Chronicles of the Nine Provinces

In the beginning of time, the ancient god Pangu separated chaos into two energies: the clear energy became heaven, and the turbid energy became earth, forming a world called the Nine Provinces. After Pangu separated heaven and earth and created the Nine Provinces, many ancient gods disappeared without a trace. Millions of years later, within the Nine Provinces stood the Great Zhou Dynasty, spanning vast territories and encompassing millions of people. The Great Zhou Dynasty was ruled by the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven, who acted on behalf of Heaven. The Great Zhou Emperor enfeoffed seventeen vassal states, each vassal establishing a kingdom and being called a Great King. Vassal lords also enfeoffed their relatives as Grand Masters, whose fiefs were hereditary. The sons of Grand Masters and those who studied and cultivated were called Scholars.
The Great Zhou possessed cultivation methods; those who practiced them could acquire extraordinary abilities and skills, and those who reached the highest level could even attain immortality and become one with heaven and earth. The capital of the Great Zhou was Haojing. Phoenix Academy, located in Haojing, was the foremost academy in the Great Zhou Dynasty for teaching cultivation methods. There are two ways to transmit cultivation methods. One is through academies in various regions, which are controlled by the emperor and feudal lords. Students who succeed in their studies can enter the Great Zhou Dynasty to serve as officials. The other is through master-disciple transmission, where cultivators encounter destined individuals who impart their Daoist teachings. Master-disciple transmission is mostly practiced by independent cultivators. Inside the Phoenix Academy, a dozen or so people are sitting on the ground. An elderly man with white hair and a Daoist robe sits at the head of the table. This elderly man is the teacher of the Phoenix Academy, known as Master Chen. The dozen or so people below him are students of the Phoenix Academy. "What is the Heavenly Dao?" Master Chen asked his disciples, holding a bamboo scroll. "The operation of heaven and earth and all things has its own principles, complementing each other, cycling endlessly. The primordial chaos of heaven and earth is the Heavenly Dao, as is the existence of a single flower or bud," a beautiful young woman with long hair and dressed in white stood up and answered. This young woman is named Qingyue. At the age of 19, she has already reached the Harmony Realm in cultivation and studies Daoist methods at the Phoenix Academy. She is the most promising disciple of the Phoenix Academy. In the cultivation path of the Nine Provinces, ordinary people begin with martial arts, tempering their muscles and bones, and expanding their meridians. Martial arts are divided into three ranks: Rank 1 is the highest, and Rank 3 is the lowest. Only by cultivating martial arts to Rank 1 can one draw upon the Qi of Heaven and Earth to cultivate Daoist techniques. The spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth is immense; if one rashly draws upon it without cultivating their body and meridians, they will explode and die. After drawing upon the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, one reaches the Foundation Establishment stage. At the Foundation Establishment stage, one can utilize the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth, but ultimately cannot retain it. After Foundation Establishment comes the Spiritual Void stage. Those at the Spiritual Void stage can absorb the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth and transform it into magical power, but they cannot absorb it completely, and their magical power is insufficient to withstand the might of Heaven. After Spiritual Void comes the Harmony stage. Those at the Harmony stage merge with the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth and can completely absorb it and transform it into magical power. After the union of elements, one reaches the Golden Core realm. Those who reach the Golden Core realm possess a unified and self-contained magical power, condensed like a golden elixir, hence the name. After reaching the Golden Core, there's no need to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth; the magical power flows back automatically, and without deliberate cultivation, it steadily increases. However, if one cannot break through after reaching the Golden Core, sooner or later the body will no longer be able to withstand the ever-increasing magical power, causing the meridians to burst and death
. After the Golden Core realm comes the Void Realm. Those who reach the Void Realm clearly see their true nature, forget external things, and become a part of the Heavenly Dao. They no longer need to convert their magical power and can directly use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Upon entering the Void Realm, one is called an immortal, but countless Golden Core cultivators never achieve enlightenment and enter the Void Realm. After the Void Realm comes the Nascent Soul realm. Those who reach the Nascent Soul realm consider the Heavenly Dao as one world, and their body as another, establishing a cycle between themselves and the Heavenly Dao. Only people from ancient legendary times and the mythical beasts that have survived from ancient legendary times to the present day have reached this realm. Beyond the Nascent Soul stage lies the Mahayana realm. Those who attain the Mahayana realm understand the Dao of Heaven and Earth, using every flower and leaf, the primordial chaos itself, and transforming the mundane into the extraordinary. Only beings from the beginning of time and the legendary Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors have reached this realm. Above the Mahayana lies the realm of ancient gods, the exact nature of which remains unknown, even to beings who existed since the beginning of time. Master Chen stroked his beard and smiled, then asked, "What is the Mandate of Heaven?" "The Mandate of Heaven is that humans experience birth, aging, sickness, and death; Heaven and Earth go through cycles of creation, decay, and emptiness; flowers bloom and fade in accordance with spring, autumn, winter, and summer; and the choices of living beings to accept the influence of the surrounding world and their own seven emotions and six desires are the Mandate of Heaven." A young woman dressed in a black robe, exuding a scholarly air, stood up.
