My gentle teacher's wife allowed me to vent.

"Master's wife, how did we get here? Junior Sister is buried over there." He pointed to Yue Lingshan's grave.

He hoped his master's wife would say something more, but Madam Yue remained as still as a statue, only humming in response and remaining silent.

Seeing this, Linghu Chong felt even more uneasy.

He knew that when he was delirious, he must have done something that disgraced his master's wife.

Although he was known as a rogue in the martial arts world, he was actually inexperienced in matters

of the heart. Although he felt that his master's wife riding on him naked from the waist down was something that could not be told to outsiders, he did not know that he had actually consummated his marriage with his master's wife. Although Madam Yue was his master's wife, their relationship was no less than that of mother and son.

Linghu Chong vaguely felt that what he had done in his delirium must have defiled his master's wife.

But he dared not think too much about it, because the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

After resting for an hour, Linghu Chong felt his strength had recovered considerably. He caught a dozen frogs by the stream, cleaned and gutted them, and before he knew it, it was getting dark. He gathered some dry grass and twigs, started a fire, skewered the frogs on branches, roasted them, and humbly presented them to Madam Yue. Madam

Yue remained silent, shaking her head as he took the food, still gazing at the pool in silence.

Seeing that his master's wife had been silent and unresponsive for half a day, Linghu Chong was greatly alarmed.

He knelt before her, embraced her arm, and burst into tears.

Between sobs, he said, "Master's wife, I don't know how I offended you. Please enlighten me. I was orphaned at a young age and raised by my master and master's wife. If I have disobeyed you, you may beat me or scold me. Please don't upset you!" Madam Yue, seeing the sincerity of Linghu Chong's tears, thought of him as a martial arts master, renowned and respected, the leader of a sect, before whom countless heroes of the martial world bowed in obedience.

Now, seeing her crying and pleading like a child before her, her heart softened.

She said gently, "Chong'er, I'm troubled by your master's perverse actions and your junior sister's untimely death. It has nothing to do with you. My mind is in turmoil. You've just recovered from the poison, so please get up and rest aside. Let me sit alone for a while." Having said this

, Madam Yue bit her cherry lips and remained silent. Hearing his master's wife's words, Linghu Chong felt slightly relieved. After all, his junior sister's grave was nearby, and everyone knew what his master had done.

His master's wife's sorrow was understandable, so he nodded, said "Master's wife," and silently got up and returned to the campfire. Alone by the fire, he ate a few frogs, thinking of Yingying one moment, Yue Lingshan the next, and vaguely recalling the beautiful woman in his erotic dream after being poisoned during the day, feeling embarrassed.

Lost in thought, and already weak from his injuries, he unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept when a night wind swept in, bringing a growing chill, and Linghu Chong awoke with a start.

Opening his eyes, he saw only embers of the campfire before him. Looking up, he saw countless stars and a full moon illuminating the ground in a silvery light; he estimated it was around midnight. Suddenly, Linghu Chong realized that his master's wife, who had been sitting on the reclining ox rock, was gone. There was half a piece of white cloth on the rock. He went over and picked it up; it was a piece of her skirt that she had torn off and written numbers in her own blood: "Immortal couples are all empty; a sorrowful woman's soul is lost in an empty valley.

How can chastity compare to the weight of gratitude? She repays Linghu Chong with her own body."

Signed: Ning Zhongze of Mount Hua, her last words.

Linghu Chong held the half-embroidered skirt, muttering to himself, "I repay Linghu Chong with my own body... I repay Linghu Chong with my own body.

Linghu Chong, you bastard, you deserve to die! In the face of life and death, what beautiful woman could you dream of! You and your master's wife touched naked; it was clearly your master's wife sacrificing herself to save you, losing her virginity. Yet you bury your head in the sand, afraid to even think about it! Your master's wife's fate was tragic; she wrote her last words, surely intending to take her own life. If anything were to happen to her, how could I live?

I must find her and commit suicide before her to preserve her chastity!" Seeing the bloodstains on the skirt still wet, he guessed his master's wife hadn't gone far. He called out to her as he searched along the pool.

After walking two or three miles along the pool, he saw a small hill not far ahead, with a sheer cliff at the edge of the hill. In the moonlight, a beautiful woman in yellow stood hesitantly on it.

Who else could it be but Madam Yue? Knowing that calling out to Madam Yue at this moment would surely lead to her drowning, Linghu Chong quickened his pace and arrived behind her in a moment. He knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, and pleaded in a low voice, "Master's wife! This disciple truly did not know that I had defiled your chastity during the day, incurring your great anger. Master's wife, please do not grieve. This disciple is willing to die to uphold your name." With that, he drew his sword and slit his throat.

Madam Yue was initially shocked to see Linghu Chong.

She had left a farewell letter, only wanting Linghu Chong to know before her death that she had sacrificed her chastity to save his life, and that the Yue family of the Huashan Sect were not all heartless and ungrateful.

Suddenly seeing him come looking for her, after all, they had been intimate during the day, and she had already left a letter to inform him of the truth, she was already too ashamed to face him.

