Lady's Beauty

"You go after that Red Maiden. I'll take Black Wolf back first, and also guard the prison to prevent any more prisoners from escaping." Leaving these words, before the Wang brothers could object, Xi Hua Zi stepped forward, hoisted Black Wolf onto his back, and quickly returned to the prison.

The first step of the plan was complete, everything was going according to plan, but how to handle the aftermath was even more crucial.

They absolutely couldn't be allowed to escape so easily, especially Dongfang He, who was the most dangerous and threatening among them.

Carrying Black Wolf, he retraced his steps. Several cells in the prison were wide open; Dongfang He and the others had already escaped separately, their whereabouts unknown.

Xi Hua Zi threw Black Wolf into a cell to prevent him from escaping by releasing the pressure points on his back, then turned and rushed out, searching along the tracks.

There were many footprints on the mountain path. Although the prisoners had escaped, the poison from the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder hadn't been neutralized, limiting their strength, but they had still left behind many clues.

However, the clues were chaotic and confusing, making it difficult for Xi Hua Zi to discern which route the Ghost Doctor had taken. He could only analyze the faintest traces and search for it.

Compared to the Thousand-Year Gentleman and others, Dongfang He had studied pharmacology and poisons for many years and had a stronger resistance to the Ten-Fragrance Softening Powder, making him much more agile. Following this trail, there was a chance of finding him.

Xi Hua Zi followed the clues and eventually spotted a figure in the forest—the Thousand-Faced Gentleman, Bai Hui. He was running quickly, making his way through the woods.

"Trying to pick flowers but getting none will work. Since I've caught you, consider yourself unlucky!" Xi Hua Zi muttered, circulating his inner energy as he leaped forward, striking Bai Hui in the back with a palm strike. The

palm strike, imbued with Xi Hua Zi's full power, sent the Thousand-Faced Gentleman flying several feet forward. Xi Hua Zi followed, raising his hand to deliver another blow.

"Wait, don't kill me, cough cough, don't kill me! I can give you something, I can give you something in return, don't kill me!" Severely injured, the Thousand-Faced Gentleman coughed up blood and managed to say with difficulty.

"Something in return? What kind of something in return?" Xi Hua Zi asked in a savage voice, "If I release you, I will have to bear my master's punishment. I wonder if your reward can offset this punishment." "I can tell you the location of the Disguise and Teleportation Manual I have hidden, and the incantation. As long as you don't kill me, after I leave, I will write down the incantation and put it there for you to retrieve!" Bai Hui quickly gave his method and an address.

However, he did not reveal the incantation along with it. As his greatest trump card, he naturally would not easily reveal it.

After pondering for a moment, Xi Hua Zi said, "You make it sound nice, but why should I believe you? Unless you swallow this specially made poison of mine. The effects will take three days, and I will go to that place two days later to retrieve the incantation book and leave you the antidote!" "Okay, okay, I agree. As soon as I can leave, I'll go and memorize the incantation!" The Thousand-Year Gentleman quickly agreed.

Watching Bai Hui swallow the poison, Xi Hua Zi felt a little relieved. Looking at the dense forest around him, he asked again, "Since I'm letting you go now, I need to find someone else to report back to. Tell me, where did the Ghost Doctor go?" Bai Hui must have escaped with Dongfang He and the others, so he should know the direction they fled in. Xi Hua Zi was also trying his best to see if he could get any clues. At

this critical moment, the Thousand-Faced Gentleman didn't hesitate at all. He immediately pointed to the west side of the forest and said, "As soon as we got out of the prison, I saw him heading west!" West!

Xi Hua Zi silently recited the words twice, then turned and sped eastward into the woods. If his guess was correct, this was the true location!

Dongfang He was quite cunning. He released Qianmian Langjun and the others to pave the way for his escape and create more opportunities.

The west was merely a deliberate opening; the east was his true escape route. Following the eastern mountain path downhill, there would be a small village.

Once out of the village and onto the main road, the land would be flat and open, and he could go anywhere in the world. Moreover, Xi Hua Zi had another reason for this guess:

the Ghost Doctor's Poison Manual! This complete manual, containing the Ghost Doctor's martial arts and poison techniques recorded over the years, was, according to the information he revealed, hidden nearby.

Xi Hua Zi had only obtained a fragment of the manual before; the poison formulas recorded were incomplete, and the Changchun Gong only contained the first four levels of internal energy incantations.

