[Fantasy] The New Legend of the Condor Heroes (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 55 Returning to the Central Plains, Guo Jing Injured.

Zhang Wuji and Huang Rong cuddled for a while before getting dressed. Huang Rong, now calmer, realized her martial arts had advanced from mid-first-class to late-first-class. Surprised, she said, "Wuji, my martial arts have improved..."

"Hehe..." Zhang Wuji chuckled, pulling Huang Rong close and kissing her cheek. "This is the dual cultivation technique I practice. If we practice together more, hehe, entering the Innate Realm won't be a problem."

"Hmph..." Huang Rong glared at Zhang Wuji, pinching his arm and spitting, "You're so bad! You actually practice such an evil technique..."

"How could it be evil? This is authentic Taoist dual cultivation." Zhang Wuji said seriously, his hands caressing Huang Rong's lower abdomen, then pulling her tightly into his arms.

"Hmph..." Huang Rong gently twisted her body, giving Zhang Wuji a sidelong glance.

Zhang Wuji lowered his head and kissed Huang Rong's lips again. "Mmm..." Huang Rong's body went limp, letting Zhang Wuji do as he pleased. They kissed for a while longer, until Huang Rong's body was weak and she was panting heavily before he released her.

After a long while, they tidied themselves up, and Zhang Wuji took Huang Rong's hand and said, "Let's go out..."

"Okay..." Now that Zhang Wuji's injuries had fully healed, Huang Rong had no more reservations.

The two left the cave and used their lightness skills to head south. However, to avoid the pursuing Mongols, they traveled along remote roads, but they occasionally encountered some Mongol soldiers, all of whom they killed.

After more than a month, the two finally returned to the vicinity of Xiangyang. During this month, their feelings for each other continued to grow, and Zhang Wuji completely conquered Huang Rong. Looking at Huang Rong's soft, panting appearance, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of excitement and satisfaction.

One evening, Zhang Wuji and Huang Rong arrived at a small town, which was very close to Xiangyang. At their speed of travel, they could reach it in about a day. Entering the inn room, Huang Rong felt a pang of sadness. Returning to Xiangyang, she would be someone else's wife, and there would be no longer any possibility with Zhang Wuji. Thinking of Guo Jing, she

felt a pang of guilt, for she had betrayed him. "Rong'er..." Zhang Wuji understood Huang Rong's thoughts and gently pulled her close.

"Mmm..." Huang Rong leaned against Zhang Wuji, feeling his presence, her heart heavy. She murmured, "Wuji, we can't go on like this when we get back..." Although Huang Rong didn't want to separate from Zhang Wuji, she knew clearly that everything was over and couldn't be continued. If her affair with Zhang Wuji were to become known, not only would she be ostracized in the martial arts world, but even Huang Yaoshi would be ridiculed.

Especially Guo Jing, who was working tirelessly against the Mongols, a cause concerning the fate of the world. If her affair with Zhang Wuji were to become known, who would respect him? Who would obey his orders? The suffering wouldn't be limited to just one family. Moreover, Fu'er liked Zhang Wuji. If Fu'er found out, how could she face her?

"No... I won't let you leave..." Zhang Wuji said firmly, looking at Huang Rong.

"Don't be willful. Let's go back to Xiangyang and return to what we were before. I'm content with just this one month with you..."

"But I'm not satisfied. I want you to stay with me forever..."

Huang Rong felt a surge of joy and emotion upon hearing this, but their relationship would be unacceptable in Xiangyang. Her guilt towards Guo Jing and her daughter forced her to sever ties with Zhang Wuji.

"Rong'er... how about we leave and find a place to live in seclusion..." Zhang Wuji suggested.

Huang Rong was tempted, but it would be too unfair to Guo Jing. After all, she still had deep feelings for him. Now that she had betrayed him, she couldn't bear to disappear as well.

"I want you..." Huang Rong kissed Zhang Wuji's lips, wanting a passionate farewell with him. Seeing Huang Rong's passion, Zhang Wuji embraced her tightly, kissing her cherry lips passionately. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around.

They kissed for a long time before separating, a thin strand of saliva still clinging to their lips, appearing extremely lewd under the oil lamplight. Zhang Wuji carried Huang Rong to the center of the bed and gently undressed her.

Huang Rong's proud, firm, hemispherical breasts trembled up and down, like two water-filled balls being bounced. Her small, delicate pink nipples stood erect, surrounded by perfectly sized pale pink areolas, a sight that stirred the heart. Her full mons pubis was slightly raised, the mysterious valley hidden beneath layers of dark pubic hair, prompting the imagination to wander. Her long, slender legs, more delicate than jade, were incredibly beautiful, and her small, exquisite feet were simply a miracle of creation.

Zhang Wuji bent down and kissed her full breasts, his hands grasping and kneading the soft flesh. His tongue teased Huang Rong's pink and alluring nipples, sucking and even pulling them forcefully, while his hands squeezed them tightly, making them stand high before his mouth, ready for him to lick.

Huang Rong's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving, her head involuntarily swaying from side to side, emitting alluring moans: "Mmm...oh...mmm...oh...ah...no...don't...mmm...mmm...oh..."

After kissing and playing with Huang Rong's breasts for a while, Zhang Wuji slowly kissed downwards, his hands parting Huang Rong's legs, revealing the alluring and mysterious vulva before his eyes. The two small, rosy labia were slightly parted, and by parting those tempting labia, Huang Rong's pink vagina was fully exposed to Zhang Wuji, causing him to let out a muffled groan of excitement. His fingers gently caressed her labia, teasing her clitoris, while another finger probed into her vagina, gently moving in and out.

"Ah...ah...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...go..." As Zhang Wuji's fingers penetrated her, Huang Rong frantically writhed her body, moaning incoherently.

"Ah...ah...coming...ah...I'm going to die...ah...ah..." Huang Rong's body trembled, reaching her first orgasm.

Zhang Wuji withdrew his fingers and knelt between her legs, his penis pressing against her wet vaginal opening. Huang Rong felt a jolt in her heart as the large glans touched her, then shyly closed her eyes.

Zhang Wuji used his left hand to separate Huang Rong's labia, and with his right hand, he pushed his penis inside.

"Ah!" Huang Rong cried out, immediately feeling a huge, hot object enter her vagina, stretching it slowly, a very pleasurable sensation.

Huang Rong's vaginal canal was incredibly tight, tightly gripping Zhang Wuji's penis. Zhang Wuji pulled his glans out slightly, then thrust his hips forward, inserting his nine-inch-long penis into Huang Rong's vagina.

Zhang Wuji slowly began to thrust his penis in and out. Huang Rong's vagina was already overflowing with fluids. His glans repeatedly penetrated Huang Rong's uterus, the warm, moist opening of her cervix like a small mouth holding his large glans. The folds of Huang Rong's vaginal walls rubbed against Zhang Wuji's penis.

Zhang Wuji began to thrust wildly, Huang Rong's breasts swaying up and down like waves in a storm, their heaving flesh looking incredibly lewd. Under this intense visual stimulation, he thrust even harder, while simultaneously reaching out to tightly grasp those two large breasts. Huang Rong's soft breasts were squeezed out of shape, and the sensation made Huang Rong, already immersed in pleasure, cry out even louder: "Wuji...don't stop...don't stop...harder...harder...yes, right there...right there, deeper...deeper..." A lewd smile, unlike anything he had ever seen before, appeared on Huang Rong's face, making Zhang Wuji thrust even more violently, as if he had taken an aphrodisiac.

Zhang Wuji stretched his legs, which were kneeling between Huang Rong's thighs, back, changing to a push-up position as he thrust hard into her gushing vagina. The sounds of their bodies slapping together echoed like splashing water. Huang Rong felt this position allow Zhang Wuji's penis to penetrate even deeper into her vagina; his terrifying glans was now completely inside her uterus. The overwhelming pleasure made Huang Rong involuntarily reach for Zhang Wuji's taut buttocks, her nails digging deep into his muscular flesh as she pressed him towards her deepest point; simultaneously, she desperately thrust her lower body against his large penis.

"I can't...I can't...I'm dying..." After dozens of thrusts, Huang Rong suddenly felt a strong contraction in her uterus. She released her grip and felt warm vaginal fluid gushing out from deep within her womb.

Zhang Wuji continued thrusting without pausing, his penis rapidly moving in and out of Huang Rong's vagina, intensifying her orgasms. "Ah... Wuji... You're killing me... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... So good... Ah... Ah... I'm dying... Ah..."

Soon after, Huang Rong experienced a second orgasm, the two consecutive climaxes leaving her weak and breathless. Zhang Wuji was also close to climaxing, thrusting wildly dozens of times, his penis penetrating deeply into Huang Rong's body. He pressed heavily against her, his penis trembling as he ejaculated thick, hot semen, completely filling Huang Rong's uterus.

Meanwhile, Guo Jing headed north, arriving later than Zhang Wuji. When he reached the north, he learned that Huang Rong had already been rescued. This relieved Guo Jing, although he didn't know who had rescued her, he was still very grateful to that person. So Guo Jing wandered around the north for another half a month. Although Meiyu had found out about Huang Rong, the Mongols hadn't found her either, which put Guo Jing's mind at ease. He then rushed back to Xiangyang, partly to see if Huang Rong had returned, and partly to check the situation there, fearing the Mongols might take advantage of the situation to launch a surprise attack.

One day, as Guo Jing was heading towards Xiangyang, he saw a familiar figure ahead—the Golden Wheel Monk. It turned out that after being injured by Zhang Wuji, the Golden Wheel Monk had received a miraculous healing medicine from Kublai Khan, and his injuries had healed in just a few days. Because Zhang Wuji feared changing the plot again, he hadn't dealt the Golden Wheel Monk a severe blow. The healed Golden Wheel Monk requested permission from Kublai Khan to march south and pursue Huang Rong, and Kublai Khan subsequently led his army south to prepare to attack Xiangyang.