But seeing him suddenly draw his sword to commit suicide, in a moment of panic, she kicked the sword out of his hand, feeling that he used great force, and that his suicide was not a pretense.

He stamped his foot, crying, "Chong'er, why...why are you doing this!" Linghu Chong drew his sword and grabbed his master's wife's long legs, bursting into tears. He

lamented the bitterness of his life, how he had finally been able to hold his head high and look down upon the martial world, and how he had found a beautiful confidante—a blessing that had turned into this tragedy. Not only had he been branded an incestuous lecher, but his beloved master's wife, whom he respected and loved, was now contemplating suicide because of his loss of chastity.

Though he was a free spirit, he was utterly helpless in the face of such a terrible situation. He

only wanted to commit suicide to atone for his master's wife's sins.

Seeing Linghu Chong's genuine tears, Ning Zhongze's almond-shaped eyes welled with tears. After a moment, she said, "Chong'er, this is the will of Heaven. Although your master acted perversely, firstly, my husband and I have always been loving, and secondly, although we are master and disciple, our relationship is that of mother and son. Although this matter was framed by villains, it still violates human ethics. You have a bright future ahead of you, and your master has no other relatives in the world besides you, and no more attachments. Therefore, I left this letter to say goodbye, so that you would know that not everyone in Huashan is heartless, and your master has a heart that loves you. Now that this matter has occurred, your master has no face to live in this world anymore, so you should let your master go. After I am gone, you and Miss Ren must grow old together... It is truly a tragedy. Your relationship with Shan'er has caused you great distress. She is already dead, and Heaven has allowed me, as her mother, to repay this debt with my own life. I hope that after I die, you will always think of Shan'er and me, and then we, mother and son, can rest in peace in the afterlife!" After saying this, Madam Yue turned around and leaped off the cliff in front of Linghu Chong.

Upon seeing his master's wife jump off the cliff, Linghu Chong's mind went blank. He cried out "Master's wife!" and leaped after her.

The cliff, though precipitous, wasn't very high; below lay the deep pool where Linghu Chong had long resided.

The two plunged one after the other into the pool. The water was deep, but there were no large rocks or hard objects at the bottom, so despite their fall, they were unharmed.

However, Madam Yue, having lived on Mount Hua for so long, was not a strong swimmer.

The pool water made her half-dizzy.

Linghu Chong and Yingying, having lived alone by the stream for many days, had long since developed excellent swimming skills. They swam a few strokes, grabbed Madam Yue's hands, and with a strong pull, their heads emerged from the water.

Madam Yue coughed a few times, vomiting some pool water.

Floating on, she felt as if she had just escaped death, hovering between the cliff top and the pool bottom. She saw Linghu Chong supporting her as they floated in the water, the moonlight reflecting on her beloved disciple's selfless act of jumping off the cliff for her sake. Overwhelmed by the countless grievances she had suffered, she burst into tears, throwing herself into Linghu Chong's arms.

Between sobs, she pounded his broad chest with her fists, crying out, "You wretched man! You wretched man! How am I supposed to face anyone now?!" Linghu Chong dared not resist, letting his master's wife pound him as he slowly helped her swim to shore.

Once ashore, Madam Yue had spit out the water and stopped crying, but simply lowered her head and remained silent.

Linghu Chong knelt before his master's wife again, saying, "Master's wife, Heaven has spared our lives this time. But I feel guilty, and once your anger has subsided, I will take my own life." Ning Zhongze murmured for a moment. From birth to death, this experience had resolved many of her inner conflicts.

Instead, her mind was clear, and she said, "Enough, enough! Chong'er, we, master and disciple, have already died once.

Let bygones be bygones! From now on, I will never speak of death again, and you must not attempt suicide!" Although Linghu Chong was still uneasy, seeing his master's wife's peaceful expression, no longer as extreme as before, he felt relieved and stood up.

He saw that he and his master's wife were soaking wet and quite disheveled, shivering slightly in the night wind.

Looking around, he saw a cave under some weeds and willow trees not far away, so he led his master's wife there to seek shelter from the cold.

The cave was small, about three zhang in diameter and no more than two zhang deep, barely enough for the two of them to fit comfortably.

Linghu Chong pulled out the tinder he carried with him. Fortunately, it was wrapped in layers of oiled paper, so even though he was soaked, the tinder could still start a fire. He

then gathered some dry branches and built a fire inside the cave.

Seeing his master's wife shivering, he knew she hadn't eaten all day and was now soaked and vulnerable to the night wind.

He said, "I have some roasted frogs by my junior sister's grave. I'll go get them. Master's wife

, please take off your wet clothes and warm them over the fire. Otherwise, you'll catch a cold." Without waiting for Madam Yue's reply, he turned and left the cave to retrieve the roasted frogs and his belongings. Madam Yue, still shivering from the cold despite the campfire, was wearing wet clothes.

Seeing her disciple's thoughtfulness, and assuming that his hasty departure to fetch the frogs was to avoid suspicion, and that there was no one else in the deep mountains, she boldly took off her clothes, used two dry branches to heat them, and sat by the fire to warm herself, silently lost in thought.

