The Legend of Money: Prequel

In the prequel to "The Legend of Money," the dark world was filled with desolation and sorrow, everything seemingly far removed from life.
Suddenly, the light brightened, but if you thought that was the end, you were wrong.
What came into view was an extremely lewd scene: a man and a beautiful woman were whispering sweet nothings to each other, both breathing softly.
The man watched the woman's breasts rise and fall, a lewd smile playing on his lips. "Sister-in-law, you don't need to pretend anymore. You clearly need a man! As the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders,' I've long wanted to enjoy the pleasures of love with you!" He then grabbed the woman's breasts with both hands, kneading them forcefully, a sinister smile on his face that chilled the heart.
The woman, panting heavily, managed to reply, "No, Brother Yu… Oh!… My husband just died, I… How could I betray him! Don't do this! Qi'er is still sleeping!" The man remained silent; at this moment, all words were superfluous. He wouldn't utter another word except to intensify his kneading.
The woman's eyes were filled with desire and passion, a look that drove the man even more mad.
Looking at the beautiful woman, he lewdly chuckled, "Sister-in-law, I know you've always been chaste and consider yourself impeccably pure. Now I want to see if you're as pure as you are under me, or if you're just wanton, hahaha! You're so beautiful, I'm afraid you'll melt in my mouth or fall from my hands.
I'll let you taste the pleasure I could never get from my brother." The man couldn't help but laugh loudly.
His hands caressed the woman's body, tracing her breasts downwards.
His eyes held a triumphant smile as he looked at her.
He was filled with smugness; he wanted to thoroughly humiliate her, to make her forever subservient to his lewd power.
The man kneaded her swollen, red breasts, and gently kissed her lips, savoring the deliciousness of her tender lips.
The woman trembled, only managing to clench her teeth, preserving the last vestige of her shyness and dignity.
The man savored the moment, then prepared to invade the woman's heart. He saw her eyes tightly closed, her teeth clenched, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
He fondled her breasts, which no one in the world dared to defile, kneading them vigorously. At the same time, his right hand pinched her tender nipple, applying slight pressure. The woman trembled, her tightly clenched lips parting slightly.
Taking advantage of this, the man's tongue enveloped her shy, delicate tongue, tasting it wantonly.
His hands moved closer to her private parts. He noticed a fleeting glint of light in her eyes, a triumphant gleam that vanished in an instant, filling him with immense satisfaction.
Just as he was about to penetrate further, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly slapped his back.
Instantly, darkness returned.
Ah! Qian Duo awoke with a start. It was that terrible dream again, the dream that had haunted him for nine years.
Who were that man and woman? What was their relationship with him? The servant boy, Gou Sheng, heard his young master's shouts and rushed in.
"Young master, are you alright? I heard you shouting. Should I go wake Master and Madam?" Gou Sheng said, panting.
"I'm fine, just had that dream again.
Go back to sleep! And don't disturb Father and Mother!" Qian Duo replied.
"Hmm! Young master, don't think so much. I'll take you to see a play tomorrow.
I heard a new opera troupe came to the city recently, and the young lady's figure is absolutely amazing!" Gou Sheng said, drooling.
"Alright, go quickly!" Qian Duo fell back asleep, this time sleeping soundly.
A lewd smile spread across his face! Qian Duo, the adopted son of the wealthy Qian family in Lin'an City, was fifteen years old this year.
Since coming to the Qian family at the age of six, he had shown extraordinary intelligence, mastering poetry and songs instantly.
Unfortunately, he was naturally dissolute and unrestrained, spending his time playing and looking at beautiful women.
"Who cut out these delicate leaves? The spring breeze of February is like scissors." In those lingering, moist spring days, filled with the subtle fragrance of flowers, Master Qian never paid attention to windows.
His eyes were always fixed on pretty women; windows were just a word to him, too empty and devoid of meaning.
Even long afterward, Master Qian couldn't figure out whether he was blessed or suffering.
Why did he suddenly become interested in that window across the street that day?
That evening, as spring, enduring its pain, squeezed its withered breasts to sprinkle misty drizzle upon the world, Gou Sheng suddenly noticed that Master Qian's gaze had crossed the low-hanging rain curtain and was shockingly fixed on an exquisite window.
The window's style was very antique; what was slightly attractive was its large size and height, its delicate craftsmanship, and its deep red paint, displaying an air of dignity. The small plum blossom lattice seemed fragile, as if it couldn't withstand a single ray of sunlight.
The window latch was probably not properly secured; a slight breeze caused it to open halfway, the creaking sound still startling even amidst the wind and rain.
Young Master Qian stopped abruptly.
He stood inside, peering forward, as if trying to become a beam of light to see what was happening.