To obtain the complete manual, the key was still to target Dongfang He—that would not change.

He quickly sought a path and gave chase, using his light-footed skills to leave the rocks in his wake. Xi Hua Zi searched diligently, determined to find Dongfang

He. This rapid search was a gamble, a risky undertaking.

The escape of these prisoners was a grave crime, and even with Black Wolf as a scapegoat, they couldn't be entirely spared.

To escape punishment, Xi Hua Zi had to do something more, and Dongfang He's head would serve as proof.

His efforts paid off; Xi Hua Zi finally found Dongfang He at the eastern edge of the forest.

Under a cypress tree so large it would take three people to encircle it, Dongfang He dug out a cloth bag. The fact that he had come here to retrieve something during his escape indicated it was very important.

Without delay, Xi Hua Zi struck Dongfang He with two palm strikes. Sensing something behind him, Dongfang He quickly turned to fight back.

Xi Hua Zi initially thought victory was assured, especially with his sneak attack; he expected to easily defeat Dongfang He. However, the fight quickly escalated to over a hundred moves.

Dongfang He's skill was considerable; he had actually managed to hold his own against Xi Hua Zi in the early stages, a performance that secretly surprised Xi Hua Zi.

The Ghost Doctor was renowned for his dual mastery of medicine and poison, but his martial arts were not particularly refined. The fact that he could still fight Xi Hua Zi for over a hundred moves indicated two things:

firstly, Xi Hua Zi's own martial arts were only third-rate; he couldn't defeat a master, and even against an ordinary opponent, he couldn't guarantee a victory.

Even though Dongfang He wasn't using his most proficient poison, he could still exchange so many blows. Secondly, Dongfang He wasn't poisoned; the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder hadn't taken effect.

Realizing this, Xi Hua Zi grew increasingly enraged, his attacks becoming even more ferocious. Several heavy blows landed on Dongfang He's chest, finally forcing him back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xihua Zi continued his offensive, striking Dongfang He's chest with another palm. Dongfang He was struck again, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Xihua Zi dared not press his advantage and forced his way back.

Dongfang He was a master of both medicine and poison; who could guarantee that his blood didn't contain some kind of rare poison? Xihua Zi was still wary. The older one gets, the more cautious one becomes, and he dared not be careless.

Having dodged the blow, Xihua Zi launched another fierce attack, giving Dongfang He no chance to recover.

If Dongfang He hadn't just escaped from prison and wasn't free of any poison, Xihua Zi wouldn't have dared to attack so aggressively. But now, the opportunity was not to be missed.

After exchanging dozens more blows, Dongfang He was finally struck again. Knowing he was doomed, he calmly uttered his last words.

"I never thought I'd die at your hands. The moment I saw you, I knew you were an ungrateful dog. But so be it!" Dongfang He said bitterly at the end. "I've served the Prince's mansion my whole life, and now the Prince of Ruyang wants to discard me after I've served my purpose. Now, I'm just sending him a vicious dog. The deeper you hide, the fiercer you bite. Hahaha, I'll be watching from below as you devour your master!" After a few more bursts of maniacal laughter, Dongfang He finally fell silent. Xihua Zi didn't dare to be careless and struck his corpse twice from a distance to confirm that he was truly dead before he could relax.

Then he picked up the cloth bag, examined it briefly, and was overjoyed. The complete book of poison techniques was indeed there, along with the Changchun Gong internal energy cultivation method, and many annotations by Dongfang He.

Quickly flipping through the poison manual, Xihua Zi became increasingly pleased. This poison manual was progressive, with many accompanying practice methods, such as the Poison-Repelling Hand, an essential technique for practicing advanced poison techniques.

Turning to the end of the poison manual, Xihua Zi saw Dongfang He's record of the preparation method and countermeasure for the Ten Fragrance Softening Tendon Powder.

This strange poison was presented to Zhao Min by a Western Region monk years ago as a trump card against the Six Major Sects; Xihua Zi had suffered greatly from it back then.

However, its effects still had certain limitations; it was inconvenient, and it had great resistance against targets with advanced internal energy, and its effects were slow.

As the chief physician of the Prince's Palace, Dongfang He had researched and improved it, creating several versions: a colorless and odorless lightweight version and a special version with enhanced effects.

The former is suitable for group attacks against ordinary experts, while the latter can be specifically used against top-tier experts, and when used properly, it can produce miraculous effects. It also records the original and new versions of the antidote.