Under the cold, starry night, Madam Yue, after days of searching for her daughter, being captured, humiliated, and rescued, had suffered repeated blows: the loss of her chastity and the sudden news of her beloved daughter's murder. Overwhelmed

with shame, she contemplated suicide.

Though renowned as the heroine of Mount Hua, she was, after all, just a woman.

After the repeated shocks, humiliations, loss of virginity, and attempts to jump off a cliff, she no longer desired death, but her mind was in turmoil, and she felt utterly exhausted. She

unknowingly fell asleep.

Linghu Chong returned to his usual spot, retrieved his bundle, and roasted frogs. He was about to turn back to his master's wife when he remembered his instructions to dry her clothes and keep warm. She must be drying her clothes now, and he had already shamed her; he shouldn't be so impolite. He decided to wait until she was dressed before returning.

With that thought, he leaned against Yue Lingshan's grave, gazing at the stars, lost in thought.

Linghu Chong was heartbroken by his junior sister's betrayal and his master's malice, but being a magnanimous person, and already with Yingying, he didn't dwell on it.

However, fate played a cruel trick, and he found himself in an incestuous relationship with his master's wife, leaving him overwhelmed with shame and in turmoil.

He had revered his master's wife since childhood, and even though everyone in Huashan considered him a traitor, she had always stood by his side.

This bond of gratitude and kinship was now in turmoil because of his momentary lapse in judgment. How could he face his master's wife in the future, and how could he face Yingying? His master's wife had a life full of hardship. She was originally the wife of a righteous sect leader, with obedient disciples and a perfect match between her daughter and son-in-law—how happy she must have been!

All because his master, blinded by greed, stole the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual, causing his junior brother Lin to commit the heinous act of killing his junior sister. And the Evil-Slaying Sword Manual that his master practiced and the Demonic Sect's Sunflower Manual were of the same origin.

Wouldn't his master, like Dongfang Bubai, have become a genderless monster? Even if his master's wife returned to Mount Hua, their love would never be the same… And during the day…

he was, after all, a young man experiencing the ways of the world for the first time.

Although he was bewitched by lust and his mind was clouded, the intoxicating pleasure of their encounters was unreservedly buried deep within his heart.

At first, he wished it were just a dream, and for a long time, he refused to admit that he and his master's wife had consummated their relationship, burying his head in the sand, hoping it was all a nightmare.

But Madam Yue's suicide note finally shattered his self-deception.

As he leaped to save his master's wife, Linghu Chong secretly slapped himself, "I'm burying my head in the sand! I'll slap you, you little lecher who bullied your master's wife! I'll slap you, you little hypocrite!" Thinking back now, if he continued to conceal his actions, he would be no different from his master, a hypocrite.

Gazing at the stars, Linghu Chong couldn't help but recall the scene of his intimate moments with his master's wife during the day.

Although he was in a daze at the time and didn't realize that the fairy in yellow in his dream was his respected master's wife, her slightly plump and graceful figure, and her incomparably beautiful buttocks, were still vivid in his mind.

Although he and Yingying had been intimate for a long time, they had never overstepped their bounds. Although Yingying came from the Demonic Sect and her love for him was known to all, matters between men and women were governed by Taoist principles, and she never let him get close.

The young man's first experience with marital relations, though hazy, was still unforgettable.

But after thinking about it for a while, he felt it was inappropriate, after all, she was his master's wife whom he respected like a celestial being.

At that time, it was expedient, but now thinking about it again would be disrespectful to his master's wife. In remorse, he slapped himself twice, stood up, picked up his things, and found his way back to the cave where Madam Yue was.

Not far from the cave, he suddenly heard Madam Yue scream from inside.

Startled, Linghu Chong hurried over.

Inside the cave, he saw Madam Yue wearing only a moon-white bodice, gesturing with half a withered branch in her hand.

The dress held aloft by two dry branches over the fire was already half burned away, while at the cave entrance, a large green snake, over ten feet long, raised its triangular head, flicking its red tongue, and hissed at Madam Yue through the fire.

Their swords had been kicked away by Madam Yue on the cliff, and Linghu Chong had no time to retrieve them.

Seeing that Madam Yue was nearly naked and unarmed, unable to resist the venomous snake, Linghu Chong knew that if he had arrived even a moment later, he would surely have been bitten.

Upon seeing such a large venomous snake, Linghu Chong was also startled.

He had no sword, but in his bag was a dagger that Yingying had left for him to use daily.

Although only about a foot long, it could be used as a sword in Linghu Chong's hands.

He drew the dagger, bent down, and forcefully slashed at the snake's tail;

the dagger was incredibly sharp, severing the snake's tail in one stroke. The snake, in pain, turned and lunged at Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong took two steps back, and the snake missed its target.

Just as it was about to turn and bite again, Linghu Chong swung his right arm and severed the snake's head. The snake's body writhed and twisted, its head baring its fangs and hissing on the ground. Although it wasn't dead yet, it couldn't hurt anyone anymore.

"Chong'er!"

