Nine Demoness in Distress

The Nine Demonesses rebelled, and the imperial court dispatched numerous female generals to suppress them. Among the Nine Demonesses' subordinates were lucky generals like Fatty Huang Sanling. Huang Sanling used his handsome looks to incite the rebel female generals to betray him, and it was under his instigation that Mo Jianfang joined forces to assassinate the highly skilled Liang Fengying.

************************************************************************************************ Mo Jianfang and Huang Sanling finished their plan and decided to take advantage of the rebel army's provocation and the Huang sisters' campaign to kill Liang Fengying, the commander of the White Horse Female Cavalry. They immediately ordered Huang Sanling to shave, apply makeup, and change into a female soldier's uniform. Surprisingly, he was even more beautiful than Mo Jianfang. Mo Jianfang felt a slight pang of jealousy. She was a straightforward person and didn't usually care much about her appearance, but seeing her lover, a grown man dressed as a woman, more beautiful than her, she finally lost all confidence in her own looks. Enraged, she ordered Huang Sanling to smear mud on her face again.

Mo Jianfang, accompanied by Huang Sanling and about twenty trusted female soldiers, rode swiftly to Liang Fengying's tent. She noticed that the number of female soldiers on guard at the entrance was much smaller than usual due to battles. Her forces far outnumbered Liang Fengying's guards.

Although Liang Fengying's guards were more skilled in martial arts, three or four of her own could easily handle them.

Upon seeing Mo Jianfang, a female soldier stepped forward and said, "Mo Jianfang, why are you in such a panic instead of fighting at the front?"

Mo Jianfang recognized her as He Liqiu, Liang Fengying's personal bodyguard. She and this woman had never gotten along since they were both Liang Fengying's bodyguards. She had been promoted to a commanding officer by Liang Fengying based on military merit, while He Liqiu remained a bodyguard, fueling Mo Jianfang's resentment. He Liqiu had spoken ill of her to Liang Fengying in the past. She snorted and said,

"Important military intelligence to report to the general! Report it quickly!"

He Liqiu said, "Could it be that you couldn't defeat the witch army and ran back crying? The general has been unwell for days and is resting in his tent. Just tell me what's wrong."

Mo Jianfang was furious and wanted to draw her sword to kill He Liqiu, but killing He Liqiu was not difficult. If Liang Fengying inside was on guard, it would be extremely difficult to assassinate her with her martial arts skills. She could only shout, "He Liqiu! What rank are you? The military situation at the front is urgent. If we miss the mission, can you bear the consequences?" He Liqiu was about to retort when Liang Fengying's voice came from inside the tent: "Is that Jianfang outside? Come in."

Mo Jianfang glared at He Liqiu and was about to go in. He Liqiu stretched out her hand and said, "Give it to me." Mo Jianfang was stunned. Only then did she remember that weapons were not allowed in the central command tent. Today, she was so eager to rebel that she had forgotten this. Helpless, she had no choice but to unfasten her sword, tossing it casually to Huang Sanling with a wink, saying, "Xiaoling, keep a close eye on the young lady's sword, don't let anyone steal it." With that, she ignored He Liqiu and strode into the central command tent.

The central command tent was divided into an outer tent and a sleeping tent. Entering Liang Fengying's sleeping tent, Mo Jianfang secretly rejoiced that she hadn't acted rashly earlier. There were four female guards inside. If she had made a move earlier, these four women, protecting Liang Fengying, would have made the outcome uncertain.

Liang Fengying had been constantly harassed by the anti-rebel camp these past few days, engaged in continuous battles, and suffered from acclimatization issues, leading to illness and several days of high fever. She had been bedridden and recuperating. Today, the anti-rebel camp had come to provoke her again. Although she had sent the Huang sisters to meet the enemy, she was still worried and forced herself to get up to go and provide support. At this moment, she was washing up, wearing only a bodice and a loincloth, sitting in front of the dressing table while a female soldier combed her hair. Hearing that Mo Jianfang had urgent military intelligence, he immediately summoned her to report.