Guo Jing and the Golden Wheel Monk met and were both taken aback. Although Guo Jing was somewhat resentful that the Golden Wheel Monk had captured Huang Rong, Huang Rong was now safe and worried about Xiangyang, as he had learned that the Mongols would soon march south. Therefore, this was not the time to argue with the Golden Wheel Monk, whose skill was no less than his own; if he got entangled with him, he wouldn't be able to escape quickly.

"Monk..." Guo Jing said, clasping his hands in greeting

. "Great Hero Guo..." the Golden Wheel Monk said with a smile, his hands clasped together.

Guo Jing didn't want to get entangled with the Golden Wheel Monk, so he exchanged a few pleasantries and prepared to leave. However, the Golden Wheel Monk smiled and blocked Guo Jing's path. Guo Jing's heart sank. He said, "What does the Monk mean by this?"

"Great Hero Guo's martial arts are profound; this humble monk wishes to learn from the martial arts of the Central Plains..." the Golden Wheel Monk said.

Knowing that the Golden Wheel Monk wouldn't let him leave easily, Guo Jing extended his right hand and said, "Please..."

The Golden Wheel Monk activated his golden wheel and attacked Guo Jing. Guo Jing struck out with a palm, accompanied by a series of dragon roars. Both were martial arts masters, adapting their moves to each other's attacks, frequently displaying exquisite techniques. After dozens of moves, the power of Guo Jing's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms fluctuated, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, sometimes flowing, sometimes exhaling, generating a subtle and wondrous application from its extreme hardness—a divine skill that even Hong Qigong hadn't comprehended. This gradually made the Golden Wheel Monk struggle.

The Golden Wheel Monk was alarmed; if this continued, he would surely be defeated. He hadn't expected the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to be so exquisite. So he fully activated the true energy within his body, and a dragon-elephant form appeared on his body, coiling around him. The power of the golden wheel suddenly increased several times. Seeing this, Guo Jing shifted his feet and struck out with his palm, a golden dragon coiling and roaring on his hand.

With a deafening crash, their combined energy surged forth, engulfing everything within a ten-zhang radius and pulverizing it. The two staggered back a few steps, and Guo Jing, using the momentum, leaped away, saying, "King of Dharma, I'll depart for today. We'll meet again."

The Golden Wheel Monk was about to give chase when he felt a churning in his chest and coughed up blood. He was somewhat surprised, thinking, "Guo Jing truly lives up to his reputation; he injured me and can leave so easily..."

Meanwhile, Guo Jing, after traveling a while, clutched his chest and vomited blood, saying, "The Golden Wheel Monk is indeed powerful..." He was even more worried; with such a master among the Mongols, Xiangyang would be in danger.

Guo Jing suppressed his injuries and continued towards Xiangyang, only stopping to heal when necessary. However, Guo Jing didn't expect that the Dragon-Elephant Power left in his body by the Golden Wheel Monk, although suppressed by Guo Jing, had a gentler force that slowly seeped into his body and began to damage him. If Guo Jing had stopped to heal on the spot, he could have completely expelled this Dragon-Elephant Power. However, he was in a hurry to travel, and although he suppressed most of his true energy, a small portion remained hidden within him, unnoticed even by Guo Jing.

This gentle Dragon-Elephant Power slowly destroyed Guo Jing's "foundation," gradually rendering him impotent. Guo Jing, focused on his journey, didn't notice anything amiss, nor did he dwell on such matters.

Back in Xiangyang, Guo Jing's injuries were almost completely healed, and the gentle Dragon-Elephant Power had largely dissipated, so Guo Jing remained unaware of its presence within his body.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wuji and Huang Rong spent the entire night in passionate lovemaking. Huang Rong finally fell into a deep sleep the next day, and the two stayed in the small town for another day before continuing their journey to Xiangyang. The two remained silent throughout the journey. Huang Rong was heartbroken and didn't want to say anything, while Zhang Wuji was preoccupied with how to keep Huang Rong with him

once they returned to Xiangyang. Upon entering Xiangyang, they were immediately recognized. A messenger rushed to inform Guo Jing, who had already returned. Hearing news of Huang Rong, Guo Jing excitedly stood up and told Guo Fu and the others to greet them at the gate. Everyone was overjoyed to see Huang Rong and Zhang Wuji, especially Guo Fu, who was overjoyed to see that Zhang Wuji had indeed rescued her mother. She looked at Zhang Wuji affectionately before smiling and throwing herself into Huang Rong's arms, saying, "Ning, we were all so worried..."

"Alright, Fu'er... Mother's back, isn't she?" Huang Rong smiled.

Guo Jing led everyone into the house and asked about their experiences. Huang Rong recounted most of it, glancing at Guo Jing somewhat guiltily. She blushed even more when Zhang Wuji looked at her.

Guo Fu, hearing about their ordeal and Zhang Wuji's injury, felt extremely anxious, sad, and heartbroken. Although Zhang Wuji had returned unharmed, with so many people present, Guo Fu couldn't show her distress.

After listening to Huang Rong's story, Guo Jing solemnly thanked Zhang Wuji. Zhang Wuji, feeling guilty, repeatedly said it wasn't necessary, as he had indeed stolen Huang Rong's wife. The group talked for a while longer before dispersing.

Chapter 56: Rekindling the Bond with Huang Rong

. After everyone left, Guo Fu threw herself into Zhang Wuji's arms, crying, "Brother Zhang, sob... I was so worried about you..." For the past month, Guo Fu had been filled with worry and anxiety, fearing something might happen to them. Her heart was pounding, afraid of hearing bad news. Now, seeing Zhang Wuji, she felt relieved and burst into tears.

"It's alright..." Zhang Wuji patted Guo Fu's back comfortingly.

After a while, hearing no sound from Guo Fu, Zhang Wuji looked down and saw her asleep in his arms, tears streaming down her pretty face. Knowing that Guo Fu had been suffering these past few days, Zhang Wuji felt a pang of heartache and carried her to the bed, gently wiping away her tears.

Several days passed, and Zhang Wuji searched for opportunities to spend time with Huang Rong, but Huang Rong avoided him, refusing to give him any chance to be alone with her. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji had no choice but to finally find an opportunity to corner Huang Rong.

Seeing Zhang Wuji blocking her way, Huang Rong felt a mix of emotions and turned her head away, unable to look at him. Zhang Wuji grasped Huang Rong's delicate

hand and said, "Rong'er..." "Mmm..." Huang Rong softened at Zhang Wuji's call and said softly, "Wuji, we can't continue down this wrong path. Let's just consider the past a dream..."

"Rong'er..." Zhang Wuji pretended to be heartbroken and said, "Do you know how sad and painful it is for me that you're avoiding me?"

Seeing Zhang Wuji's sorrowful expression, Huang Rong also felt a pang of sadness, but she had to sever their relationship. Although her heart was bleeding, they couldn't continue like this. These past few days, facing Guo Jing and Guo Fu, she felt extremely guilty.

"Wuji..." Huang Rong began to speak, but Zhang Wuji interrupted her, "Rong'er, I love you..." He then pulled Huang Rong into his arms and kissed her red lips.

"No..." Huang Rong cried out, struggling, but Zhang Wuji held her tightly, making it impossible for her to break free. Huang Rong pleaded, "Wuji, no, we can't go on like this..."

Just as Zhang Wuji was about to kiss Huang Rong's lips, they heard footsteps beside them. Huang Rong quickly pushed Zhang Wuji away, composed herself, and hurriedly left. Zhang Wuji was somewhat displeased, but there was nothing he could do.

A few days later, Huang Rong felt guilty towards Guo Jing and wanted to make it up to him, but Guo Jing was injured and unable to have sex. Guo Jing also discovered his problem, and after examination, he learned it was due to a hidden injury. Out of male pride, he didn't tell Huang Rong about it. He tried to treat it himself, but it was ineffective. Guo Jing also felt somewhat distressed and embarrassed to face Huang Rong, so he spent his days handling affairs in Xiangyang City and went to bed early at night.

On this day, Huang Rong discovered she was pregnant. Huang Rong knew some medicine, so she immediately discovered she was pregnant, and the child was Zhang Wuji's. Huang Rong was at a loss, unsure of what to do. She had considered aborting the child, but the thought of it being her own flesh and blood made her unable to bring herself to do it. Zhang Wuji was also deeply conflicted, and the fact that Guo Jing had been indifferent to her these past few days was making Huang Rong feel uneasy as well.

That night, after Guo Jing fell asleep, Huang Rong got up, put on her robe, and went to the courtyard. Guo Jing, being with Huang Rong, was completely unguarded, so he didn't even notice her leaving.

Huang Rong stood in the courtyard, gazing at the bright moonlight, and sighed inwardly. She gently stroked her lower abdomen, her face filled with tenderness, and murmured, "Child, what should I do?"

"Rong'er..." Zhang Wuji had been keeping a close eye on Huang Rong's movements these past few days. He only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Guo Jing hadn't slept with her. Although Guo Jing was Huang Rong's husband, he had already been intimate with her and considered her his woman; he didn't want her to be defiled by Guo Jing.

"Ah..." Huang Rong gasped upon seeing Zhang Wuji, quickly covering her mouth.

"Rong'er..." Zhang Wuji called out excitedly, stepping forward to pull Huang Rong into his arms.

"No..." Huang Rong pleaded softly, "Brother Jing is still inside..."

"Let's go to my room..." Zhang Wuji said.

"No..." Huang Rong blushed, knowing full well what Zhang Wuji wanted to do.

Zhang Wuji didn't care about Huang Rong's words; he had finally found an opportunity, how could he let it slip by? He picked up Huang Rong and carried her towards his room.

"No..." Huang Rong struggled softly, afraid of attracting Guo Jing's attention, so she didn't dare to use force. "Let me go... it'll be all over if Brother Jing wakes up..."

Zhang Wuji put Huang Rong down and said, "Wait for me..."

