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Chapter Twenty The Setting Sun, Old Friends' Feelings, A Deserted Ferry, An Unmanned Boat Lays Across the River.
This was not a deserted ferry, but rather the middle of the river, where a boat lay moored, blocking Guo Xu and his companions' path.
There was no one on board.
The boat's owner was already aboard Guo Xu's boat.
"I have long admired the name of Young Master Guo of the Changfeng Escort Agency. The Qingyi Tower is located in a secluded corner of Jiangnan, and I have never had the chance to meet you. Today, I am fortunate enough to have this opportunity, how can I not extend my hospitality?" A scholar in white smiled and cupped his hands.
Guo Xu and Cheng Tieyi protected Chu Chu and Cai Yu behind them. Guo Xu said loudly, "I am Guo Xu. I am honored by your kind invitation. May I ask which master of the Qingyi Tower is here
?" "I have heard that Miss Cheng is learned and has a remarkable memory, known as the female Zhuge Liang. May I ask if she could tell me our origins?" A middle-aged man holding a silver spear said sinisterly.
Cheng Caiyu stepped forward, exchanged a glance with Guo Xu, and turned to say, "Since that's the
case, this humble woman has presumptuously spoken." Looking at the tall, muscular man, she said, "Since boarding the ship, you have remained silent and unarmed, indicating your great confidence in your hand-eye coordination. Your temples are prominent, suggesting you are a master of external martial arts. If I am not mistaken, you should be Wei Lian, the Iron-Clad Scholar, the master of the Ninth Pavilion of the Green Robe Pavilion, renowned for his Thirteen Taibao's external martial arts."
The faces of the Green Robe Pavilion members changed, confirming Cheng Caiyu's words. Only Wei Lian looked bewildered, glancing left and right, unsure of what Caiyu was saying.
Guo Xu understood Caiyu's intention. He had long heard that Iron-Clad Scholar Wei Lian was born deaf and mute, and Caiyu's choice to speak to him first was merely a pretext to reveal the origins of the martial arts of the people present, making him wary.
Caiyu then turned to the old man who had spoken earlier, “Your silver spear is five feet three inches long and has no tassel. You must be Senior Xiao Jintang, the master of the Third Pavilion of the Green Robe Sect, wielding the Soul-Severing Spear. I’ve heard that your Soul-Severing Spear has twenty-four forms, exceptionally sharp, but unfortunately, your lower body is unstable, a minor flaw.”
Xiao Jintang’s face turned pale, while the white-robed scholar clapped his hands and chuckled, “Miss Cheng is indeed a veritable encyclopedia of the martial world, able to handle all aspects of the martial arts world with ease.” He thought to himself that the old man Xiao was arrogant and disobedient, and today he had been greatly humiliated and his martial arts flaws exposed. He would surely have to deal with other people who wanted to rise in rank in the future, and he felt a surge of satisfaction.
A woman who appeared to be in her early thirties, wearing a bright red jacket embroidered with gold and a jadeite fish-scale skirt, laughed sweetly, "I told you long ago that a person's name is like a tree's shadow. Miss Cheng is no ordinary person with an undeserved reputation. I will not humiliate myself further. Young Master Guo, I am Du Yunniang, the fourth mistress of the Green Robe Pavilion. I greet you." She then gave a deep bow.
Du Yunniang had phoenix eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows. She spoke eloquently, exuding both charm and a touch of heroism. Guo Xu, a playboy in the world of pleasure, immediately returned the greeting with a smile.
Cheng Caiyu glanced at Guo Xu, her brows furrowing. "Caiyu doesn't deserve the Nine-Tailed Fox's praise. I only envy Aunt Du's excellent maintenance; her skin is so delicate, she doesn't look like someone over fifty."
Du Yunniang's pretty face turned pale with anger, secretly resentful. "You brat, want to look young? It's easy! I'll prepare dozens of men for you later, so you can replenish your yin with yang to your heart's content."
"Your Excellency, dressed in white with a long sword at your waist, with all the heroes of Qingyi Tower bowing in obedience, must be Lu Shaoqing, the White-Clad Divine Swordsman, the Second Master of Qingyi Tower. I've long heard of Master Lu's unparalleled swordsmanship, already on par with the Grand Master Chen Shiyuan, and your reputation in the sect is soaring. It's an honor to meet you today; indeed, seeing is believing."
The white-robed scholar looked embarrassed and uneasy, about to reply, but Caiyu didn't give him a chance, turning to two men with similar appearances.
"Four blades wielded amidst bloodshed and grudges, their entanglements erased by the pen. You two wield twin blades, their hilts black, each two feet long and three inches wide. You must be the Qin brothers, known as the 'Blood Rain Chain Blades' of the Green Robe Pavilion. Since Qin Feng and Qin Yu are here..." Cheng Caiyu turned and announced loudly, "Please welcome Master Chen!"
"Hahaha..." Accompanied by a burst of laughter, the roof of the passenger boat lying across the river suddenly cracked open, and a Taoist figure flew out like a large bird, landing on the bow.
The assembled experts of the Green Robe Pavilion bowed and shouted in unison, "Welcome
, Chief Master!" Guo Xu, seeing that the man at the bow of the boat was about forty years old, with a thick, iron-like beard, piercing eyes, and an imposing presence, said, "So it's Chief Master Chen who has come in person. Please forgive my
lack of hospitality." "Young Master Guo, there's no need for such formalities," Chen Shiyuan waved to stop Lu Shaoqing from speaking, then turned to Cheng Caiyu and said, "Miss Cheng, you are truly shrewd and skillful. With just a few words, you not only exposed the weaknesses in the martial arts of our pavilion's masters, but also stirred up their anxieties. A female Zhuge Liang, truly deserving of the title.
" Cheng Caiyu's face remained impassive, "I don't deserve such praise from Master Chen." Inwardly, however, she groaned. If it were just these few masters, although today was dangerous, Guo Xu and Tieyi might have a chance. But Chen Shiyuan's martial arts were renowned throughout the martial world. Leaving aside everything else, just keeping Guo Xu occupied meant her elder brother would be overwhelmed by the combined attacks of the masters, and Sixth Master was seriously injured. Today was a dead end.
Chen Shiyuan still smiled broadly, "I'm sure Young Master Guo understands our purpose. Let's not beat around the bush. As long as you hand over the Jade Doll, the Changfeng Escort Agency will have unimpeded access to Jiangnan. Which is more important, Young Master Guo, please consider it carefully."
"People say the Jade Doll contains unparalleled martial arts, yet no one has ever seen it. Master Chen is a powerful figure in the martial world; why are you just following the crowd and coveting this item?" Cheng Caiyu interjected.
"Miss Caiyu is right. I haven't seen the martial arts recorded on the Jade Doll, but if there's even the slightest possibility, Qingyi Tower won't let it fall into the hands of other sects. In the martial world
, one's fate is not one's own; that's generally how it is." "Changfeng Escort Agency was entrusted with a task and is bound to fulfill it. Today's matter is difficult to resolve amicably. However, with your prestige in the martial world, does Master Chen intend to rely on numbers to win?" Cheng Caiyu said calmly.