Gou Sheng saw several women selling camellias, each holding a colorful paper umbrella, gracefully passing by. One of them was completely soaked from the waist down, revealing her round, pert buttocks and long, slender legs.
Gou Sheng nudged the dazed Young Master Qian, gesturing for him to look at that wet, alluring sight. But Young Master Qian paid no attention, chuckled softly, and continued to scrutinize the window opposite.
Young Master Qian's actions greatly surprised Gou Sheng. In the past, Young Master Qian would have eagerly rushed to the window to see for himself. He
might even have parted the raindrops to get a better view.
Perhaps a few raindrops would have been shattered by his eagerness, painfully choosing to separate.
But all of this left Gou Sheng completely bewildered.
From then on, Master Qian seemed possessed, constantly staring at the window opposite. What was he expecting? A few days later, the window suddenly opened like a throbbing clam.
Master Qian knew clearly that he could see that mark again.
It seemed as if heaven was helping; sunlight shone on the window, making everything so clear.
A pair of hands slowly emerged from within—a woman's hands, fair and delicate, yet remarkably long and slender. When she casually placed her hand on the windowsill, a fire mark appeared on the back of her hand.
The hand moved gently, so casually and naturally.
Suddenly, it seemed to sense Master Qian's fervent and joyful gaze, and vanished silently.
Although it was only for a moment, Qian Duo was still extremely excited.
This stemmed from his yearning for his true parentage.
Indeed, Qian Duo was not Master Qian's biological son.
Master Qian, a philanthropist, had no children of his own. Qian Duo was a child he rescued from the edge of a cliff while traveling for business.
Qian Duo was six years old that year, his clothes torn by tree branches—presumably the very branches that saved his life.
However, due to a severe head injury, Qian Duo lost all his memories.
Master Qian believed in fate and took him home to raise, and his wife treated him as her own son.
But Qian Duo knew he wasn't their biological child and was constantly searching for his birth parents.
His only solace was the fire-marked jade pendant he had worn since childhood.
Now that he had finally found a clue about his origins, how could he give up?
On the night his fate was turned upside down, Qian Duo felt a pang of pity and sympathy for the cold moon hanging in the sky.
He stood alone under his tall tree, looking at the moon through the lush foliage, feeling that the moon was as lonely as he was.
So lonely and desolate that he even wanted to throw his newly bought jade plate into the sky to keep it company.
That moonlit night had gradually faded and blurred in everyone else's memories, but it remained vividly in Qian Duo's mind.
The moon that night was so bright that one could see the jade tree in the moon palace, and a horizontal white cloud made the moon's shape resemble a beautiful breast.
Young Master Qian secretly slipped out of the house, leaving his family and Gou Sheng behind. He walked slowly, the moon following him closely in the sky. He felt the moonlight dripping from his hair, and his heart was itching with arousal from the shimmering, misty moonlight. The mysterious call from the window ignited a powerful urge in him: Climb in! He had to get in! Qian Duo's strong belief was like a dense, dark cloud, obscuring the increasingly bright moonlight. He reached into his robes and pulled out an iron claw, the kind only martial arts masters would use.
The claw was old, pitch black with no reflection.
Young Master Qian gripped the rope and swung the claw around a few times, the whooshing sound echoing powerfully in the still night.
As he swung, the claw landed on the windowsill like a bat, strangely, without a sound.
Young Master Qian looked around and found the streets deserted except for the night breeze and moonlight.
A smile spread across his face, his heart pounding with longing. As he climbed the rope, he felt he was about to grasp his long-held dream.
Despite his thoughts, he didn't loosen his grip, and soon his hand touched the windowsill.
An indescribable impulse seized him.
He had finally touched the window.
At that moment, he almost fainted from ecstasy.
The window opened silently, revealing a dark and eerily quiet interior.
But Qian couldn't care less now. He wished he were a true martial arts master, able to leap up and ask the owner the questions he had always wanted to ask.
Then he saw those familiar hands! Undoubtedly, those hands were beautiful, exquisitely crafted, like works of art, not something an ordinary person could possess.
In the dim moonlight, Qian Duo clearly saw those hands slowly reaching for the rope he was clutching, the sharp nails exuding a rich rose scent.
With a simple flick of the wrist, Qian Duo, rope and all, was pulled into the room.
Was this the world behind that window? It was tidy, without any superfluous decorations, very simple and serene.
Judging from the furnishings, Qian Duo knew the owner was a quiet person.
"Who are you? Why are you here in the middle of the night?
If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll kill you." Only then did Qian Duo notice the owner in the darkness.
She was dressed in white, as white as snow, revealing a faint ethereal beauty.
Her exquisite face was so beautiful that no words could describe it. Her
cold face carried a touch of holiness, giving people a sense of sacred inviolability.