Huang Rong was a little surprised about what Zhang Wuji wanted to do. She saw Zhang Wuji enter Huang Rong's room. Because Zhang Wuji's martial arts were slightly better than Guo Jing's, Guo Jing didn't even notice his arrival. Zhang Wuji pressed his finger on Guo Jing's sleeping acupoint. Upon touching the acupoint, Zhang Wuji discovered a hidden injury in Guo Jing's body. After a closer inspection, he discovered what Guo Jing's hidden injury was. He was overjoyed. No wonder Guo Jing had been acting strangely these past few days.

Zhang Wuji left the room, and Huang Rong asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"I pressed Uncle Guo's sleeping acupoint..." As he spoke, Zhang Wuji picked up Huang Rong and carried her to his own room, closing the door.

"No..." Huang Rong exclaimed.

"Rong'er..." Zhang Wuji lowered his head and gazed at Huang Rong, slowly kissing her.

"No..." Huang Rong pushed Zhang Wuji away, saying, "I'm pregnant."

Zhang Wuji was startled, his movements abruptly halting. He asked tremblingly, "Is it mine?" Recalling his past with Huang Rong, who else could it be but him? A surge of excitement and joy welled up within him.

"Mmm..." Huang Rong's pretty face flushed red as she softly replied.

"That's wonderful..." Zhang Wuji happily hugged Huang Rong, saying.

Huang Rong sensed Zhang Wuji's emotions and felt a surge of joy as well. "Rong'er..." Zhang Wuji said affectionately.

"Do you want this child?" Huang Rong asked.

Zhang Wuji looked at Huang Rong with some surprise and said, "Of course I do. This is our child. You wouldn't..."

"I hesitated before, but now I've decided to give birth to her..." Huang Rong said dreamily.

"Rong'er, you're so good..." Zhang Wuji said, kissing Huang Rong. Huang Rong resisted a few times, but then softened, thinking, "You're really my nemesis, my nemesis..."

Zhang Wuji kept licking and kissing Huang Rong's delicate lips, sucking on her fragrant tongue, his hands constantly caressing and pulling at her body, and soon he had taken off all of Huang Rong's clothes. He then forcefully grasped Huang Rong's full breasts with both hands.

At this moment, under Zhang Wuji's constant stimulation, Huang Rong let out bursts of moans: "Ah...ah...want...ah...ah...oh...oh...ah...oh...ah...harder..." Huang Rong's breasts quickly swelled up under Zhang Wuji's constant playing, and Huang Rong only felt her breasts swelling and uncomfortable, constantly thrusting her breasts, while Zhang Wuji kissed and sucked Huang Rong's fragrant lips, continuously drinking Huang Rong's fragrant nectar.

"Mmm...ah...oh...oh...oh...mmm..." Huang Rong moaned a few times, her delicate body trembling slightly. Her nipples gradually rose from the areolas of her breasts, persisting until they were higher than her fingers. From a distance, they looked like freshly picked, bright red strawberries.

Zhang Wuji touched one nipple, then the other. This time, after only a few touches, the nipple also hardened, standing proudly alongside the other nipple on Huang Rong's chest. Huang Rong's alluring eyes blurred, as if unfocused, her gaze half-closed as she stared at the ceiling.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji spread her thighs apart, revealing her slightly protruding mons pubis covered with a sparse, glossy black pubic hair. Her two pink labia majora were full and protruding, concealing the vaginal opening.

Zhang Wuji gently rubbed Huang Rong's thin labia with his middle finger, scooping up some mucus. He then touched the clitoris, which protruded from the top of her vulva and resembled a cherry in size and shape. "Ah...ah...ah..." Huang Rong cried out, her whole body trembling. A look of pain mixed with pleasure flashed across her beautiful face.

"Ah!...ah!...I...ah...ah..." Zhang Wuji used his left index and middle fingers to separate her pink labia, stroking and squeezing them incessantly. Huang Rong's slender waist began to twist and turn on the ground, gradually increasing the speed.

Huang Rong's vaginal opening trembled, and a clear liquid involuntarily overflowed from her vagina. Her whole body convulsed. Her two bright red labia, like two small mouths, opened wide, constantly oozing glistening mucus, which dripped down her vulva.

Huang Rong's two pink labia minora, hardened by engorgement, parted outwards like the trumpet-shaped opening of a newly opened orchid; her pink clitoris peeked out at the tip, slightly swollen; her vagina continued to gush with fluid, contracting and expanding, revealing glimpses of the tender, light pink flesh inside.

"Ah...ah...ah...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah..." Huang Rong's face flushed crimson, and she groaned loudly.

Zhang Wuji then kissed her plump labia minora, greedily sucking on them, then used his tongue to part the labia, revealing the entrance to her pubic area, and thrust his entire tongue into Huang Rong's vagina, pumping and churning.

Huang Rong's throat emitted soft moans, "Ah...hum...oh...so good...ah...ah...ah..." Her neck swayed constantly, her eyes were watery, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Zhang Wuji knelt down, one hand guiding his already hard and swollen penis against Huang Rong's mons pubis. The head of his penis entered Huang Rong's slippery vagina, and he gradually pushed it deeper inside. His hands grasped and kneaded Huang Rong's breasts, which were swollen with excitement, his fingers pinching the erect, rosy nipples. This caused Huang Rong to involuntarily moan softly, her snow-white, full buttocks swaying in response. Her

snow-white breasts bounced in Zhang Wuji's hands, her rosy nipples swelling continuously. Seeing this, Huang Rong became even more excited, her whole body trembling, her uterus contracting and releasing vaginal fluid. Her lower body began to shake, and hot, lustful fluid was continuously squeezed out of her vagina by Zhang Wuji's large penis.

Huang Rong's labia majora were turned outwards towards her thighs, covered with flowing vaginal fluid. Her two bright red labia minora tightly gripped Zhang Wuji's large penis, and the vaginal fluid splashed out with each thrust, flowing down Huang Rong's snow-white, plump buttocks.

Zhang Wuji aimed at Huang Rong's vagina and began to thrust in and out, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing! Huang Rong's soft moans! Incessant! Zhang Wuji's penis went in and out of her vagina, the pink flesh constantly churning with each thrust, vaginal fluid continuously flowing from the vaginal opening.

"Ah...ah...oh...ah...ah..." Huang Rong moaned rapidly and breathed heavily, her naked body twisting, her plump buttocks swaying from side to side faster and faster, while the large penis inside her moved with increasing force.

"Ugh...ugh...oh...oh...oh...oh...um...um...uh...uh...ah..."

"Ah...ah...ah...it's coming...ah...ah..." Huang Rong gasped, swallowing hard, her head tilting back, her body convulsing as she reached her climax.

Zhang Wuji's hard penis thrust in and out of Huang Rong's vagina. Her two white breasts bounced up and down with her movements, slowly swelling, her areolas enlarging, and her long nipples turning from crimson to purplish-red.

Zhang Wuji's thick penis pounded into Huang Rong's vagina relentlessly. Each thrust pushed the glans into her clitoris, and white vaginal fluid was squeezed out with each "plop, plop..." of the thrusts, splattering white spots all over their pubic hair. "Ah...ah...ah...um..." Huang Rong couldn't control her lust. She was gradually losing her resistance to the impact from her lower body.

"Ah... Ah... It's coming again... Ah..." Huang Rong trembled all over, reaching another climax.

Zhang Wuji carried Huang Rong to the floor and made her kneel, her hands on the bed, her buttocks raised high. Zhang Wuji was behind her, spreading Huang Rong's legs apart with his hands, then pressing his erect penis down with his right hand, aiming at the very bottom of Huang Rong's vaginal opening, and thrusting it forward violently, the glans forcing open the vaginal opening and penetrating inside. Then he began to thrust violently, each thrust hitting Huang Rong's pert buttocks, making a "slap slap slap slap" sound.

"Ah... Wuji... Ah... Too hard... Ah... You're killing me... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

"Ah... It's coming... Ah... I'm dying... Ah... Ah..." Huang Rong's delicate body convulsed and spasmed, and the vaginal fluid gushed out violently.

"Ah..." Zhang Wuji thrust violently a few more times, then began to ejaculate inside Huang Rong's vagina.

Chapter 57.

Guo Fu couldn't sleep, so she got up to go find Zhang Wuji. Entering Zhang Wuji's courtyard, she saw the light on in his room and was overjoyed. She had been worried about disturbing him while he was resting, but seeing he was still awake, she could go find him.

Guo Fu arrived at Zhang Wuji's door and was about to knock when she heard a woman's moans coming from inside. Guo Fu was puzzled, and the sound seemed familiar. She withdrew her hand from the door and poked a hole in the window paper to peek inside.

In an instant, Guo Fu was stunned: a naked woman, her hands on the bed, her snow-white buttocks raised high, and a man standing behind her, his penis thrusting in and out between her buttocks. The enchanting moans were coming from the woman's mouth. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her face flushed, and her body covered in fine beads of sweat. This woman was none other than her beloved mother! And the man was none other than her beloved Brother Zhang. Neither of the two combatants noticed Guo Fu's arrival. Guo Fu stood there, stunned, watching everything unfold: Huang Rong's buttocks thrusting back and forth in rhythm with the penis's thrusts, accompanied by soft moans.

After a long while, Guo Fu finally came to her senses, her pretty face paling, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, murmuring, "How could Mother do that to Brother Zhang? How could they do this to Father and me?" A pang of pain and anger shot through her heart.

Guo Fu's voice, though soft, resonated like a thunderclap in Zhang Wuji's ears. Startled, Zhang Wuji thought, "Oh no, how did Fu'er get here…" If Guo Fu left now, things would be disastrous. He decided to seize the opportunity to bring her in as well, to completely subdue both Huang Rong and Guo Fu.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji opened the door and saw Guo Fu standing sadly at the door, tears streaming down her face. Zhang Wuji grabbed Guo Fu and carried her into the room. Huang Rong was lying on the floor, immersed in her orgasm. He pressed Guo Fu down on top of Huang Rong, making Guo Fu's buttocks stick up high. Zhang Wuji then pulled down Yin Susu's underpants from behind.

