dodge. With a hiss, she gripped his pulse point, and with a slight pressure, his entire body ached and went numb. He screamed and fell to the ground.
A cacophony of footsteps followed as several burly men squeezed into the living room from both the front and back doors, surrounding him and gripping his shoulders and arms, causing him excruciating pain and rendering him immobile.
The woman released her grip with a cold laugh and shouted, "Search this little thief! See what else he stole!"
Several burly men responded and rummaged through his body, quickly finding over a dozen pieces of beautiful jade, laid out side by side on the table, their gleaming light dazzling their eyes.
Having worked at the pawnshop for so long, they knew that each piece of jade was priceless; so many pieces together made him incredibly wealthy!
Everyone present felt somewhat dizzy. The pretty maid in green blinked her large eyes, staring at Yi Shanjin's face in surprise, her gaze filled with pity.
Only the young woman at the head of the group remained calm. Looking at the maid's expression, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, a hint of jealousy flashing in her eyes. She reached out and grabbed the maid's small hand, scolding, "Xiao Bi, come back with me! Don't peek at men here!"
She secretly pinched the maid's small hand hard twice, then led Xiao Bi to the backyard. The old magistrate followed beside them, and once inside the gate, he asked in a low voice, "What should we do with this boy?"
His voice was so low it was almost inaudible, but only Yi Shanjin, with his keen senses, could vaguely hear it.
He pricked up his ears and clearly heard the woman's chilling voice: "You little thief, what else do you have to say? Bury yourself under the tree in the backyard!"
Cold sweat dripped down Yi Shanjin's forehead as he listened to the old thief respectfully seeing the woman off, his mind racing, trying to figure out a way to escape.
The old thief had just returned and was about to speak when Yi Shanjin suddenly pointed to the backyard and cried out, "The backyard is on fire!"
The burly men, already dazzled by the beauty of the jade and lost in their own thoughts, dared not act rashly for fear of the gang rules. Hearing this, they all involuntarily looked up through the curtain.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yi Shanjin abruptly broke free from the hand gripping his shoulder, leaped up, and slammed into the window.
With a deafening crash, the wooden window shattered as he smashed it. Ignoring the excruciating pain from the splinters, Yi Shanjin scrambled to his feet and fled, darting through streets and alleys, escaping Jeju City without pausing. He chose a direction at random and fled until he reached this city.
Scenes from the past flashed through Yi Shanjin's mind. He looked up at the handsome face of the young man standing before the brothel, a flicker of hatred in his eyes.
This young man was the woman in disguise from before. But why would a woman disguise herself as a man to solicit a prostitute? He still couldn't understand.
At the brothel entrance, several burly men waited with horses. Seeing the young man emerge, they hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Chief!"
Behind him followed a dozen or so burly men, all incredibly strong and imposing, even more so than the men Yi Shanjin had seen in the pawnshop.
The woman dressed as a man waved her hand and said coldly, "Grab that brat!"
Yi Shan's expression changed slightly, and he grabbed Dang Wu and ran.
Although this was considered his territory, he was only responsible for begging along the street; collecting protection money from merchants was handled by other gangs. No matter how powerful the Beggars' Sect was, it couldn't compare to a criminal organization—that was an irrefutable truth.
He had already experienced the woman's martial arts prowess. Although he was now much stronger, recalling what happened that day, he knew he was far from being her match and could only avoid her attacks, vowing to avenge himself later.
Several burly men mounted their horses, ignoring the crowds, and spurred their horses, knocking over several stalls and pedestrians, as they sped after them.
Yi Shanjin, unable to run fast with Dang Wu in tow, was overtaken by them as soon as they rounded a street corner. Brandishing steel knives, they threatened, "Kid, surrender now and come with us to see the gang leader, or you'll be sorry!"
Passersby, surprised, gathered around to watch the spectacle. Several burly men brandished their knives and shouted, "The Caifeng Gang is on a mission! All bystanders, get out of the way!"
The passersby might not know what the "Caifeng Gang" was, but their menacing appearance terrified them.
Yi Shanjin's forehead was beaded with sweat. As a gang leader, he had some understanding of the surrounding forces. The Caifeng Gang wasn't powerful locally, but it was the largest gang near Jeju. Its leader, Zhao Feifeng, was known in the underworld as "Blood Phoenix," a name as infamous as her beauty and ruthlessness. Smaller gangs that refused to submit were often wiped out, and killings in the streets were commonplace.