"Miss Caiyu, there's no need for goading. How could I, Chen, possibly rely on someone else to spar with the renowned Young Master Guo?" Chen Shiyuan smiled slightly, beckoning. Qin Feng and Qin Yu presented him with an ancient-looking longsword. Taking the sword, Chen Shiyuan lightly flicked the blade with his left middle finger and continued, "This sword is named 'Feilian,' after the ancient wind god. Forged in bronze, it is three feet three inches long and weighs thirty-three jin. Young Master Guo, be careful."
Guo Xu remained calm and collected, slowly drawing his longsword. "I am fortunate to have encountered Master Chen's 'Raging Wind Blade Technique' today."
With that, he joined his sword and charged towards Chen Shiyuan like an arrow. Chen Shiyuan laughed loudly, unfurling his form to meet him head-on.
The Thirteen Forms of the Gale Blade Technique, once unleashed, are like a raging storm, unstoppable. Any opponent who hesitates or retreats will lose the initiative. If they resist head-on, they will be met with thirteen relentless, heavy blows, each strike faster and more powerful than the last. Chen Shiyuan, the creator of the Green Robe Pavilion, used this technique to defeat countless masters, too many to remember.
The raging wind is unbearable, alas, the sudden wind and dense rain.
The sudden wind ripples wildly across the lotus-covered water, the dense rain slants against the ivy-covered wall. Liu Zongyuan's ancient poem perfectly captures the cunning and formidable nature of the Gale Blade Technique.
The wind is described as startling, the rain as dense, the ripples as chaotic, the invasion as slanting. Like a lotus emerging from the water, unhindered by the wind, yet still swayed wildly in a sudden gust; like ivy covering a wall, impervious to rain,
yet still able to penetrate obliquely in a dense downpour, sorrowful thoughts pervade, and the heart breaks with grief… The two fought fiercely, locked in a close battle. Suddenly, Chen Shiyuan let out a long roar, “Young Master Guo’s Heartbreak Sword lives up to its name! If you can withstand three more strikes from me, I will disband the Green Robe Pavilion and retire from the martial world. My first
strike, a whirlwind sweeps across the land!” The sword strike was like the wind, sweeping towards Guo Xu from all directions. Guo Xu’s sword flashed, his feet moving with unorthodox footwork, each shift avoiding the heavy blows and striking the solid ones.
He changed his form ten times, barely managing to evade the fierce onslaught. “My second strike, raging flames!” Chen Shiyuan leaped into the air, his Flying Blade perfectly integrated with his form, enveloping Guo Xu in a halo of light.
Guo Xu felt he had no way to dodge the blade; its chilling aura completely blocked his escape route, leaving him no choice but to use his internal energy to meet it head-on.
A clang rang out, the sound of metal clashing against metal piercing the eardrums. Cai Yu cried out in alarm as Guo Xu vanished, slammed from the deck into the cabin. As
the dust settled, Guo Xu reappeared, but his Broken Heart Sword was gone, and his right hand, which had been gripping the sword, was split open, clearly injured.
Chen Shiyuan remained motionless, not seizing the opportunity to attack. Seeing Guo Xu regain his footing, he calmly said, "The third strike, Heaven and Earth are merciless."
"Stop!" the镖局 (bodyguard agency) members shouted in unison.
"The third strike will be taken by Cheng," Cheng Tieyi stepped forward.
"Don't fight anymore, I'm willing to give up the Jade Doll..." Chu Chu sobbed.
“Miss Chuchu, please don’t say any more. Since we agreed to learn from Master Chen’s skills, how can we… cough cough… give up halfway
?” Guo Xu said haltingly. Chen Shiyuan nodded slightly, “Young Master Guo’s boldness is astounding. You may exchange swords and fight again.”
“No need for trouble. I, Guo, will experience the ruthlessness of heaven and earth empty-handed.” Guo Xu’s arm was still trembling slightly, indicating that even with a sword, he would have difficulty holding it.
Chen Shiyuan said no more. He held the knife in both hands, standing like a mountain. The surrounding aura constantly gathered around him, and even those who did not know martial arts, such as Chuchu and Caiyu, felt a slight discomfort. If this knife were to be used, it would be a full-force strike from Chen Shiyuan, and Guo Xu, who was injured, would surely die.
A startled cry rang out. Du Yunniang leaped onto the mast, pointed behind her, and turned to say, "Commander, look!"
Chen Shiyuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a large warship rapidly approaching. Seeing the flags on the mast, Chen Shiyuan's pupils contracted. "The Caojiang Navy's warships!"
Several loud "bangs" echoed as water columns rose around both ships; the enemy had opened fire.
On the warship, Weng Taibei, his face ashen, addressed the soldiers fiddling with several large muskets: "Keep firing, sink them!"
Qu Xingwu interjected, "Commander, if the ship sinks, the Jade Doll won't be easy to find..." He stopped mid-sentence, seeing Weng Taibei's piercing gaze, and dared not speak further.
"If the ship sinks, go down and salvage it; if everyone dies, it's clean!" Weng Taibei's mind was in turmoil from the news coming back from the capital. The Vice Censor-in-Chief Liu Yu hadn't stopped Censor Zhang Yue. The memorial submitted a few days ago had already reached the Emperor's ears. Weng Taibei had been in the officialdom for many years and couldn't simply assume that this was due to a momentary oversight. Could it be that the cabinet officials had made a deal with Liu Jin to use him as a pawn? This wasn't just Weng Taibei being overly worried; it was true that the Ming Dynasty's civil officials had virtually no integrity in this regard. Back in the Jingtai era, Lu Zhong, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was misled into planning the "Golden Knife Case," which caused a great uproar in the court and among the people. The cabinet and the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs joined forces to suppress the matter and pushed Lu Zhong to take the blame. The poor commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard ended up having to feign madness to avoid disaster. Although Weng Taibei couldn't think of any reason why the cabinet would betray him, he still had to be careful. The matter of the jade doll couldn't be delayed any longer. Weng Taibei made up his mind.
Meanwhile, the members of the Green Robe Tower and the Changfeng Escort Agency had no time to fight. They each steered their boats away as quickly as possible. The speed of the Yangtze River passenger ships could not compare with that of the naval warships. Fortunately, the cannons on the warships were light firearms with a slow rate of fire and limited range, giving both sides a slight chance to escape.
Amidst the booming cannon fire, the two ships slowly turned around and sailed downstream. Suddenly, a muffled thud sounded, and Guo Xu and the others felt the ship shake and begin to list rapidly. "Oh no, the cabin is taking on water!" Guo Xu exclaimed.
"Get the ship to shore quickly!" Cai Yu was extremely anxious. For some reason, she couldn't help but think of that guy with the wicked smile on his face. Ever since the fall of the Deng Mansion, he had always been the one to save them from danger. Would he appear this time on the river?