The girl's name was Jiang Lingyu, and she was 18 years old. She stood with her eyes closed, outside the group of people seated below. It wasn't that she was antisocial; rather, she was a disciple of the Xuanmen sect. In fact, Xuanmen disciples were rare, and Jiang Lingyu was the only one at Phoenix Academy. Xuanmen disciples were said to possess divine mandate, knowing the past, present, and future—those called Xuan Masters. While Xuan Masters couldn't move mountains and fill seas in an instant like cultivators, those who reached the highest level could rewrite destiny, altering the fate of all living beings. Jiang Lingyu's ancestor, Taigong Wang, was a Grand Xuan Master with this ability. If nothing unexpected happened, Jiang Lingyu would become the Grand Preceptor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, in charge of sacrifices and the head of all officials. After hearing Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu's answers, Master Chen clapped his hands and laughed, repeatedly saying, "Good, good, good." He put down the bamboo scroll and said to Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu, "You two are so young yet have already reached such a level; you are truly gifted. The Phoenix Academy can no longer teach you anything. If you wish to improve further, you must rely on yourselves. How about we go out and experience some trials to temper our minds?" "Yes, Master," Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu replied, bowing to Master Chen with their hands clasped. After the Master gave them some instructions for their trials, the two accepted and left. Once outside the Phoenix Academy, Qingyue stretched lazily, completely losing the aloof and beautiful demeanor she had displayed within the academy. Qingyue smiled and took Jiang Lingyu's hand, saying, "Lingyu, we're finally going out for training! It's so refreshing not having to listen to those old fogies lecturing us at the academy and putting on airs." Jiang Lingyu let Qingyue hold her hand, gently stroking her lips with a smile, and said, "If you don't like it, sister, you should apply to the teachers for permission to go out for training sooner." Jiang Lingyu's expression was just as gentle as it had been at the academy. "I was just waiting for you to come with me." The two chatted and laughed as they returned to Jiang Lingyu's house. Qingyue was a distant relative of Jiang Lingyu, so she was staying at her house. In a port in Haojing City, a giant gilded ship was moored on the river. The ship was tens of feet high and nearly a hundred feet long, casting a huge shadow like a mountain peak. A bustling crowd thronged below, going up and down. Qingyue, sword in hand, and Jiang Lingyu, bundle in hand, packed some miscellaneous items at home before embarking on the Flowing Cloud Flying Boat, as instructed by Master Chen, to travel to the vast, desolate lands of the southwest of the Great Zhou Dynasty for training. "What a huge ship! I've never seen anything like it before, even while cultivating at Phoenix Academy. This Flowing Cloud Flying Boat is enormous! Even if it were made of wood, I couldn't split it in two with a single, powerful blow!" Qingyue exclaimed, gazing up at the mountain-like vessel. Jiang Lingyu chuckled. "Didn't you hear Master Chen say at the academy, sister? Cultivation is about cultivating the mind; a heart that embraces the world can achieve the Great Dao. Pursuing only power is a misguided path." "I was just using an analogy, don't take it so seriously. If you're always so narrow-minded, you'll become like those old fogies at the academy sooner or later."