This discovery overjoyed Xi Hua Zi; with this prescription, he finally had a true way to save his life.

Besides the poison manual, there was also a jade ring in the package, but its significance was unknown, and Xi Hua Zi dared not touch it, preferring to be cautious.

He found a place nearby to hide the poison manual again, then took off his outer garment, wrapped it around Dongfang He's body, and took it back to report.

The reason he didn't directly retrieve the head was that Xi Hua Zi was somewhat worried; Dongfang He was researching rare poisons, and it was possible that his entire body was poisoned, including his blood, which could contain toxins. Xi Hua Zi dared not be careless.

Returning to the prison, the Wang brothers had already returned. After talking with them, Xi Hua Zi learned that Hong Niangzi had escaped, and the two brothers had not caught up with her.

Besides the Thousand-Faced Gentleman and Sikong He whom Xihua Zi encountered, all the other prisoners had escaped.

Of the five prisoners in the heavy prison, only the corpse that Xihua Zi brought back was the one he had brought back. This matter could not be concealed and had to be reported to Princess Zhao Min of the manor.

"They escaped? You were responsible for guarding the heavy prison, and now that the prisoners have escaped, how are you going to take responsibility! Do you have anything else to say?" In the main hall of the manor, Zhao Min, the mistress of the manor and the most beautiful woman in the Great Yuan Dynasty, dressed in a light blue and elegant dress, sat upright in the hall. Her

appearance was as beautiful as a fairy, with a heroic spirit and intelligence that ordinary women did not have, and a touch of girlish innocence, which added to her celestial beauty.

Beside a white porcelain teacup was a snow-white wrist, the porcelain white but the wrist even whiter. The arm slightly raised the teacup, the sleeve slid lightly, revealing a section of snow-white forearm.

She gently brought the teacup to her lips, her delicate pink lips parted slightly, and she sipped the tea with composure, elegance, and beauty, like a stunningly beautiful lady in a painting.

Xi Hua Zi, kneeling below, felt a sudden dryness in his mouth at Zhao Min's simple act of drinking, that glimpse of her snow-white arm. He swallowed hard twice.

A burning desire surged within him, but Xi Hua Zi knew his place and dared not entertain such thoughts.

In terms of status, position, and martial arts, he was utterly incomparable to this high-ranking lady. A single word from Zhao Min could take his life.

Calmly suppressing his inner turmoil, Xi Hua Zi carefully lowered his head. Beside him, the Wang brothers knelt.

Nearby lay two corpses, Black Wolf and Dongfang He. Wang Meng recounted everything that had happened in the prison, now awaiting Zhao Min's questioning and punishment.

Several guards stood on either side of the hall, their eyes gleaming with sharp light, their temples bulging. They were all skilled fighters with considerable internal strength, their imposing presence completely overwhelming Xi Hua Zi and his companions.

The atmosphere was tense, and for a moment, no one spoke. Zhao Min calmly sipped her tea, her beautiful face showing no change in expression, neither joy nor anger.

Sharp-witted and exceptionally intelligent, Xi Hua Zi dared not underestimate his master, who was renowned in the martial world for her beauty and wisdom.

He was anxious, wondering if Zhao Min would discover his plans. Although he had made arrangements, he still couldn't guarantee there wouldn't be any oversights.

Zhao Min gracefully set down her teacup, her beautiful eyes sweeping over the three kneeling figures. She had already made her decision.

The chaos in the prison—one dead and four escaped—seemed perfectly reasonable, but there were many suspicious points.

"Reporting to Master, this time, it was indeed our negligence that allowed Black Wolf to cause this trouble. Whatever punishment you may impose, we are willing to bear it!" Wang Meng replied.

The Wang brothers were of one mind; one speaking was the other's answer. Zhao Min, having received this response, turned her gaze to Xihua Zi.

She vaguely remembered this ugly old Taoist priest; it seemed she had arranged for him to be imprisoned half a month ago, and now, trouble had struck!

It was too much of a coincidence!

"Very well, I always have a clear system of rewards and punishments. Since there's wrongdoing, then punishment must be meted out. Each of you will have two fingers removed and be relegated to menial labor!" Zhao Min gave a signal, and a guard immediately threw a dagger in front of the three men.

Seeing the cold glint of the dagger, Xihua Zi's heart trembled. Two fingers—he hadn't expected such a severe punishment!

Although he had roamed the martial world for many years and suffered countless injuries, chopping off two of his fingers was no easy task.

