Qin's Prodigy

In the sixth year of the Qin Dynasty's Yuanqi era, a group of lamas clad in robes suddenly stormed into an unnamed mountain village on the western border of the Qin Dynasty
. The village was ruthlessly slaughtered by these vicious assassins, leaving no one alive
—except for a two-year-old child who was fortunate enough to be rescued by a passing master of the Kunlun Sect.

Legend has it that the child, faced with such a tragedy, did not cry out; in fact, his grief far
outweighed his fear. He simply fainted from the overwhelming sorrow, biting his lower lip until it bled
, thus suppressing a single tear.

The future leader of the Kunlun Sect, Xi Banlou, known as "Six Directions of Clouds and Mist," immediately accepted the child as his disciple. As
the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, the fourth largest sect in the land, Xi Banlou was renowned throughout the world for his Qingyun Sword Technique and Qingyun Internal Energy. To
gain his favor was an extraordinary stroke of luck. This child, due to
his extraordinary performance in the village's chaotic arena, was hailed as a genius. Even more miraculously, after regaining consciousness, when
questioned by Xi Banlou, he answered fluently and clearly, identifying himself as Wu Zheng.

The name Wu Zheng, along with Xi Banlou's pseudonym "Yanyun," became famous throughout the land.

It is said that the leader of the Changzhi Sect, the number one sect in the Northern Yan Kingdom in the northwest of Qin, and also the number one sect in the world, sighed
, "What a pity that such a talented young man has been cast into the side sect of Kunlun! A pearl wasted, a pearl wasted!"

Three years after the child entered the sect, Xi Banlou officially took over as the leader of Kunlun. On the same day, guests
gathered atop Kunlun Mountain, martial arts masters assembled, and numerous high-ranking officials of the Qin court sent lavish gifts to congratulate him.

Five-year-old Wu Zheng followed behind his master, reluctantly going through all the tedious formalities.

"This must be Master Xi's beloved disciple, young friend Wu Zheng. He's quite the handsome lad!"

"Master Xi has

such discerning eyes; the disciple he chose must be exceptional!" Amidst the constant stream of flattering words, Wu Zheng tried his best to maintain a smile, but inwardly,
the same cold laugh that had surfaced countless times over the past three years echoed in his mind: Genius, what a load of rubbish! He's clearly just a
guy whose facial nerves have malfunctioned due to panic.

"Zheng'er, bear with it a little longer. Your master's ascension to the position of sect leader is a major event; these formalities can't be neglected
. You'll have to be patient and bear with it. More than half of the people who came up the mountain today are hoping to see you. If you embarrass
yourself, it will be bad for the reputation of Kunlun Mountain." Lin Jin'er, who had brought Wu Zheng back to the mountain three years ago, noticed that Wu Zheng
's smile was becoming increasingly stiff, and his gaze was gradually becoming unfocused and wandering. Guessing that he was already impatient,
she pulled Wu Zheng aside with a pained expression, half-coaxing and half-persuading him.

The delicate fragrance of his young aunt wafted into his nostrils, instantly calming Wu Zheng's agitated mood. Lin Jin'er
half-squatted on the ground, her long silk dress cascading down her feet like lotus leaves. Three years ago, when Wu Zheng came to the mountain,
his young aunt was fourteen, and now she was only seventeen, much younger than him in reality. Yet now
she doted on him like a loving mother. Heaven truly loved to play jokes.

Wu Zheng adopted a profound expression, clasped his hands behind his back, and sighed in a childish voice, "That
's life!"

Lin Jin'er couldn't help but chuckle, but showed little surprise; she was used to his precocious demeanor.
She gently patted Wu Zheng's face and said, "Alright, alright, that's life. Little genius of Kunlun Mountain, hurry up and
live your life!"

Then, she straightened Wu Zheng's clothes and coaxed, "Go quickly, or you'll anger the sect leader and get a beating
. I can't save you then."

Wu Zheng sighed, stealing a glance at his master, who was in the hall exchanging pleasantries with distinguished guests. The look his
master gave him was truly unpleasant. No matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to return to his proper place. His head swaying from side to side, besides displaying a comical, precocious charm, also evoked a sense of desolation
in Lin Jin'er. ◇◇◇ "Imperial... decree... has arrived!" A shrill voice rang out, piercing the eardrums of everyone . A brief commotion erupted in the hall. The arrival of the imperial decree had come without warning; no one had heard a whisper of it . Xi Banlou led the way out of the hall, pulling Wu Zheng along with his left hand, followed by the other guests who filed out. On the platform in front of the hall, an elderly man with white hair and beard, dressed in eunuch's robes, respectfully held a scroll of golden silk, followed by two middle-aged eunuchs. The old eunuch was very old, his frail body seemingly easily blown away by a gust of wind . Just then, two disciples guarding the Kunlun Mountain gate came running up the mountain, panting heavily. These disciples were not weak in martial arts; the Kunlun School was renowned for its lightness skills. The fact that they couldn't keep up with surprised the guests who didn't recognize him. Xi Banlou dared not be negligent and quickly ordered an incense table to be set up, kneeling to receive the order. "By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: For twelve years since my ascension to the throne, I have always sought to gather the wise and talented from across the land to secure the nation. Your Excellency, General of the Martial Guard, the renowned scholar of Kunlun, Xi Banlou, possesses unparalleled martial arts skills and upright character, earning him a long-standing reputation for virtue. Therefore, I hereby bestow upon Xi Banlou the title of General of Valiant Might and Colonel of the Liangzhou Army! So be it!" Wu Zheng, expressionless, knelt beside his master to express his gratitude. Since transmigrating, this was the most unexpected thing for him . The martial artists of this world lacked the haughty, aloof air of the masters in his previous life's martial arts novels. Famous masters all held official positions, and as for a peerless figure like his master, he had long ago been granted the title of General of the Martial Guard. Although he resided in Kunlun and did not serve in the capital, it was merely a nominal position, yet it was enough to demonstrate his prestige. This was precisely what bothered him most. As the senior disciple of the Kunlun Sect, a guy with the reputation of genius, if he didn't abuse his power and instead spent sunny afternoons harassing respectable women with his lackeys, indulging in a life of leisure and idleness, it would be a complete waste of his talents. How could he possibly do such enjoyable things if he ever held an official position ? Besides, becoming an official inevitably meant getting involved in murky affairs, which was certainly not his wish. —Damn it, this world is far more dangerous than my old one. Now that his master has taken over as sect leader, he's immediately been appointed general, a position with real military power. He's heard that the governor of Liangzhou is getting old and will soon retire, taking over both military and political affairs. His master, as a military colonel, will soon be in charge of Liangzhou, becoming a powerful regional governor. But what does this have to do with me? I'm an excellent internist, and I've worked hard for that for twenty years, finally earning a comfortable life for the rest of my days . But then, inexplicably, I was transported to a completely unrelated place. My combined bachelor's and master's degree program has lost its current status.

The support from modern medical equipment came at a significant discount. Away from penicillin and anti-inflammatory pills,
how much skill did he have left?

Thinking of this, he clenched his fist in frustration, then gave a self-deprecating and helpless laugh.

Turning his head to look at the distant horizon, large swirling dark clouds drifted overhead,
obscuring and the earth. Wu Zheng frowned. The world was always unpredictable, just like his own
elusive life?

That worthless… bullshit time travel!

The climate on the plateau was much colder than on the plains.