Mo Jianfang said, "Reporting to the General, my scouts have just reported that a large amount of enemy supplies has been spotted ten miles away, estimated to be over a thousand men. Their banners are unclear, and we do not know who their commander is. They are currently moving towards the rebel camp. I am responsible for guarding the camp and dare not make a decision on my own. I request the General's decision." Liang Fengying was overjoyed upon hearing this, thinking, "Excellent! I was just worried about how to annihilate the rebel camp. Now it seems that Zhu Pangzi is short of supplies, and this force must be delivering supplies to him. Once I burn these supplies, how can I not destroy the rebel camp!" She immediately sent three personal guards with her token to gather the three battalions, requiring them to assemble within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

With the enemy's defeat imminent and the revenge within reach, a blush of excitement appeared on Liang Fengying's pale face, which had been clouded by illness. She stood up excitedly, but unexpectedly, she stood up too quickly, felt dizzy, and her legs gave way, causing her to stumble and fall to her knees.

The female soldier who had been combing her hair cried out and rushed to help her up, but Mo Jianfang was quick and helped Liang Fengying up and back to her seat. Seeing Liang Fengying so weak, Mo Jianfang was secretly pleased, gaining another advantage for her later actions. She glared at the female soldier and feigned a scolding, "How do you serve the general? Do you want to die?"

The female soldier was already frightened by Liang Fengying's fall, and Mo Jianfang's words frightened her even more, causing tears to stream down her face. Liang Fengying said, "I'm just weak, it's nothing serious. I'll be fine after a rest." Mo Jianfang feigned concern, "General, you're still unwell, I should go instead." Liang Fengying shook her head, "I'm at ease with you going, but the camp needs someone to guard it. Besides, we don't know who the commander of the supply train is. If it's one of the witches, I can't let my good sister die in vain." Hearing this, Mo Jianfang felt a slight warmth in her heart, remembering how good Liang Fengying had been to her over the years, and how her rebellion was all for that nemesis Huang Sanling. She couldn't bring herself to do it. But then she thought, she had already lied about the military situation, and if she didn't act now, the consequences would be dire if it was exposed later. It was a case of no turning back now, she had no choice but to go all the way. She hardened her heart and shouted at the female soldier, "Hurry up and prepare the general's horse! Look at you, so clumsy!" Turning to Liang Fengying, she said, "Miss, let me help you put on your armor. It's been a long time since I've served you."

Liang Fengying didn't suspect anything, only thinking that Mo Jianfang was trying to excuse the female soldier who had made a mistake. Although she was strict in disciplining her troops, she was usually lenient with her subordinates, so she immediately told the female soldier to prepare the horse for her. She said to Mo Jianfang, "Alright, bring me my breast wrap first." As she did so, she began to untie her breast wrap. Female generals always wrapped their breasts tightly with several strips of white silk before going into battle, flattening their breasts to prevent them from getting in the way during combat. After having several children, Liang Fengying's breasts not only didn't sag and loosen, but they were even larger than before, like two full moons hanging on her chest. The white silk used by Liang Fengying was also two inches wider and a foot longer than that used by ordinary female generals.

There were no weapons inside the tent. Seeing the female soldier leave, Mo Jianfang had intended to find an excuse to retrieve Liang Fengying's weapon from the outer tent to kill her. Although Liang Fengying appeared weak, Mo Jianfang had followed her for many years and knew of her formidable martial arts skills. She had witnessed Liang Fengying repeatedly turn the tide despite seemingly being severely injured and exhausted, so she dared not be careless. Now, Liang Fengying's request for her to retrieve the white silk binding was exactly what she wanted.

Mo Jianfang picked up Liang Fengying's white silk binding and stretched it firmly in her hand, finding it strong enough. She walked behind Liang Fengying. At this moment, Liang Fengying was busy untying the knots of her breast binding with her hands behind her back, unable to free herself. Mo Jianfang seized the opportunity and quickly looped the white silk around Liang Fengying's slender neck, wrapping it twice and tightening it tightly.

Liang Fengying was caught off guard and suddenly found herself with the silk binding around her neck. Her hands were now behind her back. Mo Jianfang used her knee to push against the back of the chair, pressing Liang Fengying and the chair against the dressing table. Liang Fengying's hands were as if bound behind her back, unable to move, and her high breasts immediately thrust out. Her body twisted desperately, making a "gurgling" sound in her throat.

Mo Jianfang felt that Liang Fengying suddenly had immense strength and would break free from her restraints at any moment. She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to suppress Liang Fengying's struggles, while at the same time forcefully spreading her hands, pulling the white silk ribbon straight. Liang Fengying's gurgling sound immediately stopped. Liang Fengying's delicate body twisted up and down, causing her pair of large breasts to tremble continuously like waves. Liang Fengying's pretty face turned red, and her areolas gradually turned crimson with the continuous trembling of her breasts, and her nipples also became erect. After a while, Liang Fengying's body suddenly relaxed, and she went limp.

