Ning Zhongze of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang and Linghu Chong

Ning Zhongze had witnessed everything that had just happened. She knew Linghu Chong's character well; he had always held Yue Lingshan in high esteem, regarding her as a celestial being. He would never dare to offend her in the slightest, nor would he utter a harsh word to her. The idea that he would risk his life for her was not surprising at all, but the notion of him attempting to rape her and then murdering her was utterly absurd. Moreover, seeing the deep affection between him and Yingying, how could she possibly have any other intentions? She drew her sword to subdue her husband, sparing his life, but he suddenly attacked her with poison. Such despicable behavior would be unthinkable even for a treacherous sect leader; for the dignified leader of the Five Mountains Sect to resort to such methods was truly

chilling. In that instant, all hope vanished, and she asked indifferently, "Chong'er, was Shan'er really killed by Lin Pingzhi?" Linghu Chong felt a pang of sorrow, tears streaming down his face, and choked out, "Disciple...I...I..." Ning Zhongze said, "He doesn't consider you his disciple, but I still do. As long as you're happy, I'll still be your master's wife."

Linghu Chong was filled with gratitude, prostrated himself on the ground, and cried out, "Master's wife! Master's wife!" Ning Zhongze stroked his hair. Tears streamed down her face as she slowly said, "So what Miss Ren said is true, Lin Pingzhi also learned the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique and went to serve Zuo Lengchan, thus causing Shan'er's death?" Linghu Chong replied, "Exactly."

Ning Zhongze choked back tears, "Turn around, let me see your wound." Linghu Chong responded, "Yes,"

and turned around. Ning Zhongze tore a piece of his shirt, pressed the acupoints around his wound, and said, "Do you still have any Hengshan Sect wound medicine?" Linghu Chong said, "Yes." He gracefully reached into his bosom and took it out, handing it to Ning Zhongze. Ning Zhongze wiped the blood from his wound, applied the medicine, took a clean white handkerchief from her bosom, pressed it against his wound, and then tore strips of cloth from her skirt to bandage it. Linghu Chong had always regarded Ning Zhongze as his mother, and seeing her treat him so well, he felt greatly comforted and even forgot the pain of his wound.

Ning Zhongze said, "In the future, killing Lin Pingzhi to avenge Shan'er will naturally be your responsibility." Linghu Chong wept and said, "Junior Sister... Junior Sister... on her deathbed, she asked me to take care of Lin Pingzhi. I couldn't bear to hurt her, so I promised her. This matter... this matter is truly difficult." Ning Zhongze sighed deeply and said, "A tragedy! A tragedy!" She added, "Chong'er, you mustn't be too kind to people in the future!"

Linghu Chong said, "Yes!" Suddenly, he felt a warm liquid flowing down the back of his neck. Turning around, he saw Ning Zhongze's face was deathly pale. Startled, he cried out, "Master's wife, Master's wife!" He quickly stood up to support Ning Zhongze, only to see a dagger piercing her chest, aimed at her heart. She was already dead. Linghu Chong was stunned. He opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out.

Yingying was also horrified. After all, she had no feelings for Ning Zhongze, only surprise and sorrow, not grief. She immediately supported Linghu Chong, and after a long while, Linghu Chong finally cried out.

Linghu Chong held Ning Zhongze, his body filled with unbearable grief. Looking at his master's wife, who seemed to be fast asleep in his arms, he recalled all the things she had done for him—her strict teachings, her loving care, and even her occasional indulgence and protectiveness. He could

n't help but feel overwhelmed with sorrow. The short dagger was stuck in his master's wife's chest. Although it didn't look deep, it had probably pierced her pectoral muscles and injured her heart. Linghu Chong wanted to pull out the dagger, but his trembling hand pulled back several times before he could reach the hilt, as if afraid of hurting his master's wife.

Yingying gently supported Linghu Chong's shoulder and said, "Brother Chong, please accept my condolences! Let's bury Lady Ning as soon as possible!" Linghu Chong turned his head and grasped the slender hand on his shoulder. He was about to speak when a splash of red on Yingying's sleeve stung his eyes, and suddenly he felt dizzy.