The riverboat tilted higher and higher. Chu Chu, clutching Yun San's ashes, cried out in alarm, losing her footing and falling onto the deck. Cheng Tieyi rushed forward and pulled her up. *Splash!* Another jet of water erupted as Cheng Caiyu, leaning against the gunwale, slipped and fell into the river amidst gasps from the crowd…
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Slowly waking, Cheng Caiyu found herself lying in a cave. She tried to get up but felt utterly weak. Only the warmth of the campfire beside her soothed her discomfort.
"You're awake," a familiar voice said.
Turning her head, she saw Ding Shou, shirtless, sitting beside the campfire, adding firewood.
Startled, Caiyu breathed a sigh of relief only after realizing her clothes, though disheveled, were still intact. "Caiyu thanks Young Master Ding for saving my life. I wonder..."
Ding Shou had observed Caiyu's behavior and chuckled inwardly. He had indeed been tempted, but this woman was outwardly gentle but inwardly strong. If he were to act recklessly, it would inevitably lead to a fight to the death, and Ding Shou didn't want to cause himself unnecessary trouble.
"Don't worry, Miss," Ding Shou said, "according to the messengers, Weng Taibei didn't succeed; in fact, he suffered a minor loss. The Green Robe Pavilion is indeed full of talented people, and some are even skilled with firearms." Ding Shou used a branch to stir the fire, making it burn brighter.
"The one skilled in firearms at the Green Robe Pavilion must be 'Ghost Fire' Liu Ling, from the Thunderbolt Hall of Jiangnan. Although his martial arts skills aren't high, he ranks last among the thirteen pavilion masters because of his firearms."
"His Ghost Fire is indeed strange; it can burn in water. Weng Taibei's warship was damaged and had to retreat." Ding Shou said it was strange, but he didn't really care. At least he knew from his later life that burning on water could be achieved with a few additives.
Caiyu felt relieved, only then realizing how uncomfortable she was soaking wet. Ding Shou smiled and said, "Please forgive me, young lady. There's nowhere to find clothes in this desolate place. Please make the effort to dry them yourself." He pointed to the clothes he had already hung up.
Caiyu frowned, feeling uneasy, but she was already soaked to the bone, her curves exposed, so it wasn't much different from being naked. Gritting her teeth, she slowly walked behind the curtain made of Ding Shou's clothes and began to undress.
In the firelight, a beautiful figure was vaguely visible behind the curtain. Ding Shou, a wicked smile on his face, lay down beside the campfire, propping his head up with his fist, fully enjoying the spring scenery before him.
His long, white arm stretched out, draping a pale blue cross-collar blouse over it. One could vaguely see the beauty unbuttoning her skirt at the waist. Below the curtain, a moon-white fish-scale skirt slid down onto her pale yellow satin shoes. Her slender feet emerged, and her rounded ankles were barely visible beneath her white silk trousers. Behind the curtain, the figure had high, firm breasts, a slender waist, and full hips. Her jade-like fingers lightly touched her chest, pausing briefly before ultimately leaving her bodice unfastened, causing Ding Shou, watching the play outside, to sigh in admiration.
"Miss Caiyu, I do not consider myself a virtuous gentleman who would never deceive in secret. Now, a lone man and a woman are alone together, our clothes disheveled. Can you trust me?" Seeing the beautiful figure behind the curtain huddled with her long legs, he knew that physical contact was impossible, but he wouldn't miss the opportunity for flirtatious banter.
After a moment of silence behind the curtain, Cheng Caiyu's delicate voice rang out: "Young master, you are unrestrained and unconventional, possessing the spirit of the Wei and Jin dynasties. Do you know Ruan Ji, the Infantryman
?" "Ruan Ji, one of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove." Ding Shou, at least, had been educated since childhood and knew a thing or two about the ancient sages. Besides, his own tavern's signboard was named "Liu Ling's Drunkenness." Ruan Ji had once been an infantry captain, known as Ruan the Infantryman. He was skilled at playing the zither, loved to whistle, was well-read, especially fond of Laozi and Zhuangzi, and enjoyed drinking and discussing metaphysics. He was one of the "Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove," along with Ji Kang, Shan Tao, and Liu Ling.
The *Jin Shu* (Book of Jin), in the biography of Ruan Ji, records: "A beautiful young woman from next door sold wine at a counter. Ruan Ji often went to drink there, and when he was drunk, he would lie down beside her. Ruan Ji did not feel ashamed, and her husband, observing this, did not suspect anything either." Caiyu, though unworthy, and the young master wished to emulate the sages of the past.
Ding Shou laughed heartily, "To hear the sound of a falling hairpin through the curtain and remain unmoved is either foolish or wise. I, Ding, am
fortunate to be neither foolish nor wise." This saying comes from *Xiaochuang Youji* (A Collection of Essays from a Small Window), which had not yet been published at this time. Caiyu was hearing it for the first time, silently repeating "fortunately, neither foolish nor wise..." several times, praising, "The young master is truly a man of character."
The two chatted idly, and time flew by. By the time their clothes were dry, it was dusk.
"Flowers are falling on the path, the setting sun is just right. Would you mind if
I escorted you on your journey, young lady?" Caiyu gave a soft "yes," and the two walked slowly, facing the setting sun.
"I have a question in my mind. I wonder if you could answer it?"
"Please speak, young master." Cheng Caiyu was still wary of Ding Shou, but she wasn't as aloof as before.
"The Changfeng Escort Agency braved dangers to escort the goods a thousand miles, all for the sake of the three families' long-standing friendship. It's admirable. But I've heard that Guo Xu and Deng Ren are also close friends. Your agency's actions seem..." Ding Shou didn't finish his sentence.
"Seems to disregard Deng Ren's safety, is that it?" Caiyu, understanding his implied meaning, smiled and said, "Do you know who entrusted this escort to us
?" "Could it be Deng Ren!" Ding Shou exclaimed in surprise. That kid is courting death!
"As a wealthy young man with a few close friends and a beautiful wife from a prominent family, Deng Ren was content with his lot. But after meeting Chu Chu, he fell head over heels in love. The jade doll, considered a treasure of the martial arts world by many, was nothing more than a jade ornament to please his beloved. Even after Guo Xu explained the situation to him, saying he was being used, he remained unchanged. It didn't matter whose wife Chu Chu was, or what her original purpose was. As long as Chu Chu was happy, Deng Ren had no regrets."
"With such a mindset, Deng Ren is truly remarkable." For the first time, Ding Shou wondered if his plan to frame Deng Ren with the jade doll was a bit underhanded.
"Everyone says that Guo Xu, Rong Wang, and Deng Ren are known as the Three Young Masters of the Capital because they are befriending powerful people, but they don't know that the three of them are truly kindred spirits." Cai Yu's face lit up when Guo Xu was mentioned.
"Miss Cai Yu also likes Guo Xu?" Ding Shou suddenly said, touching his nose.
