Heavenly Demon Technique

That day, Mu Ping rushed over, only to find An Rou lying unconscious on the stone steps of the bath, completely naked. He was immediately surprised.
When he entered the bath, he noticed that An Rou's face was flushed, her breathing was erratic, and her skin had a rosy glow. If she hadn't been in the water, Mu Ping would have clearly seen the nectar flowing from her lower body.
Meanwhile, Yu Wenming, fearing exposure, had already fled the Alliance Leader's mansion in a panic. Mu Ping was furious upon learning of Yu Wenming's disappearance and immediately ordered his pursuit…
Regarding whether An Rou had been defiled by Yu Wenming that day, Mu Ping was quite considerate and didn't bring it up, instead offering her comfort. For
the next few days, the two remained tacitly silent, as if that day had never happened. An Rou's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally eased slightly, though she felt guilty towards Mu Ping.
Meanwhile, in the secret chamber of the Alliance Leader's mansion…
Mu Ping is currently focusing all his efforts on cultivating the Heavenly Demon Art. This demonic art requires a profound foundation of internal energy for rapid mastery, and Mu Ping possesses the special physique of the Six Yang Body, with a dantian six times larger than that of an ordinary person and incredibly abundant internal energy, perfectly matching the cultivation principles of the Heavenly Demon Art. Therefore, he cultivated the Heavenly Demon Art to the fifth level more than half a month ago.
However, for some unknown reason, after reaching the fifth level, he has found it difficult to make any further progress.
Currently, Sha Luo's primordial spirit is still extremely weak, and without a massive amount of internal energy to absorb, the injuries to his primordial spirit will likely be difficult to heal in the short term.
With his wedding date with An Rou fast approaching, Leng Ningyue, as An Rou's master, will undoubtedly come to the Alliance Leader's Mansion. With their current strength, they are certainly no match for Leng Ningyue.
Recalling the inviolable, holy, and divine aura of the Palace Master of the Cold Moon Palace, as well as her unfathomable and extraordinary cultivation, Mu Ping couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and fear. He even somewhat regretted his decision to agree to fight against Leng Ningyue with Sha Luo.
Now, calming down and thinking it over, he had many concerns. The beauty of a celestial being was indeed wonderful, but one had to be alive to enjoy it.
"Hehehe... Boy, I know what you're thinking."
At this moment, a wisp of black smoke floated out from the black bead beside him, but compared to when he was at the Demon Sect's headquarters, the black smoke was much thinner now, as if a gentle breeze could disperse it.
"Oh? Could it be that the Demon Lord can read minds?" Mu Ping opened his eyes.
"Your heart is hesitant."
"So what if it is?"
"Unfortunately, it's too late, hahaha..." A laugh came from the black smoke.
"Perhaps, I have another choice." Mu Ping replied without revealing his true feelings.
"You have no choice, because you've cultivated the Heavenly Demon Art."
Mu Ping pondered for a moment after hearing this, then replied calmly, "At worst, I'll endure it for a while. Since Palace Master Hanyue will reach the Celestial Realm within the next year or two, I can wait until she ascends to the heavens before continuing to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Art. At that time, I will have nothing to fear in this world."
"Hehe... kid, once she breaks through to the Celestial Realm, she will possess the power of immortal essence. Even if she's thousands of miles away, she can sense the demonic art you've cultivated. At that time, with her Celestial Realm immortal powers, she can obliterate you in the blink of an eye. Do you think she'll still let you, this demon, go?" Sha Luo's voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.
He then added, "The moment you made your choice, your fate was already decided. It's something you can't escape. As long as you cooperate with me, I will definitely help you achieve your wish. This is also helping yourself..." Hearing Sha Luo's words, Mu Ping couldn't help but gasp. Despite his carefulness, he had still fallen into Sha Luo's trap. There was no other choice now.
After a long while, Mu Ping said with displeasure, "What should I do?" "First, help my primordial spirit recover to the point where it can condense into a physical form," Sha Luo said.
"In the past two months, you have absorbed a lot of internal energy. Isn't that enough?" Mu Ping was worried that Sha Luo was too weak to contend with Leng Ningyue, but he was also worried that Sha Luo was too strong and posed a threat to him.
"Ordinary internal energy has very limited effect on restoring my primordial spirit. Back then, it took me decades to barely recover even ten percent of my injuries... Once I recover even ten percent, my primordial spirit can take shape, and you... also need to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Great Art to the eighth level as soon as possible." "Tell me, how do you want me to help you?" Mu Ping asked directly. "
Hehe, that's simple, all you need is the Profound Yin Pearl." Sha Luo replied.