"If I become an old fogie, then you'll be older than me, sister," Jiang Lingyu said with a playful laugh. Qingyue laughed and said, "How could you get old? When you become a Great Mystic Master, you'll have the power to defy fate and stay young forever—it'll be a piece of cake. Even this Flowing Cloud Flying Boat will be reduced to ashes if you rewrite the destiny of heaven and earth." Jiang Lingyu playfully hit Qingyue, "I'm far from that level. Besides, am I that bad?" "Alright, alright, my Lingyu is gentle and kind-hearted." The two girls laughed and joked. "Sister Qingyue, Sister Lingyu." Just as Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu were about to board the boat, a series of silvery voices rang out behind them. Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu turned around and saw a little girl, about fourteen years old, with delicate features and a pure face, skipping and hopping towards them. "Princess, what brings you here?" Both girls were startled. This girl was Ji Zhou'er, the youngest daughter of the current emperor. Ji Zhou'er was at an age where she loved to play and frolic, but no one in the palace played with her. One day, Ji Zhou'er sneaked out of the palace and met Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu. The three got along very well, and since they were all of noble birth, they addressed each other as sisters. To Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu's surprise, wasn't Ji Zhou'er supposed to be confined to the palace by the Emperor? How did she get out? "You sneaked out again? Aren't you afraid your father will catch you and spank you?" Jiang Lingyu pretended to scare Ji Zhou'er.
"Don't be afraid, my father has gone on a tour of the vassal states and isn't in the palace. Sister Lingyu, I heard you're going to the vast, desolate southwest to play, take me with you!" Ji Zhou'er blinked her bright eyes, completely unafraid of Jiang Lingyu's threats. "Going to play?" Jiang Lingyu was both amused and exasperated. This little girl was so playful; going to the dangerous, desolate place for training was supposedly just for fun. "Take her with you, otherwise she'll definitely pester us and won't let us leave," Qingyue said to Jiang Lingyu, then added with a glint in her eye, "Anyway, our first stop is Peacock City, and it's not dangerous there." The implication was that once they arrived in Peacock City, they would leave Ji Zhou'er there to play. Hearing Qingyue's advice, Jiang Lingyu, who had originally wanted to persuade Ji Zhou'er to go back, gave a wry smile, knowing she couldn't dissuade her. Furthermore, the divination before departure indicated no ominous signs for the trip, so she ultimately decided to take Ji Zhou'er with her. Qingyue and her companions boarded the ship. Looking down at the ground, they could see the houses of Haojing City, row upon row, each appearing as small as a matchbox. Pedestrians strolled slowly, shoulder to shoulder. Seeing the bustling city of Haojing for the first time, Ji Zhou'er excitedly shouted. Meanwhile, in a luxuriously furnished cabin, a slightly plump man in his thirties or forties sat on a stool, with a dozen soldiers standing behind him. This man was Ma Yuanzhong, the commander of the ship's mechanics and guards. On the table before him were fine wines and delicacies, and he held a beautiful woman by the arm, drinking and making merry. Ma Yuanzhong managed thousands of mechanics and soldiers on this flying boat, a hereditary military position. He spent his days either traveling to various places on this flying boat or waiting for the spirit stones supplied by the vessel. The Flowing Cloud Flying Boat traversed perilous lands, yet Ma Yuanzhong lived a leisurely life, indulging in daily pleasures. His former martial arts training had concealed his once-muscular physique with a layer of white, plump fat. As Ma Yuanzhong embraced his beautiful concubine, about to drink, a soldier trotted in and whispered in his ear, "Commander, distinguished guests have boarded." Upon hearing the report, Ma Yuanzhong quickly put down his glass wine cup, released his concubine, stood up, straightened his military robes and hat, and said to the dozen or so soldiers behind him, "Let's go." Ma Yuanzhong knew that two cultivators from Phoenix Academy were about to embark on a journey aboard his Flowing Cloud Flying Boat. He knew that the teachers and scholars of Phoenix Academy treated them with the utmost respect, and naturally, he dared not neglect their disciples. Ma Yuanzhong jogged quickly and arrived at the platform, where he saw two young women standing side by side. One was dressed in flowing white, tall