"I...no, I'm talking nonsense. It's Rouge, yes, it's Rouge who likes Guo Xu." Caiyu suddenly stammered, flustered.
Ding Shou smiled and said, "It's no secret in the capital that Rouge likes Guo Xu, but compared to her outward expression, you are much more reserved." Looking at Caiyu's flushed face, he continued, "You and Guo Xu grew up together, and you took care of his every need since childhood. As a woman, you painstakingly kept the镖局 (escort agency) afloat. Even though you don't know martial arts, you force yourself to be knowledgeable about the affairs of the martial world, all so that Guo Xu can have a better chance of winning against his enemies. If it weren't for love, I can't imagine how a woman could do all this for a man."
Caiyu lowered her head and remained silent.
"The girl's disappointment lies in the fact that she has given so much, yet is often ignored by Guo Xu. It's no wonder; the world is so beautiful, who would turn back to notice the deep affection at home? Even ordinary men are easily swayed by charm, let alone the revered and famous Guo Xu."
After a long silence, Caiyu looked up, a charming smile curving her lips. "I really didn't expect this."
Ding Shou was stunned. "Didn't expect what
?" "It's hard to imagine that the infamous Third Chief of the Eastern Depot, whom everyone fears, is such a thoughtful person."
Facing the setting sun, Ding Shou smiled.
Chapter Twenty-Two: A Wave of the Hand Repels a Powerful Enemy
Fortunately, the Imperial Guards intervened, allowing the镖局 (escort agency) to shake off the Qingyi Tower. However, Caiyu fell into the water midway, causing great anxiety among the group. Cheng Tieyi, known for his reckless nature, was about to jump in to search for her, but Guo Xu and Shang Liu persuaded him otherwise. None of them could swim, and they didn't want to lose more people before finding her. Their immediate priority was to avoid the pursuers and find a place to stay, waiting for Guo Xu's injuries to stabilize before continuing the search.
The group found an inn in Jiujiang City and booked rooms on the second floor. Guo Xu, tending to his internal injuries, sent men out to search for Cheng Caiyu.
As the sun set, the group returned with news, but Caiyu remained elusive. Their anxiety intensified. Shang Liu, who had raised the three of them since childhood and loved Caiyu like his own daughter, was even more distraught.
Just as everyone was filled with gloom, an uninvited guest arrived.
A burly man stood in the center, leaning on his sword, with Luo Fei and Du San Kui on either side, and eight figures in various attire and weapons standing behind them.
"Zuo Chong, the chief protector of the Tianyou Gang, along with the second hall masters of the Diyou Gang and the eight protectors, pays a visit to Young Master Guo of the Changfeng Escort Agency," the sword-wielding man said calmly.
The road had been coveted by all sorts of people. First, Hou Kun was killed, and now Cai Yu's fate was unknown. Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone Cheng Tieyi, who was already hot-tempered. He slammed his dragon-patterned staff down on the ground and said, "Enough nonsense. If you want the jade doll, give me your life in exchange."
"Young Master Cheng, please calm down. Aren't you afraid that such harsh words will make your escort agency more powerful enemies?" Lu Shaoqing, the white-robed swordsman, led Xiao Jintang and Wei Lian leisurely up to the second floor.
"I wonder when the Tianyou Gang and Qingyi Tower got into this mess. There are twelve Jade Dolls. Even if I, Guo, wanted to hand them over, have you two discussed how to divide the spoils?" Guo Xu, whose internal injuries had mostly healed after recuperation, stepped forward.
Zuo Chong and Lu Shaoqing exchanged glances, their mutual wariness unspoken.
"Jiangnan is Qingyi Tower's territory, so it's natural for the Jade Dolls to be handed over to the landowner," Lu Shaoqing said matter-of-factly. "
The Jade Dolls come from the North, so they should rightfully be handed over to the Tianyou Gang," Zuo Chong retorted, not giving an inch.
Lu Shaoqing's expression turned cold. "If your gang leader, Sima Xiao, were here, we might have to back down a bit. What right does Zuo Chong, with his Phantom Asura Sword, have to say such things?"
"Because I have more men," Zuo Chong waved his hand, and the eight men behind him formed a fan shape, surrounding Lu Shaoqing and his group.
Lu Shaoqing sneered, and Wei Lian roared, charging towards the surrounding men.
Amidst the clanging sounds, Wei Lian ignored the various weapons striking him, striding forward. Two men emerged from the group of eight, one wielding a bronze mace, the other double hammers, aiming directly at Wei Lian's head. Wei
Lian was deaf and mute, but not stupid. These weapons were heavy; even with his Golden Bell Shield protecting him, a blow to the head would leave him dazed. He immediately raised his fists to protect his head, meeting the two men's blows head-on. The muffled thuds
, like a blacksmith striking iron, were continuous. Suddenly, Wei Lian cried out, and with two loud thuds, the two men coughed up blood, staggered back several steps, and collapsed to the ground.
Wei Lian lunged forward, throwing a punch at Zuo Chong. Zuo Chong swayed, drawing his Shura Sword. Wei Lian saw sword shadows all around him, Zuo Chong seemingly multiplying into four, indistinguishable from the real thing. In an instant, he was struck by countless swords.
Zuo Chong frowned inwardly. This guy was thick-skinned and tough. He had been stabbed thirteen times in a row, yet they still hadn't found his weak point. Seeing Lu Shaoqing and the others smiling and watching the show, he hardened his heart. He lowered his body and thrust his sword again. With
a scream of agony, Wei Lian clutched his abdomen, rolling on the ground as if his intestines were being ripped out. A long sword was stuck in his anus, only half of it sticking out, like a tail that had grown out of thin air. He kept chuckling to himself. It was clear he was not going to live.
Seeing Wei Lian kick his legs a few times and then stop moving, Lu Shaoqing angrily said, "Zuo Chong, you're supposed to be a well-known figure in the underworld, aren't you ashamed to use such despicable tactics?"
Zuo Chong remained expressionless, "He's dead, I'm still alive, what else matters?"
Lu Shaoqing drew his sword, "Then I'll experience your Phantom Asura Sword."
"Alright, stop making a scene. You've fallen for their provocation and don't even realize it, it's embarrassing." Chen Shiyuan appeared behind the group at some point.
Upon seeing Chen Shiyuan appear, Zuo Chong fell silent, glancing left and right for a way to escape. Chen Shiyuan was no saint; Zuo Chong had just killed the leader of the Green Robe Pavilion, and he didn't want to be used as a sacrifice.
Guo Xu frowned and said, "Master Chen is chasing us quite closely."
"Hehe, who told Young Master Guo to have so many enemies? Catching up to any one of them makes it easy to find your whereabouts," Chen Shiyuan said with a smile, stroking his beard, seemingly oblivious to the slowly retreating Zuo Chong.
"Fortunately, Guo Xu has not only many enemies, but also many friends." The door to the guest room opened, and Feng Ping, dressed in a gray robe, walked out, followed by a beautiful woman.