The majestic Kunlun Mountains, known as the Roof of Asia in another world, were the source of many myths and legends.
In this world, there was no Primordial Celestial Venerable, no Queen Mother of the West, or no Jiang Ziya. However, if one climbs to the mountain pass and looks down,
the magnificent Kunlun Mountains, with their thousands of ravines and snow-capped peaks, resemble a herd of white horses galloping across the clouds, stretching as
far as the eye can see!

The grandeur of Kunlun has not diminished with the difference in the world, only lacking
the embellishment , leaving those from another world feeling a sense of something missing, unable to find a greater sense of belonging.

The Kunlun Sect's territory, of course, does not cover the entire Kunlun Mountains; its headquarters is located at the easternmost part of the mountain range,
not far from Chengdu, the capital of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Time passed, and shortly after the sect leader, Xi Banlou, was appointed Military Commander of Liangzhou by the Emperor, he left the headquarters to
take up his post Liangzhou, spending ten months each year serving the court. His second senior aunt, Lin Ruichen, married
Hu Hao, a remonstrating official of the Great Qin Dynasty, and apart from occasional visits back to the mountain, she spent most of her time away from it. Therefore, the daily
affairs were all entrusted to the couple, Fourth Uncle Gu Bufan and Third Aunt Lu Feiyan.

The hierarchy within Kunlun was based on the time of entry into the sect, and the master was considerably older than his junior brothers and sisters. When Xi Banlou
was renowned throughout the land, Gu Bufan and the others had not yet reached their full martial arts prowess, so they had no time to take on disciples to strengthen the sect's
reputation. —Human selfishness is inherent, and it applies everywhere.

Thus, Wu Zheng became the highest-ranking disciple of this generation!

The title of "genius" spread throughout the land, and the Kunlun Sect acknowledged it, having witnessed the reality of his genius firsthand.
Xi Banlou's martial arts were far superior to his peers, and his powerful influence as a high-ranking official in the Qin Dynasty made his
direct Wu Zheng, the natural choice for being groomed as the future successor of the Kunlun Sect.

Rumors circulated that this child could recite perfectly rhymed poems from the age of three, pestered
his master , and by five had mastered the Kunlun lightness skill "Qingyun Zong" quite well.
He could also climb the towering tree in the center of the main altar in no time, using both hands and feet. The rumors were incredibly exaggerated .

What was the reality? Well, of course, Xi Banlou and Wu Zheng, the two involved, knew best.

Wu Zheng certainly had many amazing feats. —Rumors are always a mixture of truth and falsehood. Even the extremely strict Xi
Banlou had to look at Wu Zheng with new eyes.

"The child suffered a great calamity and has a pitiful background. He's thoughtful and inevitably a bit unruly and disobedient. As long as he doesn't do anything
outrageous , just let him be!"

Xi Banlou's deliberate instructions before leaving made no attempt to hide his high regard for the child prodigy.

There are no secrets in this world; even without telephones or the internet, gossip spreads just as
quickly and widely. Far to the north, in the Northern Yan, and in the east, in the prosperous Dynasty, Wu Zheng's name resounded. People loved
to talk about such a genius, hoping to have a son of his own, or
to be as lucky as Xi Banlou, finding a gifted disciple by the roadside. The hearts of parents are
the same everywhere, no matter the world.

The genius's childhood was much happier than in his previous life. He was orphaned, but had a
strict master like a father, a kind junior master like a mother, and a group of childhood playmates who adored him. They were much kinder
than the orphanage aunts.

Two years after arriving on the mountain, many children, both young and old, joined him. Kunlun treated Wu Zheng
differently , but was extremely strict with the other disciples. As the eldest disciple, Wu Zheng naturally became the king of the children.

In this world, the meaning of "eldest disciple" was different from Wu Zheng's "senior" in his previous life! The main reason why junior students
can't compete with senior students is the difference in strength due to physical development; in short, they
can't win. The traditional concept of hierarchy has faded considerably.

However, in this world, the distinction between senior and junior students is very strict, a sacred and inviolable matter of
respect ! To disregard hierarchy is tantamount to betraying one's master and ancestors; even if a child is ignorant, a severe beating is
inevitable.

The saying "He who steals a needle as a child will steal gold as an adult" applies here: "He who disrespects his elders as a child will disrespect the emperor as an adult. "
Disrespecting the emperor is punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family!

"Yang Yizhi! Come here, come here quickly." Wu Zheng leaned weakly against a sloping stone slab,
waving to his third junior brother.

Hearing his senior brother's call, the burly Yang Yizhi immediately put down the stone block he was holding and ran over
eagerly . His muscular physique jiggled in the wind; at only eleven years old, he had already achieved such a physique, making Wu Zheng
wonder what kind of monster this kid would become after he fully developed.

"What are your orders, Senior Brother? I'll take care of it for you right away."

The word "take care of it" came out of Wu Zheng's mouth. Yang Yizhi thought: With Senior Brother's eloquent and erudite knowledge,
how could ordinary people like us possibly fathom it? The profound meaning and enduring charm of the word "take care of it" were unmatched by any
other word. From then on, it became his catchphrase!

In the sect, besides Senior Brother Wu Zheng and Second Senior Brother Dai Zhijie, Yang Yizhi, the third-ranking disciple, was considered the most senior. When the group of
children quarreled, his loud voice often blared about "taking care of it"!

Nine-year-old Wu Zheng, watching his junior brother, two years older than him, enjoying himself immensely, grinned. "
When did I become a mafia boss?" He pointed to his calf, and without needing to be told, Yang Yizhi understood and
began massaging it with moderate pressure.

Wu Zheng let out a satisfied breath and glanced at the cliff he had just climbed!

A few small trees sparsely sprouted from the cliff face, shivering helplessly in the mountain
wind . Irregularly protruding rocks were the few footholds, polished and translucent from the repeated climbs and footsteps of his predecessors. The cliff was called Qingyun Cliff, and throughout history, countless masters of light-body skills, renowned for their Qingyun leaps
, had emerged from here .

Starting tomorrow, he would no longer be the esteemed senior disciple. This secluded courtyard beside Qingyun Cliff
would be his place of cultivation. Was this choice right or a grave mistake? ... He suddenly
frowned , recalling that night four years ago.

The middle-aged man had coldly stared at him, "It's best to train, but you have to!" His words left
no room for negotiation.

Wu Zheng glared resentfully at the middle-aged man—Xi Banlou, the Kunlun Sect Leader who had forcibly taken him as a disciple—and
shook his head just as resolutely. What a joke!
What What would be the point of playing then?!

"Hmph, how can someone with such a coward achieve anything great? Do you still want revenge?" Xi Banlou's eyes flashed with
disdain and disappointment.

Wu Zheng was speechless. He couldn't very well say that he didn't know any of the people who died that day, could he? That would be too shocking!

Xi Banlou stopped speaking and thrust his right hand forward.

This seemingly simple thrust was already the forty-eighth attempt. Wu Zheng had also used forty-eight different methods.
This time, he lowered his shoulders, tucked his head, and rolled on the ground, but halfway through, he felt his body lighten and lift off the ground. The forty
-eighth thrust still hadn't been successful!

Xi Banlou, like a wisp of smoke, leaped off the ground and soared towards the treetop, completely defying the conventional
physics ! With just a few pushes here and a grab there, he reached a branch nearly ten meters above the ground. Finding a branch
to put Wu Zheng down, he flipped over, spread his arms, and landed like a powerful eagle, without a word.