"Ah..." Guo Fu cried out, struggling but Zhang Wuji held her down tightly.

Zhang Wuji lay down and played with Guo Fu's tender buttocks, inserting his middle finger into Guo Fu's vagina and gently thrusting it in and out. Guo Fu's body could no longer resist under her lover's caresses, and she went limp.

Guo Fu lay on Huang Rong in a daze, "Fu'er... grab... your mother's breasts and rub them..."

"No..." Guo Fu shook her head, unwilling.

"Hurry up..." Zhang Wuji slapped Guo Fu's buttocks and said.

"Mmm..." Guo Fu moaned softly, not daring to disobey her lover's wishes, and grabbed Huang Rong's breasts with her jade hands and kneaded them.

Huang Rong, thinking Zhang Wuji was playing with her breasts, moaned uncontrollably, "Ah...ah...ah..."

Guo Fu, hearing her mother's moans, felt a little shy, but more so aroused. Her vagina quickly became wet, and she couldn't help but moan, "So beautiful...so comfortable...ah...ouch...ouch...ah...I...I can't take it anymore...I really can't take it anymore...ah...ah..."

Zhang Wuji stuck out his tongue and licked Guo Fu's vagina. Guo Fu's ethereal moans continued,

"Ah...ah...you...ah...amazing...oh...oh...I...can't take it anymore...ah...don't stop...ah...um...um..."

Hearing the seductive moans in her ear, Huang Rong slightly opened her eyes and saw Guo Fu lying on top of her. She exclaimed in surprise, "Fu'er..." But Guo Fu was already immersed in Zhang Wuji's play, constantly moaning, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Seeing Guo Fu's seductive moans, Huang Rong's pretty face turned red with embarrassment, and she pleaded, "Wuji...please...don't..."

Ignoring her pleas, Zhang Wuji thrust his penis into Guo Fu's vagina, his hands reaching forward to grab and knead Huang Rong's breasts.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Huang Rong moaned softly, the intense stimulation slowly making her dazed. Her daughter's alluring moans and gasps only aroused her more.

"Good...good...oh...good...deep...so comfortable...ah...ah...no...again...ah...I'm going to...go...too...ah...ah..." Guo Fu moaned ecstatically.

"Ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah...ah..." Guo Fu's cries grew louder and louder until her whole body convulsed violently, her vaginal fluids gushing out.

Zhang Wuji pulled his penis out and thrust it back into Huang Rong's vagina, pumping rapidly. "Ah...ah...Wuji...ah...so good..." Huang Rong frantically pounded her breasts, her hands constantly caressing Guo Fu's body, while Guo Fu unconsciously kneaded Huang Rong's full, firm breasts.

While Zhang Wuji was thrusting into Huang Rong's vagina, he reached out and stroked Guo Fu's buttocks and mons pubis. "Ah... Ah... Oh... Oh... Oh... I'm dying... Ah... Ah..." Huang Rong had already had several orgasms, but now, with Zhang Wuji's frenzied thrusting, her sensitive body trembled, reaching another climax.

Zhang Wuji brought Huang Rong to orgasm, then withdrew his penis and inserted it into Guo Fu's vagina, thrusting for a while inside Guo Fu's wet vagina before switching to Huang Rong's, thrusting back and forth, causing both of them to moan and cry out.

"Ah... Ah... Ah... I can't take it anymore... Ah... I'm coming... Ah..."

Zhang Wuji brought both Huang Rong and her daughter to orgasm again, then inserted his penis into Guo Fu's vagina and ejaculated.

Meanwhile, Yang Guo, having learned of his true parentage, was heartbroken and left Cheng Ying and the others. He wandered wildly in the wilderness for over ten days. Suddenly, he saw a figure leaping high into the distance, reaching for fruit from a wild fruit tree. As Yang Guo approached, he recognized the figure as Darba, a disciple of the Golden Wheel Monk. Each leap yielded only one fruit. Growing impatient, he struck the tree several times, breaking it in two with a crack. He then gathered all the remaining fruit and stuffed it into his robes.

Yang Guo wondered, "Could the Golden Wheel Monk be nearby?" He had no prior enmity with the Monk, but now, believing Guo Jing and Huang Rong to be his father's killers, he regretted helping them and opposing the Monk. He secretly followed Darba to investigate. He saw Darba move with incredible speed, heading straight into a mountain valley. Yang Guo dismounted and followed on foot, watching him disappear into the depths of the forest, ascending higher and higher. He then followed Darba to the top of a mountain peak.

A small thatched hut stood atop the peak, drafty on all sides. The Golden Wheel Monk sat in meditation, eyes closed and brows furrowed. Darba placed wild fruit on the ground inside the hut, turned around, and suddenly saw Yang Guo approaching. His expression changed drastically, and he cried out, "Senior Brother, are you here to harm Master?" He rushed towards Yang Guo, reaching out to grab his collar. His martial arts were originally superior to Yang Guo's, but at this moment, his master was in grave danger; a single external attack could cost him his life. In his panic, he lost his composure, and his attack became chaotic, committing a grave mistake in martial arts. Yang Guo seized his hand, pulled him, and threw him to the ground. Darba,

convinced that Yang Guo was the reincarnation of his senior brother, and having been preemptively thrown, rolled on the ground, scrambled to his feet, and leaped in front of Yang Guo. Yang Guo, thinking he was about to attack again, took a step back. But to his surprise, the man suddenly knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Senior Brother, you must remember our past life's kindness to our master. Master is seriously injured and is healing himself with his own internal energy. If you disturb him, then… then…" His voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down his face.

Although Yang Guo didn't understand his Tibetan, seeing his agitated expression and the Golden Wheel Monk's haggard appearance, he understood most of the situation. He quickly helped him up, saying, "I will never harm your master, you can rest assured." Darba, seeing his kind expression, was overjoyed. Although he didn't understand his words, his hostility had vanished.

Just then, the Golden Wheel Monk opened his eyes and saw Yang Guo. He was greatly surprised. He had been meditating and hadn't heard Yang Guo and Darba's conversation. Seeing a formidable enemy before him, he sighed and slowly said, "I have cultivated for many years in vain, yet I still cannot break through the barrier of fame. I never expected to perish in the Central Plains today." It turned out that he had been injured by Guo Jing in their fight that day, and later, after encountering Darba, he ordered Darba to build a thatched hut nearby so he could heal his wounds. However,

Yang Guo clasped his hands and said, "I have not come here to be your enemy, Master. Please do not take offense." The Monk shook his head, and as he was about to speak, a sudden sharp pain shot through his chest. He quickly closed his eyes and circulated his qi. Yang Guo entered the hut, extended his right palm, and placed it on the "Zhiyang" acupoint on his back. This acupoint is located below the seventh vertebra and is a major acupoint on the Du meridian. Upon seeing this, Darba was terrified and threw a punch at Yang Guo. Yang Guo shook his left palm and gave him a wink. Seeing that his master's expression remained unchanged, even with a slight smile on his face, Darba raised his fist but didn't strike.

Yang Guo's cultivation was not deep, and he knew nothing about the internal energy of the Tibetan school. He could vaguely sense the flow of energy within Darba's body, so he channeled his internal energy, using a stream of energy to help Darba heal his master's acupoints: Lingtai, Shendao, Shenzhu, and Xiongdao, and downwards to Jinsuo, Zhongshu, Jizhong, and Xuanshu. He did his best to protect Darba's Du meridian. Although Darba's martial arts were strong, he practiced only external skills and couldn't help his master heal. These days, he could only worry helplessly. Now that he had no worries, the Golden Wheel Monk focused his energy on treating the injuries to his chest and abdomen. In just over an hour, the pain was greatly reduced, his face regained its color, and he opened his eyes, nodded to Yang Guo in thanks, and said with his palms together, "Layman Yang,

why did you suddenly come to help me?"

Yang Guo did not hide anything and told him about how he had recently learned that Guo Jing and his wife had killed his father, his determination to seek revenge, and how he had unintentionally followed Darba up the mountain.

Although the Golden Wheel Monk knew this young man was extremely cunning, and that not a single word he spoke could be trusted, the fact that he had helped Yang Guo heal his wounds at a time when killing him would have been easy showed that he harbored no ill will. The Monk said, "So, you bear such a deep-seated grudge, Layman. But Guo Jing and his wife are masters of martial arts; it will be difficult for you, Layman Yang, to avenge this." Yang Guo remained silent for a while, then said, "Then it's alright if my father and I both die at his hands!" The Monk shook his head , saying, "You want to kill Guo Jing and his wife alone to avenge your family? That will be extremely difficult."

Yang Guo pondered for a long time before saying, "I can help you lure Guo Jing out, but you must help me avenge him." The Golden Wheel Monk extended his palm, saying, "A true man's word is his bond; let's swear by this." The two clasped their hands three times, thus establishing their alliance. Yang Guo said, "I'll only help you lure Guo Jing out. If you're going to help the Mongols conquer Jiangnan and kill civilians, I can't help you."

The Dharma King laughed, "Everyone has their own ambitions, and you can't force them. Brother Yang, your martial arts are very diverse. I'm not trying to be presumptuous, but while learning from many schools is certainly good, it inevitably leads to a lack of purity. What martial art are you most proficient in? What martial art will you use to deal with Guo Jing and his wife?"

Although Zhang Wuji has changed the Condor Heroes world a lot, it must be said that the rules of heaven and earth are unpredictable. Originally, Yang Guo and the Golden Wheel Dharma King could not have met again, but unexpectedly, the Golden Wheel Dharma King fought with Guo Jing and was injured, which changed the plot back to the original storyline. However, without Xiaolongnü, the Valley of Heartbreak would not have happened, which also led to different endings for many characters.