In her fright, Madam Yue threw herself into Linghu Chong's thick chest, her arms involuntarily wrapping around him tightly.

"Don't be afraid, Madam. The snake is dead!"

Linghu Chong gently patted Madam Yue's back to comfort her, but found it slippery to the touch.

He then realized that Madam Yue was wearing only a bodice, even less than what they wore during their intimate moments during the day, making her extremely embarrassed. Madam Yue, who had just been awakened from her sleep by the snake, was now in a state of shock and confusion. The heroic and dignified demeanor of a female knight-errant had vanished in this deserted valley at night, leaving only the vulnerability and longing for protection within her heart.

With his beautiful, nearly naked master's wife in his arms, Linghu Chong felt guilty for not protecting her properly.

The mature fragrance emanating from Madam Yue's body wafted over him.

Linghu Chong's heart stirred; his masculine instincts could no longer be controlled. He couldn't help but wrap his arms tightly around his master's wife, his large hands boldly caressing her smooth, shapely buttocks before lowering his head to kiss her—"Chong'er! Let go!"

Slightly shaken, Madam Yue realized it was inappropriate for her to be naked against her disciple. Suddenly noticing Linghu Chong's strange expression and his sudden advances, she became alert.

She forcefully pushed him away, trying to find some clothing to cover herself, only to realize she had overslept and her clothes were burned. She was only wearing a thin bodice that barely reached her navel, exposing her pubic hair and private parts. She quickly covered her chest with one hand and her private parts with the other, retreating to a corner of the cave.

Linghu Chong, also jolted awake by his master's wife's resistance,

immediately knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly: "Master's wife, please calm your anger, this disciple is guilty." Seeing that he had regained his composure, Madam Yue's heart softened.

Having been a wife for many years, and seeing him kneeling for so long, she thought to herself that this young man was already of age but had never experienced love. Today's events had taken an unexpected turn; he had tasted the pleasures of love for the first time, and although he was poisoned, he must have found it hard to resist.

She had just been caught in a sudden and dangerous situation, unable to control herself, and it was no wonder she had thrown herself into his arms; she couldn't blame him.

In the firelight, she saw his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, a truly masculine sight. Her daughter was not meant for him.

She had lost her virginity to him for some reason, and he treated her with such reverence,

kneeling before her at the slightest hint of affection, which moved her deeply. Yet, seeing the depth of his kneeling and kowtowing, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

After a while, Madam Yue said sweetly, "Chong'er, you're young and impetuous, I won't blame you. Your clothes aren't dry, go warm yourself by the fire. It's just that your master's wife overslept and burned her clothes..." She trailed off, her face flushed with shyness, unable to say anything more.

Linghu Chong pulled a white robe he usually wore from his bundle, not daring to look up.

Kneeling, he respectfully presented the robe to Madam Yue, saying, "Master's wife, please make do with this." Madam Yue accepted the robe and draped it over herself; it was loose and large, yet it provided warmth and modesty.

However, lacking a belt, she could only barely cover her delicate body. She let Linghu Chong sit down to warm himself by the fire, and

then, mustering her courage, quietly sat down beside him. Linghu Chong took out some roasted frogs, heated them over the fire, and handed them to Madam Yue. She didn't stand on ceremony and ate a few, but ultimately, preoccupied with her own thoughts, she couldn't eat the remaining ones.

Outside the cave, a cold wind blew, but inside, the two warmed themselves by the fire, the firelight illuminating the cave.

Linghu Chong poked at the fire with a half-dried twig, secretly blaming himself for his earlier lawlessness and frivolous behavior. Even his initial act of conjugal relations with his master's wife was due to a plot by the Demonic Sect; though morally wrong, he felt no remorse. He only felt that defiling his master's wife was the greatest evil, deserving of death.

But just now, in her moment of lucidity, she had been so disrespectful to her master's wife. Was she really going to become a lecherous scoundrel like Tian Boguang? Ning Zhongze stared at the flames, her heart filled with unease.

She had lost her virginity to her disciple, and her suicide attempt had failed. How could she face the world afterward? Her husband was despicable, her beloved daughter had died tragically—what was the point of returning to the world of martial arts? Chong'er and Miss Ren were a perfect match. Although her submission to him was only a temporary expedient, Chong'er was a young man experiencing pleasure for the first time, and it was inevitable that his heart would be stirred. Just now, in his moment of forgetfulness, he had even touched her inappropriately. What

if Miss Ren found out about their affair when they met again? This boy was kind-hearted, and although he had a reputation as a playboy, he possessed the qualities of a gentleman. He was

a hundred times better than his master.