Clinging to the high tree, Wu Zheng cursed inwardly! He remembered reading in his previous life that ninety percent of men
suffered from acrophobia. A feeling of terror welled up inside him, and he clung tightly to the branch in front of him,
afraid to move.

"I've told you everything, figure out how to get down yourself!" The middle-aged man's cold voice came from under the tree,
devoid of any emotion.

A curse was about to escape his lips, but he swallowed it back down. He had no doubt that if he uttered the curse, Xi Banlou
would give him a sound beating without mercy. Not for any other reason than insulting his master or his master's ancestors—that reason
alone was enough. He could only blame his bad luck, inexplicably transmigrating and inexplicably becoming someone else's
disciple. "I... I didn't want to be your disciple! How can you force me like this?! Is there no human rights?"

Amidst his wild thoughts, Wu Zheng clearly knew that this world had no human rights, no compulsory education,
and no charitable institutions like orphanages. Becoming the middle-aged man's disciple was actually a huge advantage for him.
At least in the prestigious Kunlun Sect, he was guaranteed a life of comfort and plenty of opportunities to rise above others in the future.
Compared to his miserable childhood in his previous life, he was already much happier. What Wu Zheng found most unacceptable was that after more than twenty
years of diligent study, he hadn't reaped the rewards! It was like someone who had practiced martial arts for over twenty years and finally
mastered it , only to be inexplicably shot in the head by a heavy sniper rifle the moment they descended the mountain. How unfair,
how unjust, how frustrating!

Despite these thoughts, Wu Zheng refused to move an inch. The middle-aged man climbed down from the tree and found a spot
to meditate practice his inner energy.

The two, one above the other, each went their own way, facing each other. A crescent moon leaped over the mountain peak and soared into the mid-sky!
When the moon set again, the stars faded, and a red sun dispelled the damp chill and chased away
the silence of the night.

The rooster crowed three times, and Xi Banlou finally stopped his practice, stood up, and let out a heavy groan. Glancing up at the tree, he saw that
Wu Zheng was already exhausted. A five-year-old child had spent the entire night in the tree; it was truly pitiful. Fortunately, his willpower
was exceptionally strong; his experience as an orphan in his previous life had been a tremendous tempering of his will.

A hint of appreciation and surprise flickered in the usually cold eyes of Master Xi.

This child was indeed extraordinary!

Wu Zheng hung in the tree all night, feeling as if each second was an eternity! He wasn't inflexible; after all, he had spent three years in this
world , and no matter how unhappy or resentful he was, he had to accept his fate. Especially towards the Kunlun Sect, who had been like a second life to him,
he still felt a deep affection. People with pitiful pasts often share a common trait: they are always particularly attached to those who have shown them
kindness.

Wu Zheng had already considered Kunlun his home! Although his sense of belonging wasn't yet very strong, it was still his home.

But accepting fate didn't equate to having enough courage!

Imagine someone hanging you on a branch three stories high, telling you that by doing this and that you could safely,
gracefully , and elegantly land on the ground. What would you do?

Human nature and instincts are formed through long-term sensory perception and passed down to the next generation through
genetic memory. For example, babies know to nurse from birth, and aside from a few
intellectually disabled individuals, most people know how to reproduce without being taught.

Having witnessed countless legendary heroes, generations have passed down a
fundamental understanding: humans are capable of these things—if you have the method. This is a basic concept formed through long-term
accumulation , even becoming part of our genes. Therefore, when these methods, the
martial arts techniques of various schools, are placed before them, they feel only excitement and an urgent
desire .

Wu Zheng, however, has no innate talent for martial arts! For three years, he has been on the mountain, and whenever he sees his master, uncles, and aunts
wielding their swords with a dazzling azure light, flying before him like dragons soaring through the sky, like
wild in the darkness, he always feels a sense of unreality. —This is so contrary to the sacred and inviolable
laws of Newton and the norms of physics in my heart. Compared to other things, the concept of "science" had a significantly
greater Perhaps this was a kind of genetic inheritance?

Yes, I am from another world. What you can do, I may not be able to do.

Practicing martial arts for self-defense is naturally excellent, but it's not worth it if it leads to death.

No one in this world understands Wu Zheng, not even himself.

I don't even know if I can do it, yet you, Xi Banlou, are so sure I can? Bullshit!

He had recited the lightness skill manual countless times in his mind. How to gather his qi before leaping, how to exert
force , how to maintain balance, how to use momentum—he knew it by heart.

Knowing is one thing, doing is another. The feeling of hanging on the tree was unpleasant, very unpleasant,
unbearable ! Wu Zheng looked at the ground several times, wanting to jump down from the tree, but ultimately couldn't muster the courage. He could only think...
He sighed, wondering why there was such a huge difference between wanting and doing. He wanted to beg for forgiveness, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Just as he was feeling drowsy, a figure flashed before his eyes, and the middle-aged man he disliked appeared. His
stubbornness to turn away, ignoring him. Xi