Why...could it be...but why did she do this?

Linghu Chong strained to look at his master's wife's hands, and saw that her hands were as smooth and white as scallions, and her sleeves were whiter than snow.

He suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying possibility, and immediately felt weak in his limbs. He barely managed to hold Ning Zhongze, but his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground.

Yingying was shocked and stepped forward to help Linghu Chong, but Linghu Chong gripped his master's wife's hands tightly and said sternly, "Stop!" Yingying stopped and exclaimed, "Brother Chong, what...why is this?"

Linghu Chong said in a trembling voice, "Yingying, tell me, where did the bloodstains on your sleeve come from?"

Yingying's delicate body trembled, her bright eyes darted around, and suddenly she said with a bitter smile, "You've figured it out?"

Linghu Chong said, "Why?"

Yingying said, "Because..." Linghu

Chong suddenly roared, "This is a trap you set, isn't it? From the moment my master appeared, you set up this scheme, didn't you?"

Yingying's delicate body trembled violently, and she suddenly shouted as well, "That's right, I did it! You want to know why? Fine, I'll tell you. I love you so much, but you're always thinking about your master, your master's wife..." "You still love your junior sister! But what about me? Where do you place me? Brother Chong, tell me!"

Linghu Chong remained silent for a long time before bitterly saying, "Yingying, you know I love you!"

"Yes, you love me, but I don't want you to still love your junior sister, or worry about your master and mistress every day. I want you to only have me in your heart! Do you know how scared I was when your master stabbed you? I was so scared of losing you, scared of you dying. You value your master more than yourself! I only want to be with you, I don't want anyone else between us! I think, now that your master, mistress, and junior sister are all dead, you only have me in your heart. But your junior sister was killed by Lin Pingzhi, it has nothing to do with me..."

Linghu Chong was speechless, feeling utterly hopeless. He slumped to the ground for a long time, then slowly got up, picked up Ning Zhongze, and staggered away...

Yingying anxiously asked, "Brother Chong, where are you going?" and tried to follow.

Linghu Chong lowered his head and said, "Don't follow me!" He then quickened his pace and ran away.

Yingying didn't listen and continued to follow him from a distance even after he had gone far away. When Linghu Chong noticed this, he was filled with anxiety and resentment, yet his mind was in turmoil, unsure how to face Yingying. He couldn't help but circulate his inner energy and use his lightness skill to run quickly. His internal energy was powerful, and he gradually left Yingying behind. After running for a long time, Linghu Chong felt his inner energy rapidly colliding in his Yuzhen and Tanzhong acupoints. His ears were filled with the sound of ten thousand horses galloping, sometimes like a series of thunderclaps striking continuously, booming and rumbling, one sound after another. However, at this moment, he was filled with immense grief, and the torment of the surging inner energy gave him a strange sense of relief. Although he knew that if he didn't stop, the chaotic internal energy might backfire, with dire consequences, he didn't stop and continued to run hurriedly and aimlessly.

Suddenly, a cliff appeared before them, its steep stone peak plunging straight down. Linghu Chong abruptly stopped, the ground shrouded in mist, seemingly bottomless. Multiple streams of internal energy clashed and collided within him, causing him excruciating pain in his head, his vision blurring, and a dizzying sensation.

He was on the verge of collapse, forced to stop and allow his internal energy to subside. At this moment, Yingying caught up. Seeing Linghu Chong standing blankly at the edge of the cliff, holding Ning Zhongze, she was filled with anxiety, fearing he might do something rash. She cried out, "Brother Chong, please don't!"

Chapter One.

Linghu Chong felt an immense tightness in his chest, his ears ringing. He couldn't hear a word Yingying was saying; he only saw her running towards him, with the cliff behind him, offering no escape. In his panic, he suddenly lost his footing, staggered a few steps, and veered towards the edge. Suddenly, he lost his footing and, still holding Ning Zhongze, plunged off the cliff.