Her bright eyes shone with a captivating light, intoxicating. She
deeply attracted Qian Duo, so much so that he didn't even answer his previous question.
The mistress's face grew increasingly cold, and swiftly, a jade-like hand was placed on Qian Duo's chest. Without a doubt, the charming young master would be dead in moments.
Suddenly, the beautiful hand stopped; she seemed to have seen something.
The mistress abruptly pulled down Qian Duo's jade pendant, saying, "Speak! Where did you steal this pendant from?" Qian Duo panicked and hurriedly said, "This pendant has been with me since I was a child, give it back to me!" He stepped forward to retrieve the pendant,
only to find he had grasped empty air.
The woman in white had somehow appeared behind him.
By the moonlight, she carefully examined Qian Duo's face.
Time seemed to stand still. After an unknown amount of time, the woman in white returned the pendant to Qian Duo, saying, "You look very much like your father!" Qian Duo couldn't believe his ears: "You know my father? Where is he now? Why didn't he want me?" "He's dead!" the woman in white cruelly uttered, then walked into the house.
Qian Duo rushed forward, asking, "Who? Who killed my father? Why did they kill him?" He broke down in tears. "What good will it do you know? I'll only consider telling you about your background
after you become the top scholar in both the civil and military examinations. Starting tomorrow night, wait for me at the Seven Star Pavilion outside town. I'll teach you the ways of the world. Hurry up and call me Master." The woman in white sighed. "Master, please accept my bow." This was perhaps the quickest decision Qian Duo had ever made in his life. Before the woman in white could finish speaking, Qian Duo had already knelt and kowtowed three times. "Alright, my name is Yang Ruo. People in the martial arts world call me the Witch. Are you afraid?" Her tone remained cold. "No! I think Master is the most beautiful sister I've ever seen!" Qian Duo said very seriously. "Look at your sweet talk. Alright, go back now. Remember to come to the Seven Star Pavilion tomorrow." The woman in white's tone became warm for the first time, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly. The seasons drifted by in his memories like willow catkins. Qian Duo had been studying under Yang Ruo for five years. During this time, Yang Ruo taught him music, chess, calligraphy, painting, meditation, and breathing exercises, but she had never taught him any martial arts moves. Although Qian Duo was quite puzzled, he still respected Yang Ruo greatly. That year, Qian Duo was twenty years old and, whether by his father's or his master's orders, was to go to the capital to take the imperial examination. That night, Yang Ruo's face was still pale, and she coughed incessantly. Qian Duo helped Yang Ruo sit down and said, "Master, your injuries haven't healed after so long. Please take good care of yourself while I'm gone!" Yang Ruo gently replied, "Duo'er, you don't need to worry about me. Instead, you must be careful! The world is dangerous; don't be careless! You must win first place! I'll wait for you to return!" She then straightened Qian Duo's clothes and smiled sweetly. Looking at his master's exquisite face, her long, lustrous hair cascading over her shoulders, her fair skin like snow, and her slender figure curvaceous beneath her thin white robe, Qian Duo's breathing became heavy, and a part of his body subtly changed. Qian Duo immediately turned away, concealing his presence, and waved to Yang Ruo, saying, "Master, this disciple takes his leave!" He then hurried home, leaving Yang Ruo standing alone in the dim moonlight. Back home, Qian Duo couldn't fall asleep, his mind constantly filled with his master's radiant smile. His vision began to blur. In his dream, Yang Ruo, naked, appeared beside Qian Duo. With a soft moan, she collapsed into his arms. Years of desire had made Qian Duo forget his master-disciple relationship; he greedily buried his head in Yang Ruo's neck, kissing her fragrant skin. Yang Ruo's delicate hand also reached between Qian Duo's legs, gently caressing his semi-erect penis.

As Qian Duo's penis pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, Yang Ruo softly murmured, "Duo'er...take me...I want you..." Qian Duo, as if hearing heavenly music, rolled over and pinned Yang Ruo beneath him. He slowly parted her legs, guiding his penis straight in with his hand, but unexpectedly, it veered off course, scraping against his penis and causing a slight pain.
Yang Ruo couldn't help but giggle. Embarrassed, Qian Duo could only beg for her help.
Yang Ruo gently tapped his head, then lightly guided his penis to her vagina, gesturing for Qian Duo to insert it.
At this point, even a fool would know what to do.
Qian Duo's buttocks sank, and he thrust his penis inside. It was wet, hot, slippery, and tight—the ultimate pleasure for a man.
Qian Duo pressed down on Yang Ruo's genitals, supporting himself on the bed, fiercely releasing his desire.
The penis slid in and out of her wet, pink, tender hole rapidly. Yang Ruo's legs rested gently on Qian Duo's thighs, slightly bent, her smooth skin burning with Qian Duo's lust. Her two crystal-clear toes were pointed straight, swaying with Qian Duo's thrusts.