Since that night, there had been an awkwardness between Huang Rong and Guo Fu. Zhang Wuji couldn't even find a chance to sleep with them, no matter how much he pleaded with them. Finally, in a fit of anger, Zhang Wuji forcibly carried them to bed. After several such encounters, Huang Rong and Guo Fu were still somewhat embarrassed, but they tacitly accepted Zhang Wuji's absurdity.

More than two months passed like this. To avoid being discovered that she was pregnant, and to give birth somewhere no one knew her, Huang Rong lied to Guo Jing for the first time. Accompanied by Zhang Wuji and Guo Fu, she found a beautiful, secluded spot in the mountains to settle down. As the days went by, Huang Rong's belly grew larger, and her delivery was approaching.

Chapter 58

: Several months passed like this. One day, Huang Rong felt unbearable abdominal pain, knowing that her due date had arrived. Zhang Wuji couldn't go in to take care of Huang Rong, so Guo Fu had to go instead. Although Huang Rong had given birth once before, the abdominal pain was still unbearable, and she cried out in agony.

Just then, a cry of "Wah!" came from inside the house. Zhang Wuji knew it was a success and rushed in. After bustling around for a while and getting everything ready, he carefully examined his child. It was a girl, a delicate and adorable baby, with features somewhat resembling Huang Rong.

Huang Rong held the child, her face full of loving affection. Guo Fu, watching curiously from the side, said, "Mother, so cute..."

Zhang Wuji reached out and tightly grasped Huang Rong's hand. Huang Rong smiled at Zhang Wuji and happily hugged her child. "Rong'er... let's stay here and ignore what's happening outside, okay..."

Huang Rong was silent for a moment, then shook her head, looking at Zhang Wuji apologetically. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji didn't insist; he only asked that Huang Rong be taken with him when they left the Condor Heroes. During the months Huang Rong was in labor, Zhang Wuji gave Huang Rong and Guo Fu the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, left behind by Lin Chaoying in "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." After practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra, Huang Rong became even younger, looking like she was in her twenties.

Zhang Wuji, Huang Rong, and Guo Fu stayed in the valley for over a month. Once Huang Rong had fully recovered, they began their return to Xiangyang. Huang Rong was determined to keep her son by her side and devised a plan to avoid arousing suspicion.

On their way back to Xiangyang, they learned that the Mongol army was besieging the city. Huang Rong was worried about Guo Jing and very anxious. At this moment, Zhang Wuji said, "Rong'er, you all catch up slowly. I'll go to Xiangyang first to help them..."

Hearing this, Huang Rong, knowing that Zhang Wuji had exhausted his martial arts skills, breathed a sigh of relief and softly said, "Be careful..."

Guo Fu, standing beside him, also worriedly said, "Brother Zhang, be careful..."

"Yes..." Zhang Wuji nodded and used his lightness skill to head towards Xiangyang.

Meanwhile, in Xiangyang, things largely unfolded as in the original story. Yang Guo and Guo Jing were surrounded by the Mongol army. Guo Jing fought bravely against Jinlun Fawang and others and was injured. Yang Guo, sensing Guo Jing's danger, helped him escape the encirclement.

Yang Guo, carrying Guo Jing, strode forward. He saw Mongol soldiers surging towards them like a tide. With a flick of his wrist, black smoke billowed out, and more than ten soldiers collapsed, poisoned. Although the Mongol soldiers were skilled warriors, they were also deeply superstitious. Seeing him wave his staff and more than ten men fall dead, they cried out in unison, "His staff is cursed! Get out of the way!" Kublai Khan's personal guards, incredibly brave and knowing the prince's orders were absolute, rushed forward to capture him despite the danger. Yang Guo flicked his staff

again , and more than ten more men fell dead.

He whistled, and his yellow horse galloped forward. Yang Guo struggled to lift Guo Jing onto the horse, but his limbs felt weak and he could no longer mount. He could only gently pat the horse's rump and call out, "Horse, horse, hurry up!" The yellow horse, quite intelligent, saw its master unable to mount and reared up, neighing loudly, refusing to move. Yang Guo saw the Mongol army gradually approaching from all sides. He thought that although the poison on his staff was potent, it would eventually run out. He raised his sword to stab the horse's rump to urge it to move, but couldn't bring himself to do it. He shouted, "Horse, hurry up!" and thrust his staff towards the horse's rump. Exhausted from the battle, his aim was off, and the staff struck Guo Jing's leg instead. Guo Jing, already dazed, was suddenly awakened by the blow and immediately bent down to grab Yang Guo by the chest, lifting him onto the horse's back. The yellow horse neighed joyfully and galloped away.

But then came the urgent blasts of horns, one after another. Guo Jing let out a low whistle, and his Ferghana horse galloped after him, while a large contingent of Mongol horses also rushed in pursuit. The red horse galloped alongside the yellow horse, constantly rubbing against Guo Jing. Yang Guo knew that although the yellow horse was a fine steed, it was no match for the red horse. He took a deep breath, grabbed Guo Jing, and together they leaped onto the red horse. Just then, a whooshing sound came from behind, and a golden wheel flew rapidly towards them. Yang Guo felt a pang of pain in his heart: "Feng Mofeng is dead at the hands of the Dharma King." The thought had barely formed in his mind when the golden wheel grew closer and closer. Yang Guo crouched low on his horse's back, hoping the wheel would just glide over him, but the sound was very faint; it was aimed at slashing the red horse's hooves.

It turned out that the Dharma King had killed Feng Mofeng, stood up, and seeing that Guo Jing and Yang Guo had already mounted their horses and he couldn't catch up, he had thrown the golden wheel, but his aim was far too low. He calculated that even if he killed Yang Guo with the golden wheel, the red horse would still carry Guo Jing and escape. Only by

severing the horse's hooves could he achieve victory. Yang Guo heard the golden wheel gradually approaching and had no choice but to draw his sword to block it. He knew he was exhausted and that this strike would be impossible to withstand, but he was forced to do so. The wheel was now only two feet from the horse's hooves, its whooshing sound terrifying. He lowered his sword to protect the horse's legs, but the red horse, enraged, galloped faster and faster. In an instant, the golden wheel was still two feet away from the horse's hooves, not yet getting close. Yang Guo was overjoyed, knowing that the golden wheel's momentum could only gradually weaken. Sure enough, in a split second, the wheel was three feet away from the horse's hooves, then four feet, five feet, getting further and further away, until finally, with a thud, it fell to the ground. Just

as Yang Guo was overjoyed, he suddenly heard a mournful neigh behind him. He saw the yellow horse, with an arrow in its belly, kneeling on the ground, its eyes fixed on its master with endless longing. Yang Guo felt a pang of sorrow and couldn't help but shed tears.

The red horse, swift as the wind and lightning, quickly left the pursuers far behind. Yang Guo hugged Guo Jing and asked, "Uncle Guo, how are you?" Guo Jing hummed in response. Yang Guo checked his breathing and found it heavy, knowing he was alright for the time being, and felt relieved. Back in Xiangyang City, everyone rushed to greet Guo Jing when they saw he was injured. However, unexpectedly, Jinlun Fawang and his men attacked again. Yang Guo, carrying the fake Guo Jing, lured Jinlun Fawang and his group away.

By this time, Zhang Wuji had arrived in Xiangyang. Seeing the Mongol soldiers attacking the city walls like a tidal wave, Zhang Wuji immediately activated his Xuanyuan Sword, wielding a sword beam several meters long as it plunged into the Mongol army. He relentlessly swept and slashed at the Mongol soldiers, unleashing his Three-Part Returning Qi, which exploded among them. Wherever Zhang Wuji passed, Mongol soldiers were either cut into pieces by his sword beams or blasted into a bloody dance by his Three-Part Returning Qi; none survived. Initially, the Mongol soldiers charged at Zhang Wuji, but after witnessing his power, they fled in terror. Zhang Wuji continued to roam the battlefield, scattering the Mongols in all directions.

As Zhang Wuji relentlessly pursued the Mongol soldiers outside the city, the pressure on the city walls suddenly eased. Some who had seen Zhang Wuji were filled with admiration for him. The Wu brothers were particularly conflicted; firstly, Zhang Wuji had taken Guo Fu away, which had made them resentful, and now he had indirectly saved them. Moreover, Zhang Wuji's martial arts were so formidable that he had single-handedly routed tens of thousands of Mongols.

Zhang Wuji was engrossed in the battle when suddenly a figure appeared, flashing back as she slew the Mongol soldiers. He looked closely and recognized Lin Chaoying. Overjoyed, he rushed towards her. Lin Chaoying, noticing him, exclaimed in surprise, "Wuji..."

"Sister Ying, what brings you here..." Zhang Wuji asked excitedly.

Lin Chaoying briefly explained that after successfully modifying the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra in the Ancient Tomb, she missed Zhang Wuji terribly and couldn't resist coming down the mountain to find him. Upon arriving, she learned that the Mongols were besieging Xianyang and, thinking Zhang Wuji might be there, she rushed to Xiangyang. When she arrived, she found Zhang Wuji chasing the Mongol army, so she went to him.

The two talked as they pursued the Mongols for over an hour before Kublai Khan had to sound the retreat. Relieved, Zhang Wuji and Lin Chaoying headed into the city, but there they encountered Guo Fu.

"Fu'er... why are you here? Where's your mother?" Zhang Wuji asked.

"I was worried about Brother Zhang, so I came first. Mother is behind..."

Zhang Wuji was about to say something when the scenery before him began to change rapidly. Zhang Wuji knew he was about to time travel again, so he quickly put Guo Fu and Lin Chaoying into his spatial dimension. As soon as they entered, Zhang Wuji disappeared from the battlefield.

The reason for Zhang Wuji's time travel again was that Yang Guo was killed by Jinlun Fawang, which overturned the plot of The Return of the Condor Heroes. It turned out that Yang Guo was carrying a fake Guo Jing to lure away the pursuers.

