Zhou Zhiruo's feelings

A cold iron band was slammed around her wrist, the chains clanging against the rings. She was pulled back up, then icy water was splashed in her face. A shiver ran through her, and Miejue snapped back to reality, anger and humiliation returning to her heart. At fifty-four, she had never experienced such a dark moment.
Lu Zhangke stood smiling before her. The room was hot; Apuwang and Suolin took turns pumping the bellows, the flames leaping high.
"Master, I advise you to be obedient," came Hebi Weng's hoarse voice from behind.
He was the only one who hadn't participated in the gang rape.
"What secret does the Heaven-Slaying Sword hold? Tell us and you won't suffer like this, will you?"
"Pah!" Miejue spat, looking at the black iron ring on her middle finger. "Emei Ancestor, please bless the Emei Sect so it can survive this calamity!" she prayed.
"You old codger, are you craving men again?" Apuwang approached, his naked body appearing exaggerated in the firelight. Miejue's eyes blazed with fire.
Apuwang circled behind her and grabbed her waist. Although Miejue was fifty-four, her skin wasn't as loose as other middle-aged women's due to years of martial arts training and superb internal strength. Her muscles were still firm, and her body, untouched by sexual intercourse, retained a girlish sensitivity. Unfortunately, she had almost no breasts; her chest was flat. However, her buttocks were very elastic, and the feeling of being violated from behind was wonderful.
Apuwang thrust into her without mercy. Miejue shuddered in pain and immediately gritted her teeth.
"This old codger is alright, but aren't those girls from the Emei Sect even more tender?" Lu Zhangke chuckled, reaching out to stroke Miejue's bald head.
Miejue's cold sweat dripped onto the cold stone surface, along with blood flowing down her thighs.
Zhao Min tilted her head, scrutinizing Zhou Zhiruo from head to toe.
She was delicate and graceful, with snow-white skin, a strikingly beautiful face, a slender and elegant figure, and long, shapely limbs. She was impeccably dressed, wearing a light green blouse perfectly tailored—tight where it should be, accentuating her full breasts and slender waist, and loose where it should be, highlighting her long, beautiful legs. The hem and cuffs of the blouse had extended trains, flowing gracefully. Although the fabric wasn't particularly fine, it was already perfect.
Her hairstyle was also exquisite; seemingly casually styled into a bun on top of her head, it was enough to showcase her graceful neck. Her eyebrows were arched, clearly groomed, and her eyelashes were long and curled upwards. Her delicate red lips trembled slightly. She was truly pure and innocent, a sight to behold.
No wonder Zhang Wuji was so infatuated with her, even willing to be wounded by her! Zhao Min, who had originally wanted to thoroughly humiliate Zhou Zhiruo, now wanted it even more, because she felt threatened—a very serious threat.
"Sister Zhou, your martial arts must be incredibly high. Even the leader of the Ming Cult was defeated by you. I've truly admired you for a long time. Master Ku is our best warrior, so please be careful, sister."
Zhou Zhiruo didn't take the sword, coldly replying, "Barbarian barbarians, trying to use such methods to spy on Chinese martial arts? I refuse." She remained refined and gentle, but her meaning was unambiguous.
Zhao Min saw the stubbornness beneath the gentleness in those bright, clear eyes, along with a hint of coldness. Of course, Zhao Min also caught a trace of panic and fear. Zhao Min smiled smugly. This was a remarkable woman, but she was still a woman, vulnerable in the face of danger.
The snow scene at Wan'an Temple was a unique sight in Dadu, along with the sound of its bells. Damn it, what's so unique about it? I'm not good at riding horses, and the jolting left my backside aching, preventing me from appreciating the vast, silvery-white expanse of the fields and the serene depths of the Zen temples. I've never been a fan of any of this anyway; lacking the literary talent, and with the cold weather, all I could do was complain to Ai Xiaonong. Why wasn't I comfortably staying at the inn? I even declined Jia Lu's lavish banquet to come here and enjoy the cool breeze? And I
wasn't dressed warmly enough; although I'm not afraid of heat or cold anymore, the wind in Dadu was indeed unbearable.
Ai Xiaonong was clearly in high spirits, brandishing his whip and pointing out the sights and sounds of Dadu, regardless of whether I was listening or not, recounting its sights and features. He was revisiting a familiar place; as a disciple of my late father-in-law, the renowned scholar An Puyuan, Ai Xiaonong had lived in Dadu for several years.
I was more concerned with the fact that I'd finally finished my official duties and delivered the Emperor's fiftieth birthday gifts; I should hurry home, and perhaps do some shopping in Dadu along the way—a thief wouldn't leave empty-handed.
Although I'm now the prefect of Lingling, my old profession is thief. I've got my eye on the pair of jade horses belonging to the Jia Lu family. They're not large, but priceless. They're said to be the Flying Horse of Gansu from the time of Emperor Wu of Han . I don't know much about them, but An Jia and his mother-in-law Xie Yisheng would definitely like them; there must be many other valuable items
in those grand mansions. Someone was moving swiftly across the open field at an astonishing speed. Although the distance was considerable, I spotted him.
Ignoring Ai Xiaonong's spittle-flecked chatter, I dismounted and gave chase. I was very curious, as I had never encountered such a skilled martial artist before. Excited by the prospect, I decided to test my skills against him; lightness of foot was also one of my strengths.
The Green-Winged Bat King, Wei Yixiao, didn't notice anyone following him, as such a thing had never happened before. The defenses at Wan'an Temple were very tight; even the monks were clearly highly skilled. Thinking of masters like Hebi Weng and Lu Zhangke, Wei Yixiao reminded himself not to be careless.
Despite feeling humiliated and experiencing excruciating pain, there was also an indescribable pleasure. Miejue felt utterly ashamed of the pleasure she felt while being raped, but her body was honest. Under the man's relentless humiliation, she gradually reached orgasm, her body convulsing uncontrollably, her desire to cry out uncontrollably uncontrollable.
Seeing Miejue's stubborn yet submissive complex expression and dazed eyes as she approached collapse, Lu Zhangke was pleased. "Just talk it out, and I'll let you go."
He reached out and stroked Miejue's lips. He had lost interest in possessing her body; instead, he felt a strong urge to completely subdue this proud, aloof, and self-important Emei sect leader.
He Biweng didn't find this amusing. He found the bloodied black hole in Miejue's open buttocks somewhat disgusting and left.
"The princess is in the torture chamber on the seventh floor. Please come over, Mr. He." He Biweng was just about to return to his residence for a good drink when he encountered Wu Liupo, who was searching for him everywhere. It seemed his wishful thinking had failed again.
He clearly felt someone fly over his head, but when he looked up, he saw nothing. He became alert; a master's intuition wouldn't lie. Two powerful experts had already arrived at Wan'an Temple.
This time, he saw a glimpse of a blue robe. Knowing he didn't possess such lightness skill, He quickly shouted a warning, "Assassins! Assassins!"
Zhao Min, seeing He Bi Weng's slightly panicked expression, was puzzled. "Mr. He, are there really assassins?"
"I saw them with my own eyes. Very powerful experts." Zhao Min's face suddenly flushed. Could it be him? Arrived so quickly?
Didn't he know it was dangerous in broad daylight? She couldn't help but worry about Zhang Wuji. Zhou Zhiruo's heart also raced. She thought of the same person: Had his injuries healed? Would he forgive her?
Wei Yixiao didn't linger; his purpose was to investigate the situation.
I didn't leave. Although the group of experts had been alerted and were searching everywhere, I remained pressed against the eaves of the eighth floor. This spot was perfect. The atmosphere in the torture chamber was tense, and the furnishings were quite terrifying, but two beautiful young women caught my eye.
I have this flaw; An Jia's assessment of me as insatiable lust is certainly true. I'm exceptionally lustful. Although I already have a wife and several concubines, when I see a beautiful woman who stirs my heart, I'll still stop at nothing to get my hands on her, just like I'll steal whatever I set my sights on. These two beauties fit my criteria; I had to find an opportunity to strike. I
rarely come to the Central Plains, where there are few beautiful women, not comparable to Hunan or Jiangnan, but these two are exceptions. I don't yet have a deep understanding of these experts; after all, the feeling of never having faced an opponent can easily lead to complacency.
Hearing his junior brother's warning, Lu Zhangke jumped from the ninth-floor window onto the eaves and saw Wei Yixiao's graceful figure. He was certain it was Wei Yixiao; the Ming Cult had arrived. Lu Zhangke was somewhat excited; Zhang Wuji was his strongest opponent yet.
"They're gone, it's Wei Yixiao." Lu Zhangke rushed to the torture chamber on the seventh floor.
"No, there's another one. Two people entered the temple." Zhao Min and Lu Zhangke simultaneously looked at the ceiling, knowing that the most dangerous place was the safest.
I was startled. Clearly, there were two exceptionally intelligent individuals; with such a search, they would have arrived here quickly.
Although I didn't know who they were, it was obvious that this beautiful and elegant young woman led a large and powerful force. Based on experience, I knew there were at least three top-tier masters in this torture chamber. My experience as a thief told me I had to run.
As I leaped towards the roof of the side hall a few feet away, I unfortunately encountered a fourth top-tier master.
He was a very tall and thin monk, but the palm strikes he unleashed were fierce and sharp. I wondered if I could defeat him.
I twisted my waist in mid-air to dodge the palm strike, my toes already touching the roof. The monk was astonished; such agile movement in mid-air was unheard of.
Having been bullied, I naturally retaliated, engaging in close combat. Of course, I couldn't use my broken-cloak hand to test my palm strength; the previous strike had already shown that this monk's palm power was greater than mine. But in close combat, the power of the Reverse Moon Cone came into play, and I was fast.
The dazzling fight left Zhao Min somewhat disappointed, because judging from the martial arts, it wasn't Zhang Wuji, and he was shorter than Zhang Wuji. Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng exchanged bewildered glances, both wondering, "Who is this? So powerful!"
The monk was Yin Yue, the abbot of Wan'an Temple, a mysterious master from the Western Regions. The Bitter Monk recognized Yin Yue's martial arts: the Formless Rotation of the Tibetan Secret Sect, combined with the Vajra Finger of the Western Regions Vajra Sect—a super master!
The opponent was clearly a young man, definitely not the legendary Zhang Wuji. Such fast martial arts were unprecedented; the moves were almost impossible to discern.
Yin Yue, caught in the middle of the situation, was utterly astonished. Who could execute so many moves in front of him? Even more terrifying was his complete disadvantage; his opponent was too fast to face head-on, his strength unpredictable, seemingly concentrated yet chaotic, changing in an instant. "
I lie, I lie again," he thought, finally finding an opening in his ribs.
Yin Yue had been waiting for this moment, his chance to win. His left palm's formless rotation could probably withstand any internal force; his right hand's Vajra Finger, though not particularly powerful, was his only means of victory.
He was resisting a peculiar swirling force, seemingly trying to neutralize his Reverse Moon Cone. The previous nine layers of force, the four types of power exertion, had been useless; this was a rare all-out attack.
The vortex dissipated under the tenth force, but its remaining power still restrained the eleventh. The sharp finger strike paused; Yin Yue was powerless to deliver a fatal blow.
The most unbelievable thing happened: at the moment of impact, a kaleidoscope-like force pierced through the defenses of the Formless Wheel, severely injuring my heart meridian.
I finally experienced the realm of the thirteenth force.
My body flew backward, trying my best to neutralize the enormous counterattack, but I still couldn't help but vomit blood. I saw someone chasing after me. If someone was as strong as this monk, I was probably doomed. For the first time, I felt fear and dared not linger.