In Jeju City, the name Blood Phoenix was enough to stop children from crying at night. It's said that the Caifeng Gang has powerful backers, even connected to the immortals, so despite their countless murders, the authorities dare not interfere.
The woman who swindled him out of his jade looks remarkably like the legendary Zhao Feifeng. Could he be so unlucky as to have encountered another perverted female lecher?
The Caifeng Gang is a powerful force in this area, but they must have intricate connections with local gangs. These local bullies are nothing but beggars, utterly insignificant compared to a large gang. This time, they might really be wiped out and silenced! At this moment
, the "heavy force" Yishan had deployed on this street came into play. Five or six beggars mingled in the crowd, approaching silently, and suddenly brandished dog-beating sticks studded with iron nails, smashing them hard against the horses.
They specifically targeted the most painful spots, causing several horses to rear up in agony, dragging the burly men off their horses.
Yi Shanjin leaped up abruptly, appearing like an arrow on a horse. He snatched the steel saber, lightly slicing the burly man's neck with its blade, and pushed him off the horse.
With a splatter, blood gushed from the man's gaping neck, splattering the horse's legs and the ground.
Yi Shanjin mounted the saddle and leaped across several horses like a monkey, wildly swinging his steel saber, slashing heavily at the heads of the burly men, felling them from their horses.
Back home, he had only learned the most rudimentary swordsmanship from the guards. Although he had trained his men these past few days, honing his skills, it still lacked refinement.
However, since his breakthrough in spiritual cultivation, his strength and speed had increased, especially his lightning-fast attacks, far surpassing those of the ordinary henchmen.
Relying on his agility and surprise, several burly men were struck by the saber and fell from their horses, their faces and heads covered in blood, lying on the ground screaming and thrashing about.
Hearing the rapid sound of horses' hooves approaching from the street around the corner, Yi Shanjin immediately reached out, lifted Dangwu onto his horse, and shouted to his men, "Get on your horses and scatter!"
He chose the strongest, uninjured horse, flicked the reins, and galloped off.
Several beggars also hurriedly mounted their horses and fled, scattering at the crossroads leading out of the city, running wildly in three directions.
At this moment, Zhao Feifeng arrived at the scene with her men. Seeing her men's heavy casualties, she was furious, her face turning ashen. She roared and ordered her men to give chase in the direction they had fled.
At the fork in the road, Zhao Feifeng saw the messy hoofprints on the ground and could only order her men to scatter and pursue, determined to capture all the beggars and skin them alive as punishment for daring to disobey the Caifeng Gang!
She asked passersby and learned that Yi Shanjin had fled south with the girl. She then spurred her horse and galloped south in pursuit.
Following the hoofprints on the ground, she chased after him, finally spotting Yi Shanjin's galloping figure in the distance as she heard the roar of the river.
"You little thief! Stop right there, I'll leave you a whole corpse!"
Hearing Zhao Feifeng's loud shout behind him, Yi Shanjin turned and roared, "You crazy woman, why are you chasing me! Taking those things wasn't enough, did you have to kill me to silence me?"
Zhao Feifeng looked at him and sneered, "You can die, but that girl next to me has to stay! Don't worry, I'll take good care of her!"
Yi Shanjin detected a hint of lewdness in her voice, similar to the seductive moans of the fairy from before.
"This woman likes to frequent brothels! And, I seem to have heard some rumors about the leader of the Rainbow Phoenix Gang before…" Yi Shanjin suddenly realized, his heart filled with indignation: "So beautiful women are all perverts, not only do they like to play with men, but they also like to play with innocent girls!" "
I'd rather die than hand her over to a pervert like you!" Yi Shanjin gritted his teeth and shouted, holding Dangwu tightly, whipping his horse and galloping away.
"So this is what 'man snatching and woman domination' means!" Yi Shanjin lowered his head, looking at the panicked girl in his arms, a mixture of grief and anger welling up with pity.
He and she were both sex toys targeted by this perverted woman. If Dangwu fell into her hands, her fate would probably be even worse than his!
"Don't dream! None of the women I've set my sights on have ever escaped! Do you want me to pin her down in front of you, strip her naked, and let you see her to your heart's content?" Zhao Feifeng laughed loudly, her voice filled with excitement and frenzied desire.
