Silver Prince

1.
His profession wasn't assassination, but he had to kill.
He didn't want gold or jewels, nor fame and fortune, but only the life of his beloved.
In truth, with a mere wave of his hand, countless people would willingly pay the price for his life, yet he needed none.
It was this same man who, years ago, abandoned his comfortable family, embraced his beloved, and left without a trace of regret, leaving his home and the martial world.
From then on, the world lost a dashing young man and gained a mysterious, silver-clad assassin…
He always appeared on moonlit nights, clad in a striking silver robe, his movements as swift as a whirlwind. His sword, like him, flashed with a beautiful yet cruel light, instantly taking lives.
Everyone called him the Silver Prince, yet no one knew what he looked like.
The reason was simple: those who had seen him were already in the underworld.
The rooster crowed, and the east began to lighten with the first light of dawn.
The person on the bed frowned slightly, murmured a few times, and finally slowly opened their long, slender phoenix eyes. A pair of deep eyes were staring at them. The owner of the phoenix eyes let out a soft gasp and revealed a pale smile: "Shen Hong, you're back."
"Mm." The man called Shen Hong sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the sleeping person into his arms, brushed away the stray black hair from his forehead, and then kissed him with his slightly full lips…
"Are you alright, Qinghua? I got you some medicine, take it quickly." Releasing the person who was suffocating from the kiss, Shen Hong took a delicate little porcelain bottle from his waist, poured out a pale green pill, and fed it to Qinghua.
"Shen Hong…" After swallowing the pill, Qinghua looked at his lover with melancholy, his eyes shifting from lust to pain: "Did you kill someone for me again?" His slender hand stroked Shen Hong's strong arm. Shen Hong remained silent, turning his head to give a soft "Mm," seemingly unwilling to talk further.
"Stop like this, Shen Hong. You've done so much for me. A life for a single pill, each pill representing a life you risked for me... and so much blood you've spilled for me... um..." Before he could say anything more, Shen Hong's lips sealed his mouth. But this couldn't go on. Someone like him didn't deserve Shen Hong's love. If she knew the truth one day, would she still cherish him so much? He was just a petty manipulator, a spy planted by Lord Yan Ying beside Shen Hong. One day he would betray Shen Hong. No matter how much Shen Hong loved him or did for him, his life belonged to Lord Yan Ying. Forever, he could only obey Lord Yan Ying, even if Lord Yan Ying ordered him to kill Shen Hong…
“Don’t say anything. You are the person I love most. What can’t I do for you…” Pressing down on him, Shen Hong began to unbutton his clothes, gently kissing his neck and every inch of his skin… All
he could see was Shen Hong’s handsome face…
“I will try my best to prolong your life… If it really doesn’t work… let’s die together… let’s die together, okay…” Qinghua’s gaze was fixed on his deep eyes, unable to escape, tears of emotion streaming down his face: “Okay… Shen Hong… hold me tight… hold me tight…”
If there is no other way, we can die together. Maybe in the underworld, I can protect you. Unconsciously, Qinghua revealed a bitter smile...
"Hmm... I really miss him back then, his black hair flying amidst the flashing swords, his movements incredibly fast. The way he killed was truly beautiful, so composed, as if he wasn't killing at all. But if you looked into his eyes, you would find that he was a wolf, an untamed wild wolf. At that moment, his beautiful eyes radiated a bloodthirsty light, it was so tempting, I've never seen anything so beautiful..." The speaker casually played with his long, flowing brown hair, the smooth strands partially obscuring his devilishly beautiful face, making his slightly upturned fox-like eyes appear extremely eerie and cunning. A snow-white Arctic fox fur coat was casually draped over his body. The demon leaned lazily against his throne, which was covered with various rare and exotic furs, exuding a noble yet feminine aura…
“I should congratulate my lord on finding a rare treasure,” the tall, thin young man below said with a light smile. “Then I should also go back and prepare myself to assist my lord in obtaining that Silver Prince as soon as possible.”
“Hmm…?” The demonic master extended his slender index finger, as if he had encountered a problem, and lightly tapped his temple. “Let me think about what I should reward you with this time, hehe…”
A dangerous smile…
Well, serving a ruler is truly like serving a tiger. Li Qi couldn’t help but shiver.
2.
A slender hand held a pen and wrote beautiful characters.
Qinghua blew on the writing to dry it and carefully tied the note to the leg of a pigeon that was drinking water on the table. Picking it up and kissing its feathers, the pigeon flew out of the window with a sense of intelligence.
Qinghua sighed softly. Once again, he had betrayed Shen Hong's whereabouts to someone else…
No, he was merely fulfilling the duty of a loyal servant. He was, after all, a spy planted by his master beside Shen Hong; his heart would always be with his master. Thinking this way, he shouldn't feel any guilt anymore…
But how could someone who betrays their own heart be happy?
Every time Shen Hong killed for him, traveled thousands of miles to exchange her head for medicine, and then rushed back to personally feed him that precious life-extending elixir, he was always moved to tears. The guilt he felt often forced him to tell Shen Hong the truth, but each time the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. He could never betray his master, and he couldn't lose Shen Hong either. Even just having a little more time with her would be enough. As long as he was with Shen Hong, he felt like the happiest person in the world. Let this feeling last a little longer… The longer the better…
Thinking this, when Shen Hong hugged him from behind, he was startled to find his face soaked with tears.
"You cried, why are you crying?" Shen Hong tenderly kissed away the tears...
"I'm just so happy, because you're so good to me, I'm so happy." Forcing a smile, Qinghua buried his head in Shen Hong's arms, hiding his pained expression.
"Why are you suddenly so sentimental? My little Qinghua is usually so willful and loves to be pampered, not so melancholic." Stroking his back, Shen Hong said gently.
"Hmph! You're just indirectly saying I'm bad!" He raised his head, glaring fiercely at the handsome man who was half a head taller than him: "Tell me! Are you annoyed with me! Is it because we've been together for a while and you've discovered my tendency to cry and fuss that you want to leave me!"
"No, of course not, why would you think that?" Shen Hong chuckled and picked him up: "I just feel sorry for you."
"Really?" Qinghua blinked his cute, slender phoenix eyes as Shen Hong lifted him up, feeling a warm glow inside. He was just pretending to be fierce to Shen Hong to hide his momentary loss of control. Actually, he used to be quite domineering. After all, he was his master's most favored little male concubine, and he was fearless because of his master's favor. Everyone in the Polaris Gate had to give him some leeway. Moreover, he had suffered from an incurable disease since childhood and could die at any time. It was ridiculous for someone who wasn't even afraid of death to talk about fear. But because of Shen Hong, he finally understood the meaning of fear. He was afraid of being separated from Shen Hong, afraid that his master would harm Shen Hong, and afraid that he would suddenly die and never see Shen Hong again. All these things were so annoying, it was better not to think about them…
“Why are you hugging me? Don't you need to cook for me? I'm hungry…” he continued to whine.
"I can cook for you if you're hungry, but what will I eat when I'm hungry?" Shen Hong smiled mischievously. Qinghua stared blankly at him. Shen Hong, who was usually quiet and reserved, and whose emotions were usually unreadable, always spoke to him gently and smiled at him gently...
"..." Seeing Qinghua's dazed gaze, Shen Hong's handsome face flushed slightly. He, who always knew how to hide his emotions, lost all composure in front of Qinghua, even though he always tried to maintain the image of a cold, heroic man who had licked blood from the edge of a knife.
But now, in a panic, he put Qinghua down, tossed out a "I'm going to cook" and hurried into the kitchen. (Copyright of Wang Ran)
Shen Hong's shyness was so endearing; her tenderness, like honey, melted into Qinghua's heart, thick and irresistible.
"Hmm..." His chest ached terribly. Was the life-saving pill about to lose its effect?
He suppressed the metallic taste in his mouth, walked over, and leaned against the wooden door, watching that familiar figure bustling about for him...
How could he bear to leave such a good person...
If there was anyone in this world who could save his life, it would probably be that person, his master—Yan Ying.
Later, while Shen Hong was out, Qinghua wrote another letter and tied it to the leg of the pigeon that had just flown back...
The letter was stained with a dark red hue; time seemed to be running out...
The highly respected martial arts alliance leader, Li Xiuman, along with the heads of several other candidates for the alliance leader, left their original location overnight. The martial arts conference was thrown into chaos, with everyone in disarray. This was a perfectly normal reaction, and at that moment, a man sat solemnly in the VIP section, his expression suggesting a deep resolve to eliminate the murderer… justice!
He was a descendant of a powerful royal family, of superior and noble lineage. Although his father hadn't become emperor, he remained a genuine prince.
He was handsome and tall, but rather thin, and sitting on such a high platform inevitably raised concerns; it seemed a stronger wind would blow him off balance.
He was indeed handsome, especially his fair skin and small mouth, somewhat resembling a child pouting when they couldn't get candy, but it didn't come across as childish. On the contrary, his innate aristocratic air completely overshadowed these minor flaws.
He was Li Qi.
The Li Qi whom everyone fawned over, and also the only leader of the martial arts world whom these powerful figures trusted and were willing to serve with their lives!
"That despicable young master Yin has assassinated so many elites of our righteous sect in one night! This is clearly a provocation against our righteous sect. We will surely bring him to justice to appease the spirits of Alliance Leader Li and all the heroes in heaven..." What a rousing speech! It poured out of the mouth of a big shot... Ugh... Ugh...
"Execute him with the cruelest punishment!" Who is this?! Daring to jump onto the stage, brandishing a large knife in front of him.
Alright, I'll remember you. So eager to show off, I'll let you have your moment.
My lord, I have indeed made Shen Hong a public enemy of the martial world as you instructed. Ugh... I'm going to eliminate those disgusting devils later, so I don't lose sleep tonight. The
young prince finally stood up, his voice filled with righteous indignation: "With our united will, we will surely eradicate that monster, young master Yin!"
A deafening roar erupted from below the stage...
3
How did things turn out this way?
Shen Hong lay flat on the deck, the setting sun casting its glow on his tanned skin. His delicate brows, incongruous with his strong physique, were slightly furrowed, and his dark eyelashes trembled slowly, revealing a hint of inner turmoil.
He had remained in this position for nearly half an hour, utterly bewildered as to why someone would impersonate him. The martial arts alliance leader, and those other great heroes—though he disdained them.
In his eyes, there was no distinction between status and power; his only concern was Qinghua. Even if the other's martial arts were ten times superior, even if it meant enduring a terrifying and bloody battle, he would still cut off that person's head.
Therefore, his exposed chest was covered in wounds, but he didn't care. He believed his Qinghua wouldn't care either, because these were wounds sustained for his beloved…
He could let go of everything, but he couldn't let go of Qinghua. Now, he had inexplicably been branded an enemy of the martial arts world, and he could easily imagine the days to come. How could he ensure that Qinghua wouldn't be hunted down by his enemies?
"Hmm...
Qinghua's days are numbered. We can't let him live in fear any longer. Forget about it, forget about who's impersonating me. Take Qinghua away from the Central Plains, to the Western Regions, to Miao territory, or even further to Persia. Take Qinghua to a place where no one knows them, and let him live out the rest of his life peacefully. That's it."
Shen Hong seemed to have made a decision, his handsome face regaining its usual cold composure.
Now he should go find his employers and take on several jobs at once.
Leaving Qinghua temporarily in the care of his friend Gu Ming at sea, Shen Hong went to that place again. It was a magnificent, black hall, like a palace, dimly lit, yet strangely illuminated by the jewels and pearls embedded in the walls.
"Young Master Yin, have you taken on other clients? Who has the ability to let you take down those old men like Li Xiuman in one night... Hehe... It must be a big deal, a very powerful character!" The speaker smiled at Shen Hong, casually handing him a dark yellow envelope with his long, slender, snow-white hand.
"I will take their heads as soon as possible, and please prepare the pills promptly." Shen Hong took the letter and put it directly into his robes. His voice, like his person, was cold, as if covered in ice.
"Aren't you going to take a look, Young Master Yin? The heads the master wants this time are closely related to you! You should take a look and decide whether you should do this deal." The speaker kindly reminded him.
"No need to look, as long as it's not Qinghua, I will take everyone's life." After saying this, Young Master Yin's figure had already walked far away. Ye Feng pondered for a moment: Are you sentimental, heartless, or ruthless?
Tianjue Sect.
A silver figure, a silver sword.
Long black hair danced wildly in the air, deep starry eyes, a bloodthirsty temptation flowing in their gaze.
"You came... to kill me...?"
"Yes."
"You'd rather bear the blame for your brother's crime for that vile woman?"
"Yes."
"Shen Hong! You disloyal, unjust, and unfilial person! Heaven will punish you! Heaven will destroy you!" A sharp shout rang out, and a fiery red figure lunged at the Silver Prince. In a flash, silver and fiery red intertwined, the sound of clashing weapons echoing for miles around...
Many years later, the old people in this area still felt lingering fear when they spoke of the Shen brothers' fratricide. That fierce battle lasted for three days and three nights. Afterwards, the entire Tianjue Sect was reduced to ruins, fiery red maple leaves covering the ground, burying the corpses of countless Tianjue Sect disciples...
That battle must have been incredibly brutal... 1f766bd868b81 Authorized reprint copyright of Wang Ran
. The Silver Prince vanished from the world forever.
Only a long silver robe remained.
There was no Silver Prince in the world, only a bloody and tragic past.
"What a pity." Her beautiful, thin lips kissed slender, long fingers that seemed to belong only to a demon. The demonic master remained languidly reclining on her noble throne, exhaling the breath of a venomous snake, yet her voice was soft and sweet.
"Young Master Yin, oh Young Master Yin, such a beautiful name can only be worthy of you, Shen Hong… You destroyed the Heavenly Annihilation Sect, and now you have no home left. Do you really think you can die with Qinghua? You surely can't bear to see him die, can you? Hmph, you'll still kill for the pills, and those so-called righteous sects will surely drive you to desperation… Hmm… You probably don't know how dangerous Qinghua is, he's truly a demon… Blame him if you want, but… Hmph… My embrace will be your refuge sooner or later…" The demon revealed a seductive smile.
Having
experienced a bloody battle, he skillfully took his brother Shen Po's head, only glancing casually at the home he had lived in for so many years, now a ruin.
There was nothing to linger over; the bloodthirsty glint in his eyes had burned away. He left, swift as a whirlwind…
Without a moment's delay, he arrived at the location. This time, the beautiful Ye Feng smiled even more brightly; he had obtained far more pills than he had ever seen before.
Then he left again, witnessing many bloodthirsty members of prestigious sects along the way. Their common goal was to kill Young Master Yin to avenge their sect leader…
A mocking smile rose from the depths of his heart…
Unfortunately, he had slipped away so easily from under their noses…
Galloping at breakneck speed, he finally reached the port one evening. The distant ships drew closer, and a warmth rose in his heart once more.
Qinghua was on the ship, getting closer and closer to him…
He couldn't wait any longer. His slender figure soared into the air, and with a few graceful leaps, he stood steadily on the deck…
And so, he was reunited with Qinghua…
“Ugh… Shen Hong… I might not make it…” After a brief moment of joy, Qinghua collapsed weakly into Shen Hong’s arms. He had sent a letter to his master, but there had been no reply. Had his master abandoned him? No… He couldn’t live without his master… He
never imagined that having gained Shen Hong today would mean losing another person’s heart…
Even though he was in Shen Hong’s arms, he was thinking of someone else…
“…How could that be?” Shen Hong gently stroked his back, a satisfied smile on his handsome face: “You’ll be alright. I brought enough medicine this time. If you feel it’s not enough, take two pills at once. You will definitely live a long, long life…”
Foolish Shen Hong, Qinghua thought sadly. This medicine could only prolong his life. Perhaps because he had taken it too many times, it was no longer effective for his illness.
His death was unstoppable, and even if someone could, they wouldn't be willing to save him…
“Shen Hong… um…” Holding Shen Hong tightly around the waist, as if afraid she would vanish like smoke, Qinghua thought to himself, “You are my last refuge, hold me tight, hold me tight.” If he could die in the arms of this person who loved him so deeply, he would be content…
“What’s wrong? Do you want me to hold you so much today? Well…” Shen Hong whispered mischievously in Qinghua’s ear, “Today I’m going to hold you tight…!”
“Cough cough!” The wooden door was kicked open almost simultaneously. Gu Ming, his face flushed, watched his friend hugging that delicate man…
The cough came from Shen Hong. He, who was usually quick to anger at the slightest disturbance, was now showing tenderness in his deep eyes because of his unwavering devotion to Qinghua…
Gu Ming had only ever seen the cold Shen Hong; he never knew that this unfathomable friend also had such a gentle side.
He stood there blankly, embarrassed that he had ruined someone else's good time, but unwilling to move.
"Cough cough...!" Forced by circumstances, Shen Hong had no choice but to release Qinghua, his throbbing desire forced to be suppressed.
In the blink of an eye, Gu Ming's usual expression appeared, coldly saying, "I'm back. Thank you for taking care of Qinghua these past few days. And, is there anything I can help you with?"
"Oh?" Gu Ming thought for a moment, then slapped his forehead, a simple, honest smile spreading across his sweaty face from years of sailing. His voice was terrifyingly loud: "I was so happy to know you were back that I rushed over to see you, but I stumbled upon your good time! I'm so sorry! You two keep making love! I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything. I'll leave now, hehe..."
Gu Ming retreated dejectedly, at least sensible. Shen Hong angrily went to close the door, and when he turned around, Qinghua's expression had changed.
"What's wrong?" When Shen Hong tried to hug Qinghua again, Qinghua dodged away with a displeased expression...
"What's wrong?" Shen Hong just wanted to carry Qinghua to bed immediately, because his lower body was really about to burst...
He reached out again, and no matter how much Qinghua struggled, he was already in his arms, easily laid down on the bed, and started to pull down Qinghua's pants...
"Hmph! No! I said no, and that's final! You two-timing bastard! I hate you so much!" While forcefully swatting away Shen Hong's wolfish hand to protect her chastity, crystal tears welled up in her eyes, truly a poignant and moving sight, hehe...
"What's wrong with me?" Seeing Qinghua's tears, Shen Hong immediately stopped all "violations"...
Taking advantage of the gap, Qinghua climbed up to the top of the bed, her slender phoenix eyes glaring fiercely at Shen Hong: "Why is that man so happy to see you come back? Are you two having an affair?!"
"Uh..." Shen Hong stared blankly at him...
"Are you blind? You actually like that burly man?! Don't tell me you like hugging burly men...!"
Qinghua blinked, then suddenly widened her eyes, her long, narrow phoenix eyes turning into round dragon eyes: "You're not the one being hugged, are you?!"
What? He almost vomited blood. How could he be hugged by someone else? He was so frustrated he felt like dying...
"Why aren't you saying anything! Am I telling the truth? You've already been 'xxoo'ed by that burly man named Gu Ming?! You two seem to have known each other for a long time, right? It seems you've known him longer than you've known me? I don't care, I don't care, you can only belong to me! You're not allowed to like that old man Gu Ming, you're not allowed to let him hug you, and you're not allowed to hug him!" She started jumping up and down, acting unreasonably. How come she felt better now?
Shen Hong felt a slight headache, but it was bearable.
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seems to be a long way off...
"I think Shen Hong is going crazy with desire. I don't want to play this game anymore. Let me have him, at the latest in three days, let me taste the alluring flavor of that body..."
The beautiful, demon-like master uttered a rather willful statement. He had waited a full thirty months for the day he could possess Shen Hong.
Qing's body must be weak and frail now. For my beloved Shen Hong, I'm sorry to have to make you suffer, Qing. In three more days, you will be living comfortably. Hehe, you are one of my greatest weapons in controlling Shen Hong. How could I possibly stand by and watch you die? Besides, you were indeed my most beloved pet. I still remember your scent...
How can a hunter capture his beloved prey if he doesn't strike?
"Come to me, Shen Hong."
Yan Ying smiled charmingly...
5
Feeling a slight tremor, the person in the darkness secretly gathered their inner strength, and then the only way out to the outside world—the stone door—was slowly opened.
Eyes that had been in darkness for so long saw the light again, feeling a slight stinging sensation.
Deep eyes stared at the crack through which the light shone. The stone door opened wider and wider, the crack growing larger as well. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms…
Behind the door stood a person, a beautiful, almost demonically wicked one.
“Not bad, truly the one I’ve chosen, so understanding of my heart. I intended to wait for you to wake up, but now I’ve made you wait… I’m truly sorry…” A bewitching smile, thin lips exhaling the breath of a venomous snake…
From this day forward, would Young Master Yin only be able to groan or cry out beneath him?
This unruly, infatuated man would willingly submit to his manipulation for a non-existent lie? The thought sent a surge of excitement through his veins. He probably had no idea what fate awaited him. What expression would appear on that handsome, resolute face? Angry? Ashamed? Embarrassed? Or shy?
Hmph! Shen Hong was ultimately just an ordinary person; how could she resist his beautiful and powerful allure? But a prey he'd waited so long for should have something special…!
“Let me taste you, Shen Hong…” The tall, wicked figure of Yan Ying drew closer, the stone door behind him automatically closing. Darkness, more darkness, suffocating darkness…
What did this terrifying man intend to do?
A “clang” sounded from a tinderbox, and the man's graceful sleeves could be vaguely seen waving. The candle wax on the surrounding candlesticks was lit, casting a soft yet eerie light. Shen Hong felt a chill...
"Hmm... Let me remove these cumbersome clothes first..." Cold, seemingly emotionless, slender fingers silently reached Shen Hong's neck. The man looked down at him with a cold smile, his bewitching eyes seemingly encircled by a golden ring. Shen Hong stared blankly, momentarily bewitched by this demon and forgetting to resist. The ghostly figure easily unbuttoned his clothes and deftly removed them...
Such swift movements existed in the world. When he realized his upper body was naked, Shen Hong tried to sit up, but found himself completely weak. His previous inner strength had vanished without a trace.
“Save your breath, Shen Hong,” Yan Ying’s icy hand pressed against his healthy, tanned chest muscles. “So muscular, such a strong beauty, but it’s such a pity…” Yan Ying shook his head with pity. “I don’t like it. I’ll turn you into my Silver Prince, and you’ll have to obey me obediently, otherwise your Qinghua will be lost…”
Suppressing his anger, the icy hand moved to his nipple, doing to him what only he had done to Qinghua—the man was actually kneading his nipple…
Shen Hong’s delicate brows furrowed tightly as he glared at Yan Ying with disgust, saying each word clearly, “What…does…you…mean…this?”
"Don't you understand?" Yan Ying raised an eyebrow, his sinister fox-like eyes fixed on Shen Hong with a half-smile. "Do you remember what you said? You'd trade yourself for Qinghua's life. You're not going to go back on your word, are you? And do you remember the medicine I gave you? I said that once you took my medicine, you'd be mine." Seeing Shen Hong's shocked yet desperately trying-to-conceal expression, Yan Ying smiled wickedly. "I must remind you, it's too late to regret it now." He pinched one of Shen Hong's pink nipples with his long fingers and flicked it upwards, silencing the shameful sound that shouldn't have escaped Shen Hong's throat...
She struggled desperately, but was still powerless. Yan Ying's wicked voice echoed in her ears again: "This wax oil contains a special cartilage-softening powder. After it's lit, you inhale it into your body. Do you think you can still move now?"
"Despicable! You're a man, and I'm a man too. Why do you have such a filthy fetish!" He growled hatefully, his usually calm face flushing red in his panic. This terrifying man, so beautiful, was clearly trying to pin him down. He was a man, how could he endure such a thing…
“Hmph, isn’t Qinghua a man too? My lovely Shen Hong… you have no right to talk to me like that…!” He laughed sinisterly: “It seems you won’t behave unless I teach you a lesson…” …
The terrifying man seemed angry then, and had two of his men drag him out of the stone chamber. Now, he was powerless, chained to a wooden stake in the dungeon, his upper body naked, at the mercy of his master.
The man looked at him coldly, and his eyes returned the man’s gaze without a trace of fear.
Indeed, a peerless, bewitching smile gradually appeared on the man’s face, and his eyes became very… gentle?
With a gentle wave of his hand, a tall young man dressed in black leather walked over: “Lord Yan Ying, what are your orders?” The young man raised an eyebrow arrogantly, also possessing the captivating beauty of a fox spirit.
Huh? Why has the master’s taste changed? Does he now prefer ordinary male concubines? Looking at the person opposite with a hint of disdain, she scoffed, "Tsk tsk, really not good-looking. Not handsome enough, dark skin, coarse build, and certainly not refined...
Is there something wrong with the master's eyes? Or has he lost his mind?
" "Shen Hong, listen up, this is He Xiaomu, the First Protector of the Polaris Sect. How about I have him teach you the sect's rules? That shouldn't be considered disrespectful, right?!" "
Hmph!" She snorted coldly. If looks could kill, Protector He would have been riddled with holes long ago...
Ignoring her, Yan Ying nodded slightly with a smile, turned, and sat down in the chair behind her, clearly interested in enjoying a performance.
"Hmm... what beautiful eyes! Please, with your beautiful eyes, witness the unparalleled whip skills of me—He Xiaomu, the First Protector of the Polaris Sect." With that, she casually drew a five-sectioned black and white carved leather whip from her waist. The handle was inlaid with seven jade stones arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, indicating its considerable value.
"This is a high-end sex toy!" The fox grinned wickedly, his eyes gradually turning cold. "Try it!"
His whip skills were truly superb.
The cold leather whip lashed at Shen Hong's body, each lash leaving only faint red marks, seemingly harmless, but in reality, excruciatingly painful. Even with Shen Hong's robust physique, it would take at least a month to heal; for an ordinary person, it would take even longer.
Not a single plea, not even a gasp of pain. Those deep, clear eyes, like a mountain stream, coldly stared at Yan Ying, devoid of fear, only filled with hatred and unwavering resolve.
"Hmph..." After the cold laugh, Yan Ying seemed even more beautiful. She put away her charming smile and pondered, "What did you say when you brought Qinghua to beg me? Does Young Master Yin really want to go back on his word now?" With a wave of her hand, the whip stopped. Shen Hong subconsciously looked down at the several inconspicuous wounds on his upper body. The slight tremor at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner panic...
Things were not at all what he had thought...
He originally thought that Yan Ying's condition for saving Qinghua was only that he would serve the North Star Sect from now on, but he did not expect that this man actually had designs on his body. He's a man, after all. Even if Yan Ying were interested in men, he'd only be interested in slender, frail young men, not a tall, handsome, and invincible man like him…
*cough cough*… (This is a reprint of a novel by Wang Ran, authorized by BD.)
"My lovely little Hong Hong, what are you thinking? Are you still thinking about how strong and powerful you are?" His tone was very suggestive. Yan Ying moved to Shen Hong's side, his long, cold hands caressing her firm breasts…
The pain from her whipping, mixed with the chill left by his demonic touch, made Shen Hong shudder involuntarily…
"Hmph! I'm going to keep you hidden from the light of day until your skin becomes snow-white; I'm going to add female hormones to your meals until your curves are softer than a woman's; I'm going to… pamper you whenever I have free time, until I turn you into the Silver Prince of my dreams, hehehehe…"
"You…" Her chest heaved violently, Shen Hong gritted her teeth and said, "You pervert!"
"Oh? Is that so?" A beautiful smile appeared on Yan Ying's face as she gently said, "Then let's try it."
6
"You...you...what are you going to do?" Before Shen Hong could utter this exclamation, she was already pulled into the arms of the wickedly handsome man before her...
Frowning, his gaze remained fixed on those hands. His breasts were once again being caressed and played with by the man. What kind of feeling was this? Shen Hong couldn't describe it. His outward composure was gone, replaced by a growing fear. The twisted nipples sent a strange sensation through him; the coldness of the hands seeped into his skin, mingling with the faint heat surging from within. It seemed to be a pleasurable feeling, one Shen Hong had already tasted before. It was as if a long-dormant desire was being awakened, each time more intense than the last…
He tried to resist this inappropriate temptation, but the more he tried, the more unbearable it became. When Yan Ying bent down and took one of his nipples into his mouth, the wet, hot sensation filled him with extreme shame, his handsome face flushing crimson…
When his prey trembled uncontrollably, Yan Ying finally released him, waving to He Xiaomu, who was bored and dozing off, to leave.
"Hmph, I don't want to see him, he's not a handsome man!" He Xiaomu still gave Shen Hong a disdainful look, then changed his tune, "But judging from his flushed face, he's still somewhat good-looking."
"You've talked too much today," Yan Ying said coldly. "Lend me your whip. No one is allowed to come in without my permission."
"Understood."
And so, the whip that had once caused Shen Hong pain was in Yan Ying's hands, leaving only the two of them in the dimly lit dungeon.