But that disrespectful act just now… well, he was young and couldn't resist beauty. It wasn't a great loss. But what would become of her after tonight? Madam Yue pondered without finding a solution. The campfire had already dried Linghu Chong's damp clothes. A masculine scent wafted through the air. Madam Yue involuntarily curled up her legs, hugging her knees, and couldn't help but turn to look at Linghu Chong. He was still fiddling with the dry firewood in the campfire, lost in thought. Linghu Chong was also filled with worries. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw Madam Yue's beautiful eyes gazing at him tenderly. Although she was wrapped in his long robe, her embroidered shoes had been left to dry by the fire and hadn't been put on yet. She wasn't wearing trousers either, revealing a pair of long, slender, white legs and a pair of delicate, charming feet curled up outside the robe. Coupled with her beautiful and dignified face, illuminated by the firelight, although she was a married woman, she was more elegant than her daughter and more beautiful than Ren Yingying. He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, but remembering that he had already repeatedly insulted his master's wife that day, he felt that to indulge in lust now would be unbecoming of a beast. He quickly composed himself and continued to tend the fire. Seeing Linghu Chong's expression, how could Madam Yue, a wife of many years, not know what he was thinking? Suddenly, a warm feeling welled up in her heart. "Chong'er." In the deep darkness, by the blazing fire, Madam Yue looked at her disciple and, for some reason, remembered their intimate moments during the day. Her face flushed with shyness, she called out softly. "What are your orders, Master's wife? If you are sleepy, you may sleep. I will keep watch for you." Hearing his master's wife's gentle call, Linghu Chong suppressed his wicked thoughts and dared not look up. "Alas... foolish child. How can I still be your master's wife after you treat me like this today?" Seeing Linghu Chong's obedience, Madam Yue's heart, which had been quietly stirring, felt a little disappointed. She murmured unconsciously. Linghu Chong knew he had wronged Madam Yue, but having just tasted the pleasures of love, his youthful passion was hard to suppress. Although Madam Yue was over forty, she was his master's wife. Parental relations were a great barrier, difficult for ordinary people to cross. Firstly, the two had already consummated their marriage during the day by a twist of fate; secondly, Madam Yue was incomparably beautiful, and now, by sheer coincidence, she was alone with him in the desolate valley, half-naked in the cold night. How could he not be tempted? He felt pity for his master's wife, who had lost her daughter and her virginity, and who had just committed suicide for him; he felt guilty. He also remembered their master-disciple relationship, and he wasn't currently under the influence of aphrodisiacs; to let lust rise again felt unforgivable. Yet, he wasn't truly infatuated; he understood the meaning behind his master's wife's words. A warm feeling welled up within him. Lost in his passion, Linghu Chong unconsciously reached out his right arm and gently embraced Madam Yue's slender waist. Madam Yue suddenly felt a tightening around her waist; her disciple had embraced her. However, his hand trembled, and he dared not exert any force. Overjoyed, she glanced at Linghu Chong, who dared not look at her, and gently rested her head on his shoulder, her delicate hand fiddling with the corner of her robe, her heart pounding. Leaning against his master's wife, Linghu Chong tensed even more, the dry branch in his hand falling into the fire. In the dead of night, in the deserted valley by the fire, a man and a woman whispered sweet nothings. What master's wife, what disciple? Having faced life and death together, sharing the pleasures of love, how could morality remain? One was the headmaster's wife, beautiful and fierce as a wolf. The other was a reckless, fearless young man. The master-disciple relationship, though still respectable, was now thwarted by the vicissitudes of life. Stripped of the chivalrous woman, the young headmaster, the master-disciple bond, the mother-son relationship— at this moment, only a man and a woman, both wounded by the suffering of their loved ones, licked their wounds in the cave. The instant she rested her head on Linghu Chong's shoulder, Madam Yue felt a sudden clarity: such a foolish child, such a virtuous disciple, had been suppressed for too long under the false righteousness of the Huashan Gentleman's Sword. She too had no home to return to; what harm was there in a brief affair with him? Firstly, to repay his repeated acts of kindness in repaying evil. Secondly, a young man who has tasted the intoxicating pleasures of a woman is bound to have wild thoughts in the future. Moreover, given his high level of martial arts skills and the fact that he is surrounded by unorthodox and wicked people, he is not under the control of a young lady. At best, he will frequent prostitutes; at worst, he will commit adultery. Although she has given herself to save her beloved disciple, she has still deflowered him. It is her responsibility as his teacher and mother to prevent him from going astray in the future.

Thirdly, since her husband castrated himself, she had not had marital relations with him for a long time. Even with her chivalrous nature, she could not escape the sorrow of her private quarters.

If she had committed suicide then, it would have been fine.

But now, she was still alive, naked and alone with him in this deserted place. He respected and loved her, and although she regarded him as her son, they

had still shared joy.

Human relations were lost, and she was no longer pure.

He, on the other hand, was a chivalrous man she could entrust her life to. If she were to have marital relations with him again, it would at most be considered love between a man and a woman, and she would not be considered a lewd person.

Under the intimacy of his master's wife, Linghu Chong could no longer control himself, and his breathing became heavy.

The many affectionate moments he had shared with her during the day seemed to be vivid in his mind.

Unable to contain himself, he said, "Master's wife, please don't be like this. This disciple... this disciple is afraid that I won't be able to control myself and will offend you, my esteemed master. If I do that, I will be letting down both my master and my deceased junior sister..." Madam Yue raised her pretty face, her expression shy and coquettish, and said, "Silly child, what have you done to wrong your master! He wronged you. As for your junior sister... well, it's just that Shan'er had a hard life." Speaking of Yue Lingshan, the raging fire that had just ignited in Madam Yue's heart was suddenly extinguished, and tears streamed down her face.