Zhao Min regained consciousness, feeling a strong sense of dread. How could the Ming Cult have such a master?
Yin Yue collapsed, his mouthful of blood staining the snow on the roof. The Bitter Monk took his pulse; it was a very peculiar pulse, not caused by any martial arts technique he knew.
"You can't come in." Two monks and a warrior came out from the gatehouse. Ai Xiaonong had just tied up his horse.
"Why can't I come in? I am a lay friend of Abbot Huinian, and I have come from afar to pay my respects. Please inform him that Ai Xiaonong from Lingling has come to visit." Although it was strange, Ai Xiaonong was still very amiable.
"Ai Xiaonong of Lingling?" Zhao Min was taken aback. What was he doing here? This renowned scholar of the classics, a famous poet and writer from Jiangnan, why was he at Wan'an Temple at this time?
And why was he being greeted by a beautiful woman dressed as a man? Ai Xiaonong looked Zhao Min up and down, puzzled. Zhao Min was also surprised; such a famous person was actually a handsome and elegant scholar of twenty-five or twenty-six.
Feeling terrible, I collapsed onto the bed as soon as I got back to the inn, wanting to sleep. It seemed my injuries were quite severe; I needed to use my internal energy to heal.
There were sounds of fighting in our courtyard. Just as I felt a little better, I took a deep breath and went outside. Qu Chu and Miao Yan were fiercely fighting a handsome middle-aged scholar in white robes in the courtyard. All the Imperial Guards occupied the rooftops and walls.
Not bad, they are indeed well-trained. The scholar in white seemed to completely disregard us, his sleeves flowing gracefully, very elegant and free. His martial arts were indeed varied and skillful.
Miao Yan was mostly fine, but Qu Chu had nearly gotten into trouble several times; the red flames on that white robe were blinding.
"Stop fighting!" I stepped forward. "Why are you fighting?" I had to play innocent; even if he chased after us, I'd stubbornly deny it. I'd made up my mind.
Stop. The white-robed scholar stared at me, seemingly surprised. I wasn't afraid at all. Although I was injured, I figured with Miao Yan and Qu Chu, dealing with him wouldn't be a problem.
"I am Yang Xiao of the Ming Cult, here to pay my respects."
A commotion erupted; the Imperial Guards tensed up. I was a little confused. It seemed my knowledge was less than the soldiers'—how embarrassing.
"It's the Left Envoy of the Ming Cult, a renowned hero." Miao Yan quickly came over to remind me. I need to pay more attention to the affairs of wandering heroes in the future; I can't just focus on clearing land, building irrigation systems, training soldiers, and seducing women.
"Speak up!" Miao Yan pinched me.
I grinned, knowing a bit about the rules of the martial world, and clasped
my hands in greeting, "So you're Yang Xiao. I am the Inspector General of Xiang-Gui, Prefect of Lingling County, with the title of Jingnan and the rank of Fuwei General." There was another title I'd just received, which I couldn't recall—Inspector General of Xiang-Gui, with the title of Jingnan and the rank of Fuwei General—all newly bestowed upon me during my trip to the capital.
Right, he's a Scholar of the Academy of Literature. How ridiculous! I'm illiterate and yet I'm a scholar.
"Scholar of the Academy of Literature, I am Zhu Rang."
I noticed Miao Yan and Qu Chu looked embarrassed, wondering what I'd said wrong.
"The Ming Cult is a rebel group, specifically opposing the court." What's wrong with opposing? Didn't you always encourage me to rebel?
I glanced at Miao Yan, knowing I couldn't say that, but I'd developed a bit of a liking for Yang Xiao.
"What I said before doesn't count. I am Zhu Rang of Lingling."
Yang Xiao thought this medium-sized, slightly thin young man with thick eyebrows and small eyes seemed rather simple-minded, hard to reconcile with the image of the incredibly skilled fighter he'd just displayed at Wan'an Temple.
"I've heard so much about you," Yang Xiao said politely.
Heard so much?
"Am I that famous?"
Yang Xiao was a little embarrassed. "Young Master, you're still unknown, but after your outburst at Wan'an Temple, you'll soon be famous throughout the land."
He really knows how to talk; I chuckled.
"Is that so? What brings you here, Mr. Yang Xiao?"
"I only wish to know why you've come to Wan'an Temple, Young Master?"
He went straight to the point, leaving me speechless.
Cheng Kun carefully examined Yin Yue's injuries, his face showing worry.
Zhao Min was surprised, because Cheng Kun was never one to show his emotions.
"Sir, who is your opponent?" "
Twenty years ago, the Prince invited masters from the Nine Heavens to exterminate the Feathered Saber of Luoyang. I didn't expect that the Feathered Saber still has masters remaining."
The Nine Heavens, the Feathered Saber? Zhao Min was confused; she had only heard of the Beggars' Sect, the Ming Cult, and the Shaolin Temple while leading her heroes through the martial world.
"Besides the three masters from Nine Heavens, only I participated in that operation. The Feathered Blade has returned."
"Sir, is the Feathered Blade even more difficult to deal with than the Ming Cult?"
"The Helpless Heaven, the Ghostly Sorrow, Nine Heavens, and the Feathered Blade are the four most mysterious and powerful sects of our time. The Helpless Heaven is the Ming Cult, with the largest number of members and the most masters. Thirty years ago, all the heroes of the world gathered at the summit of Mount Hua, and Yang Dingtian's skills were unparalleled. Only the Ming Cult remained; the other three sects were nowhere to be found. Although Zhang Sanfeng is hailed as the best in the world, I'm afraid he doesn't live up to that title."
Zhao Min gasped.
"Princess, the Feathered Blade is probably here for me, not to join forces with the Ming Cult. I intend to lure away the Feathered Blade masters alone, so you can focus on dealing with the Ming Cult. Remember, Zhou Zhiruo is the best weapon to subdue Zhang Wuji."
Zhang Wuji's appearance caused a sensation; he was the most famous hero of the martial world, and even Miao Yan admired him.
He was about my age, tall, handsome, and beautiful like a girl. He was also very gentle, and didn't seem to know any martial arts, lacking any of the domineering air of someone who was the best in the world.
Miao Yan told me that Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill, Qiankun Great Shift, Tai Chi, and swordsmanship were unparalleled. I was a little unconvinced; I hadn't met my match either, and I was also unparalleled. However, he had kindly treated my illness, so I couldn't very well fight him once I recovered.
"Mr. Yang Xiao, do you know who the person who fought against Shaojun was? Although Shaojun's injury wasn't serious, it was very strange." Zhang Wuji's internal energy was very profound, and I felt a warm and comfortable sensation. "
I don't know, but judging from the style, it seemed to be a superior martial art from the Tibetan secret sect."
They didn't ask me, perhaps because they thought my words were incoherent and not very credible.
"If that's the case, it seems the enemy has many experts. I think I'll go and investigate the strength of Wan'an Temple tonight." I could only look at Zhang Wuji with new respect; besides being easygoing, he truly possessed remarkable courage.
Ai Xiaonong returned. Having heard that Zhang Wuji and Yang Xiao had been here, he thought for a moment, "The Ming Cult heroes must have come for Wan'an Temple."
"You're even better than Zhuge Liang! You guessed it right away!" I truly admired him, as did Qu Chu.
"So, Young Master, you're going to help, right?"
"You guessed that too?" Miao Yan laughed.
"What's so difficult about that? Wan'an Temple either has treasures or beautiful women."
I blushed.
"What exactly is in Wan'an Temple is still unclear. What's certain is that it holds great secrets, otherwise Zhang Wuji wouldn't have come here personally. Young Master, we must lend the Ming Cult a hand. In the future, when we raise
the banner 'll have the Ming Cult as a powerful ally." I couldn't understand why Ai Xiaonong was so fixated on rebellion.
The arrival of Jia Lu's steward, Zhang Yilan, disrupted our plans.
Jia Lu was a powerful figure of his time. It was said that he, in alliance with Prime Minister Tuotuo, suppressed the Mongol nobles, used beautiful women to bewitch the emperor, and gained his favor. In court, he and Tuotuo were undisputed. The fact that a Han Chinese had fallen to such a state was unparalleled in the Yuan Dynasty.
I don't understand why he favors me so much. Ai Xiaonong told me that Jia Lu is the enemy of the An family; it was he who framed my father-in-law and sent him to Lingling.
Perhaps he admires my military talent? I once led three thousand Lingling soldiers across the Li River in the dead of night, raided Guilin, and quelled a rebellion of the Yi people; I also defeated a coalition uprising in Wuling and Shaoyang with fewer troops. I doubt that, because there are plenty of experienced Mongol generals.
Whatever the reason, I don't like him, but I can't be too rude to my superior's hospitality.
Zhang Yilan is a rare master, and there are many such masters in the Jia household, most of whom I don't take seriously.
But Ou Pingye is someone I can't ignore. He is handsome and composed, with a gloomy gaze, and remains calm and collected. His status is clearly higher than Zhang Yilan's; even Jia Lu treats him with great courtesy.
I suspect he's always by Jia Lu's side; he keeps looking at me, making me very uncomfortable.
The song and dance were quite entertaining. Three beautiful women, dressed only in halter tops and shorts, twirled around a stunningly beautiful woman draped in a light veil, seemingly naked underneath. Since it was a private banquet, only Jia Lu, Ou Pingye, and I were in the flower hall.
The candlelight was bright, like daytime, and the swaying of snow-white arms and legs was alluring and seductive. The woman in the center, with her expressive eyes and partially concealed body, created a truly captivating scene.
However, I felt nothing. The women around me were all more beautiful than them; they weren't enough to arouse my lustful thoughts.
I had to feign a lecherous demeanor; my mother-in-law had instructed me to play the fool in Dadu, to conceal my true
intentions. Jia Lu and Ou Pingye were constantly watching my performance. Reassured, Jia Lu got to the point, "Young Master, what do you think of these beauties?"
My acting skills were decent; even my shyness at having my thoughts exposed was convincing.
Jia Lu laughed, "Young Master has a fairy-like wife, these common beauties are certainly not fit for a refined occasion; however, they can keep you company on your journey, relieving your loneliness, right? These four maids are for you, Young Master."
I was flattered, "Thank you for your kind words, Your Excellency.
I could never repay your kindness, even if I were to die." "I've long heard of your dashing and romantic nature, and it's certainly true. I wonder if Miss An will be jealous?" You
really do care about me.
"Your Excellency is unaware of my strict family rules. We can only consummate our marriage on the fifteenth of each month, which is incredibly frustrating. I can only philander, which would make you laugh. These four beauties can be kept as concubines, and no one will know."
Jia Lu laughed heartily, "A true hero understands romance. What are your thoughts on the affairs of the world, Young Master?"
"I, Zhu Rang, am but a military man, ignorant of worldly affairs. My official position was given to me by Your Excellency, and there are also…"
I glanced at the women; they must be Jia Lu's confidantes, otherwise he wouldn't have been so open about it.
"I know the Grand Secretary has been incredibly kind to me; my life belongs to the Grand Secretary. If the Grand Secretary goes east, I won't go west."
"Good, I want you to train 50,000 elite troops in Lingling. Military pay, equipment, and horses are all at your disposal."
What's going on?
"The world is about to change, and I hope you can stand alone for me in the south."
"The world is about to change?" "
The Ming Cult rebels are plotting a rebellion in Henan, Hubei, and Jiangxi. The Mongols have been complacent for too long and are not of great use; we must prepare ourselves early."