"Hehe... Shen Hong... before our game begins..." Another flamboyant laugh followed: "I'm actually quite angry. Was the appetizer good? Have some more, or I'll feel bad."
"Hmph!" Shen Hong expected the cold whip to lash him again, but in fact, Yan Ying's left hand holding the handle didn't move;
instead, his right hand did. His slender index finger curled and struck Shen Hong below the chest with a "crack," a seemingly slight force breaking a rib...
"Ugh..." Suppressing a gasp, Shen Hong stared at Yan Ying in astonishment. Judging by the man's technique, he had to believe that the person before him was indeed incredibly powerful.
To exchange his life's work for the Polaris Sect for Qing Hua's life—such an idea was indeed naive and laughable.
It seemed Yan Ying was right; he had been watching him for a long time.
"Hmph... Now you know how powerful I am?" Yan Ying sneered, her smile unwavering. "Qinghua's condition has stabilized, aren't you happy?" Without giving him a chance to speak, she struck again, breaking three ribs on his left side.
"I'm happy too, because what I'm doing now is very interesting." Another "crack" echoed as three ribs on his right side also broke.
"This should make his waist two sizes thinner." Thinking this, Yan Ying untied Shen Hong's restraints. As soon as the ropes were released, Shen Hong slumped to one side like a fallen leaf in the wind. Yan Ying caught him just in time, softly saying, "It's a bit strenuous." Looking at Shen Hong, his eyes tightly closed and face pale, she couldn't help but chuckle.
You will eventually belong to me. I look forward to our game lasting a long time.
They returned to the secret chamber, carried back by Yan Ying. The dungeon wasn't far from the secret chamber, separated only by a wall, but Shen Hong knew that getting out of the secret chamber would be as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
Rather than let him live a humiliating life here, it would be better to let him die. Before this thought could even take shape, the soft, snake-like breath of Yan Ying immediately stopped him: "I'll only say this once, so listen carefully. If you live, Qinghua lives too. If anything happens to you, things might change for Qinghua."
As expected, seeing his prey's clear eyes glaring at him with hatred, he smiled again: "You know that besides me, there's no one else in this world who can heal Qinghua." His
defiant gaze began to show a hint of defeat.
Very well, Yan Ying placed him on the only stone bed in the stone chamber. Taking advantage of the remaining light, Shen Hong's gaze quickly swept over every corner. He thought of the Ancient Tomb Sect, the living dead, as described by storytellers. Stone bed
, stone table, stone chairs, and in a misty corner inside, a pool made of piled stones.
Lying on the stone bed, he felt no cold. Shen Hong noticed that the climate in the stone chamber was humid and warm; the pool must be filled with hot spring water.
Though small, it had all the essentials; if someone brought food every day, it could indeed be a place to survive.
But for the sake of his beloved, was he to spend his remaining years here?
He couldn't bear to watch Qinghua die. He remembered the happy days they spent on an unnamed island in the South China Sea, escaping the pursuit of those martial arts masters. He and Gu Ming had built a wooden house together; the small house was filled with warmth, filled with the smiles of lovers, and also filled with sorrow…
Every time Qinghua fell ill, he would remind himself that Qinghua's time was running out, and his time in this world was also running out. He didn't want Qinghua to be alone in the underworld; he wanted to be with him forever. But when Qinghua was about to pass away, he was afraid. He was afraid that Qinghua, after drinking the Meng Po soup in the underworld, would forget him, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to take care of Qinghua afterward.
That day, he held Qinghua tightly, terrified of losing the frail person in his arms. He kissed Qinghua incessantly, trying to keep her body at a normal temperature...
begging Qinghua not to leave, begging her to tell him how to keep him alive. His beloved revealed the last beautiful and weak smile he had ever seen in his life: "Yan Ying... perhaps... it's possible..."
Even if the person before him was despicable, the thought that his lover was still alive made everything bearable.
"Can I see Qinghua?" A pleading glint appeared in his eyes. "Even... just a glimpse from afar..."
"Yes," Yan Ying nodded. "You'll see him at the appropriate time."
"When?"
Yan Ying smirked smugly. "When you satisfy me, of course." Shen Hong bit his lip, looking at his bare upper body—his swollen nipples, previously played with—and thinking of his lover whom he had once held in his arms, his heart ached with bitterness...
"
You have to be good..." the demon softly comforted him, one hand untying his waistband, the other reaching behind him to pull down his trousers. His
strong legs were exposed to the air. Shame made him bite his lip tightly, but he nervously watched Yan Ying, afraid to close his eyes.
"Hmph..." Yan Ying's cold hand reached for the manhood hidden among the thick hair. The fleshy penis was well-developed, but now it hung limply. No matter how he caressed or teased it, it remained limp and motionless.
"You're still resisting me." The demonic eyes met Shen Hong's clear gaze, a cruel smile spreading across its face, more beautiful than any demon. "Luckily, I was prepared. You asked for this." Wang Ran
was terrified; he felt himself trembling, but he couldn't beg for mercy.
Yan Ying was still smiling. Even when he wasn't smiling, he was beautiful; when he smiled, even the stars in the sky paled in comparison. He smiled and took out a delicate little box from his waist, opening the lid. Inside was a pale purple ointment emitting a strong fragrance.
"Come on!" Yan Ying dipped his slender fingers in the ointment, his tall body pressing down on Shen Hong. Shen Hong struggled, forgetting that three of his ribs had been broken, rendering him completely immobile. In a brief moment of pain, he was overpowered by Yan Ying, who pulled apart one of his legs with cold hands, his cold fingers piercing his body with unerring precision…
It hurt so much. He instinctively tensed his body, but the demon still managed to neutralize his force.
Her fingers moved deftly inside her body, spreading the ointment evenly over the hot and tight inner walls...
The foreign object churned inside him, the initial cool, slippery sensation gradually disappearing, replaced by a moist heat. The temperature rose higher and higher, and with each insertion and removal of that finger, the ointment accumulated more and more inside him, intensifying the strange sensation.
It felt as if a fire was burning within him, yet also as if hundreds of thousands of ants were gnawing at him, a painful and itchy, unbearable feeling. Shen Hong tried his best to suppress it, but tears still streamed down his resolute and handsome face…
“This is a miraculous medicine presented to the current emperor from the Western Regions. Its name is ‘Charming Serpent,’ a top-grade aphrodisiac. As for its benefits, you will slowly experience them from now on.” Yan Ying’s calm voice sounded like extreme insult to Shen Hong. He could no longer control himself. His drugged body rubbed desperately against the stone bed, his broken ribs clashing and jolting from the friction, causing excruciating pain. Unending desire overcame the unending pain…
“Want to say something? Want to beg me?” Yan Ying whispered in Shen Hong’s ear, kissing his earlobe. Yan Ying was always gentle; beneath his noble, feminine beauty lay an evil soul, forever superior to all.
Still silent. Good.
Yan Ying’s cool fingers traced the inside of Shen Hong’s thigh, moving upwards lightly, the gentle caresses making Shen Hong gasp. At this moment, he even hoped that this hand could penetrate there, easing the pain and itching…
But he couldn’t say it. A man’s dignity meant he could only endure…
How long could he endure it?
Yan Ying suddenly rolled him over, looking with satisfaction at the erection between his legs.
Was he holding back from ejaculating? If that’s what he wanted, he’d help him this once.
Yan Ying removed a silver hairpin from his hair, glancing at Shen Hong with lingering interest. In that single glance, he saw the shock in his stubborn prey's eyes. Good, very good.
"What...are you going to do?" Scared,
aren't you? "Hmph...just helping you..." He smiled cruelly, cruelly grasping Shen Hong's penis, cruelly using his long fingernails to pry open the glans, and then cruelly stabbing the silver hairpin inside...
"Ah..." Shen Hong cried out in pain, his body instinctively convulsing.
"Didn't you say you didn't want to ejaculate? I'm helping you, blocking it with this so you can't ejaculate." Yan Ying mocked, "You should thank me."
"You...you're so despicable...!" Panting heavily, his body drenched in sweat from the pain, Shen Hong glared angrily at Yan Ying. Yan Ying smiled silently at him. With expression, he certainly looked more beautiful, or perhaps it was because of the aphrodisiac?
How much longer could he endure? Yan Ying stared at Shen Hong, watching his gaze gradually unfocus, watching him continue to struggle despite the pain, a hint of triumph appearing in his golden, demonic eyes.
"I bet you'll try to stuff something into your 'place' after I leave, won't you?"
Shen Hong gasped for breath, too weak to answer. Perhaps it really was true...
"You won't find anything. Nothing here is suitable for your beautiful little hole... But I've brought you something..." Yan Ying pulled out the leather whip He Xiaomu had left behind from his waist: "This can help relieve the discomfort."
Without another word, his legs were spread apart. Shen Hong felt the hard object pressing against the entrance of his desperately needy anus. His thirsty body could no longer restrain itself, and he tried his best to swallow it...
The
pomegranate-colored entrance opened automatically, tightly gripping the handle of the whip. Yan Ying pushed the handle in with a half-smile...
The enormous thing slid in due to Shen Hong's involuntary contractions. Even though the gemstones scratched the inner walls, Shen Hong was still grateful for this thing. At least the itching sensation was relieved when the sharp edges of the gemstones scratched him. Although still uncomfortable, it was barely bearable compared to before. However, he was oblivious to the fact that the dignity he had been guarding was slowly eroding... The
demonic man, Flame Shadow, had left the stone chamber, not hiding himself in a dark place as he had claimed. The candlelight on the candlestick remained lit; perhaps it was the man's oversight?
He clenched his fists, enduring the torment of desire, because the broken ribs remained inside him, rendering him immobile. He lay prone on the stone bed, sweat soaking his long, flowing black hair. Unable to find relief from either front or back, he felt endless pain, especially the intermittent itching in his rear, which forced him to constantly contract his inner walls in resistance...
Like a prostitute being violated, it was nauseating, utterly degrading.
He kept reminding himself that he had only been ambushed, and that he was completely different from those male prostitutes and male lovers. He wishfully believed that as long as he had this thought, he would still be himself...
When Yan Ying came in, Shen Hong was already unconsciously asleep on the stone bed, lying face down with her legs wide open. Red mucus dripped down her inner thighs, and the contractions between her thighs were still unconsciously continuing. Had she already gotten used to it?
Yan Ying smiled, put down the container in his hand, and quietly approached Shen Hong. He pulled out the handle of the whip and replaced it with his own hard penis…
“Ugh…” He felt something being pulled out of his body, and then…
almost instantly, the insertion of the massive object felt like tearing his body in two…
“Ah…” Shen Hong let out a hoarse scream on the verge of pain. It was the man's penis, thick and hard, much larger than the handle that had been buried inside him…
“Although the first time should be fun, you’re being naughty, so there’s no way around it…”
Yan Ying ignored his pain, raised his strong waist, and began to thrust roughly…
The stone chamber was filled with the friction of intercourse, Shen Hong’s painful moans, the impact of the broken bones being violently torn apart, and… the demonic man’s mocking laughter…
This torment continued for an unknown amount of time until the man’s semen was finally released inside him.
Shouldn’t the torture be over? However, Yan Ying did not retreat. She lay on Shen Hong's body, kissing and biting him with varying degrees of tenderness and roughness, until the genitals inside Shen Hong became hard again. The torture began once more...
Yan Ying relentlessly demanded from this prey she had painstakingly captured, until her most primal desires were satisfied.
The muscular body beneath him was in a semi-conscious state. Yan Ying straightened her gorgeous clothes, and with slender yet strong hands, effortlessly lifted Shen Hong, kissing his pale lips with a hint of pity. Her long, slender hand moved to his engorged, purple penis, grasping the exposed pendant and pulling out the silver hairpin…
The urination channel was finally cleared, but he couldn't expel himself. He wanted to cry, and despite his best efforts to suppress it, tears still flowed uncontrollably…
Lying in Yan Ying's arms, he realized for the first time how weak he was. He cried, he really cried. As Yan Ying held his penis and helped him squeeze out the remaining semen, he felt utterly ashamed, as if he had lost all his dignity. Yan
Ying smiled, a cruel yet beautiful smile. A thin knife appeared in her long, slender hand, and she made a deep cut on Shen Hong's bruised side.
Bright red blood gushed out, and Yan Ying extended her beautiful tongue to gently lick the wound, stopping the bleeding...
Long, slender fingers entered the wound, and Shen Hong tensed up. He knew Yan Ying was going to remove the shattered ribs from his body.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, even some tiny fragments were all removed by that slender hand. The wound was cleaned, and his waist was tightly wrapped in bandages.
His gaze, unfocused and wandering, caught sight of the steaming hot spring in the corner, and he longed to jump in and cleanse himself of the filth within. Yan Ying seemed to read his mind, a strange smile playing on his lips.
He scooped two living creatures from the container he had just brought into the stone chamber… two small, thumb-thick black and white snakes, their slender bodies intertwined, their blood-red tongues flicking out at Shen Hong.
Shen Hong stared at them in astonishment, a wave of fear washing over him: “What are these?”
“Snakes! Of course, snakes!” Yan Ying casually toyed with the long tongue of one of the snakes, like a master doting on his pet: “They are little things I’ve raised for two years, and they love my taste. Do you know what they love to eat most? Hehe…”
He smiled beautifully: “They love to eat my bodily fluids.”
Shen Hong felt a chill run down his spine. Something was constantly flowing from his over-ravaged anus; that must be the snakes’ most delicious food.
A sense of foreboding washed over him, and his face paled even more. The little snakes were eyeing his withered bud with predatory intent, frequently spitting out bright red silk threads…
“Don’t worry, Shen Hong, their beautiful little tongues will lick your little hole clean. Come on, little things, be good… serve my little Hong Hong.” Yan Ying loosened her grip, and two little snakes quickly climbed onto the stone bed. Their wide-open mouths were as smug as their master’s. Shen Hong frowned, desperately trying to escape. His ravaged body couldn’t close his legs, and he could only watch helplessly as those slippery, disgusting, cold-blooded creatures touched him. He felt them licking his inner thighs as they moved towards his genitals. He struggled desperately to grab them, but they nimbly and quickly evaded his attempts.
“Ugh…” The little snakes hovered at his swollen entrance. When those two red tongues provocatively burrowed into his body, every hair on his body stood on end, and his breathing became heavy and suppressed. Yan Ying bound his hands with a belt, leaving him lying helplessly like a lamb to the slaughter, as the slender bodies of the snakes slithered into his body, enjoying their delicious meal.
He sweated profusely, determined not to beg for mercy in order to preserve his last shred of dignity.
His body was filled, the creatures writhing inside, a sensation similar to the inability to defecate, but far more nauseating. The thought of his body now filled with a mixture of male semen and snakes made him want to vomit. He couldn't endure this for long; he began to dry heave, and for a moment he wondered if he would vomit out his heart and internal organs, which would bring him relief.
"Hehehe..." Yan Ying chuckled softly after enjoying another episode of bestiality. He sat back on the stone bed, cradling the dying Shen Hong in his arms, then spread his legs wide, forcing him to open his beautiful, budding orifice in an extremely shameful position.
Long, slender fingers maliciously poked at the hot, wet opening. The little snakes inside became unusually active due to the pressure, writhing wildly within Shen Hong's body, occasionally poking their heads out and boldly sticking out their tongues and winking at Yan Ying. "Hmph, it seems my little things really like little Hong Hong's body. Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, besides liking my bodily fluids, they also really like the smell of 'seductive snakes.' You know snakes are burrowing animals; once they find a place they like, they won't leave easily..."
Shen Hong glared hatefully at Yan Ying, maintaining a resolute expression even after being violated like this. Not bad. His
upturned fox eyes flickered with a mixture of gold and black light. After staring like this for a long time, Yan Ying suddenly grabbed Shen Hong's chin, forcing her to bow her head to him. He sneered, his seductive voice continuing to scare Shen Hong: "If the little things don't want to leave, you can't get rid of them no matter what you do."
"Hmph," Shen Hong said with difficulty, "I can force them out with my internal energy."
"Oh? Is that so? Have you forgotten what I told you before? The moment the candle burns out is the moment your internal energy completely disappears."
"You're so despicable."
"I'm angry again. You don't take my words to heart and have repeatedly talked back to me!" After a moment of contemplation, Yan Ying continued, "It seems the punishment I gave you wasn't enough. I've decided to withhold food for three days, and prevent you from moving, only letting these two cute little things play with you, okay?" "
..."
"Maybe you'll like them when I come back next time?"
"Hmm? I won't play with you anymore. I've been entrusted with a task, I need to go check on Qinghua's situation..."
Every word was a poisonous soft knife. The terrifying man had sealed his acupoints before leaving and taken away all the sharp weapons in the stone chamber that could cause bleeding. He found it ridiculous; hadn't he already rendered him immobile? Why make things so complicated...?
It seemed he was gradually getting used to the little snakes' presence. He quietly watched the candlelight in the corner, watching it grow weaker and weaker, realizing that everything he once possessed would be lost in the next instant...
Finally, darkness enveloped everything...
Why
? Why?
Why did things turn out this way?
He and Qinghua lived well on the small island in the South China Sea, spending their happiest, yet shortest, times together. Until later, what he had long foreseen finally happened: Qinghua, his beloved Qinghua, the boy's illness could no longer be delayed, even with that extremely precious medicine obtained at the cost of a life.
Was there no hope? At that time, he had decided to go with Qinghua, even to the underworld hand in hand, even if they drank the Meng Po soup together, even if they lost their memories, if there was an afterlife, he still wanted to be with Qinghua.
With such faith, he could rest in peace.
Holding the weak body in his arms, Shen Hong secretly gathered his inner strength. He waited, waiting for the moment Qinghua would leave, so he could shatter his meridians and follow his beloved in death…
The observant, sensitive, and kind Qinghua still discovered his intentions.
“Don’t die,” Qinghua told Shen Hong, “Don’t die.”
Even at the very last moment, the weakened man spoke urgently, willing to tell Shen Hong how to save him if she didn’t die…
Qinghua must not want to be in danger, which was why he pleaded with her at the last moment. Shen Hong wanted to cry, yet also wanted to laugh. If she hadn’t insisted on following Qinghua, only Qinghua would have left, someone who could live or die silently, leaving behind a man heartbroken and devastated by the loss of his lover. What would he do if he one day learned that Qinghua could actually live? Would he be in pain or numb?
Fortunately, fate gave him a chance, allowing him to learn the way to happiness from Qinghua. Shen Hong understood that he had to beg that person, the only one who could save Qinghua—the master of the Polaris Gate, Yan Ying—at the cost of his own life.
Yan Ying wouldn't take his life, as they had no prior enmity. Yan Ying's offer was likely to be for him to serve the Polaris Gate for life, with virtually no other intentions. The Polaris Gate was a mysterious organization that had risen to prominence in the martial world in recent years. Although it possessed great power and a strong background, achieving its goal of ruling the entire world was not something that could be accomplished overnight. Yan Ying probably also realized that only by constantly recruiting talented individuals, expanding its influence, and eliminating dissidents could it maintain its position.
Shen Hong, in the future, might just be nothing more than a dog obeying its master, a killing machine. However, it didn't matter. As long as he remembered that everything he did was for Qinghua, that was enough. He could kill for Qinghua before, he could kill for Qinghua now, and he could kill for Qinghua in the future. It was just doing things for the one he loved; what did it matter?
But
why?
When he brought Qinghua to the Polaris Gate for help, what awaited him wasn't the fate of a killing machine, but this… being imprisoned… being ravaged…
Why his body of all people? He had no feminine features whatsoever, no air of being a male concubine, yet his appearance was so rugged, his physique so strong!
If Yan Ying's intention was purely to humiliate him, to trample his dignity underfoot, then why? He and the Polaris Sect had never clashed, they were complete strangers, so why would Yan Ying do this! Why ruin him like this!
His inner strength was gone, his freedom was gone, his dignity was gone—but none of these were the most important things. Even his life wouldn't matter, as long as he had Qinghua.
Qinghua?
In the darkness, tears slowly streamed down Shen Hong's face, gathering drop by drop on the stone bed beneath him…
He could no longer protect Qinghua, could no longer possess Qinghua, because Shen Hong was no longer Shen Hong, no longer the Shen Hong Qinghua knew.
His life was meaningless, but he couldn't die. If he died, he would never see Qinghua again…
Even just a fleeting glimpse, as long as he could see Qinghua again, see him alive and well, Shen Hong would be at peace. Leaving then… perhaps… perhaps it would be best…
creak…
The heavy stone door opened from the outside…
A tall, beautiful figure entered like a ghost. Shen Hong recognized him—it was Yan Ying.
Yan Ying seemed to be laughing, a low laugh that sent a chill down Shen Hong's spine. It wasn't the chill of being doused with ice water, but a chill that spread utterly from the depths of his heart.
“Three days have passed. Now you should know I'm a man of my word, and… you know what to do from now on, right?!” With a smile, the stone door behind him automatically closed. Darkness, a suffocating darkness. Shen Hong's hands unconsciously tightened around the stone bed…
With a “clang,” the tinderbox illuminated the stone chamber again, also illuminating Yan Ying's demonically beautiful face.
Seeing Shen Hong's terrified yet desperately composed expression, Yan Ying chuckled softly, walking over and pressing her slender fingers against the protrusion on Shen Hong's chest...
The strange sensation made Shen Hong frown in disgust.
Her fingers circled and pressed lightly on one nipple, which had turned crimson, yet the pressure was unbearable...
"Look, it was normal a few days ago, but now it's such an alluring color. You say it's all my doing..." Smiling, she sat down on the stone bed, extending her other slender hand to touch Shen Hong's thigh...
"Or is it the little snakes' doing? Hmm?" She easily pried open Shen Hong's weak legs, immediately revealing her violated private parts.
Satisfied to hear Shen Hong's soft moan, Yan Ying smiled again. The fingers that had been playing with Shen Hong's nipples had now moved to the vicinity of her still-contracting, leaking, clear fluid.
"I guess my little snakes have begun to awaken your lewd nature, hmph...!"
The writhing snakes inside her were causing Shen Hong both discomfort and embarrassment. He could endure three days without food or water, but the discomfort within his body was unbearable. He dared not move; his experience from the first half of the day told him that the little snakes would be relatively docile if he didn't move, but would become restless if he did. Especially now, severely injured and unable to move, he felt a sense of being trapped between life and death…
The little snakes that had been sleeping peacefully inside him began to stir again with the insertion of that slender finger, wriggling uncontrollably, causing him great discomfort. That wicked finger gently touched the already stretched inner walls, each touch as light as a breeze, leaving no trace.
“Want it? Beg me if you want it.” Yan Ying smiled wickedly, his finger suddenly plunging into the honeyed orifice, while his other hand was not idle, grabbing Shen Hong's half-erect penis and rubbing it…
“Ugh…no…” So shameful, he couldn't let that person feel his desire no matter what.
“Don't want it?” Yan Ying channeled his energy, and his slender hand suddenly felt like it was covered in sharp thorns, pricking Shen Hong painfully.
"Ah...no...it hurts..." Shen Hong cried out in pain, but Yan Ying's grip on Shen Hong's penis tightened even more...
"Ah..." It felt as if a thousand arrows had pierced through him, or as if his penis had been uprooted, an excruciating pain. Shen Hong screamed in agony, and in his agony, he saw Yan Ying's beautiful yet ferocious smile, and he saw blood flowing from his genitals.
Blood spread between Yan Ying's fingers, so much blood, perhaps that place was now ruined...
"Hmph! You clearly want it, so why refuse? I hate people like you the most! Hypocritical! I didn't expect you to be a hypocrite too!" He never thought that such an attitude would enrage the man. The man forcefully pulled his fingers out of Shen Hong's body, slapped him hard, and then laughed wildly: "Hahaha, I always thought Young Master Yin was a wolf, a beautiful and dangerous wolf. I wanted to tame this wolf, and only I was worthy to be its master. But I was wrong, you are not a wolf at all. Wolves are bold and decisive animals, but you! You even hide your normal physiological desires! You are cowardly and hypocritical! Someone like you doesn't deserve my gentle treatment! Let's be direct, let you understand your own worth!" He
suddenly grabbed Shen Hong, dragging and pulling him into the warm hot spring... Strangely
, the small snakes that had stubbornly refused to leave his body swam out on their own and quickly climbed ashore, coiling into two circles and lying on the stone bed.
Why does it feel so strange that my body feels empty?
Shen Hong didn't have time to think; Yan Ying had already removed her clothes, her tall and slender body stepping into the hot spring. Shen Hong saw the man's angry and contemptuous face. She knew very well what she was about to face, and the fear from three days ago surged back into her heart...
Yan Ying pressed Shen Hong's body against the stone wall and thrust violently into her from behind, burying his desire deep inside her...
"You deserve to be fucked like a dog! Listen to me clearly! From now on, I will only treat you as a sex slave to vent my desires!"
As soon as he said this, he immediately launched a fierce attack. A hot, thick penis assaulted Shen Hong's body and mind like a sharp blade. Shen Hong felt exhausted and in pain, her consciousness gradually fading, only three words still escaping her lips: "Why...
" "Let me tell you something. Didn't you want the little snakes to leave your body? It's easy. You jump into this hot spring, and they'll leave on their own. When you leave, they'll return to your body. Do you know why? Because this spring water is poisonous, not just to the little snakes, but to everyone. Think about it, in such a warm and humid environment, not a single plant grows, not even moss. Haven't you ever suspected anything? But I think you're probably too preoccupied with your deep-seated, filthy desires to care about such things. Hmph, anyway, you'd better watch yourself. From now on, when I come, you'll have to serve me obediently and fulfill your duties as a sex slave. Also, although I'm very disappointed in you, I haven't lost interest. If one day I come and only find your corpse, then I'm sorry, I'll kill Qinghua to quell my dissatisfaction."
Her
wounds gradually healed, indicating that time was passing...
How much time had passed in the outside world, Shen Hong didn't know.
Imprisoned in this small stone chamber, day after day, month after month, only occasionally catching a glimpse of light when a servant brought him food; the brief moments when that person entered or left. Shen Hong didn't know if his eyes would go blind from prolonged lack of sunlight.
What about Qinghua? At least Shen Hong knew Qinghua wasn't dead. As long as Shen Hong lived, Qinghua lived—that was that person's promise.
Shen Hong himself had probably grown accustomed to this life, accustomed to longing for Qinghua, accustomed to being in the dark, accustomed to spreading his legs, accustomed to obeying that person's every command, and accustomed to silently enjoying the pleasure of desire when that person wasn't around. (b58010fecb4b2aa authorized reprint copyright of 汪然)
Those two small snakes became an indispensable part of Shen Hong's life. Without them, Shen Hong felt empty. So, aside from necessary cleaning, she tried to keep the time as short as possible. The snakes became the "people" she was closest to.
What was the outside world like?
In the hall of the North Star Gate, sitting on the high throne was the person, the incomparably beautiful and noble master, Yan Ying.
Yan Ying also held someone in his arms, with a delicate face and narrow, slender eyes. This was Qing Hua.
"Reporting to the Lord, the old emperor has handed over the military power of the six northeastern provinces to me, and the court is also filled with my confidants," a confident smile appeared on the face of the unusually tall and thin man sitting below him. "This shows that the power in the court has been completely controlled by the North Star Gate. Congratulations, Lord! Congratulations, Lord!" He flattered him.
"As for the martial world," the smug man with fox-like eyes continued, "besides the group of martial arts masters we assassinated in the name of Young Master Yin, all the sects have scandals and incriminating evidence in our hands, so..." He chuckled, "whether they are righteous or evil, they are merely tools for our rule over the world." The
tall, thin man was none other than Li Qi, the genuine young prince of the current dynasty.
The fox-eyed man was He Xiaomu, the young master of the Jiangnan Gang, the largest gang in Jiangnan.
"I remember..." Yan Ying seemed to recall, her fingers tracing Qinghua's fair cheek, "I remember the Tianjue Sect was very powerful back then, or rather, the Shen family was very powerful. The Shen family had served as officials in the court for generations. The old lady of the Shen family was a Lady of Imperial Decree bestowed by the emperor. The second son of the Shen family, Shen Qing, inherited his father's title and became a second-rank official at a young age. As for the other two sons of the Shen family, Shen Po and Shen Hong, they established the Tianjue Sect in the martial arts world because they didn't like officialdom. That was the sect I most wanted to recruit back then, don't you think?"
Yan Ying lifted Qinghua's face and smiled slightly: "You little vixen, I clearly told you to win over Shen Po, how did you manage to cause those brothers to turn against each other and even destroy the Tianjue Sect? I really underestimated you before."