Upon hearing this, Mu Ping was immediately filled with anger and couldn't help but curse inwardly: This old bastard, he's actually setting his sights on Xue'er again.
He then coldly said, "What if I refuse?"
"Alas... then I will have no choice but to wait to die with you. I urge Young Hero Lu to consider this carefully." Mu Ping felt like he had been tricked and said unhappily, "Your primordial spirit is so weak that you can't even forcibly absorb internal energy. How can you absorb the Xuan Yin Pearl?... And I have been practicing the Heavenly Demon Great Art recently, but for some reason, I can't break through the sixth level. How can I reach the eighth level?" Sha Luo chuckled lightly upon hearing this, then said, "The Heavenly Demon Great Art is a demonic technique that steals the opportunities of the world and seizes the creations of others to achieve one's own success. If you want to master the demonic art, you must first be ruthless and free from love, and act according to your desires... As for how I absorb the Xuan Yin Pearl, it's not difficult, but..." Sha Luo paused for a moment before slowly revealing the method for absorbing the Xuan Yin Pearl. Upon
hearing this, Mu Ping's expression gradually turned cold. In his anger, he even sealed Sha Luo's primordial spirit within the demonic pearl, preventing him from escaping.
Several days later…
After days of torrential rain, the sky cleared, and a cool breeze filled the air, making it refreshingly pleasant.
Taking advantage of such comfortable weather, Mu Ping accompanied An Rou to the backyard garden early in the morning to enjoy the scenery. The two strolled through the fragrant flowers and lush greenery for over half an hour, until they came upon a pavilion not far ahead.
“Young Master Lu, why don’t we… rest in the pavilion for a while?” An Rou, seeing Mu Ping’s listless expression, assumed he was tired and immediately offered her words of concern.
Mu Ping, with a troubled expression, seemed somewhat absent-minded. Upon hearing An Rou’s suggestion, he simply nodded and followed her slowly toward the pavilion.
An Rou, of course, had no idea what troubled Mu Ping, assuming he was simply exhausted.
The two quickly entered the pavilion; Mu Ping sat down first, followed closely by An Rou.
Just as An Rou was about to sit down, Mu Ping suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender arm, pulling her into his arms. Caught off guard, An Rou sat on Mu Ping's lap.
She gasped softly, about to open her lips to scold him for his abruptness, when Mu Ping's lips were already pressed against hers.
"Mmm..." Her scolding words instantly turned into a muffled whimper.
An Rou's brows furrowed slightly, her face filled with confusion and tension. They were in a garden, and someone could pass by at any moment. Thinking of this, An Rou immediately placed her hands on Mu Ping's chest, trying to push him away and break free from his embrace.
But Mu Ping, sensing An Rou's resistance, ignored it and instead held the beauty in his arms even tighter.
He eagerly sucked and nibbled at An Rou's rosy lips, his thick tongue skillfully prying open her pearly teeth and venturing into her mouth. He quickly found her soft, delicate tongue, teasing and caressing it with practiced ease, even sucking and gently biting it into his own mouth... An Rou's heart raced, her body grew hot, and her hands, which had been pressed against her chest, seemed to lose their strength and slowly slid down. An Rou no longer resisted, letting his two restless hands roam freely over her delicate body...
After a long while, their lips parted, and Mu Ping gazed at the beauty before him with burning eyes.
She tilted her head back slightly, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her alluring red lips parted slightly, her breath sweet as orchids, her sexy, pink tongue still lingering between her white teeth, while her two firm breasts rose and fell with the rhythm of her breath, making one incredibly eager to peek at the captivating allure beneath her clothes…
Seeing An Rou's initial allure, already aroused, Mu Ping felt a burning desire, his manhood already uncontrollably swollen and erect in his trousers, seemingly about to burst through the fabric at any moment.
He kissed An Rou's cherry lips again, and at the same time, reached out and pulled out his massive member, the head standing tall and erect, pressing tightly against An Rou's shapely buttocks, slowly rubbing against her through her long skirt… After a while, Mu Ping gently lifted An Rou's delicate body, adjusted her position so that she was facing him, straddling his legs.