"Master's wife, it's all my fault!"

Seeing his master's wife's tears, Linghu Chong quickly comforted her and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his sleeve.

Seeing Linghu Chong's gentle and considerate manner, Madam Yue could no longer suppress her grievances

. She threw herself into Linghu Chong's arms and burst into tears, angrily pounding his chest with her small fists as she cried. She kept shouting, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! It's all your fault, you heartless little devil!" The usually dignified and loving master's wife was now crying and acting like a young girl in his arms.

Linghu Chong was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

Although he held her tender body in his arms,

the thought of his master's wife's years of nurturing kindness and the various misdeeds she had committed today

left him at a loss .

Madam Yue cried for a long time, then suddenly stopped.

She put her arm around Linghu Chong's shoulder and gently kissed him on the corner of his mouth.

Linghu Chong's body trembled, and the two stared at each other in silence for a moment.

Seeing Madam Yue's shy and expectant expression in his arms, his courage surged, and he boldly lowered his head to kiss her pretty face as well.

His tongue tasted the tear stains on Madam Yue's cheek, but it was bitter and astringent.

Finally, mother and son's lips met.

Madam Yue's fragrant tongue slid into Linghu Chong's mouth, and the moment their tongues touched, they both involuntarily trembled.

Linghu Chong felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

The instant his tongue touched his master's wife's, he went berserk: What about the master-disciple relationship? What about the righteous sects and heretics? Yue Buqun, Yue Lingshan, Lin Pingzhi? What are they anyway! He had humiliated himself countless times, contemplating suicide, only to find that the only ones who truly loved him were his master's wife and Yingying! But the thought of Yingying filled Linghu Chong with guilt.

He had already wronged his master's wife by committing incest.

And now, he was still embracing her, passionately kissing her, wondering how she was doing on Mount Heng. But this thought was fleeting.

The exquisite, intoxicating sensation of a young man's tongue intertwined with that of a middle-aged beauty made him unable to think any further.

A long, drawn-out kiss.

Linghu Chong's arms tightened around Madam Yue, his hands caressing her shapely buttocks through her robes.

Madam Yue's arms around Linghu Chong also tightened.

Neither wanted to separate from the other's body and tongue…

Finally, Linghu Chong lifted his lips from Madam Yue's cherry lips.

With deep affection and embarrassment, he called out, "Master's wife."

"Mmm,"

Madam Yue responded softly.

The kiss had already conveyed their mutual understanding.

Without Linghu Chong needing to say anything, she naturally knew what he was thinking.

Slowly rising to her feet, she felt somewhat embarrassed in front of Linghu Chong.

With her back to him, she began to untie the long robe covering her body. As

the robe fell to the ground, Madam Yue's voluptuous and mature female body was fully revealed before Linghu Chong.

She gently untied the chain of her bodice, removing the last vestige of clothing, and slowly loosened the hair tied in her hair. With a flick of her wrists, her beautiful hair cascaded down like a waterfall, reaching her waist.

The middle-aged woman's rounded buttocks, long legs, jet-black hair, and snow-white skin made her appear as dignified, beautiful, and unapproachable as Guanyin.

Linghu Chong, having also stripped naked, stood there as well. Madam Yue turned around, her face flushed with embarrassment, and covered the mysterious dark triangle between her legs with her hands.

A pair of beautiful breasts were laid bare before Linghu Chong's eyes. After all, she was his master's wife, and now that the moment had come, Linghu Chong suddenly dared not look directly at Madam Yue's naked body. Embarrassed, he lowered his head, yet couldn't help stealing glances at her unclothed form.

Seeing Linghu Chong's awkwardness, his bulging muscles, and his manhood refusing to rise, Madam Yue felt both ashamed and amused.

"You really are a fool," she said, "You're quite the simpleton."

Having experienced many affairs, Madam Yue walked up to Linghu Chong and generously grasped his manhood with her delicate hand, gently stroking it as she pressed her fair body tightly against her disciple.

Madam Yue was over forty; her youth had faded, and her breasts had sagged slightly.

But her skin was as white as snow, her breasts large, and even more endearing were her beautiful nipples, a brownish-red rather than the pink of a young girl's, yet undeniably stunning.

Her smooth abdomen was slightly protruding, but not bloated.

At this moment, she pressed her breasts tightly against Linghu Chong's arm, her beautiful nipples restlessly rubbing against his arm. How could Linghu Chong not be aroused? Linghu Chong let Madam Yue play with his penis, holding her tightly in his arms and continuing to kiss her, while timidly kneading one of her breasts with his other hand.

"Chong'er, we have already consummated our marriage. Your master's wife is yours today. Don't be shy, the pleasure of the boudoir lies in indulgence. The Huashan Sect are all hypocrites, and your master is a false gentleman who has taught you to be dull. Couples should act spontaneously. Treat this as your wedding night, and your master's wife is your bride. Your master's wife will grant all your desires. This is the essence of matters between men and women. You don't need to be so cautious." After the kiss, seeing that he was still cautiously caressing her, Madam Yue stroked Linghu Chong's penis while biting his earlobe and whispering in his ear.