Yang Guo's Ancient Tomb Sect lightness skill was unparalleled. Although he was carrying someone, he thought that every step he took would keep Uncle Guo away from danger. He ran like crazy, and Fawang couldn't catch up with him for a while. Yang Guo ran on the rooftops for a while, and when he heard footsteps approaching behind him, he jumped down and dodged and weaved through the alleys, playing hide-and-seek with Fawang.

Although Yang Guo's lightness skill was slightly superior to the Dharma King's, he was carrying someone on his back. In the open plains, he would have been caught long ago, but Yang Guo deliberately hid in dark, winding alleys, and the Dharma King couldn't catch him. After circling around several times, Xiao Xiangzi, Nemo Xing, and Zhu Ziliu arrived one after another.

The Dharma King said to Nemo Xing, "Brother Nemo, you stay at this alley entrance. I'll go in and chase that brat out." Nemo Xing rolled his eyes and shouted, "Why should I obey your orders?" The Dharma King thought this Indian dwarf was unreasonable. He leaped onto the wall and looked around. He saw Yang Guo carrying Guo Jing, huddled in a corner, panting. Overjoyed, he quietly approached from the wall, about to leap down and capture him, when Yang Guo suddenly shouted, jumped up, and disappeared into the smoke.

The Dharma King had set the fire to force Guo Jing to escape, but now the smoke made it difficult to find him. As he looked around, he suddenly heard Darba shout, "Here he is!" The Dharma King followed the sound and saw Darba wielding his golden pestle, fighting Yang Guo. The Dharma King leaped forward, blocking Yang Guo's retreat. Yang Guo charged forward, flashing to Darba's side. Just then, the Dharma King hurled his silver wheel.

The golden wheel came with the speed of the wind; Yang Guo couldn't dodge in time, and with a hiss, it grazed Guo Jing's shoulder, leaving a deep gash on his back. The Dharma King was overjoyed and shouted, "Gotcha!" But Yang Guo ignored Guo Jing's fate and continued running. As

Yang Guo rushed out of the alley, he heard a sinister voice say, "Boy, surrender!" It was Xiao Xiangzi, wielding a large club, blocking the alley entrance. At this moment, Yang Guo had nowhere to retreat and was pursued from behind. Looking up, he saw a dark mass on the wall—it was Nemo Xing standing there. Yang Guo leaped onto the wall, but Nemo Xing's monstrous snake struck down, trying to force him back into the alley. Yang Guo thought he had stalled for too long, and Guo Jing must have escaped by now. He grabbed the soldier on his back and handed him to Nemo Xing, shouting, "Guo Jing is yours!"

The Dharma King, seeing Yang Guo abandon Guo Jing and flee, already knew something was amiss. He didn't rush forward to fight, but seeing the three of them suddenly freeze, he went after Yang Guo again. He thought that even if he couldn't capture Guo Jing today, killing this fickle and treacherous boy would make his trip to Xiangyang worthwhile. So he followed behind Yang Guo. Yang Guo felt the Dharma King getting closer and became extremely anxious, running for his life.

The Golden Wheel Monk snorted coldly, accelerating towards Yang Guo. He hurled his golden wheel, striking Yang Guo squarely in the back, piercing his body. Yang Guo screamed and collapsed, unable to rise. The Golden Wheel Monk, seeing Yang Guo lifeless and dead, withdrew the wheel with satisfaction.

Originally, Yang Guo wouldn't have been killed so easily, but after Zhang Wuji arrived in the Condor Heroes world, Yang Guo, who had Xiaolongnu's help in the Battle of Xiangyang, now had no Xiaolongnu. Moreover, in this life, Yang Guo hadn't experienced the Valley of Heartbreak as in the original story, and his martial arts hadn't improved. Thus, the Golden Wheel Monk seized the opportunity to kill him, and the laws of heaven and earth naturally held Zhang Wuji accountable, hence Zhang Wuji's battlefield transmigration. (

Chapter 59, February 14th) Sixteen years later, Zhongnan Mochou:

When Zhang Wuji regained his footing, he looked around at the vast mountains. He was at the foot of a mountain, and a small town was faintly visible in the distance. Zhang Wuji had no idea where he had traveled to or how many years had passed. His biggest concerns were Xiaolongnü and Huang Rong. Xiaolongnü's whereabouts were unknown, although she appeared in *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*. Huang Rong would be heartbroken if he were gone for too long, especially since he had taken Guo Fu with him.

"Sigh..." Zhang Wuji sighed and headed towards the small town to inquire about the situation. After asking around, although he didn't understand the reign titles of the Song Dynasty emperors, he learned that sixteen years had passed since the Battle of Xiangyang, and that he was currently more than half a month's journey from Xiangyang.

Zhang Wuji originally planned to go to Xiangyang to find Huang Rong, but thinking of Xiaolongnü, he decided to check the Ancient Tomb first to see if she was there. Zhang Wuji used all his lightness skill to travel to the Ancient Tomb. Upon arriving, he went inside and searched, but there was no one there, and it seemed no one had been there for a long time.

Zhang Wuji sighed, a growing anxiety creeping into his mind as he considered where Xiaolongnü might be. After a long pause, a possibility occurred to him: the place he and Xiaolongnü had stayed in was very close to the Valley of Heartbreak, and since Xiaolongnü wasn't inside, could she be, like in the original story, in the icy pool at the bottom of the valley? Thinking this, Zhang Wuji felt it was quite possible.

Unable to sit still any longer, he headed towards the Valley of Heartbreak. Passing through a small town, Zhang Wuji stopped, looking with some surprise at a figure in the distance. It was a Daoist nun, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe. Although her back was to Zhang Wuji, her slender, exquisite figure and pert buttocks swayed alluringly with her movements beneath the robe.

Zhang Wuji stopped because seeing her reminded him of someone—Li Mochou. Seeing Li Mochou enter the inn, Zhang Wuji followed her in, sat down, and began to observe her. She appeared to be in her early thirties, with a graceful, slender figure, translucent skin, and captivating beauty, complemented by bright almond-shaped eyes and delicate, luscious lips.

She ate her food with a somewhat indifferent expression, a hint of sorrow occasionally flashing in her almond-shaped eyes. This female Daoist was none other than Li Mochou. It turned out that after Yang Guo was killed by the Golden Wheel Monk in Xiangyang, much of the subsequent plot remained undeveloped, and Li Mochou had not died. Having wandered the martial world for so many years, she had grown weary and decided to search for Xiaolongnü. Although she had once coveted the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra from Xiaolongnü, she had now become indifferent, feeling only a deep sadness. She longed to rekindle her feelings for Xiaolongnü, but there was no news of her in the martial world. She assumed Xiaolongnü had returned to the Ancient Tomb, which was why she went to the Ancient Tomb in Zhongnan Mountain. However, the Ancient Tomb was deserted, leaving her heartbroken. The thought of wandering the martial world alone, with all the people of the Ancient Tomb gone, filled her with sorrow and bitterness. She wouldn't have acted this way before, but now she was truly weary. The older she got, the more she missed the affections of the past. Although she still looked young and beautiful, her heart had grown old.

Zhang Wuji was scrutinizing Li Mochou, and Li Mochou noticed his gaze. Now at the late-stage of the first-rate realm, Li Mochou's spiritual senses were extremely sharp. Seeing Zhang Wuji openly scrutinizing her, she felt a chill. Because Zhang Wuji cultivated purple qi, Li Mochou hadn't detected any signs of martial arts training on him, so she treated him as an ordinary person. If someone had looked at her like this before, she would have killed them long ago. Now, however, she was weary and didn't act.

But Zhang Wuji continued to scrutinize Li Mochou, making her already unpleasant mood even worse. With a slight flick of her sleeve, a poisoned needle shot out. Zhang Wuji pulverized the needle with a flick of his finger and said, "Red Serpent Fairy Li Mochou?"

Li Mochou's heart skipped a beat, thinking to herself, "This man has such profound inner strength." "Who are you?" Li Mochou asked, her pretty face slightly cold.

Zhang Wuji abruptly put down his chopsticks, took two steps to stand in front of Li Mochou, cupped his hands in greeting, and lazily smiled, "I am Zhang Wuji. It is an honor to see the beautiful face of the Red Serpent Fairy today!"

Li Mochou was even more surprised. She had never seen such lightness of foot before. Seeing the frivolous look in his expression, she was displeased and said coldly, "What business do you have?" If she hadn't been wary of the martial arts skills of the person in front of her, she would have already struck out with a palm and killed him on the spot.

Zhang Wuji stared at Li Mochou without restraint, thinking to himself, "She is indeed a top-notch beauty, very alluring. Although she is as cold as ice, she is also incredibly captivating." He ignored her words, completely immersed in her beauty. Although Zhang Wuji had seen characters like Little Dragon Girl and Huang Rong, Li Mochou's cold and beautiful charm had a unique allure.

Li Mochou had never been looked at like this before. In recent years, her reputation in the martial arts world had grown increasingly formidable. The weak feared her, and the strong were wary of her, all treating her with utmost respect and daring not to provoke her. No one had ever been so unreasonable. Enraged, she lashed out at Zhang Wuji with a flick of her silver whisk in her right hand.

The martial arts of the Ancient Tomb Sect were all graceful and elegant. Even in her anger, Li Mochou's movements remained gentle and graceful, like the playful banter between lovers, devoid of any fire.

Zhang Wuji casually sidestepped her whisk, seemingly unintentionally, and laughed, "A nun, yet you still have such a fiery temper!" Li Mochou's attack missed, fueling her anger even more. She pressed her lips tightly together, unleashing one attack after another, each more powerful than the last, each strike increasingly fierce and deadly, each aimed to kill.

Zhang Wuji effortlessly dodged the attacks, strolling leisurely as if in a garden, and laughed, "As expected of the Red Serpent Fairy, ruthless and vicious. If you're tired, take a rest. We have no irreconcilable hatred, why be so cruel?"