After a few moments of silence, Xihua Zi steeled his resolve. He remembered the humiliation Zhang Wuji and his son had inflicted upon him, and the pain he was currently enduring!

"Yes, Master! It was my fault for failing in my duties, and I deserve punishment!" Xi Hua Zi kowtowed and agreed, then picked up the dagger and slashed down hard.

A sharp pain shot through him as his ring and little fingers severed. Xi Hua Zi let out a cold snort, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and he couldn't help but let out two painful screams.

After the punishment was completed, a guard came and took him away to the servants' quarters in the backyard, while the Wang brothers continued preparing the punishment.

Xi Hua Zi's short, stout body was comically led away. Zhao Min frowned slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

If he had remained silent, it could have been considered toughness, but after taking action, he clearly showed great pain, which was not the act of a tough guy.

The fact that he directly cut off two of his own fingers meant that there must be a reason for him to do this.

Perhaps he was hiding something, or perhaps he had something bigger in mind, and he didn't want to delay any longer.

Zhao Min's mind raced, and she had already made an analysis. Xi Hua Zi, however, was unaware that Zhao Min had already guessed seven or eight parts of his supposedly meticulous plan.

A menial servant was the lowest-ranking servant in the manor, responsible for various chores.

Xi Hua Zi, once a disciple of the Kunlun Sect, was now reduced to this state; how could he accept it?

However, he could endure it. He had already paid the price of two crippled fingers, so there was nothing he couldn't bear.

Fortunately, the menial servant's room he was assigned to was in a remote corner of the manor, so Xi Hua Zi's practice wouldn't attract too much attention.

Two days had passed, and the pain in his hand had lessened considerably. Xi Hua Zi worked during the day and practiced the Changchun Gong internal energy cultivation at night, and nothing serious happened.

The following evening, after circulating his energy twice, Xi Hua Zi, taking advantage of the darkness, quietly slipped out of the manor via a side path and ran down the mountain.

Today was the appointed time with the Thousand-Faced Gentleman, and Xi Hua Zi wasn't worried about any tricks he might pull; only he could cure the poison in the man's body.

However, just as he was about to descend the mountain path, Xi Hua Zi suddenly stopped, halting his run and practicing a set of Kunlun Palm techniques.

The reason? He had sensed something amiss behind him, and based on his years of experience, he immediately realized he was being watched. A

chill ran down Xi Hua Zi's spine. The person who would send someone to watch him at this time was undoubtedly Princess Zhao Min.

'Has my secret been discovered? Does the princess suspect me?' Xi Hua Zi thought anxiously.

There must be something, something he had overlooked, that Princess Zhao Min had discovered, and that's why she had someone watching him.

Startled, his plan to go to the place mentioned by the Thousand-Faced Gentleman immediately changed. Since he was being watched, he needed to be even more careful.

He couldn't reveal any weaknesses; he had to be extremely cautious!

The princess probably only had a slight suspicion, which was why she had someone watching him. If she were truly certain, she could simply eliminate him.

"So, this isn't a hopeless situation yet. As long as I'm careful and don't reveal any weaknesses, the princess won't do anything to me!" Xi Hua Zi thought to himself.

He practiced a set of fist techniques in the forest, then switched to practicing the Kunlun Sword Technique before returning to his servant's quarters to rest.

The next day, Xi Hua Zi went to work somewhat nervously, his heart pounding with anxiety, worried that someone would come looking for him. Fortunately, everything was peaceful and uneventful.

This reassured Xi Hua Zi that the hidden watcher hadn't found any evidence against him, so he was still safe for the time being.

However, because of this surveillance, his appointment with the Thousand-Faced Gentleman had to be canceled.

Although it was a pity, Xi Hua Zi was also relieved. Luckily, he discovered it in time. If he had only realized something was amiss upon arriving there, there would have been no turning back.

Even if he killed the watcher to silence him, without any reward, the princess would still suspect him, and he would only face death.

Relieved, Xi Hua Zi resumed his normal, peaceful life, working during the day and practicing his martial arts in his spare time. Every two or three days, he would venture out to practice his fist and sword techniques in the forest.

The hidden watcher continued to observe him until, after a month, when it seemed certain there was nothing amiss, he finally left, ceasing his pursuit.

For safety, Xi Hua Zi secretly waited another ten days, making sure no one was watching him anymore, before secretly digging up the poisonous scripture he had buried earlier and quietly bringing it back.