"Oh...oh...oh...Duo'er, slow down, don't tire yourself out...ah..." Yang Ruo absorbed Qian Duo's lust like a sponge, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her hands kneading her breasts, her lower body thrusting forward so that Qian Duo could penetrate her core with every thrust.
"Is it comfortable...Master...I've liked you since the first time I saw you..." Qian Duo lay down, his strong chest pressing against Yang Ruo's full breasts, flattening the two mounds of flesh on her chest. He pressed his whole body against Yang Ruo, his buttocks swaying rapidly.
"Good, Duo'er, Master feels so good...I like it too...I like Duo'er's big cock...I...yes...continue..." Yang Ruo was now completely different from her usual self, truly becoming a witch, lewd words flowing out continuously.
"What did you say?" Qian Duo reluctantly stopped moving. Yang Ruo's vagina was too tight, and the tingling sensation on his penis made Qian Duo's buttocks wriggle involuntarily.
"Huff...huff...I said...I want you to go harder, I like it when you're like this." Yang Ruo was panting, her skin a vibrant pink, lying on top of Qian Duo as if she had just emerged from the water, her body soaking wet, her face flushed with desire, and her eyes sparkling with a strange flame.
"Master, do you like this?" Qian Duo asked earnestly.
"Yes, I've always liked you, I..." Yang Ruo blushed like a shy maiden.
"I want to call you Ruo'er," Qian Duo said tentatively.
"Yes! Ruo'er will always be yours..." Yang Ruo's answer was firm.
This made Qian Duo's heart flutter with joy.
He didn't speak again, but simply lifted Yang Ruo's legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, frantically licking her jade-like thighs. His hands kneaded her full breasts forcefully, sucking and licking her nipples, while his lower body thrust into her with all his might, as if he wanted to shove his testicles inside her as well.
Yang Ruo beneath him moaned with pleasure, her cries growing louder and louder until she reached a state of near frenzy.
Qian Duo clearly felt that Yang Ruo's vaginal muscles contracted more intensely than ever before, as if some magical force was sucking his penis in.
Currents of pleasure surged through his spine, converging in his testicles.
Gradually, Yang Ruo's voice became indistinct, turning into a muffled, whimpering chant, not a melody, but a long, drawn-out hum. As the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh grew more rapid, Yang Ruo's humming became increasingly excited, like a boatman struggling against a raging river, his muscles trembling under the immense pressure! Qian Duo, meanwhile, thrust repeatedly into Yang Ruo's lower body with all his might, his wet, thick penis rapidly entering and exiting her two pink, fleshy labia, causing the pink flesh inside to constantly turn outwards. White, sticky bodily fluids seeped from the crevice between their bodies with each thrust, coating her entire groin with the repeated slapping of Qian Duo's scrotum.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...it's coming...ahhhhh..." Yang Ruo's voice suddenly rose high, as if she were shouting out all the strength in her body with this cry.
Then Yang Ruo's body stiffened instantly, arching backward with all her might, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth wide open but unable to utter a sound, her nails digging into Qian Duo's arm flesh, her legs almost crushing Qian Duo's waist, and she began to convulse rhythmically.
Her vagina contracted and writhed rhythmically, each tremor releasing a gush of love fluid onto Qian Duo's glans.
At the same time, Qian Duo thrust violently like a raging bull, the tingling sensation on his swollen glans growing stronger and stronger, Qian Duo's anal muscles contracting into a tight knot, his testicles throbbing, he couldn't take it anymore! It was about to come! With that feeling of extreme fullness, Qian Duo hugged Yang Ruo tightly, thrusting one last time into the deepest part of Yang Ruo's body.
The final passion finally erupted, Qian Duo's penis throbbing violently inside Yang Ruo's beautiful vagina, with the contraction of his scrotum, streams of hot semen were squeezed out, spraying wildly, hitting Yang Ruo's cervix hard.
Yang Ruo convulsed wildly, her nails digging into Qian Duo's flesh.
Qian Duo clung tightly to Yang Ruo's waist, trembling and convulsing involuntarily with the rhythm of ejaculation.
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out: "Young Master, it's time to get up! We need to get up early! Young Master!" It was just a dream, yet it felt so real.
How could I do this? That was my master! Touching the still-warm semen on his pants, Qian Duo fell into deep thought.
After a hurried breakfast, Qian Duo, along with Gou Sheng, embarked on their journey to the capital, carrying countless hopes and questions. Our protagonist officially entered the world of martial arts.
What awaited him? Please read the main story.
The Legend of Qian Duo: Prequel In a dark world, there was only desolation and sorrow; everything seemed far, far away from life.