Banlou, seeing his continued defiance, was both amused and exasperated. What kind of bad habit had he developed? Preferring to spend the whole night in a tree rather than try out some light-body techniques? Hmm, his willpower was excellent, but perhaps he was using it in the wrong place ? Xi Banlou was unmarried, and it was said that he once had a woman he admired, but they ultimately couldn't be together. This was practically a taboo subject within the Kunlun Sect; few dared to speak of it, and those who did stammered and gave vague accounts. However, this didn't prevent him from still possessing tolerance and compassion. Human nature always contains both good and evil; evil thoughts vary greatly, while good thoughts are almost identical. For the first time, Xi Banlou realized he might have a communication barrier with his beloved disciple. Having been groomed as the leader of the Kunlun Sect until his formal appointment, he had always maintained an air of authority and unapproachability—the demeanor of a sect leader . But with this child… Xi Banlou suddenly understood something. Though his tone remained cold, his words revealed a hint of concern and compromise: “Jump down, Master will catch you.” Wu Zheng looked at the middle-aged man with some surprise, a surge of warmth welling up inside him. This man was quite strict , inevitably drawing various criticisms, but he certainly possessed the demeanor of a sect leader—his words were as good as his bond! The change in his gaze naturally didn't escape Xi Banlou's notice. The Kunlun Sect leader nodded to him in encouragement, landing lightly on the ground and raising his arms, clearly saying, “Don't be afraid, Master will catch you.” Even though he was a strange child with the mind of a thirty-year-old, he was still moved. Doesn't everyone need ? This was Wu Zheng's first time using his lightness skill. He didn't know what Xi Banlou had thought before, but Wu Zheng himself was utterly surprised. He knew perfectly well that his reputation as a genius was utter nonsense. He had expected to easily slip and fall, only to be caught by Xi Banlou. But unexpectedly, he did it very well, even perfectly! The small figure gathered his energy, leaped, and floated down, using a few twists and turns to land steadily on the ground. Wu Zheng was stunned for a long time. "Damn, could I really be... a genius?" Xi Banlou had an "I knew it" expression on his face, and then gave the genius a new task suitable for his status and talent : "Very good! Go to Qingyun Cliff tomorrow..." His master's loving instruction didn't last long, as he had to go to Liangzhou to take up his post. Speaking of his fourth uncle, Gu Bufan, and third aunt, Lu Feiyan, who were acting as his master's successor in leading the Kunlun Sect, Wu Zheng always had some inexplicable headaches. Gu Bufan idolized Xi Banlou, and his every move bore a striking resemblance to his master—both were stern and meticulous . Lu Feiyan, on the other hand, was a peerless beauty! Her eyebrows were delicately arched, her phoenix eyes captivating, and beneath her high, straight nose were two petal-like lips curved like crescent moons, her smile sweet and intoxicating. Even more remarkable was her tall, slender, and shapely figure ; her full, round breasts, if not for the tight fabric, would almost burst forth. Yet, the way the fabric stretched taut at her chest made one worry they might burst. Her waist was perfectly proportioned—any less would be too thin, any more would be too plump. And her full, rounded hips, like ripe peaches, created a striking contrast from her chest to her hips. Her long, slender legs were the most striking feature of her body. Her skin was fair and smooth, her ankles rounded, and her long legs moved gracefully with powerful strides, exuding an irresistible sexiness, a captivating charm that combined allure and heroism. The Kunlun Sect was wealthy, yet the sect itself was quite frugal. Of course, Wu Zheng's opinion was: "Your headquarters is so high up, building houses must be a hassle!" Therefore, the residences were small, with two or three houses close together. Even Gu and Lu didn't have their own courtyard—that was a privilege reserved for the sect leader. Their residence was next to Wu Zheng's, and thanks to his status as the current senior disciple, the genius had a single room, albeit small. Gu and Lu certainly didn't receive the same doting affection from Lin Jin'er as she treated him like a son, but it was still quite good. However, there was one thing that caused Wu Zheng great distress—the couple's movements in bed were so unrestrained that even the thick, soundproof walls failed to provide adequate sound insulation. The other houses and courtyards were some distance apart. Perhaps the couple dared to be so unrestrained because of the tiny child living next door? A year had passed since they moved into the courtyard. Five-year-old Wu Zheng lay in bed, listening to the lingering moans from next door. Oh , another sleepless night. He wondered what position Aunt Lu was in now, and how alluringly seductive she was. As a man raised in an information-saturated society, he had a considerable collection of adult videos stored in his mind. While his small body wasn't quite at the level of a fully erect penis, his already mature mind was rife with uncontrollable fantasies. —Heavens, do you really need to play with me like this ? That little white thing down there… it's really hard right now… Chapter Two, Eyes in the Forest, Gleaming Glance : The majestic Qingyun Cliff stood tall, its smooth surface offering few footholds, requiring even the most adept climbers like apes to tread carefully. Wu Zheng had seen countless times the clueless monkeys recklessly climb up, either getting stuck halfway or simply falling to their deaths. The first time he stood at the foot of the cliff, over ten zhang high, looking up at Qingyun Cliff seemingly piercing the clouds, Wu Zheng was terrified , feeling that this was beyond human capability. Fortunately, Xi Banlou, the inner disciple, truly gave him special care, explaining the methods of circulating qi in great detail and making them easy to understand, and always accompanying Wu Zheng during practical training. Wu Zheng slowly and awkwardly climbed to a distance of about ten zhang from the ground, when he saw his master's sleeves flutter as if riding the wind above his head, his hands like a pair of hooks, firmly gripping the slippery cliff face, like an eagle steadily standing on the cliff tip. The title "Six Directions Smoke and Clouds" was truly well-deserved. He often marveled at the incredible physical abilities of humans in this world; perhaps humans in the previous world, before the advent of firearms, could also do this, but he had never seen it before. And now, everything that was happening was vividly unfolding before his eyes. This included Wu Zheng himself, of course. Five-year-old Wu Zheng had been practicing the Kunlun Sect's basic mental cultivation method, the "Initial Heart Technique," for a year. The internal energy that moved within him like a little mouse was beginning to take shape, which was also the reason he was able to land perfectly from the large tree in the courtyard. Qingyun Cliff was certainly much more difficult than the large tree, but for a five-year-old child with the mind of a mature man...

He could still clearly sense the difference. His inner energy flowed throughout his body, giving him an
air of composure. Although his physique limited his movements, making them slow and clumsy, and requiring him to steady himself and regulate his
breathing to continue climbing, all of this was unimaginable in his previous life.

Faced with reality, Wu Zheng devoted himself to cultivating his lightness skill. For survival, superior
lightness skills were the best option. What were Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), Iron Palm Water-Walking, or Divine Speed Transformation? Each one was
a vital asset for survival.

After more than half a year of practice, Wu Zheng could climb halfway up Qingyun Cliff and land safely on his own.
This was an extraordinary achievement anywhere. He didn't relax for a moment, practicing diligently every day. Gu Bufan, who was acting as the head
of Kunlun, secretly nodded in approval. He himself had to admit he had high expectations for Wu Zheng; perhaps Kunlun
's future could be further enhanced?