After that, Xi Hua Zi wasn't in a hurry to leave; the time had already been wasted, and a month or two made no difference.

Having memorized the records in the Poison Classic, Xi Hua Zi also began practicing the Poison-Repelling Hand martial art. A poison master must first be able to resist poison, thus becoming immune to all poisons!

During this period of practice, Xi Hua Zi felt his vital energy was stronger than before, and for over a month, he felt an even stronger urge in his lower body.

Every time he practiced the Everlasting Spring Technique, a surge of heat would rush to his lower abdomen, intensifying his desire. Almost every morning he would have an erection, and even the beautiful maids in the manor would sometimes look up in respect.

Coupled with the Qi-Boosting Powder, Xi Hua Zi felt his desire even stronger, a burning lust that he could hardly suppress.

He had reached his limit in practicing the Everlasting Spring Technique, and Xi Hua Zi deduced that he would find it difficult to break through even if he continued practicing like this; he needed an outlet.

That night, after practicing his internal energy again, Xi Hua Zi's desire burned even more intensely, and he leaped out of the manor, intending to descend the mountain and release his pent-up urges.

As long as it wasn't inside the manor and he wasn't discovered, there wouldn't be any problems. Besides, this wasn't the first time Xi Hua Zi had done something like this.

He had done it quite a few times in the past, with two particularly successful experiences where he not only obtained top-tier beauties but also did so without anyone noticing.

However, Xi Hua Zi had always been cautious during his previous nighttime raids, and given his usual image of being reckless and impulsive, no one suspected him.

This time, however, he was blinded by lust and didn't have time for further planning. He could only act first and then decide what to do next.

With a leap, Xi Hua Zi rushed down the mountain, but instead of entering the village below the manor, he continued outwards, traveling several miles in the night until he reached the nearest town, Wu Liu Town.

In the silent night, Xi Hua Zi moved swiftly. Wu Liu Town was just a small town without city walls, so with his light-footed skills, entering smoothly was not difficult.

Upon entering the town, under the cover of night, most of the residents were already asleep. Xi Hua Zi couldn't find his target immediately. After a brief search, he decided to get down to business first.

Number 7, Qingfeng Lane

, Wuliu Town—this was the address Bai Hui, the Thousand-Faced Gentleman, had given him. Although that time had passed, and judging by the effects of the medicine, Bai Hui was long dead, things might still remain even in death. If Bai Hui hadn't destroyed them before his death, they should still be hidden inside the house.

Since he was already there, he couldn't leave empty-handed. Xi Hua Zi leaped over the wall and, following Bai Hui's directions, began searching for the study.

However, at this moment, Xi Hua Zi noticed something amiss!

Bai Hui had said this was an abandoned house he had left behind, which should have been deserted for years, but the house was very tidy!

Someone had lived here recently.

Xi Hua Zi became wary and entered the study, searching the bookshelves for the hidden compartments that should exist.

After fiddling with it for a while, in the dim moonlight, Xi Hua Zi spotted a protruding wooden box on the bookshelf and reached out to grab it.

Suddenly, a soft sound rang out, a sharp sword was drawn, and a chilling aura pierced from behind. Xi Hua Zi, already on guard, dared not be careless and quickly sidestepped.

His sword missed, but the attacker continued his attack, changing his stance and dragging the blade towards Xi Hua Zi's neck.

The sword strike was swift and elegant, revealing a skilled swordsman. Xi Hua Zi could only retreat again, leaning back and flipping to dodge another blow.

Having dodged two strikes, Xi Hua Zi noticed his attacker—a woman in a purple robe, beautiful but with a cold and stern face. However, a hint of fierceness in her brows diminished her beauty.

With a quick glance, Xi Hua Zi sized up the woman in purple. Her appearance was acceptable, and her figure was also quite good; her breasts were not small, her waist was slender, and her legs were long and shapely.

While she couldn't compare to the stunning beauty of Princess Zhao Min, she was still a rare beauty. Compared to Hong Niangzi, she lacked some of her allure but possessed a more ruthless edge—a cold beauty.

Xi Hua Zi had been suppressing his desires for some time, and now he was on the verge of exploding. The sudden appearance of such a beauty reignited his passion. His

gaze towards the beautiful woman now held a hint of ferocity and lust.

"Perfect timing! I've been pent up with desires, and now that you're here, tonight's settled!" Xi Hua Zi thought fiercely.