"That's because Shen Po refused to cooperate, which is why I came up with this plan. If Tianjue Sect can't be our partner, then they naturally become our enemy. And enemies must be eliminated without hesitation. If we leave them alive, wouldn't they become a stumbling block to our Polaris Sect's unification of the world?" Qinghua spoke with righteous indignation. This courage and wisdom were completely different from the Qinghua who used to snuggle in Shen Hong's arms.
"Good!" Shen Hong, if you saw the real Qinghua, if you heard Qinghua's words, would you still love him? Would you still be willing to endure all the pain that wasn't originally yours? You're an idiot, you're a fool.
Yan Ying looked at Qinghua's face, a calm face devoid of any emotion. Shen Hong treats you like this, and you just ignore his feelings like this? That's right, I lied to you, saying he was working for me in a distant branch—that was all a fabrication!
"Master, I have a request," Qinghua suddenly spoke.
"What?"
"I want to leave the North Star Gate for a while, I'll be back soon."
"Where are you going? What are you going to do?"
Go to that distant branch to find Shen Hong? It's been so long since I've seen him, I miss him. But... I betrayed Shen Hong, I used Shen Hong, do I still have the right to see him? Maybe I shouldn't see him... I'll just use this short time to go to the place where I once lived with Shen Hong... There are memories there... the most beautiful memories... the most precious memories...
"I'm going... I miss the coconuts of the South China Sea, I want to pick a few to drink."
"Oh?" Yan Ying narrowed his eyes and played with Qing Hua's pointed chin, and after a long while slowly said, "You little glutton... Fine, I'll let you go..."
Lied to Yan Ying? Going to the South China Sea for a few coconuts? Humph! But he probably can't come up with anything funny, and in Yan Ying's heart, it's best that Qing Hua isn't at the North Star Gate these days.
Qing Hua's momentary expression of surprise still didn't escape those dangerous and beautiful eyes, it seems his little pet is going to do something very important.
Okay, he'll send someone to follow him.
The master and his male concubine looked like they were flirting, so the two men exchanged a glance and simultaneously withdrew. As they walked down the aisle, Li Qi suddenly sighed, "Actually, to be honest, the Shen family, who are so famous in the court, are still a stumbling block to His Majesty's unification of the world."
"Weren't you just confidently saying to His Majesty, 'The power in the court is entirely under the control of my Polaris Gate!' Turns out it was all just flattery!" The fox glanced sideways at Li Qi, who was half a head taller than him.
“That’s true.” Li Qi glanced around, making sure no one was nearby, before whispering to the fox, “Although Shen Qing outwardly submits to me, he doesn’t truly believe it. There are always people more powerful than you, and who says the Polaris Gate can control everything?
Without a powerful force supporting him, he wouldn’t have been able to get whatever he wanted for so many years. And do you know?
He can personally command half of my troops. I can’t rest easy until he’s eliminated.”
“But this person is incredibly cunning. You haven’t gotten a single handle on him, so you have no way to get rid of him, right?” The fox smiled slyly.
“Hmph!” Why does this fox always poke at his sore spots? Annoying!
"Actually, there's no need to be so angry. Of the three Shen brothers, Shen Po is dead, Shen Hong is missing, and now only the second brother Shen is left. The second brother Shen is neither the most skilled in martial arts nor the most cunning among the three brothers. As long as we catch him with an opportunity... hehe..." He smiled sinisterly, "He will definitely have no chance to turn the tables!"
"You finally said one thing right! You dead fox!" The fox rolled its eyes in response.
Qinghua left, and Yan Ying, having finished his official business, naturally went to find someone, Shen Hong, whom he had locked in the stone chamber.
"Come here and serve me." Yan Ying beckoned, and Shen Hong silently knelt between Yan Ying's legs, taking up the large object unique to men and gently licking it...
"Mmm... comfortable... serve me to my satisfaction... and then I will satisfy you properly... good boy..." Yan Ying closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure brought to him by Shen Hong's small mouth, and used one hand to stroke the back of Shen Hong's head as a small reward.
"Mmm...good...very good...faster...now take my treasure all into your mouth...I want to feel your mouth enveloping me...although...ah...so good...Hong...my little kitten..."
With the man's semen in her mouth, Shen Hong frowned slightly and swallowed it in one gulp. It tasted bitter and astringent, but she was already used to it.
Yan Ying's manhood moved from Shen Hong's upper mouth to her lower mouth, the place that Yan Ying, who was always filled with little snakes and had become exceptionally soft and sensitive, was most willing to enter.
There was no thrusting. The manhood was quietly buried inside Shen Hong's body. Her body, which was already used to being filled by living things, couldn't stand it and twisted awkwardly, but Yan Ying still didn't move.
"Ugh..." Shen Hong made a sound of discomfort.
"Good girl..." Yan Ying picked up Shen Hong from behind and kept her sitting in his lap. He knew, of course, that Shen Hong was not feeling well. She could clearly feel her little hole contracting violently. If he hadn't used his internal energy to resist, she probably would have been led into the sea of desire by this vixen long ago.
"Ugh...please...ugh..." Unable to move while being held tightly by Yan Ying, Shen Hong instinctively let out a low sob...
"Can't even take this? You little devil!" Yan Ying chuckled softly, kissing Shen Hong's cheek affectionately...
"Ugh..." Shen Hong cried even louder...
He looked so cute when he cried, much cuter than his usual cold demeanor.
She didn't know when it started, but this guy had become lighter and more delicate-looking. His handsome, resolute face had softened and become more elegant, subtly revealing a charming demeanor; his strong body, no longer practicing martial arts, had become slender and supple, even more pleasant to hold than a woman.
Although his beauty couldn't compare to her own, his handsome and elegant face was undeniably captivating. Was he the Silver Prince?
The ruthless Silver Prince whom she had likened to a wolf? The Silver Prince who was so tender towards Qinghua, almost melting into her skin?
Hahahaha…!
The Silver Prince, the Silver Prince who only moaned beneath him! The Silver
Prince who couldn't live without desire! The
Silver Prince who was completely subservient to him! The Silver
Prince who could only belong to him, who could only live for him, wasn't he?
"Isn't he?" Yan Ying asked Shen Hong, "Right now, do you only have me in your heart?"
“Um…yes…please…”
“Beg me for what?”
“Beg me…please fuck me…”
10
“Okay, but you have to promise me one thing.” Yan Ying rubbed against the back of his neck mischievously, exhaling seductive breath…
“You say…um…whatever you say, I…I promise you…please…”
“Oh? You said it. Actually, it might be something you've been hoping for, which is to see Qinghua.” The body in his arms jolted as expected. Yan Ying chuckled. Why? Was he too excited? “No…no
…I can’t…” Shen Hong shook his head.
“Haven’t you always wanted to see Qinghua? Now that you have the chance, why say no? You still haven’t shaken off your bad habit of lying.” His fingers lightly circled the base of Shen Hong’s thighs, then moved lightly to the place where the two were tightly joined, listening with satisfaction to his unbearable moans and the tense contractions of his little hole. He was probably about to reach his limit, wasn’t he? “
Give me an answer, or I’ll leave immediately.” He released his hands, indeed preparing to leave.
"No...don't..." Shen Hong's honeyed orifice tightened even more, clinging tightly to Yan Ying, refusing to let go. "Don't torture me...don't torture me like this anymore..." Her voice trembled with a hint of tears.
"Hmph! Then answer me quickly! And let me tell you, I'll take those little snakes with me when I leave. Their cultivation within the human body is complete, and I'll use them for other purposes." Yan Ying looked at the two dejected little snakes with a wicked glint in his eyes. Just now, when he came to the stone chamber, he used a strange flute melody to lure the little snakes out of Shen Hong's body, then played a jarring tune, and the little snakes obediently fell asleep as if hypnotized...
a very magical method, mixed with powerful internal energy, which made Shen Hong break out in a cold sweat. But in order to get Shen Hong without going to the hot spring, this was the only way.
Just endless sex? These days were getting more and more boring. Yan Ying was tired of it; he needed new stimulation, new pursuits. Simply put, he wanted to play a new game, and the more exciting the better.
For example…
letting the obedient Shen Hong know the truth, forcing Qing Hua to face Shen Hong even though he feels guilty—that kind of performance would be quite spectacular, and he would do his best to create conditions for them, to satisfy his unusual interests as much as possible.
“Please… don’t do this to me… I can’t see Qing Hua now… I can’t let him see me like this… um…”
“You look beautiful right now.”
“No! Don’t say anymore!” It was an angry tone? It had been a long time since he’d seen Shen Hong’s arrogance, her indifference.
“Why are you unhappy when I say you’re beautiful? I’m praising you.”
“Isn’t this androgynous state all your fault? Get out! Get out of here!” Yan Ying couldn’t believe that the person who had just begged him to penetrate her deeply was now struggling to climb out of his embrace.
"No!" Yan Ying immediately pounced on him, thrusting his half-expelled penis all the way in again, and slammed it into Shen Hong's body from behind. "You slut! How dare you treat me like this! Do you think you're even human anymore! Let me tell you! You're a bitch who only deserves to be fucked! I'll fuck you to death!"
"Mmm... ah... mmm..." So obedient now?
"Scream! Scream louder!" Yan Ying thrust in and out while slapping Shen Hong's buttocks hard. "You slut, let me tell you! The game won't change because of your decision. I'll play it however I want! If you're smart, you'll obey me and my every request. That way, when the game is over, I might give you a quick death. Otherwise, you'll be begging for death for the rest of your life! Hahaha..." "
Ah...!"
Finally, another stream of hot liquid shot deep into Shen Hong's body. Shen Hong gasped as Yan Ying picked her up, then resignedly closed her eyes and was thrown hard into the hot spring by Yan Ying...
"If you still don't want to see Qing Hua, then there's no other way. I'll have to make Qing Hua come here to see you." A smug smile appeared on Yan Ying's lips.
"You..." The little snake inside her had been replaced by Yan Ying's silver flute. How could a cold and motionless object satisfy Shen Hong's overly lewd body that had been trained? She lay on the stone bed, twisting uncomfortably, but because she had been fucked several times by Yan Ying in the hot spring, she was so tired that she couldn't even lift her fingers.
"After weighing the options, it's better to go see Qinghua dressed properly, don't you think?"
"..."
"And... for the sake of Young Master Yin's reputation?" Yan Ying raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Remember, from now on, your name is Xiao Ye. You don't know Shen Hong, and you don't know Young Master Yin." Satisfied to see Shen Hong's relaxed expression, Yan Ying leaned down and gave Shen Hong a light kiss.
"Think carefully about what you want to say to Qinghua. You'll see him soon, the one you deeply love, the one you'd do anything for. Excited, aren't you, Xiao Ye?"
"I... I'm called Xiao Ye... I'm called Xiao Ye..." Shen Hong murmured, staring at Yan Ying's demonic face.
He was about to see Qinghua, whom he hadn't seen for so long. The image of that weak and thin figure floated into his mind. Qinghua was smiling at him, a smile as gentle as a breeze, as pure as an angel...
For so many days, so many nights, Shen Hong had been looking forward to this day, yet also fearing its arrival, because Qinghua was still the pure and beautiful Qinghua, while he himself was so defiled that he had no face to face the world. Fortunately, this time it wasn't as Young Master Yin, nor as Shen Hong.
He was simply a person named Xiao Ye.
He remembered the vow he made: to see Qinghua one more time, and he had lived until now solely for that purpose, for his soul, in its current state, was no longer sufficient to sustain him. If that wish were fulfilled, even just a distant glimpse, he would depart contentedly, like falling into a deep sleep, all the pain, resentment, and longing vanishing into the distance…
Thinking of this, Shen Hong felt a sense of peace, and a carefree smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
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美！不可透的美！)
Whether it was the bloodthirsty and arrogant wolf of the past, or the kitten that would nestle at your feet if you stroked its fur; whether it was the mysterious and unpredictable Young Master Yin, whom the martial world dared not speak out against, or the plaything beneath him being fucked to the point of death, Shen Hong was always infinitely charming, making it impossible for him to look away.
What did Shen Hong's smile represent? Although she said no, but...
He endured humiliation and hardship all for this day, for the reunion with Qinghua. Perhaps, before he was consumed by lust, he had even considered escaping the North Star Gate and living a secluded life with Qinghua in the mountains, like immortals?
Alas, such a thought would never come true. Not only could Yan Ying solve his physical problems, but Yan Ying would also deliberately slip up little by little, making him doubt Qinghua, yet because of his deep love for her, he could never be certain, forever conflicted, forever wavering…
This intricate emotional drama must be quite interesting, Yan Ying chuckled softly.
11
Yan Ying dressed his Xiao Ye piece by piece. First, a semi-transparent white silk undergarment, perfectly outlining Shen Hong's graceful figure, then a long, pearl-white coat reaching her ankles, making Shen Hong appear indescribably ethereal and otherworldly. Yan Ying laughed, saying that Shen Hong couldn't wear trousers because of the excessively long silver flute inserted inside him. In truth, Shen Hong knew perfectly well that this was merely Yan Ying's way of humiliating him.
Finally carried out of the stone chamber, where the pain had lessened considerably, the spring sunshine outside was still beautiful, but in Shen Hong's eyes it was dull and tasteless. If he saw Qinghua again, he would forever fall into darkness. Sunlight wasn't for his happiness; it was only for farewell…
"No one will ever believe you're Shen Hong, hmm? My little Ye."
Yan Ying played with the long hair of the person in his arms: "Your skin has become very white because you haven't seen the sun all day. I had pearl powder added to your food, so your skin is quite delicate. And your body, being carried by me day and night, are you too tired? You've become so thin.
But you look very beautiful, hmm, your slender limbs are really beautiful. You have no idea how beautiful you are now." Seeing that Shen Hong was unmoved, Yan Ying smiled: "Even Qinghua would feel inferior seeing you."
"Enough…"
"Who said enough?" While still holding him horizontally, Yan Ying easily freed one hand and slipped it inside Shen Hong's clothes…
"Hmm…" He couldn't even resist touching his thigh?
Lifting his body with one hand, Yan Ying mischievously grasped the other end of the silver flute deeply embedded in Shen Hong's body and gently shook it. The person in his arms immediately let out a low moan, and his body involuntarily twisted.
What a lewd person.
"Xiao Ye, I haven't told you, but I'm quite indulgent with myself. When desire comes, I will definitely enjoy it to the fullest, no matter where." Lowering his head to kiss Shen Hong's smooth forehead, Yan Ying's thin lips slowly uttered eight words: I want you again now.
"Mmm...mmm..." Shen Hong was clearly still immersed in the pleasure brought by the silver flute.
"To treat Qing Hua's illness, I arranged a very comfortable house for him to stay in. And, there's a very big bed there, don't you think it's good for us to go there?"
Despicable! Isn't that obviously letting Qing Hua see his lowly state! Being fucked to death by another man in front of his lover! No! "Absolutely not!" Shen Hong immediately suppressed her burning desire, biting her lip tightly to prevent the shameful sounds from escaping...
"If you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of him, then satisfy my desire right here." For a moment, Shen Hong felt dizzy. When she calmed down, she found herself with her clothes pulled up to her waist against the wall, her silver flute removed, and Yan Ying thrust in from behind, his hot, hard penis plunging in...
So comfortable, Shen Hong closed her eyes in enjoyment, though she was still embarrassed inside. But thinking about it, this was the last time she would indulge herself; her life would end once she saw Qing Hua. Since that was the case, she threw all her worries to the back of her mind and fully enjoyed the sex brought by the union of their bodies...
"You're really shameless! You can even make such a pleasurable moan while I'm fucking you like this!"
"Ugh... ugh..."
"Let me see if your front is erect?" What she held in her hand was still the soft, drooping penis. Yan Ying chuckled softly. The manhood that had once ravaged Qing Hua's body countless times was now numb, injured by his unique internal force. In fact, this thing, only fit to be penetrated from behind, was useless; it was merely decoration. However, he would definitely keep it for him—to humiliate him.
"Still no movement." Yan Ying deliberately rubbed the useless thing incessantly, while his waist continued to thrust in and out without any pause...
"If I'm happy..." Yan Ying's voice rose high, as he once again released his desire into Shen Hong's body...
"Perhaps, it will make you feel something down there." He took out a handkerchief to wipe away the filth from their joined parts and threw it into the corner. Then, considerately, he put the silver flute from his waist back into Shen Hong's body, picked him up, and walked out of the cold and strange stone courtyard.
Shen Hong felt a sudden sense of clarity. The Polaris Gate was indeed a remarkable place, with its artificial hills, streams, long corridors, and the layout of a Jiangnan-style courtyard—grand yet elegant. It was as if a warm current was slowly flowing into Shen Hong's cooled heart, unconsciously bringing him relief…
“Do you like it? The Polaris Gate is divided into four courtyards. The North Courtyard is where I handle government affairs and receive visitors. The South Courtyard houses ordinary members of the sect. The East Courtyard is where our high-ranking members and all the miscellaneous things they bring,” Yan Ying smiled meaningfully at Shen Hong, “just the miscellaneous men, women, and even children they bring. In my opinion, they're all mediocre and vulgar, how can they compare to my Xiao Ye?”
“Finally, there's a West Courtyard. We're in the West Courtyard now. Do you know what the West Courtyard is used for?”
“It's for keeping male concubines.” Shen Hong's lips twitched.
"How did you know?"
"Hmph... I just saw a plaque with the words 'Hall of Men for Appreciation' written on it. Such a vulgar name, you can tell just by hearing it..."
"You actually said the name I chose was vulgar? Just wait and see how I deal with you later!"
Shen Hong sneered inwardly, thinking that she probably didn't have a chance.
"I don't want to hear your nonsense. You said you would take me to see Qinghua, so please hurry up." Shen Hong frowned: "I don't want to stay in this filthy place for even a second longer."
"Oh?" Yan Ying pondered: "I am taking you to see Qinghua. Qinghua lives in my west courtyard." Seeing Shen Hong's surprised expression, he added indifferently: "If this is really where I keep my male concubines, why haven't you seen a single man?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Hong slightly straightened up. Sure enough, all the rooms were tightly closed, and a group of maids stood in the corridor. When the maids saw that their high and mighty, demonic master and the beauty in his arms were looking at them, they couldn't help but blush and lower their heads.
"So this is..."
"The residence of our distinguished guests. I have invited the leaders of the Three Gangs, Five Lakes, and Twelve Caves to visit Xingmen. If nothing unexpected happens, they will be staying in the West Courtyard in two days."
"You... the Three Gangs, Five Lakes, and Twelve Caves are all reputable sects. When did you bribe them?!" Has the world truly fallen into this man's hands?
"Bribed by me? They don't deserve that." Yan Ying smiled. The corridor had ended. He turned right and stepped through a small door. Inside, the garden was full of lilies, their white petals elegant and refined. Nestled among the flowers was an antique-style cottage. Shen Hong closed his eyes. He could already smell Qinghua's unique scent...
"Go in. The person you want to see is staying here." Yan Ying said, and the door opened. Shen Hong closed his eyes and let Yan Ying carry him into the house. If Qinghua was really there, how could he not sense him?
"You're lying to me. He's not here at all!" "The faint fragrance on the bed was indeed left by Qinghua, but where is Qinghua now?"
No one answered. Shen Hong felt two warm lips gently rubbing and nibbling at him…
until he felt almost suffocated, then the other person released him, licking their lips and saying leisurely, "Qinghua does live here. You can't see him now because he's gone out. Wait for him here; he'll be back soon."
"How long?"
"I don't know. He said goodbye to me today, saying he was going to the South China Sea for a few days. I didn't expect him to leave so suddenly."
To the South China Sea?
Shen Hong remembered that the island in the South China Sea held their happiest times. Back then, he didn't have to bear the burden of his family's mission, he was no longer the Silver Prince, no longer Shen Hong, and he no longer killed for anyone. He was a happy husband, working from sunrise to sunset, living a blissful life with his wife...
Shen Hong's eyes gradually welled up with tears. He understood that Qinghua must be going to find those beautiful memories that belonged only to the two of them. If time could turn back, if those days could be lived again, how wonderful that would be...
Unfortunately... He
also understood that in order to wait for Qinghua to return, in order to see Qinghua one more time, he couldn't die now.
He still had to endure his own shame, endure Yan Ying's insults, and perhaps even endure the mockery of the maids outside the door... To Shen Hong's surprise, Yan Ying left after arranging for two maids to take turns taking care of his daily needs that day, and hadn't appeared again in the past few days. Later, Shen Hong roughly understood that his leisure these past few days was not due to Yan Ying's sudden act of compassion, but rather thanks to the representatives of the Three Gangs, Five Lakes, and Twelve Caves who had moved into the West Courtyard. The Three Gangs, Five Lakes, and Twelve Caves had always been ashamed of colluding with evil sects, yet now they had voluntarily moved into the world's number one evil organization. Coupled with Yan Ying's arrogant tone that day, there was only one possibility: someone had caught them red-handed! Yan Ying and his subordinates must be busy figuring out how to use these advantages to make the righteous sects submit to the Star Gate, turning them into dogs serving the North Star Gate's unification of the martial world for generations to come. That person was very busy, too busy to spare a moment; after all, compared to a small plaything, most people would choose the former. Shen Hong lay on the bed, covered by a thin blanket. His body beneath the blanket was filthy and shameful, but fortunately, no one knew the secret between his legs. Although the silver flute couldn't move, something was still filling him, and over the past few days, as long as he didn't consciously think about it, the desire was still bearable. He could endure the torment of desire, but not the anguish of missing Qinghua… When would Qinghua return? When would he see Qinghua again…? The bitterness in his heart was always thick and unyielding… “May I get out of bed?” Shen Hong asked the maid beside him. “Of course.” The maid’s face was slightly flushed. “May I go for a walk?” Shen Hong asked again. “This…” The maid frowned: “It seems that the master didn’t say anything about the young master not going out.” “Then you can. Please find me some clothes and shoes, thank you.” Shen Hong smiled gently, and the maid’s face was already flushed red to the roots of her neck. Clothes were naturally provided; Qinghua’s residence, Qinghua’s clothes. While the maid was busy preparing, Shen Hong’s hand secretly went between his legs and pulled out that shameful thing. The feeling of emptiness returned. Shen Hong tried his best not to think about it, gritted his teeth, dressed, got out of bed, and walked towards the door… He wanted to see the outside scenery even if it meant death, otherwise, he would either wait to die or suffocate to death in there! “Young Master, you’re not familiar with this place, let Xiaoyun accompany you.” As she spoke, the maid had already chased after him from inside the house. Just then, Shen Hong, overcome by desire, leaned to one side; if the maid hadn’t caught him, he would have fallen to the ground. Seeing his pale face, the maid hurriedly asked, “Young Master, are you feeling unwell? Why don’t you go inside and rest? You can go see your master later once you’ve recovered.” Upon hearing this, Shen Hong immediately pushed the maid away, his face displeased, and said, “Who said I was going to see your master! I just wanted to enjoy the scenery in the west courtyard!” Seeing Shen Hong’s anger, the maid dared not say anything and immediately lowered her head, biting her lip in silence. She was just a lowly servant; why should I make things difficult for her? Shen Hong thought for a moment, then patted her shoulder apologetically, saying, "I didn't mean to blame you. You shouldn't follow me; go back first." "Then…Young Master…I hope you don't get lost…" "I won't. I'm just walking around nearby; I'll be back soon." The maid, unable to resist Shen Hong's gentle and elegant charm, immediately yielded, though she kept turning back, her eyes filled with deep reluctance and worry… He had seen countless such looks before, in the Shen family, in the Tianjue Sect, and in the martial world. Xiao Yun's little thoughts? Shen Hong shook his head. He never deigned to give those women a chance, not even the most favored princess of the dynasty, or the most beautiful woman in the world with countless suitors. He wouldn't have done it before, and he still wouldn't now. The only difference was that before, he disdained it; now, he dared not. Because he had no future, no future to bring happiness to anyone… Having figured some things out, he unconsciously walked through the long corridor. He saw some familiar faces, but their expressions weren't good, not because they saw him. In fact, he might recognize a few names, but no one recognized him—the young master of the Tianjue Sect. His appearance must have changed drastically, a sense of desolation washing over him. However, Shen Hong truly didn't want to be recognized; otherwise, how could he explain? "Brother Hong! Brother Hong, please wait!" Who was this little girl calling? Was she calling him? Perhaps it was just a coincidence. Shen Hong stopped, but didn't turn around. Ugh… stopping made that part of him ache; he just wanted to be penetrated, deeply penetrated… "Brother Hong! It really is you, Brother Hong!" A girl of about seventeen or eighteen ran up behind him. The girl was tall and not pretty, but her eyes were very bright. Shen Hong definitely recognized her—Li Xiaolin, the third young lady of Shunchi Manor, the number one escort agency in the Central Plains. The Tianjue Sect and Shunchi Manor had always had a deep relationship, and Shen Hong and Li Xiaolin were only a few years apart, their bond as strong as siblings. Shen Hong used to enjoy playing with her, but he broke off contact with Li Xiaolin because of Qinghua and his brother Shen Po, the leader of the Tianjue Sect. Several years had passed since they last met, and everything had changed. Even the little girl from back then had grown into a young woman, and as for himself… it was a miracle that Xiaolin recognized him… “Brother Hong, are you injured or poisoned?” “Huh? How did you know?!” “Your face is pale, and you’re sweating on your forehead.” Li Xiaolin said, standing on tiptoe and wiping Shen Hong’s face… He wasn’t sweating because he was injured or poisoned; it was clearly that shameful desire acting up! Shen Hong bent over in discomfort, clenching his buttocks to endure the pain. Now he finally understood one thing: that silver flute was not just an ordinary flute. Anything that person had touched inevitably carried a layer of magic, an antidote but also an even more potent poison. “Brother Hong, what’s wrong?” “I… um… right…” How could he not have thought that Li Xiaolin could help him! "What is it?" Li Xiaolin, bewildered, could only anxiously support Shen Hong from behind. Seeing Li Xiaolin's ear so close to his, Shen Hong whispered, "You know martial arts, don't you?" "Yes." "Do you know acupressure?" "Of course! What's the problem? " "Help me..." "What, what do you want me to do?" "Just acupressure on my acupoints, but not here. Help me down that corridor." Li Xiaolin followed Shen Hong's instructions and supported the man who was a head taller than her. Although tall, the man was very thin, a far cry from the Hong-gege she remembered. But that face, though the lines had softened and the features refined, was undeniably the Hong-gege she longed for day and night.

Even if her beloved Hong Gege had become so handsome, she would recognize him at a glance, even if he turned into a woman or ashes. She loved him deeply, a love she kept secret from him—a one-sided, unrequited love. This was for the best; this way, she would never experience heartbreak.
Over the years, Hong Gege had left her life for another man. Although she was jealous of that man named Qinghua, she was willing to bless them for Hong Gege's sake, as long as he was happy. Now, Hong Gege was so weak; she didn't know what had happened, but one thing was certain: Qinghua hadn't taken good care of him. Qinghua didn't deserve Hong Gege's love!
Qinghua wasn't worthy, and she knew she wasn't worthy of his love either. Back then, Hong Gege had been a womanizer, never clinging to anyone. Countless beauties threw themselves at him, but he never even glanced at them, let alone someone as plain-looking as herself. Therefore, not confessing was best; just being able to see Hong Gege often was enough. Especially after the sudden tragedy that year, the pain of her father and brother being killed, this thought had become even more deeply ingrained in her heart.
She and Hong-gege were now very close, though only to support the weak Hong-gege, but to outsiders they looked like a couple supporting each other. The situation was a little awkward, but she felt sweet and content.
"This is fine," Shen Hong said, stopping when no one was around. Li Xiaolin responded and considerately helped Shen Hong sit on a nearby bench. "Hong-gege, what's wrong?" Li Xiaolin couldn't hide her concern for the person she loved.
"Promise me you'll close your eyes and press my acupoints later," Shen Hong said with difficulty.
"Oh. What acupoints?"
Shen Hong looked troubled. "Close your eyes, I'll guide you, and don't open your eyes unless I tell you to."
"Okay," Li Xiaolin said, obediently closing her eyes.
Shen Hong swallowed hard. Did he really have to do this to a young woman? But his area was no longer just empty; it felt like thousands of insects were crawling inside, both painful and itchy, tormenting him so much that he wanted to sit on anything sharp. To satisfy his desires, the only options were penetration or sealing his vulva to prevent the burning lust from reaching him. But...
that shameful spot was located between his anus and scrotum, a place of utter insecurity. If he had internal strength, it would be easier, but now, a man with no strength to even kill a chicken, he had to bend his arms into a fixed position to reach it, and even then, his remaining strength was almost zero. He had tried countless times to resist his desires in that stone chamber, but each time he failed and gave up.
Now someone was helping him, but it was a girl...
Should he do it?