As night fell, Wu Zheng felt utterly exhausted after completing his final round of training. He had been stuck halfway up the mountain for over a month, making little progress , but today he finally broke through, climbing another half zhang (approximately 3.3 meters). He was now more than 4 zhang (approximately 20 meters) from the summit. Perhaps he would reach the top
soon ? To his teachers, this might not seem like a significant achievement, but for Wu Zheng, the joy was no less than conquering Mount Everest. After dinner and a bath, the starlight in the dark night sky shimmered like a shower of jewels. The Milky Way, like a white ribbon was no different, but Wu Zheng knew he could never return. The courtyard was silent; it was already past midnight. Gu Bufan and Lu Feiyan still hadn't returned, their whereabouts unknown. Wu Zheng lit the oil lamp in the room and began circulating his internal energy in bed. His miraculous internal energy always helped him dispel the fatigue . Tonight, he only planned to circulate his internal energy once—since the couple next door hadn't returned, going to bed early might avoid disturbing them . Children sleep much better, and once asleep, they don't need to be tossing and turning . After circulating his internal energy for a cycle, Wu Zheng's aches and pains disappeared, and his peaceful mind was perfect for falling asleep. He pulled back the covers and lay down, his eyes, which had just closed, fluttering slightly. The wonder of internal energy wasn't just about eliminating fatigue and increasing strength; it also enhanced his hearing, sight, and senses. Wu Zheng hadn't noticed it while he was focused on circulating his internal energy and regulating his breathing, but now, with his internal energy surging, he immediately sensed something was amiss. There was a faint fragrance wafting in the room, like a delicate orchid. An ordinary five-year-old wouldn't notice it, but Wu Zheng immediately recognized it as a woman's unique scent. In the darkness, Wu Zheng slightly opened his eyes, using the starlight outside the window to survey the small house. His solitary life in his previous life had taught him to take care of his own needs from an early age, and these habits, accumulated over thirty years in this life, were ingrained in his bones. Everything was placed in its most familiar position—at its most familiar angle. The room clearly showed signs of being ransacked! On the round table an arm's length from the bed, the copper kettle holding water was tilted to the left—he was used to taking a sip of water from the kettle while still in bed after waking up each day, and before leaving, he would naturally place the refilled kettle in a fixed spot for easy access upon his return. He had left early this morning and only returned now; no matter how he positioned the kettle, the handle wouldn't be tilted to the left—that was definitely not his habit. Not only there, but every corner of the room seemed to have been disturbed. The intruder had clearly been careful enough; a five-year-old child shouldn't have been noticed, yet Wu Zheng wasn't five. Who had been here? Since Wu Zheng was capable of independent living and didn't need care, as a soul with a modern consciousness, he highly valued his privacy. No one was allowed to enter this room without his permission—that was the eldest brother's right. The servants and maids who took care of his daily needs wouldn't violate this rule, and were naturally happy to have some peace and quiet. If the movement of the furnishings was merely an accident, what truly worried Wu Zheng was the lingering fragrance of orchids. From its initial faintness, it had become noticeably stronger, carrying a hint of damp sweat. Though sweet and pleasant, it sent chills down Wu Zheng's spine. Someone was inside! Even more terrifying was the fact that the fragrance clearly emanated from a woman; she had only appeared after Wu Zheng entered, otherwise the fragrance wouldn't have intensified. The night dew was chilly, and the doors and windows of the two small houses were closed. Wu Zheng, having achieved a minor level of internal strength, hadn't noticed anything. One could only imagine the extent of the intruder's martial arts prowess! The only saving grace was that the intruder seemed to have no ill intentions; otherwise, with no one nearby, her martial arts skills would have made any attempt effortless. Perhaps she wasn't after him but had stumbled upon the house by mistake? In any case, Wu Zheng decided to leave this dangerous place. He casually groaned twice, feigning an upset stomach, and rushed outside. "Alas!" A startled cry, tinged with worry, came from the rafters. Wu Zheng had never expected the newcomer to reveal themselves at this moment. The pretense was over; there was no going back. Wu Zheng opened his mouth to shout. A soft, delicate hand covered his mouth from behind. A fragrant breeze wafted by, and the newcomer's voice was low and hoarse, yet it couldn't hide its sharp lilt. It was indeed a woman: "No, no, child... don't be afraid, I mean no harm." Wu Zheng's mind raced. She had leaped down from the rafters so fast that he couldn't even scream. Even if it were Gu Bufan or Lu Feiyan, they might not have been able to do it. Now, having fallen into her hands and lost all initiative, he simply gave up resisting and trembled like a frightened child. The woman turned Wu Zheng around. She was dressed entirely in black, her head and face covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of bright , clear eyes that shimmered with boundless love and regret. "I meant no harm! I'm sorry I startled you." The woman gently patted Wu Zheng's back with her free hand, reiterating her intentions. Her voice was filled with concern as she asked, "Did you catch a chill? Does your stomach hurt?" Wu Zheng calmed himself slightly, shaking his head as if trying to suppress his fear. Even through the black veil covering his face, Wu Zheng could still sense the woman's gentle smile from the corner of her eyes. "I came specifically to find you. This isn't the place to talk; let's go somewhere else." Beneath the veil, he could vaguely see her straight, delicate nose and beautiful lips, like two flower petals . The woman led Wu Zheng silently past the windowpane and headed towards the back of the mountain. In Wu Zheng's memory, unfortunate souls who were captured were usually carried in his hands, or at best, hoisted onto his shoulders. But this woman held him tightly in her arms, like a baby. His small face was cradled by a full, moist breast, its fragrance filling the air; one could easily mistake it for a woman nursing a child. Despite his anxiety and uncertainty about whether the future held fortune or misfortune, Wu Zheng shamelessly got an erection—a blessing he could never have dreamed of in his previous life.

The woman moved effortlessly through houses and over walls, her pair of bright, clear eyes never leaving Wu Zheng, her gaze seemingly
peeling him bare. Wu Zheng even keenly noticed that she tried to kiss him several times, but ultimately restrained herself.

The house was only a mile from the back mountain, and in a short while, the woman entered the woods. After running for a while, seemingly worried
that she had frightened Wu Zheng, she turned back and stopped at the edge of the woods by the open field on the back mountain. The woman looked up briefly, then leaped up and
landed on a thick tree branch: "I really mean no harm. I'll talk for a while and then take you back."

Wu Zheng nodded slightly, his surprise growing: when the woman said "go back," she clearly conveyed a deep
sense of reluctance and longing.

The woman half-crouched among the branches, blending into the night, her arms still tightly embracing Wu Zheng, unwilling to
part . Seeing Wu Zheng nod, she was overjoyed. She had gone to great lengths to infiltrate the Kunlun Sect, all for
this moment . But now, faced with the situation, she didn't know how to speak or what to say.

"What do you want to say? If there's nothing else, could you take me back?" Wu Zheng was reluctant
to leave her full breasts, but the situation was strange, and he wanted to escape as soon as possible. It took a great deal of willpower to say those words.

"I..." The woman stammered, and after a long while, she said with a heavy sigh, "Let me hold you a little longer."

Composing herself, the woman finally cleared her mind and asked about trivial, mundane matters.
Wu answered casually, but he could clearly feel the woman's alternating joy at the good care he had received in Kunlun and
her inexplicable sadness.

"Who are you?" Wu Zheng asked, puzzled.

The woman suddenly covered his mouth and shook her head, signaling him not to speak. They both turned their heads, and through the dense foliage,
they could still see everything in the open field.

Two familiar figures came running from the back mountain; it was Gu Bufan and Lu Feiyan. Halfway up the back mountain was a
platform of about twenty acres, the place where the masters cultivated. The two must have just returned from practicing.

Wu Zheng didn't cry out for help. Judging from the black-clad woman's earlier behavior, she didn't seem to have any ill intentions. Besides, the current
situation maintained a delicate balance; if things escalated, it would inevitably lead to bloodshed and a difficult outcome, and
he would be the most passive one.

The woman became visibly nervous, inwardly blaming herself for her lapse in composure tonight, even choosing a hiding place so carelessly
. Her previously rapid breathing became long, deep, and almost imperceptible. Looking down at Wu Zheng, she saw that although he was a small child
, he was completely calm, not only holding his breath but also displaying an exceptionally composed and calm expression. He even shook his head at her, indicating that he wouldn't
reveal his whereabouts.

The woman couldn't help but feel immense pride: My child is truly extraordinary and different from others. She couldn't help but scold him inwardly: He
clearly only pretended to have a stomachache to escape because he found someone inside! The little devil, he made his mother worry for so long!

The woman hugged Wu Zheng tightly, feeling the most tender moment of her life
. She was reluctant to let go, yet hoped that Gu and Lu wouldn't leave too soon; being able to spend more time with her child was the greatest satisfaction.

Gu and Lu walked side by side, their hurried footsteps barely making a sound on the open meadow,
a testament to their superb lightness of foot.

Lu Feiyan came from a wealthy and powerful family in Jiangzhou, receiving excellent upbringing from a young age. Influenced by her family, she
naturally possessed an aristocratic air in every gesture. After joining the Kunlun Sect at the age of seven, she cultivated both literary and martial arts,
perfectly blending the natural grace of a noblewoman with the demeanor of a martial artist, creating her current stunning beauty that combined charm and heroism.

Wu Zheng had to admit from the bottom of his heart the irresistible charm of this senior aunt. The pink training outfit looked
somewhat rustic, but on her tall and slender figure, it looked perfectly natural. For Lu Feiyan, it was
merely a means of modesty; even the best tailor could only make it look so good.
Just as she always covered herself completely, it couldn't stop others
from fantasizing .

He had imagined countless times what her body looked like under the clothes, but he never imagined he would
fulfill his desire in such an absurd situation.

Perhaps the veiled woman's heart moved the heavens, for Lu Feiyan, after looking around in the open field, suddenly
stopped , causing Gu Bufan to turn around in surprise.

There, on the ankle-high grass, Lu Feiyan stood gracefully with her hands behind her back, her
beauty . The beautiful woman loosened her waistband and unbuttoned her robe, allowing her training clothes
to slip , revealing skin as smooth and delicate as silk.