His mind raced, but his attacks were swift, dodging the fierce beauty's sword strikes one by one, while simultaneously countering with two palm strikes, only to be blocked by her swordplay.

In this rapid exchange, they exchanged several blows. Xi Hua Zi looked at the purple-clad woman's martial arts moves and felt a sense of familiarity. Looking at her face in the moonlight, he also felt a sense of familiarity. After

a few more exchanges, Xi Hua Zi blocked one of the purple-clad woman's attacks with his right hand, using the momentum to step back two paces. He then spoke, "Emei Swordplay, you're an Emei disciple. I remember you. You seem to be... the eldest disciple of the Emei Sect, Ding Minjun!" Xi Hua Zi did have a vague recollection of Ding Minjun, though their last meeting was ten years ago. However, time hadn't left much of a mark on her; she remained beautiful, though slightly more mature.

Hearing the short, stout old Taoist priest announce her identity, Ding Minjun slightly slowed her swordplay, but still held her sword firmly, not letting her guard down.

"The eldest disciple of Emei, that's all in the past. I am Ding Minjun. May I ask your esteemed name, senior?" Ding Minjun greeted him according to the etiquette of the martial world.

Since her identity had been revealed, the other party must also know of the Emei Sect. As one of the six major sects, Ding Minjun was proud of this identity.

"I am Xihua Zi of Kunlun. I have visited your sect before and know of your esteemed name, Miss Ding. I never expected to meet you here today; it is truly an honor," Xihua Zi replied with a bow.

Xihua Zi of the Kunlun Sect had a certain reputation in the martial world. By announcing his name, Xihua Zi wanted Ding Minjun to lower her guard.

Although their exchange had been brief, Xihua Zi had discerned that Ding Minjun's swordsmanship was not bad. Despite being only in her twenties, her swordsmanship was sharp and ruthless, reminiscent of the legendary swordsman Miejue.

In terms of martial arts, Xi Hua Zi didn't possess particularly high talent. In a direct confrontation, he wasn't very confident of winning. If he wasn't certain of defeating Ding Min Jun, then he would have to resort to some underhanded tactics.

"Kunlun Sect, so it's Senior Xi Hua Zi. May I ask how you came to be here, and why you broke into a private residence at night?" Ding Min Jun's hostility lessened slightly, but she still maintained her blocking stance.

As the eldest disciple of the Emei Sect, Ding Min Jun had once boasted that she was the most suitable successor to become the sect leader. This was certainly partly due to her arrogant and conceited personality.

Her martial arts skills and experience in the martial world were also a factor. In her early years, she had followed Miejue in her adventures, experiencing many trials and tribulations; she was no ordinary novice.

Since failing to seize the sect leader position from Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Min Jun had become disheartened and, fearing Zhou Zhiruo's revenge, had left Emei.

During her travels, Ding Minjun did some good deeds. She even sent a wedding gift to Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Wuji, but the wedding was disrupted when Zhang Wuji ran away, something she couldn't have known.

Later, Ding Minjun arrived in Wuliu Town and happened to encounter the injured and fleeing Bai Hui, the Thousand-Faced Gentleman, whom she then executed.

Seeing Bai Hui searching here before leaving, Ding Minjun guessed that he must have accomplices coming to meet her, so she stayed to wait. Then, Xi Hua Zi appeared.

His identity as a member of the Kunlun Sect surprised Ding Minjun, but it wasn't enough to convince her.

"This is the residence of the infamous villain, the Thousand-Faced Gentleman Bai Hui. Senior Xi Hua Zi, you've come here; could you perhaps be one of his accomplices?" Ding Minjun raised her sword, continuing to press him. Xi Hua Zi silently considered his response, taking a step back and waving his hand in explanation.

This step back was a special technique. In the heat of battle, retreating signifies no ill will, providing the opponent with a safe distance and causing them to lower their guard.

A hasty advance would arouse suspicion, even an attack. Therefore, Xi Hua Zi deliberately created this opening, waiting for Ding Minjun to relax.

"Miss Ding, this is a misunderstanding. Let me explain. Actually, I have a deep grudge against the Thousand-Faced Gentleman. We fought last time, and both of us sustained injuries!" Xi Hua Zi raised his left hand, missing two fingers, and said to Ding Minjun, "This injury on my hand was inflicted by him, but I also injured him. The reason I found this place is because I obtained the address from him." "This address is still there, and there are some incantations written on it. Let me show it to you!" As he spoke, Xi Hua Zi reached into his robes, pulled out a scroll of paper, and handed it to Ding Minjun. Hearing this explanation, Ding Minjun leaned closer to examine it.