Although Shen Hong was melancholy, his instinctive desires had already caused him to unconsciously raise one leg, assuming a straddling position on the bench...
People of the martial world shouldn't be bound by such formalities, and besides, Xiao Lin, with her eyes closed, would probably never know, right?
Even if I'm sorry, Xiao Lin.
Shen Hong took Li Xiaolin's hand, imbued with inner strength, and leaned back as far as possible, gently guiding Li Xiaolin's trembling hand to that shameful forbidden zone. "Please... thank you..." His voice was low and filled with intense desire. Li Xiaolin finally suppressed her curiosity and gently touched the spot Shen Hong was pointing to. The area through her clothes was so soft and so hot!
Touched, Shen Hong's body jolted, but he wasn't fatally hit. What was hit was his scrotum, a spot only that person would play with!
"Ugh..." He tried hard to control himself and not let out a shameful sound. "Please go a little lower... one more time..."
"Ugh... a little deeper... still not hit..." Shen Hong was sweating profusely from the ordeal, his hands gripping the bench as he began to gasp for breath...
Oh no! He saw a pair of eyes! He didn't know when those eyes had been watching him, but he knew that the owner of those eyes was furious, furious enough that he would be torn to pieces in the next second!
13
The man's movements were incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Lin in front of her had collapsed to the ground, and she herself was roughly lifted up. The wind whistled in her ears, and footsteps rushed past. Shen Hong
didn't even have time to figure out where she was going before Yan Ying slammed her heavily back onto the bed in Qinghua's room. "Ugh... Xiao Lin, she..." Shen Hong's words were cut short by a hard slap from Yan Ying. The force of the blow and the fear over Xiao Lin's life made Shen Hong feel dizzy. But this was only the beginning. The enraged man grabbed Shen Hong's clothes and ripped them to shreds. Just then, Shen Hong clearly heard the scream of her maid, Xiao Yun...
She had been forced into a position with her legs wide open by Yan Ying, her private parts completely exposed. Xiao Yun must have seen it all clearly. He knew that wherever that person was—at the North Star Gate, in the stone chamber, or in Qinghua's house—there would be endless humiliation.
"Get out!" Seeing the man's beautiful face turn ashen, the timid maid didn't flinch. She only glanced at Shen Hong with reluctance before kneeling down in tears, pleading, "It's all my fault, please don't blame Young Master Ye, I'm willing…ah…"
Little did she expect these would be her last words…
Shen Hong saw her spitting blood but staring intently at him, and felt a sharp pain in his heart. That girl had done it all for him; her last words were for him!
"It's all my fault, please don't blame Young Master Ye, I'm willing to be punished." Unfortunately, these complete sentences were lost with the sound of her master falling to the ground.
He looked at Yan Ying in disbelief. That man had mercilessly kicked Xiao Yun to death!
Why! Why did Xiao Yun fall in love with someone so worthless! Why did she love him to the point of losing her life! It wasn't worth it, Xiao Yun! "Why are you so stupid? How am I supposed to respond?!"
"You slut! I underestimated you! You've only known her for a few days!" Yan Ying pointed at the corpse on the ground and sneered, "This girl is so infatuated with you that she'd risk her life! Fine! I'll see how much charm you have! How many women you can bewitch with this useless thing!
" As he spoke, his hand, like an eagle's claw, grabbed Shen Hong's drooping penis, which was buried in light-colored body hair, and twisted it hard...
"Ugh..." Although he could no longer feel it, it was still part of his body, and now the man seemed to be planning to twist it off... It hurts... It hurts...
"Hmph! Anyway, you're useless with this! You might as well twist it off and feed it to the dogs, or use it to accompany the tragically deceased Xiao Yun in death." Vicious words floated from his beautiful lips, and he twisted it again with even more force...
"Ah... You... What are you saying... The person who killed Xiao Yun was clearly... Clearly you, you devil..." But if it weren't for him, how could Xiao Yun have died, and how could the Third Miss of Shun Chi Manor, with whom he had always had a good relationship, have been so badly injured and her life hanging in the balance! In the end, the culprit wasn't that demon, but himself—himself, the one who only knew how to harm others while alive!
He wept silently, the pain in his heart far outweighing the physical pain; he wouldn't argue with Yan Ying, because it was pointless—what could a toy argue with its owner? He no longer wanted to associate with anyone in the world, because he dared not harm anyone again; he didn't want to concern himself with worldly affairs, because they were no longer relevant to him…
"Is it me?" Yan Ying laughed when Shen Hong called him a devil. So this was the image Shen Hong had always held in her mind. Releasing the bruised and mangled penis, Yan Ying grabbed Shen Hong's disheveled hair and forcefully lifted his upper body. "You're my exclusive toy, Yan Ying. Do you think I'd tolerate you seducing others? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have imagined you could be so despicable! Inviting that woman in the corridor to poke your ass with her fingers! Hmph..." He chuckled softly, lowering his head to press his thin lips to Shen Hong's ear, his gentle, jade-like voice carrying: "You like being penetrated so much, and you even like being penetrated by a woman's fingers. That's quite unexpected, but it's also opened my eyes... Hehe... I know what to do next..." Suddenly, his fingers spread wide, long hair falling from between his slender, strong fingers, and his suspended body returned to the bed.
Being penetrated by a woman's fingers? How could he say something like that! But thinking about it carefully, it's truly disgusting to imagine a girl pressing the pressure points on his private parts. Besides, given his shameful posture at the time, it's not surprising that Yan Ying would misunderstand him. If that person wasn't dark and perverted, how could they have such thoughts? Hmph... no matter what, his explanations are futile, so it's better to remain silent.
"Ah..." With a low moan, the person's slender fingers had already penetrated his body. This shameful body immediately became excited upon penetration, tightly gripping the slender filling material. "Look at you! How lewd you are!" Yan Ying sneered contemptuously, his fingers, buried inside Shen Hong's body, teasingly stirring and gently scraping the sensitive, burning inner walls. Touched at a sensitive spot, Shen Hong couldn't help but tense up, her fingers digging deep into the sheets...
"Mmm..." The fingers continued to press against that spot, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, causing her lewd body to emit shameful moans...
"Tsk tsk!" Yan Ying raised the corners of his mouth, a wicked smirk flashing in his dark, gold-toned eyes. His fingers mercilessly withdrew from her desperately needy honey pot, bringing with them a trail of wet liquid.
"Won't you taste me?" He maliciously rubbed his liquid-covered fingers against Shen Hong's lips. No! Shen Hong immediately frowned in disgust.
"I must!" Yan Ying chuckled sinisterly, ignoring Shen Hong's slight resistance. He grabbed Shen Hong's shaking head with one hand, then gripped his pointed chin and forcibly inserted his fingers...
Although the taste wasn't too bad, the thought of it coming from that area made him gag...
"Hmph!" The man looking up at him was still laughing, his beautifully shaped lips continuing their vicious insults, "Other men ejaculate semen, but you're dripping with lustful fluid! If you're not lewd, who is? Haha!" Seeing that Shen Hong had stopped struggling, he released his chin and leisurely sat on the bed. His free hand then returned to Shen Hong's alluring pomegranate-colored area and probed inside. Not just a finger, but his entire hand, using the lubrication of the fluid to penetrate deeper. The resistance he encountered only increased his force, mercilessly tearing through the muscles and piercing through, finally plunging his entire hand into the lewd cave...
It felt as if his internal organs were about to be pushed out by that hand. Shen Hong felt pain and instinctively wanted to bite the foreign object in his mouth. Yan Ying was an extremely shrewd person, and naturally wouldn't allow himself to be harmed. Before Shen Hong could exert any force, he swiftly struck the pressure points in Shen Hong's mouth.
"Now, whether you want to bite me or can't bear the humiliation ahead and want to bite your tongue to commit suicide, it's all in vain."
"Tap, tap, tap," his movements were as swift as the wind, swiftly sealing all of Shen Hong's vital points, keeping him in an ugly state of limbs spread wide and unable to move. Satisfied, he withdrew his blood-soaked hand and wiped it clean on the ravaged bedsheet, a gorgeous yet wicked smile appearing on his lips: "Are you satisfied with the development work just now? Hmm?" He stood up gracefully, as if eager to know Shen Hong's answer.
Shen Hong remained silent. This kind of humiliation wasn't the first time. As long as he could see Qinghua again, did he still care about these things?!
Seeing that Shen Hong ignored him, Yan Ying's black and gold eyes faintly reflected a surge of anger, "Good!" With a flick of his demonic eyes, Yan Ying smiled and clapped his hands, and immediately a man in black tight-fitting clothes appeared in the small house. The man clapped his hands and knelt on one knee respectfully, saying, "Your subordinate, Ye Feng, greets Your Majesty."
"Hmm, Ye Feng, go and summon all the maids with long, slender fingers from the four courtyards, now." A deep, seductive voice rang out, belonging to the alluring master. Shen Hong felt a chill run through her body upon hearing his words. The man in black, Ye Feng, was also puzzled, but judging from his expression, he was undoubtedly loyal and obedient to his master. He immediately responded and left.
Yan Ying watched his subordinate leave, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Young Master Yin, Shen Hong," the demonic figure said, arms crossed, each word distinct, "Since you like women's fingers so much, I will certainly satisfy you!"
The first woman trembled as she inserted her index finger into her honeyed orifice. Because of her master's fear, the sharp, long nail accidentally scratched Shen Hong's torn wound…
The second woman's hand was cold, and Shen Hong still couldn't help but contract her honeyed orifice, trying to tightly envelop the object that could quell her desire. The woman screamed and fainted...
The third woman had long fingers, seemingly skilled in teasing, each touch hitting Shen Hong's sensitive spots perfectly...
The fourth, the fifth...
She lost count of how many women this was, but after her fingers withdrew, no one continued...
The "torture" was over. Shen Hong turned his head and looked at Yan Ying, who remained silent but whose gaze never left him, with a provocative smile. Did he think this was enough to torture him? Such a shrewd man hadn't considered what this excessively lewd body truly needed? Dignity or pleasure? He should thank these women for satisfying his needs, and of course, Yan Ying should be the one most grateful, shouldn't he?!
He was actually smiling? He had expected him to be so humiliated he wanted to die, but now he was smiling. Yan Ying stared at the body on the bed for a long time, then suddenly laughed, raising an eyebrow and saying, "What? Are you satisfied with this? I don't think so. A woman's fingers are too slender for your filthy little hole, and how can the wriggling of a snake compare to the thrusting of a man inside you? Hmph...! I said I would definitely satisfy you, and I will definitely do so!"
Shen Hong remained silent, of course, he couldn't speak either. Apart from his neck, which could move, and his shameful parts that could contract, what difference was there between him and a living dead? He listened quietly, trying to hear what Yan Ying wanted to say...
Yan Ying smiled, then pointed to a maid and instructed, "Go to the East Courtyard and ask Protector He for something. He has plenty there. The shape is similar to a man's treasure. Remember to get one with a long handle and a glans, and it has to be a large size. The rest of you must remember not to talk nonsense about what happened today, otherwise, Xiao Yun who collapsed here earlier will be your example." His imposing demeanor, though not angry, frightened everyone into responding in unison.
The appointed maids immediately went out to carry out the task. Yan Ying then said, "Leave ten people to await further instructions. The rest of you, step back. Remember what I just said." With that, she waved her hand gracefully, her expression calm and her smile as radiant as a peach blossom. Hearing the order, the maids dared not linger. Some of the more timid ones even ran away in fear.
"Ah? Why would Master ask me for something like this?" He Xiaomu asked, her face full of surprise, while her right hand relentlessly lashed out with her whip, disciplining a male slave who was howling in pain.
"Uh... as far as I know, Master wanted to discipline a male slave... so..."
"Someone once said this kind of thing was very old-fashioned. Why is he suddenly interested in using it?" He Xiaomu, on a whim, gave the male slave, who was lying on the ground like a puppy, several lashes, raising an eyebrow and saying, "I'm interested to see what kind of person is worth Master going to such lengths for. You can go now. I'll deliver it myself."
"But, Master is waiting..." the maid hesitated.
"Are your little steps faster or my seamless water-skimming lightness skill more powerful?" The fox-eyed maid glanced at her disdainfully and immediately apologized, "This humble servant saw that the Left Envoy was busy with many official duties and did not want to trouble you. Please forgive me."
"Hmm...! Come feed my little puppy, I'm off!" With that, he lightly patted the male slave's head, and from entering the inner room to retrieving the props to entering the west courtyard, only a few seconds passed. His movements were like the wind, using the signature move of the Jiangnan Gang, the number one gang in the Central Plains—the "Traceless Water-Walking" technique!
"Master, what you requested has arrived." He Xiaomu presented a long ebony box with feigned respect.
Yan Ying smiled as he took it, opened it, and found it indeed met his requirements.
"Master, are you going to use this on that little beauty in bed?" The fox had already stepped forward, lecherously eyeing the person whose limbs were spread wide, lasciviously disheveled, yet whose eyes remained clear. He seemed to have seen her somewhere before, but couldn't quite place her. The fox wanted to get closer, but a hand stopped him—Yan Ying's hand.
The fox immediately beamed, "Master, how can I not use the props that have arrived?"
Hmph! A lecherous fox!
Flame Shadow and the Fox exchanged a smile, then took out a massive phallus and handed it to one of the ten maids standing beside them. "Put this in using the same method as before."
"Ah...yes..." The maids couldn't disobey their master's orders and immediately complied. The dildo touched the opening, causing the area to contract strongly, and in a few moments, it swallowed the enormous object.
"Not bad capacity, Master, you've trained him well, hahaha," the Fox "complimented." Although that little beauty's body was promiscuous, why did he sense an inner elegance and nobility, an unconquerable pride?! Interesting, truly interesting! Lowly or noble? If he had the chance in the future, he would have to test him himself.
Ignoring his audacity, Yan Ying coldly ordered the maids, "You five, form two shifts to discipline this slut. Hmph! Hold that handle and keep the penis going in and out of her body. When one gets tired, switch to the other. Don't stop except to make her eat and excrete!"
"Yes!"
"Start now," Yan Ying said to the maids who had just inserted the penis into Shen Hong's body.
"Yes!"
The maids rolled up their sleeves, gripped the penis handle, and began the piston-like motion meticulously...
"Ugh..." So swollen, so painful, yet so pleasurable...
Shen Hong closed her eyes, her body contracting and expanding with each thrust of the penis.
How could he, drowning in the deep sea of desire, face the pure Qinghua? A single tear slowly slid down her cheek...
14
The North Hall of the North Star Gate was where the sect leader received visitors. The large hall was filled with forty-nine large mahogany chairs arranged in seven rows and seven columns. All forty-nine chairs were occupied, some seated, others standing to make an appearance. Despite being invited, the group wore stern faces, their eyes revealing obvious impatience and fear.
"Why isn't your sect leader here yet!" Led by a burly man, the hall erupted in commotion. That treacherous leader of the Polaris Sect was so arrogant, making them, the normally respected and beloved members of the righteous martial arts world, wait for so long! Even more infuriating, though unspoken, was their weakness! If they hadn't been caught red-handed, they wouldn't have put up with this humiliation!
"Please calm down, everyone. My sect leader has some business to attend to; he'll be here shortly," a man in a tight-fitting outfit said coldly from the steps. His voice was clear and cold, not loud, but easily heard by everyone present. The man was of medium build, dressed in black with blond hair, standing calmly to the side, yet exuding a palpable killing intent. Everyone secretly thought that the Polaris Sect was indeed full of hidden talents, especially since someone had leverage over them. It was best to wait and see. They remained silent, and the hall quieted down again.
"Gentlemen, you have come from afar. Please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality." His words were meant to ease the tension, but his cold tone was anything but pleasant. At that moment, steady footsteps sounded from behind the curtain. The man immediately turned around and knelt on one knee, saying, "Welcome, Master."
As he spoke, the beaded curtain was lifted, and a handsome, tall man in white robes stepped out. This man had sharply angled eyebrows, and his eyes shone with an otherworldly light. He was unrestrained and wild
, yet there was no hint of frivolity. Seeing that the Polaris Sect Master's appearance alone was outstanding, everyone felt a chill. Looking at the ordinary people around them, they realized that such an exceptional figure was probably unmatched in the world. Yan Ying waved his hand, and Ye Feng retreated to stand quietly behind the main seat.
"Welcome everyone from the Polaris Gate." Seeing some people respectfully stand, Yan Ying smiled gently and gestured, "Please, everyone, have a seat. I've invited you all here today because I need your help with something." He gracefully took his seat in the main seat, his charm captivating everyone with his words.
"We don't know what troubles the Gate Master, but as long as it's a legitimate matter, we will do our utmost to help." The one who spoke was He Tianxue, the representative of the Three Gangs, Five Lakes, and Twelve Caves, the current leader of the martial arts alliance, and the leader of the Jiangnan Gang, the largest gang in Jiangnan. "
Elder He, please forgive my rudeness. It is naturally a legitimate matter."
"Gate Master, please speak."
"Do you all still remember the once-renowned Tianjue Gate?" Upon hearing this, everyone's faces showed regret.
"The North Star Sect is in the north, and the Heavenly Annihilation Sect is in the south. My wish back then was to cooperate with Sect Leader Shen of the Heavenly Annihilation Sect, to form a powerful alliance between the north and south, and jointly promote the prosperity and development of the martial arts world... Unfortunately, a few months ago, the Heavenly Annihilation Sect suffered a sudden tragedy and was wiped out overnight..."
His sword-like brows furrowed, as if he couldn't bear to say more.
"Hmph! Not just Sect Leader Shen! But also our martial arts alliance leader, our brothers! We've wanted to avenge this for a long time! But that Young Master Yin is treacherous and cunning. We've been searching for him for almost a year without success! We have no face to face Sect Leader Shen in the afterlife and the many martial arts brothers who died tragically!" "That treacherous Young Master Yin kills without blinking an eye! My cousin's family had no grudge against him, yet they died tragically at his hands! My hatred for him is irreconcilable! If I ever meet him again, I will definitely kill this scourge with my own hands!!!" "I swear I will not be human until I eliminate this monster!!!"
What chaos!
The enemies Young Master Yin has made are indeed numerous, but what if these people knew that he was actually the mastermind behind it all? Yan Ying couldn't help but want to laugh, but such a thing would never happen.
"Everyone, please calm down and listen to me!" Yan Ying raised his voice, and the crowd, already captivated by his charm, naturally quieted down.
"This grudge must be avenged. In the past, our sect was considered an evil organization in the martial world. Yan Ying asked himself, although his methods were sometimes excessive, he had never truly committed any heinous crimes. But Young Master Yin's indiscriminate killing of innocents is simply intolerable. Therefore, out of selfishness, Yan Ying has sent people to search for Young Master Yin many times, but... that person's whereabouts are too secretive, and since he killed several martial arts seniors in one fell swoop last time, there has been no news of him. Therefore, I, Yan Ying, speculate that either he has retired from martial arts and gone into seclusion in the mountains, or he is no longer alive."
"Hmph! No matter what, he cannot escape the fate of paying for murder with his life!"
"That's for sure! However, Young Master Yin is just a minor prodigy, and he is not worthy of our great efforts. The reason I invited everyone here is actually for what I just mentioned..." Yan Ying looked around at the crowd and said solemnly, "For the sake of the martial world, help our sect to establish an alliance with the Tianjue Sect."
"But, the Tianjue Sect has already been destroyed by Young Master Yin, so how can we establish an alliance?" He Tianxue asked.
Yan Ying smiled, "As far as I know, Sect Leader Shen has two younger brothers. One is a second-rank official in the court, while the other dislikes officialdom and has always preferred to live with his elder brother, Shen Po, at Tianjue Sect since childhood. The younger brother's name is Shen Hong. He left long ago when Tianjue Sect was destroyed. Please help me find him; I am willing to rebuild Tianjue Sect for him."
It turned out this young man had always been concerned for the development of the martial arts world, kind-hearted, and helpful. Their reservations about him were truly narrow-minded, and Yan Ying couldn't help but feel respect for him. "Please forgive any misunderstandings we may have had about Sect Leader Shen. We will certainly announce this to the world and clear your name!"
"You flatter me." Yan Ying rose and bowed politely, saying frankly, "Finding Brother Shen Hong's whereabouts is indeed difficult; it will likely take a lot of your time. I thank you in advance."
Led by He Tianxue, the martial arts bigwigs clasped their hands and said in unison, "Sect Master, you flatter us. We will do everything in our power to find Young Master Shen."
Hehehehe…! It would be strange if you found him, but…
Yan Ying touched the exquisite human skin mask on his face. These good-for-nothings might actually be able to catch the big fish behind the scenes.
"Your old man was really impressive today; he stole almost all the lines." Yan Ying said to He Xiaomu afterward.
"Correction, wrong! It's clearly my second uncle, okay!"
"Oh! Why didn't I see you today? What were you doing while I was having a meeting with those bigwigs?"
"Playing with my little dog in the East Courtyard, what for?" Fox glanced at Yan Ying sideways.
"Didn't you go anywhere else? Like my West Courtyard?" Such cunning eyes…
"Uh… of course not!" Fox coughed twice.
"That's good." Yan Ying looked at him again, then finally walked away with his hands behind his back.
"Phew!" Fox wiped his sweat, thinking about the details of what had just happened. Hmm? He shouldn't have given himself away!
An hour ago, Fox learned that Sect Master Yan Ying was playing games with those martial arts idiots and couldn't get away. Of the four protectors, Right Protector Li Qi had returned to court a couple of days ago, Forward Protector Feng Yan was practicing in seclusion, and Rear Protector Ye Feng was loyally following Yan Ying. Therefore, choosing this time to commit the crime was absolutely safe!
He Xiaosen's handsome and tall figure moved like a ghost across the sky above the North Star Gate, leaping lightly a few times and arriving at the West Courtyard.
Fox's limbs gripped firmly onto a large tree. Although the tree was some distance from the room where the little beauty was, it was tall enough and safe enough. Moreover, Fox's eyesight was excellent; adjusting his position, he could clearly see the erotic scene inside.
"Mmm...mmm..." A woman sat on the bed, sweating profusely as she repeatedly thrust. Fox could even see the glistening liquid that came out with each withdrawal, and the rose-colored vulva kept clenching and relaxing, as if sincerely inviting him to enter.
Two women were rubbing the little beauty's nipples! How could they be so perverted! The little beauty must be writhing beneath them in
pain, how could they bear to continue this S&M?! No way! He couldn't tolerate this! He had to be the hero!
Oh~~~
that place was already uncooperatively erect!
Okay! The hero's moment had arrived!
The fox used acupressure—the sleep acupoint—from a distance, and the five women in the room all performed a not-so-graceful dance of their sleeves in the air, before one of them fainted in agreement.
The fox-like handsome man made his dazzling entrance!
"Ugh... ugh... ugh... what do you want... ugh... do... ugh..." The little beauty on the bed spoke in such a coquettish, cute, and alluring way, hehe... I love it! The fox immediately rushed over, casually stepping over the fallen female obstacle.
"My beauty~ I'm here~" He happily picked up Shen Hong, kissing and rubbing her skin repeatedly. This little beauty's skin was so delicate, white, smooth, and elastic! Oh! How did those little white hands get inside his waistband?
Ahhh~~ His precious little brother was being held! Wow~ So good~~ He was about to ejaculate! My
little beauty~ You're the one who tempted me to commit a crime!
The fox quickly unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his large, thick, and proud member.
"My little beauty, be good, let me have my way, and I'll love you very, very much~~" He pulled his penis out of the little beauty's body, then raised her legs and thrust in...
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“Woo-wah~ woo-wah~” Hearing the little beauty’s delicate moans, the fox thrust even harder. My god, it was simply ecstasy… The fox panted, still in the position of being inside Shen Hong, picked him up, patted his little head as a reward, and said softly, “My little beauty is so good, what’s your name?”
“Shen Hong.”
“Ah!!!”
“That’s right!” Shen Hong said coldly, “You also have another identity—Shen Hong of the Silver Prince.”
Too…unexpected…! Shen Hong! He is actually Shen Hong! The Silver Prince that the master once painstakingly wanted!!! No wonder, no wonder he looked familiar at first glance, so it turns out…it turns out to be him…
If he wasn’t the Silver Prince, why would the master go to such lengths! You’re so stupid, He Xiaomu, you actually accidentally hit the person the master has his eye on, you’re dead, you’re going to die~~~
The fox is a fox after all, after eating, he wants to wipe the grease. However, Shen Hong had him sucked so tightly that he couldn't pull out no matter what he tried!
"Shen Hong, let go!" The fox's mouth was already pursed into a cleft lip.
"Hmph..." Shen Hong sucked even tighter, but apart from their intertwined parts being pressed tightly together, Shen Hong almost disgustedly pushed He
Xiaomu , coldly saying, "You think you can leave after you're done eating?"
"Uh... not leaving? Do you expect Yan Ying to tear me to pieces?" He told the truth.
"You know that too?" Shen Hong retorted.
"What do you want?" The fox looked at Shen Hong's expression, which was even more foxy than a fox's, and felt his scalp tingle. Ugh... he'd been caught off guard... he'd tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead... so frustrating!
"What do I want?" Shen Hong pondered, "I want you to help me find out about a girl named Li Xiaolin who came to the former North Star Gate with the Three Gangs and the Twelve Caves of the Five Lakes, and also..." Her dark eyes lit up, and she looked at the fox, saying each word clearly, "Help me leave the North Star Gate!"
"What!!!" Finding someone wasn't difficult, but to take him away from the North Star Gate? That would mean betraying his master! No, no, no! Even a complete idiot wouldn't agree to that, let alone him!
"What? You won't agree?" Shen Hong looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips. Won't agree? What kind of sacrifice was this? He had no choice but to agree.
"Uh… well… your request is so difficult…" Damn it, that place is being squeezed even tighter, it'll break if this keeps up! "No, no, Xiao Hong, can you relax a little? Let's talk this out!" Her precious little brother was more important!
"If you don't agree, I'll keep you pinned down until your master arrives." What a powerful threat! The fox felt a cold sweat break out all over his body. "Also, even if Flame Shadow is busy with official duties, how long can your remote acupoint striking last? Once these maids wake up..." He raised an eyebrow and smiled, "What are your chances of silencing them?!"
"Wow! I, He Xiaomu, hate being threatened more than anything in my life! Anyone who dares to threaten me is already in the Yellow Springs!!!" Seeing Shen Hong still staring at him with a half-smile, the fox's momentum suddenly turned sour: "But, you are an exception."
"Thank you." Shen Hong stepped back, her tightly closed honey hole gradually opening up, slowly releasing the fox.
"You're welcome!" The fox immediately jumped down to straighten his clothes, and a few seconds later he was a handsome man again, as if what had just happened had nothing to do with him.
"Hmm? Aren't you afraid I'll go back on my word?" The fox looked at Shen Hong on the bed, who was obviously suffering from lust.
"I'm not afraid... um... but please do me another favor..."
"What..."
"Help me clean myself up. You absolutely can't leave your thing inside me, otherwise..."
"Of course." "
And, after you're done... then put that thing back inside me..."
"Uh... no problem..."
15
When Yan Ying arrived, Shen Hong was being fed by a maid. A thin blanket was gently draped over his slender waist, revealing a large expanse of smooth, alluring skin. Shen Hong leaned lazily against the edge of the bed, his disheveled hair casually draped over his shoulders, his fair face radiating an irresistible, seductive allure—he was a bewitching little enchantress. Seeing him so obedient today, Yan Ying was delighted. He took the bowl from the maid and dismissed them, as he was in a rare mood to feed him himself.
He lifted Shen Hong's soft body and held him in his arms, holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. The bowl contained bird's nest and white fungus soup, crystal clear and nourishing for the kidneys and complexion. Yan Ying scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips. Shen Hong remained silent, quietly opening his mouth and drinking it down. Yan Ying remained silent, neither wanting to break the seemingly warm tranquility. After Shen Hong quietly finished his soup, Yan Ying noticed a drop of saliva at the corner of his mouth, so he lowered his head and gently licked it clean with his tongue. Then, he hugged Shen Hong tightly, kissing his slender collarbone and softly said, "I only realized today how many people outside want Young Master Yin dead. Shen Hong... no... Xiao Ye... you must forget your identity... even in front of your closest people, you must never mention it again..."
Nestled in Yan Ying's arms, Shen Hong frowned in disgust.
"Xiao Ye... don't blame me for what happened yesterday... I care about you so much... do you think a man would tolerate his beloved cheating on him?"
Care about him? How ridiculous, Shen Hong felt like vomiting. He closed his eyes, letting the man adjust his position and kiss his sensitive nipples. "Mmm..."
came a low moan, purely instinctive, stemming from the primal instincts of his wanton body...