Suddenly, the light brightened. If you thought that was the end, you were wrong.
What came into view was an extremely lewd scene: a man and a beautiful woman whispering sweet nothings, both breathing softly.
The man, watching the woman's breasts rise and fall, lewdly grinned, "Sister-in-law, you don't need to pretend anymore. You clearly need a man! As the saying goes, 'Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders,' I've wanted to enjoy the pleasures of love with you for a long time!" He then grabbed the woman's breasts with both hands, kneading them forcefully, his sinister smile chilling to the bone.
The woman, panting heavily, managed a weak reply, "No, Brother Yu… Oh!… My husband just died, I… How could I betray him! Please don't do this! Qi'er is still sleeping!" The man remained silent; at this moment, all words were superfluous. He wouldn't utter another word, except to intensify his kneading.
The woman's eyes were filled with desire and passion, a look that drove the man even more mad.
The man, leering at the beautiful woman, said, "Sister-in-law, I know you've always been chaste and consider yourself impeccably pure. Now I want to see if you're as pure as I am, or if you're wanton beneath me, hahaha! You're so beautiful, I'm afraid you'll melt in my mouth or fall from my hands.
I'll let you taste the pleasure you could never get from my brother." The man couldn't help but laugh loudly.
His hands caressed the woman's body, tracing a path down her breasts.
His eyes held a smug smile as he looked at the beautiful woman.
In his heart, he was filled with pride; he wanted to thoroughly humiliate her and make her forever submit to his lewd power.
The man kneaded her swollen, red breasts, and gently kissed her small mouth, savoring the delicious taste of her tender lips.
The woman trembled, only managing to clench her teeth, preserving the last vestige of her shyness and dignity.
After savoring for a while, the man was about to penetrate her, but seeing the woman's tightly closed eyes and clenched teeth, a mischievous smile appeared in her eyes.
He wantonly fondled the woman's breasts, which countless men dared not defile, kneading them vigorously. His right hand pinched the tender nipple, and with a slight pressure, the woman trembled, her tightly clenched lips parting slightly.
Taking advantage of this, the man
's tongue enveloped her shy, delicate tongue, savoring it wantonly. His hands also moved closer to the woman's private parts. He noticed a fleeting glint of light in her eyes, which vanished in an instant, and he felt immense satisfaction.
Just as he was about to penetrate further, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly struck back with his palm.
Instantly, darkness returned.
Ah! Qian Duo jolted awake. It was that terrible dream again, the dream that had haunted him for nine years.
Who were that man and woman? What was their relationship to him? The servant boy, Gou Sheng, heard his young master's cry and rushed in.
"Young Master, are you alright? I heard you shouting. Should I go wake Master and Madam?" Gou Sheng said, panting.
"I'm fine, just had that dream again.
Go back to sleep! And don't disturb Father and Mother!" Qian Duo replied.
"Okay! Young Master, don't think about it so much. I'll take you to see a play tomorrow.
I heard a new opera troupe came to the city recently, and the young lady's figure is absolutely amazing!" Gou Sheng said, drooling.
"Alright, go ahead!" Qian Duo fell back asleep, this time sleeping soundly.
A lewd smile appeared on his face! Qian Duo, the adopted son of Master Qian of Lin'an City, is fifteen years old this year.
Since coming to the Qian family at the age of six, he has shown extraordinary intelligence, mastering poetry and songs with ease.
Unfortunately, he is naturally dissolute and unrestrained, and besides playing, he only likes to look at beautiful women.
"Who cut out these delicate leaves? The spring breeze of February is like scissors." In those lingering, moist spring days, filled with the subtle fragrance of flowers, Master Qian never paid attention to windows.
His eyes were always fixed on pretty women; windows were just a word to him, too empty and devoid of meaning.
Even long afterward, Master Qian couldn't figure out whether he was blessed or suffering.
Why did he suddenly become interested in that window across the street that day?
That evening, as spring, enduring its pain, squeezed its withered breasts to sprinkle misty drizzle upon the world, Gou Sheng suddenly noticed that Master Qian's gaze had crossed the low-hanging rain curtain and was shockingly fixed on an exquisite window.
The window's style was very antique; what was slightly attractive was its large size and height, its delicate craftsmanship, and its deep red paint, displaying an air of dignity. The small plum blossom lattice seemed fragile, as if it couldn't withstand a single ray of sunlight.
The window latch was probably not properly secured; a slight breeze caused it to open halfway, the creaking sound still startling even amidst the wind and rain.
Young Master Qian stopped abruptly.
He stood inside, peering forward, as if trying to become a beam of light to see what was happening.
Gou Sheng saw several women selling camellias, each holding a colorful paper umbrella, gracefully passing by. One of them was completely soaked from the waist down, revealing her round, pert buttocks and long, slender legs.