Judging from his tone, Jia Lu seems to have even more ambitious ideas.
"I'm afraid these four women are spies placed beside the young lord. Jia Lu couldn't possibly trust the young lord so much."
Ai Xiaonong always likes to think things through, but this time I'm not so impressed. Is this even necessary?
"The young lord should deal with them casually. We must leave Dadu as soon as possible and return to Lingling to deal with them."
This is also unnecessary.
"Have Miao Yan and Qu Chu returned?" They were sent to secretly assist Zhang Wuji.
"Not yet. Wan'an Temple might have already made their move."
Zhou Zhiruo could still recall the scene of her master grabbing her hand, that terrifying torture chamber, her master's horrific state—it made
her feel nauseous. Her master's words made her heart pound. She didn't understand why her master hated Zhang Wuji, whom she loved so much. After all, her master was her master, and she had sworn a poisonous oath.
Zhou Zhiruo was strong; her delicate and fragile appearance wouldn't change her. She was determined to follow her master's instructions, find the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, obtain the legendary Nine Yin Manual, become the greatest martial artist in the world, and then, she would avenge her master!
Zhou Zhiruo's heart was bleeding. Revenge meant killing Zhao Min, Lu Zhangke, Hebi Weng, and, most importantly, destroying the Ming Cult. She faced countless masters she couldn't possibly defeat. What price would she pay for this goal? She didn't know, but any price would be worth it, for she was facing a path of no return. The immense challenge was perhaps what she craved, more exciting and beautiful than romantic love.
With renewed vigor, Zhou Zhiruo could rearrange her life. She was meticulous and preferred to plan carefully before acting. Now wasn't the time, because the Emei people had scattered, and she was mixed in with what appeared to be Wudang people, and some from Kunlun and Kongtong—people she didn't know well. Moreover, there seemed to be pursuers behind her.
Exhaustion gripped the group; the heroes, having just recovered their martial arts skills, felt utterly drained. They needed to rest.
"Miss Zhou, we have to keep running," a handsome young man appeared beside her.
Zhou Zhiruo remembered it was Song Qingshu, but everyone else was already lying down. She looked on in confusion.
“We really can’t rest here. It will be safer once we cross this valley. The mountains are steep and the roads are narrow. The Mongol cavalry are adept at long-distance raids. If they catch up, we’ll have nowhere to escape. Miss Zhou, hold on a little longer.”
Song Qingshu was the only son of Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Five Heroes of Wudang. Why didn’t he tell his father and uncle, but instead spoke to her alone?
Zhou Zhiruo quickly understood. This Jade-Faced Mengchang had designs on her. This feeling grew stronger and stronger. She remembered seeing that same greedy look in his eyes when they met at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.
His judgment was clearly correct. He had also made a very unusual decision: to continue only with her. If the Mongol cavalry caught up, the heroes could hold them off for a while, increasing their chances of escape. If she told Song Yuanqiao, he would definitely call for reinforcements, and they would lose their backup against the pursuers.
Zhou Zhiruo felt a chill, but also a sense of admiration. Song Qingshu was excellent in his quick wit and decisiveness. Perhaps he would be a good helper?
Song Qingshu was overjoyed. Walking alongside Zhou Zhiruo was a wonderful thing in itself, especially since he would soon be her savior, further deepening their relationship.
The sounds of hooves, arrows whistling through the air, and screams filled the air. Zhou Zhiruo suddenly changed her mind. Not being able to be with the one she loved, and burdened with such a heavy mission, was exhausting; just thinking about it made her weary.
Yearning for love was the sweetness of a young girl like Zhou Zhiruo experiencing her first stirrings of affection, but to have it shattered by cruel reality was an unbearable heartache. "It's better to die here," she thought, turning and running back.
Song Qingshu was stunned, hesitant. What was the point of living if he couldn't have Zhou Zhiruo?
The scene was brutal: slaughter, bloodshed. A troop of Mongol cavalry, clad in gleaming armor and wielding long swords, was slaughtering the heroes, while another troop of cavalry watched from a distance. Unable to form a united front, the heroes fought individually; though numerous, they were nothing more than fish on a chopping block.
Zhou Zhiruo regretted coming back. She could have escaped, but now even running away might require luck.
A bugle call! A series of bugles sounded. Banners! Several red banners embroidered with flying tigers were raised on the mountaintop. The heroes and Mongol cavalry temporarily halted.
I stood on the mountaintop. Damn it, so useless. Several hundred martial arts heroes were routed by a mere three hundred Mongol cavalrymen. However, the seven hundred escorting cavalrymen shouldn't be underestimated. Who knows if Miao Yan's one hundred Imperial Guards have arrived? If we don't go down soon, these useless and arrogant guys will all be wiped out, and I'll owe Zhang Wuji a favor.
"Mount up, cover your faces, attack!"
I jumped onto my horse first. These three hundred Imperial Guards—I brought five hundred in total. One hundred, led by Miao Yan, would flank the Mongol cavalry from the rear, and another hundred, led by Ai Xiaonong, would intercept any reinforcements that might appear further away. The key to victory lies in this first charge.
"Kill!"
The vanguard of the Mongol cavalry began to rout. The previously composed rearguard cavalry, well-trained and skilled, began to advance slowly. They knew that in cavalry battles, it was crucial to maintain a proper charging distance.
The assembled heroes and Zhou Zhiruo were stunned. This cavalry, dressed in red and masked, seemed to descend from the sky, charging down the hillside and splitting into two groups: one with a red flying tiger banner, the other with a white banner embroidered with vibrant feathers, like two sharp swords piercing into the once-proud Mongol cavalry.
The gleaming three-foot sabers danced in the sunlight, blood splattering everywhere. The unprepared cavalry collapsed almost instantly, leaving behind corpses and runaway horses in retreat. Zhou Zhiruo's gaze lingered on a figure flitting between horseback and ground—the bloodthirsty demon that had appeared during the day. This figure had appeared once before, on the silver and bright red glazed roof of Wan'an Temple, reflecting the white snow—unreal, like a dream.
"I am a friend of Zhang Wuji of the Ming Cult! Slay the Tartars, advance!" I shouted from my horse, my backside aching from sitting.
The initial victory meant nothing; the Mongol cavalry could attack again at any moment. Six of my Imperial Guards had been lost
. I needed to let the heroes hold them off first, giving us a chance to catch our breath and change horses before launching a more powerful assault. We couldn't let our main force be exhausted first. The heroes, suddenly realizing their numbers were considerable, surged forward. I shook my head. Qu Chu shouted, "Form ranks!"
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly felt a strange unease. Zhang Wuji didn't possess such heroism and imposing presence. Why would this threaten the position of her beloved? Zhou Zhiruo was flustered.
Five hundred cavalrymen began their charge. The heroes' advance slowed, gripped by fear. The enemy was like a surging tide; some turned and fled. It's difficult for a person to overcome their fear. It
seemed they couldn't hold on. Only a few experts remained, swallowed by the thunderous hoofbeats, creating only minor ripples. The last remaining troops raised their black flags, a clear indication of their wartime discipline. They realized they were no longer facing a rabble, but a formidable and elite force.
The retreating heroes were about to break through my lines. I signaled, and the Imperial Guards split into four groups. I led Qu Chu straight for the last black flag; capturing the flag and beheading the enemy commanders would shatter their morale.
Qu Chu, holding a white feathered banner, though only two men, moved with lightning speed, the banner fluttering in the wind, truly a force of tigers and wolves. The Mongol cavalry, overwhelmed by their power, dared not intercept.
The black flag fell. I held the severed head in my hand, wielding my sword and continuing forward.
Miao Yan's blue flag finally rose, and the battle entered a phase entirely in my favor. The heroes, their initial shock subsiding, finally joined the fray. We must pursue the fleeing enemy, hoping to annihilate them and eliminate any remaining threats, for Ai Xiaonong's ambush lay ahead. I led my troops in pursuit.
Witnessing this breathtaking and dazzling battle, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly understood a crucial point: no matter how high one's martial arts skills are, in battle one can only at best protect oneself; possessing an elite army is what truly makes a hero.
Watching the Flying Feather Banner gradually disappear, Zhou Zhiruo's heart stirred. Perhaps mastering this Flying Feather Banner could bring revenge, without needing the Heaven-Slaying Sword, the Dragon-Slaying Saber, the Nine Yin Manual, or the Wumu Legacy.
Seventy-six men were lost, but the thousand Mongol cavalry had been completely annihilated. Pursuit was impossible; most were only a day's journey away.
Ai Xiaonong advised me to go and greet the heroes of the Central Plains. There was no need. I despise these useless cowards who retreat in the face of battle, like women. Otherwise, how many brothers could have died less? The Imperial Guards are certainly more important than these famous figures.
Song Qingshu couldn't find Zhou Zhiruo and was very anxious.
Zhou Zhiruo was searching for the Flying Feather Banner and finally discovered seventy-six newly built tombs along the way. There were hoofprints and the ashes of freshly extinguished offering paper; the scent of a man's tears seemed to linger.
They were heading east; clearly, they wouldn't be openly flying their feathered banners. Whether they could find it was a question, and even if they did, what difference would it make? Zhou Zhiruo stopped before the grave. What method could she use to bring such a heroic figure under her control? Zhou Zhiruo fell into deep thought.
Night fell. Actually, there was a very simple method, a method so simple it couldn't be simpler—Zhou Zhiruo tried to avoid the thought. All she needed to do was use her most basic qualities; she was a very capable woman, wasn't she? This method required no scheming, just a bit of boldness, a willingness to give up some things to gain others, and a bit of determination.
I didn't return to Lingling with Ai Xiaonong and the others because I was unwilling to give up. Several things I had my eye on, and I hadn't gotten a single one. It seemed the thieves were going to leave empty-handed.
Passing by the graves, I wanted to pay my respects to the fallen brothers one last time, and that's when I encountered the absent-minded Zhou Zhiruo. I wasn't particularly conspicuous, but I wasn't so inconspicuous that I wouldn't notice me. What was she thinking? I didn't know, but she was definitely lost in thought.
In the darkness, her beautiful features weren't clear, but her clear, bright eyes, shimmering in the moonlight, were very moving. Girls are always moving when they cry, especially silent tears. I couldn't bear to disturb her grief, so I sat not far from her, feeling a little uneasy myself, after all, I was with the brothers who would never wake up again.
If I could do what my master asked, I would give anything. Zhou Zhiruo wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve. She could now set off without any burden. The Zhou Zhiruo of the past was no more.
"Why are you always following me?" In a grove of trees about a mile from Dadu, Zhou Zhiruo twisted my hands behind my back and pressed her sword against my neck.
I didn't resist at all. "Have mercy, my lord! I'm just a poor man visiting relatives in Dadu. I have no money."
"I asked you why you're following me?" Zhou Zhiruo wasn't fooled by my lie.
"I really am visiting relatives in Dadu. I came to this grove to pee."
There really was a pee. "Sorry, I can't hold it in." I reached for my pants. This trick would definitely work on girls.
Zhou Zhiruo released me, but she didn't completely trust me.
Hiding behind a tree, I peed to my heart's content. Little pecker, you're about to have something good to eat... no, it should be eaten. I have to imagine what Zhou Zhiruo's body is like.
My imagination runs wild in this regard, mainly due to my extensive experience. I can roughly guess what she looks like just by looking at her features, and as I think about it, wicked thoughts begin to arise.
"Come out, I have something to ask you."
Her voice was softer than usual, seemingly possessing a certain allure, but as a qualified assassin, I still sensed the killing intent. Why did she want to kill me? I pulled up my pants, wanting to see the answer.