With his left hand reaching in, Xi Hua Zi suddenly flicked his right fingers, sending a cloud of white powder flying towards Ding Minjun's face. His left hand swiftly grabbed her wrist.

Startled and flustered, Ding Minjun tried to retreat quickly, but seemed a step too slow; some of the powder was inhaled, and she felt dizzy.

This was just a simple sleeping potion. The Poison Classic recorded numerous drug formulations, and this colorless, odorless, fast-acting potion was one of the simplest.

In terms of effect, it naturally couldn't compare to the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder, but because of its simple formulation and obvious effect, Xi Hua Zi had only been working on it recently.

Sensing danger, Ding Minjun quickly tried to retreat. Her opponent had used such underhanded methods, putting her at a disadvantage; a prolonged fight would be detrimental.

Ding Minjun channeled her inner strength, quickly twirling her sword and slashing at Xi Hua Zi's wrist. But suddenly, her vision blurred, her wrist went limp, and her ever-present sword was disarmed.

The power of Emei martial arts lies in its swordsmanship. Ding Minjun, unarmed, was thrown into disarray. Seeing Xihua Zi approaching again, she dared not linger and turned to flee.

Her reaction was precise, but she had only taken a few steps when she felt a tightness around her collar. Xihua Zi had grabbed her. Ding Minjun had roamed the martial world for many years, but she had never felt such tension. Startled, she struggled. With

a "rip!" Ding Minjun's collar tore open, revealing a patch of snow-white jade back. Ignoring her shame, her anger surged. Knowing she couldn't stay any longer, she rushed forward, trying to escape.

Xihua Zi only caught a strip of cloth, but he wasn't angry. He held it to his nose and inhaled a woman's soft fragrance, his lust intensifying. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the cloth into the air and quickly gave chase.

Ding Minjun hurriedly ran outside, into the courtyard, but Xihua Zi had already caught up. With a series of swift movements, he tore her outer garments away piece by piece, leaving her only with her bodice and breast binder.

Despite her years of experience in the martial world, Ding Minjun, being a woman, was not in a position to remain calm in this situation. The more anxious she became, the more chaotic her movements became.

Seeing Xi Huazi's increasingly unreasonable actions, Ding Minjun knew she could no longer escape. Gritting her teeth, she turned around and resolutely shouted, "Xi Huazi, you call yourself a senior in the martial world, yet you act so outrageously! This is too much! I'll fight you to the death!" As she spoke, she forced herself to stand up straight and assumed a fighting stance, which suited Xi Huazi perfectly. She didn't want to run, which made things easier for him.

Ding Minjun was also a rare beauty. During the fight, Xi Huazi's desire had been completely aroused, and now his lower body was erect, unable to resist the urge to release it.

Xi Huazi laughed loudly and said, "Good! It's best that you don't run away! It saves me the trouble. Tonight, I'll make you bleed!" With that, he suddenly accelerated, his body pressing against Ding Minjun's delicate body like a ghost.

Caught off guard, Ding Minjun was pinned down by Xihua Zi. Looking at his ugly old face, a strong masculine scent assaulted her nostrils, filling her with shock and anger. She screamed, abandoning all semblance of composure, and wildly clawed at Xihua Zi's face.

First drugged, then thrown her sword, and then losing her composure, Ding Minjun was completely under Xihua Zi's control. Facing her chaotic attacks, Xihua Zi deftly blocked, guided, and pressed, subduing her in just a few moves.

With one left hand, he gripped Ding Minjun's wrists and lifted her up, then leaned forward, pressing her slender body tightly against the courtyard wall.

Smelling the alluring fragrance, Xi Huazi felt a surge of pride and desire, thinking his luck was good; he'd been looking for someone to satisfy his lust, and a beautiful woman had conveniently delivered herself to his doorstep.

Judging from her scent and her figure, the experienced Xi Huazi judged that Ding Minjun was likely still a virgin—he'd struck gold!

Ding Minjun lost her composure, kicking wildly, but Xi Huazi's body was between her legs. Her efforts were futile; her kicks only increased the contact between her lower body and Xi Huazi's thighs.

Xi Huazi, now consumed by lust, couldn't resist any longer. Seeing that her movements posed little threat, he stopped resisting and reached for her breasts with his right hand.