The scent of his master's wife filled his ears, stirring Linghu Chong's senses and

making him lose his mind. Hearing her words of encouragement, he boldly blurted out, "Master's wife, I want to nurse!" As soon as he uttered these words, Linghu Chong blushed deeply.

He understood that this valley was a bridal chamber sent to him by Heaven out of guilt, and his master's wife was his bride.

But after all, he had treated his master's wife with utmost respect for twenty years—

even in the throes of passion, before consummating their marriage, he still felt embarrassed to express his desires.

"Chong'er! Husband! My good son! Your master's wife has everything for you!"

Holding her disciple's penis in her hand, inhaling the masculine scent emanating from Linghu Chong,

Madam Yue felt a surge of desire! Today, she would abandon everything, for her disciple, to be his complete woman! And for herself, for she was, after all, a woman.

What did it matter if the martial world was turbulent tomorrow! As long as tonight was a blissful wedding night! Linghu Chong bent down and grasped his master's wife's breasts, then, like a child, put his mouth to them and began to suckle desperately on Madam Yue's left nipple... "Master's wife! Master's wife!" Linghu Chong murmured in a daze.

These were the breasts of his master's wife, which she never showed to anyone except his master and junior sister! From this day forward, his master's wife was his woman! Looking at his disciple, who had just finished sucking on his left nipple and was now rubbing his face vigorously against his right,

the ecstatic pleasure on his nipples made Madam Yue gradually lose herself: "Good boy, good husband! Touch your master's wife, touch your master's wife down there." Linghu Chong squatted down, staring at the mysterious peach blossom spring three inches below his master's wife's navel.

This was the first time in over twenty years that he had truly and carefully seen a woman's private parts.

And the first person to openly allow him to examine her private parts was his master's wife, whom he revered as a goddess… He first parted Madam Yue's dark pubic hair with his hand.

He tried to pinch her clitoris with two fingers, trying to pull the foreskin back higher. No one needed to teach him; faced with a woman's mysterious place, every man was curious, every man would unconsciously touch, explore… He wanted to see more clearly the mystery of his master's genitals, the mystery his junior sister had touched when she was born, and to remember it more clearly after touching it carefully! Madam Yue's delicate pink vulva was fully exposed to Linghu Chong. Gazing at his master's wife's most mysterious and alluring clitoris, Linghu Chong couldn't help but look up at her.

He saw Madam Yue, her hair hanging low, her pretty face flushed with desire, her eyes filled with longing and encouragement.

He boldly extended his tongue and licked her clitoris; the taste was fragrant yet salty.

Madam Yue, overwhelmed by Linghu Chong's licking, giggled, her naked body trembling, her breasts shaking violently.

She gently tapped Linghu Chong's head, giggling as she reached out to cover her private parts again, begging him to stop.

He had tasted everything about his master's wife—all the things his wicked master had once possessed.

Linghu Chong's blood boiled; propriety and shame were completely forgotten in the face of such passion.

Although he couldn't change his address and still called her "Master's Wife," in his eyes at this moment, the Master's Wife who had given up her reputation and wealth was simply a beautiful woman belonging to him, while he was just a strong young man.

The boundaries of human relations had completely vanished! After licking and teasing Madam Yue's flower bud, Linghu Chong stood up again, and the two of them, both completely naked, stared at each other once more.

Madam Yue giggled from Linghu Chong's earlier teasing, her fair neck already flushed

with embarrassment. Looking at the burning fire in his eyes, Madam Yue stopped laughing, and suddenly felt embarrassed again.

At this moment, Linghu Chong's passionate gaze boldly swept over her naked body, making her incredibly shy. Madam Yue felt as if she had truly returned to the night of her wedding night with Yue Buqun.

She lowered her head.

Her long, black hair couldn't hide the girlish blush on Madam Yue's face.

"Master's Wife,"

Linghu Chong said, holding Madam Yue's delicate hands in his own, his erect penis, after exploring Madam Yue's feminine body, now bulging with veins.

To Madam Yue, the address "Master's Wife" was no longer the respectful one it once was, but a tender plea for pleasure.

"Hmm,"

Madam Yue murmured, head bowed, shyly withdrawing her hand from his.

She knelt down, gracefully unfolding the long robe that had fallen to the ground and laying it flat.

She knew this tattered robe would be their bridal bed. Gone was the unrestrained joy she had shown during foreplay with her disciple; instead, she felt the same shyness and fear she had felt when she had rested her head on his shoulder earlier, her heart pounding wildly once more.

After laying it out, Madam Yue gently knelt on the robe, using her hands as a pillow, resting her head on them. She bent over, sticking out her pink buttocks, and parted her legs, exposing her white, jade-like buttocks and the moist, tender flesh below to Linghu Chong.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her face, hoping to conceal the shyness and desire on her face.

The yellow-clad fairy of her dreams.