Yingying was terrified and rushed to the edge of the cliff, reaching out her hand and shouting, "Hold me!"

Linghu Chong instinctively stretched out his arm and barely managed to grab Yingying's five fingers. Yingying was pulled down by the force of Linghu Chong and the other person falling, and her body had already fallen off the cliff. She only had one hand hooked on the edge of the cliff, but she could no longer exert any force to pull the two people up.

Linghu Chong, holding Yingying's hand, found her body dangling in mid-air, her other hand clinging to the cliff edge, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, clearly indicating the immense strain of their combined weight. Linghu Chong, weakened by the backlash of his internal energy, felt utterly powerless. Coupled with the weight of Ning Zhongze in his arms, he could no longer hold onto Yingying. A wave of despair washed over him. He thought, "So be it. Although she killed my master's wife, she still loved and cared for me. Now that she's dead, there's no point in saying more. Rather than dragging her down with me, I'd rather let go and let her live..."

He looked up and saw Yingying gazing at him with deep affection, her pretty face dripping with sweat, her arms trembling uncontrollably, clearly unable to hold on much longer. She looked at him with such tenderness, seemingly determined to fall with him.

A wave of sorrow washed over Linghu Chong. Forcing a smile, he said, "Yingying, you're the only one in my heart... Promise me you'll live!" He then released Yingying's hand, and together with Ning Zhongze, they plummeted downwards.

Below, clouds and mist swirled, and the valley floor was shrouded in shadows, its depth unknown.

"No..." Yingying cried out in anguish, desperately reaching out to grab Linghu Chong, but she was just a hair's breadth away. Her other hand could no longer hold onto the edge of the cliff, and her body plummeted downwards along with Linghu Chong and Yingying.

Linghu Chong heard the wind whistling past his ears and felt utterly despondent. He thought, "Yingying and I are separated forever in this life. I will find her again in the next and be her husband..."

He fell dozens of feet and was nearing the bottom of the valley. Jagged rocks and sharp stones pierced the air, rushing past Linghu Chong's eyes. Suddenly, he thought, "With such a fall, the sharp rocks will inevitably injure my master's wife, making her restless even in death..." His mind raced, and he gathered his inner strength, pushing against a nearby boulder. Instantly, he and Ning Zhongze moved dozens of feet sideways. Below them appeared a cold, deep, and bottomless pool. He was overjoyed: "Perhaps we won't die this time. Heaven has mercy, I can still see Yingying..." But he didn't think about how he would face Yingying again.

With a splash, the two fell into the pool, sending water flying high into the air. The force of their descent forced them both to sink to the bottom. The impact of the water made Linghu Chong dizzy, and he could no longer hold onto Ning Zhongze. In his dazed state, he heard a muffled thud.

It took Linghu Chong a while to regain his senses. He quickly floated to the surface, found Ning Zhongze, and swam to the shore with her in

his arms, feeling utterly exhausted. As soon as he put Ning Zhongze down, he looked around and saw a person lying face down on a pile of rocks in the distance, blood slowly flowing from beneath the body. Linghu Chong noticed that the person was dressed in black, exactly what Yingying had worn that day. His heart nearly stopped beating; he felt as if the sky had fallen.

In Chapter Two,

Linghu Chong held Yingying in his arms. She was barely breathing, and he called softly, "Yingying, Yingying."

Yingying's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slightly opened her eyes. Seeing Linghu Chong, her previously unfocused gaze regained a spark of life. She whispered, "Brother Chong, I...I...I'm so sorry. Do you hate me?"

Linghu Chong said, "I don't hate you. I hate myself, I hate myself." He raised his hand and struck his own head violently.

Yingying's left hand twitched, trying to stop him from hitting himself, but she couldn't lift her arm. She said, "Brother Chong, promise me, never, ever, you will hurt yourself."

Linghu Chong said, "I understand. I'll find a way to heal you immediately. Keep quiet."

Yingying said, "No! No! I need to make something clear to you. If we delay any longer, it will be too late." "Brother Chong, you have to let me finish."