Sure enough, my intuition didn't lie. The moment I peeked out, I felt a chilling aura. A swift, accurate, and direct sword strike. My fingertips quickly touched the sword tip, without applying any force, my face just brushing against the blade, while my other hand reached to support her waist.
Zhou Zhiruo hadn't expected this, but she was determined to use someone's blood to consecrate the sword. This path of no return required the blood of many to pave the way. She hadn't killed anyone yet, so she would start with this wicked person!
I pressed down on her wrist; the blade only needed to go an inch further to slit her throat. I intended to step to the side, but my pants slipped down, binding my knees, leaving me with no choice but to exert force. The sword blade shattered into thirteen pieces. It seemed my armor-piercing power had truly improved during my duel with Yin Yue.
Zhou Zhiruo was stunned, but instantly decided on her next move. The sword hilt slipped from her grasp—too close, too fast. Instantly, a bridge of iron was formed, the hilt grazing my nose. I broke out in a cold sweat.
Her martial arts weren't great, but her cunning was truly formidable. If it weren't for my solid skills, I would have been seriously injured.
Zhou Zhiruo was originally going to pursue, her best move being a groin kick. A strange sight—so this is what men are like. My heart pounded, and Zhou Zhiruo blushed.
I straightened up and noticed Zhou Zhiruo's gaze focused on my lower body. I was naked from the waist down, and my penis was still jiggling from the earlier exertion. I chuckled, not ashamed at all. Being naked with a woman was one of my strengths.
Zhou Zhiruo covered her face, squatted down, and suddenly let out a sharp, piercing, and prolonged scream.
I had to hide. My jaw dropped, my teeth ached, my scalp tingled, and my hair felt like it was standing on end. This scream was terrible! If I covered my ears, I couldn't pull up my pants, and if I couldn't pull up my pants, I couldn't run fast. I covered my ears and hopped away. A painful lesson.
Zhou Zhiruo still seemed determined to kill me. She caught up and realized I had stopped screaming, so I had time to subdue her.
She was panting, looking at me helplessly, her eyes vacant, her delicate lips trembling. Her soft body was in my arms, and I couldn't resist kissing her lips. She struggled, but I stubbornly grabbed her hand and pinned her leg down with my right leg.
"Mmm, mmm," Zhou Zhiruo shook her head, but her teeth were pried open. My tongue darted out, quickly finding its target. The back of the tongue is a woman's Achilles' heel. I pressed my tongue against the back of her tongue and then sucked hard.
Zhou Zhiruo's reaction was intense. When I traced the path of her tongue with my own, her tense muscles relaxed. The taste in her mouth was faintly salty, the taste of copious amounts of saliva—unique and stimulating. I decided that if she resisted, I would rape her.
Although inexperienced, Zhou Zhiruo had already begun to respond. I noticed her eyes were open, seemingly searching for my reaction. When we met, her gaze became pitiful. She was clearly still conscious, and her mind was working, unlike her body's apparent submission. Intrigued, I hesitated to use acupressure, wanting to know how she would react.
Her slightly trembling body, her gradually rising body temperature, and her rapid heartbeat—these reactions couldn't be faked. I knew she was aroused, so I became more forceful, pressing down on her completely, squeezing her body, and using my engorged penis to press against her lower abdomen. I pulled my hands away from hers, focusing on her highly reactive body.
Reaching inside her bodice and grasping her breasts was the crucial step. When I slipped my hand inside her clothes and pressed it against her burning stomach, Zhou Zhiruo shuddered as if electrocuted. I almost got bitten and quickly lifted my upper body. Her expression shifted several times in an instant before settling back to its previous elegance and reserve. I couldn't fathom her thoughts.
"You, you let me think about it, okay?" It sounded like a plea, yet brooked no argument. I was a little anxious, but I couldn't bring myself to rape such a lovely woman.
I was prepared to fight back; she might hit me at any moment. I stripped naked and stood behind her. If I tried anything else, sorry, I had to consider my own needs first.
Zhou Zhiruo sat with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her hair, though a little messy, was still very elegant. Her graceful back and long, beautiful neck made my heart race.
She turned around, slightly surprised. Why had this man suddenly changed? Why did he seem to possess a heroic air about him?
His shoulders were broad, not burly, but incredibly muscular; his bronze skin looked beautiful in the sunlight; his arms were somewhat slender but long, with clearly defined tendons; his hands were small, with long, slender fingers and full fingertips, appearing agile and elegant; his well-developed pectoral muscles, along with his aligned abdominal muscles and rib muscles that cinched his waist, were all breathtaking.
His hips were narrow, but his thigh muscles were very well-developed; his calves below the knees were slender, long, and straight, seemingly without an ounce of fat; his ankles were thin, entirely tendon-bound, with prominent, rounded ankle bones, while his feet were large, thick, and had well-developed arches.
And then, Zhou Zhiruo's gaze returned to what was most mysterious to a girl—a little frightening. Below her navel, a thin, long hair ran down her abdomen, leading to a thick patch of dark pubic hair, soft and glossy. Her limp penis, about six or seven inches long, appeared shy and wrinkled, especially the foreskin at the tip, which was black, and her testicles were enormous.
Zhou Zhiruo quickly hid her head in front of her chest and closed her eyes, but the beautiful, cheetah-like body kept flashing before her eyes, making her panic.
Zhou Zhiruo's top slipped down to her waist; she hugged her arms tightly, making her shoulders appear even more slender and her waist even more defined. Her milky-white skin seemed to be bathed in a halo of light. I instantly became aroused, walked over, and reached out to stroke her smooth, silky back.
"Wait a moment." I stopped, not wanting to spoil the atmosphere.
Zhou Zhiruo regained her composure, not looking at me, picked up my clothes and patiently spread them out on the floor, like a submissive wife making a bed. Then she sat on the prepared bed, smoothed out her own clothes, carefully folded them, and placed them aside.
Sitting there, biting her lower lip, she silently shed tears, then turned her back and slowly unbuckled her belt, pulled down her pants, carefully folded them again, placed them with her clothes, hugged her knees, and remained motionless.
Witnessing a stunningly beautiful woman undress was exciting, but this seemed too contrasting with her behavior; I couldn't adapt for a moment, and I was stunned. Her back view was beautiful; the curves of her waist and hips were not exaggerated, but smooth and graceful.
Reaching out to touch her shoulder seemed to relieve her. I heard a sigh, and encouraged, I became bolder. I knew better than to be too hasty with an inexperienced girl like her. My initial touches had to be gentle and provocative. For example, besides stroking her back muscles, I had to put some effort into her neck and ears. Girls have many sensitive areas due to their fat reserves, and touching them would tickle them; most of them are ticklish.
Zhou Zhiruo was a bit thin, so I had to be careful to find her sensitive spots. Her ears didn't react much, and licking her neck wasn't very intense. When my hand slipped under her armpit, she shivered. I tickled her a few times, and Zhou Zhiruo couldn't resist anymore. She twisted and tried to get up and escape.
All the beautiful scenery unfolded before my eyes. I let her stand up, already seeing the wonderful scene in the shadows. Although it wasn't real, I wanted it to be real.
I grabbed her waist and bit her buttocks. Her buttocks weren't large or full, but they were firm and elastic, with a slightly upturned tip. This kind of buttocks was perfect for being penetrated from behind, because the genitals were also positioned towards the back, allowing me to utilize the gluteus maximus during sex. Zhou Zhiruo had a beautiful buttocks, which I was very satisfied with; most beautiful women are quite outstanding sexually.
Zhou Zhiruo's body stiffened, not because her buttocks were being bitten, but because of the hand that had wrapped around her lower abdomen. She pressed my hand down, leaning her upper body slightly forward, her buttocks slightly open—this was the purpose of tickling her navel.
Although her genitals were already wet, they remained tightly closed like a young girl's. She truly was still a young girl; the skin of her genitals was still milky white, the same color as her thighs, clearly untouched virgin territory.
Her mons pubis was full and tender, covered with a sparse layer of pubic hair. The slit wasn't long, ending in a pink swirl. The tense perineum was a slightly darker color, followed by the light brown anus with many folds.
I stopped tickling her navel and turned to attack her genitals directly, using my fingers and tongue.
Zhou Zhiruo groaned and tried to squat down, but I stopped her. She tightened her buttocks, stood up straight, and leaned forward, unable to resist the direct penetration of my tongue. This movement, combined with the fingers in front, made the sensation even more intense as they rolled within her cleft.
Zhou Zhiruo was panicked and confused, not knowing how to find relief, and not wanting to be relieved. Everything—the fingers and the tongue—brought her the most wonderful sensations of her life. Only a little fear remained; she didn't know what was going to happen. If it was like this, she would rather it be like this forever.
Her delicate labia parted, revealing the pink part inside, wriggling and glistening with dew. I used my fingers to pry open the clitoris, and my tongue pressed against it.
Her trembling and groans excited me even more. The muscles of her buttocks and thighs spasmed irregularly with my movements, and her vagina began to secrete a clear, slightly viscous fluid.
It started as a tentative, very light touch. Zhou Zhiruo reacted intensely; her legs pressed against my lower abdomen, her hands gripped my arm, her face flushed, her lips parted as if to scream, her eyes filled with fear, and perhaps something else—desire.
I stopped, then reached out to caress her heaving breasts. They weren't large, but firm, with small areolas and tender pink, engorged nipples. A slight touch revealed their bouncy texture; grasping and kneading them, I could feel their softness and my own heart pounding.
I was patient, letting my glans rub back and forth at the entrance of her wet vagina. When I touched her clitoris, Zhou Zhiruo trembled violently, letting out a moan of both fear and pleasure. I then focused my attack on this most sensitive spot.
Zhou Zhiruo couldn't take it anymore; her whole body tingled with itchiness, every hair on her skin seemed to fall out of her pores, and her heart nearly leaped out of her throat.
Muscles contracted and relaxed uncontrollably, her body swelling with desire. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, a mixture of frantic longing and fear. She gripped my shoulders, panting, staring at me, her gaze seemingly yearning for complete release. I stopped moving, positioning my glans against her vagina, pushing slightly in, then questioning with my eyes.
Zhou Zhiruo encouraged me, biting her lip and lifting her upper body, looking at the position we were about to intercourse. I pushed in; it was tight, there was resistance. This was the welcoming ritual. She moaned softly, trying to hold back. Suddenly, she
wanted to refuse, panicking, pushing violently, a tearing pain shooting through her. Zhou Zhiruo regretted it, curling her knees, trying to push me away; the moment of penetrating her hymen was incredibly satisfying, the instantaneous contraction of her vagina creating a strong sense of control, enticing me to go even deeper. It
hurt so much, the discomfort of a foreign object being inserted, and the feeling that I was hitting a very delicate spot, yet I was still going in—would I be pierced through?
As I finished dressing and tightened my belt, Zhou Zhiruo wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, pressing her face against my back.
"What's your name?"
I turned around and cupped her face in my hands. She was crying. I leaned in and gently licked away her tears with my tongue, then kissed her eyes. She trembled slightly, her body growing hot again. Her lips kissed my neck, her arms tightening around my waist.
Girls experiencing their first time are always like this. Just as I was feeling triumphant, a numbness in my waist
made me go limp. It was a successful sneak attack; she caught me at my most vulnerable moment. It was clear she was determined to kill me, but she didn't have a suitable weapon yet. She quickly mobilized all her internal energy to break through the sealed acupoints, requiring some skill—the technique of shifting acupoints—which was exhausting.