Mo Jianfang let out a long sigh and straightened up; her arms had cramped from the exertion. Just then, Liang Fengying's long legs suddenly sprang forward, and a surge of force sent the two of them, along with their chairs, flying backward and crashing into a pillar of the bed curtains, causing a corner of the curtains to collapse.

Mo Jianfang was shocked; she had underestimated Liang Fengying's strength. Fortunately, due to a cramp in her arm, she hadn't been able to loosen her grip on the white silk. Now, in this life-or-death situation, she immediately channeled her inner energy into her arm and tightened the silk again. However, the situation was different now. Before, Liang Fengying had been squeezed and unable to move. Now, Liang Fengying was lying on top of Mo Jianfang, with considerable freedom. Although Liang Fengying's hands were still stuck in the chair back rail, her long legs were free to move. Liang Fengying kicked her legs repeatedly overhead, hoping to hit Mo Jianfang behind her. Mo Jianfang twisted her head back and forth, dodging Liang Fengying's toes. Liang Fengying's toes kicked the chair back repeatedly, sending wood chips flying, and after a few kicks, she broke the crossbar above the chair back.

Seeing that this wasn't working, Mo Jianfang simply flipped over, tightened the white silk in her left hand, and crawled towards the outer tent with Liang Fengying and the chair on her back. At this moment, weapons clashed repeatedly outside the main tent, clearly indicating that a corner of the sleeping tent had collapsed and Huang Sanling had begun his attack. Mo Jianfang knew that she was strong enough to kill He Liqiu and the other female soldiers outside the tent. Therefore, she desperately tried to crawl outside to get help. Besides, Liang Fengying's weapon was still outside the tent. Climbing out would give her a chance to kill Liang Fengying with the weapon.

Liang Fengying kicked several more times, this time hitting her. However, Mo Jianfang was wearing heavy armor. After turning around, Liang Fengying kicked either the beast-like creature on Mo Jianfang's shoulder armor or the back of Mo Jianfang's helmet. Although Liang Fengying's leg skills were good, she wasn't wearing iron-tipped boots. With just her soft, white feet, she couldn't possibly kick through the steel helmet. The impact was also greatly reduced by the helmet. Although it still made Mo Jianfang's head spin, it wouldn't kill her.

Mo Jianfang barely managed to climb to the central command tent. Along the way, she noticed Liang Fengying's kicks becoming lighter and lighter, until after a while, she couldn't lift her legs at all, her two jade-like legs flailing on the ground like fish tails after being pulled ashore. Upon reaching the tent, Mo Jianfang felt a sudden weight on her; Liang Fengying's legs were dragging on the ground, and her body had gone limp.

Mo Jianfang feared Liang Fengying was feigning death again. This time, she held on for a long time before turning around. She saw Liang Fengying's eyes wide open, the whites of her eyes rolling back. Then she smelled a foul odor. Looking closer, she realized Liang Fengying had lost control of her bladder; her white loincloth was soaked with urine.

Mo Jianfang then slowly straightened up. She first straightened the chair, allowing Liang Fengying to remain seated, then tied a knot in the white silk ribbon around Liang Fengying's neck. Only then did she release her almost stiff hands, leap to the weapon rack, draw Liang Fengying's sword, and with a swift backhand, plunge it viciously into Liang Fengying's abdomen. She twisted the sword forcefully, and seeing no reaction from Liang Fengying, she finally believed she was truly dead.

Mo Jianfang withdrew her sword, composed herself, and, hearing the sounds of weapons clashing outside gradually subside, calmly stepped out of the tent. She saw several female soldiers' corpses lying outside. Now only He Liqiu, covered in blood, remained, struggling desperately. Seeing her emerge, He Liqiu knew Liang Fengying was surely doomed. Losing her focus, she was overtaken by Huang Sanling, who slashed her shoulder with his blade, severing her collarbone and cutting diagonally towards her heart. He Liqiu's steel sword fell to the ground.

Her uninjured finger pointed at Mo Jianfang, her mouth opened, but she could no longer speak; the rage in her eyes seemed to want to burn Mo Jianfang to ashes. Mo Jianfang felt guilty and turned away, unable to look at her. Huang Sanling, however, had no such scruples. He drew his sword, and blood instantly stained half of He Liqiu's body. Huang Sanling turned and swung his broadsword in a wide arc, slashing back. With a swift movement, He Liqiu's head fell to the ground. Blood spurted more than three feet high from her severed neck. Her headless corpse stood upright for a moment before collapsing backward.