Now, naked, she awaited her in a position of intercourse.

Linghu Chong's heart was filled with longing.

Although he had only tasted the forbidden fruit in a half-dreaming state during the day, the scene of intercourse in his dream was vivid in his mind, and he had secretly savored it during his leisure time.

Now that it had actually happened, he still vaguely remembered what to do.

Linghu Chong knelt behind his master's wife, one hand on her snow-white buttocks, the other holding his hard penis, trying to probe her tender flower with the purplish-red glans.

Because his master's wife's jade buttocks were raised a bit high, Linghu Chong tried several times without success, still unable to find the entrance

to his master's wife's vulva. The hot, hard glans rubbed aimlessly against the outside of her vulva, arousing his master's wife even more.

She reached a jade hand from between her legs, gently pinched Linghu Chong's penis, slightly lowered her waist, and guided him to insert his penis little by little into her wet vulva.

The beautiful mistress's thirsty vulva tightly gripped Linghu Chong's manhood, her smooth vagina accommodating the young man's fiery rod for the second time that day.

The first friction between Linghu Chong's sensitive glans and Madam Yue's vagina caused them both to scream with pleasure.

That intoxicating pleasure enslaved this pair of master and disciple, mother and son, who were burdened with immense guilt, to become slaves to their instincts.

What of the Smiling, Proud Wanderer? What of dominating the martial world? All of that was fleeting! The ecstatic pleasure of marital relations was their shared goal at this moment.

Linghu Chong was oblivious to everything else.

His unrequited love for his junior sister, his beloved wife—all

were cast aside in the face of his nature.

Before him lay only his mistress's beautiful, lily-like white buttocks and her raging, dragon-like penis thrusting in and out of her vulva.

He was playing with his mistress! He wasn't just playing with his mistress; he was venting his frustration at the injustice fate had inflicted upon him, seeking revenge on his master! Seeking revenge on his junior sister! I just want to play with your wife! Play with your mother! But is that really my purpose? In the midst of passion, my master's wife gasped softly.

Although I couldn't see whether her face showed shyness, ecstasy, or guilt, she was clearly devoted to me. The love she had shown me before, like a teacher and a mother, now tinged with dependence.

Would my actions hurt her? No! In the midst of his lovemaking with Madam Yue, Linghu Chong felt he had found his true home.

His junior sister's willfulness, Yingying's capriciousness,

weren't things he truly desired. From a young

age, he had envied his master for having such a gentle and virtuous wife.

Influenced by what he had seen and heard, hadn't he, in his youth, longed to marry such a beautiful and chivalrous woman, outwardly strong but inwardly gentle? So what if I marry my master's wife? Wasn't there a legendary hero in the previous dynasty who married his master, becoming a celebrated story in the martial arts world? I bear the name of a wanderer; what does this unconventional act of marrying my master's wife matter to me? Thinking of this, Linghu Chong was overcome with lust, gripping his master's wife's two snow-white, plump buttocks with both hands and thrusting even more fiercely.

"No! Chong'er! Be gentle, I can't take it!"

Madam Yue, her buttocks sticking out as Linghu Chong frantically thrust into her, groaned and begged for mercy in a low voice.

But how could a young man's infatuation with his first experience of marital relations be satisfied with her pleas?

Madam Yue felt that she was being driven mad by her disciple's penis! As lustful as Madam Yue was.

She seemed to see Yue Buqun without a beard before her eyes.

The once awe-inspiring gentleman swordsman, her husband, had actually castrated himself to practice swordsmanship. He

even needed to apply his beard every day.

It was bad enough that she was left alone in her chambers, but in the end, he had harmed himself and others, and even her daughter... She was a female knight of Mount Hua, and her husband had used a scheme to merge the Five Mountains Sword Sects, appearing to outsiders as incredibly honorable.

But the youthful spirit and passionate love she once possessed

had long since vanished, worn down by her husband's hypocritical behavior.

She knew her beloved disciple, Linghu Chong, was wronged and unjustly accused

, yet dared not speak out. Despite being a woman in her prime, she willingly endured the hardship of leaving her empty chambers for the rest of her life. And

what did she gain in the end? Not the flourishing of the Huashan Sect, but her husband becoming a laughingstock in the martial world, her beloved daughter dying far from home… Shan'er…

When Madam Yue was driven mad by Linghu Chong's passion, her body trembled and her hair flew wildly.

The pleasure of copulating with the young man, the guilt of losing her womanly virtue, and the lament for her misfortune intertwined, making her forget her roles as master and disciple. Her breath came in gasps, and she unconsciously cried out in unrestrained pleasure.

Madam Yue's incessant moans only fueled Linghu Chong's excitement.

But she herself remained oblivious, completely unaware.

Completely infatuated, Madam Yue quietly raised her head, and at that moment, she seemed to see Yue Lingshan before her.

Yue Lingshan, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit and carrying a long sword on her back, still retained the demeanor of a young girl from Mount Hua.

Seeing her respected mother and beloved senior brother passionately committing this incestuous act, she showed no resentment or anger.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, but only with guilt.

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