Under the starlight, she wore only a close-fitting bright red silk undergarment, her breasts standing proudly erect,
distorting the image of mandarin ducks playing in the water on the garment. Their fullness and size made it difficult to conceal the hem of the garment, large swathes of her snow-white
flesh peeking out from the edges, dazzlingly white.

Her back, bound only by a butterfly ribbon, was sculpted with a symmetrical, cliff-like shape, her buttocks round and full like the moon, so
pert they seemed capable of supporting an object. Lu Feiyan wrapped her arms around the ribbon, and the undergarment slipped down her breasts, finally revealing her naked body.

Her pair of full, rounded breasts were shaped like teardrops, their tips erect like infant fingers, proudly pointing upwards. Years of martial arts training had sculpted her
slender waist, which could be grasped with one hand, while also revealing powerfully toned muscles. The drop from her chest to her hips was as
wide as a gourd.

Lu Feiyan tiptoed, her long legs naturally forming a straight line, her two mounds of beautiful flesh
trembling with each step like waves crashing on the shore. One could even vaguely see the lingering sweat from her martial arts practice,
tossed about by her bouncing breasts, a scene of alluring and seductive beauty. Although her lower body was partially obscured by the grass, her interlaced legs were still
breathtakingly long.

Wu Zheng's eyes widened, his deliberately held breath now suffocating.

Having transmigrated from the information age, Wu Zheng was not unfamiliar with stunning beauties, perhaps even
more so than most people in this world. Yet, he was still captivated by the dazzling sight before him. A woman's beauty
is not merely superficial; it is also a complex blend of inner qualities that creates a unique charm.

Lu Feiyan was impeccable in every aspect, from her appearance and inner qualities to her noble lineage. In his previous life, Wu Zheng's world
wasn't devoid of such stunningly beautiful women, but none had ever appeared before him in his lowly state, let alone now, practically naked
before him.

The soft breasts beneath her head trembled slightly, and the veiled woman let out a low moan, a mixture of shame and annoyance. She naturally guessed
Lu Feiyan's thoughts, but the current situation forced her to remain hidden and dared not move rashly. Fortunately, the mountain wind howled,
greatly impairing her hearing; otherwise, that moan might have given away her presence.

"Right here tonight, shall we?" Lu Feiyan's eyes were almost brimming with tears, a blush spreading across her
delicate cheeks. Her impulsive boldness made her incredibly shy, yet she couldn't suppress her curiosity and uncontrollable...
Lust. Like the two hiding in the tree branches, they knew it was extremely indecent to watch, yet they couldn't tear their eyes away.

Gu Bufan's eyes were bloodshot, his firm chest heaving rapidly—an indescribable beauty that no one could resist.
Lu Feiyan had already thrown herself into his arms, their necks entwined in a tender embrace. His face showed not only the difficulty of his forced restraint but also an unspeakable
pain. His beloved wife brought him not only inexhaustible pleasure but also a tremendous burden.

"Perhaps things would be different somewhere else? Let's try, okay?" Lu Feiyan pleaded softly, her voice
like a sob .

The act of making love in the wilderness was unacceptable to the self-disciplined Gu Bufan, yet his wife's pleas made him
reluctant , and her beauty drove him almost mad.

Lu Feiyan writhed like a snake against her husband's body, her breathing growing heavier: "Right here... I...
I've learned something new... I can try it..."

The beautiful woman swayed her hips, her two full, firm breasts rubbing against the man's strong chest. The thick
pubic hair shimmered under the starlight; even in the adult films of his past life, Wu Zheng had never seen
such a sensual body.

With a low, beast-like growl from Gu Bufan, Lu Feiyan unbuttoned her husband's robe and bent down, her
crescent shaped lips parting slightly to take his large, still semi-erect penis into her mouth.

Gu Bufan's eyes blazed with fury; Wu Zheng, with his vast experience, recognized it as a mixture of rage, lust, and
an indescribable mix of emotions.

The acting sect leader's uncle reached out to push her away, but the beautiful aunt remained oblivious.

Lu Feiyan took his penis into her mouth until it was fully inside, then gently pushed it out with the tip of her tongue against the glans. The intoxicating touch
made Gu Bufan's attempt to push her away abruptly halt. Instead, he grabbed Lu
Feiyan

's long black hair and forcefully shoved his penis into her rosy, cherry-red mouth. The black-clad woman holding Wu Zheng trembled violently, clearly shocked. Her breasts, no less impressive than Lu Feiyan's
, heaved, causing Wu Zheng's breath to catch in his throat—even with the body of a five-year-old, Wu Zheng
could still feel the exquisite beauty of the black-clad woman's body. The damp, sweaty scent that had filled the small room returned, sweet and
pleasant.

Suddenly attacked, Lu Feiyan's nose was pressed tightly against her husband's lower abdomen, almost suffocating her, and she let out a painful groan
. Before she could catch her breath, another large hand pinched her breasts hard, the full breasts suddenly
deforming , overflowing from between the fingers.

Gu Bufan, seemingly a novice in this art, instinctively mastered it, his hands gripping his wife's beautiful breasts and thrusting rapidly, treating
her mouth like a hidden valley. He completely ignored the heavy pulling that caused his beloved wife to whimper and weep.

The almost sadistic movements caused Lu Feiyan's breasts to feel as if they were being crushed. She knelt,
her hands gripping her husband's thighs, enduring the discomfort and responding to his demands. Her slender, fragrant tongue
teased and rubbed along his penis, her body relaxed, allowing her husband to brutally take what he wanted.

The needle-like pain in her breasts gradually turned into a tingling numbness. Having endured such brutality before, Lu Feiyan adapted
quickly. That tingling pleasure rapidly transformed into a warm, comforting heat in her lower abdomen, spreading throughout her body.

Her fair skin seemed to be powdered, and her painful moans turned into groans of rising desire. Lu Feiyan
released her hand and moved it to her wide-open crotch, parting the thick pubic hair with two fingers. With a sharp, delicate cry,
her slender middle finger disappeared inside.

Almost simultaneously, the fire in Gu Bufan's eyes turned into unexpected ecstasy. Taking advantage of his pause in his rough actions,
Lu Feiyan spat out the penis in her mouth, exclaiming with delight, "It's done, it's done!" The penis before her was like an angry dragon, exhaling
wisps of hot air, looking ferocious.

Gu Bufan roared and pushed Lu Feiyan down, impatiently bending over like a young boy, his thick
penis pressing against the entrance of her vagina and thrusting in hard.

With a "plop," the vagina, soaked with lustful fluid, spurted out a jet of water under the immense pressure of the foreign object entering.
Lu Feiyan cried out in a soft, pleasurable moan, her wide-open legs suddenly exerting force, her slender waist arching her buttocks high off the ground,
welcoming her husband's brutal invasion. Beyond the allure of her beautiful face, there was also an overwhelming sense of anticipation.

Just as Wu Zheng and the woman in black thought a primal and instinctive act of intercourse was about to begin, everything
abruptly stopped.

Gu Bufan's muscular body trembled violently, a low growl seeming to escape his throat, his eyes bulging
and bloodshot.

Lu Feiyan, burning with desire, received no solace before the act ended. A hint of disappointment flashed across her radiant face, the limp
penis leaving her feeling an indescribable emptiness. She closed her eyes helplessly, her slender fingers exploring her secret place once more.

Her fingers, delicate and long, pressed against her vulva like playing a musical instrument, her index and middle fingers digging deep into the flesh,
her thumb pressing and squeezing the clitoris, while the remaining two fingers teased the itchy area of her perineum.