I suddenly discovered a ruthless side to Zhou Zhiruo. She decided to suffocate me, pressing down on my mouth and nose. Perhaps she felt other directly fatal methods were too bloody; she was clean, and this method allowed her to watch me die slowly.
Zhou Zhiruo was completing the first step of her plan: to kill, to make herself cold-blooded; to have a purposeless sexual encounter, to feel a man, to abandon her purity, to discard her shyness, so that she could face everything without restraint.
Although the crazy, sweet pleasure still lingered in her body, and she had developed a special dependence on this man, she had to make herself hate all her weak emotions, including love, and to hate the person who loved her.
Zhou Zhiruo's heart trembled; she hadn't completely transformed from a young girl into a cold-blooded killer, but she had to become one. Her hands trembled slightly. It was getting increasingly unbearable; her inner strength seemed to suddenly spiral out of control. For the first time, she panicked, and felt angry.
Her hesitation finally gave her a precious breath. She gasped for air, her joints cracking and popping.
Zhou Zhiruo was startled and quickly pressed down hard. She could feel the man's vitality again. Although he wasn't breathing, his eyes radiated a terrifying light. Without hesitation, she withdrew her hand and slashed at her carotid artery with all her might.
A swift exchange ensued. I seized her wrist, pulling and then releasing it with a sharp, grinding sound. Zhou Zhiruo, enduring the pain, delivered another fatal blow with her left elbow.
"Why did you do this?" Zhou Zhiruo lay on the ground, drenched in cold sweat. The pain from her dislocated hands paled in comparison to the agony in her heart. What kind of revenge would she face? Would she be killed? Why did she encounter such a powerful man at her very first stop, thwarting all her plans? Had her master's instructions ended before they even began?
Surprisingly, the man's voice, though initially irritated, remained gentle. She could only catch a glimpse of one of his eyes out of the corner of her eye.
The Four Seas Inn, a traditional, long-established inn in Dadu, was chosen because of its proximity to Jia Lu's residence.
"We only need one side room."
The innkeeper was polite to every guest, but he made an exception for us. Needless to say, I was plain-looking and simply dressed, while Zhou Zhiruo, whose face I had painted with a thick layer of mud, still couldn't hide her beauty, so I added more mud, making her look somewhat grotesque and haggard. The innkeeper suspected she was seriously ill, which was understandable, as she leaned on my shoulder the whole time. It wasn't until I handed him the only ten taels of silver I had that we agreed.
"You have a sick person, so you can't stay with the other guests. There's an empty kitchen in the back courtyard; could that be enough?"
"We came to Dadu for medical treatment; we just need a place to stay. Could you please prepare a wooden tub for bathing?"
I smiled at Zhou Zhiruo. Zhou Zhiruo couldn't resist, and she couldn't speak. Her eyes were unfocused, but not fearful; she was trying to think of a solution.
The Sihai Inn was large, and the abandoned kitchen was in the innermost courtyard. It was a bit noisy. The main street was just across the wall, filled with the cries of vendors selling fruits and vegetables and the haggling of passersby. The innkeepers came and went through the back door not far away. Vegetable vendors, water carriers, and servants cleaning up excrement and other chores were frequent visitors; it was a constant flow of people and vehicles. The outhouse wasn't far either, and the stench was often overwhelming.
Zhou Zhiruo was clearly dissatisfied, but I thought it was fine; she'd never experienced hardship. The dilapidated kitchen was large, poorly lit, with only one window facing the wall, but it was warm. Several large cutting boards, originally used for chopping vegetables, had been pushed together to form a large bed. With bedding laid out and a canopy propped up with bamboo poles, it looked quite presentable.
I was very satisfied with the waiter's ingenuity. The room was spotless; even the pillars had been scrubbed clean. A fire was lit in the stove, and water in the large pot was steaming. An eight-immortal table had been set up, along with chairs, a tea set, a mirror, a washbasin, a water vat, a chamber pot, a toilet, and all the other amenities of a superior room.
"I'll stay here again next time," I thought to myself. "Old establishments are really something else; they consider the needs of their guests in every way. Even that wooden tub was very satisfying. If I weren't so broke, I would have tipped the waiter. Right now, all I can do is express my gratitude."
It had been many days since I'd last slept in a warm bed, even though the bed was a bit out of place, my dislocated arm ached, the men's clothes I was wearing weren't nice, and there was a man beside me who I didn't know how he would treat me
. There were many unpleasant things, but being able to lie in the soft bedding and enjoy this strange tranquility, Zhou Zhiruo was truly content. She curled up her legs, twisting her body comfortably, rubbing against the bedding, blushing slightly. She'd felt something when she'd squeezed her legs together earlier. "What is he doing?" Zhou Zhiruo wondered curiously.
I patiently prepared the water by the stove; it was lukewarm, not enough for a bath yet. I locked the door.
"Come here, wash your face," I said, placing the basin on the chair in front of the bed.
Zhou Zhiruo became alert. Her arms gave way, and she sat up, looking at her limp arms. I felt a pang of pity.
"What do you want?" Zhou Zhiruo's voice was icy.
"Just to make you wash your face." I smiled, took off my shoes and socks, and got into bed. Zhou Zhiruo nervously retreated towards the back of the bed, a sudden thought flashing through her mind—perhaps she could seduce him again, looking for a chance to escape.
I did something unexpected. When I caught her, she was already prepared to be raped and ready to cooperate, but I didn't do that. I put her splintered.
Zhou Zhiruo bit her lower lip in pain. I gently kissed her lips, then slapped her bottom.
"Go, obediently go wash your face." Zhou Zhiruo's heart was pounding. How could she be humiliated? A thought troubled her; she seemed to desire to be humiliated again.
A love of beauty is a girl's nature. Not only did she wash her face, hands, and neck, but she also tidied her hair in front of the mirror, letting two long strands fall from her cheeks to her shoulders.
Looking at Zhou Zhiruo, now clean, fresh, and as vibrant as freshly peeled fruit, I felt a surge of desire. I sat up, grabbed a lock of her hair, and stretched out my feet.
"Wash my feet," I said
, though it was a request, it was also an order.
Zhou Zhiruo was surprisingly docile. She obediently placed the basin on the ground, squatted down, and put my feet in. I was overjoyed and mischievously lifted my feet out, splashing water onto her face. She gave me a coquettish look, a mixture of reproach and resentment, a smile playing on her lips, a hint of lewdness in her eyes.
My most sensitive nerves were aroused. My legs straightened, my toes curled, and my soles turned backward. A tingling sensation ran through me, and my penis instantly hardened, transforming into a majestic spear...
A milky-white, curvaceous body nestled against my chest. Zhou Zhiruo breathed heavily, gently biting my nipple. Her pectoral muscles twitched powerfully. Zhou Zhiruo's hand lightly slid across my chest and abdomen, parting my pubic hair, and grasped my now-soft penis, kneading it gently and carefully. I knew this man hadn't let his guard down; he couldn't be careless because of past lessons.
My breathing quickened again. I was a little confused about who was more demanding.
"Will I get pregnant?" Zhou Zhiruo frowned, her beautiful brows furrowed with worry.
"Pregnant?" This was a tricky question.
"If I get pregnant, I'll marry you, and you'll come back to Lingling with me."
"Lingling?" Never heard of it.
"It's in southern Hunan, very remote, but the people there are all good." I was already starting to plan how to tell An Jia.
"You really will marry me?" I thought for a moment, then said earnestly, "Actually, I really like you. As long as you're willing, I promise to treat you well."
Just as I was thinking about telling her everything, Zhou Zhiruo sighed, "I'm an unlucky woman, and I still have so many things to do."
A warm feeling welled up inside me, and I longed to disappear with this man into that remote, unknown Lingling; the vow, the horrific scene of my master being gang-raped, the flames of revenge; this was just an experience, I had to be free, I had to lower this man's guard, and then kill him, achieving the most crucial first step of victory.
"What important things could a girl like you have?"
"To become the strongest woman."
I was startled, realizing I had been a bit presumptuous. She was still that cunning and ruthless Spider Woman, a bit dangerous. My libido plummeted. Although raping her would produce pleasure, I knew it would be difficult to completely conquer her.
"You can do what you like." I pulled away from her caresses, sat up, and got dressed.
“But remember, my name is Zhu Rang, and I live in Lingling. You can come to Lingling to find me anytime. When you come, I will marry you.”
I got out of bed.
“Tell me if you have any difficulties, and I will do anything for you.” Zhou Zhiruo, naked, propped herself up, feeling that this man had a very unusual charm. Although not handsome, he was very masculine, capable of taking things as they come and letting them go. How many people could do that in this situation? She had always wanted to kill him, and he obviously knew that.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“I like you.” I smiled, a little reluctant, but I had to leave.
“Want to know my name?” Zhou Zhiruo’s voice trembled slightly.
I started to walk away. “I only want to know when you want to tell me. Now you hate me, and I don’t want to leave behind a name filled with resentment.”
“Now I want to beg you.” Zhou Zhiruo suddenly felt very afraid of losing this man named Zhu Rang.
I stopped.
“Can you help me find a flying feather flag? A white one embroidered with a bright red feather.”
I turned around and looked at her questioningly.
"If you find her, come to Mount Emei and tell me. My name is Zhou Zhiruo." I suddenly wanted to go up to her and gently caress and protect her, because she had become fragile, helpless, and pitiful.
At dawn, Zhou Zhiruo dressed herself and returned to reality from her wild thoughts. Instead of using the main gate, she entered the bustling market through the back door and encountered Ding Minjun, who was giving her a headache. Ding Minjun's gaze seemed peculiar; hopefully, she hadn't noticed she came from the Sihai Inn. Zhou Zhiruo's heart pounded.
Ding Minjun suspiciously scrutinized the elegant Zhou Zhiruo, envious of her beauty and her master's favor towards her. Seeing the radiant black iron ring on Zhou Zhiruo's wrist intensified her jealousy, as Zhou Zhiruo was now the leader of the Emei Sect. However, Zhou Zhiruo's expression was suspicious; something had happened. Her fair face was flushed, and her eyes were bright.
A woman who had been pampered—this thought flashed through Ding Minjun's mind, and she seized the opportunity.
"Where is Zhang Wuji?" Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback by the question.
"Speak quickly! Where is that little thief?"
"Look at her, everyone, her face is flushed, she's clearly..." Ding Minjun still felt it was difficult to say, but the Emei disciples understood her meaning.
Facing the slander, Zhou Zhiruo still felt angry and wronged, because she was accused of having an affair with Zhang Wuji. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she bit her lip, reminding herself that she must first solidify her position as the Emei leader; any weakness would damage her image.
Her performance against the powerful Golden Flower Granny was perfect. Although Zhou Zhiruo was once again a prisoner, she was somewhat happy to know that she had gained the trust of the Emei people.
Endless journeys, a feeling of drifting—Zhou Zhiruo was now powerless because of her own weakness. She began to doubt her charm with men; why had Zhu Rang abandoned her?
Thinking of Zhu Rang, Zhou Zhiruo's mind was in turmoil. Compared to Zhang Wuji, Zhu Rang was clearly not as handsome or tall, and apart from displaying superb martial arts skills in their few encounters, he was basically an unknown person, unlike Zhang Wuji who had world-shaking achievements and the dignity of the leader of the Ming Cult. However, he had the same heroic spirit.