Mo Jianfang said to Huang Sanling, "Liang Fengying sent out three personal guards to gather her three battalions of guards within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. If the commander doesn't arrive, they might become suspicious. I need to return to my camp immediately to organize the troops. I have killed Liang Fengying. Go and cut off her head, then come and meet me." With that, she led her personal guards, mounted their horses, and galloped towards her camp.

Huang Sanling agreed and turned to enter the central command tent. He saw that the tent was in disarray, but strangely, a broken chair stood in the middle. A woman, her neck bound with a white silk ribbon, slumped in a chair in a strange position.

A horrific wound opened in her abdomen, and a section of intestine, about a foot long, protruded, still writhing.

Huang Sanling approached for a closer look. Although Liang Fengying was a wife and mother, she was well-maintained and appeared to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Her figure and appearance were outstanding. Huang Sanling carefully compared the witches; perhaps their advantage lay in their youth, either with beautiful faces or excellent figures. But someone with a face as beautiful as Liang Fengying's and an excellent figure was rare.

Huang Sanling sighed. It was a pity that such a beauty was now a zombie; he could only kill her and then rape her, unable to enjoy her alive.

Although Mo Jianfang had ordered him to immediately take Liang Fengying's head back to camp, Mo Jianfang wasn't around now, so how could Huang Sanling not take advantage of this opportunity? He threw his steel knife aside, ripped off Liang Fengying's loincloth

, grabbed her slippery intestines, and stuffed them back inside her. Then he wrapped Liang Fengying's stomach with a loincloth, tying it around her waist several times to bandage the wound. He didn't want a bunch of intestines getting in the way when he was doing it.

After bandaging Liang Fengying's abdominal wound, Huang Sanling untied her from the chair. Huang Sanling sat on the chair himself, then placed his hands under Liang Fengying's limp thighs, spread her legs, lifted her up, and aimed it at his already erect penis.

Perhaps because Liang Fengying had only recently died, her vagina was still warm. Even more unexpectedly for Huang Sanling was how tight Liang Fengying's vagina was, gripping his penis tightly, not at all like someone who had given birth to several children. Huang Sanling used his arms to push Liang Fengying's body up and down, rubbing it against his penis. Pleasure surged into his heart like a tide.

That pleasure was unlike anything Huang Sanling had ever experienced before; neither the living nor the dead could give him such an exhilarating feeling. With each thrust, Huang Sanling felt as if he were soaring to the heavens. He closed his eyes, savoring the pleasure, imagining how much greater the sensation would be if Liang Fengying were still alive.

But in this blissful state, Huang Sanling suddenly sensed something was amiss. He had been thrusting for so long, already ejaculating several times, yet his member showed no sign of weakening. And as time passed, he felt that each ejaculation was accompanied by a drain of internal energy. This was something he had never experienced before.

He abruptly opened his eyes and saw Liang Fengying, covered in blood, her starry eyes sparkling, her high breasts heaving—she no longer resembled a corpse. Normally, Huang Sanling would have been terrified and trembled. But now, for some reason, it remained as hard as iron. Only, his internal energy was draining even more rapidly. Huang Sanling tried to push Liang Fengying off him, but his lower body wouldn't obey his commands. His upper body also seemed to have lost all strength.

His arms pressed against Liang Fengying's high, ample breasts, but aside from making her nipples harder, he couldn't budge her at all.

The scene before him nearly made his soul leave his body, but Liang Fengying's heaving chest reminded him that she was still a living, breathing person, not a ghost. Huang Sanling groped around in the mess beside the chair, hoping to find a lifeline. Soon, he found the steel knife he had tossed aside. The knife, which he usually wielded with ease, now seemed to weigh a ton. With all his might, he raised the knife and plunged it into Liang Fengying's breast. The tip of the knife penetrated three-tenths of an inch into her flesh, but could not go any further. He pulled the knife out. A gushe of blood gushed out, flowing down Liang Fengying's deep cleavage, adding another shocking bloodstain to her snow-white flesh.

But Huang Sanling knew it was just a superficial wound, not fatal. And he could no longer lift the knife. With a clang, the steel knife fell from his hand, and his heart sank with it.

But Huang Sanling did not give up. His hands continued to grope, trying to grab various weapons from the ground and throw them at Liang Fengying. But either he couldn't lift them at all, or he would repeat the same situation with the steel knife.