"Don't do anything that will anger me again..." Yan Ying's tongue skillfully teased the rose-red nipples on his chest, and Shen Hong couldn't help but be overwhelmed by pleasure, his slender body trembling in the man's arms...
"Mmm... I... I want..." Shen Hong couldn't bear it any longer and kicked off the thin blanket, bending his alluring thighs and rubbing against Yan Ying's waist...
"So impatient, my little Ye." Yan Ying kissed him affectionately, parting his thighs to reveal the alluring part still containing the huge penis. "Come on, let my little Ye enjoy it first." He spoke softly, fiddling with the sex toy with the long handle.
"Mmm...mmm..." Only through penetration could he find the feeling of being alive. "Mmm...mmm..." Soft moans escaped Shen Hong's lips intermittently...
"Since you've been so obedient today...I should reward you a little...!" With a wicked whisper, Yan Ying suddenly stopped what he was doing, leaned down, and took Shen Hong's masculine symbol, buried in light-colored pubic hair, into his mouth.
"Mmm...no..." Shen Hong frowned in disgust. He had already ruined it, so why was he still taking it in his mouth? Was it to humiliate him? Such a way of humiliating him was rare indeed. This was the first time he had experienced this. Yan Ying's mouth was so hot, even hotter than Qinghua's little hole...
How could he think like this! He must have lost his nature in the throes of desire! Why is he so filthy, from body to soul, not a single part of him is worthy of the pure Qinghua…
But, “Mmm…” Shen Hong gasped softly, why did a long-lost tingling sensation come from there under that person’s teasing…
“Mmm…” Shen Hong wanted to move, but her body was firmly held in place by Yan Ying’s arms. That person’s luscious lips, small mouth, every swallow and spit seemed to awaken the desire that was gradually no longer dormant…
Shen Hong felt waves of heat flowing from there and rushing throughout her body, so… so hard to love… that place seemed to be hard…
“Mmm…” Sure enough, her feeling was right, it was getting bigger and bigger, more and more like it was about to explode, but it was always a step short, never reaching the edge…
“Mmm… Mmm…” Shen Hong’s body tensed up as the penis inside her suddenly moved, “Ah ah ah…” Desires in two places were aroused at the same time, the front was swallowed by the wet and hot mouth, and the back was hit by the huge penis. In just a few strokes, accompanied by Shen Hong’s uncontrollable screams, thick white fluid sprayed into Yan Ying’s mouth.
Yan Ying chuckled, nonchalantly tilting his head back to swallow. "How about it? Surprised?" A flamboyant smile still lingered on his lips.
Shen Hong stared at the man in disbelief. Why was he doing this? Did he know that only prostitutes were willing to do such things?
And yet he did it so calmly and casually. Shen Hong sighed. She couldn't judge this man by ordinary standards; he was a demon, a madman!
Yan Ying smiled. How could he not know what Shen Hong was thinking? "What?" He raised his voice leisurely, "Did my sudden change bewitch you? Heh... Actually, it's only for you. I wouldn't do this for anyone else." Holding Shen Hong, he slowly continued to satisfy the desire behind him, his soft, snake-like voice whispering in Shen Hong's ear, "I don't know how good Qinghua is to you, but I know that the one you can rely on is not him, but... my embrace..."
"Mmm..."
"Don't you really understand my feelings for you? Hmm? Shen Hong..." His penis thrust into her hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, as if trying to find an answer...
"I... Ah... I don't understand..." Why, why did the man ask this? Why, why did he answer?
But why, why did his body desperately need to be penetrated? For some reason, it seemed like indulging one's desires was all that mattered...
"Hmph!" Suddenly, the pressure in his hand increased, causing the body in his arms to tense violently. "Ugh... ugh..."
"Let me tell you, Shen Hong, from the first moment I saw you, you were destined to be in my grasp. I like you, to be liked by someone like me... isn't that good?" A warm, humid scent, carrying a strange fragrance, gently brushed against Shen Hong's flushed face. Shen Hong was startled, then her eyes snapped open, unleashing a long burst of laughter—madness, despair, and breathtaking beauty...
"Shen Hong, do you know how beautiful you are like this?"
So this person liked him. Is this what liking someone is like? Threatening him, imprisoning him, torturing him, destroying him, hurting everyone around him?! Is it liking a person, liking a dog, liking a toy? Or some other kind of liking?! This kind of liking was incomprehensible, and he couldn't bear it!
Hmph! Anyway, he'd be at peace after today. Yan Ying, do you like me? Do you like me? I'll gamble my life on your words.
If you truly love me, will you be lonely after I disappear tomorrow? Will you miss me? Will you lose sleep because of me?
Shen Hong pursed her lips, letting that person kiss her, letting that person roam freely within her…
In that moment of inattention, a poignant smile appeared on that person's lips. It was about to end. From now on, in that brief future, the only thing that could accompany him was his own despairing and lonely heart…
From now on… he would truly be all alone…
The air in the north was dry, while most of the Three Gangs, Five Lakes, and Twelve Caves were located in the warm and humid Jiangnan region. Although the disciples admired their sect leader, Yan Ying, they suffered greatly from the unfamiliar climate. Now that the meeting was over, and each sect had pledged to help Yan Ying find Shen Hong's whereabouts, it was inconvenient for them to linger. The day after the meeting ended, they began to return home one after another. The Jiangnan Gang, which prided itself on being the number one sect in Jiangnan, was the last to arrive, and they said the most polite words. By evening, the large group of people finally returned home happily under the "farewell" of the North Star Gate.
As expected of a major sect, their greatest advantage is their grand scale and large number of people. Other sects only send their leader and a few important disciples, while the Jiangnan Gang brings dozens of disciples and servants. This is understandable; having been blackmailed with a dirty secret, they naturally want to bring more people to intimidate their opponents. However, upon arrival, they are treated with courtesy, and a few kind words easily flatter them, causing them to forget their original intentions and busy themselves with currying favor.
Uncle is truly hypocritical, He Xiaomu still shook his head, but fortunately, two things were finally accomplished today. Shen Hong, I wish you and that not-so-good-looking woman a long and happy life together. And, uh, have a safe journey, and don't let Yan Ying catch you again, otherwise, well, the consequences are unimaginable.
Shen Hong and Li Xiaolin were indeed mixed in with the Jiangnan Gang. The day before, Li Xiaolin had been injured by Yan Ying's internal energy; though her life wasn't in danger, she suffered a brain injury and lost her memory. He Xiaomu, seeing Shen Hong go to such lengths to inquire about her, assumed this woman must be someone Shen Hong loved. He spent the entire night healing the unconscious woman, and she eventually woke up, but with no memory. Regardless, he had done his best. And since Shen Hong was determined to leave, she certainly wouldn't tell the sect leader what happened between them that day. Heh, her head was finally saved.
Li Xiaolin came to the Beijixing Sect as the cousin of the leader of the Tiancan Cave, one of the three gangs, five lakes, and twelve caves. Now that the Tiancan Cave had long since left, and she had lost her memory, Shen Hong naturally couldn't ignore her. Moreover, He Xiaomu seemed like a decent person; besides taking her out of the Beijixing Sect, he had made a series of arrangements to help them evade Yan Ying's pursuit later. After walking three miles, the Jiangnan Gang stayed at an inn. Shen Hong took the opportunity to slip away from them and took Li Xiaolin to another inn. After a quick meal and booking two more rooms, Shen Hong settled Li Xiaolin to sleep. He opened the window, gazing absently
at the night sky. He couldn't believe he had actually escaped that hell; a small sense of relief washed over him from his lifeless, depressed state. A while later, he finally lay down fully clothed, his mind replaying the day's events. Waking up in that man's warm embrace that morning, he had inadvertently discovered that his manhood had remained inside him all night. For some reason, Shen Hong felt a sense of peace and fulfillment at that moment.
Later, the man left, and the women began their mechanical routine. Shen Hong felt a mixture of disgust and fear. He was disgusted by the women's arrogance and disregard for his dignity, and afraid of how he could satisfy his sordid desires now that he was gone. Leaving wasn't the end of the story; his hesitation only tormented him. Finally, after five women fainted, the fox appeared, looking quite smug. The fox gave him clothes, silver, a brocade pouch, and a bottle of medicine.
"What is this?" Shen Hong asked, puzzled, clutching the medicine bottle in her hand.
"Hmm! It's naturally something good for you!" the fox said confidently. "When you apply this medicine to that area, it will give you a very cooling sensation. If you feel uncomfortable, just apply a little inside, and after using it a few times, it will naturally relieve your desire."
"Really?"
"You'll know once you use it!" the fox chuckled teasingly, reaching out to pry open Shen Hong's thigh. "Hehe, do you want me to help you?"
"...No!"
After applying the magical ointment, she indeed felt much better. Led by the fox, she met Li Xiaolin, and at that moment, Shen Hong was overjoyed. Although Li Xiaolin had lost her memory, she was still alive, and as long as she was alive, there was hope. Infiltrating
the Jiangnan Gang, they walked out of the North Star Gate with a large group of people. Shen Hong supported Li Xiaolin as they walked firmly forward. The so-called humiliation... ha... it's all in the past...
There was no lingering attachment, no desire for revenge. Let everything from the past be in the past; he didn't want to care about the past anymore. Shen Hong knew what he was doing. He wanted to see Qinghua again, but he didn't want to sit idly by and wait for death at the North Star Gate. So he would actively seize every opportunity, like that fox…
Although its life wouldn't be long, Shen Hong seemed to be sleeping soundly tonight…
“My little pet actually ran away?” It wasn't anger, but a maniacal laugh. His beautiful eyes shone with a cold light, and his thin lips parted wickedly, exhaling a dangerous breath: “Shen Hong! You can't escape my grasp. Hmph…! How will I treat you next time we meet? Hahahaha…”
16
The escape wasn't as dangerous as expected, but it was much more difficult than he remembered.
The former Shen Hong, or rather, Young Master Yin, was highly skilled in martial arts, possessed profound inner strength, and could easily traverse mountains and rivers, leaping across rooftops and walls. But now, he was frail and delicate, a flamboyantly handsome androgynous young man, and was also carrying a woman who had lost her memory and was mentally exhausted. Naturally, their journey was fraught with difficulties.
Although Shen Hong had lost his martial arts skills, his years of experience in the martial world told him that someone was closely following them. At first, Shen Hong suspected it was someone from the Polaris Sect, but the invisible figure never approached and even shielded the two "weak men and women" from a lot of trouble. Otherwise, with Shen Hong's appearance, she would probably have been kidnapped and made a rich man's plaything long ago. He Xiaomu had once given him a brocade pouch, which instructed him to keep going west to a place called Shili Slope to find Master Pianran. This master's greatest skill was disguise; it was said that those disguised by him were unrecognizable even to their closest relatives. However, legends are just legends. Master Pianran had been living in seclusion for over thirty years, and people in the martial arts world only knew his name but never saw him. Shen Hong was moved that He Xiaomu, a junior, knew the master's whereabouts, and she realized that He Xiaomu was also an extraordinary person, but he had mistakenly joined the murky Polaris Sect. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him. However, He Xiaomu had ultimately helped her escape from the cage and had also made a series of arrangements for his future. The person behind him had no intention of harming them, so it must have been part of He Xiaomu's plan as well. Therefore, Shen Hong couldn't possibly resent him for his illicit affair with her, especially since she had clearly seduced him first…
“Brother Hong, how much longer until we arrive?” The yellow sand filled the sky, the wind whipping at their eyes. Shen Hong smiled bitterly, “I don’t know, it should be soon.”
“I miss the pond back home so much…”
“You remember… then do you remember where you live? Do you remember your surname and given name? Do you remember that your father is the owner of Shunchi Manor?” Shen Hong’s barrage of questions only elicited a panicked, innocent shake of the head from Li Xiaolin.
Shen Hong finally sighed softly, her eyes filled with deep melancholy…
Westward, yes, only westward. Given that person’s “obsession” with him, he must have sent many people south to hunt him down.
The reason was simple: in the south was his second brother, Shen Qing, whom he would turn to when he had nowhere else to go; in the south was Qinghua, whom he deeply loved; and his kind mother also lived in the south. And the west? To the west lay only endless yellow sand, a treacherous environment, and a dead end…
His second brother and mother? He had no face to see them. But he had to see Qinghua eventually. What was the point of leaving the North Star Gate if not to see Qinghua? A walking corpse was the same no matter where it was. But to see Qinghua, he had to escape the North Star Gate, and to escape the North Star Gate, he had to become someone else—disguise!
Not only did he need to, but Li Xiaolin needed to as well. Disguise themselves as a brother and sister, or perhaps a couple?
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In May, the Jiangnan region was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, the weather slightly muggy. The Linmeng Path was not only a shortcut to the city but also a good place for villagers to cool off. At midday, a pair of brothers carrying simple luggage set off on the path. The brothers, one tall and one short, wore the same coarse blue robes, a head apart. Both were young, with ordinary appearances, the kind that would be hard to spot in a crowd.
"Brother Hong, we've been walking for most of the day. Can we sit down and rest for a while? I'm so tired."
Shen Hong pursed his lips helplessly, pulled her to a clean spot to sit down, and took out some dry food from his luggage and handed it to her. Li Xiaolin, disguised as a man, took it and took a bite, muttering a complaint: "Brother Hong, where are we going! We're always rushing around like this, don't we get a break?"
"Shunchi Manor. Just bear with it a little longer, we'll be there after passing through the town ahead and walking a few more miles." Shen Hong replied calmly.
"My home is really in Shunchi Manor? Am I really the third young lady of Shunchi Manor?" Shen Hong told her these things, but she had no recollection of them.
"Absolutely, but..." Shen Hong frowned. Should he tell her that although she was the third young lady, her father and brothers had been killed by "Young Master Yin" a year ago? Although Shen Hong's hands were stained with blood, he always had principles when it came to killing. Previously, the "one head for one pill"
traded only involved those he deemed deserving of death. The head of Shunchi Manor had always treated him like a son, a man of integrity, generosity, and chivalry. How could he possibly betray his conscience to do such a shameless thing! Hmph, that man's methods are indeed brilliant. He used his name to assassinate several martial arts masters, and now he's made those martial arts idiots completely obedient and utterly timid. Whenever Shen Hong thought of that man, he wanted to laugh, to laugh out loud, at his superfluous actions and his wasted efforts.
Such an arrogant person will eventually fall, reap what he sows, and suffer a terrible fall! If possible, I really want to see him fail with my own eyes on that day.
"But what? Brother Hong, what do you mean?!" Seeing Shen Hong's furrowed brows, Li Xiaolin grabbed his collar and asked anxiously. Disturbed by his thoughts, Shen Hong forced an unnatural smile: "Actually, it's nothing, but I can only take you to the vicinity of Shunchi Manor. If you walk forward, someone will come out to greet you."
"Brother Hong, do you mean you won't come in with me? Once we get to Shunchi Manor, you'll part ways with me?!" Li Xiaolin's brows furrowed deeply.
"That's exactly what I mean," Shen Hong said slowly.
"No way! I have no memory of anything! What Shunchi Manor? I've never heard of it, and I don't know a single person there! Besides, what if you made it up and there's no such place at all? Where am I supposed to go, a grown woman like me!"
"Well, how could there not be? You can ask anyone and they'll know that place definitely exists." Shen Hong started wiping his sweat. He hadn't known this little girl had become so troublesome.
"Then why won't you come with me?! Since you saved me, Brother Hong, you should go home and receive my parents' thanks."
Taking Li Xiaolin home was his responsibility, but finding Qinghua was what kept him going. Both the legitimate and criminal worlds were looking for him along the way. Even if he disguised himself as an ordinary man, he couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't see through his disguise. Besides, taking Li Xiaolin back would make him less conspicuous, and it would be easier for him to go anywhere alone. This was something he had planned in the Western Regions, and he wouldn't change it for anything.
"I can't go." Shen Hong refused resolutely. Seeing Li Xiaolin's dejected expression, he couldn't help but say, "Because I have urgent business. How about I come to your house to see you later?"
"Don't lie to me, or I'll be very sad!" she said loudly and stubbornly.
"I definitely will..." I'm going to die after seeing Qinghua, so I'm sorry, I lied to you...
Li Xiaolin's soft body gradually moved closer, nestling in his arms. Shen Hong didn't refuse and slowly reached out to hug her.
"Brother Hong, I'll wait for you. You must come to find me in three months!" He seemed to hear Li Xiaolin's voice again, and Shen Hong smiled softly. Three months... In three months, will Shen Hong still exist?
After taking Li Xiaolin home, Shen Hong returned alone. Seeing that it was getting dark, he found a small shop, ordered food, and booked a room. The food here naturally couldn't compare to the luxurious food at the North Star Gate, but Shen Hong didn't care. All kinds of food made little difference to him. He sat calmly at the table, calmly breaking open a steamed bun and chewing it bite by bite. He suddenly realized it had been a very long time since he'd been alone like this, a long time since he'd felt this free, and a long time since he'd felt this lonely and desolate.
His ordinary face and thin, frail figure perfectly described his current state, so when five or six burly men carrying a large sack walked in, they didn't notice him. He, however, noticed them, especially the moving sack, which not only moved but also made noises. Shen Hong was certain there was someone inside.
He naturally wouldn't interfere in the abduction of a woman, especially since he was currently powerless to intervene.
The five or six men sat down arrogantly, ordering food and wine with extremely rude manners. Seeing that they were not to be trifled with, the shopkeeper had no choice but to swallow his anger and serve them.
"Hey, old man, I've never seen such a beautiful woman. Sell her to Qianjin Pavilion, and you could easily make several hundred taels."
"Tsk tsk, what a pity. We can only look, not play with, such a beautiful woman. If only we could play with her all we wanted before selling her!"
"You don't know anything! She's worthless after you've played with her!"
"What do you mean worthless? She's not a woman! I've played with plenty of men. That place becomes like it's never been touched after a few days!"
Hmph! Shen Hong secretly suppressed his anger. Do men take pride in playing with other men? A bunch of despicable, beastly scum! He thought of that person, the man who had shamed him, ruined him to this state! Saying he wouldn't retaliate was one thing, but hatred was unavoidable, a deep, bone-deep hatred!
If he still had martial arts skills, he would definitely wipe out all these scoundrels!
Hearing those men utter their vulgar, obscene, and utterly offensive words, Shen Hong felt a surge of rage, as if that person were standing before him, tearing his clothes and brutally taking his place. He felt dizzy and his heart ached terribly. Shen Hong knew he had to vent; he wanted to kill, he desperately wanted to kill them all.
Perhaps Shen Hong didn't realize that at this moment, his eyes revealed a long-lost, yet undeniably alluring, bloodthirsty glint…
A low chuckle filled the air, hidden among the men's lewd laughter. No one noticed, no one detected. A soft laugh, just one sound, and the owner of that laugh knew the answer the moment he saw Shen Hong's eyes…
He'd said it before, Shen Hong couldn't escape his grasp.
Want to play? Since his pet was so alluring, so adorable, fine, consider it a reward. Join the game, play along.
Shen Hong silently went upstairs. He was waiting, waiting for those men.
No martial arts skills? No problem. Martial arts aren't a panacea, nor are they necessarily the best method.
A group of people rushed up, staggering and impatient. Shen Hong smiled as she listened to them open and close the door, then... the sound of something heavy falling to the ground...
one, two, three, four, five, six, plus a muffled thud.
Very good, He Xiaomu's sleeping potion was indeed powerful.
Shen Hong pushed open the door and entered the room where the "brothers" were lying sprawled. She stepped over them one by one, carried the sack to the bed, and then drew her gleaming dagger. Six decisive cuts, blood splattering, and from then on, the world had six more eunuchs. Ridiculous, or perhaps He Xiaomu's sleeping potion was just too effective, that they didn't even react to being stabbed? Shen Hong sneered, wiped the blood-stained dagger clean on one of their clothes, and put it back at her waist. Shen Hong glanced back at the sack on the bed, feeling that she should finish what she started, so she went forward and untied the sack...
When she saw the man's forehead, Shen Hong felt her heart stop beating...
His hands were trembling, trembling violently, as he shakily pulled the sack down further. He recognized the person lying there peacefully, even if he were burned to ashes...
It was Qinghua,
his beloved Qinghua!
Qinghua
's fingers twitched slightly, regaining feeling. Feeling someone holding his hand, Qinghua opened his eyes alertly. Before him stood a thin man of ordinary appearance, sitting calmly against the edge of the bed. His closed eyelids and gentle breathing indicated that he was asleep, and sleeping peacefully. Qinghua
looked around. It was a clean and bright guest room. The bed was neatly made, and his clothes were also tidy, suggesting that the group of lecherous men hadn't succeeded in their advances. Recalling the day he was tricked by those wicked men, unwittingly stuffed into a sack and suffocated for days, and then hearing them threaten to humiliate him, he was filled with extreme anger and despair. At that moment, he swore he would absolutely, positively, never let them succeed. His body belonged to his master, Yan Ying, and to the man he felt guilty towards, and who also deeply loved—Shen Hong. Only the two of them; he would never give his body to a third person, especially not to those beasts! If they dared to do it, only death awaited them, and he would certainly perish alongside them to preserve his innocence!
Just as he decided to act, he lost consciousness and woke up in his current state. Qinghua thought to himself, if he wasn't mistaken, this man must have saved him. But this man, with a physique just as thin as his own, looked like a frail scholar. How could such a body have saved him from those burly men?
Unless, he was a man of hidden strength. Qinghua was startled and unconsciously withdrew his hand from the man's grasp. This movement woke the man, who rubbed his eyes and a harmless, excited smile bloomed on his face: "Great, you're finally awake." His previously ordinary face was now radiant, as if he had instantly transformed into a charming person.
"How did I get here?" Qinghua sat up alertly and asked tentatively, "Are you the one who saved me? Or...?" were they with those people? Qinghua didn't say anything. He quietly looked into the man's eyes. A person can lie easily, but their eyes don't lie.
"Of course...it's the person who saved you..." Why did a faint look of disappointment and hurt appear in the man's eyes? Had his words misunderstood the man's good intentions? Was the man hurt because of this? How could that be? Who in the world is so fragile, especially a man?!
"Well...I ran into you and those men when I was eating downstairs. Later, I put a sleeping potion in their room and rescued you." Shen Hong spoke as simply as possible, ignoring the bloody scene, because his Qinghua was always pure and untainted.
"I see. Then thank you very much, brother." Qinghua smiled, but also used the smile to subtly distance himself from Shen Hong: "May I ask your name, brother?"
A fist salute, a bow—did they need such formalities? Qinghua, do you think I don't know you're deliberately distancing yourself from me? Although he knew Qinghua was always aloof and only knew how to be affectionate and clingy in Shen Hong's arms, although he himself was Shen Hong, and although he understood that Qinghua wouldn't recognize him as the disguised, ordinary-looking man, he still couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache seeing Qinghua's cold and wary demeanor.
"My name is Shen Hong." His ordinary-looking lips uttered a few words that could completely shock Qinghua.
Qinghua's face turned deathly pale, and he instinctively bit his instantly pale lips. "What did you say? Say it again!" His slender hands unconsciously tightened their grip on Shen Hong's arms.
"It seems that recently everyone in the martial arts world has been looking for someone named Shen Hong. His name is very similar to mine. But I'm not the 'Hong' of rainbow, but the 'Hong' of flood."
"Yes...you are indeed not that Shen Hong...that Shen Hong..." Qinghua's eyes shone with an unusual light when he mentioned the name, as if he were very happy, but he said nothing about Shen Hong.
"What? So what about that Shen Hong?" Shen Hong subtly moved closer to Qinghua, wanting to hear, wanting to hear how Qinghua saw him.
"Hehe, I don't know him. I just heard he was the younger brother of the former leader of the Tianjue Sect, so I imagine he must be quite outstanding.
Besides, I've seen his portrait; he's very handsome, the kind of man who can capture a woman's heart with just a smile."
Shen Hong smiled slightly. "If he smiled at you, could he also win you over?"
"Of course!" Qinghua nodded firmly, as if he had made a huge decision.
"What if it were me?"
"What?"
"Do you think it's possible for me, Shen Hong, to win you over?"
"You?"
"Yes, it's me! Tell me!" Being with him was truly joyful; he was like a little angel, flying around in front of you, carrying away all your worries and unhappiness. Shen Hong couldn't help but want to joke with him, even wanting to hug him. Faced with a choice between happiness and pain, no one would choose the latter, even if happiness was fleeting.
"You? Do you really want me to tell you? Aren't you afraid of being hurt?" Why did this ordinary-looking man so easily break through his defenses? Why did he involuntarily develop feelings for this man, willing to go crazy with him?! Before Qinghua could even think, Shen Hong had already pinned him down...
"What are you doing?"
"I'm your savior, so shouldn't you repay me with your body, little beauty?"
"Get lost! If you don't want to become a eunuch... I advise you to get off!"
"Then answer my question!"
"I'm giving you face, but you don't appreciate it! Don't blame me if I tell you! You're not exactly ugly, but you're too bland! And look at your figure, so thin, no woman will like you, buddy! I bet you're from a poor family and can't afford meat, that's why you're this ugly! How about I give you some silver notes as a form of charity? Get yourself stronger and tanned, maybe some woman will take a liking to you, hahahahaha..."
"Really?" Shen Hong blew on her snow-white hand, her dark eyes blinking mischievously. Then, her snow-white fingers wrapped around Qinghua's exposed neck, tickling him. "Never before in history has my appearance been so disparaged." Watching Qinghua giggle and blush, Shen Hong felt truly happy, as if some things had never happened, as if they were still living those blissful days. But...
Qinghua, I really love you, I really can't bear to leave you, but I can't accept who I am now, I can't forget that humiliation.
I can't give you happiness now, I can't even protect you properly. I'm sorry, Qinghua, I really have to leave you...
Shen Hong quietly lay on top of Qinghua, burying her head deeply in her lover's neck, for the last time. She had already made up her mind to die, she had already hidden a deadly poison in her teeth, and once her wish was fulfilled, she would gently bite, and ending it would be easy...
Now, her wish seemed to have been fulfilled, and she was very satisfied...
Pressed down, only three words echoed in Qinghua's mind: Why?
Why not push him away? Why not reject him? Why this strange feeling of familiarity? Why this other kind of sadness, this other kind of sadness as if they were about to be separated by life and death? It couldn't be. He and this man had only known each other for less than a day, less than an hour to be precise, yet he felt like they had known each other for a long time. Was it because he saved him? Was it because his name sounded like that person's that he... mistook him for that person...?
Damn it! Where in this world could he find another Shen Hong! Qinghua suddenly woke up. The man lying on top of him whispered in his ear, "Take care..." Qinghua froze, his fist, which had been poised to strike, involuntarily loosened. Shen Hong smiled, a smile both bright and poignant. It was time to leave. He straightened up and walked towards the door without looking back.
"Shen..." Should he call him to stay? Qinghua hesitated...
He couldn't stay. If he stayed, he wouldn't be able to die. He couldn't bear to die, yet living was more painful than death...
No, he would rather die! Forgive his selfishness, Qinghua, my love...
Open the door!
Shen Hong's eyes widened. It wasn't her who opened the door; someone pushed it open from the outside.
"Wonderful! Wonderful! Absolutely brilliant!" A burst of applause followed the praise.
Shen Hong was slightly shocked, then raised her head, giving the newcomer a contemptuous smile. Hmph, she couldn't escape his eyes after all, but she wasn't going to run away...
She bit her tongue with venomous teeth, dark red blood spilling from her mouth...
The poison seeped into her internal organs, and Shen Hong's face contorted in pain, yet she still stood, coldly ignoring the person—Yan Ying, the leader of the Polaris Sect!
The man's expressions—smiling, calm, frowning...
Very well, Shen Hong could no longer endure it. Her vision blurred, and her body could no longer support her...
"Master, why have you come?" These were the last words Shen Hong heard in this world. Master? What master? Shen Hong's chest tightened. Why did Qinghua call the leader of the North Star Sect "master"? Why was his tone so respectful, even carrying a hint of shyness that only he possessed? Why had Qinghua never mentioned these things to him? Why! He wanted to know the answers, but there was no chance. When a person dies, it's over, nothing remains... 843f1e0b6 authorized reprint copyright of waning
resentment!
If a person has regrets, or unfulfilled wishes, their eyes are open when they die; there's an idiom called "dying with eyes wide open."
Shen Hong's eyes were closed, not because he had no regrets, but because he wasn't dead yet, someone wouldn't let him die.
The disguise was wiped away, and his face returned to its previous state—handsome, gentle, and charming—but paler than ever before, even deathly pale.
Chained to the iron bed with his limbs spread wide, the icy cold of the metal shackles on his wrists and ankles was unbearable, and his naked body couldn't withstand the chill. It was a cold that penetrated to the bone, a pain that penetrated to the very marrow, and Shen Hong's heart trembled uncontrollably.