The scene was both alluring and helpless. Lu Feiyan, masturbating, had her eyes tightly closed and her brows furrowed, letting out
intermittent muffled , whether from dissatisfaction with her husband or from the unbearable pleasure she was experiencing.

Wu Zheng sighed inwardly: so it was a case of marital discord; no wonder his martial uncle's expression was so strange earlier.

Gu Bufan grabbed a belt, stood up expressionlessly, and with a flick of his wrist, the belt lashed like a whip across Lu Feiyan's
breasts, which were only slightly sagging even when she was lying down.

The woman in black suddenly tightened her arms around Wu Zheng, as if the whip had struck her. Wu Zheng glanced at her
and saw her eyes blazing with anger; perhaps she had committed this act of violence out of pity for Lu Feiyan, who was also a woman. She suddenly realized what was happening and
quickly covered Wu Zheng's eyes, fearing that this scene would corrupt the kind-hearted child.

Lu Feiyan's breasts swayed violently from the whipping, like surging waves. Though a shocking
red mark was left on her skin, it quickly returned to its original shape, demonstrating its astonishing elasticity.

Gu Bufan continued, one after another, a belt in his hand moving like a dragon, lashing Lu Feiyan's breasts repeatedly
. Strangely, such heavy blows, whether from the whip-like belt or the lashes against her plump breasts, produced only
a faint sound, almost inaudible.

Wu Zheng glanced at it briefly, but his mind was clear: his martial uncle was using the Windless Sword technique to wield the belt; it sounded silent, yet
the force was immense. How come his martial aunt didn't cry out in pain?

With each lash, Lu Feiyan felt a burning pain that seemed to penetrate to her very bones. The woman in black saw her trembling,
her limbs gradually curling up as she couldn't bear the excruciating pain, yet the soft, numb moans from her mouth were sweet and tender. It seemed that
the pain of the whipping didn't hinder her, but rather aroused the desire within her.

Amidst the continuous soft moans, Gu Bufan's whip strikes became increasingly frequent. Lu Feiyan had shifted from lying on her back to lying on her side, her arms pressed together.
Her jade-like legs were already bent at the knees, drawn up to her chest. The belt not only left red welts on her chest but also repeatedly lashed her round,
high buttocks.

Her trembling body trembled more violently, and the movements of her fingers became wilder. Lu Feiyan's moans gradually shortened,
and her uncontrollable lust was about to erupt. The slight sounds of whipping flesh finally turned into a series of high-pitched screams:
"It's coming...it's coming...harder...harder...ahhhhhh..."

Her serpentine body stopped as if exhausted, leaving only a faint, weak rise and fall. Lu Feiyan struggled to sit up
and said softly to her husband, "This method works. Let's try it again another day." Her crotch was covered in juices,
indescribably lewd, and Lu Feiyan's face showed slight embarrassment.

Her attempt to please him did not bring her husband's tenderness; instead, she received a sharp slap.

Caught off guard, Lu Feiyan instinctively turned her head to dodge, her inner strength activating naturally. A rough hand grazed
her cheek, leaving a stinging finger mark.

Gu Bufan, having missed his attack, angrily cursed, "You harlot! Who taught you such shamelessness?"

Lu Feiyan was stunned, then jumped up, rubbing her swollen cheek, and retorted angrily, "I serve my own husband, who
dares to say I'm wrong?"

Gu Bufan trembled with rage, "A disciple of Kunlun, a daughter-in-law of the Gu family,
acting . And you still dare to talk back?"

Lu Feiyan erupted in grief and indignation, "If you were capable, why would I have to humiliate myself?
Do you think I'm doing this willingly? You're incompetent and yet you blame your wife. Gu, you're truly capable." Her anger transformed into a disdainful sneer, meeting Gu
Bufan's angry and ashamed gaze without flinching. The word "capable" was emphasized, clearly mocking his incompetence and helplessness.

"Whether I'm capable or not is none of a woman's business!" Gu Bufan was speechless and stormed off.

Lu Feiyan coldly watched him run away, silently dressed herself, took two steps forward,
then bent down and burst into tears before wiping away her tears and slowly leaving.

The woman in black, having inadvertently witnessed someone's private life, remained silent with Wu Zheng for a long time.

"They're arguing and fighting. Your uncle is bad; Zheng'er shouldn't imitate him," the woman in black said as calmly as possible.

"How do you know my name is Zheng?" Wu Zheng was extremely suspicious of the woman in black's identity; this question only
fueled . The woman in black's gaze was extremely complex, even flustered. She finally calmed down and forced a lighthearted smile, saying,
"Kunlun's little genius is world-renowned; who doesn't know him?"

Such a perfunctory answer naturally couldn't fool Wu Zheng. Too much had happened tonight; he didn't want to cause any more trouble,
or appear too mature and seem like an oddity.

In the silence, the woman in black hugged Wu Zheng tighter, saying emotionally, "Zheng'er, just know that... I
will never harm you..."

Wu Zheng knew he wouldn't get any answers. "My aunt and uncle have gone back. If they find out I'm not here, there will be trouble. Since you
mean no please take me back to my room and leave quickly."

The woman in black's bright eyes dimmed instantly, and she said reluctantly, "Alright... You must remember, I will
never harm you." She repeated those words again.

"Yes. I believe you."

Receiving Wu Zheng's affirmative answer, the woman in black was overjoyed. "After today's farewell, I will come to see you again in the future.
Five years... seven... sigh..." She lowered her head dejectedly, forcing a smile, "I'll come when I have time."

The woman in black still held Wu Zheng tightly as they returned the way they came. When they reached the small courtyard, she put the child down and said, "Your aunt and
uncle are too powerful. If we go in again, they'll find out. I'm sorry..."

Wu Zheng shook his head to indicate it was alright, waved goodbye to the woman in black, and slowly walked into the house.

The woman in black watched his figure disappear around the corner, then covered her mouth with her hand, unable to hold back her tears any longer, and
ran back towards the back mountain. Only when she was far enough away that no one else was around did she kneel down like a mother beast, howling in anguish.

In the same wilderness, two women of different identities cried out one after the other; fate sometimes is so similar.

The woman in black plunged into the dense forest, pursed her lips and whistled before a precipice, then leaped down the cliff. A
large bird with wingspans of at least two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) swooped down from the night sky, its bluish-gray feathers sharp as steel blades.
The bird flashed through the clouds, landing steadily at the feet of the woman in black, carrying her high into the air.

The woman in black looked back at Kunlun Mountain. Her long, waist-length hair, loosened from her loosened black headscarf, fluttered in
the wind like tassels. Her delicate face was bright and beautiful; compared to Lu Feiyan's alluring and heroic air, it possessed
softer features and a graceful elegance.

Beneath her full forehead lay thick, willow-leaf eyebrows, long lashes like a comb, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that, when calm, resembled a deep, ancient well,
captivating and enchanting. Now, in profound sorrow, her eyes narrowed, like the surface of a lake rippling with clear water, filled with tender affection.

She tightly pursed her petal-like lips, the corners curving upwards, revealing deep dimples, and murmured, "Zheng'er, seeing you
grow , I can finally go about my important business with peace of mind after seeing you once more… If everything goes well, we may meet again…
But… in this lifetime, I fear we may never recognize each other…" Her voice was mournful, heartbreaking to hear…

Wu Zheng waited a moment at the courtyard entrance to confirm his safety, then suddenly roared in fury, "Help! Someone help me!"