"Thunderbolt Flying Knife Feng Ping, do you think you can escape just by including your Changfeng Escort Agency?" Chen Shiyuan raised an eyebrow and said unhurriedly.
"How about adding Master Xin to the list?" a lazy voice rang out. Xin Li leaned against the second-floor window, swinging his legs as he spoke unhurriedly.
"Fast Sword Xin Li, and if you're included..." Chen Shiyuan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "It'll be a bit troublesome, but my chances of winning are still there."
The sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs. "The Tang Clan wants the people from the Changfeng Escort Agency."
Everyone turned around and saw two young men wearing straw hats and straw sandals coming up the stairs.
"Tang Shan, Tang Shui, what brings you two gentlemen here?" Lu Shaoqing stepped forward and blocked their path.
"My brother first apologizes to Master Chen. Just now, Master Sheng of the eighth floor of your esteemed building tried to stop us, but he has already crossed the Bridge of Helplessness," Tang Shan said coldly.
Lu Shaoqing's expression changed, caught in a dilemma. The Eighth Floor Master, the Poison Centipede Sheng An, was a master of poisons, yet he had died silently at the hands of the Tang Clan.
"Never offend the King of Hell, never encounter a Tang Clan member. The Tang Clan of Sichuan truly lives up to its reputation." Waving Lu Shaoqing away, Chen Shiyuan's face remained calm, but his killing intent was rising. He might be somewhat wary of the old fogies of the Tang Clan, but he had no reason to let these brats run rampant over him.
"Master Chen, you're too kind. My brother isn't here for the Jade Doll; he only wants to seek justice from Young Master Guo." Tang Shan turned to look at Tang Shui.
Tang Shui stepped forward. "May I ask, Young Master Guo, do you know the whereabouts of Tang Sangu and Tang Songgan from our sect?"
Guo Xu hesitated, finding it difficult to speak. Tang Songgan and the others had plotted to ambush him, but had instead fallen victim to Ding Shou's scheme. Although they hadn't seen the bodies, they were likely in grave danger. However, speaking frankly would surely cause trouble for Ding Shou. After much deliberation, he decided to take the blame himself.
Just as he was about to speak, a voice from downstairs said, "I know."
The crowd upstairs looked towards the stairwell, where a man and a woman walked up. The man was tall and elegant, the woman beautiful and refined. Upon seeing the woman, Guo Xu and Cheng Tieyi exclaimed in surprise, "Caiyu, you're alright!"
Cheng Caiyu smiled sweetly, "Thanks to Young Master Ding's rescue, I'm safe and sound."
Tang Shan stared at Ding Shou, "Who are you
?" "A nobody named Ding Shou, greetings to you two gentlemen." Ding Shou waved his folding fan, completely unconcerned.
"Where are they now?" Tang Shui asked.
"Dead." Ding Shou surveyed the scene before him. The small inn's second floor was indeed a gathering of heroes. When he saw Wei Lian's corpse on the ground, Ding Erye inexplicably felt a tightness in his chrysanthemum.
"Who killed them?" Tang Shan asked through gritted teeth.
"Me." The reply was crisp and forceful. Upon seeing the Tianyou Gang members, Ding Shou smiled broadly, "Brother Luo, Brother Du, how have you been?"
Luo Fei and Du San Kui, who had already quietly approached the window, returned the greeting with a wry smile. When they saw that the Tang Clan and Qingyi Tower members' eyes were fixed on them, their faces showed more tears than smiles. The Tang Clan's revenge was relentless; they shouldn't think they had a deep friendship with this kid.
"Where are the remains?" Tang Shan's hands were already inside his waist pouch.
"Gone." Ding Shou shrugged. "Destroying the evidence, isn't that how everyone in the martial world does it?" His innocent expression infuriated the two Tang Clan members, their eyes practically spitting fire.
"Isn't it Brother Luo, Brother Du? What do you think?"
What nonsense! Do you think we're that close?!
Luo Fei was disheartened. They had only met once; yes, you saved me, but was it necessary to repay with your life?
Du Sankui's heart bled. They had only met once, and he had even given you over two hundred thousand taels of silver. Why were you cheating me like this
? Ding Shou, having had his fun, raised his voice: "Tang Song and his group stole treasure and caused death; they must bear the responsibility for their failure and death. One must take responsibility for one's actions. If the Tang Clan wants revenge, I will do my utmost." He secretly thought to himself, "I've gone all out; I wonder if I can win the beauty's heart.
" Tang Shan, now calm, clasped his hands in a fist salute to the assembled heroes: "Friends, today is a private feud within the Tang Clan. We do not wish to harm the innocent. Please, those not involved, step aside."
"This matter arose because of the Changfeng Escort Agency; how can we let Brother Ding bear the responsibility alone?" Guo Xu stepped forward and said.
Chen Shiyuan remained noncommittal but showed no intention of going downstairs.
Tang Shan, without further ado, pulled a silver, spring-loaded box from his robes. It was seven inches long and three inches thick, inscribed with sixteen characters in small seal script: "Outwardly, blood will surely flow; returning empty-handed is ominous; the most urgent of all, the king of hidden weapons.
" Chen Shiyuan's eyebrows twitched, and he blurted out, "Rain of Pear Blossom Needles."
With a crash, Zuo Chong and the rest of the Tianyou Gang burst through the window, disappearing in an instant.
Lu Shaoqing stepped forward to inquire, "Chief..."
Chen Shiyuan shook his head to stop him, gave Ding Shou and Guo Xu a deep look, then turned and went downstairs, Qingyi Lou and the others following behind.
Guo Xu stepped forward, "Brother Ding..."
Ding Shou interrupted him impatiently, "Young Master Guo, they've clearly come to attack my men. Are you trying to steal my thunder by not leaving?"
Guo Xu nodded gravely, signaling the escorts to retreat back into their room. Cheng Caiyu called out urgently, "Young Master Ding..."
Hearing the concern in her voice, Ding Shou thought to himself that it was worth it. He turned to Cheng Caiyu and smiled, "What is it, Miss?"
"The Rain of Pear Blossom Nails mechanism is powerful, firing twenty-seven silver nails at a time. It's incredibly fast and powerful, arguably the best in the world. Every shot draws blood, and anyone within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) is instantly killed. Be careful."
Watching Caiyu and the others retreat back into their room, Ding Shou's expression stiffened. "So powerful? Did we overdo it this time?
" The two Tang Clan members stood in a triangular formation with Ding Shou. Tang Shan spoke, "I admire your courage. Few have dared to oppose the Tang Clan like this in recent years. If you can dodge this barrage of pear blossom needles, I will settle our grudges."
Ding Shou smiled bitterly; it seemed the Tang Clan had enough confidence in their hidden weapons.
Tang Shan grinned maliciously, pressed the trigger, and a burst of silver light shot out, instantly covering an area of several meters. Even if Ding Shou had wings, he wouldn't be able to escape.
Several muffled groans and clangs were heard, and in the blink of an eye, Ding Shou's hands were already gripping the throats of the two Tang Clan members.