Qinghua's dying cry, "Master, why are you here?" Master? He should have died long ago. If it weren't for that dubious title haunting his soul, he should be sound asleep now, forever peacefully resting in the earth…
Why was fate so unfair to him? He didn't care about anything that had been taken from him; he only wanted to die, to leave peacefully. But why did fate play a cruel joke on him at the last moment? Ha…
He tried to move his limbs, but they were locked tight; the person hadn't given him any chance. There was no escape. He opened his eyes, staring silently at the chains binding him, and suddenly understood. He had been too foolish before; his actions might have seemed like those of a clown in that person's eyes. The man had already cast his net, trapping him tightly. He struggled with all his might to escape, but the man smiled from afar, tightening the net a little, loosening it a little, tightening it again, as casually and effortlessly as if playing a game. The net was already tightly sealed from the start; could he escape? Of course not!
"Ah!!!" he screamed hoarsely, as if using all the strength he had in this life. It was resentment; he was unwilling to be caught so easily, even more unwilling to be played like a clown! He needed to know the truth!
Qinghua! It's best if I don't find out… about your appearance… just as… I imagined…
With a bang, the door was kicked open, and Shen Hong propped her head up, glaring angrily at the person who thought he could trample the whole world underfoot!
"Awake? You woke up too quickly." A soft, serpentine male voice coiled around two vibrant lips. "Hmph...!" He pursed his thin lips slightly. "You should know the price of betraying me."
"I don't know! I just want to know your relationship with Qinghua!" Shen Hong replied coldly. "You'd better not lie to me!"
"Hahahaha!" Yan Ying laughed arrogantly. A dangerous aura approached, and the demon moved forward quickly. Strong, powerful fingers gripped Shen Hong's sharp chin. He leaned down and teasingly blew on the beautiful face, forcing his eyes to look directly at him.
Very good, obedient. But it's too late for him to obey now. He'll be taught a lesson today!
"Tell me... your relationship with Qinghua..." The force was immense; Shen Hong felt as if his jaw was about to be crushed by that hand.
“Okay, I’ll tell you everything.” Yan Xiang seemed to have just noticed Shen Hong’s pain, and “considerately” released him. His slender yet strong fingers traced Shen Hong’s handsome face, his fingertips gently rubbing against Shen Hong’s full, alluring lips. His voice was equally captivating, “I didn’t want to tell you, but you actually escaped from my grasp, even thinking of ending it all with death. That’s tantamount to betraying me. Do you think your life is still your own? Hmph…!” His fingers suddenly increased their pressure, almost drawing blood from Shen Hong’s lips. “Those who betray me must pay the price. I will make you suffer, both physically and mentally. Accept it; you brought this on yourself. We’ll take it slow today, no rush. I will tell you everything, and you will receive all the punishment you deserve…”
18
"Let me tell you the truth, but before that..." Yan Ying hesitated, then clapped his hands with a wicked smile. Two male servants in tight-fitting clothes entered at his call. He smiled again, and continued, "I have some little trinkets for you, hehe...!" The demon looked down at Shen Hong smugly. What a pity...
Shen Hong noticed that one of them was holding a brocade box respectfully in his hands. She thought to herself that this person must have come up with another way to torture her. Her heart was filled with disgust, and she mustered all her strength to curse him angrily: "You're so filthy! What do you know besides using these perverted methods to torture people! People like you are utterly useless in this world!!!"
"Good, very good, Shen Hong, you've said it perfectly." Yan Ying still had a calm smile on his face, but with a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind arose, and his hand slapped Shen Hong several times without any mercy. Her face burned with pain, likely from being beaten and swollen. Shen Hong felt dizzy and her head was buzzing, as if she could actually see stars…
“How dare you insult your master? Shen Hong, you really are disobedient!” The alluring face finally revealed its true nature. Her beauty was still there, but in an instant, it became ferocious and terrifying. “Try it. One day you’ll learn your lesson, believe it or not? Hmph…!”
A single glance swept over her, and the male servants knowingly lit the stove. The temperature soared, the burning wood crackling and sparks flying throughout the room. Only then did Shen Hong realize that this was a torture chamber. It was stuffy and dry. The iron bed beneath her and the metal shackles binding her hands and feet gradually warmed up. She no longer felt cold, but what about her heart? There seemed to be no excuse for feeling cold. She had already experienced death; what else was there to fear?
Yan Ying smiled, his fingers touching Shen Hong's body again, from her earlobe to her neck. The heat was intoxicating, so alluring. Yan Ying couldn't help but admire it. He then gently tapped her breasts, touched her flat, smooth abdomen, and slid down, circling and teasing her pink member hidden among the light-colored pubic hair. Finally, he reached the long-awaited spot…
Driven by instinct, Shen Hong tensed her entire body…
"Pink?" Yan Ying's heart skipped a beat. "I thought it would always be rose-colored. It's rare to see your wanton little hole so chaste!"
"Ah…" His strong index finger fiercely invaded, fully penetrating Shen Hong's passage, which hadn't been touched for days. It hurt…
His finger pressed against the sensitive spot he already knew, and the body beneath him shuddered as expected. Yan Ying smiled, and readily gave it a few more thrusts. Giving pleasure before pain often had a better effect.
"Is it comfortable?"
"Despicable! Ugh... I want to see Qinghua...!"
"Trying to negotiate with me?" His face darkened, and the fingers that had been caressing Yan Ying withdrew, not leaving, but closing together in a lotus shape...
"Ah...!" A demonic laugh accompanied Shen Hong's shrill scream. His five fingers, no, his entire hand, went forward, tearing through the tender inner muscles, slowly entering the warm depths of her body with the lubrication of blood...
"It can accommodate that thing now." Yan Ying reached out, smiling as he took the brocade box, smiled as he opened it, and then smiled as he took out the object lying inside—a white jade tube about the thickness of a flute.
Yan Ying smiled evilly at Shen Hong, "Are you scared?" like coaxing a child.
"No... no..." He didn't want that thing put inside his body again, it was so filthy! No! He shook his head desperately, his forehead and palms sweating profusely...
"You have no choice, this is just the beginning." Yan Ying's face darkened, and the jade tube was forcefully pushed into his anus. With lightning speed, he sealed Shen Hong's lower body acupoints, causing her usual excretory organs to lose their contractile function and become completely relaxed, allowing the man to do as he pleased...
"See clearly," Yan Ying strolled to the stove, smiling as he picked up an iron rod that was still in the fire. Was that a branding iron? Shen Hong felt her palms sweating...
"This," in the firelight, Yan Ying's alluring face expanded with a sinister smile, casting a shadow of that face throughout the room, even her entire body—an evil, cruel smile, like a demon from hell, so terrifying…
Yan Ying held up the object that had been roasted in the fire. One end wasn't a triangular branding tool, but an iron rod, about the same thickness as the handle, but with an uneven surface, faintly engraved with patterns and characters.
"The winding golden dragon represents me, and the two characters 'Yan Ying' are my name." Yan Ying approached step by step, her tone so gentle, "I will brand you with a permanent mark, starting from within your body!"
"No…no…" Shen Hong suddenly understood the purpose of that torture device; it was used in conjunction with the jade tube. The jade tube wasn't actually jade, but a wax tube. First, it was inserted into the body to expand the internal space, then the iron rod was thrust in. The heat would melt the wax tube, and then the iron rod, as hot as a branding iron, would directly contact the body…
No, he would die! "Please...don't do this..." No, he now had a reason not to die, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to be tortured to death like this. He struggled desperately, but his limbs were firmly fixed, and his lower body wouldn't obey him; there was no way to escape...
Death seemed to be smiling at him, reaching out...
When the iron rod, steaming hot, slid into the jade tube inside his body, Shen Hong closed his eyes in despair...
"Ahhhhhh!!!" Something melted, the scalding liquid seeped into his inner walls, and then the pain intensified. The burning rod directly touched his body, burning away, his entire insides were burned away. He smelled the scorching flesh; what kind of pain was that?
The pain was gone, he couldn't feel it anymore. Shen Hong seemed to have lost all feeling in his lower body, but the pain still pulled him back to reality. All ten fingernails were broken, blood, his hands were covered in blood, his own blood…
“Poor thing…” Yan Ying kissed Shen Hong gently, “Even normal excretion will be painful from now on. But I want you to endure this pain, so you won’t dare disobey me anymore… Hehehe, the game has only just begun…” With a wicked snap of his fingers, two servants stepped forward, each picking up a rope from the ground. With a strong pull, the iron bed was lifted upright, and Shen Hong’s feet touched the ground. Before the iron rods in his legs could fall out, one of the servants used an iron base to connect them, making one end of the iron rod remain inside Shen Hong’s body, while the other end was fixed to the ground between Shen Hong’s feet. 313958 Authorized Reprint Copyright of Wang Ran
looked at Shen Hong, who was tortured to the point of death and barely recognizable as a human. Yan Ying then laughed loudly, "With so many things holding you in place, you won't fall down again, will you?"
"Hmm..." Shen Hong moved her lips, but in the end, she was too weak from the pain to speak.
"Then let me tell you a story, a story you want to hear."
"A long time ago, when I first came to the Central Plains, I set a goal: I, Yan Ying, would rule the whole world." The demon smiled, elegantly drawing a foot-long whip from her waist. With a graceful swing, Shen Hong trembled, and a thin red mark immediately appeared on her bare chest.
"How was it? Not too strong, right? If it had hit that spot..." Another lash, accurately striking Shen Hong's manhood, hidden among light-colored body hair...
"Ugh..."
"Looking at the world, at that time, the one I favored most was the Tianjue Sect, or rather, the then-famous Shen family."
"Ah..." A cry of pain...
Another lash, more than one, struck Shen Hong's vital parts, as if venting his anger, whipping them until they were a bloody mess. "The Shen family, officials in the court for generations, wield military power in one hand and control the martial arts world in the other. Your mother, a highly respected Lady Gaoguo, your elder brother, the leader of the Tianjue Sect, your second brother, a high-ranking official of the second rank, and you, with your captivating charm that is both righteous and wicked—look at this, what a perfect Shen family! How could anyone not be tempted? But..." The demonic brows furrowed, and the force in his hand increased greatly, "Your elder brother actually rejected me on the grounds of not associating with outsiders! To me, if they are not friends, they are enemies. The Tianjue Sect is a major obstacle to my rule of the world, and I must eradicate it completely in the shortest possible time."
"How is it?" Yan Ying picked up Shen Hong's ravaged and unsightly manhood and gently rubbed it. "Does it hurt? Or can't you even feel the pain anymore?"
The part that was being held felt as if it had been mercilessly cut by a file; the pain was distorted in his face. How could it not hurt? But why didn't she faint? Shen Hong asked herself…
How ridiculous! She had already decided to die, yet she was suffering this torment simply because she wanted to know the relationship between Qinghua and that person. Shen Hong didn't understand why she was so foolish, clinging to life for a single sentence, a single question!
"Tell me…you…tell…the story…why…ah…!" Yan Ying gripped his scrotum, deliberately using great force as if determined to crush the two jade balls inside. "I'll tell you, I'm telling you now…" Yan Ying gently kissed Shen Hong, but the strength in her hand didn't lessen at all. Giving gentleness on one hand, and torture on the other—that was true cruelty.
"Listen carefully! I'm going to eliminate the Tianjue Sect! Starting with your eldest brother, Shen Po!" She whispered wickedly in Shen Hong's ear, "Using a honey trap…"
"…" What? Shen Hong felt as if her heart had been trampled on, the pain more intense than ever before. No, no, it couldn't be like what he imagined…
Her alluring lips parted slightly, uttering words that chilled Shen Hong to the bone: “So corny, isn't it? But I heard Shen Po is fond of men, and I didn't want to sell myself, so I had to sacrifice my little pet. By the way, he's quite a beauty, you know. I've raised him for over ten years, and he's been incredibly loyal to me. I was really reluctant at first, but for the sake of the grand plan…” Yan Ying lifted Shen Hong's chin, giving him another kiss with feigned regret, “It could only be him. We set a trap, making him pretend to be a naive boy tricked into being sold into a brothel. That brothel was a place your older brother frequented, but that day it was you who went! Heh… I even wanted to thank you then, because you brought that little thing into the Tianjue Sect, allowing him to meet the sect leader, Shen Po…”
“No… don't say anymore…” Shen Hong shook her head in anguish. Was it really like that? Qinghua, his lover, Yan Ying's pet of over ten years, a pure and untainted lover? Pure?
Suddenly, Shen Hong's mind flashed back to the first time he met Qinghua. That person, innocent as a child and beautiful as a fairy, instantly stirred his protective instincts. At that time, he was of normal sexual orientation; he loved women, so he didn't know what kind of feelings he had for Qinghua. Perhaps it was a misplaced pity, but he redeemed Qinghua and brought him back to Tianjue Sect. Afterwards, they often met, especially at night. Shen Hong would often find that little figure sitting quietly under the willow tree, watching the moon, when he returned from his errands…
He became increasingly reluctant to part with Qinghua. Every day when he didn't see him, he would think of him, wondering what he was doing at that moment.
Later, it developed into him taking him along on his errands; the two were inseparable. Shen Hong knew he had fallen in love with Qinghua, and Qinghua depended on him and liked him too. Two people in love naturally came together, ignoring worldly opinions, living a happy and fulfilling life. If life could continue like this forever, that would be wonderful.
But that day, he witnessed an unbelievable scene—his Qinghua was lying with his elder brother, Shen Po! Qinghua cried, saying he knew nothing. Shen Hong believed his lover was innocent; how could someone so naive and innocent seduce his elder brother? As for his elder brother, Shen Hong was certain that the shrewd and cunning man, always fond of men, had lied. For the sake of brotherhood, he endured it; if brotherhood was lost, the Tianjue Sect would be irrelevant to him forever…
Hahaha…!
Back then, when his elder brother grabbed Qinghua's neck and screamed hoarsely, “Don't trust this slut! He has ulterior motives!” The blood dripping from his brother's eyes was as red as his hair. That frantic act had been imagined as an attempt to destroy evidence, but now Shen Hong understood—it was despair, the despair of an elder brother not being trusted by his younger brother…
I'm sorry, brother…
"What kind of evil magic did that little vixen Qinghua use to make Shen Po not stop looking at him, but unexpectedly bewitched you? Hmph, I didn't initially fancy you, but one day I happened to see you killing someone, so beautiful, like a wolf. Do you know that, Shen Hong…" Yan Ying's face seemed to bloom with a strange light for a moment, "I wanted to have you, to hold you in my arms, kiss you, and pamper you, but I also wanted to continue seeing you kill, because… you are most beautiful only when you are killing, so I waited, slowly waited, placing Qinghua by your side, so he could report your whereabouts to me at any time. Later I couldn't wait anymore, because although you are beautiful when you kill, I can only watch from afar. Shen Hong, do you know? Watching is not enough, I want to possess you, possess your body, possess your heart…"
"Hahahaha…" Unexpectedly, he burst into a series of laughs. Shen Hong, oh Shen Hong, you always bring me surprises.
"I've gotten everything I could. As for what I can't get..." Shen Hong clenched her fist, forcing out her last bit of strength, and coldly snorted, "Never, ever, think about it!"
Never!
This was Shen Hong's limit. Her body was falling, everything was blurry. What had just happened? Who had she seen? She couldn't remember...
It hurt so much, her whole body ached. Would it be better when she woke up again?
"Ugh..." A basin of cold water stung Shen Hong's entire body, icy cold...
Where was she? Why did her whole body hurt so much? Why couldn't she move?
Shen Hong looked at the devilishly handsome man before her. Who was he? She frantically searched her memory for people she had seen before. This person... she hadn't seen him before. Was he the one who had bound her and tortured her?
"Xiao Hong..." The man suddenly stepped forward, unusually embracing him, and whispered gently in his ear, "Are you cold? I know this is too much for you, and I can't bear to hurt you like this over something so trivial. Just think of this as a severe interrogation. Tell me, is your elder brother Shen Po still alive? These past few days, I've felt like someone is pulling me down. Looking across the world, who else but the Tianjue Sect could do this?"
The Tianjue Sect? His elder brother's Tianjue Sect?!
Shen Hong suddenly felt a splitting headache, gradually clearing up the long-buried past…
“Xiao Hong, listen to your elder brother. That boy named Qinghua has a lot to offer, he’s definitely not as innocent as he seems. I suspect he’s after the Tianjue Sect, you have to be careful of him.”
“I’ve noticed that too, but even if that boy has other motives, he wouldn’t be the mastermind. He doesn’t have the ability or the ambition. We should play the long game, catch the big fish that wants to harm the Tianjue Sect, and then eliminate them all at once.”
“I have a plan, you might have to make a sacrifice.”
“Please tell me, elder brother. The affairs of the Tianjue Sect are my affairs. As long as elder brother is well, what’s a little sacrifice on my part?”
“Alright, Xiao Hong, listen to me, I want you to love that boy, to love him unconditionally.”
“How is that possible? To love someone of unknown identity, and a man at that?”
"I will hypnotize you until you believe you deeply love Qinghua. Only by believing in yourself can you be believed by others. Make the person hiding behind the scenes completely believe it, make him think he can exploit your fatal weakness—Qinghua—and make him think he can completely control you. Then our goal will be achieved, understand, Xiaohong?"
"I understand. When he lowers his guard, I'll defeat him unexpectedly. But won't I reveal my weakness?"
"No, after hypnosis, this memory will be sealed—that is, our conversation just now. You will forget it all. Until later, when I guide you, or when you are affected by some external factor, such as an accident, a stimulus, etc., those memories will reappear."
Heh, so this is the truth…
He didn't like Qinghua before; it was all just a game of manipulation… Who is
this
person? Shen Hong's head throbbed again. The man was so familiar…
Right, how many times had this man entered and exited that dark, isolated stone chamber? How many times had this man humiliated her in such despicable ways! It was that man again who used that shameless male concubine to gradually bring him to this state! Hmph! Fortunately, heaven has eyes and hasn't erased this memory! How could he forget such betrayal and treatment! He must take revenge, he must take revenge!
Ah…
a scorching object was branded on the inner thigh, the flesh was burned, it hurt so much! Filled with deep hatred and her brother's shadowy instructions, Shen Hong completely lost consciousness…
“Won't you talk? Still unwilling to talk?” Shen Hong slowly woke up, and when she opened her eyes, she still saw the alluring and beautiful Yan Ying with a half-smile, and she was still fixed to the iron bed, with a cooled iron rod inserted into her lower body.
Yan Ying suddenly grabbed Shen Hong's chin, forcing him to look at her, and coldly said, "Tell me, is your older brother Shen Po not dead? Where is he now?!"
"Ugh..." Shen Hong frowned, and as Yan Ying tightened her grip, his slender eyebrows furrowed even more, and his breathing became rapid: "Ugh...please...don't..." His tone was completely one of fear and pleading. Yan Ying's smile faded, and after a very short time, he burst into wild laughter: "Hahaha, no way, except when we're making love, Shen Hong, you've never begged me like this before?"
"No...ugh...Shen Hong...who is Shen Hong...I am...who am I...who are you...who...who are you..." Listening to Shen Hong's intermittent words, Yan Ying's black and gold demonic eyes gradually darkened, and she fiercely pulled him by the neck, asking word by word, "You don't know who I am? You don't know who you are?"
"Ugh... I don't know..." Shen Hong was in excruciating pain from his actions, tears streaming down her face. "Who am I? Who am I? Why are you tying me up here? Save me! Ugh...! I'm in so much pain, please save me!"
Could this be interpreted as an innocent and painful plea? This situation was happening to Shen Hong? Hmph, Yan Ying released him, smiled, and waved his hand, "Invite Young Master Qinghua over." Two male servants obeyed and left. Yan Ying smiled again: "Using this method? Shen Hong, don't lie to me, or you'll die an even more gruesome death!"
"Ugh... Save me... I'm in so much pain..." Indeed, her limbs were already powerless, only supported by the iron pillars inside her body to prevent her from hanging on the iron bed armrests. But the fact was that her skin and flesh inside her body were scalded and torn apart. Yan Ying knew very well that Shen Hong's current body couldn't hold on for long.
"Are you pretending to have amnesia with me, Shen Hong? I have a way to test you. There will be a very interesting show in a while, and I will pay attention to your every expression. Hahahaha!" The ferocious laughter stopped, and Yan Ying coldly stared at Shen Hong: "It's not too late to confess now. Tell me you're faking it, and also, tell me your elder brother's whereabouts, and I will consider giving you a better life in the future."
Hmph! Trying to test him? He could guess that she would definitely stage a scene of abusing Qinghua in front of him! Did she think he would be able to bear it and show a painful expression? Don't even dream about it! The more pain that male concubine suffers, the happier he is. Not only that boy who was used, but also this self-righteous mastermind in front of him. One day, Shen Hong will pay back tenfold or a hundredfold for what he has suffered! Now what he needs to do is very simple: eliminate the man's suspicion and wariness towards him, and become weak, as weak as a newborn baby!
Afterwards, the former "lover" Young Master Qinghua walked in. Yan Ying took out his huge penis and ordered Qinghua to kneel on the ground and perform oral sex on his master. Disgusting, utterly disgusting. Shen Hong felt like vomiting just looking at it. How could there be such a despicable person in the world, and one who was actually the pure, untainted angel he once thought he deeply loved! Hahahaha! Shen Hong, you were incredibly stupid back at the North Star Gate!
Fortunately, now, you can finally live for yourself!
"Shen Hong!" After Qinghua swallowed all the semen, Yan Ying coldly spoke, "It's a pity you really have amnesia. Actually, I really wanted to see your expression as you watched Qinghua and I make love. You should have been filled with grief, helplessness, and pain, right? Too bad... but..." Yan Ying turned her head again, looking at Qinghua, whose eyes were fixed on Shen Hong, and smiled faintly, "Seeing that expression on your face isn't bad either. Qinghua, let me tell you, he is your other lover, Shen Hong. Heh... Would I send someone I've chosen to a faraway place? Actually, he's always stayed at my North Star Gate, enjoying my favor. Heh, too bad, he doesn't remember you anymore." She patted Qinghua's shoulder, the force light, but enough to make Qinghua fall to the ground. "Get him down, take good care of him. Although he doesn't remember you, what about you? He's your good lover, you must treat him well, hahahahaha...!" The demon laughed wildly, her tall, wicked figure striding away...
Shen Hong has amnesia! How hateful! How can this game be made exciting again? And, will the whereabouts of Shen Po, the leader of the Tianjue Sect, truly remain unknown? Hmph! No living person could escape his notice!
Qinghua slowly crawled over, raising his head, his face pale as he looked at Shen Hong, his lips trembling but unable to speak. Was it helplessness? Disbelief? The person he had longed for day and night was now before him. He had dreamed of countless scenarios of their reunion, each one a dreamlike reunion, but he had never imagined it would be like this…
And Shen Hong was no longer the Shen Hong of the past, no longer the body that could shield him from the wind and rain, no longer the heart that would disregard everything for him. Had Shen Hong forgotten him? Completely forgotten?
Why, besides his pained expression, was there a hint of barely perceptible disgust in his eyes?
Qinghua gently called out, but Shen Hong ignored him, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows even deeper, clearly in extreme pain. Seeing his body covered in wounds, Qinghua knew he couldn't delay any longer, and suppressing his own grief, he untied Shen Hong from the iron bed. As soon as the restraints were removed, Shen Hong's body immediately collapsed onto him. Qinghua gritted his teeth, preparing to lift Shen Hong horizontally. When he noticed an iron rod piercing Shen Hong's body, he pulled it out without hesitation. Shen Hong screamed in agony, her entire weight pressing down on Qinghua, seemingly fainting completely again…
Only then did Qinghua realize that one end of the pulled-out iron rod was still attached to a large patch of charred flesh. Dark blood gushed from Shen Hong's anus, while the manhood in front was covered in blood, a gruesome sight, as if it had been destroyed. What a cruel method!
Qinghua couldn't help but feel heartache for Shen Hong, holding her limp body tightly in his arms. "Shen Hong… Shen Hong… please don't die… you must live… I… I'll do anything for you… okay… promise me… okay…" she repeated herself as if in a dream…
Hidden beneath her disheveled hair, a barely perceptible… smile appeared on Shen Hong's pale lips?
After completing the lavish bedroom and bed for
the twenty-
ninth prince, the stunningly handsome man held the sleeping child in his arms, gently stroking the smooth, silky skin exposed beneath the thin blanket. His face was filled with a tender and peaceful expression. The child slept peacefully, his long eyelashes fluttering, his snow-white face pressed close to the man's chest, occasionally nuzzling against him. The man was amused by the child's adorable appearance, leaned down, and lovingly kissed the child's rosy lips.
The child murmured softly and continued sleeping.
The man, about to leave, frowned, clearly not wanting to wake the adorable child. He gently lifted the child's body, then pulled away the half-numb body that the child had pressed against, carefully placing the child back down. Finally, after tidying the blanket, he couldn't help but glance at the child again.
The man sighed inwardly: How could he be becoming increasingly unable to let go of him?
Holding his breath, and confirming the man's footsteps had disappeared, the adorable little figure on the bed slowly opened his eyes. Those eyes were surprisingly bright and clear, completely at odds with the languid aura he exuded.
A person can lie, can disguise themselves, but the eyes don't lie.
Shen Hong, he was still Shen Hong, not even changing his name. Yan Ying, the Hong'er mentioned by the master of the North Star Sect, a male concubine who had lost his memory! Qing Hua, Yan Ying's other male concubine, and also the one who had always taken care of him. It was said that the last time he was nearly killed by his master was because he had violated ethics by having an affair with that handsome boy named Qing Hua. Simply put, the two male concubines had cheated on their master, and were severely punished after being discovered.
However, the price of that punishment was far too high. Even now, he still dares not lift the covers to look at the severely ravaged parts of his body, nor dares to eat anything too hard or spicy, because excretion is extremely painful for him. Also, it's said—or rather, according to others—that he was so badly injured that he lost all his memory, and yet his master, Yan Ying, doesn't hold a grudge and remains gentle and kind to him and Qing Hua?
What a magnanimous master!
Hahaha! Let's just say that's how it is! These days, that man has actually only slept in his arms, never mentioning the past again, just like a considerate husband beside his wife. He's thought more than once that if he truly forgot that humiliating past, perhaps he would already be immersed in the infinitely beautiful gentleness of men. Hmph, then what would the suffering and betrayal he endured matter!
Therefore, he absolutely will not let Yan Ying go!!!
Getting out of bed naked, Shen Hong took a silver silk robe from the closet and draped it over himself. The color was bright, the fabric thin; the closet was full of such garments. It was said that only silver suited him best, and only silk could accentuate Shen Hong's slender, graceful figure.
Only Shen Hong knew that, even now, that person still couldn't forget the former Silver Prince.
There would be a chance, there definitely would be a chance. Tears welled in Shen Hong's bright eyes, but the corners of his mouth curved upwards, revealing a determined smile.
He put on his shoes, casually tied up his black hair, and went out, strolling leisurely along the long corridor. He wasn't really idle; he was simply waiting for someone, waiting for someone who had been watching him for a long time. Since recovering from the external injuries that had ruthlessly ravaged his body, he, despite losing his memory, was allowed to move freely in the west courtyard of the North Star Gate. In just two days, he discovered that person's location, always keeping a distance from him, yet showing no hostility whatsoever—of course!
Shen Hong roughly understood why that person was following him, but he wasn't sure. He couldn't, and perhaps that person couldn't either, so they were both waiting, waiting for the most opportune moment.
Looking down at himself, a thin silver shirt outlined his exquisite and alluring figure, his white ankles as delicate as white jade. Now, he was a first-rate beauty! A seductive
smile? No, it was a bitter smile, or perhaps a self-mocking smile from the bottom of his heart. When had he fallen so low as to become a prostitute who used his body to seduce men?
But, to achieve his goals, what wouldn't he do?
The smile vanished without a trace. Someone was coming. Without even looking, Shen Hong knew it wasn't the person he was waiting for.
It was Qinghua, the Qinghua he hated the most!
"Is there something you need?" Shen Hong asked coldly. Every time he saw this boy's concerned expression, Shen Hong felt particularly annoyed! He had already done wrong to him, so why pretend now! Regret? " I still need compensation, but Shen Hong doesn't need any of that!"
"It's a bit cold, I was just worried you'd get cold, Xiao Hong... here, put this on..." Qinghua blushed slightly, shrugged awkwardly, and stepped forward to unfold the long robe in his hands and drape it over Shen Hong's shoulders. He was half a head shorter than Shen Hong, and had to stand on tiptoe to reach it. Shen Hong watched Qinghua's strenuous effort and secretly found it laughable.