He felt no ill will towards the woman in black, even a strange sense of affection and tenderness, but this was not
a reason for him to tolerate being abducted without his knowledge in the heart of his sect.

The clear, childlike voice was easily recognizable, and the entire Kunlun region was alarmed. The first to appear were naturally the Gu and Lu couple from next door
, though Lu Feiyan wore a thin black veil to conceal the red marks on her cheeks.

"Someone broke into my room and kidnapped me to the dense forest behind the mountain..." Wu Zheng, his voice trembling with emotion, recounted the
events , omitting his unintentional spying on the Gu and Lu couple and concealing the identity of the woman in black. He only said
he had fainted at the time and woken up not far from the courtyard.

Gu Bufan was furious. Ignoring the darkness, he ordered the entire mountain to be on alert, instructed Lu Feiyan to take good care of Wu Zheng, and then,
after thoroughly searching the house, hurriedly left.

Lu Feiyan, ever observant, noticed Wu Zheng's unnatural, evasive gaze and the many vague points in his speech. She quickly
pulled Wu Zheng back into the house.

After offering words of comfort, Lu Feiyan got up and poured a cup of hot water, casually asking, "When did you faint?"

Wu Zheng sighed inwardly, knowing he couldn't hide it any longer. Fortunately, the part he concealed concerned Lu Feiyan, so
he wasn't afraid of her investigating further or even spreading the news. He pretended to be ignorant: "The people kidnapped me to the dense forest. My martial uncle and aunt
happened to be passing by after practicing their martial arts..."

Lu Feiyan felt a chill run down her spine, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "You saw us?"

Wu Zheng looked frightened, as if he was still shaken: "I saw them. I even saw my martial uncle and aunt fighting..."

Lu Feiyan hurriedly interrupted, "These are all minor matters, but they are family matters. Zheng'er, you must not tell anyone."

Seeing Wu Zheng nod, she quickly changed the subject, asking, "Why didn't you call out?"

"I dared not. The person who came had my pulse point; I was afraid of being harmed," Wu Zheng replied readily.

Lu Feiyan was in a state of turmoil and agitation, not wanting to continue the conversation. She pulled the quilt back over Wu Zheng's head, saying, "Zheng'er, you
're tired. Get some rest. Your aunt is here to protect you; don't worry. A good night's sleep will make everything alright." She
paused, wondering if a good night's sleep would truly erase all traces of the incident

. Wu Zheng, exhausted from the ordeal, didn't want to say more to Lu Feiyan, fearing that too much talk would lead to trouble. He removed his shoes and socks and
fell asleep immediately…

"Is this the place?" Gu Bufan asked, his face grim as he stared at the cliff the woman in black had jumped off.

The man beside him, with a full beard and extremely imposing stature, was none other than Xi Banlou's fifth junior brother, Yang Yizhi's master, Du
Zhongtian: "It's here! There's no mistake!" He sniffed repeatedly and said decisively, "The person who came was a woman, and the
one who escorted her up and down the mountain was a giant bird. Hmph, ninety percent of the time it's the Royal Night Owl of the Zhu family of Yan Kingdom."

Gu Bufan clenched his fists tightly: "The Twin Eagles guarding the back mountain are about to give birth, and they haven't patrolled recently. This
woman rode the Royal Night Owl to sneak in. Go and find out who tipped them off! If this problem isn't eliminated, Kunlun
will never have peace ."

That night, Kunlun was in turmoil. However, of the five servants responsible for feeding the Twin Eagles, one disappeared without a trace,
and another was found dead in his home, cut in two...

The clues ended there, and Wu Zheng's abduction could only be left unresolved for the time being. However, after that night, the Kunlun Sect
greatly strengthened its patrol forces to prevent any further accidents.

Wu Zheng didn't dwell on the matter, and Kunlun returned to peace, with days passing by.
Since that night, the captivating sounds of passionate lovemaking from the next room had ceased.

The couple, Gu and Lu, remained as respectful as ever. But in Wu Zheng's eyes, their respect was
excessive, like a host and guest separated by an unseen chasm.

Three months later, Lu Feiyan suddenly discovered she was pregnant; it was that night's tryst in the wilderness that had resulted in her pregnancy.
The sect's impending addition to the family was a great joy, and even Gu Bufan's gaze towards his wife softened considerably… After ten months of pregnancy, the baby was born. A loud cry rang out from the delivery room, and Gu Bufan, anxiously waiting

in the front hall with his fellow disciples, suddenly turned pale, showing no joy whatsoever. The midwife rushed over excitedly, bowing and saying, "Congratulations, Mr. Gu, on the birth of your daughter! Mother and daughter are safe and sound. What a beautiful little girl..." Before she could finish her flattering words, Gu Bufan had already turned and left. Lin Jin'er took out some silver to reward the midwife, urging her to hurry and take care of Lu Feiyan. Looking back at her fellow disciples, she felt embarrassed and helpless. Everyone in the sect knew that Gu Bufan had hoped for a boy, so why did Lu Feiyan give birth to a girl...? Since Lu Feiyan became pregnant, Wu Zheng had given up his house and moved to be Lin Jin'er's neighbor, leaving the small courtyard for Gu and Lu. After Lu Feiyan finished her postpartum confinement, Wu Zheng stepped into the old residence again. His aunt was radiant. No one knew what method , but her body, which had just given birth, showed no signs of swelling. On the contrary, her already very proud breasts had become even larger, like ripe melons hanging on a vine, making her breasts even bigger and her hips even rounder. Lu Feiyan held her newborn daughter tightly, reluctant to let go. Her fellow disciples arrived, giggling and playing with the baby. "Congratulations, Senior Brother (Uncle, Senior Aunt) on the birth of your daughter..." "Oh, Senior Sister, this child looks just like you! She'll definitely be as beautiful as you when she grows up." Lin Jin'er took the baby girl also adoring her, cradling her in her arms and gently coaxing, "Have you named her yet?" "Not yet!" Gu Bufan gestured for his disciples to sit down, his tone calm. Wu Zheng's generation of disciples were all children, unable to contain their childlike instincts, and they all gathered around Lin Jin'er, scrutinizing their future junior sister. Wu Zheng leaned closer and saw that although the baby girl was only a month old and hadn't fully developed, she already possessed her mother's charm, a true beauty in the making . Especially striking were her bright, clear eyes, which were curiously looking around. "Naturally beautiful, with a radiant gaze." The phrase popped into Wu Zheng's mind; he felt there was no better description to fit the girl , and couldn't help but blurt it out. Yang Yizhi looked on in awe, giving a thumbs-up and praising, "Senior Brother is truly... well ... um... what's that... so learned... so erudite... a true role model for us all." His burly figure, coupled with his fawning expression, drew a chorus of disgusted eye rolls. "Radiant with life... Radiant with life..." Lu Feiyan repeated, her eyes growing brighter and brighter: "What a beautiful name! Husband, how about we name our child Gu Pan?" Gu Bufan, however, was preoccupied with Wu Zheng's ability to casually utter such elegant and beautiful words, and casually replied, "Very good!" Lu Feiyan beamed with joy, patting Wu Zheng's forehead as a reward, then took the baby girl and affectionately kissed her forehead repeatedly : "Pan'er, Pan'er, my darling Pan'er..." The baby girl giggled from the tickling, her voice as clear as a nightingale's song... [The End]

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