Why did her heart seem to lean more towards this man who had humiliated her, taken her virginity, and whom she was determined to kill by any means necessary? Her body gradually heated up, and a strange sensation gradually spread from her lower body throughout her entire body. This was the result of thinking about Zhu Rang! She
squeezed her legs together, rubbing them together, letting her buttocks rub back and forth on the deck. Her hands, tied behind her back, could also help. Her breathing gradually became rapid. She discovered that she could feel something with her hands, so she lay down.
A leopard-like, athletic body, wild and aggressive eyes that seemed ready to pounce at any moment, and the meticulous caresses, the agile and moist tongue, the domineering penis, the gentle touches, the sharp insertions, the ecstatic pleasure—it felt as if he were right there on her, launching the most intense attack she craved, an explosive thrill…
The ship rocked, and set sail again. Zhang Wuji's handsome face appeared before her, and Zhou Zhiruo felt utterly ashamed. This wasn't Zhang Wuji; would he know what she was doing?
Zhao Min was still as proud and alluring as ever. Zhou Zhiruo disliked her intensely, not only because she was responsible for her current situation, but also because of a deep-seated wariness. Zhao Min was a formidable opponent, cunning, and perhaps a stumbling block to her future journey, not to mention her master's curse.
Xiao Zhao seemed to have grown taller and more radiant; she was sure to be an outstanding beauty. Zhou Zhiruo liked Xiao Zhao because she was cute and not dangerous. Yin Li was likely beyond saving; even Zhang Wuji's medical skills were powerless to save her, tantamount to death.
The burly, ferocious-looking blond man was Zhang Wuji's adoptive father, the once-mighty Golden Lion King Xie Xun. He seemed to be tormented by endless suffering; the marks of time on his face told of his turbulent past. She only felt a pang of sympathy; that was his business. Now, he was the Ming Cult protector returning to the Central Plains, her enemy.
Zhang Wuji—Zhou Zhiruo felt her own wavering. She still liked him; being with him was like basking in warm sunshine—gentle, kind, and safe. Could she really harm him? But she had to.
Despite being the world's number one martial artist, Zhou Zhiruo felt no fear. The Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber were on this ship; all she needed was an opportunity, and that opportunity was likely to appear—she was currently fleeing.
The joy of obtaining the *Nine Yin Manual* and the *Martial Arts Manual of Yue Fei* seemed less exciting than the thrill of successfully orchestrating her plan. For the first time, she had achieved a decisive victory on her own.
Zhou Zhiruo felt a chilling, bone-deep pleasure. Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min would never have a chance to be together; they would hate each other. It was clear Zhang Wuji preferred Zhao Min; even if nothing had happened, he would have chosen Zhao Min over her.
Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth, knelt on the ground, and faced east. "Master, I have obtained the *Nine Yin Manual* and the *Martial Arts Manual of Yue Fei*. I will definitely fulfill your wish."
Zhang Wuji had finally found an opportunity to be alone with Zhou Zhiruo, they were engaged, and their intimate encounter while neutralizing the poison of the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder had ignited a powerful desire in Zhang Wuji for Zhou Zhiruo's body.
Zhou Zhiruo suddenly realized the stark difference between Zhang Wuji and Zhu Rang: one was a clueless boy, the other a gentle, considerate, and powerful man. Conquering men, Zhou Zhiruo rejected Zhang Wuji's further advances. She could use men's desires to completely control them, including the world's number one, Zhang Wuji. When his desires weren't satisfied, they grew stronger and more infatuated.
Why was Zhu Rang an exception? Why did he remain calm even in the face of true ecstasy? Perhaps she was wrong from the start; she shouldn't have given up her virginity so easily. Zhou Zhiruo's confidence in conquering the master of the Flying Feather Banner grew stronger. If she could meet him, surely she would conquer him?
Jia Lu's true anger wasn't about the repeated thefts from his mansion, surrounded by experts, the loss of his beloved jade horse, numerous paintings and calligraphy, and gold and silver; it was mainly about the fact that his elite force, built up over many years—the Silver Eye Army, a direct descendant of masters from the Nine Heavens and other sects—had been wiped out by a single thief in just a few strikes. The people of Dadu were
truly in a state of panic. One after another, wealthy families were robbed, and even the imperial palace had a painting of birds and feathers by Emperor Huizong of the Northern Song Dynasty and a golden goblet used by Emperor Wu of Han, Liu Che, stolen. Although there were no casualties, it was comparable to the uproar caused by the Ming Cult at Wan'an Temple some time ago. These extraordinary figures of the martial world truly possessed earth-shattering abilities. Prince Ruyang, Cha Han...
Temujin was shocked; it seemed his daughter's efforts over the past few years had been in vain.
For the first time, Prime Minister Toqto'a entrusted the crucial position of Grand Coordinator, responsible for the security of the capital region, to Prince Jingnan, K?k? T?re. Temujin was given the heavy responsibility of apprehending the thief. Although Toqto'a and Chahan were both members of the Mongol royal family, they were usually at odds, vying for power.
Now that the emperor was blaming them, Toqto'a knew that Chahan had recruited many extraordinary individuals and had a large number of skilled fighters under his command, so he had no choice but to let Chahan take the lead, at the cost of relinquishing military power in the capital region.
"Who could have done this?" K?k? T?re gathered several top fighters: Lu Zhangke, Hebi Weng, Mo Yi, the junior brother of Yinyue from Tibet, Jin Xi, the traitor from Mount Hua, and Chen Youliang, a disciple of the newly risen Cheng Kun.
"It couldn't be the Ming Cult. Although they have the ability, the Wan'an Temple incident has just ended; they're unlikely to cause any further trouble."
Chen Youliang's analysis was quite reasonable.
"There's one person who's most likely the owner of the Flying Feather Banner." Everyone was surprised. Chen Youliang was just a young man in his late twenties, and had only just arrived in Dadu, yet he seemed to have everything under control.
"Why?"
"It's simple. This strange Flying Feather Banner is clearly not from the Ming Cult, but they almost annihilated a thousand elite cavalrymen and rescued several hundred heroes from the Central Plains. It's said that several hundred of them disappeared without a trace. It wouldn't be easy for several hundred people to vanish without a trace; it would require a much larger disturbance that could attract everyone's attention, like a ruckus in the capital.
I think that what could defeat the cavalry is definitely not ordinary bandits; it's very likely a well-trained army, and an elite force that the court is unfamiliar with, or even completely unaware of."
Kuokuo suddenly realized, "You mean Zhu Rang from Lingling? No, he's Jia Lu's protégé."
Chen Youliang quickly discerned Kuokuo's thoughts. "Young Prince, Jia Lu wields immense power, and Zhu Rang is this thief. So..."
Kuokuo's heart skipped a beat, "You mean, if Zhu Rang confesses that Jia Lu ordered it, then Jia Lu will be convicted of treason, and Tuotuo will also be implicated?"
"Young Prince, your wisdom is boundless; I am truly convinced." Chen Youliang actually knelt on the ground, appearing utterly terrified. Lu Zhangke, Hebi Weng, Mo Yi, and Jin Xi all felt that Chen Youliang was truly nauseating and incredibly cunning. He was indeed a disciple of Cheng Kun; his scheming was thorough, ruthless, and utterly unfathomable.
"The Yuan army is coming!" The Henan Red Turbans, composed of river workers and refugees, had never seen real Mongol cavalry before, and being attacked at night, they were immediately thrown into extreme panic. Seeing the scene before him, Han Shantong was very anxious. Liu Futong's more than five thousand men, who possessed some fighting ability, were still in Yongnian. He wondered about Liu Futong's situation.
Legends are just legends, after all. The talk of millions of troops, the ability to command the wind and rain—it's all just legend. When leading his troops into battle
, Jia Lu was genuinely worried. Looking at the chaotic scene of the Red Turbans at the foot of the mountain, he could only laugh. A rabble, a typical rabble. What could such a large number of Red Turbans do? He couldn't even use his trump cards. Jia Lu returned calmly to his tent. His generals, all his trusted confidants, awaited his orders. For his own schemes, Jia Lu had painstakingly cultivated an armed force capable of contending for supremacy: General Jia Zheng of Henan, Li Zaixing, the Shandong Garrison Commander, Jia Jianguo, the Shaanxi Garrison Commander, and two mysterious forces: Fang Guozhen, the grain transport commander of Zhejiang, and Zhu Rang, the Hunan-Guangxi Garrison Commander who roamed the south.
Jia Lu calculated in his mind: Jia Zheng had over 30,000 elite troops, Li Zaixing nearly 50,000, and Jia Jianguo had no less than 100,000 troops in Shanxi and Shaanxi. They could easily control the situation in the Central Plains.
Fang Guozhen had already established a powerful navy and a mixed infantry and cavalry force of 40,000 men in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Zhu Rang was famous for his use of cavalry. If he trained 50,000 elite troops as planned, could he raise his arm and lead the army when the Mongols were exhausted by the Red Turbans? He was a little smug, but he couldn't really eliminate the Red Turbans yet.
Only the Mongol cavalry, riding horses and wielding sabers, shouted and slashed through the crowd. Han Lin'er had never felt such fear. Behind the carriage were her mother and younger sister, Han Guoguo. Whether they could break through the encirclement seemed to depend on luck.
"Don't linger here any longer, Li Zaixing. You immediately lead your troops to attack Liu Futong's forces in Yong'an." After giving the order, Jia Lu believed that he had completed the mission of this expedition.
Zhou Zhiruo leaned against the pillar of the dilapidated meditation room, feeling very troubled. Xie Xun was still alive, which was a threat. Her greatest enemy, Zhang Wuji, would eventually find out her secret. Although Zhang Wuji was easy to deceive, none of the people around him were easy to deal with.
Zhou Zhiruo wasn't too worried about her current situation. So what if she'd been captured by those filthy beggars?
It gave her some time to cultivate the miraculous martial arts of the *Nine Yin Manual*. Perhaps the *Nine Yin Manual* was too miraculous, because she soon found it incomprehensible, and her progress stalled, which troubled her.
Zhou Zhiruo knew she had high talent, which was why her master had entrusted her with the heavy responsibility of the Emei Sect. She knew she was ambitious, patient, and hardworking, which was why she stood out among the Emei disciples at only twenty years old. She also knew she possessed an indomitable spirit; excellent people should have such qualities—they wouldn't bow to difficulties or retreat in the face of confusion.
Perhaps sometimes this wasn't good? At least that's how she felt now. Zhou Zhiruo felt her blood surging, unable to control herself.
Had she gone mad? A sense of panic rose within her. She had been too impatient, too confident in her talent.
Chen Youliang stood outside the meditation room window, an angle from which he could clearly see everything inside. At least thirteen beggars were peeping at the beautiful woman inside, her beauty as pure and radiant as a lotus in the morning dew.
Chen Youliang didn't care. Liking beautiful women was human nature; even the self-proclaimed chivalrous Beggar Clan was no exception. It was the most primal desire, nothing to be ashamed of. Chen Youliang himself felt a surge of heat. However, Chen Youliang wasn't greedy. Women were just things to have under you for pleasure when you needed them; no matter how beautiful they were, they were all the same, merely adding to the enjoyment.
Chen Youliang thought of Song Qingshu, who was completely infatuated with Zhou Zhiruo. Human instincts were terrifying. Song Qingshu was originally a promising talent, but because of desire, he was now unable to extricate himself, becoming a walking corpse that could be manipulated at will.
Chen Youliang thought of Zhang Wuji again, and he sneered. Everyone said Zhang Wuji was the greatest hero in the world, but he was a muddle-headed hero, not even a hero at all. He was indecisive and wishy-washy; he couldn't be considered a hero. What use was unparalleled martial arts? If you want to be a hero, you have to think more carefully, you have to think less.