Then, Mu Ping's hands quietly slipped under An Rou's skirt, quickly pulling her underpants down to her buttocks. Her fair, tender buttocks were within reach, the smooth, delicate touch captivating Mu Ping, who couldn't help but knead them…
After kneading her snowy buttocks for a while, Mu Ping's hands suddenly lifted An Rou's shapely buttocks and slowly moved them towards his hips until the tip of his penis touched her soft labia… "Mmm…"
The moment her sensitive vulva touched his hard, hot penis, An Rou couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Her body trembled as if electrocuted, her mind went blank, she felt a burning heat all over, and a wave of itching and emptiness rose within her vulva, a faint hope that Mu Ping would quickly insert that big thing to comfort her.
Mu Ping disregarded An Rou's feelings, his own lust already overwhelming him. He released her hands, gently lowering her shapely buttocks, his thick penis thrusting deeper into her jade cave. Her labia, already moistened with honey, opened elastically, gently enveloping the tip of his penis. With the downward movement of her snowy buttocks, it effortlessly swallowed the glans, as large as a baby's fist.
At the same time, Mu Ping thrust upwards, his thick penis further widening the slippery opening, passing through layers of labia, sliding into the depths of her honey cave, directly plunging into the deepest, most sensitive core, slowly bumping and rubbing...
"Ah... mmm..." An Rou's pretty face immediately lifted, unable to suppress her moans.
As Mu Ping continued to thrust, An Rou's slender arms tightly encircled his neck, her two full breasts pressing and rubbing against his chest.
"Ugh...it's so full...it's stuffed...this feeling is so good...ah...it's in again...no...it's too embarrassing...someone will hear...uh...but...ahhh..."
An Rou, who was moaning loudly, suddenly realized that the two of them were not indoors, but in the garden pavilion outdoors. If someone passed by in the garden, they would surely hear the continuous lewd sounds, and might even see her shameful appearance...
No matter how hard An Rou tried to suppress it, she still couldn't help but moan. Helpless, she could only cover her mouth with her hand, trying to cover up her cries.
Because Mu Ping had been in seclusion cultivating the Heavenly Demon Technique recently, An Rou had not been able to have sex with Mu Ping for many days. Having already tasted the sweetness, her body had become increasingly sensitive. At this moment, she no longer cared about being reserved and only hoped that Mu Ping would make up for the emptiness she had felt these past few days.
Mu Ping began to increase the intensity and speed of his thrusts. An Rou, straddling Mu Ping's legs, followed his rhythm, actively twisting her waist and swaying her hips, rising and falling, back and forth to meet his movements. Her clothes were already disheveled and open, and one large hand was grasping and kneading her bulging silver-white bodice. The sounds of her buttocks hitting each other grew louder and louder. The thick penis powerfully moved in and out of her tender honey hole, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. Each time the penis hit her clitoris, it was like hitting An Rou's heart, making her soul excited and unable to control her emotions. Her love for Mu Ping grew even stronger.
At this moment, her jade gate was wide open, her honeyed orifice already overflowing with lustful fluids, gushing forth with each thrust of the penis…
Moans, gasps, the sounds of impact, and splashing water mingled together, creating a decadent and alluring melody…
“Young…Young Master…Chief Zhao of the Iron Claw Gang…and Chief Li of the Broken Blade Sect requests an audience with you, Young Master.” A guard with a sword stood trembling outside the pavilion, his head bowed, his eyes avoiding eye contact, his words filled with tension and fear.
An Rou, still immersed in a sea of desire, suddenly heard a voice, a man's voice, and it seemed to be right behind her… Good heavens! What’s going on? Why is someone here? Did he hear her? Did he see her?
An Rou was struck dumb, her mind going blank. She froze for a moment, her heart pounding, almost screaming out loud…
“Mmm…” But then, at that moment, An Rou let out a seductive moan, completely out of place.
Her body trembled, her vagina twitching like a small mouth, gripping the large penis still inside her, involuntarily clenching and releasing… Although Mu Ping had stopped thrusting, when An Rou realized another man was behind her, she felt a strange, inexplicable pleasure amidst her immense shame. It was this strange feeling that brought her to the peak of orgasm…
In such an inopportune moment, An Rou climaxed… If her skirt were lifted, a faint puddle of water would be visible on the ground.