Gou Sheng nudged the dazed Young Master Qian, gesturing for him to look at that wet, alluring sight. But Young Master Qian paid no attention, chuckled softly, and continued to scrutinize the window opposite.
Young Master Qian's actions greatly surprised Gou Sheng. In the past, Young Master Qian would have eagerly rushed to the window to see for himself. He
might even have parted the raindrops to get a better view.
Perhaps a few raindrops would have been shattered by his eagerness, painfully choosing to separate.
But all of this left Gou Sheng completely bewildered.
From then on, Master Qian seemed possessed, constantly staring at the window opposite. What was he expecting? A few days later, the window suddenly opened like a throbbing clam.
Master Qian knew clearly that he could see that mark again.
It seemed as if heaven was helping; sunlight shone on the window, making everything so clear.
A pair of hands slowly emerged from within—a woman's hands, fair and delicate, yet remarkably long and slender. When she casually placed her hand on the windowsill, a fire mark appeared on the back of her hand.
The hand moved gently, so casually and naturally.
Suddenly, it seemed to sense Master Qian's fervent and joyful gaze, and vanished silently.
Although it was only for a moment, Qian Duo was still extremely excited.
This stemmed from his yearning for his true parentage.
Indeed, Qian Duo was not Master Qian's biological son.
Master Qian, a philanthropist for most of his life, had no children. Qian Duo was a child he rescued from a cliff while traveling for business.
Qian Duo was six years old that year, his clothes torn by tree branches—the very branches that had saved his life.
However, due to a severe head injury, Qian Duo lost his memories.
Master Qian believed in fate and took him home to raise him, his wife treating him as her own son.
But Qian Duo knew he wasn't their biological child and had always been searching for his birth parents.
His only support was the fire-marked jade pendant he had worn since childhood.
Now that he had finally found a clue to his origins, how could he give up?
On the night his fate changed, Qian Duo felt a pang of pity and sympathy for the cold moon hanging in the sky.
He stood alone under his family's tall tree, looking at the moon through the dense foliage, feeling that the moon was as lonely as he was.
So cold and desolate, he even wanted to throw his newly bought jade plate into the sky to keep it company.
Such a moonlit night has faded into distant and blurred memories for everyone, but it remains vividly etched in Qian Duo's mind.
That night, the moon was so bright that one could see the jade trees in the moon palace, and a horizontal white cloud made its shape resemble a beautiful breast.
Young Master Qian secretly slipped out of the house, away from his family and Gou Sheng. He walked slowly, the moon following him step by step in the sky. He felt the moonlight dripping from his hair, and his heart was itching with the teasing, shimmering moonlight. The mysterious call from the window ignited a powerful urge within him: Climb in! He had to get in! Qian Duo's intense belief, like a dense dark cloud, obscured the ever-brightening moonlight. He reached into his robes and rummaged around for a moment, pulling out an iron claw typically used by martial arts masters.
The claw was old, pitch black, without a trace of luster.
Young Master Qian gripped the rope, twirling the iron claw a few times; the whooshing sound it produced echoed powerfully in the still night.
As he swung it, the claw, like a bat, landed on the windowsill, strangely without a sound.
Young Master Qian looked around and found no one in sight, except for the night breeze and moonlight wandering the streets.
A smile spread across his face; his heart, filled with longing, suddenly surged. As he climbed the rope, he felt he was about to grasp his long-held dream.
Despite his thoughts, he didn't loosen his grip, and soon his palm touched the windowsill.
An indescribable impulse seized him.
He had finally touched the window.
At that moment, he almost fainted from ecstasy.
The window opened silently, revealing a dark and eerily quiet interior.
But Qian Duo couldn't care less now; he wished he were a true martial arts master, able to leap up and ask the owner the questions he'd always wanted to ask.
Then he saw those familiar hands! Undoubtedly, they were beautiful, exquisitely crafted, like works of art, not something an ordinary person could possess.
In the dim moonlight, Qian Duo clearly saw those hands slowly reach for the rope he was clutching, the sharp nails exuding a rich rose scent. With
a simple flick of the wrist, Qian Duo was pulled into the room, rope and all.
Was this the world behind that window? It was tidy, sparsely decorated, and serenely simple.
Judging from the furnishings, Qian Duo knew the owner was a quiet person.
"Who are you? Why are you here in the middle of the night?
If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll kill you." Only then did Qian Duo realize who the owner was in the darkness.
She was dressed in snow-white, her figure ethereal and graceful.
Her exquisite face was beyond description.
A cold demeanor, yet possessing a holy quality, gave her an aura of inviolability.