And then there was the mysterious owner of the Flying Feather Banner, perhaps the strongest opponent in his grand ambitions. A few hundred men could defeat a thousand, but to annihilate a thousand, especially well-trained elite troops, required talent.
Was he a talented military commander? How would he act when facing a beautiful woman? The mystery was terrifying.
Zhou Zhiruo struggled to her feet, her face pale. What was wrong with her? Chen Youliang cleared his mind. Had the dosage of the medicine used to suppress her internal energy been too strong? Seeing Zhou Zhiruo walk towards the toilet in the corner of the meditation room, Chen Youliang felt a surge of excitement, anticipating the scene.
Zhou Zhiruo knew she was being spied on, everything about her was under the watchful eyes of these filthy men. She was used to it; she was always surrounded by men's desires, only never as directly as this. Even in Wan'an Temple, where most of her fellow disciples were humiliated, Zhao Min hadn't done anything to her, although those villains wanted to harm her. The situation was different now; they were just spying.
Zhou Zhiruo felt a surge of annoyance, followed by a cold, smug satisfaction. So what if they wanted to see? Seeing is no big deal, it'll stun them! She calmly walked to the toilet and carefully wiped the rim clean with a prepared rag. Thankfully, these filthy beggars were still willing to clean her toilet.
Zhou Zhiruo loosened her belt, seemingly finding nothing. She calmly exposed her buttocks and sat on the toilet…
Someone collapsed. Useless thing! Chen Youliang, observing Zhou Zhiruo's composed and elegant demeanor, couldn't help but feel excited. Although women weren't all the same, she was, after all, a beauty, a peerless beauty—so white, so tender, with that vibrant bottom, that mysterious cleft, those rounded and firm thighs…
Her mood was unstable; she seemed a bit feverish, her stool was very dry, and her anus was scraped painfully during defecation, yet it felt very comfortable.
In the woods, the snow hadn't melted yet. Actually, in such cold weather, it could only turn into icicles, quite beautiful—silver-white, pure, and with the fresh air. The cawing of crows in the treetops was a bit of a killjoy, but Zhou Zhiruo still liked it, liked the air and the sunshine. She leaned against a tree trunk, calmly looking at Chen Youliang standing before her.
Although not as handsome as Zhang Wuji, Chen Youliang was clearly a handsome man, and he was composed, possessing a mature masculine charm. Chen Youliang's eyebrows were thick, even connecting at the center, forming a straight line. His gaze was calm, somewhat cold, but Zhou Zhiruo could still sense the passion within them.
It seems the first one to target me is this rather handsome Chen Youliang. At least he has the guts, much better than those guys who just spy on me and then masturbate. He has a straight nose and thin lips that he always purses, which makes the features of his face look less gentle.
Faced with men again, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but feel a little flustered. How many men would she have to encounter on this path of no return? After all, she was about to complete an almost impossible mission, requiring not only her own strength but also the assistance of many others. At the same time, a strange anticipation arose within her. This Chen Youliang was different from Zhang Wuji; his demeanor somewhat resembled that damned Zhu Rang. Damn Zhu Rang, why did you take away that thrilling climax? Could Chen Youliang make up for it? He was taller than Zhu Rang and seemed like a decent man.
Chen Youliang was somewhat excited. He was aroused by Zhou Zhiruo's appraising gaze, burning with desire. He had brought her here to satisfy him, and she was sure she could. Experience told Chen Youliang that the woman before him was undoubtedly extraordinary, not only for her beauty but also for his ability to satisfy her. He was confident in dealing with a seemingly innocent girl, confident that she would leave an indelible mark on his heart after this encounter.
However, her demeanor was calm, as if she knew everything that was about to happen and had made ample preparations. This made Chen Youliang somewhat suspicious. Was she a virgin? She wasn't a virgin anymore? Was she a virgin? Chen Youliang felt a little ridiculous. Wasn't it enough that she was a wonderful woman? Why was he so obsessed with whether she was a virgin or not?
Chen Youliang placed his hand on the tree trunk, gazing intently at Zhou Zhiruo's beautiful and refined face, his breath gently caressing her. The weather was a bit cold, and the gentle breeze made Zhou Zhiruo feel a ticklish sensation. They were too close, it was about to begin, right here in this cold air?
This kind of wild encounter was exciting. They had done it once before, and it was an unforgettable experience. It was cold now, but she couldn't let him have his way. The more a man couldn't have something, the more frantic he became. Zhou Zhiruo raised her head, staring at Chen Youliang with disdain.
Chen Youliang maintained his posture, but he couldn't help reaching out to stroke Zhou Zhiruo's face. It was a little cool, but smooth and soft, a wonderful touch.
"Do you know what's going to happen?" Chen Youliang looked into her cold eyes, searching for her anxieties and shyness.
Chen Youliang felt completely in control, the feeling of conquest was wonderful. Watching Zhou Zhiruo's helplessness as she was rendered powerless against the impending humiliation, Chen Youliang felt he was becoming increasingly obsessed. This woman would surely bring him satisfaction.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't resist; she let him touch her face, her gaze telling him, "You are a righteous hero, what you're doing is unforgivable, you're a beast!" Chen Youliang chuckled. Even in anger, she was captivating. That was the beauty of women; every smile and gesture was alluring. What was her expression when he was with her?
A deep, passionate kiss. Zhou Zhiruo was pressed against the tree trunk, pushing him away, which only made him press her body harder. The contact, the powerful pressure, warmed her body. Zhou Zhiruo pretended to be innocent while savoring the sensation of their friction. It had been so long since she'd felt this way, so long she'd longed for it.
She feigned complete inexperience, clumsily responding to Chen Youliang's lips and tongue. She felt his tongue was quite thick and skillful, a man who understood women well. His sucking and licking were just right, his caresses patient yet stimulating, as if she had returned to that moment.
Chen Youliang grew increasingly agitated. Zhou Zhiruo's awkward reactions were exactly what he wanted, along with her feeble resistance—everything resembled the reaction of a virgin facing a threat. Virgins
were indeed wonderful! However, one thing puzzled Chen Youliang. As his hand slipped inside Zhou Zhiruo's collar, searching for her delicate breasts, the skin's reaction wasn't particularly strong; it was relaxed, seemingly enjoying itself rather than trembling under coercion. Yet, the soft, tender skin and delicate breasts made these puzzlements vanish in an instant. The exquisite touch and subtle sensations ignited an endless fire, burning and consuming it uncontrollably.
Feeling a sense of comfort, Zhou Zhiruo gave up resisting. Her hands, no longer pushing against Chen Youliang's chest, gradually moved to his shoulders. She could feel the muscles throbbing powerfully, providing a novel sensation to her fingers.
This was a signal of submission; Chen Youliang knew Zhou Zhiruo was experiencing pleasure from his passionate kisses and caresses.
This process of conquest was stimulating, and Chen Youliang enjoyed the feeling.
He skillfully grasped her delicate breasts, gradually increasing the pressure, pinching and teasing her already erect nipples with his index and middle fingers, directly feeling the changes in her heartbeat—a wondrous change. He more meticulously sucked on Zhou Zhiruo's tongue, teasing its base with the tip, tasting it. Every woman's saliva tastes different, though the differences are subtle, they are discernible. In fact, every woman's performance during sex is different.
It was time. Chen Youliang pressed his body against Zhou Zhiruo, his other hand sliding down her side and back.
My God! What a beautiful body! Chen Youliang grasped Zhou Zhiruo's buttocks, his fingertips bringing a surge of tension. It was a strange, wonderful sensation—tender, smooth, cottony, and soft, rich in elasticity yet supple. "My darling!" he thought. He began impatiently to undo Zhou Zhiruo's belt…
The wind blew against her bare buttocks, cold, yet her heart burned with a fire within her. She couldn't tell if it was the cold or the urgency; Zhou Zhiruo felt herself shivering. Chen
Youliang flipped her over, making her stand against the tree trunk, her legs trembling slightly. The hem of her top was lifted, and Chen Youliang made her hold it with her hands while he licked her buttocks. He was very attentive, and Zhou Zhiruo felt incredibly comfortable. The man kneeling beside her, trying to make her feel good—it felt good! She
could feel his warm, nimble tongue delicately caressing her labia. His grip on her buttocks was strong, a little painful, but this pain mixed with the strange comfort was stimulating, making her increasingly sensitive.
Feeling the licking, he parted her labia majora and licked her labia minora with the tip of his tongue. A tingling, itchy sensation washed over him, so pleasurable he wanted to scream, but he had to hold back. He couldn't be too lewd; his restraint would only fuel the man's passion and bring even more wonderful sensations… He
had never seen such a wonderful woman before. Chen Youliang felt himself losing control, unable to leave. His cheek touched her tender buttocks; the feeling was magical. What beautiful buttocks, what beautiful vulva, what beautiful legs! Chen Youliang stopped licking and began to bite, wanting to devour this beautiful body. Zhou Zhiruo was bitten, surprised, and couldn't help but cry out…
The pleasure grew stronger and stronger; her body was about to go limp, unable to stand, but she had to persevere. She could clearly feel the man's penis penetrating her vagina. Suddenly, her dantian stirred, and her internal energy began to radiate a more comfortable, vigorous vitality. She felt a surge of power.
In the throes of pleasure, her internal energy flowed smoothly through her meridians. The excruciating pain in her dantian that she felt whenever she channeled her inner strength vanished. Zhou Zhiruo felt a surge of joy. "The Nine Yin Manual! You can no longer deceive me and hold me back!"...
Chen Youliang clearly sensed Zhou Zhiruo's transformation. Her already tight and tortuous vagina underwent a fundamental change, contracting more powerfully. The peristalsis generated an irresistible suction force, which brought unprecedented and immense pleasure.
Chen Youliang panicked slightly, trying to control himself, but he couldn't escape the temptation. A surge of heat gushed out violently—one stream, two streams, three streams—until not a drop remained. His body experienced a violent climax, his mind becoming hazy, floating, and the air seemed to blur…
He received more than just physical pleasure; in fact, it wasn't quite a climax yet. Zhou Zhiruo felt a little regretful, but her heart was filled with excitement and joy. She had made significant progress in her martial arts, a tremendous leap. The flowing internal energy also brought comfort. She had taken a crucial step towards success, and she had to thank Chen Youliang for solving a difficult problem in her cultivation.
Zhou Zhiruo straightened her clothes and looked at Chen Youliang, who lay slumped on the ground. His scrotum was shrunken, his penis was bright red, and he was convulsing uncontrollably.
Chen Youliang looked at Zhou Zhiruo with fear. Zhou Zhiruo had undergone a miraculous change; she was even more beautiful. Although she had always been exceptionally beautiful, she was now even more remarkable, seemingly shrouded in a shimmering, ever-changing radiance.
Her eyes were clearer, rippling like autumn water, deep and unfathomable, brimming with an irrepressible joy.
However, Chen Youliang couldn't feel happy. His first defeat before a woman left him feeling utterly deflated. He had lost so completely; his fate was now entirely in the hands of the woman he had just dominated. It seemed that indulgence was dangerous; a hero couldn't be consumed by desire. He couldn't be considered a hero yet.
Zhou Zhiruo glanced at Chen Youliang, picked up his clothes, threw them at him, smiled slightly, and gracefully departed.
Chen Youliang stared blankly at her retreating figure.
"Don't go!"
Chen Youliang cried out in despair, feeling as if his soul had been taken away by her, never to return.
The end of this road of no return was beginning to reveal its dazzling brilliance, no longer a dreamlike haze. Zhou Zhiruo felt she was getting closer and closer; she was about to become a supreme master.