Linghu Chong couldn't bear to disobey her, so he said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, but don't overthink it."

Yingying smiled slightly and said, "Brother Chong, you're so good to me, you always put me first and spoil me so much, how can I bear it?" Linghu Chong said, "From now on, I'll spoil you a hundred times, a thousand times more."

Yingying smiled and said, "That's enough, that's enough. I don't like you being too good to me. If I become unruly, then no one will control me. Brother Chong, I... after I leave, Father will definitely look for you if he can't find me. You must not let him find you. You are no match for him. You should go far away first, to the Western Regions, the Northern Desert, the Pass, or Lingnan." As she said this, she was already barely breathing.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and lightning flashed incessantly in the distance, thunderclaps one after another. Suddenly, a large tree by the river was struck by lightning and fell down with a crack. The two of them were completely unaware of the things around them, and even though the world was undergoing a great change, they were as if they were completely oblivious.

Linghu Chong channeled his inner strength into his palm, pressing against Yingying's back to prevent her from collapsing. Tears streaming down his face, he said, "No, no, I still want to take you to Blackwood Cliff to beg him to grant us marriage..." But he couldn't finish his sentence.

Yingying said, "Brother Chong, I'm afraid I can't. I can't stay with you. I really want to be with you, to be with you, I really don't want to be separated from you... You... you're so lonely and alone, I'm so sorry."

Her voice grew softer and softer, the thunder still rumbling, but to Linghu Chong, Yingying's words were more shocking than the deafening thunder. He clutched his hair, saying, "No, no, you'll be alright!"

Yingying said, "Brother Chong, you know how much I love you, how much I want to marry you."

Linghu Chong looked down at her, his gaze flashing like lightning. He saw the boundless tenderness in her eyes and suddenly realized the depth of Yingying's affection for him, far beyond his previous imagination. Tears welled up in his eyes and streamed down his face.

Suddenly, he felt Yingying tremble in his arms, her head drooping, her beautiful hair draped over his shoulders, and she remained motionless. Linghu Chong was shocked and cried out, "Yingying, Yingying!" He checked her pulse; it had stopped beating. His own heart almost stopped beating too. He reached out to check her breath; she was no longer breathing. He cried out, "Yingying!" But no matter how many times he called, Yingying could no longer respond. He desperately channeled his inner energy into her body, but Yingying remained completely still.

There were two small stone huts by the pool, containing simple stone beds, tables, and chairs.

After settling his master's wife on the stone bed in the left hut, Linghu Chong sat on the ground, heartbroken and filled with remorse. He raised his hand and slammed it against a stone with a loud bang, sending stone chips flying. He slapped it once, then again, until with a loud crack, a large rock split in two. He tried to cry out, but no sound came out. A flash of lightning illuminated Yingying's face clearly. The deep affection and concern still lingered on her brow and lips. Linghu Chong cried out, "Yingying!" He grabbed her and ran straight into the wilderness.

Thunder roared, and rain poured down. He ran wildly through the valley, completely disoriented, his mind a blank, as if he had become a void. After running for more than two hours, he finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The thunder gradually subsided, but the rain continued to fall. Dawn broke in the east, and the sky slowly brightened. Linghu Chong's mind was a complete blank; he only wanted to torture himself, only wanted to die immediately and be with Yingying forever. He screamed hoarsely, and with a sliver of strength, he ran wildly, and before he knew it, he was back at the pond.

The shores of Little Mirror Lake and the bamboo grove were deserted; Linghu Chong felt as if he were the only person left in the world. Since Yingying's last breath, he had never laid her down for a moment, countless times channeling his inner energy into her body, hoping for a miracle. But no matter how much energy he poured into her, Yingying remained motionless.