After her climax, An Rou felt unbearably ashamed and wanted to hide immediately. She clutched her outer garment tightly, covering her bodice, and then buried her face in Mu Ping's shoulder in a panic… Seeing An Rou's uncontrollable climax in front of other men, and her subsequent shy and flustered state, Mu Ping's still-erect penis immediately throbbed in her vagina, ejaculating a large amount of semen, watering the flower core deep within her vagina…
After regaining his senses, Mu Ping finally spoke: "Tell them I'm in seclusion practicing martial arts. Tell them to come back in three days."
The guard with the sword was already distracted, his mind wandering, his groin bulging. Upon receiving Mu Ping's instruction, he immediately left the garden in a panic, not daring to look back again.
When he thought back on it, it still felt like a dream. When he came to find Mu Ping, he vaguely heard a woman's moans from afar. Then he saw the young master and Fairy An Rou making love in the pavilion. Despite his lustful desires, he dared not linger. Just as he was about to turn away, Mu Ping suddenly beckoned to him, signaling him to come closer… and thus the scene just now unfolded.
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Three hundred miles north of Luoshui City, there is a small town.
Yu Wenming has been staying at this inn in the town for several days. For the past half month, he has traveled here many times, changing locations almost every three days to avoid Mu Ping's pursuit. Today is the time to leave again.
During these days, while hiding everywhere, Yu Wenming has also been cultivating a supreme martial art, the 'Cold Moon Profound Art'. He obtained the cultivation method of the Cold Moon Profound Art from An Rou's memories that day, originally believing that with the Cold Moon Profound Art, once mastered, he would have no fear of Mu Ping.
But after mastering the first level of the Cold Moon Profound Technique, he dared not cultivate it any longer. This was because during cultivation, an endless stream of icy energy would flow into his body, causing him excruciating pain. If he forced himself to continue, he feared for his life.
What Yu Wenming didn't know was that the Cold Moon Profound Technique was an extremely yin and cold art; women belonged to yin, and men to yang, therefore it was unsuitable for men to cultivate.
"Damn it, hiding like this all day, I wonder when it will end," Yu Wenming cursed to himself.
"It's a pity that Mu Ping's martial arts are too high; even Han Xiao is no match for him. But if I don't get rid of him, I'll have to live in hiding forever, barely surviving... It seems this is the only way." After much deliberation, Yu Wenming finally made up his mind. He was going to Hanyue Palace; perhaps only the Palace Master of Hanyue Palace could deal with Mu Ping.
Yu Wenming had some concerns, which was why he hesitated. However, the Palace Master of Hanyue Palace was, after all, a reclusive master. Even if he later discovered that Mu Ping wasn't a good person, he probably wouldn't hunt him down like Mu Ping had. Weighing the options, he still felt that Mu Ping posed a greater threat to him.
After making his decision, Yu Wenming rested at the inn for another night, and the next day he quietly left the town... ----------------------
Luoshui City, Alliance Leader's Mansion.
Two guests arrived at the manor today: Chief Zhao of the Iron Claw Gang and Sect Leader Li of the Broken Blade Sect. They had come to visit Mu Ping three days ago, but Mu Ping was in seclusion that day. The guards in the manor told them to come back in three days, and they arrived as promised.
Mu Ping specially prepared a banquet to entertain them, and also brought An Rou along. An Rou was initially reluctant to appear at such an event, but she couldn't resist Mu Ping's persuasion.
He told An Rou that their wedding was approaching, and as his fiancée, he hoped that An Rou, as half-host of the Alliance Leader's manor, could greet the visiting guests.
Mu Ping's words were reasonable, and An Rou had no choice but to agree.
After several rounds of drinks, Sect Leader Li of the Broken Blade Sect, with a beaming smile, flattered him.
"Young Master Lu bravely stormed the Demon Realm and even personally slew the demon to rid the martial world of a scourge. He is truly a young hero! I, Li, sincerely admire him. The entire Broken Blade Sect will fully support Young Master Lu in becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance. This can be considered a son following in his father's footsteps, hahaha..."
Mu Ping replied with a faint smile, "Sect Leader Li is too kind. I am still young and have little experience in the martial world. The position of leader of the martial arts alliance should be held by a person of high moral character and prestige. What merit do I, Lu, possess..." At this moment, Zhao, the leader of the Iron Claw Gang, raised his wine cup and said at the opportune moment, "Young Master Lu is young and promising, with superb martial arts skills, even surpassing your father in his prime. Who in the martial world can match his merit in eliminating demons? He is truly deserving of the position of leader of the martial arts alliance. The entire Iron Claw Gang will also fully support Young Master Lu." "I am honored by the two seniors' high regard. I would like to offer you both a toast." After saying this, Mu Ping stood up and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.