Xi Hua Zi reached his large hand inside Ding Min Jun's bodice, groping her. Even through the bodice, there was a unique feel to it—soft and elastic, not large, but with a pleasant shape.

Having not tasted such flesh for years, Ding Min Jun was now in his hands, and he wasn't about to let it slip away easily. Xi Hua Zi's right hand began to vigorously knead her breasts

. A strange sensation surged from her chest; Ding Min Jun could still feel the shameful tickling. She thought of herself as chaste, striving to make a name for herself in the martial arts world, for which she had given her all.

But she never expected to encounter such a scene, such treatment. Was this the retribution she deserved?

Xi Hua Zi ignored Ding Min Jun's self-pity. Seeing her look down, he became excited, forcefully ripping off her bodice and snapping off her bodice, revealing her fair and delicate breasts.

Seeing her upper body completely exposed, Ding Minjun was overwhelmed with shame. Her pride prevented her from facing this, and she immediately averted her gaze, unwilling to look at Xi Huazi's ugly face again.

But the smug Xi Huazi wasn't about to let her off so easily. His right hand kneaded her breasts, and he commented, "Never tried this before, have you? Look at your breasts, not very big. Looks like you haven't made good use of them. Now that you've met me, I'll make sure your little cuties are never idle again." Ding Minjun, proud and arrogant, couldn't bear such humiliation. It was even more shameful than losing the sect leader election. Thinking about what would happen to her if she fell into the hands of this old lecher, a surge of emotion welled up inside her. She stuck out her tongue, intending to commit suicide.

Xi Huazi, quick-witted and agile, wouldn't let his prey slip away. He pinched her mouth shut, preventing her from biting down.

Seeing Ding Minjun's fierce reaction, seemingly determined to resist to the death, Xi Huazi was enraged and sneered, "Want to die?

Not so easy! Today I'm going to have you, and nothing you do will change that!" With that, Xi Huazi suddenly released her, pressing her jaw and the soft tendons in her hands, rendering her powerless to struggle.

Having subdued Ding Minjun, Xi Huazi lewdly said, "Miss Ding, now let me properly serve you. These clothes are in the way, let's take them off first!" With that, Xi Huazi grabbed Ding Minjun's pants and ripped them apart. With several tearing sounds, her outer pants were ripped to shreds, revealing her snow-white legs. Then her underpants were also torn in half, instantly revealing a sparse patch of pubic hair through the tear.

Ding Minjun felt a slight chill in her lower body, feeling both ashamed and anxious. Knowing that she was completely exposed, she kicked even harder, but Xi Huazi held her tightly against his body, rendering her efforts futile.

Taking advantage of this moment, Xi Huazi, already aroused, couldn't resist any longer. Ignoring her kicking and struggling, he pulled out his right hand and tore off his own pants.

In an instant, the enormous, engorged penis, which had been resting and recuperating for years, now even more terrifying and monstrous, was released, brimming with murderous intent. With each struggle of Ding Minjun, it relentlessly rubbed and harassed her entrance… “Don’t struggle, Lady Ding, you can’t escape today. I’m going to have you tonight, no, I’m going to have you forever!” Xi Hua Zi lewdly chuckled. “The place you found for yourself isn’t bad either. From now on, I’ll lock you up here and fuck you every night, guaranteeing you’ll be so turned on you won’t be able to get out of bed the next day!” Ding Minjun struggled a few times, feeling something hard and hot rubbing against her most sensitive spot, poised to break through at any moment.

Although she hadn’t experienced such things, after years of wandering the martial world, she knew what this thing was and what the consequences would be if it happened.

Knowing her pride, Ding Minjun absolutely did not want her most precious possession to be handed over to an old lecherous man old enough to be her grandfather. She would rather die than submit.

At this moment, Ding Minjun felt her jaw and hands loosen, and she could move again. Without thinking, she made a decision: she would bite her tongue again to commit suicide; no one could humiliate her.

However, Xi Hua Zi was prepared for this. This was an opportunity he deliberately gave her. He held his filthy underpants in his hand, and as soon as Ding Minjun opened her mouth, he shoved it in.

Tonight, Xi Hua Zi not only wanted to possess her, but also to break her spirit in the most brutal and humiliating way.

Ding Minjun felt a sudden suffocation; her mouth was stuffed with something fishy and foul. She was furious and tried to pull it out, but her wrist was tightened and grabbed.

Completely helpless, Ding Minjun was like a fish on a chopping board, completely at his mercy.

[The End]

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