Her bright eyes shone with captivating charm, mesmerizing all who beheld her. She
so deeply captivated Qian Duo that he forgot to answer his earlier question. The
mistress's face grew even colder, and swiftly, a jade-like hand was placed on Qian Duo's heart. Without a doubt, the charming young master would be dead in moments.
Suddenly, the beautiful hand stopped; she seemed to have seen something.
The mistress abruptly pulled down Qian Duo's jade pendant, saying, "Speak! Where did you steal this jade pendant from?" Qian Duo panicked and hurriedly said, "This jade pendant has been with me since I was a child. Give it back to me!" He stepped forward to retrieve the pendant,
only to find he had grasped empty air.
The woman in white had somehow appeared behind him,
carefully examining Qian Duo's face by the moonlight.
Time seemed to stand still. After an unknown amount of time, the woman in white returned the jade pendant to Qian Duo, saying, "You look a lot like your father!" Qian Duo couldn't believe his ears: "You know my father? Where is he now? Why didn't he want me?" "He's dead!" The woman in white cruelly left behind these words, then walked into the house.
Qian Duo rushed forward and asked, "Who killed my father? Why did they kill him?" He was already sobbing uncontrollably.
"What good will it do you even if you know?
I'll only consider telling you about your background after
you become the top scholar in both civil and military affairs. Starting tomorrow night, wait for me at the Seven Star Pavilion outside the town.
I'll teach you the ways of both literature and martial arts. Now, call me Master." The woman in white sighed and said.
"Master, please accept my bow." This was perhaps the quickest decision Qian Duo had ever made
in his life. Before the woman in white could finish speaking, Qian Duo had already knelt and kowtowed three times.
"Alright, my name is Yang Ruo. People in the martial arts world call me the Witch.
Are you afraid?" Her tone remained cold.
"No! I think Master is the most beautiful sister I've ever seen!" Qian Duo said very seriously.
"Look at your sweet talk! Alright, go back now.
Remember to come to the Seven Star Pavilion tomorrow." The white-clad woman's tone became warm for the first time, and a slight smile curved her lips.
The seasons drifted by in her memories like willow catkins. Qian Duo had been studying under Yang Ruo for five years. During this time, Yang Ruo taught him music, chess, calligraphy, painting, meditation, and breathing exercises,
but never any martial arts techniques. Although Qian Duo was quite puzzled, he still respected Yang Ruo greatly.
That year, Qian Duo turned twenty and was going to the capital to take the imperial examination, whether at his father's or his master's behest.
That night, Yang Ruo's face was still pale, and she coughed incessantly.
Qian Duo helped Yang Ruo sit down and said, "Master, your injuries haven't healed after so long. Please take good care of yourself while I'm gone!" Yang Ruo gently replied, "Duo'er, you don't need to worry about me.
Instead, you must be careful! The world is dangerous; don't be careless! You must win first place! I'll wait for you to return!" She then straightened Qian Duo's clothes and smiled sweetly.
Gazing at his master's exquisite face, her long, lustrous hair cascading over her shoulders, her fair skin like snow, and her slender figure curvaceous beneath her thin white robe, Qian Duo's breathing became heavy, and a part of his body subtly began to change.
Qian Duo immediately turned away, covering himself, and waved to Yang Ruo, saying, "Master, this disciple takes his leave!" He then hurried home, leaving Yang Ruo standing alone in the dim moonlight.
Back home, Qian Duo couldn't sleep, his mind constantly filled with his master's radiant smile.
Unconsciously, his vision began to blur.
In his dream, Yang Ruo, naked, came to Qian Duo's side.
With a soft moan, she collapsed into his arms. Years of desire had made Qian Duo forget the bond between master and disciple; he greedily buried his head in Yang Ruo's neck, kissing her fragrant skin.
Yang Ruo's jade-like hand also reached between Qian Duo's legs, gently caressing his semi-erect penis.
As Qian Duo's penis pressed firmly against her lower abdomen, Yang Ruo softly murmured, "Duo'er...take me...I want you..." Qian Duo, as if hearing heavenly music, rolled over and pinned Yang Ruo beneath him. He slowly parted her legs, guiding his penis straight in with his hand, but unexpectedly, it veered off course, scraping against his penis and causing a slight pain.
Yang Ruo couldn't help but giggle. Embarrassed, Qian Duo could only beg for her help.
Yang Ruo gently tapped his head, then lightly guided his penis to her vagina, gesturing for Qian Duo to insert it.
At this point, even a fool would know what to do.
Qian Duo's buttocks sank, and he thrust his penis inside. It was wet, hot, slippery, and tight—the ultimate pleasure for a man.
Qian Duo pressed down on Yang Ruo's genitals, supporting himself on the bed, fiercely releasing his desire.