After everyone finished drinking, Chief Zhao refilled his cup and raised it to An Rou, who was sitting to Mu Ping's right, saying, "Miss Ye is truly a celestial being descended to earth. She and Young Master Lu are a match made in heaven. When I first met you, I was impolite. I'll punish myself with this cup; I hope you won't take offense." He then downed his cup in one gulp.
Hearing Chief Zhao's words, An Rou suddenly remembered him.
Invited by Lu Yongpeng, An Rou had descended the mountain to assist the righteous sects in eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path. At the Alliance Leader's mansion, it was this Chief Zhao of the Iron Claw Gang who tested her martial arts, claiming to be asking for a few moves, but in reality, his attacks were vicious, specifically targeting her chest. An Rou eventually beat him to his knees, wailing.
From their first meeting, An Rou had a bad impression of this lewd-looking Chief Zhao; he had openly displayed a lewd gaze upon her the first time they met. Perhaps because Mu Ping was present, his gaze seemed to soften somewhat, but it still displeased An Rou.
Despite her displeasure, An Rou responded with a smile, "Chief Zhao, you flatter me." This faint smile, however, caused Chief Zhao and Sect Leader Li to be captivated, staring at An Rou in a daze for a long time before they came to their senses. Chief Zhao, in particular, had his mouth slightly open, almost spilling wine.
Seeing the two looking at her so rudely, An Rou was slightly angry but couldn't show it, so she simply turned her pretty face slightly to the side and ignored them.
Realizing their rudeness, Zhao and Li, to avoid further embarrassment, quickly refilled their cups and toasted Mu Ping.
They exchanged pleasantries and pleasantries, and then discussed the state of the world and the affairs of the martial arts world. The three chatted happily and drank to their hearts' content...
An hour later, Zhao and Li were completely drunk, slumped over the table, snoring loudly.
Mu Ping was also drunk, slumped over the table, barely able to hold his glass, yet still pouring more into his mouth, muttering, "You two... hiccup... why aren't you drinking... drink... let's all drink together..."
An Rou had tried for a long time to persuade them to drink less, but the three were enjoying themselves and wouldn't listen to her, so she gave up. During
this time, An Rou was also toasted by the three, even Mu Ping urged her to drink. Although An Rou felt some resentment towards Mu Ping, she couldn't resist the urging and drank several cups. Not being a heavy drinker, her cheeks were flushed, and she was already somewhat drunk.
An Rou got up and went to Mu Ping's side. She reached out and put her arm around his arm, trying to help him up and take him to a nearby guest room to rest.
With An Rou's help, Mu Ping finally stood up, but just as he was about to take his first step, his legs went weak, and he stumbled backward, falling right into the chair behind him.
An Rou, already intoxicated and supporting Mu Ping, stumbled, losing her balance and falling into his arms
, nearly kissing him. Their lips met, almost touching. An Rou and Mu Ping froze, looking into each other's eyes, feeling each other's breath, the strong smell of alcohol fueling their growing desire.
Suddenly, Mu Ping reached out and embraced An Rou tightly, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.
At this moment, Mu Ping seemed to have sobered up. He roamed over An Rou's body, his hands constantly changing the way he caressed her back, waist, buttocks, and chest. Sometimes he gently rubbed, sometimes he skillfully grabbed, sometimes he traced sensitive areas with his fingertips, and sometimes he cupped An Rou's face and passionately kissed and teased her...
Soon, An Rou's blouse was disheveled and opened, revealing a light-colored undergarment. Her skirt was lifted up to her waist, and her white underpants were pulled down to her buttocks, revealing her round and full snowy buttocks.
An Rou cooperated by spreading her legs and straddling Mu Ping's legs, slowly moving towards his already erect penis, and then slowly, little by little, she lowered her body... "Mmm..." An Rou let out a soft moan the moment she swallowed his penis.
It was this sound that suddenly reminded An Rou that she wasn't in the room, but at the table, with two middle-aged men sitting right next to her…
'No…not here…they'll see…it's too embarrassing…' An Rou was both nervous and afraid. She stopped her passionate kiss with Mu Ping, signaling with her eyes to tell him to wait a moment, until they were back inside.
But Mu Ping seemed oblivious, completely unconcerned. Suddenly, he thrust his hips upwards, penetrating her deepest core, and then began to slowly pump in and out.