Zhao Feifeng was riding a fine steed, extremely fast, and had long since left her subordinates far behind. Upon seeing Yi Shanjin, she was greatly encouraged, spurring her horse to chase after him, catching up with him in a short while.
Yi Shanjin roared angrily, turned around, and slashed with his sword. The sword strike was fierce and powerful.
But such rudimentary skill was utterly beneath the notice of a true martial arts master. Zhao Feifeng sneered, flicking her finger with a sharp crack that struck the blade.
Yi Shanjin felt a surge of power coursing through the blade, losing his grip on the hilt. The steel sword flew away with a whoosh, his hand splitting open and blood gushing forth.
Zhao Feifeng spurred her horse forward, catching up swiftly, and struck at his chest.
This palm strike carried immense power, whistling through the air, and possessed tremendous force. If it landed on Yi Shanjin's chest, it would likely turn him into a bloody pulp.
Yi Shanjin, still on horseback and carrying Dangwu in his arms, had nowhere to dodge. He could only muster all his spiritual energy in his right hand to meet the blow.
With a deafening boom, their palms collided. With a crack, Yi Shanjin's arm bone shattered instantly, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Zhao Feifeng sneered, raising her palm to strike Yi Shanjin's chest. She was determined to kill him with a single blow, so that the girl in his arms would give up on him and never dare to betray her again.
Halfway through her strike, she suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, her face turning ashen.
During their earlier exchange, a chilling aura had surged from his palm, traveling down her arm and into her chest.
Now, as she used her inner strength, this chilling aura suddenly flared up, freezing her face and greatly weakening her grip, barely managing to strike Yi Shanjin's chest.
But even this small amount of force was too much for Yi Shanjin to bear; he was sent flying, coughing up blood, two ribs broken.
Unable to stop her attack, Zhao Feifeng struck the horse's rump, causing it to neigh miserably and collapse to the ground, unable to get up.
Yi Shanjin clutched Dangwu with his left arm, rolling several times on the ground, feeling waves of dizziness wash over him. Forcing himself to his feet, he pulled Dangwu along, stumbling forward.
Zhao Feifeng, who had intended to chase after him and kill him with a single blow, suddenly felt her inner energy stagnate, hindering her movements. She sat frozen on her horse, helplessly watching them support each other as they fled further and further away.
She struggled to channel her inner energy, trying to suppress the cold aura within her abdomen. Though weak, the aura was strangely eerie; she barely managed to suppress it with tremendous effort.
Yi Shanjin limped forward, his vision blurring, occasionally spitting out blood.
Dangwu, beside him, panicked, clutching him and weeping, desperately supporting him as they fled.
A bridge appeared ahead—a wooden plank bridge connected by thick ropes across the river.
Yi Shanjin's spirits lifted; forcing himself to stay upright, he and Dangwu ran towards the bridge.
If they could reach the other side, perhaps there was still hope of survival.
Driven by the will to survive, they supported each other, climbed the bridge, and struggled towards the other side.
The bridge was dilapidated and creaked as it swayed. Yi Shanjin reached the middle of the bridge, when suddenly his legs gave way and he collapsed to his knees.
The injury from the previous blow had flared up, and coupled with the depletion of his spiritual energy, he was extremely weak, unable to rise from his knees.
A sinister laugh suddenly came from behind him. Yi Shanjin turned around with difficulty and saw a woman, beautiful as a peach blossom but with a heart of a serpent, standing at the bridgehead, walking towards him step by step. Zhao Feifeng
smiled through gritted teeth, struggling to suppress the surging energy in her abdomen. Although the strange aura prevented her from moving too fast, her inner strength remained; killing Yi Shanjin with a single blow would be effortless.
Yi Shanjin's vision blurred; he knew his time was up, and all his ambitions for revenge would vanish.
But that didn't matter; he was only suffering anyway, living in nightmares every night. "Just her body? Oh dear? So young, it would be so pitiful to die like this."
Yi Shan turned his head, his gaze fixed on the pure and beautiful girl, his eyes filled with an unprecedented tenderness.
He struggled to open his lips and softly said, "I'm going to jump. You'll be all alone from now on, take good care of yourself!"
In the middle of the bridge, a single leap would send him plunging into the great river below. In such turbulent waters, even his remains would likely not survive.
Dang Wu, tears streaming down her face, was even more shocked to hear his words. Her eyes widened as she clung to him tightly, her heart aching as if being stabbed with knives.