Li Mochou retorted, "Bah! Who said we're 'we'? You frivolous scoundrel, you deserve to die!" She flicked her left hand casually.

Zhang Wuji remained composed, as if taking a leisurely stroll. Li Mochou flicked her left hand, and several silver needles shot towards Zhang Wuji. Zhang Wuji smiled lightly, and several bursts of energy shot from his fingers, shattering the silver needles. Seeing that the silver needles were ineffective, Li Mochou struck out with her left palm, which was accompanied by wisps of black energy—the Five Poisons Palm—while her right hand swung her whisk towards Zhang Wuji's chest. Zhang Wuji deflected all of Li Mochou's attack with his right hand, and the resulting energy forced Li Mochou to take a few steps back.

Seeing this, Li Mochou lightly stepped back to indicate she had given up, and said in a coquettish voice, "Who exactly are you? Why are you making things difficult for me?" She was shocked to see Zhang Wuji easily neutralize her martial arts with a few moves, realizing that his martial arts were far superior to hers.

Zhang Wuji looked at Li Mochou and smiled, "We've never met before, and have no grudges against each other. It's just that the beauty of the Red Serpent Fairy is exceptionally rare in the martial world, and I've never had the chance to see her. So, since we've met today, it's a rare opportunity, and I've come to meet her."

"Hmph..." Hearing Zhang Wuji's slightly frivolous words, Li Mochou snorted coldly, feeling somewhat angry, but she had to suppress her anger because she was no match for him. She glanced at Zhang Wuji, then gracefully flew away into the distance.

Seeing Li Mochou leave, how could Zhang Wuji let her go? He hadn't had the chance to see her before, but now that the opportunity had presented itself, how could he let her leave so easily? Besides, he didn't know how long he would stay in the Condor Heroes, and whether he would see her again was a question.

Zhang Wuji threw down the silver and chased after Li Mochou. He quickly caught up with her and said, "Fairy, where are you in such a hurry?"

Li Mochou was startled, not expecting him to catch up so quickly. She then used all her internal energy to propel herself forward. The Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skill was incredibly graceful and agile, like a fairy treading on water, beautiful and captivating. Zhang Wuji followed her leisurely, seemingly not teasing her. Li Mochou was filled with shame and anger, but she knew she was no match for him in a fight. She could only try to escape him by flying forward at all costs.

However, Zhang Wuji was like a shadow, following her relentlessly. Seeing his nonchalant attitude, as if he wasn't even using his full strength, and realizing he wasn't teasing her, Li Mochou was shaken. Combined with the strain of her internal energy and the turmoil in her mind, her internal energy surged, causing her to cough up blood. Her internal energy surged chaotically within her, and her body went limp and collapsed.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji regretted his actions, realizing he shouldn't have pushed her so hard. Seeing Li Mochou weaken, he quickly embraced her, saying with concern, "Why did you have to fight so desperately?"

"Hmph..." Li Mochou snorted coldly, glaring at Zhang Wuji with resentment.

"Fairy, you're injured. I'll heal you right away..."

"No need..." Li Mochou said coldly.

While circulating his purple energy to heal Li Mochou, Zhang Wuji caressed her delicate body, saying, "Fairy, so beautiful, give me a kiss..." He lowered his head and kissed Li Mochou's cherry lips.

"Ah..." Li Mochou's body trembled, her face flushed red, her almond-shaped eyes glaring at Zhang Wuji with shame and hatred, wishing she could kill him, but her injured body prevented her from moving.

Zhang Wuji's occasional teasing made Li Mochou's pretty face turn bright red, her eyes blazing with infinite resentment as she glared at him. After Zhang Wuji healed her injuries, Li Mochou suddenly struck him with a palm, shouting angrily, "I'm going to kill you..."

Zhang Wuji chuckled and dodged Li Mochou's attack, his fingers lightly scratching her delicate fingers. Li Mochou, even more enraged, attacked Zhang Wuji with all her might. Zhang Wuji constantly dodged, occasionally groping Li Mochou's body.

"You..." Li Mochou knew she couldn't defeat Zhang Wuji and stopped, saying hatefully, "Just kill me..."

"Fairy, how could I bear to kill you?" Zhang Wuji said with a smile.

"Hmph..." Li Mochou sneered, "Although I can't kill you, I can kill myself to avoid being insulted by you..." Saying this, she struck her own crown with her palm.

Zhang Wuji quickly approached and grabbed Li Mochou's hand, saying, "Fairy, you're

in the prime of your life, why take your own life..." Li Mochou, angered by Zhang Wuji's grip, retorted, "What do you want

?" "I don't want anything," Zhang Wuji innocently replied, "I just admire you, Fairy..." He then released Li Mochou's hand.

Li Mochou knew that attempting suicide in front of him was futile, so she coldly snorted and turned away. Zhang Wuji simply smiled at her, which made Li Mochou extremely embarrassed and angry. She glared at Zhang Wuji fiercely and turned to leave. Zhang Wuji followed behind her. Li Mochou knew she couldn't stop him, so she ignored him and let him follow.

Chapter 60: Li Mochou

. Zhang Wuji followed Li Mochou, who, feeling extremely embarrassed and angry, didn't consider where she was going and simply walked forward instinctively. Along the way, Zhang Wuji would occasionally tease Li Mochou, but Li Mochou remained silent and taciturn, her plump figure making her seem completely unrecognizable.

This continued for over half a month. Although Li Mochou still ignored Zhang Wuji, not even a glance or a word, somehow she seemed to have grown accustomed to him. Her initial resentment and anger towards him had subtly changed, and she felt he wasn't so unpleasant after all.

One day, they arrived at a small town near the Valley of Heartbreak. Li Mochou stayed at an inn to rest, while Zhang Wuji decided to go to the bottom of the valley to check if Xiaolongnü was there. He left the town and headed towards the Valley of Heartbreak, but it was surrounded by mountains, and he didn't know where Xiaolongnü was. Zhang Wuji searched the valley all night, examining a large portion of the valley floor, but found no trace of her. He decided to return and rest before continuing his search.

When Zhang Wuji returned to the town, it was already daytime, almost noon. Back at the inn, he heard sounds of fighting coming from inside. Entering, he saw two men attacking Li Mochou. The two men were Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen. The Wu brothers simultaneously pointed their longswords at Li Mochou's sides. Both Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen were personally taught martial arts by Guo Jing. They had spent their days together on Peach Blossom Island, practicing the same swordsmanship. Furthermore, the brothers had excellent teamwork, their swordplay perfectly coordinated. One retreated while the other advanced, one rose while the other fell. Moreover, both were now at the early stage of the first-rate level. With their combined efforts, Li Mochou was at a disadvantage. She appeared to be injured, using her lightness skill to dodge while occasionally counterattacking. However, Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen's perfect coordination not only neutralized all of Li Mochou's attacks but also continuously attacked her vital points.

Although Li Mochou was somewhat shocked and angry, she was already injured and no match for the two men in a direct fight. Leaving would only give them an opportunity to defeat her more easily.

Li Mochou was the sworn enemy of Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, the brothers who had killed their mother, a memory she had cherished for over a decade. Seeing a glimmer of hope for revenge, she became even more excited, her sword flashing with lightning speed, blocking all her escape routes. Li Mochou was startled; she was in no condition to resist. However, she was not one to submit. She wielded her whisk, channeling her inner energy to its fullest extent in a final desperate attempt to replenish her strength. Already weakened, she coughed up blood, her injuries suddenly worsening.

Zhang Wuji entered the inn's lobby and saw Li Mochou surrounded and coughing up blood. Two longswords struck her vital points with lightning speed, and Li Mochou, already injured, was powerless to defend herself. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji panicked. In the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Li Mochou. With a flick of his sleeve, he shattered the longswords of the Wu brothers, Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, sending them flying through the force. At the same time, he grabbed Li Mochou and quickly floated out of the inn. By the time the Wu brothers chased after them, Zhang Wuji and Li Mochou were nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Wuji didn't want to see the Wu brothers, Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen, so he quickly left with Li Mochou in his arms. Actually, it wasn't really a departure; while channeling his purple energy into Li Mochou's body to heal her injuries, he circled the town before returning to the inn. Entering the room, he placed Li Mochou on the bed, holding her delicate hand and channeling his purple energy into her.

Looking at Li Mochou's pale face, Zhang Wuji said with heartache, "How could you be so careless? You're injured again. It breaks my heart..."

Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Li Mochou raised her eyebrows, a warm current welling up in her heart. She stared blankly at Zhang Wuji. Zhang Wuji felt a little uneasy under her gaze and chuckled, "Are you especially grateful to me, preparing to repay me with your body..."

"Hmph..." Li Mochou snorted coldly, turning her face away, though a slight blush rose to her cheeks.

Once Zhang Wuji had healed Li Mochou's injuries, she quickly got up, pulled her hand away, and turned her head to the side, feeling somewhat guilty and unable to look at Zhang Wuji. Li Mochou's feelings towards Zhang Wuji were now complicated. She didn't know whether to hate him for his frivolous behavior along the way, or be grateful for his saving her. Moreover, a faint, lingering affection stirred within her.

Zhang Wuji, observing Li Mochou's expression, though unaware of her thoughts, guessed a little. He reached out and gently squeezed her soft hand, speaking tenderly, "Fairy Mochou, from the first time I saw you, I was deeply captivated. Your cold beauty, your charm, and your lonely emotions are all deeply etched in my heart. Every time I see your sorrowful and desolate expression, my heart aches for you. Mochou, I've entered your world to care for you and protect you..."

As he spoke, Zhang Wuji pulled Li Mochou into his arms. "Ah..." Li Mochou exclaimed in surprise, before she could react, Zhang Wuji kissed her delicate lips. "Mmm..." Li Mochou stared wide-eyed at Zhang Wuji, her mind blank. It was her first kiss. Although she had liked Lu Zhanyuan back then, their relationship had remained respectful and proper, without any transgressions. Therefore, Li Mochou was still a virgin, and she had even preserved her first kiss.