An Rou, already aroused, now had her last shred of reason shattered by the impact of his penis.
Her brows furrowed slightly, her red lips parted, and she couldn't help but moan… At the same time, a wisp of black smoke drifted out from the black beads under the table. This wisp of smoke lingered between Zhao and Li for a moment before entering Zhao's body.
After an unknown amount of time, An Rou and Mu Ping had changed positions several times, eventually moving from their chairs to the round table.
An Rou stood beside the table, her top and long skirt now scattered on the floor. Her skin was as white as jade, except for a small bodice that still tightly covered her breasts. An Rou's hands and forearms were bent and braced on the table, her waist lowered and hips raised as she received the thrusts of the man behind her.
Mu Ping stood behind An Rou, his hands gripping her slender waist, thrusting his hips repeatedly, his penis pumping in and out of her vaginal opening countless times… A continuous stream of pleasure spread from her lower body throughout her entire being. An Rou murmured lewd words in her mind, sometimes even uttering them aloud.
Although her body and mind were completely consumed by lust, An Rou would occasionally raise her head to glance at the two leaders, Zhao Gangzhu and Li Menzhu, who were sleeping soundly by the round table. Seeing that they were still fast asleep, she felt slightly relieved and began to enjoy the pleasure brought by each thrust of his penis…
After a series of rapid thrusts, Mu Ping finally ejaculated inside An Rou, then withdrew his penis. An Rou, her eyes slightly closed, lay panting on the table, waiting for the next round to begin.
But after a while, she found no movement behind her.
Just when An Rou thought it was over, the hands on her body trembled again and caressed her shapely buttocks. Then, the hard and thick penis aimed at the honey hole between her buttocks and once again penetrated An Rou's body.
The person behind her seemed particularly impatient. As soon as the penis entered her vagina, he began to thrust vigorously and urgently. The sound of the flesh hitting each other, "slap slap slap slap slap..." rose and fell, crisp and loud, even more intense than before, as if the man behind her had inexhaustible strength.
And the two hands on her shapely buttocks began to roam over An Rou's delicate body. One hand grasped and tickled her soft, boneless waist, causing An Rou to tremble and twist her waist and hips. The other hand slowly moved forward along her flat and smooth abdomen, caressing all the way to her two round and full breasts.
Perhaps finding the small bodice in the way, the man's hand moved to her smooth, delicate back, gently pulling on the knot of the ribbon. The bodice slowly slipped down.
A pair of full breasts immediately dangled in the air, swaying rhythmically with the thrusting of her buttocks, the two pink nipples at their tips incredibly alluring and tempting.
The man behind her swallowed hard, then reached out and grasped those soft, elastic breasts, beginning to knead and rub them incessantly.
Sometimes he would pinch the tender nipples with two fingers, gently swaying, twisting, or pulling... Such a sensitive area was wantonly violated and teased by that wicked hand, causing An Rou to moan and groan softly, sometimes loudly, sometimes softly.
Seeing the beauty beneath him trembling with pleasure from his penetration, the man chuckled lewdly with satisfaction.
When An Rou heard the man's laughter behind her, she abruptly looked up. What she saw terrified her; one person was missing. The slightly chubby, lewd-looking leader of the Iron Claw Gang, Zhao, was gone.
Panicked, An Rou quickly looked behind her. This time, she felt the world spin.
Good heavens… the man behind her, the man who had been manipulating and toying with her, wasn't Mu Ping, but that lewd-looking leader Zhao whom she found utterly repulsive… How could this be? Why?
…Where is Mu Ping? Where did he go? Looking to her side, she saw Mu Ping sitting asleep in a chair beside her!
"Mmm...you, get away...ah...no...ahhh..." Just as An Rou was about to turn around and push Zhao Bangzhu away, he suddenly increased the speed of his thrusts, and the force was even greater than before, making An Rou's body go limp. She felt numb all over and couldn't muster any strength. She could only continue to lie weakly on the edge of the table, letting Zhao Bangzhu pound on her snowy buttocks like a storm.
"Miss Ye, Fairy Ye, is my endowment pretty good? Is it very comfortable? If it is, then scream loudly, hehe..." Zhao Bangzhu continued to fuck An Rou while teasing her with filthy words.
"Shut up!...Don't say anymore...ahhh...mmm..." An Rou just opened her mouth to retort, but it quickly turned into a series of moans.
"Fairy, you still dare to be stubborn? My Iron Claw Gang practices claw techniques, so our hand skills are naturally quite good. I'll show you a trick."