The two men from Tangshan were filled with shock and resentment. The Rain of Pear Blossom Needles were indeed unavoidable, but the problem was that the founder had not considered that people could go underground when he designed this hidden weapon. As soon as the hidden weapon was launched, Ding Shou pushed off with his feet and fell from the second floor of the inn. He then jumped back up and used the strange and swift Heavenly Demon Hand to subdue the two men.
The two looked helplessly at the silver box containing the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles. The Rain of Pear Blossom Needles were incredibly powerful, but reloading them was extremely troublesome. Once fired, they were practically useless scrap metal. Tang Shan sighed, threw away the empty box, closed his eyes, and offered his neck for execution.
Ding Shou, however, released their throats. "I escaped by chance. I hope the eldest young master will keep his word."
Tang Shan opened his eyes, incredulously saying, "You won't kill me
?" "The second young master and his accomplices attempted to kill and steal treasure. Their deaths and the exoneration of their names are deserved. You two sought revenge for your brother, but your crimes do not warrant death," Ding Shou said seriously, inwardly cursing. *I really wanted to send you two to the Western Paradise, but there are too many people involved today. I can't silence everyone. I'll take the gamble.*
The two men from Tangshan exchanged glances, bowed, and said, "We will remember your mercy in sparing our lives. Upon returning to the Tang Clan, we will do our utmost to resolve this feud, even if..." They paused slightly, "even if our voices carry little weight, we still owe you our lives, young master."
Picking up the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, the two men turned and left.
****************
...
"Young Master Guo, there's no need for such formalities. Besides, Tang Song and the others truly died at my hands; how can I shift the blame onto others?"
Cheng Tieyi raised his glass in a toast. "Tang Song and the others deserved their fate. Brother Ding, I will forever remember your kindness in saving my sister. From now on, if you ever need my help, I, Cheng Tieyi, will go through fire and water without hesitation." Cheng Tieyi was fiery in nature, but he also knew his limits, making his promise only in his personal capacity, without implicating the escort agency.
"Young Master Cheng, you flatter me." Ding Shou drank with him, looking around and asking, "Where is Sixth Master
?" "Chu Chu is in mourning and unable to attend; Sixth Master is taking care of her in her room," Guo Xu replied.
Ding Shou knew that after that incident, Chu Chu would avoid him whenever possible, so he smiled and said no more.
Guo Xu then introduced Xin Li and Feng Ping to Ding Shou. Feng Ping had heard about Ding Shou from Yan Zhi and raised his cup in greeting. Although Xin Li still harbored resentment about Cui Wanshan, he couldn't show it because of Guo Xu.
"This is..." Guo Xu paused when introducing the woman sitting next to Feng Ping, clearly not recognizing her either.
Before Feng Ping could speak, the woman said, "I am Zhan Hongling, the owner of Yihonglou."
"This Yihonglou is..." Cheng Tieyi hesitated. "
A brothel in Datong City," Zhan Hongling said calmly.
Xin Li was a wanderer of the martial world, and Guo Xu was a playboy of the pleasure quarters, so they didn't care. Only Cheng Tieyi frowned, while Ding Shou looked at the young madam with interest. She had willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and high breasts. It was a pity she was a madam; she should be a prostitute.
Seeing the awkwardness at the table, Caiyu took Zhan Hongling's hand and said, "Sister Zhan, let's have a private chat, let's give this banquet to them."
The two left their seats. Seeing the inquiring looks from the crowd, Feng Ping took a sip of his wine and sighed, "Yanzhi and I left the capital and traveled around. When we arrived in Datong, Shanxi, we were dissatisfied with the forced gambling at the Fugui Gambling House. Yanzhi wagered herself and won against Fugui Gambling House."
"Fugui Gambling House is a property of the Tianyou Gang," Ding Shou thought to himself. No wonder Du San Kui showed up here; he'd even lost his own territory.
Feng Ping nodded. "That's right. Not long after, Chief Protector Zuo Chong came to get revenge. I won on behalf of Yan Zhi, but that led to Sima Xiao's arrest."
Ding Shou had heard about Sima Xiao's background from Mei Tuizhi. He was personally taught by two great masters of the Demonic Sect, Qin Jiuyou and Du Wentian, so his skills must be extraordinary. Seeing Feng Ping's dejected look, he asked, "Did you lose back at the gambling den
?" Feng Ping shook his head. "Sima Xiao doesn't care about a wealthy gambling den. She bet on Yan Zhi, betting that my twelve flying knives couldn't touch her in the slightest."
Guo Xu frowned. "You lost Yan Zhi to Sima Xiao." Yan Zhi was deeply in love with him. Although he avoided her as much as possible due to his personality, he couldn't ignore her safety.
“If Rouge is unwilling, she will sacrifice her life to go through with Sima Xiao,” Feng Ping sighed. “Rouge seems to have met Sima Xiao before and is willing to go with him.”
“I urge you to frequently enter the land of drunkenness, for this is a place without sorrow or hatred,” Feng Ping shook his head and smiled bitterly, looking at the empty seat left by Zhan Hongling. “From then on, I indulged in drinking and carousing, lying in the land of beauties, until I learned from the Tianyou Gang members drinking at the Yihonglou that they were heading south to seize treasure, only then did I set off south.”
Guo Xu knew he was worried about his safety and smiled in response; saying “thank you” between them was too formal.
“How is Sima Xiao’s martial arts?” Ding Shou was very concerned about this fellow disciple.
“Far superior to mine,” Feng Ping said.
"This is troublesome," Guo Xu said, clenching his fist. "We're surrounded by powerful enemies. Chen Shiyuan, the head of the Qingyi Tower, is no match for me. If Sima Xiao joins the fray, our future is bleak."
"You are all outstanding figures in the martial world, why belittle yourselves? The Qingyi Tower only has Chen Shiyuan. As for the Tianyou Gang—you all saw what happened today," Ding Shou said with a smile.
Thinking of the Tianyou Gang's escape today, everyone smiled knowingly. Guo Xu said, "Although Zuo Chong is cautious, his skills are not weak. As for the others in the Tianyou Gang, I've heard that Lu Changjiang, the head of the Heavenly Hall, is in charge of the headquarters. As for the head of the Underworld Hall, his reputation is unknown, and his identity is a mystery."
"Then what are you all worried about? Yun Family Manor is nearby. I wish you all success in advance," Ding Shou said, raising his cup in a toast.
Just as everyone was exchanging toasts, Shang Liu suddenly shouted angrily from the next room.
Several people rushed to Chu Chu's room upon hearing the commotion. They found Shang Liu with bloodstains on his shoulder, but Chu Chu was nowhere to be seen. Shang Liu pointed to the open window, "It's the Qingyi Tower people. Chu Chu has been kidnapped."
The group rushed downstairs through the window and saw screams coming from several directions; their opponents had split up and fled.
"Tieyi, watch over Sixth Master. We'll split up and chase after them." With that, Guo Xu leaped up and gave chase.