He held Yingying, sitting blankly by the pond. The rain had stopped, and the pale morning sun shone on him and Yingying, making him feel increasingly lonely and alone, as if he should no longer live. Remembering a flower hoe in the stone house to his right, he thought: "Shall I stay here with Yingying forever?" He still held Yingying in his left hand, unwilling to let go of her even for a moment. With his right hand, he picked up a flower hoe, walked into the bamboo grove, dug a hole, and intended to put Yingying in it. But when he wanted to let her go, he found it hard to part with her. He stared blankly at Yingying's face, tears mixed with blood rolling down his face. The pale red drops fell on Yingying's pale face, making it look like a stain of blood and tears.

He picked up Yingying's body, walked to the pit, and laid her down. He scooped up handfuls of dirt and slowly sprinkled it over her, but spared her face. His eyes were fixed on Yingying's once beautiful, now lifeless face. He knew that once the dirt was on her, he would never see her again. He could faintly hear her voice, her promise to stay with him for life. Less than a day ago, she had spoken those words—sometimes affectionate, sometimes playful, sometimes serious, sometimes coquettish—and now he would never hear them again. Her vow of a lifetime was now empty. Linghu

Chong knelt by the pit for a long, long time, still refusing to sprinkle dirt on Yingying's face.

Suddenly, he stood up, let out a long howl, and without looking at Yingying again, pushed with both hands, piling the dirt from the pit onto her body and face.

Linghu Chong blankly split a bamboo strip in two with a burst of energy. On one side, he wrote: "Tomb of my beloved wife, Ren Yingying, erected by Linghu Chong." Looking at the simple tombstone, Linghu Chong felt empty inside. He felt that "martial arts justice" and "heavenly fairness" were all illusions. There was little difference between being dead and alive. With Yingying dead, there was no meaning in being human. Thinking of this, he felt a wave of disgust. A salty, fishy smell rose from his heart to his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which sprayed onto the tombstone. The blood was a vivid, dark red. He felt thunder in his ears and stars flashing before his eyes, and then he knew nothing more.

In Chapter Three,

Ning Zhongze slowly awoke, feeling an unbearable pain in her chest. She struggled to sit up and found herself in a stone house, lying on a stone bed. Looking down, she saw a dagger embedded in her chest. She suddenly remembered that while bandaging Chong'er's wounds, the Demonic Sect's eldest daughter, Ren Yingying, had suddenly stabbed her in the chest with a dagger. She hadn't been able to dodge in time, only managing to twist her body slightly. The dagger pierced below her left breast. Fortunately, she was different from ordinary people; her heart was located in her right chest, and she hadn't died. However, the dagger had blocked her Tanzhong acupoint, causing her to go into shock. As for how she ended up in this stone house, Ning Zhongze had no memory of it.

She pressed the acupoints around the dagger to stop the bleeding, endured the pain, and pulled the dagger out of her body. Stepping out of the stone house, she found herself in a valley. The sunlight was dazzling, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers—a completely different world.

The valley, spanning hundreds of feet, was covered in lush flowers and green grass, resembling a vast garden. Behind it were two stone houses, and not far away was a cold pool. At the end of the valley were sheer cliffs on all sides, making it feel like being at the bottom of a large well—a situation akin to the saying "sitting in a well and looking at the sky."

Entering another stone house, she found it empty. The furnishings were simple but exceptionally clean. In the main hall, there was only a bed, a table,

and a small table, covered in a thick layer of dust, indicating it had been uninhabited for a long time. She turned and left the stone house, exploring the valley. After walking a short distance, she found Linghu Chong lying unconscious on the ground beside a bamboo grove, along with a new grave. A bamboo tablet stood before the grave, inscribed in blood: "Grave of my beloved wife, Ren Yingying, erected by Linghu Chong."

She helped Linghu Chong lie down on the stone bed. Ning Zhongze's forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat. Although she was a martial artist, the wound on her chest had affected her acupoints, leaving her feeling weak all over.

Why Ren Yingying died, and why she and Chong'er were in this nameless valley, Ning Zhongze was completely baffled. However, Linghu Chong remained unconscious, so she could only wait for him to wake up before asking him for details.