With that, he reached out and grabbed An Rou's arm, lifting her up. Her two snow-white breasts immediately stood erect and bounced up and down.
Gang Leader Zhao stretched out his hands, passing them under An Rou's armpits, and began to knead her breasts. Sometimes he would squeeze hard, his fingers digging deep into her breasts; sometimes he would trace circles on her areolas with his fingertips; sometimes he would rub his palms against her nipples repeatedly; sometimes he would pinch her nipples and skillfully tease and flirt with them... An Rou felt an unusual tingling and itching sensation in her chest, and her desire was rising. So she twisted her upper body, trying to escape those two devilish hands, but no matter how she twisted, her breasts remained firmly held in Gang Leader Zhao's palms.
"No...don't touch there...uh...let go...mmm..." "Forgive my ignorance, but I don't know where you mean, Fairy?" Chief Zhao deliberately pressed.
"It's...it's my chest...mmm..." An Rou replied helplessly.
"Alright, I promise you, Fairy."
With that, he moved his hands away from her chest, and An Rou slumped weakly against the edge of the table again. With one hand free, Chief Zhao began to misbehave, slapping her snow-white, pert buttocks.
An Rou had just breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly heard a crisp slap, followed by a burning pain in her buttocks.
"Ah! You..." An Rou trembled with anger, unable to speak.
This time, Chief Zhao ignored An Rou, instead holding her slender waist with one hand while continuing to slap her snow-white buttocks with the other. At the same time, his hips surged forward, ramming into An Rou's buttocks with the fastest and most powerful speed and force. His penis moved in and out of her tender honey hole at an almost exaggerated frequency... An Rou felt like she was going crazy. On one hand, her buttocks were burning with pain, and on the other hand, the pleasure that was about to reach its peak in her vagina spread throughout her body, engulfing her mind...
"Ahhhhh... Slow... Slow down... Mmm... Too hard... Mmm... It's going to break... Stop... Ahhhh... Mmm..."
An Rou's head was raised high, her head swaying from side to side, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her eyes full of seductive charm. Her delicate body trembled incessantly, her slender waist and pert buttocks twisting from side to side, rising and falling... "Miss Ye... Is... it comfortable?" Chief Zhao was also a little out of breath at this moment, but he still asked persistently.
"Ahhh...no...mmm...so good...ahm..." Because An Rou loathed this man, despite her body wanting to say "so good," she stubbornly uttered "no." But was she actually saying "uncomfortable" or "comfortable"? Even An Rou herself couldn't tell.
It didn't matter to An Rou anymore, because at that moment, she had climaxed... Despite her loathing of this Zhao Gang Leader, she couldn't deny that he had fucked her until she was trembling with pleasure, experiencing ecstasy, until she finally couldn't control herself and climaxed...
"Haha...hahaha...finally...finally fucked the fairy so good...uhm..." When Zhao Gang Leader vaguely heard An Rou say the word "so good," and saw the spray of her juices from her buttocks, he was incredibly excited and satisfied. He instantly convulsed, then ejaculated a large amount of semen inside An Rou.
Time seemed to stop at that moment. Zhao Gang Leader stood motionless behind An Rou, seemingly recovering his strength, waiting for the next round of attack. An Rou remained slumped over the edge of the table, panting heavily.
After a brief rest, she regained some strength. Suddenly, she stood up, her gaze icy cold, her face contorted with shame and anger. She abruptly raised her hand and struck Zhao, the gang leader, in the chest. Zhao
's martial arts skills were far inferior to An Rou's, and caught off guard, he was knocked to the ground by her blow. A trickle of blood immediately escaped from the corner of his mouth, indicating he had suffered a serious internal injury.
"You must forget everything that happened today. If you remember even a single thing, or dare to utter a single word, I will personally kill you."
An Rou exuded a murderous aura, then warned Chief Zhao while picking up her clothes from the ground and putting them on.
Chief Zhao, sensing An Rou's killing intent, trembled with fear and could only nod repeatedly, terrified that An Rou might kill him in a fit of rage.
Chief Zhao was also surprised by his own behavior that day. Although he was lecherous, he wouldn't be so bold as to violate the master's fiancée in the Alliance Leader's mansion. Moreover, he had clearly been drunk and asleep, yet he had inexplicably woken up and, as if possessed, had taken advantage of the fairy before him. What was even stranger was that his virility was far greater than usual; his penis seemed unusually thick and long, and lasted much longer than before.