Feng Ping and Xin Li also split into two groups, using their lightness skills to pursue them.
Ding Shou turned the corner and leisurely glanced at the hidden mark on the corner of the inn's wall. He had been able to find the escort agency so quickly with Cheng Caiyu thanks to the mark left by Chang Jiu. With such a skilled tracker, why should he bother with all the effort?
After looking at the mark on the wall, Ding Shou paused, then smiled, realizing he had chosen a hidden spot. Across from the inn was a candle shop, but business was slow;
it
had closed early. It was an old establishment, and passersby paid it no heed.
In a small room behind the shop, Du Yunniang, dressed in a red dress, her face menacing, sneered at Chu Chu, who was slumped on the ground, "Little girl, hand over the jade doll if you know what's good for you, or you'll suffer."
Chu Chu's face was pale. "The jade doll is still in the guest room. Even if you force me to my death, it's useless."
"Hmph, I certainly don't dare go back alone now, but it doesn't matter. I'll just process you and exchange you with Guo Xu. First, I'll smash this damn urn you're clinging to." With that, she snatched the urn that Chu Chu never parted with. Chu Chu tried to grab it back, but Du Yunniang kicked her pressure point, causing her to fall to the ground, unable to move, her eyes filled with anxiety.
"Huh?" Du Yunniang felt something was off about the weight of the urn as soon as she got it. She fiddled with it for a while, and with a "click," she opened a hidden box. Inside were twelve jade dolls.
"Hahaha, it's like finding a needle in a haystack! That little girl is clever, knowing no one wants to touch this cursed thing, yet she's gotten herself into my lap!" Du Yunniang laughed smugly.
Chu Chu was anxious and restless. After Ding Shou discovered the doll hidden in the tucked compartment of the caravan, she hid it in Yun San's ashes, keeping it close at hand. She never expected it to be discovered again today. Was fate against the Yun family
? "What brings you here, sister? Would you like to share this joy with me?"
A voice sounded behind Du Yunniang. Du Yunniang shuddered, not turning around, her red skirt billowing as she unleashed a flurry of kicks.
All twelve kicks missed. Du Yunniang turned around in surprise, wanting to see who her opponent was, but her hand went limp. The urn containing the jade doll had been snatched away.
Du Yunniang turned around in fright, only to see a young man in blue robes standing beside Chu Chu with his back to her.
Ding Shou picked up the doll, examined it carefully, seemingly checking for damage, and finally put it back with satisfaction. Suddenly, he felt a soft, yin energy attack his acupoint on his back. Without turning to avoid it, he naturally circulated his Heavenly Demon True Qi to protect his back.
Du Yunniang saw that her palm had clearly struck the young man's acupoint, yet it vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. The recoil then forced her back several steps, her palm bones throbbing with pain, causing her great alarm.
Ding Shou turned around, his eyes flashing coldly, and said coldly, "It seems I'm forced to kill someone today." Upon seeing Du Yunniang's face, his brow furrowed.
Du Yunniang now knew that her martial arts were far inferior to his, and if she wasn't careful, the dignified nine-tailed fox demon would perish here today. Her brow furrowed, and a plan formed in her mind.
"Oh—Young master, I was just testing your skills, why are you so angry? Look, my heart is pounding with fear." Du Yunniang took several steps forward, pressing her body against his back, her breath sweet and fragrant. She whispered softly in his ear.
Ding Shou felt a soft mass against his back, a surge of heat rising within him. He glanced at her rosy cheeks and alluring appearance, and lewdly chuckled, "Did I really scare you?"
"Indeed, feel it. It's still pounding!" With a soft, seductive voice, she reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it down to reveal her snow-white, smooth shoulders and a full, rounded breast that seemed about to burst from her bosom. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her breasts.
Ding Shou's fingers twirled, feeling the pair of full breasts change shape in his palms, causing Du Yunniang to let out a faint hum. She massaged Ding Shou's shoulders with her jade hands, "Young master, you have such a strong body, I love it to death..."
Her hands swept across Ding Shou's chest, then slowly moved down, reaching between his legs, and she continued in a seductive voice, "Young master, you are so powerful, I would die from... Ah!!!"
The lewd laughter suddenly stopped, and Du Yunniang turned to face him and looked down at the enormous thing she had just pulled from his clothes, twice the size of an ordinary person's, and her mouth dropped open in shock.
Du Yunniang had originally planned to use her seductive arts to lure this young man into a dangerous situation, hoping to make him experience the pleasures of ecstasy. Even if she couldn't turn the tide, she at least wouldn't have to cruelly destroy him. If she was lucky, she might
even be able to extract his vital essence. She, a nine-tailed fox spirit, had seen countless men; this young man, barely out of his teens, was completely infatuated with her. Looking at the enormous, purplish-red penis clenched in her fists, feeling its fiery firmness, Du Yunniang's heart began to pound. The martial world was rife with unorthodox techniques of absorbing yin to replenish yang. If this young man was proficient in this, the outcome today was uncertain. But if he was merely superficially gifted and easily defeated like Cheng Yaojin with three axe blows, wouldn't she have missed a great opportunity to increase her power today?
After much deliberation, she gritted her teeth, squatted down in front of Ding Shou, and opened her mouth wide to take his round, egg-shaped nipple into her mouth. Her tongue flicked and licked it, making slurping sounds. As her body writhed, her clothes gradually slipped down, revealing her full, jade-like skin. Her
two round, full breasts trembled incessantly, her slender waist twisted and turned as if about to break. Between her buttocks, like two peach petals, dark pubic hair clung to her skin by the constantly seeping fluid, making the pink cleft tightly enclosed by her labia barely visible.
Ding Shou felt incredibly comfortable, his hands sometimes caressing her firm buttocks, sometimes grasping her drooping breasts, sliding back and forth between her slender chest, abdomen, and waist.
The nine-tailed fox demon's breathing grew heavy, her eyes narrowed with desire. Suddenly, she straightened up, supporting Ding Shou as he lay back on the ground. She lifted her long, jade-like legs and straddled him. Her pubic hair was already overflowing with moisture. She twisted her slender waist, pressing her vulva against his thick, swollen, glistening penis. A cry of "Ouch!" was heard as the massive member was already half-swallowed.
"Ah...Young Master...you're so good...so big."
Ding Shou felt a warm, moist sensation tightly enveloping his member, incredibly comfortable. The tender flesh inside his vaginal walls continued to writhe and suck, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. His internal energy flowed freely, making his member even harder.
Du Yunniang naturally felt the penis inside her grow thicker and fuller, and was immediately alarmed, thinking he had begun to use his sexual techniques. Therefore, she didn't hesitate to unleash her own seductive arts.
"Good young master... amazing... so comfortable... I'm going to die!"
Soft moans and groans escaped her lips, her jade buttocks rising and twisting more rapidly, her gripping, sucking, and writhing more intense. Ding Shou was delighted to enjoy this wonderful sensation. Most of the women he had been with were from respectable families. Ruizhu's bedroom skills were exceptional, but only those of a brothel, inferior to Du Yunniang's seductive arts. Qianniang possessed a naturally beautiful body, but lacked this wild and exotic charm. Seeing her so frenzied, he was happy to lie still and enjoy it.