Time flew by, and Huang Sanling's internal energy was nearing depletion. He then found another weapon, which he picked up with difficulty; it was an iron-framed bow. Huang Sanling gave a bitter laugh. What use was a bow without arrows? Even if he could find arrows, he couldn't draw the bow with his current skill. He was about to throw the bow away when Liang Fengying launched her final attack, determined to drain his last drop of internal energy. Liang Fengying leaned down and kissed his lips deeply, her delicate tongue skillfully prying open his teeth and darting inside, freely exploring his mouth. Huang Sanling felt his internal energy surge forth from both his upper and lower body. He desperately guarded his mind, trying not to lose his will. Seeing this, Liang Fengying straightened up and moved her body up and down, causing Huang Sanling to release another torrent of energy. Seeing Huang Sanling's defenses finally crumble, Liang Fengying leaned down again with a mocking smile.

A moment later, Liang Fengying's smile turned to pain. Huang Sanling, for some unknown reason, had a sudden inspiration. Taking advantage of her lowered head and leaning closer, he suddenly looped the bowstring around her jade-like neck and twisted it three times. The bowstring dug deeply into Liang Fengying's fair neck. Liang Fengying's tongue was pulled out. Liang Fengying's downward momentum did not stop. In fact, Huang Sanling didn't have enough strength to stop her, so the two kissed again.

However, this time the situation was completely different. Huang Sanling didn't feel his internal energy draining away. On the contrary, a torrent of internal energy surged into him from Liang Fengying's body through two openings. Huang Sanling's meridians were instantly ached from the surge of internal energy. He quickly channeled the two streams of internal energy into his dantian along his usual circulation route.

Liang Fengying's delicate body trembled as she lay on top of him. With each thrust of Huang Sanling, she experienced an orgasm as if electrocuted. And a massive surge of internal energy would then rush in. Huang Sanling twisted the bow two more times, the bowstring digging deeper into Liang Fengying's neck. Liang Fengying's body became even more sensitive with the tightening of the bowstring. Her internal energy output also increased. Although he didn't understand why this was happening, even a fool would know that Liang Fengying's superb skill was being transferred to him. Huang Sanling now had enough strength to push Liang Fengying away.

But he maintained the contact, constantly thrusting, constantly tightening and loosening the bowstring, constantly entwining his tongue with Liang Fengying's, happily receiving her internal energy and making it his own.

Finally, after a wild tremor, Liang Fengying calmed down, and Huang Sanling no longer felt any internal energy coming from her. He gently pushed, and Liang Fengying's delicate body slid to the ground as if weightless. Huang Sanling took two breaths, channeling the last of his internal energy circulating in his meridians into his dantian. Then he glanced at Liang Fengying.

Liang Fengying lay on her back, limbs outstretched. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent. A small, delicate tongue peeked out from between her alluring red lips. Blood gushed from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth, quickly pooling behind her head. Her chest was no longer heaving. Her proud breasts had ceased their movement. However, her vulva and anus continued to spasm nervously. Her whole body twitched involuntarily from time to time.

From every angle, Liang Fengying was dead. Having learned his lesson, Huang Sanling didn't hesitate this time. He grabbed his steel knife, seized Liang Fengying, and severed her head. Because her heart had stopped beating, and because the bowstring was still wrapped around her neck, not a large amount of blood gushed out when he cut off her head.

Huang Sanling didn't know how lucky he was this time. He didn't know that Liang Fengying's internal energy was cultivated through dual cultivation with Wang Yuanli; he didn't know that if he had immediately severed her head while she was seriously injured and unconscious, she wouldn't have had a chance to wake up; he didn't know that if he hadn't raped Liang Fengying's "corpse," she wouldn't have been able to use him to heal her injuries and absorb his power; he didn't know that if he hadn't happened to touch the bow and put it around Liang Fengying's neck, and if his strength at that moment hadn't been enough to twist the bow, which acted as a screw amplifying the force, he wouldn't have truly strangled her; he didn't know that when Liang Fengying was practicing "absorbing yang to replenish yin," her neck was strangled, causing her internal energy to be blocked and forced to flow to his depleted body, just like water must flow downhill.

But Huang Sanling knew that after absorbing Liang Fengying's life's worth of power, he was no longer the naive man he once was. Even the witches were no longer unattainable.

Huang Sanling put his armor back on. He lifted Liang Fengying's head and licked the tip of her tongue. Amidst loud laughter, he walked out of the central command tent.

[The End]

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