and beautiful, with long, cascading hair, a face like jade, and eyes like cold stars in the night sky. She carried a slender sword in one hand, exuding an aura of unapproachability. She was like a snow lotus, aloof yet beautiful, standing gracefully. The other young woman was slightly shorter, her eyes slightly closed, her expression gentle. Her long, dark hair was styled in a bun, and she wore a black dress and gauze skirt, standing gracefully like a lotus emerging from water. The girl in black seemed to sense Ma Yuanzhong's arrival, giving him a slight nod and a gentle smile. In that instant, Ma Yuanzhong felt as if spring had arrived, a feeling of warmth and closeness washing over him. These two young women, one like a snow lotus on an iceberg, the other like a lotus emerging from water, one like ice, the other like spring water—their temperaments were different, yet both shared a sense of otherworldly beauty. Their unique气质 (qi zhi, a combination of temperament, bearing, and aura) stood out from the crowd, attracting everyone's attention. Ma Yuanzhong was now certain that these two young women were disciples of the Phoenix Academy who had gone out for training. Only those who had cultivated their Dao to a high level could possess such an aura. Ma Yuanzhong walked up to the two young women, not daring to look at them any longer, and bowed deeply, saying, "Your subject, Ma Yuanzhong, has come to welcome the two fairies of the Phoenix Academy. However, due to the Emperor's orders to guard this Flowing Cloud Flying Boat, I dare not disembark and have failed to greet you properly. I hope you will forgive me." "Rise, we are not mortals, there is no need for such formalities," Qingyue said calmly, looking at Ma Yuanzhong. "Thank you, Fairy." Ma Yuanzhong raised his head after receiving permission, when suddenly he saw a small head peek out from behind the girl in black. A little girl with pigtails, bangs, wearing bright yellow clothes, barely reaching the shoulder of the girl in black, with a pair of bright, intelligent eyes blinking, looked at Ma Yuanzhong with a pure, giggling smile.
Ma Yuanzhong was stunned. Where had he seen this little girl before? Suddenly, he remembered. Wasn't this little girl the Emperor's youngest daughter, Princess Ji Zhou'er? What was she doing here? "My lord..." Ma Yuanzhong hadn't even opened his mouth when he suddenly shivered and swallowed his words. A sharp sword, gleaming with cold light, was pressed against Ma Yuanzhong's neck. "Commander Ma, didn't you say you didn't see anyone?" Qingyue's sword flashed like a streak of light, then she chuckled as she held the long sword to Ma Yuanzhong's neck. "Yes, yes, I didn't see anyone." Ma Yuanzhong decided not to concern himself with whether Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu had taken the little princess out without permission. "And you, did you see anything?" Ma Yuanzhong turned and shouted to the soldiers behind him. "Nothing." A dozen soldiers responded in unison, understanding the implication. Although they didn't recognize Ji Zhou'er, since their commander wasn't interfering, there was no need for them to cause trouble. After all, if any problems arose, the emperor would hold the commander accountable. "I've prepared a private room for the two fairies. Would you like to rest there?" Ma Yuanzhong asked again. "No need, we can just watch the process from here on the platform." "Yes." The two fairies decided to stay on the platform, and Ma Yuanzhong, without saying anything more, bowed and agreed before returning. A while after Ma Yuanzhong returned, the Flowing Cloud Flying Boat trembled, and its massive hull slowly lifted off the water, soaring into the sky like a giant mountain. Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu marveled at the slowly shrinking ground, while Ji Zhou'er excitedly climbed up and down, but Jiang Lingyu held her back, worried she might fall. This Flowing Cloud Flying Boat was built with the combined efforts of countless skilled craftsmen and extraordinary individuals of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Weighing tens of millions of kilograms, it could fly tens of thousands of miles into the sky powered by spirit stones and formations. The Flowing Cloud Flying Boat flew higher and higher, faster and faster, and soon the ground seemed to slowly shift like a landscape painting. On the platform, the wind howled, making people's hair disheveled, and wisps of ethereal clouds drifted by. Ji Zhou'er couldn't resist trying to grab the cotton candy-like clouds, but they always scattered as soon as she tried. The Flowing Cloud Flying Boat gradually flew above the clouds, the ground already blurred. The Flowing Cloud Flying Boat no longer accelerated, but traveled at a constant speed. The sky above became like an ice cellar, and a layer of white frost covered the boat. The high altitude was frigid, and ordinary people dared not board the boat, but martial arts cultivators were not afraid of the cold. Many martial arts cultivators stood on the deck watching the various wonders of the sea of clouds below. Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu watched the ever-changing sea of clouds below, sometimes like a river, sometimes like a galloping horse, sometimes like a swimming fish, constantly changing, finding it very interesting. Although Jiang Lingyu's eyes were closed, this was a unique cultivation method of Xuan Masters, seeing the world with their inner eye, they could also feel the ever-changing flowing clouds. Although Ji Zhou'er hadn't cultivated, her bright yellow clothes were a treasure, protecting her from both the cold and heat. She happily bounced around on the deck, pointing out the clouds that interested her to Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu. At this moment, Ma Yuanzhong, having finished his chores on the ship, also came out. He wasn't looking at the flowing clouds below the ship; he was already used to them. Rather, it was because Qingyue and Jiang Lingyu were so beautiful that the lustful Ma Yuanzhong couldn't resist taking a few more glances. Ma Yuanzhong went to the deck, greeted Qingyue and the others, and stood behind Qingyue under the guise of serving her. Ma Yuanzhong's eyes kept stealing glances at Qingyue's waist-length hair and graceful figure. Unconsciously, his blood rushed to his head, and his groin was already painfully hard. Watching the three women chatting and laughing, Ma Yuanzhong fantasized about them pleasuring his hard penis with their mouths, imagining them begging for mercy as he fucked them. Ma Yuanzhong kept fantasizing, feeling an unbearable urge to explode in his groin, and couldn't help but frown.
Finally, Ma Yuanzhong couldn't take it anymore. Even if he were killed by such a beautiful fairy, it would be a romantic death: "To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is still romantic." Ma Yuanzhong boldly and secretly touched Qingyue's outer thigh. Qingyue was watching Jiang Lingyu and Ji Zhou'er chatting and laughing when she suddenly felt a large hand touching her outer thigh. Qingyue almost cried out, but she dared not make a sound for fear that Jiang Lingyu and Ji Zhou'er would hear. At first, Qingyue thought the large hand had accidentally touched her, but the hand became more and more audacious, moving from her outer thigh to her waist, and then along her waist to her pert buttocks. Ma Yuanzhong mustered his courage and touched Qingyue's thigh, finding that this seemingly aloof fairy did not react, so he became even bolder. Following her firm thigh, he touched her slender waist, which seemed to sway gently like a willow branch. Then Ma Yuanzhong stroked Qingyue's round, firm buttocks, which felt firm yet fleshy. Having seen countless women, Ma Yuanzhong sensed from the touch of Qingyue's waist and buttocks that beneath the white dress lay a exquisitely beautiful body. Qingyue felt a surge of disgust at the large hand touching her body, but fearing that a sound would be heard and mocked by Jiang Lingyu, she could only suppress her urge to stop. However, the large hand behind her became increasingly brazen, causing Qingyue's face to flush red. "Hey, Sister Qingyue, why is your face so red?" Ji Zhou'er noticed Qingyue's flushed cheeks and asked in confusion. Qingyue's body conveniently blocked the hand touching her, so Ji Zhou'er didn't see anything. "Nothing, maybe it's just too hot," Qingyue quickly tried to cover up. The large hand stroking Qingyue's buttocks didn't stop, occasionally gently pinching the flesh, making Qingyue shiver. Jiang Lingyu, of course, noticed the large hand touching Qingyue, but she thought to herself, "Qingyue has this kind of hobby? I didn't know that before. I'd better pretend I didn't see it and not say anything, otherwise it would be too embarrassing." So Jiang Lingyu continued discussing the clouds below with Ji Zhou'er. Qingyue finally couldn't hold back anymore and reached behind her to slap the large hand, but the hand behind her didn't have much strength and could only slightly slow down Ma Yuanzhong's large hand's progress. She still couldn't avoid being touched. Ma Yuanzhong saw Qingyue slapping his large hand behind her back and revealed a lewd smile. He knew he had it in the bag; this woman was at his mercy.