To fulfill her mission, she first had to become a supreme master. Although the road ahead was still uncertain, hope was alluring. Zhou Zhiruo, you are destined to be no ordinary person. Now, firstly, your martial arts have reached a completely new level, and it will become increasingly miraculous. Following that will be a brand new world, a world you can control.
Is it only through sexual intercourse with a man that one's martial arts can advance by leaps and bounds? This is a question I must answer.
Humming a little tune, I drove my carriage through the Jade Bottle Perilous Road when I encountered an ambush. Headless arrows struck the carriage. I deflected the arrows to protect my horse, trying not to startle it. "Gu Yang, you little brat, get out here!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
A hundred fiery-red female soldiers rushed to block the road, even pointing their bows and arrows at me with feigned seriousness.
A loud neighing—it was Gu Yang's little red horse—and a ball of fire flew down from the foothills like lightning. I was dizzy.
A valiant, agile, round-faced girl on horseback flew over, laughing, her swallow-feathered saber flashing with murderous intent.
"What's all the fuss about?"
She could actually withstand twenty-seven moves, and with all her might! I was quite pleased; this apprentice seemed promising.
I grabbed Gu Yang to spank her, but suddenly couldn't bring myself to do it. How had that little girl grown into such a graceful young woman in just six months?
Gu Yang smiled, "Master, what do you think of my soldiers?" Seeing my embarrassed expression, she blushed slightly.
She really had grown into a young lady. Gu Yang was sixteen this year, yet she still clung to me like a child. She sat on the carriage shaft, her head resting on my shoulder; I couldn't hug her anymore.
"Do you know I'm back?" "
They don't know, but Ai Xiaonong and the others came back last month. I figured you'd be back soon, so I've been coming to the Jade Bottle Perilous Road every day to train the soldiers."
We set off for Yongzhou in a grand procession, taking the faster land route.
"You should call him Mr. Ai, otherwise he always says I'm not a good teacher. How's the weather?" Gu Yang widened her round eyes.
"Does Ai Xiaonong dare to lecture you? I'll settle the score with him."
"Please, please don't cause any more trouble, or the Grand Tutor will punish me again."
Gu Yang stuck out her tongue. Mentioning my mother-in-law made her obedient; she hated hearing the Grand Tutor lecture her.
"The Grand Tutor is so good to me."
"That's true, but she always seems to dislike me."
"Why don't you divorce your master's wife and stop being the son-in-law of the An family? I'll be your wife."
Gu Yang blushed as she finished speaking. I reached out and pinched her nose. "Little brat, you want to get married?"
I didn't care; she'd been clamoring to marry me since she was nine.
"I asked you how the weather is. Is the spring planting going smoothly?"
"It's fine. The Grand Tutor said it'll be a good year. Jiutian can talk now."
"Really?" I exclaimed in surprise, jumping off the carriage.
"Take me to the yamen."
"You can ride my little red horse."
"The horse isn't as fast as me." I was already several feet away.
Climbing over the wall, a single leap from the top leads to the artificial hill, but be careful, as Xiao Xingyun has cleverly incorporated many traps into it. Climbing the weeping willows isn't safe either; they have bells hanging from them, which are quite pretty when lanterns are hung during festivals.
Below the willows is the Inkstone Washing Pond, with red carp. To the east of the pond is the "Listening to the Rain" pavilion, nestled among green bamboo. The original owner's first wife, An Jia, and their one-and-a-half-year-old son, Zhu Jiutian, live upstairs; downstairs is Si Si. You can't disturb Si Si; that girl has a sharp tongue. This
brat is so slow; he only started talking at a year and a half. His old man… I'm a little discouraged. I don't even know when I said that.
The bamboo house nestled among the jagged rocks to the west is Xiao Xingyun's "Silent Abode," a strange name for a strange person. Besides playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, this second son always gets into all sorts of inexplicable things—mechanical structures and construction. "Silent Abode"
is always smoky and chaotic, so we have to do our business in my dilapidated house. However, the second son is an excellent dancer; when he's naked, his dance under the lamplight is absolutely mesmerizing. Xiao Xingyun's waist is the most flexible I've ever seen.
Directly south is the "Brocade" Pavilion, the most respectable house in the entire courtyard. It was originally An Jia's parents' residence, but now only her mother-in-law
, Xie Yisheng, lives there alone. We need to think about finding her a companion; we've only thought about it, never dared to mention it, because mentioning it would cause a huge problem. Behind the Brocade Pavilion is a row of bungalows next to the kitchen, originally servants' quarters. We don't have any servants, so it's just me living there. Now there's also Miaomiao. According to the An family's rules, Miaomiao and I can't share a room, but it's easy to do it secretly, so she got pregnant. The second courtyard was where Uncle Anli and Ai Xiaonong lived. Further ahead was the main office lobby—definitely not the lobby, it was incredibly busy.
It was midday, bright and clear, making sneaking around difficult. Was Anjia taking a nap?
I saw Xiao Xingyun emerge from "Silence" wearing a pale yellow shirt, her hair disheveled, as if she'd just woken up. Even the most beautiful person would look unkempt if they were always unkempt.
She carried her fishing rod (without a hook) and sat under the weeping willow by the inkstone-washing pond, set up the rod, took off her shoes, dipped her slender, snow-white feet into the pond, and then rested her chin on her hands, lost in thought.
Always like this, who knows what she's thinking? When she first seduced me, she was so beautiful, so lively, a mischievous, angelic little girl—my heart was filled with sweetness.
I'm nineteen, and I've only been married to An Jia for a short time. My father-in-law and I went to Guiyang to visit his old friend, Xiao Xian. Somehow, Xiao Xingyun took a liking to me and seduced me into making a mistake.
She was the first woman I passively pursued. I had no idea she was so beautiful until Xiao Xian, in a fit of rage, forced her into marriage with me. I only saw her true face then. Apparently, after we got together, she went to Xiao Xian and my father-in-law, An Puyuan, crying and making a scene.
She and An Jia have known each other since childhood, and they get along well. An Jia, used to being gentle and easygoing, has become quite arrogant ever since becoming my mother-in-law Xie Yisheng's apprentice. She's always secretly plotting her own affairs and has even stipulated that we can only sleep together on the seventeenth of each month.
The seventeenth is her birthday, and she's even too lazy to dance anymore. It's difficult to get pregnant with only once a month; An Jia is a prime example. I only succeeded because I was incredibly bold and sneaky. Xiao Xingyun was willing; now I'll teach you a lesson about not being willing. I leap down from the tree, grab her from behind, and cover her mouth.
Xiao Xingyun jumped in fright, biting me and struggling, nearly pulling me into the inkstone-washing pool.
"It's me, don't yell,"
I begged. Xiao Xingyun giggled, showing no surprise.
"I knew it was you." I squatted down beside her, watching her little feet kicking in the water. She looked smug; her dimples were so pretty.
"No one else has that much skill, nor that much courage."
"Then why are you moving around?" I shook off my bitten hand.
"You're having a good time out there, not wanting to come home, while your family suffers for you."
"Suffers?"
"Go see your little sister! She went into premature labor last month, giving birth to a boy, and almost lost her life." Really? I counted on my fingers—only eight months.
She was crying loudly; it really was a boy, not as weak as a premature baby. Xiao Xingyun and I entered the dilapidated house. Miao Miao looked haggard and pale, only her bright almond eyes remained unchanged, filled with loving affection as she looked at the infant in her arms.
An Jia was taking care of her; she seemed a little thinner. She couldn't gain weight; as a very accomplished doctor, she was always busy.
Seeing me, An Jia could hardly believe it. "Little sister, Shaojun is back!" Miao Miao was both surprised and delighted.
"You rascal, it's all your fault!" Tears streamed down her face.
The child looks like me, which is bad; if he looked like his mother, he would be a handsome boy. Jiu Tian looks like An Jia, so he's handsome, except his lips are a bit thick, like mine. But I'm quite cute too, and I'm not bad either, otherwise how could I have hooked up with your mom? I laughed.
"Let's give him a name." Anjia took the child, afraid I'd mess it up. Being a mother makes you worry about your child, and this child is mine too, how could I mess it up so easily?
"How come he's so smooth, not a single wrinkle?"
"The child is lucky, born prematurely but both mother and child are safe."
"Then let's call him Zhu Haoming (Good Fortune).
" "I don't want it, it sounds awful."
Miaomiao objected, and I blushed.
"How about you name the second one?"
"A child with good fortune means everything goes smoothly."
Xiao Xingyun looked at the child's face, reached out and held the child's little hand, "Let's call him Wuji (No Taboos). No taboos."
"Okay, Sister Xing is so knowledgeable." Miaomiao was overjoyed.
“That’s a good name. Lord Xinling of the Warring States period, Wei Wuji, was also a remarkable hero. Our little Wuji will be a hero in the future, just like his father.”
Xiao Xingyun gasped. “No, let’s change it. Let’s name the eldest Jiutian (Nine Heavens) and the second Changgong (Long Bow).”
Wei Wuji’s fate wasn’t good. He was a hero for a lifetime, reigning supreme for a time, but ultimately died in despair. An Jia thought of this too and was about to speak.
I laughed heartily, “Let’s call him Zhu Wuji, we won’t change it.”
I didn’t know who Wei Wuji was, but considering that Zhang Wuji, who was known as the greatest in the world, shared the same name as my son, even though we were friends and it was awkward to compare, it would be good to have a little advantage in this respect.
An Jia had to take care of Miaomiao and Zhu Wuji, and Si Si brought Zhu Jiutian over to nurse. He was already like a little adult and could say “Dad.
” “Let’s have one too, a girl, and make them so envious.” I dragged Xiao Xingyun into my room, which was still spotless. An Jia must have cleaned it.
Xiao Xingyun blushed. "I don't want to, I'm only thirteen today."
"Why so many rules? I want it." I stubbornly took off her clothes.
Xiao Xingyun was surprisingly compliant. "Then let's have one." I was delighted.
"Are you envious because everyone else has had one?"
"I hate you."
Xiao Xingyun came over and hugged me. Well, she's going to rape me again. I can't show weakness.
"These precious artifacts and paintings are indeed exquisite." Xie Yisheng carefully appraised them. "However, each piece is priceless. It might not be easy to exchange them for cash."
Ai Xiaonong and Mo Zixie stared wide-eyed at the scene. They sighed when they heard that they had to exchange them for cash.
"Exchange them for what? Okay, I'll keep them." I was a little smug.
Xie Yisheng's face darkened. "Are we acting out of selfish desires? How are we any different from those high-ranking officials and corrupt bureaucrats? These precious artifacts and paintings, when converted into cash, can be used for the benefit of the people. The flood season is approaching, and Lingling is crisscrossed by waterways. Although the dikes have been reinforced in recent years, they are still not well-organized. Xingyun and I have planned a project to connect Lingling. Once completed, Lingling will no longer fear floods and droughts, benefiting future generations. However, we are hampered by a lack of funds and supplies. Furthermore, Han Shantong and Liu Futong in Henan have already risen up, and the world is about to descend into chaos. Heroes will fight the invaders together. We should also train our troops and prepare for the future. Money is needed everywhere; how can we indulge in personal enjoyment?"
Ugh! She'll have to lecture me again. She always thinks that because I haven't studied, I don't understand the principles of sages. A rough stone needs to be carved to become a radiant gem. The council drum in the main hall saved me.
It was Feng Ziyang, weary from his journey; he was also a disciple of An Puyuan.

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