Linghu Chong lay on the stone bed, pale-faced and motionless, his breathing uneven, sometimes rapid, sometimes slow, sometimes coarse, sometimes fine. Seeing her unconscious disciple, Ning Zhongze was very anxious. She placed her jade hand on Linghu Chong's pulse and felt that it was strong and steady, so there should be nothing wrong. But then she remembered that Linghu Chong had multiple internal energies, so she placed her slender fingers on her disciple's Yuzhen acupoint and injected a trace of internal energy to probe. She felt that Linghu Chong's internal energy suddenly reacted, rebounding her internal energy. Ning Zhongze felt as if she had been electrocuted, and her tiger's mouth went numb.

Ning Zhongze dared not be negligent. Upon careful examination, she discovered that Linghu Chong had internal energy swirling around his left and right sides, and several streams of internal energy were indeed swirling and surging around his head, rebounding back at his Yuzhen acupoint, which showed signs of congestion. As a former disciple of the Huashan Sect's former leader and now the sect leader's wife, Ning Zhongze was not only highly skilled in martial arts but also had some knowledge of Hua Tuo's methods. She withdrew her hand, frowned, and pondered for a long time, thinking, "The multiple streams of internal energy surging around Chong'er's head are clearly due to congestion at his Yuzhen acupoint, preventing the energy from returning to his dantian. If we wait for the congestion to dissipate on its own, who knows when it will take? By then, I'm afraid Chong'er's body will be severely damaged. We must dissolve the congestion as soon as possible."

To dissolve the congestion in the meridians, she needed to use silver needles to guide the flow, but after searching her entire body, she only found a few pieces of silver, a soaked packet of Hengshan wound medicine, and her usual silver needle pouch was missing. She searched Linghu Chong's pockets again, finding only some loose silver coins, and grew anxious: "What should we do?"

She searched both stone houses, which were extremely simple, but found nothing usable. She then searched outdoors, but to no avail. In desperation, she considered making bamboo needles, but bamboo needles inevitably have sharp edges, and the young bamboo shoots, though round, were too soft—far inferior to silver needles.

The valley was filled with blooming flowers and teeming with insects. Ning Zhongze suddenly saw two or three bees with long stingers fly past, landing on the vibrant flowers. The bees were pure white and translucent, about the size of cicadas. She thought to herself, "Where are Chong'er and I? There are such strange bees in this valley!"

Suddenly, a thought struck her: those bee stingers were very long; they could be used as needles! She immediately pulled a thread from her skirt, carefully caught a dozen or so jade bees, tied them up, and brought them back to the stone house.

Chapter Four:

The jade bee stingers were about two inches long, pure white and translucent, just like real silver needles.

After inserting the bee stinger into Linghu Chong's Yuzhen acupoint, Ning Zhongze took his pulse. She felt a slight surge of internal energy within him, and several streams of internal force flowed from his head along his meridians into his body, gradually subsiding. Ning Zhongze then applied acupuncture to several lumps on Linghu Chong's body. Seeing that Linghu Chong's breathing was stable, she was relieved.

After finishing the acupuncture, Ning Zhongze noticed that Linghu Chong's clothes were soaked through, probably from being caught in the rain the night before. She couldn't help but curse herself for being so foolish; Linghu Chong lying there in wet clothes would surely fall seriously ill. So she began searching the two stone houses. Fortunately, she found a robe and two worn-out skirts under the bed in the next room, both black, likely belonging to the previous owner.

She helped Linghu Chong remove his wet robe, and when she got down to his trousers, looking at his strong body, she couldn't help but feel a little shy. She then scolded herself inwardly, "Ning Zhongze, Ning Zhongze, what are you shy about? Chong'er was only seven years old when he first entered Mount Hua, and I always dressed and bathed him back then..." So she removed Linghu Chong's shoes and took off his outer trousers.

"Ah..." When Ning Zhongze took off Linghu Chong's undergarments, she couldn't help but cover her mouth with her hand. Before taking off his undergarments, she hypnotized herself, telling herself that Linghu Chong was like her son, and it was nothing for a mother to undress her son; it was an urgent matter, and subconsciously, she still pictured those clean, delicate little insects under Linghu Chong's undergarments. Aside from this little worm, she had only ever seen her husband's thing, which was as white as Linghu Chong's, only a bit longer and thicker...