Ma Yuanzhong reached out and grabbed Qingyue's small hands that were slapping him, kneading them. The soft, boneless hands struggled frantically. His other hand was on Qingyue's inner thigh through her skirt. If being touched on the waist and hips by Ma Yuanzhong disgusted Qingyue, then the way he grabbed her hand and slipped it between her legs to caress her soft inner thighs filled her with shame and fear. The kneading of Ma Yuanzhong's hand inside her thighs made Qingyue tremble all over. The oppressive feeling of Ma Yuanzhong's tight grip on her hands behind her back made her feel completely controlled. Should she stop him? Qingyue wondered, but stopping him would surely lead to Ji Zhou'er and Jiang Lingyu finding out, which would be incredibly embarrassing. The soft, yielding sensation of Qingyue's inner thighs excited Ma Yuanzhong, and grabbing her hand gave him a strong sense of conquest. Ma Yuanzhong desperately wanted to mount her, pin her down, and make her aloof face weep beneath him, but he dared not do so now. As Ma Yuanzhong caressed her, Qingyue gradually felt her legs weaken, involuntarily wanting to clench them together. A sense of powerlessness, born of shame and fear, made her feel unable to stop Ma Yuanzhong's large hands. Ma Yuanzhong's hand moved upwards, touching her soft vulva. Qingyue's eyes widened, almost screaming, but she swallowed the sound back. Ma Yuanzhong's hand slowly rubbed against her vulva, sending waves of electric shocks from her lower body to her brain. Qingyue felt as if all her strength had left her, wanting to collapse limply onto Ma Yuanzhong. No, she absolutely couldn't fall. What would happen if Jiang Lingyu and Ji Zhou'er saw this shameful thing? Qingyue struggled to grip the railing of the armor with one hand to keep from falling, her whole body trembling as she clenched her legs together. But clenching her legs made Ma Yuanzhong's hand feel as if it were surrounded by soft flesh. Ma Yuanzhong chuckled and increased the pressure of rubbing the petals. Qingyue, now blushing with shame, wanted to resist but was afraid of being discovered by Jiang Lingyu and Ji Zhou'er. She tried to hold back tears of grievance, but a few drops had already leaked from her eyes. Ma Yuanzhong's forceful rubbing made Qingyue almost lose her balance, as if Ma Yuanzhong was about to lift her up from her vulva with one hand. The sudden increase in pressure intensified the electric sensation in Qingyue's lower body, even bringing a slight, intoxicating pleasure. She also felt a slight itching sensation in her lower body, and could even feel fluid flowing from her vulva. This sensation made Qingyue's breathing heavy, and she wanted to moan, but the shame of being discovered made her try her best to hold back. This painful and humiliating feeling made Qingyue's expression contort. Ma Yuanzhong felt Qingyue's clothes become wet through her soft area, and slowly a large wet patch began to stain his hand.
Ma Yuanzhong knew Qingyue was aroused and was overjoyed. Taking advantage of Qingyue's inattention, he lightly kissed her icy white neck. Startled by the stolen kiss, Qingyue angrily lowered her head, not daring to look back. Because Qingyue was afraid Jiang Lingyu would discover her, she couldn't resist Ma Yuanzhong's caresses and could only humiliatingly endure his touch until her lower body was covered in fluid, almost completely soaking her skirt. After about an hour, Ma Yuanzhong finally withdrew his hand, secretly wiping the fluid from his hands with his sleeve. Then, he cupped his hands to the three women and said, "Fairy, we're almost at Peacock City. I need to go back and direct the landing preparations." Finally freed, Qingyue panicked, wanting only to get rid of Ma Yuanzhong as quickly as possible, and could only say, "Alright, you can go now. Just land quickly." Jiang Lingyu secretly smiled, thinking that Qingyue indeed had this strange hobby; otherwise, why didn't she resist?
[The End]

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