"Get out! Don't let me see you again!" An Rou was both angry and ashamed; she really didn't want to see this man again and wished he would disappear immediately.
Upon hearing this, Chief Zhao hurriedly grabbed his trousers and pulled them up. If Mu Ping found out about this, he would certainly not forgive him. Although the unusual events of the day had puzzled him greatly, he couldn't afford to think about it now. He should leave this place first. He hoped that Fairy Ye wouldn't tell Mu Ping about this, and that she would keep it a secret, after all, this matter concerned her innocence... Thus, Chief Zhao left the Alliance Leader's Mansion in a panic, with a mixture of fear, excitement, and lingering satisfaction.
More than half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
In the great mountain range hundreds of miles east of Luoshui City, a young man dragged his weary body, walking slowly among the misty mountains.
This man was Yu Wenming. Although he knew the general direction of Hanyue Palace, he didn't know its exact location, and he also had to constantly evade Mu Ping's pursuit, so it took him more than half a month to find the location of Hanyue Palace.
A hundred meters in front of him, on a small, towering mountain peak, lay the location of Hanyue Palace.
After resting for an hour to recover his strength, he leaped up the cliff face, attempting to reach the summit.
However, halfway up, an overwhelming sense of oppression washed over him, causing Yu Wenming to plummet uncontrollably. Fortunately, his lightness skill was not bad; just before reaching the ground, he used the cliff face for leverage, landing gently.
Yu Wenming was shocked; the oppressive force was simply too strong for him to resist. He
had no choice but to abandon his climb. Then, channeling his inner energy, he called out towards the summit, "Junior Yu Wenming greets Senior."
His voice, imbued with inner strength, echoed through the mountains, but there was no response from the summit.
Yu Wenming called again, "Junior has urgent business to discuss with Senior, concerning Miss An Rou." After a long while, there was still no response. Yu Wenming wondered if the Palace Master of Hanyue Palace was not in the palace.
Unwilling to give up, he called several more times, but still received no reply.
Just as Yu Wenming was about to leave in despair, he suddenly remembered the oppressive feeling, which was extremely similar to the internal energy of the Cold Moon Profound Art.
So he activated the first level of the Cold Moon Profound Art and leaped upwards again, flying nervously all the way. The oppressive feeling he had just experienced was so powerful that it instilled fear in his heart, making him extremely tense.
However, Yu Wenming soon showed joy; the oppressive feeling had indeed disappeared. It seemed that only those who had cultivated the Cold Moon Profound Art could leap upwards without hindrance.
Upon reaching the summit, he saw a vast white palace. Yu Wenming wandered around for a while but found it deserted.
Just then, a white light flashed from behind the palace, followed by a vast and holy aura spreading out. Fortunately, this aura was not aggressive, but Yu Wenming was still terrified.
He followed the direction of the aura, and the closer he got to the back of the palace, the stronger the holy aura became.
Finally, a hundred meters behind the palace, he spotted a white figure. The figure seemed to be sitting on a stone platform extending over a cliff.
Yu Wenming continued walking, and when he was about ten zhang away from the white figure, he could finally see its features clearly.
Upon closer inspection, he was instantly captivated, his eyes glued to it, thinking to himself: "Is there such a stunning beauty in the world? Could this be the Palace Master of Hanyue Palace? She looks so young!"
After a moment of stunned silence, Yu Wenming finally came to his senses and continued walking.
Just as he was less than three zhang away from Leng Ningyue, he suddenly bumped into an invisible barrier, which blasted him back more than ten meters.
Yu Wenming fell to the ground in pain.
He called out to Leng Ningyue several times, but she seemed completely oblivious, offering no response whatsoever.
Yu Wenming was utterly bewildered, wondering what was wrong with this white-clad fairy before him, who neither responded nor allowed him to approach her.
As dusk settled and night fell, Yuwen Ming simply sat down on the ground, resting while admiring the breathtakingly beautiful face before him…
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Meanwhile, from the cave in Cuifeng Town, an incomparably powerful sword intent emanated.
Immediately afterward, the ground shook violently, and the entire cave collapsed in an instant, raising a thick cloud of dust.
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At the Alliance Leader's Mansion, Mu Ping, who was in seclusion cultivating the Heavenly Demon Great Art, sensed this vast sword intent and suddenly opened his eyes. For some reason, a faint unease arose in his heart.

【The End】

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