But what she saw now was a huge, dark worm, about five inches long, lying limply in a patch of black hair, utterly ugly. Ning Zhongze blushed instantly, turning her face away, feeling her breasts throbbing wildly: "This...

Chong'er... how can it be so huge and ugly? Unlike that man's slender and straight one, and the color is too dark..." After

fidgeting for a while, Ning Zhongze suddenly pinched herself, laughing and cursing inwardly: "Ning Zhongze, you shameless bastard... it's not like I haven't seen it before, he's my disciple, saving him is the priority now..."

She turned Linghu Chong over, not daring to look at his firm, upturned buttocks and the black worm faintly visible between them, and began to tend to the wound on his waist, the sword wound that was more than an inch deep. Recalling that man's ruthlessness and shamelessness, she couldn't help but shudder. Her husband, her senior brother, the Gentleman Sword, with whom she had shared a bed for twenty years, suddenly seemed distant and unfamiliar, as if their twenty years of married life had been nothing more than a long dream.

Ning Zhongze sat there blankly for a long time before noticing that Linghu Chong's breathing was a little heavy and his body temperature was a little high. Thinking that he had caught a chill, she gently turned Linghu Chong over, intending to put the black robe she had found on him.

As Ning Zhongze turned Linghu Chong over, her wrist touched something hard. She instinctively touched it, only to find it too heavy to grasp, burning hot. Looking closer, she blushed crimson and quickly released her grip, cursing, "This filthy scoundrel, how...how..."

She saw that the scoundrel's previously limp penis was now proudly erect, thick and dark. The oval head, the size of a plum, glistened with oil. Ning Zhongze's body trembled inexplicably, and her legs suddenly felt weak. Seeing that her disciple's tanned skin was slightly red and his face showed pain, she quickly touched his forehead, finding it even hotter than before.

"Ugh..." Linghu Chong suddenly groaned, mumbling, "Water...water..." his throat hoarse.

Ning Zhongze hurriedly shoved the black robe onto Linghu Chong, took a broken earthenware pot to the pool to wash it, drew water, tore a piece of cloth from her skirt, wet it, and returned to the stone house. She found Linghu Chong curled up on the bed, his hands covering his groin, a fine ring of sweat on his forehead, groaning softly.

Ning Zhongze draped the wet cloth over Linghu Chong's forehead, helped him sit up and gave him some water, then tried to straighten him up, only to find that Linghu Chong had already pulled his robe open, tightly covering his groin and groaning softly. His manhood had swelled several inches, its veins bulging like earthworms, looking quite grotesque.

Ning Zhongze had forgotten the proper boundaries between men and women, her heart filled with anxiety: "This... what should I do? Ah, yes, bee venom..." She suddenly remembered that bee venom not only had aphrodisiac effects but also carried a fiery sensation. The jade bee was several times larger than an ordinary bee, suggesting its venom was far more potent. Although the bee sting had cleared the blockages in her meridians, the venom had also circulated throughout her body with her internal energy, ultimately causing this predicament. The venom had entered her lungs and internal organs, a truly troublesome situation.

Actually, resolving this wasn't difficult; simply draining her vital energy would suffice. However, for Ning Zhongze…

Ning Zhongze was now extremely hesitant and facing immense difficulty. In her thirty-odd years of life, nothing had ever left her so bewildered and at a loss.

Before her, Linghu Chong lay curled up, his robes gently pulled open, revealing his strong, muscular chest. Ning Zhongze trembled, her face flushed. Her eyes suddenly deepened, becoming hazy and unfocused, as if she were drunk.

Finally, she closed her bright eyes, slowly lifted Linghu Chong's lower garment, and tremblingly and gropingly reached her hand inside...

All was silent, the stone room filled with the soft hissing of breath, incredibly alluring...

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