The penis slid in and out of her wet, pink, tender hole rapidly. Yang Ruo's legs rested gently on Qian Duo's thighs, slightly bent, her smooth skin burning with Qian Duo's lust. Her two crystal-clear toes were pointed straight, swaying with Qian Duo's thrusts.
"Oh...oh...oh...Duo'er, slow down, don't tire yourself out...ah..." Yang Ruo absorbed Qian Duo's lust like a sponge, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, her hands kneading her breasts, her lower body thrusting forward so that Qian Duo could penetrate her core with every thrust.
"Is it comfortable...Master...I've liked you since the first time I saw you..." Qian Duo lay down, his strong chest pressing against Yang Ruo's full breasts, flattening the two mounds of flesh on her chest. He pressed his whole body against Yang Ruo, his buttocks swaying rapidly.
"Good, Duo'er, Master feels so good...I like it too...I like Duo'er's big cock...I...yes...continue..." Yang Ruo was now completely different from her usual self, truly becoming a witch, lewd words flowing out continuously.
"What did you say?" Qian Duo barely stopped moving. Yang Ruo's vagina was too tight, and the tingling sensation on his penis made Qian Duo's buttocks wriggle involuntarily.
"Huff...huff...I said...I want you to go harder, I like it when you're like this." Yang Ruo was panting, her skin a vibrant pink, lying limply beneath Qian Duo as if she had just emerged from the water, her whole body wet, her face flushed with desire, and her eyes gleaming with a strange flame.
"Master, do you like it like this?" Qian Duo asked earnestly.
“Yes, I’ve always liked you, I…” Yang Ruo blushed like a shy maiden.
“I want to call you Ruo’er,” Qian Duo tentatively said.
“Yes! Ruo’er will always be yours…” Yang Ruo’s answer was firm,
making Qian Duo overjoyed.
He didn’t say anything more, but simply lifted Yang Ruo’s legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, frantically licking her jade-like legs, kneading her full breasts with both hands, sucking and licking her nipples, while thrusting his lower body into her with all his might, wishing he could shove his testicles in as well.
Yang Ruo beneath him moaned with pleasure, her voice growing louder and louder, until she was almost in a frenzy.
Qian Duo clearly felt that Yang Ruo’s beautiful vagina contracted more intensely than ever before, as if some magical force was sucking his penis in.
Currents of pleasure swirled through his body along his spine, converging in his testicles.
Gradually, Yang Ruo's voice became indistinct, turning into a muffled, whimpering chant, not a melody, but a long, drawn-out hum. As the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh grew more rapid, Yang Ruo's humming became increasingly excited, like a boatman struggling against a raging river, his muscles trembling under the immense pressure! Qian Duo, meanwhile, thrust repeatedly into Yang Ruo's lower body with all his might, his wet, thick penis rapidly entering and exiting her two pink, fleshy labia, causing the pink flesh inside to constantly turn outwards. White, sticky bodily fluids seeped from the crevice between their bodies with each thrust, coating her entire groin with the repeated slapping of Qian Duo's scrotum.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...it's coming...ahhhhh..." Yang Ruo's voice suddenly rose high, as if she were shouting out all the strength in her body with this cry.
Then Yang Ruo's body stiffened instantly, arching backward with all her might, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth wide open but unable to utter a sound, her nails digging into Qian Duo's arm flesh, her legs almost crushing Qian Duo's waist, and she began to convulse rhythmically.
Her vagina contracted and writhed rhythmically, each tremor releasing a gush of love fluid onto Qian Duo's glans.
At the same time, Qian Duo thrust violently like a raging bull, the tingling sensation on his swollen glans growing stronger and stronger, Qian Duo's anal muscles contracting into a tight knot, his testicles throbbing, he couldn't take it anymore! It was about to come! With that feeling of extreme fullness, Qian Duo hugged Yang Ruo tightly, thrusting one last time into the deepest part of Yang Ruo's body.
The final passion finally erupted, Qian Duo's penis throbbing violently inside Yang Ruo's beautiful vagina, with the contraction of his scrotum, streams of hot semen were squeezed out, spraying wildly, hitting Yang Ruo's cervix hard.
Yang Ruo convulsed wildly, her nails digging into Qian Duo's flesh.
Qian Duo clung tightly to Yang Ruo's waist, trembling and convulsing involuntarily with the rhythm of ejaculation.
Just then, a familiar voice rang out: "Young Master, it's time to get up! We need to get up early! Young Master!" It was just a dream, yet it felt so real.
How could I do this? That was my master! Touching the still-warm semen on his pants, Qian Duo fell into deep thought.
After a hurried breakfast, Qian Duo, along with Gou Sheng, embarked on their journey to the capital. Filled with countless hopes and questions, our protagonist officially stepped into the world of martial arts.
What awaited him? Please read on.

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