"Do you want to come with me? I just want to be alone, no need for you to trouble yourself." Thinking she was being considerate of his feelings, Shen Hong ultimately didn't utter the word "get lost." Seeing Qinghua frozen there, Shen Hong tossed her head and walked away with a contemptuous look.
As for her unfriendly behavior towards Qinghua, to outsiders it was simply a matter of jealousy and discord between two male concubines vying for favor, and even someone as shrewd as Yan Ying wouldn't doubt the real reason.
Passing through a rockery, a pavilion came into view. Shen Hong went inside and sat alone on a stone bench.
Good, very good. Her dark, starry eyes caught a flicker of darkness again. Shen Hong was certain the person was hiding behind the rockery. A quick glance around revealed no one. If she made a move now, the person would have no reason not to show themselves.
Alright, she'd take the gamble.
Shen Hong lowered her head, her slender figure seemingly weeping. She gently "wiped" her eyes, but couldn't stop the tears of sorrow. Gradually, the sobs intensified, and her outer garment slipped off her body…
She didn't pick it up, still immersed in her grief, burying her face in her hands and weeping. Her body, clad only in a single layer of clothing, appeared even thinner and weaker.
The person in the shadows clenched their fists tightly, unable to hold back any longer. A figure darted out from behind the rockery…
dressed in black, with a matching headscarf, only a wisp of golden hair visible. Shen Hong recognized this person, but it was a huge surprise—it was Ye Feng! Ye Feng, the most loyal envoy of the Polaris Gate, always by Yan Ying's side!
In an instant, a thousand possibilities flashed through Shen Hong's mind...
Could Ye Feng be sent by Yan Ying to test her?
Did that person still not believe her?
Had all her efforts been in vain again?
In the Polaris Gate, Ye Feng had no need to hide his long golden hair; perhaps he didn't want others to recognize him.
Was this also one of that person's schemes?!
21 Shen Hong's starry eyes widened, crystal tears still clinging to her face, giving her a delicate beauty. If this person who had just appeared felt the same way, that would be enough.
"Who are you? I've never seen you before?" She shouldn't have seen Ye Feng before. She shrank back fearfully, her eyes flashing with alertness and a hint of shyness. In Ye Feng's eyes, this was simply the look of a frightened deer!
If there were a mirror, Shen Hong would surely admire herself to the point of prostration.
A smile bloomed on Ye Feng's perpetually cold face. He raised his large, calloused hand to his lips, signaling Shen Hong to be quiet.
"Shen Hong? Shen Hong, have you seen me before?" He spoke again, leaning closer and pulling Shen Hong's slender body into his arms. The posture was undeniably intimate, but in reality, he simply didn't want a third person to overhear their conversation.
Shen Hong shook her head, adopting an innocent expression. "No, who are you?" she asked timidly, her voice incredibly endearing.
"I've been watching you for many days, but unfortunately, you really have amnesia." Ye Feng frowned.
"What? What did you say?" Judging from her expression, she still seemed confused.
Poor child, Ye Feng thought. "A friend asked me to take you away from here. Would you like to come with me?"
Who? Who was it? Shen Hong began to search frantically. Ah, could it be…
But, was Ye Feng reliable? Judging from the fact that he dared to hug her, he wasn't truly loyal to Yan Ying, haha…!
But just in case, it was better to play dumb. After all, that person's cunning was beyond the reach of ten of his own.
"Are you coming or not? I won't hurt you. The person who wants to save you is your own brother." Seeing his silence, Ye Feng gently pushed his back. After all, no one would bear to damage such a delicate, porcelain doll-like figure. He
suddenly stood up and backed away, a truly tearful performance! "No, I can't. I won't go with you. If I leave, Yan Ying won't be able to find me, and he'll be angry. I don't want to see Yan Ying unhappy." He vomited, strongly suppressing the urge to vomit.
"You like him? You like Yan Ying?" Ye Feng countered.
Ye Feng was also very good at concealing his feelings. He had personally witnessed how that person treated him! Who was it that time who pinned him to the bed and ordered those women to insert their fingers into his body?! Such humiliation… Hmph… Will he forget? Will he ever like Yan Ying? Hahahaha!
"Tomorrow, Yan Ying will leave the North Star Gate. I think he'll definitely take you with him, but then I won't have a chance to save you. So..." Ye Feng's warm hand extended an invitation to him, "Before tomorrow, let me take you away. Returning to your family is always better than staying here. And I can assure you, their love for you will definitely surpass Yan Ying's."
Sounds tempting, doesn't it? Love?
Tomorrow, Yan Ying is leaving the North Star Gate? Why?
Hmph! Leaving Yan Ying? Escaping that person like it's his life? What kind of nonsense is this!
Putting aside Ye Feng's credibility, this person mentioned his elder brother, Shen Po, someone he hadn't seen for a very, very long time. For a moment, Shen Hong felt a turbulent surge of emotions within him, every moment unbearable. He missed his family so much; the longing for home truly felt like an eternity. But he knew he absolutely couldn't say he wanted to go back. Firstly, he was still wary of Ye Feng, and secondly, without punishing that person, he absolutely, positively wouldn't go to see his family!
"You told me all this, why should I believe you!" Her thin chest stood erect, Shen Hong coldly said, "You're trying to sow discord between me and Yan Ying, aren't you? You're a bad person! Get out! I don't want to see you!" She then pushed the cold-faced man away.
"What are you running away from? If you really wanted to stay by Yan Ying's side, why were you crying just now?!" Ye Feng grabbed Shen Hong's arm tightly, forcing him to answer.
"That's my business, it's none of your concern!" Shen Hong struggled desperately, but…
"Shen Hong, you forced me to do this." Clearly enraged by his actions, Ye Feng's expression froze, and he swiftly chopped Shen Hong's neck with a chop. Then, her soft, slender body collapsed into his arms, her faint fragrance incredibly alluring!
The Shen family actually has such a beauty! Ye Feng sighed inwardly. Shen Hong was beautiful, but heaven had been too unfair to him, making this beautiful boy suffer so much! Ye Feng felt nothing but pity for Shen Hong. He only hoped to send him to his brother's side as soon as possible so he could regain his memories, but perhaps it would be better for him to have no memories at all?
This time, Yan Ying's entourage had changed. It wasn't the loyal Ye Feng, nor the powerful Li Qi, nor the unrestrained and amorous He Xiaomu.
This man was elegant and refined, tall and slender, and dressed in white, he was even more handsome and extraordinary. What was even more remarkable was that he was completely free of the lewdness of the people of the North Star Sect; on the contrary, he exuded righteousness, nobility, and purity, perfectly embodying the image of a young
master from a martial arts family. He was Feng Yan, a high-ranking official, second only to the leader of the North Star Sect, a figure who rarely appeared in public. To the outside world, it was always rumored that he was in seclusion practicing martial arts, but in reality, only the two in the secret room knew the truth.
Feng Yan and Yan Ying came from the same place; Feng Yan's father was Yan Ying's father's lover, so they grew up together. However, there's one crucial difference: their fathers were lovers, but they weren't; their relationship was solely that of master and servant.
Yan Ying had many male concubines, but Feng Yan had none. Feng Yan had no time; his entire life was dedicated to serving Yan Ying. Simply put, Yan Ying's father allowing his lovers to have offspring wasn't an act of affection; he merely used it as a pretext to appease them, his true purpose being to find a loyal dog for his son.
Feng Yan wasn't a dog, but he was a dutiful son. He knew that only by serving Yan Ying would the man who also loved to look down on everyone be satisfied and treat his father well. And deep down, he was willing to serve Yan Ying because…
"The venom extracted from the Heavenly Ice Toad and the Purple Gold Butterfly, combined with eighty-one days of internal energy transformation, has made my blood immune to all poisons. Once we reach the Gold-Dissolving Island and perform the Blood Exchange Technique, you only need to cultivate in the Frosty Cave for three days to fulfill your father's wish, reaching the tenth level of divine skill, becoming the number one in the world, unchallenged."
"My father only mastered this divine skill when he was thirty," Yan Ying said, a gleam of brilliance spreading across her beautiful face as she calculated with her fingers. "I achieved perfection on my twenty-fifth birthday. Clearly, I haven't disgraced my father."
"Of course. This subordinate wishes the sect leader an early unification of the world, for a thousand generations to come." The flattering words, delivered by Feng Yan in a lukewarm tone, were rather jarring.
"Little Feng!" Yan Ying's demonic eyes, a blend of gold and black, glared at him, her wicked brows immediately furrowing. She said unhappily, "Do you want me to use the same methods my father used on your father on you? Do you want to be… hmph… hmph…" The demonic hand instantly reached out, grabbing straight for Feng Yan's shoulder. The latter nimbly dodged, only to immediately face an even greater danger. Flame Shadow had appeared beside him unnoticed, delivering a heavy blow to his abdomen. Feng Yan collapsed onto the table, then Flame Shadow, grinning wickedly, pressed him down, pinning him to the ground, and then stroked his long, black hair…
“Hey! You’ve gone too far! Go back and cherish your Xiao Hong and Xiao Qing! Don’t bother me, go away!”
“Hehe… I won’t let you go…” Flame Shadow said, then kissed Feng Yan’s smooth forehead, causing the latter to shudder and his elegant, jade-like face to flush instantly.
“What? Are you secretly in love with me?” Flame Shadow wickedly blew into Feng Yan’s face.
"No, I just feel you've changed a bit lately, become more human."
"What do you mean?"
"Get up first." Taking advantage of Yan Ying's relaxed stance, Feng Yan pushed him away, smoothing his long hair and saying seriously, "My father told me that when one cultivates a divine skill to the seventh or eighth level, their mind becomes extremely wicked, quite cruel to those around them, and unpredictable. But after the ninth level, their ferocity begins to subside, and their true nature gradually returns. Your father is a perfect example."
"Oh? Is that so?" Yan Ying seemed to think of something, smiling gently, "No wonder I've been spoiling him lately..."
Yan Ying pursed his thin lips, walking back to the West Courtyard, sketching out the list of people from the Ponzi Scheme Island group in his mind. One person was naturally indispensable: Xiao Hong, his beloved Xiao Hong...
22 The rugged mountain road, the galloping horse, and the constant jolting in the carriage caused Shen Hong to finally wake up. Opening his eyes and seeing the person sitting beside him, he understood everything.
Ye Feng still brought him out of the North Star Gate.
This person is really annoying; his revenge is still not complete, how unwilling he is! Shen Hong glared at the man hatefully.
"I'm doing this for your own good. And don't worry, Yan Ying won't find out you're missing." Ye Feng's voice deepened, his eyes turning cunning. "I've already found an imposter to take your place."
"Hmph!" Shen Hong sneered and sat up. "Your tricks are only good for fooling children. Who is Yan Ying? How could he fall for your scheme?
Besides, you can't just want to save me and reunite with my family, can you?"
Ye Feng didn't answer, but a smile had already crept onto his lips.
Shen Hong snorted coldly, "Now that we're out of the North Star Gate, let's be frank. What exactly is your purpose?"
"Hehe... Little Hong? I didn't expect you to become smarter after losing your memory? But it's not wise to pry into everything." Ye Feng smiled faintly, took a sip of wine from his waist, and then handed it to Shen Hong: "Want some?"
"No thanks," Shen Hong shook her head, "I've been used. If I don't even know why, wouldn't that be too unfair to me?"
"I didn't mean to use you, really, Little Hong." Ye Feng took another sip of wine, his gaze suddenly turning gloomy and unfamiliar: "I just want to take the life of Yan Ying, the leader of the North Star Gate."
This "loyal and devoted" dog actually wants his master's life? Shen Hong wanted to laugh when she thought of how Ye Feng used to be so loyal and devoted to Yan Ying.
Ye Feng seemed oblivious to Shen Hong's expression, continuing, "Tomorrow, Yan Ying will definitely take that fake Shen Hong on his way. He'll never be able to return to the North Star Gate again."
"Never again? Never again..." Shen Hong repeated, then suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "You mean? That person impersonating me will kill Yan Ying on the road?"
"No, we'll capture Yan Ying alive, expose his shameful deeds to the world, and execute him publicly. That way, your brother can smoothly control the Central Plains, and even the whole world. Also, before he dies, Xiao Hong can humiliate him as much as possible and recoup her past losses, hahaha." Ye Feng looked at Shen Hong and laughed heartily. This man, who had always been like an iceberg, had finally revealed his true colors.
Shen Hong touched her chest, suddenly feeling a little afraid of the person in front of her. She asked softly, "Then, Yan Ying's martial arts are strange, and his cunning far surpasses that of ordinary people. What kind of person could possibly subdue him?"
"Yes, of course there is. Have you forgotten you have a capable older brother?"
"Then...you mean..."
"That's right. Knowing the Polaris Sect as I do, getting someone in wouldn't be difficult. The person impersonating you this time is your dear older brother. How confident do you think you are?" Ye Feng reminded her, "You should never doubt your own family."
"But..." Shen Hong lowered her head, and after a long pause, uttered a few words: "That person is...a demon. I don't trust my older brother..."
"Don't worry, Xiao Hong, you shouldn't be worried about your older brother." Ye Feng smiled strangely, pulled Shen Hong close, and hugged his thin body. "Little thing," he called softly, pressing his forehead against Shen Hong's head, and said gently, "You're so pitiful. You've suffered so much these past years, but all your pain won't be in vain. Someone will definitely pay a heavy price. Xiao Hong, if you're willing, let me take care of you..."
"Stop talking! Why didn't you do it sooner or later? Why did you have to wait until now? Do you know that I'll never recover from what I've endured in my lifetime!" Shen Hong suddenly screamed, then, as if all her strength had been drained, her whole body slumped weakly against Ye Feng, her eyes tightly closed, letting a line of tears slide down her cheeks...
"That's because," Ye Feng's eyes flickered, waiting for a foolproof opportunity was really not easy. "
Yan, I feel a little dizzy." 'Shen Hong', no, it should be said that Shen Po, disguised as Shen Hong, was now nestled in Yan Ying's warm embrace like a little bird.
"Alright, I'll let Xiao Hong go for today. We're on our way tomorrow, so get some rest." The handsome man gently stroked Shen Po's soft hair, and as expected, he simply laid him down without making any further advances. Shen Po secretly breathed a sigh of relief, unaware of the strange smile that crept onto the man's lips.
The next day, a large group of disciples escorted their supreme sect leader, Yan Ying, to the dock. Yan Ying gave He Xiaomu only brief instructions before leading Shen Po onto the luxurious ship. Qing Hua, Feng Yan, and eight ordinary disciples responsible for daily affairs also boarded.
Watching the ship sail away, He Xiaomu suddenly felt a strange sensation...
He thought of a song and began to hum: "The wind howls, the water is cold, the hero departs, never to return..."
Shen Po, dressed in white, stood by the railing of the wide deck like a fairy descending to earth. A gentle sea breeze ruffled his meticulously styled long hair, its vibrant red subtly concealed, framing Shen Hong's delicate face and glossy black hair…
To defeat that rival, he had endured for many years, even sacrificing his own younger brother. How hateful! The thought of his younger brother's handsome appearance pained him. This nemesis had destroyed the lover in his heart, his little Hong…
Who in this world would know that Shen Po, a womanizer who had never slept with anyone, was the only person he truly loved—his own brother? Even more incomprehensible to him was that he had fantasized more than once about being the one receiving affection!
But all of this was impossible now. He couldn't accept a slender beauty embracing him! All of this was caused by that wretched nemesis!
Hatred!
Hmph!
He thanked heaven for giving him the perfect opportunity to subdue Yan Ying when he was at his weakest, and then…
Clenching his fists, Shen Po's face gradually broke into a smile, the meaning of which remained unknown to others…
“Shen Hong.” He heard a rather familiar voice. Turning around, he saw it—that despicable woman who had seduced his brother!
Despite his obvious disgust, a wicked plan unexpectedly brewed in Shen Po's mind. His expression shifted from indifference to embarrassment, and two small red clouds rose to his beautiful cheeks.
“Qinghua, I…” Shen Po murmured, his face growing even more flushed.
“What's wrong?” Shen Po was pleased. The person who had been approaching him with delighted steps had brightened eyes, walking unsuspectingly into the trap he had laid.
“You know Qing,” Shen Po lowered his voice, his starry eyes deliberately glancing towards the cabin, the place where Yan Ying and Feng Yan had been secretly conversing. The clever Qinghua immediately understood his meaning. “Hong, you don’t really hate me?” Leading Shen Po to a secluded spot behind the cabin, Qinghua asked nervously.
"No, how could that be? I've always loved you so much..." Shen Po unexpectedly embraced Qinghua, gently kissing her pale face. He was then quite pleased to see the shameless woman looking up at him with immense joy. "Hong, I... I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"No, of course not. Qing, let's elope." Shen Po held Qinghua's wrists, speaking softly with deep affection, "I love you, I've always loved you. Actually, I didn't lose my memory at all. I just wanted to wait for a chance to escape that person, so we could live happily together from now on."
"Ah?" This sudden confession truly startled Qinghua.
"Don't you want to? You love that person more than you love me? Or do you despise me now? What's the point of all this? Why have I waited until today? You don't love me anymore, you don't love me anymore, Qing, let me die, I have no reason to live anymore!" What a scathing performance! Shen Po pushed Qing Hua away, pretending to jump into the sea...
"No, no, I love you!" Qing Hua cried, hugging him: "I thought I had wronged you... I thought you hated me... I was... umm... I didn't dare to ask for your love... umm..."
Who would have thought this scoundrel was so devoted? Shen Po chuckled inwardly.
"Qing, I'm asking you, between me and that person, who do you choose?"
"I... I choose you..." Qing Hua wiped away her tears and said firmly.
"Alright, from now on, we'll stand on the same side, for our freedom, for a happy life together..."
Shen Po held Qinghua's hand tightly, asking affectionately, "Is that alright?"
"Yes, I'll listen to you..." Qinghua leaned comfortably against Shen Po's chest. This sudden "happiness" made him forget that the "Shen Hong" before him was actually quite different from the lover in his memory...
Heh, easily found the most loyal helper in the world. Yan Ying, oh Yan Ying, let's see how long you can be so arrogant!
23 The highly respected martial arts master, He Tianxue, the leader of the number one gang in Jiangnan, breathed a sigh of relief, for standing before him was a handsome young man named Shen Hong. He
had searched high and low without finding him, but now he had appeared without any effort. The person he had been searching for for months had suddenly appeared on his own initiative—
a truly great surprise. It was he who found Shen Hong, promoting the reconstruction of the Tianjue Sect and even the unification of the martial arts world. What a great honor this was! More importantly, he could use this opportunity to gain the favor of the sect leader, Yan Ying Qing Cai, a dragon among men, and thus gain the powerful backing of the Polaris Sect. The position of martial arts alliance leader would then easily fall into his hands.
"Uncle He, I have a request."
"Please speak, nephew." He Tianxue's entire gaze was drawn to the lazy-looking young man before her.
"Since my elder brother was murdered a year and a half ago, although I escaped by chance, I have been hunted down ever since. In any case, please, Uncle He, do not publicize my visit to our manor, otherwise it will haunt my manor for the rest of my life." Shen Hong's gaze was open and honest, his eyes clear as water. No one could bear to refuse his request, and no one wanted to doubt his motives.
"Who is it that keeps pursuing you, my nephew?" He Tianxue slammed his fist on the table in anger, raising his voice. "But nephew, don't worry. A master is here to help you out of danger and rebuild the Tianjue Sect. You will surely be able to avenge the untimely death of Sect Master Shen and your fallen brothers!"
"That's... very..." Shen Hong hesitated, gripping the cloisonné tea set. Suddenly, his hands cracked with hatred, as if he were about to crush the tea set. "I don't know how to thank Uncle He and all the seniors!" Suddenly, he knelt at He Tianxue's feet, his expression changing drastically. Tea was soaked on the floor, and tears streamed down his face. "I beg Uncle He to do me justice!"
"Nephew, please rise. Tell Uncle He what's going on, and I will definitely do you justice." Shen Hong was such a lovable little boy. He Tianxue truly wished he were his own child, so he could rightfully love him and give him the best of everything.
"Uncle He, for years I've been hunted down, homeless, and have tasted the bitterness of life. Seeing you today feels like seeing family again..." He stood up with He Tianxue's help and said softly, "I have no home to return to, fearing I'll implicate my second brother and mother. Although my second brother holds a high position in the court, but..." His starry eyes blazed with hatred, "That man's power is absolute. Not to mention my second brother, even the current emperor might not be his match!"
"Ahem, who exactly is the monster who massacred the Tianjue Sect? If you trust me, nephew, perhaps..."
"He is... I dare not implicate anyone else. I only beg Uncle He to lend me a place to stay temporarily, hmph...!" He said with unwavering confidence, "One day I will definitely kill that monster and avenge my brother and the Tianjue Sect!"
"Of course, avenging the Tianjue Sect is a matter for the entire martial world, and we will certainly do our utmost! But..." He Tianxue frowned, then added, "Who exactly is the villain you speak of, my nephew? And who can control everything? Ah! Could it be Prince Duan, Li Fengluan!"
"Hmph..." Shen Hong remained silent, his expression indescribably complex. The more complex he was, the more curious He Tianxue became, and...
his hidden ambitions...
"Nephew, please come with me to the secret chamber for a detailed discussion!"
Shen Hong nodded and followed He Tianxue.
The secret chamber, located underground, was pitch black. Thanks to that person, Shen Hong's eyes gleamed with a green light, and he had already seen everything in the room before He Tianxue activated the lighting mechanism. A secret chamber is indeed a secret chamber; besides being more secluded, it was also quite different from an ordinary room.
A long table and twelve chairs—it seemed He Tianxue had secretly cultivated quite a few unknown forces.
"Please sit, my dear nephew. This is where I have heart-to-heart talks with my close friend. The soundproofing is excellent; no one outside can hear us, no matter what they do." The implication was clear: Shen Hong, you needn't worry, you can speak freely about anything.
Shen Hong slowly sat down and said calmly, "Even if others heard, they might not believe it."
"Could it really be him?" This was a golden opportunity to earn merit for the court; how could He Tianxue miss it!
"Yes and no."
"What do you mean?"
"As far as I know, even the son of the esteemed Li Fengluan is merely that person's subordinate. But everyone knows that His Highness is kind and devoted to the country; he wouldn't collude with those scoundrels. So His Highness is most likely unaware."
"Young Prince? You mean Young Prince Li Qi is under that person's command? Who exactly is that person?" This seemed tricky, but the more difficult the case, the higher the reward and evaluation from the court, and the more He Tianxue would gain in the future…!
"You've seen him recently."
"Where?"
Shen Hong smiled, her beautifully shaped lips slowly uttering four words: "North, Polar, Star, Gate."
"Ah! Could it be..." Even though it was a secret chamber inaccessible to ordinary people, He Tianxue hurriedly swallowed the name she was about to say.
"That's right, it's that person."
"But...but he said he would help you rebuild the Tianhong Absolute Gate? Oh! No wonder! What a cunning plan! First, to win people's hearts, so no one would doubt his true intentions; second, to find you through us, then kill you to silence you, so he can rest easy and continue his path of ambition; third, to use us, the ignorant who trust him, to rule the world! It's killing three birds with one stone! So Yan Ying is indeed a man of deep cunning!" "
More than that, that person is also extremely shrewd, with henchmen all over the world. The four envoys under the North Star Gate are all extraordinary."
"Besides Prince Li Qi, and the cold-faced Ye Feng we saw that day?"
"The former envoy Feng Yan, a rather outstanding figure, it's a pity I didn't pay attention to him." Back then, when she killed for Qinghua, she always exchanged antidotes for this smiling, gentle man. "Heh, I can't remember how long ago that was," Shen Hong couldn't help but laugh at herself...
"I've never heard of him before." He Tianxue frowned, but his mind was elsewhere...
Shen Hong glanced at him and casually said, "There's someone you've definitely heard of."
"Who?"
"The Left Envoy."
"Oh?"
"Your son, Jia Xiaomu."
"You mean Xiaomu?" He Tianxue was taken aback.
"That's right, the one who looks like a fox, isn't he Uncle He's son?" Shen Hong smiled innocently, taking in all of He Tianxue's reactions.
"Why are you telling me this?" He Tianxue was clearly displeased.
"Didn't you just solemnly promise me that you would uphold justice for me?"
"Yes, I did say that. However, after much consideration, it's too difficult for me to help you deal with the leader of the North Star Sect. But if I offer you to Lord Flame Shadow, then our sect will receive Lord Flame Shadow's favor, and I will rise to prominence under his support, ascending to the throne of the martial arts alliance leader, becoming all-powerful and invincible! Hahahaha!"
He Tianxue's eyes suddenly flashed with murderous intent. He abruptly stood up and struck Shen Hong with a palm strike carrying a sharp gust of wind...
"I say, old man, you're truly laughable. It's clearly Flame Shadow who rules the world, how could you possibly command the wind and rain? I think you're at most just a dog." Shen Hong held He Tianxue's pulse point, speaking contemptuously. At this moment, He Tianxue was already sweating profusely with shock. He never expected that this seemingly frail and beautiful young man could subdue him so effortlessly, and he didn't even know when the other party would make a move.
"What...what do you want to do?" Her arm was numb, her whole body weak. Looking at the black blood flowing from her wrist, scratched by Shen Hong's fingernails, He Tianxue knew she had been poisoned.
"Please don't use that tone. What do you think I'd do to you?" Shen Hong scrutinized He Tianxue's swollen body, feeling nauseous...
"What is your purpose? Knowing I would harm you, why did you tell me so much?!" He Tianxue didn't want to die with her eyes wide open.
“I know someone as power-hungry as you would be detrimental to me. I told you a lot of things because I wanted to see your various expressions, Uncle He.” Shen Hong said lightly, “Don’t be nervous. Because I feel like I met you too late, Uncle He, and I don’t know you very well, so how can I impersonate you without observing your expressions and reactions?”
“You…you…why did you impersonate me?”
“I can’t tell you that. You had your purpose, but you failed; I also have my purpose, and I will definitely succeed. Hehe, I’m sorry to trouble you, Uncle He Tianxue.” Shen Hong took out a jade-green pill from her belt and was about to put it into He Tianxue’s mouth…
“Wait…!”
“You’re annoying!” Shen Hong’s beautiful face finally showed murderous intent.
"I just want to know how you'll subdue me in one move! After all, I'm one of the top ten in the martial arts world..."
"It's simple. Your technique is like the famous Hirokazuki swordsmanship of Japan. A sword is always a deadly weapon when it's sheathed, but once it's drawn, it becomes a dead sword. I've lost my martial arts skills and can't fight you head-on, Uncle He, a senior in the martial arts world. I can only strike when your sword becomes a dead sword. It's that simple." It sounds simple, but Shen Hong knows she only has one chance. If she misses it, she'll die. But for him, who was determined to bring down the Polaris Sect, life was no longer the most important thing...
24 He Tianxue looked very ordinary. In his forties, his slightly bloated figure did not hinder his reputation as a martial arts master and a pillar of the martial arts world. Moreover, he was very good at putting on a show of being "generous and charitable," and had long been regarded by many as the unshakable leader of the lower martial arts world. However, only a very few people in this world knew that He Tianxue, whose memory had been erased and whose appearance had been destroyed, was now begging for a living on the street...!
The Tianjue Sect's first step in its comeback was very successful. The young and promising Third Young Master Shen Hong, or we should now call him He Tianxue, was sitting in his hall drinking tea with a smile on his face. Dozens of mahogany chairs on both sides were also full of people, all of whom were prominent figures in the martial arts world.
"What urgent matter has Hero He summoned us for?" Seeing He Tianxue in such a good mood, a certain big shot couldn't help but exclaim, "Could it be that Hero He has already found the whereabouts of Young Master Shen Hong?"
Upon hearing this, everyone pricked up their ears. In their eyes, Shen Hong was no different from a priceless treasure. Whoever obtained him would become extremely wealthy and, under the protection of the two major sects, the Polaris Sect and the Heavenly Annihilation Sect, would hold great power and bring glory to their family. Even the most foolish person wouldn't miss such a golden opportunity for rapid advancement.
"Indeed," He Tianxue stroked his beard, his expression slightly worried. "Young Master Shen appeared at our sect a few days ago and is currently resting in his room."
"Why hasn't Young Master Shen shown himself? Is he unwell?"
"Since the attack on Tianjue Sect, Young Master Shen Hong has been relentlessly pursued. He has fought alone, narrowly escaping death several times. Although we have assisted him, he is exhausted," He Tianxue shook his head and sighed. "Alas, I fear Young Master Shen cannot recover until his inner turmoil is resolved."
"Then, could Young Master Shen reveal the origins of those treacherous bandits?"