Du Yunniang secretly increased her Yin Gong to thirty percent. Seeing Ding Shou's unmoved, smiling enjoyment, she gradually increased her power. Whether he was truly oblivious or not, he not only didn't stop her but also let his hands roam over her body. So, she bit her lip lightly, her heart hardening, and immediately raised her power to ten percent, wildly twisting and sucking…
Ding Shou felt her jade buttocks twisting and turning more and more forcefully, and the pulsating force of her flower core growing stronger and stronger. The pleasure in his body became more and more intense, and his Heavenly Demon True Qi circulated faster and faster, seemingly on the verge of breaking through three levels. Therefore, he excitedly laughed repeatedly, “Good…you…good…don’t stop, the faster the better…”
The nine-tailed fox demon was startled upon hearing this, but immediately unleashed her full power without restraint, like a small boat violently tossed and turned in a raging storm, with increasingly intense moans filling the air
… Ding Shou glanced at their groin from time to time, seeing his thick, hard penis being repeatedly swallowed and revealed by Du Yunniang's thrusting. The sight stimulated him, and he began to thrust his hips high in response, each time penetrating to the hilt, causing Du Yunniang to moan incessantly.
He used Yin Gong to absorb the other's essence, waiting for their ejaculation before absorbing it all. However, the worst scenario was when the other's skill, willpower, or sexual prowess surpassed his own. If the man ejaculated first, all the yang energy would go to the woman; if the woman ejaculated first, all the yin energy would go to the man.
The Heavenly Demon Bliss Great Art was a combination of Taoist sexual techniques and Tantric meditation techniques. Ding Shou's Heavenly Essence Demon Path was created by Zhu Yunwen during his fifty years of meditation on Yin Mountain, making it the nemesis of all other methods of sexual cultivation.
Du Yunniang had been practicing for over half an hour, yet she still hadn't managed to draw out Ding Shou's primordial yang. A wave of intense pleasure washed over her, her vaginal muscles trembling. Startled, she quickly stopped, calming herself to prevent the leakage of her primordial yin.
Ding Shou, however, chuckled lewdly, "Since you're tired, I'll take over."
Before she could reply, her body was suddenly lifted into the air, their positions reversed, and she was lying supine on the ground. Ding Shou thrust wildly, each time penetrating to the very root of her flower, deeply penetrating her core. Each time he reached the core, he didn't immediately withdraw, but instead ground against it before thrusting again.
Du Yunniang knew it was too late to stop and regulate her breathing to stabilize her Yin Gate, so she could only gather all her Yin energy and wait for the oppressive force to wear her down, twisting and sucking, hoping to draw out Ding Shou's original Yang
energy first. However, in no time, his thick, long penis, as swift as a war drum, repeatedly thrust deep into her flower core, causing a tingling sensation to gradually rise, and the Yin energy she had gathered was gradually dissipated by the force of the thrusting, making it difficult to calm and hold on.
Since cultivating her seductive fox charm technique and absorbing the vital energy of countless men, the nine-tailed fox demon had never yet released her primordial yin. Now, under his frenzied thrusting and the wisps of heat emanating from his glans and urethral opening, her entire body was limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps, and bursts of soft moans and groans filled the air…
“Young master… harder… no… it’s coming…”
Suddenly, Du Yunniang’s head shook violently, her hands flailing wildly, her waist arching, her jade buttocks twisting and swaying wildly like a millstone, and a torrent of yin essence gushed out.
Startled by her frenzied state after her climax, Ding Shou abruptly stopped thrusting. He felt the gushing fluid from her body, which made his massive member feel incredibly comfortable. Unable to resist the fading pleasure and the sense of loss, he thrust again rapidly. Before her orgasm had even subsided, she was once again aroused to an unbearable frenzy, uncontrollably moaning and crying out, oblivious to her surroundings!
After thrusting for nearly half an hour, Ding Shou felt a trembling in his heart and unconsciously began to thrust even more fiercely, each time to the very root of his penis. Then, a surge of urination came, and his hot, primordial yang gushed out.
Having already climaxed four times, Du Yunniang, delirious and trembling, was suddenly struck by a scalding spurt of hot semen deep into her sensitive spot. The heat caused her to tremble violently, her beautiful eyes widening, her limbs twisting and turning like an octopus as she gripped his body tightly. Finally, another stream of essence gushed out…
Ding Shou stood up, his arms tightly around Du Yunniang's slender waist, his hands supporting her full buttocks. The nine-tailed fox demon, drenched in sweat, her body trembling slightly from the afterglow of pleasure, hung limply on his body, dazed and enjoying the ecstasy of her recent release, savoring the intense and wonderful sensation she had never experienced before.
Ding Shou whispered in her ear, “Who is Du Pianpian to you?” He had felt a sense of familiarity when he first saw Du Yunniang, and only now, during their union, did he recall that the jade fox he had once had a fleeting affair with bore a striking resemblance to her.
At this moment, the nine-tailed fox, having already ejaculated five times, was in a trance-like state, completely entranced. Hearing this, she didn't hesitate and blurted out, "Pianpian is my daughter."
Startled, Ding Shou threw her onto the table. Du Pianpian was already twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, while this woman looked over thirty. He had initially thought they were sisters, but it turned out they were mother and daughter. Could it be that he had just slept with an old woman old enough to be his mother?
The cold wooden table jolted Du Yunniang, who had been lost in thought, back to reality. Seeing Ding Shou staring at her in astonishment, her years of experience revealed his true intentions. Tears welled in her eyes as she said, "Young Master, I went astray when I entered the martial world, and for decades my reputation has been ruined. Only now do I realize how wonderful it is to be a woman, and that all my past years have been wasted. If you don't mind my age and ugliness, I am willing to serve you as your servant. I only ask… I only ask that you have the time to show me mercy."
Seeing Du Yunniang's tearful face, Ding Shou thought to himself, "So what if she's older? As long as she makes me comfortable, why bother with all this? Besides…" Ding Shou secretly circulated his inner energy and was pleasantly surprised to find that his Heavenly Demon True Qi had reached the fourth level. He had unknowingly accomplished what he hadn't even achieved by absorbing the virgin essence of a phoenix from Mount Hua for twenty years, leaving him utterly perplexed.
"Get up, I'll take you." Ding Shou was in a great mood. He had taken in a maid with superb bedroom skills, and most importantly, they could be mother and daughter in the future!
Hearing this, Du Yunniang stopped crying and smiled. She knelt on the ground naked and bowed, "This servant Du Yunniang greets Master."
Her snow-white breasts swayed with her bow, making Ding Shou's mouth dry and his eyes hot. He was about to pull her up and have another round when he suddenly heard a snoring sound from the side. He thought to himself, "Oh no, I forgot there's someone else here."

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