"He said he's leaving..." Just hearing those words was unbearable for her; it was as if she had never felt such pain in any of her previous memories.
She trembled violently, helpless, and could only grasp him with her slender hands, whimpering softly, "No, please don't go!"
Yishan Jin smiled bitterly, his voice hoarse yet strangely calm: "She won't spare my life. You're different. As long as you listen to her, you should be able to live."
Fear flickered in Dang Wu's clear, beautiful eyes, as if she had finally understood what "listen to her" truly meant.
"Leave him, let him die, and I'll be the only one left alive?"
This vague thought arose in her mind, her face turning deathly pale, her heart aching to the point of madness.
Her memories were short, and during that time, she had almost always been by Yishan Jin's side. To her, Yishan Jin was her whole world, accompanying her throughout her entire life!
He provided her with food and clothing, preventing her from freezing or starving to death. Although he appeared cold on the surface, she could always keenly sense his care for her. As long as he was there, no one could bully her.
Only he could embrace her, kiss and caress her body. The warmth of his embrace from the previous night seemed to linger on her. To her, he was like family, even more important than family.
She had seen the large tree and vines beside the temple, and she had thought then that the leader was like that towering tree, and she was like the vine, happily nestled beside it; without the tree, the vine couldn't survive.
Now, he told her he was about to die, and that she should live well on her own.
Was that even possible?
Without him, could life still be as peaceful and reassuring as before?
She silently looked at him, her eyes filled with despair and sorrow, her pale lips trembling as she softly uttered a groan: "Take me with you… Leader, please take me with you…"
Clear, pure tears streamed from her eyes. She gazed at him quietly, her eyes filled with longing and tenderness, as if she wanted to devour him whole with her gaze.
"Fool!" Zhao Feifeng walked step by step from the other side of the bridge, her anger rising with rage, but unable to walk fast enough, she could only shout, "What's so good about this boy that he's worth dying for? He doesn't deserve you at all. Come to me, I'll treat you well and give you a life of luxury, a hundred times better than being a beggar!"
Dang Wu gasped for breath, struggling to stand up with Yi Shanjin. Her expression was calm as she looked at the woman dressed as a man approaching. Her clear eyes even held a hint of arrogance. She parted her cherry lips slightly and uttered a soft voice: "In this world, no one has ever been better to me than him, and no one ever will."
Zhao Feifeng cried out in shock, forcibly suppressing the pain within her body as she lunged forward, but it was too late. She could only watch helplessly as the blood-soaked young man and woman embraced each other and jumped off the bridge.
The mighty river surged and roared, its current as swift as a galloping horse, whipping up vast expanses of white spray that splashed in all directions like jade and snow.
The beautiful couple leaped into the torrent, quickly swallowed by the white spray, tumbling and rolling downstream.
Zhao Feifeng cried out in despair, watching the beautiful girl disappear into the river. He angrily pounded the bridge railing, his heart filled with resentment and regret, as if he had suddenly lost a priceless treasure.
5. Along the century-old
avenue, trees were verdant, mountains and waters beautiful, a picturesque scene.
A long caravan moved through this beautiful landscape, like figures in a painting.
Large numbers of cavalry in bright armor guarded the front and rear of the caravan, while in the center, a spacious and magnificent carriage, adorned with exquisite decorations and pulled by eight tall, fine horses, exuded an imposing presence.
Inside the luxurious carriage, the curtains were lifted, and a beautiful woman leaned against the window, gazing at the distant green mountains and clear waters. A faint loneliness and sorrow lingered on her exquisite face, her graceful demeanor enough to stir the heartstrings of any man.
Her beautiful face was snow-white and radiant, radiating an aura of nobility. Her luxurious attire clearly indicated her high status.
This mature and beautiful woman had a slender waist, high breasts, and an alluring, sensual charm, radiating a powerful feminine allure.
She sat casually by the window, yet none of the cavalrymen dared to cast lewd glances at her. Clearly, they were from a wealthy and powerful family, where the law was strictly enforced, and even the slightest transgression could result in death.
Although her demeanor was languid and alluring, a subtle air of authority emanated from her brows, inspiring awe and preventing any disrespectful thoughts.
The carriage moved forward silently, no one daring to make a sound. And only she and another woman could so brazenly sit by the window.
To be continued...

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