"Young Master Shen Hong was afraid of implicating us, so he didn't tell me. The reason I invited everyone here is to discuss this matter. Back then at the North Star Gate, everyone personally heard Sect Master Yan promise to rebuild the Heavenly Annihilation Gate for Young Master Shen Hong. I believe Sect Master Yan's strength and influence are even greater than the current Emperor's. Therefore, as long as Sect Master Yan intervenes..." He Tianxue was speaking eloquently when suddenly someone barged in and angrily interrupted him: "Shut up! He Tianxue, watch your words. What do you mean by 'even greater than the current Emperor'? Do you think there's anyone in this world who can compare to the Son of Heaven?!" Everyone turned
around in surprise. The newcomer was none other than Li Qi, the young prince of the Duan Prince's Mansion.
He'd arrived just in time! Shen Hong thought to himself, then suppressed his nausea and stepped forward, bowing obsequiously: "I was unaware of Your Highness's esteemed presence. I have failed to greet you properly. Please forgive me!"
"Please forgive me, Your Highness!" Seeing the prince's displeasure, the crowd echoed in unison.
"Hmph!" Seeing Li Qi's anger, Shen Hong immediately fawned, "Please, Your Highness, take a seat."
Li Qi didn't even glance at him, taking the main seat and glaring at the crowd. He said sternly, "What are you all doing here, forming cliques? Do you know that spreading alarmist rumors and disrupting the court is a capital offense!"
"I...I dare not use my name...I was just angry about the destruction of the Tianjue Sect back then...I spoke without thinking...Please...Please forgive me, Your Highness." Shen Hong, with He Tianxue's head on his head, knelt on both knees, looking terrified. He glanced at Li Qi's slightly softened expression, inwardly laughing wildly.
"Hmph! You martial arts practitioners should be careful with your words. If these words accidentally reach the Emperor, even I, the humble king, cannot protect you!"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"...
"This is a one-time exception. Get up, all of you." Everyone wiped away cold sweat and stood up.
"You must all be wondering why I, the humble king, have come uninvited," Li Qi sneered, staring coldly at "He Tianxue," and said, "It's because of the Flame Sect Master mentioned by He Tianxue! According to the imperial secret report, this Flame Shadow is the eldest son of the king of the foreign Persian kingdom. His purpose in establishing the Polaris Sect in our country is to carve up our territory..."
"Wh...what..." someone shouted, and the hall erupted in chaos.
"Good, very good," Li Qi glanced at Shen Hong with satisfaction, and the two exchanged a smile.
"Hmph, didn't expect that, did you? Just by putting on a good show to gain your trust, even I, Xiao Wang, never imagined that the Polaris Sect was the true culprit behind all the massacres of entire sects in the martial world!"
"!"
"No wonder! Young Master Shen Hong was reluctant to reveal the origins of the person chasing him, saying the other party was too powerful. Sure enough..." "He Tianxue"
feigned sudden realization.
"What a treacherous villain! He even said he was willing to help Young Master Shen Hong rebuild the Tianjue Sect, but I think he wanted to use us to lure Young Master Shen Hong out and silence him!"
"So Senior Li Xiuman was harmed by that monster Yan Ying! Hmph! Perhaps he's the infamous Yin Gongzi, the villain who stirred up trouble in the martial world in the past!"
"A true case of the thief crying 'stop thief!' We swear we won't rest until we eliminate such scum of the martial world!"
"Eliminate the Polaris Sect! Capture the monster Yan Ying alive!" Someone took the lead, and the crowd shouted in unison, their momentum astonishing.
"Fellow heroes of the martial world, please heed my words!" The young prince's voice immediately silenced the surroundings. "I know you are all deeply concerned for the nation and its people, and that you all love your country. However, Yan Ying is no ordinary person. To eliminate him, it must be done in secret. Therefore, what I say today is only for those present to know. Do you all understand?"
"We are willing to swear a life-or-death oath; if anyone leaks this secret, may we be struck down by heaven and earth!" The first to pledge was the leader of the Jiangnan Gang, the largest gang in Jiangnan, and today's host, He Tianxue, the great hero. More and more people joined in afterward. Seeing that everyone had expressed their opinions, Li Qi pondered for a moment, then said solemnly, "This matter concerns the fate of our dynasty, and His Majesty is wise. To prevent foreign spies from interfering, it has been decided not to use the imperial court's forces. His Majesty has secretly ordered you to wipe out the headquarters of the North Star Gate. This must be carried out immediately without fail."
"Yes!"
Nodding in satisfaction, Li Qi then asked, "He Tianxue?"
"Present!"
"Is Young Master Shen Hong unwilling to see anyone? I would very much like to meet him. Does he not even give me face?"
"Uh... It is Young Master Shen's honor to be received by Your Highness. How could he not see me? Please allow me to lead the way." Li Qi laughed wildly and said loudly, "After the deed is done, the imperial court will surely reward you handsomely. Please go back and rest and recuperate. We entrust our prosperous dynasty to you all."
"Not at all, Your Highness is too kind. The affairs of the nation are our affairs."
"We are willing to swear allegiance to the dynasty!"
"Please rest assured, Your Highness, we will definitely complete our mission." And so on...
************************************************** "These shrimps are so childish. What did you just say? Look at them, all looking so moved they're crying their eyes out." In the secret room, Shen Hong removed her disguise piece by piece, gradually revealing her stunningly beautiful features.
"Throughout history, there have only been a few saints." Ye Feng grinned mischievously. "Little Hong, look at your face and then look at your body, it's really..."
Shen Hong glanced at her "bloated" figure, her handsome face turning cold as she snapped, "Spit it out!" She casually tossed the coat she had just taken off at him...
"Hehe, Little Hong, look at you, such a good figure, yet you have to be confined to tattered clothes filled with cotton. What is that? A beautiful flower stuck in cow dung, huh? That doesn't seem quite right, does it?" Ye Feng blinked innocently.
"You're not an imposter too, are you? You remind me of that fox." Shen Hong rolled her eyes at him, then leaned back in her chair, stripped down to only a long silver silk undergarment. The dim light in the room, combined with the fabric of her clothes, accentuated her slender, boneless figure.
"Drooling." Ye Feng stared at her, unable to resist blurting out.
"Can you be serious for once? You really don't look like Ye Feng." He sighed, quickly swatting away the wolfish hand that was trying to take advantage of him.
Ye Feng leaned closer, grinning wickedly, "Ye Feng was originally an undercover agent sent by Sect Master Shen to the North Star Sect. Have you ever seen an undercover agent dare to act in their original style? Even if they did, they would only be one of two types of people: either an idiot or someone whose fame is so small that no one would even notice them." Ye Feng smiled confidently, "Xiao Hong, guess who I am? There's a prize for guessing correctly!"
"Ugh...! I didn't expect you and He Xiaomu to be birds of a feather, no, you're even more cunning than him."
Seeing Ye Feng's indignant expression after nearly half an hour, Shen Hong finally kindly asked, "May I ask who you are?"
"You really don't recognize me?" Ye Feng was almost in tears.
"Who are you?" Shen Hong tried hard to concentrate, shaking her head as Ye Feng's eyes widened with hope. "I can't figure it out."
Ye Feng almost fell off his chair in anger. "My dear Xiao Hong, you're so heartless! Aren't I Li Dayou, your childhood sweetheart, the one you grew up with wearing the same pair of open-crotch pants?"
"Oh... Xiao Lin's brother. So you're Li Dayou from Shun Chi Manor?" Shen Hong straightened up and shouted, "Strange, how come you're still alive?"
"Damn it, you really want me dead that badly!" Li Dayou was extremely frustrated.
"No, no," Shen Hong shook her head, a bitter smile appearing on her handsome face. "I just didn't expect everyone to like playing the game of faking death!"
"This isn't a game, it's a tactic." Li Dayou corrected her seriously.
"Oh, okay, the righteous heroes have all taken action, shouldn't we make our move too?"
"Yes, the ships and route maps are all ready. Let's wait to capture An Yanying alive at sea."
The sea breeze was blowing, and the water and sky merged, creating a magnificent and vast scene. Water and sky are the same color, a deep, melancholic blue, whispering tales of worldly sorrow.
Master Yan Ying, as always, cherishes him; his lover Shen Hong, has finally forgiven his past mistakes. If only the three of them could live peacefully together like this from now on. Alas, that will never be possible…
Qinghua understands the principle that one cannot have both fish and bear's paw.
Yan Ying will never love only him, and Shen Hong will never forget her hatred for Yan Ying. They are like fire and ice; the day they become compatible will be the day they perish together. He has decided to stand with Shen Hong, but why does he feel uneasy? Is it guilt for betraying Yan Ying? He has told himself more than once that each person should be hurt once. Since his love for Yan Ying and Shen Hong is equal, then the harm he inflicts on them must also be equal. He betrayed Shen Hong once, so this time, his actions towards Yan Ying are not a sin…
Two men of equal weight in his heart, one who can never belong only to him, and the other who once risked his dignity and life for him.
Which one is better for him...?
Qinghua sat on the deck, letting the breeze tousle his hair, but it couldn't dispel the melancholy in his heart...
The footsteps behind him made him tense; it was one of the people who troubled him. He slowly stood up, and the person came to his side, wrapping their arms around him from behind.
It was Shen Hong, a somewhat unfamiliar Shen Hong. He felt increasingly different from before…
“What are you thinking about?” The man behind him kissed his hair affectionately.
“Don’t be so blatant. Do you want Yan Ying to become suspicious?”
“Hehe, I’m provoking him. Your heart belongs to me, doesn’t it?” He played with his long hair without any restraint.
“Thank you, my little Qinghua.” The man whispered in Qinghua’s ear, “Yesterday, I put something in the food you gave that person.”
“What?” Yan Ying…
“You must never be soft-hearted towards evil people. Have you forgotten how he treated me?”
“I… but…” Qinghua hesitated. He loved Yan Ying too. Was he just going to watch him fall into their trap?! He couldn't do it…
“Or…” The man released him, a cold voice sounding from behind: “You can tell him, it’s not too late now. And then…” the man stated calmly, “I will become a corpse in front of you. Perhaps I won’t be a corpse at first, but will be tormented by the man you love. He might tear my body apart, cut off my penis, and slice my flesh piece by piece with a knife. In the end, I will definitely be thrown into the sea to feed the fish. Of course, maybe he will keep my eyes, keep one for himself, and give you one. Don’t you think my eyes are beautiful and gentle?”
Hmph, what a foolish and infatuated man! An Yanying only treated him like an expired toy, yet he was so devoted to him. Shen Po really couldn’t be sure if such a stubborn person would betray him. After all, until the very last moment, no one could be certain of the final outcome. Only by repeatedly using his feelings for Shen Hong to provoke him, gradually shattering his infatuation and protection of An Yanying, and then delivering the heaviest blow at the right moment, completely crushing the possibility of him betraying him, could he truly become his puppet…
“Don’t make it sound so terrible, I don’t want you to die!” Qinghua hugged “Shen Hong” in fear, looking up at him with a sorrowful expression, “I’m in so much pain…”
“I know…” The man gently patted his back, his lips slightly pursed, “I’m sorry, I’ve made things difficult for you…”
Qinghua shook his head, his eyes, which had been brimming with tears, were unusually bright and clear at this moment, as if supported by some kind of belief, as if a true soul of his own lived within him. He looked into “Shen Hong’s” eyes, every word spoken with such confidence: “Don’t worry, for our future, I will absolutely, absolutely not let you down!”
Okay.
The man nodded, smiling as he stepped back…
A little surprised, a little shocked, this was a side of Qinghua he had never seen before…
The empty beauty who had given him the feeling of a doll at their first meeting, the despicable woman who had plotted to sow discord between him and Xiao Hong, the foolish person who always obeyed Yan Ying—for the first time, she had her own convictions…
It seemed the power of love was indeed great…
Xiao Hong, Shen Po closed his eyes, imagining his beloved's appearance: handsome and upright, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, arrogant yet gentle, never caring about the world's opinions, yet always captivating his younger brother, Shen Hong. Such a Shen Hong should be worthy of many people's love, right? Compared to him, his own gloomy self paled in comparison. It seemed he needed to work harder, to be better than Shen Hong, to deserve him.
The heroes once again stepped into the North Star Gate, this time no longer with trepidation, fearing their sins and secrets would be exposed.
Each of them held a weapon, the pretext of eradicating the cult giving them a righteous and awe-inspiring presence. This time, they wouldn't let a single Xiaoxiao escape, nor would they miss any corner. They would seize this golden opportunity to destroy the leverage they held over the Arctic Gate, so they could rest easy and live out their old age in peace.
The leader was "He Tianxue," though no one knew that the person using this name had changed several times, from the real He Tianxue to Shen Hong, then to one of Li Dayou's confidants. But perhaps there would be no one else, because He Tianxue's usefulness had ended here.
"Listen up, you fools! We are here on a secret imperial order to eradicate this evil sect, the North Star Sect! Those who know what's good for them, open the gates and surrender immediately. Out of consideration for our shared martial arts background, we will plead for you before Prince Li. Otherwise, we will risk our lives to eliminate this scourge from the martial world!"
"Why waste words with such scoundrels? Let's charge in and slaughter them all!" Someone in the crowd started the attack, and the main gate of the North Star Sect was kicked open. A large group of righteous people surged in, instantly transforming the gate into a battlefield of swords and spears.
Led by these idiots, "He Tianxue" slowly strolled towards the center of the North Star Sect. He saw a richly dressed man sitting on the throne in the main hall, arms crossed. Both men looked relaxed, as if watching a play.
"If I remember correctly, you should be my nephew, He Xiaomu," "He Tianxue" said as he slowly advanced.
"It doesn't matter, I don't really remember him." He Xiaomu smiled lazily, his cunning fox-like eyes narrowing into slits. "But I remember you."
He stood up, his tall frame rising, and politely extended his hand to 'He Tianxue'. "My beautiful lady, it's been a long time."
"Yes, did you miss me?" 'He Tianxue's' voice became shrill, a voice that didn't belong to a man, much less a middle-aged man. He leaned against He Xiaomu's arm, sliding into his embrace...
"In the end, you still chose me, and I'm very happy." Resiting on his throne, He Xiaomu pulled him onto his lap, his long, strong fingers skillfully peeling off the human skin mask, revealing a woman's face.
“Many people like Xiao Hong, he won’t choose me, but I’m lucky to have those memories with him. I was there for him during his most difficult time, and I’m already very content. Now it’s time for me to find my own happiness.” Li Xiaolin, her face flushed, leaned against the man’s chest and murmured, “I know you’ve been protecting us ever since we left the North Star Gate, but I don’t know if you wanted to protect him more, or me?”
“How should I put it? Actually, we both understand.”
“Yes, there will always be a ‘him’ between us. You like him, and I like him too…” Li Xiaolin pouted, then smiled again, “That’s good too. He’s our shared treasure, and we should both cherish him!”
“Hmm, but right now I want to kiss your little lips more…” He Xiaomu smiled and lowered his head…
(By now you should understand that Li Xiaolin didn't actually lose her memory; it's a secret between her and He Xiaomu. This will be explained in a later epilogue, if there is one... As for why He Xiaomu, who has always been loyal to An Yanying, didn't get involved, we'll discuss that later~ Let me tell you my feelings. This story is a complete failure. I dragged in so many people, and it ended up being a mess. I want to finish it soon, but I just can't seem to. I also really want to torture Xiao Hong again, but I never get the chance. My baby has become too strong now; it's my fault~~)
The bloodshed of 26 people transformed this once mysterious place into a scene of carnage. The once-powerful Polaris Sect, standing tall in the martial world, was now gone. Corpses lay strewn across the ruins—the righteous, the wicked, and those whose identities were ambiguous. Regardless of their origins or backgrounds, everyone faced the same fate: a eulogy, a handful of dust…
The righteous heroes were all engaged in the same activity: a contest to find Prince Li Qi first, to claim the greatest credit and gain his favor and reward. As for the once-admired hero He Tianxue,
he seemed to have been forgotten. The first to arrive was now forgotten; the second, the third, the fourth—all those who had seen Prince Li Qi had mysteriously vanished, only to reappear in some familiar place. But by then, no one was thinking of claiming credit anymore.
Because they were dead.
No one had ever seen the young prince like this before. His delicate, youthful face was twisted into a terrifying grimace, his bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent.
He had grabbed a maid who had served him for years, his cruelty devoid of any emotion, and snapped her neck with a crack. The woman's corpse stared wide-eyed at him in disbelief. Yes, who would believe that the obedient child who never cared about anything could be so ruthless!
This was a massive conspiracy!
Who had used the power of the righteous path to wipe out the Polaris Gate? Without his wings, how could he secretly control the country? Hmph, it couldn't be his foolish imperial cousin, but who else shared the same ambition?
Apart from those who had once stood on the same side, it seemed that the dead would not be suspected...
Li Qi picked up his brush and wrote a string of names on the paper with vigorous strokes: He Xiaomu, Ye Feng, Feng Yan, Li Qinghua, Shen Hong, Shen Po.
The first name crossed out was "He Xiaomu." Although he wouldn't gain anything from either An Yanying or Li Qi, he wouldn't suffer any loss either.
The second name crossed out was "Feng Yan," a man from the same place as An Yanying and with whom he had known for many years. He undoubtedly understood An Yanying and the weaknesses of the Polaris Sect best. If it were him, he wouldn't have waited until today. So, another person was eliminated…
The third name crossed out was "Shen Hong." No matter how much that young man hated An Yanying, having already had his wings clipped, he was powerless to retaliate.
The fourth name? "Li Qinghua," an insignificant character. A cold laugh followed, and he crossed it out without hesitation.
Finally, only two names remained on the blank sheet of paper.
Ye Feng, taciturn and a fellow Polaris Sect protector with whom he had no connection; Shen Po, the head of the Tianjue Sect, whose head was severed by Shen Hong…
Ye Feng, Shen Po—was it one of them, or were they working together? Interesting, very interesting. It seemed their target was only An Yanying of the Polaris Sect.
Should he offer assistance at the appropriate time, especially when he himself was in dire straits? " This is difficult. I need to think about it..."
The man remained unusually calm after learning that his organization had been destroyed by the righteous path, as if it were all within his expectations.
"Don't you feel any regret at all?" Feng Yan pursed her crimson lips.
"Hmph, boring stuff, I'm already tired of it." She wrapped her arms around Feng Yan's waist, pulling him closer. Two figures, one in black and one in white, walked side by side on the barren island. The setting sun made their tall figures appear even longer, yet they looked exceptionally harmonious and well-matched.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"It was you who used someone else to dismantle your hard work, wasn't it? Why did you do that? Wouldn't it be better to destroy your own things?"
"This is just a game. It's not fun once you miss the most exciting part." Yan Ying nimbly climbed a rock, smiling as she reached out and pulled Feng Yan up with her. Time seemed to stand still for a moment. The faint sound of waves crashing against the rocks filled the air, broken only by the beating of their hearts…
After a long silence, Feng Yan pondered, “You’re tired of the hunter’s game, and now you find playing the prey more interesting?”
He elegantly raised an eyebrow, letting his long, slender hand rest quietly in the man’s warm, strangely scented palm. Feng Yan understood that he would never learn the man’s way of thinking, just like his own father, who spent his life following that mysterious, beautiful, and terrifying man—Yan Ying’s father—who was like the wind. Yan Ying must have inherited all of that man’s virtues, and he himself couldn’t possess his father’s unwavering devotion. All he could do was silently walk behind the man, becoming his support, even though Yan Ying was so powerful that he didn’t need his protection.
“What are you thinking about? So engrossed?” Yan Ying smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from Feng Yan’s forehead, ruffled by the sea breeze.
“No, I… I’m just a little worried.” He stammered, a hint of panic in his voice.
"Don't worry about me." Warm, burning breath washed over Feng Yan, causing her body to convulse. She realized with alarm that the man's strong arms had tightened around her, and she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Hmph…!" The man chuckled softly. "Play a part in my play." He spoke gently, his black and gold eyes gazing tenderly at Feng Yan. No one in the world could resist such a gaze, Feng Yan thought. But someone was watching. Caught off guard by Shen Hong and Qinghua walking side-by-side in the distance, Feng Yan knew he was nothing more than a pawn. No matter how much he yearned for a man's affection, there was never, and never would be, a place for him in that man's harem…
Master and servant, friend, or brother—never that kind of relationship…
"Xiao Hong has been impersonated. I don't want to touch that person. You will become my new love; that's the best reason I won't touch him!"
The man finished speaking and kissed her domineeringly and fiercely…
On Xiaojin Island, in the Qihan Cave, a hidden cave so concealed it was impossible to find.
Pushing aside a few ordinary, moss-covered stones, the dark entrance was revealed. If a moment ago it was still the human world, now at least one foot was already in the grave. Like a precipice to the underworld, a chilling aura, mixed with the rage of vengeful ghosts, poured endlessly from the entrance. Even the seasoned servants of the North Star Gate, accustomed to bloodshed and carnage, couldn't help but retreat at the sight, fearing that hellish demons might suddenly emerge from the bottomless cave and devour them without leaving a trace...
Shen Po abandoned the idea of resisting with his inner strength. He held the shivering Qinghua in his arms, and the two retreated imperceptibly, using their body heat to block the chill from each other...
Yan Ying turned to look at them, smiling slightly. His smile held something other than gentleness. He clapped his hands and walked to them, speaking softly, "My two little lovers. You must be unable to withstand this extreme cold. Quickly go to the back of the cave. The servants will take care of your daily needs. Only seven days..." His smile became even more alluring and seductive. Raising his long, strong arms, Shen Po and Qing Hua were pulled into his embrace, one on each side. He kissed them affectionately, whispering softly in their ears, "I'm sorry you had to suffer like this. I'll make it up to you properly once I get out of the cave..."
What a clever excuse! Was he really going to just send them away like that? However, Shen Po was determined to get his hands on Yan Ying's strange martial arts skills.
Hmm...
there's always a way.
Qing Hua had personally witnessed that person drinking the several bowls of things he had prepared more than once, so it was definitely him.
27end Everyone shared the same goal and a common hatred for the enemy. Eradicating evil and upholding justice in the martial world was imperative.
After sweeping away the North Star Gate, the heroes' courage increased greatly. After receiving praise from the young prince, their morale soared even higher. Everyone forgot the despicable things they had done in the past, and killing a few scoundrels made them think they were great heroes who eliminated evil and brought peace to the world, basking in their own vanity. Then, at the young prince's command, the "loyal" heroes immediately set off from all directions to capture the living villain, Flame Shadow.
Finding Xiaojin Island wasn't difficult. Although this area had never been marked on any historical map, and it wasn't a place ordinary fishermen could stumble upon by chance, they still managed to find it. While others couldn't smell it, Shen Hong was different. The unique scent left by his brother allowed him to easily identify the route in the boundless sea. The air seemed to still carry that person's scent. Should they look forward to their reunion?
Shen Hong suddenly felt an urge to tear him apart, haha, he was so excited, no, he couldn't wait…
"Young Master Shen, please rest assured, we will do our utmost to exterminate the remaining members of the North Star Sect and seek justice for Sect Master Shen and the Heavenly Annihilation Sect…"
Lately, a bunch of flies have been buzzing incessantly in his ears, driving him crazy. Though he outwardly wore a grateful smile, he secretly wished he could kill them all. He couldn't understand it; whatever their ultimate goal, their help in killing that person was undeniable, and he should indeed be grateful. But hearing them mention working together to kill that person infuriated him. What right did they have to do it? That was clearly his and that person's private matter; he didn't want them interfering. If necessary, he would even… So,
a few days later, just as he expected, he did something even he couldn't understand!
He actually jumped off the island with Yan Ying in his arms, knowing that the raging waves might be their final resting place. But at that moment, facing his brother's relentless pursuit and the despicable attacks of these villains, he had no choice…
Yan Ying's body was still tall and slender, but covered in blood. Shen Hong knew that not long ago he had fought a fierce battle with his brother and many others; he no longer had the strength to continue. If he continued, he would soon die at the hands of these people. At that moment, the only thought in his mind was that he absolutely could not let Yan Ying fall into the hands of those people. That person was his, and even if someone had to be killed, it should be him. He would not allow anyone to touch a hair on Yan Ying's head, not even his brother Shen Po.
"Xiao Hong, are you crazy!" Hearing his brother's shocked roar behind him, he laughed. Perhaps this was the last time he would hear his brother's lecture...
Then he saw Yan Ying in his arms, and he was smiling too, his black and gold eyes shining like stars as he focused on Shen Hong. "I didn't expect you to do this..."
"Because I want to die with you..." Before he could finish speaking, the two of them fell into the water, instantly creating a thousand waves...
"No...!" A shrill scream came from Qing Hua.
Looking at the pink seawater, Shen Po turned around blankly. His emotions were not much better than Qing Hua's. He smiled bitterly and reached out to remove the exquisite human skin mask from his face. Everyone around who saw his true face gaped open, shocked and sighing.
This person was actually Shen Po, the sect leader of Tianjue Sect who had died years ago!
No, of course he didn't die. Everyone now knows that Shen Po faked his death. Some quick-witted individuals realized they were being used, some stood there dumbfounded, and others, still confused, directly questioned, "What's going on?"
Haha, ask him? How would he know? His brother should hate Yan Ying to the core, so why, why did they have to die together! Who was he supposed to ask?!
No!
He immediately rushed over and hugged the person who was also trying to jump into the sea, "I won't let you leave me, you can't leave me again..." He held Qinghua tightly, speaking with extreme possessiveness.
"Master! Shen Hong! Let me go! I have to save them!" He struggled to break free, but to no avail. The person holding him now saw him as a lifeline and would absolutely not let go.
“No, the current is too strong, they, they’ve already been swept away…”
“You liar, you lied to me and Master from beginning to end! Let me go! Let me go!”
“No! I won’t let you go!”
“I hate you, I hate you so much…” The struggle in his arms disappeared, it turned out he had lost consciousness…
“Then I won’t let you go either…” Shen Po murmured, picked up the unconscious Qinghua and carried him straight through the shocked crowd.
"The game is over." A dashing, handsome man in white emerged from behind the rocks. He approached Shen Po and said calmly, "This was all the sect leader's will. Shen Po, you neither won nor lost."
Shen Po was taken aback and frowned. "Why would he want to trap himself here?"
"Who said such a thing? He just wanted to settle everything here." With a faint smile, Feng Yan led Shen Po to the calmer waters near the rocks. He bent down to untie the reins and whispered, "If I'm not mistaken, Li Qi will be here with his troops soon. We need to leave quickly."
A glimmer of hope ignited in Shen Po's heart. If that were the case, he hoped Yan Ying wouldn't die, he hoped Xiao Hong would live well, and he hoped Qing Hua would give her heart to him knowing they were living happily.
Meanwhile, on the same ocean, the sunlight shimmered on the water, warming everyone and making them feel lazy and sleepy.
A small boat drifted lazily on the sea, its occupants also embracing each other, enjoying the abundant and beautiful afternoon sun.
"Come back to my hometown with me." The beautiful man with black and gold mesmerizing eyes asked in a seductive tone, his long, strong fingers gently stroking the hair of the silver-clad man in his arms.
"Why?" Shen Hong retorted. Why send him to a place where he knew no one, instead of having that person come home with him?
"Because I'm powerless and abandoned here, by everyone." Yan Ying said with feigned misery, "The sect I painstakingly built was destroyed to appease you. Do you understand the pain of destroying your own life's work, Xiao Hong?"
Yan Ying looked at his lover with a smile in his eyes, while Shen Hong remained silent, only letting out a cold snort.
"But I'm glad my efforts weren't in vain. I was deeply moved that you jumped down with me in your arms."
"But at that time, I really wanted to die with you." Shen Hong thought dejectedly. He originally intended to catch someone and exact revenge, but when he arrived, Yan Ying was already severely injured, narrowly escaping death several times from his brother's attacks. Given the intensity of that brawl, Yan Ying would surely be chopped into eight pieces, leaving no chance for Shen Hong. In a moment of panic, he decided, "If I can't have him, no one else can either." (Sigh, what Xiao Hong meant was, "If I can't kill Yan X, no one else can kill Yan X either - -") He leaped over, grabbed Yan Ying, and jumped, only to discover at that moment that he had already developed feelings for her. Since he was going to die anyway, a little foolishness wouldn't hurt, and he held Yan Ying tightly even as he fell into the water. Little did he know, he had fallen right into that person's trap. The person, not only unharmed, but also full of energy, pulled him dozens of feet underwater, and then he was dragged onto this pirate ship…
Shen Hong felt that his entire life's dignity had been ruined by that jump, so he decided to spend the rest of his life clinging to the man who had caused him to jump, to console himself.
(The End)

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