Now that Zhang Wuji was kissing her, Li Mochou was momentarily stunned. With each kiss, she felt a surge of joy, as if she had returned to the feeling of first love when she first met Lu Zhanyuan—a mix of nervousness, shyness, and happiness.

Li Mochou responded passionately to Zhang Wuji, and the two kissed intensely for a while. Suddenly, Li Mochou awoke with a start, realizing it was Zhang Wuji kissing her. She felt a mix of surprise, anger, shyness, and reluctance. Her pretty face flushed red, and she glared at Zhang Wuji, slapping his chest with her hand. Zhang Wuji grabbed her hand and kissed her lips again. A moment later, Li Mochou forcefully broke free, slapping her hand again. Zhang Wuji grabbed her hand and kissed her lips again. This continued for over ten rounds. Finally, Li Mochou stopped struggling, slowly becoming breathless and dazed under Zhang Wuji's kisses, her face flushed and her almond eyes watery.

"Mmm..." After a long while, they finally separated.

"Fairy sister, I love you..." Zhang Wuji whispered softly in Li Mochou's ear.

"Hmm..." Li Mochou's delicate body trembled, and she looked at Zhang Wuji with complicated emotions. After a while, she said coldly, "Men are all the same, they are all heartless and ungrateful..."

"Fairy sister, you're wrong to say that. At least my feelings for you are sincere, my feelings for you are clear as day and night..."

Li Mochou didn't speak after hearing this. After a long while, her melodious and clear voice came: "You really like me?"

"My feelings for you are clear as day and night. You are the fairy in my heart, so beautiful and incomparable. Even the most beautiful women would pale in comparison to you..."

"Hmm..." Hearing Zhang Wuji's words of praise, Li Mochou was also happy, but also a little shy, her pretty face slightly red.

"Fairy Sister, I love you. Let me take care of you for the rest of my life..." Zhang Wuji said affectionately, "We will never be separated, we will always be together. If I change my mind halfway through, may I be struck by lightning..."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou's delicate body trembled. She turned her head to look at Zhang Wuji, her eyes somewhat hazy and brimming with tenderness, lost in thought. Knowing to strike while the iron was hot, Zhang Wuji kissed Li Mochou's delicate lips again.

"Mmm..." Li Mochou let out a soft cry, closing her eyes,

her body becoming soft and yielding to Zhang Wuji's advances. Zhang Wuji held her fragrant shoulders, his tongue swirling inside Li Mochou's mouth. Li Mochou trembled all over, a soft moan escaping from deep within her throat, her small, fragrant tongue futilely trying to avoid his advances. Zhang Wuji's hands roamed over her soft, boneless body, feeling the allure of her virginal form.

Li Mochou's pretty face was flushed, and she breathed heavily with nervousness. Zhang Wuji used both hands and feet to remove Li Mochou's clothes. Zhang Wuji reached into Huang Rong's soft "lush grass" and gently pinched and rubbed Huang Rong's delicate curly pubic hair. Li Mochou blushed with embarrassment as he played with her, and her cherry-like mouth panted softly: "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..." A glistening, sticky, and slippery virgin love fluid also flowed from Li Mochou's lower body, wetting his hand. Her vagina

, which had never received the sweet dew and had never been visited by outsiders, was filled with waves of intense, piercing itching. Li Mochou couldn't help but raise her head, panting heavily, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, her eyes hazy, and she let out a soul-stirring moan. Then, she slumped weakly in Zhang Wuji's arms, letting him do as he pleased.

Zhang Wuji kissed Li Mochou's soft, firm breasts, gently licking every inch of her full breasts as if searching for treasure. He opened his mouth and took her right nipple into his mouth, his teeth lightly and heavily nibbling at the plump nipple, while his hand squeezed and pinched the other nipple.

Zhang Wuji spread her legs wide, bringing his face close to her vagina. His breathing became heavy, his gaze following the smooth inner thighs upwards. Li Mochou's skin was flawless, her dazzling white skin smooth as silk. Her exquisite, undulating curves made her body seem boneless and soft as cotton. Her goddess-like, holy, and perfect body was like a snow lotus flower, so beautiful and delicate.

Her thighs were flanked by full, rounded labia majora, like two tightly closed jade doors, leaving only a small, deep red slit. Above the slit was a pink clitoris, and dark pubic hair was only distributed around the clitoris and the upper edge of the labia majora, revealing most of the original pink color of the labia majora.

Zhang Wuji sucked on Li Mochou's tender pink nipple with a "slurping" sound while caressing her firm, high breasts. His other hand gently stroked along Li Mochou's smooth, slender, and snow-white legs, slipping between them. His fingers parted her tightly closed, smooth labia, and as he lightly rubbed and caressed her vulva, Li Mochou cried out softly, "Mmm...ah...ah...ah...ah...mmm...ah..."

Zhang Wuji then gently parted her labia majora again, and gently inserted his fingers into Li Mochou's vagina. Zhang Wuji gently parted the tender, tightly closed labia majora, revealing the incredibly smooth clitoris, and rubbed it.

"Ah..." Li Mochou was struck dumb; her naked body convulsed and stiffened, her slender, fair hands involuntarily digging deep into the soft, white bedding, and her lower body gushed forth a torrent of vaginal fluid. Zhang Wuji

leaned down, placing his penis against Li Mochou's soft vagina, and thrust in forcefully, but his penis could only penetrate about an inch. Li Mochou's hot, wet vaginal muscles gripped Zhang Wuji's penis tightly, as if preventing him from going any further. Zhang Wuji pulled his penis out halfway, then thrust it in again with great force, penetrating it deeply to the hilt.

Li Mochou felt a thick, fiery foreign object slowly cutting through the tender walls of her virginity, forcing its way into her vagina, which had never been explored before. With it came waves of excruciating pain that almost made her spasm. She could only close her eyes, tears of shame and pain streaming down her face.

"It hurts... ah... pull it out quickly..." Li Mochou cried out, desperately squeezing her legs together.

Zhang Wuji felt a pang of tenderness and lowered his head to kiss her cherry lips, his hands stroking Li Mochou's delicate body to ease her pain.

"Mmm...mmm..." Li Mochou moaned softly in response to Zhang Wuji's movements, her body slowly responding to his touch. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji began to thrust shallowly and slowly, his hands grasping and kneading Li Mochou's breasts.

With each powerful thrust of Zhang Wuji's penis, waves of vaginal fluid were drawn from Li Mochou's newly opened vagina, the virgin's blood and vaginal fluid dripping onto the ground and the spot where they were joined, further arousing Zhang Wuji's lust. He thrust his penis even harder, making Li Mochou feel increasingly pleasurable, her cries becoming more and more wanton.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Li Mochou's pretty face was filled with a charming expression, her small mouth constantly emitting wanton moans, her full body swaying wantonly, and she was quickly being intensely penetrated by Zhang Wuji's penis. Zhang Wuji reached out and lifted Li Mochou's legs onto his shoulders, then let Li Mochou's lower body suspend in the air, so that his thick penis could quickly go in and out of her wanton flesh hole, and let the large glans of his penis tease her clitoris again and again! Li Mochou's moans became even more urgent after Zhang Wuji's actions.

"Ahhh...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ahhh...no more...um..."

Li Mochou moaned incessantly. By this time, she was already weak all over from Zhang Wuji's thick penis, waves of pleasure washing over her, bringing her to her first orgasm. Zhang Wuji then lifted Li Mochou up, letting his large penis penetrate her vagina, and then hooked her legs around his waist. Feeling like she was floating in the air, Li Mochou instinctively hugged Zhang Wuji's neck.

Zhang Wuji, holding Li Mochou's wanton and beautiful body, walked around the room. First, he would walk two or three steps and then stop, using his waist strength to thrust his penis in and out rapidly. Then,

he would stand still, his feet as steady as a rock, his hands lightly supporting Li Mochou's full and high round buttocks, using his waist to lift her up, forcefully launching her sweaty body into the air, and then starting to walk again.

At this moment, because of this position, as Li Mochou's body fell, the weight of her body, combined with Yang Guo's upward thrust, created a pincer movement, causing Zhang Wuji's already enormous penis to penetrate even deeper into Li Mochou's wanton vagina, almost reaching her cervix. With this repeated action, Li Mochou once again fell into the abyss of ecstasy. The incredibly intense pressure caused Li Mochou to cry out uncontrollably, her pink legs tightly wrapped around Zhang Wuji's waist, her entire body hanging on him. Her pretty face was tilted back, revealing her snow-white neck. Due to the continuous waves of orgasm, she found it difficult to breathe. Li Mochou's hands, which had been clinging to Zhang Wuji's neck, had now withdrawn and were instead kneading her large breasts.

"Ah...ah...um...ah...ah..."

Then Zhang Wuji carried her to the bed and made her lie face down so he could continue thrusting into her from behind! Li Mochou kept thrusting and twisting her round buttocks, while Zhang Wuji thrust his penis in and out forcefully, flipping Li Mochou's delicate body over and then carrying her legs, pounding into her again and again. At this moment, Li Mochou reached another climax!

Seeing Li Mochou's pair of huge breasts swaying cutely, Zhang Wuji couldn't help but reach out and grab the two breasts. They were smooth, warm, and very elastic to the touch, feeling wonderful. He rubbed, pinched, stroked, and rubbed them with great pleasure. The two nipples on the peaks were rubbed and hardened by Zhang Wuji's hands, making Zhang Wuji drool and unable to resist bending down to suck and lick them.

"Ugh...ah...I'm going to cum...I'm going to...I'm going to die...oh..." Li Mochou's small mouth emitted sounds that were hard to tell if it was crying or panting. Her seductive eyes were half-closed, and she was intoxicated by the sight of her cherry-like mouth, gasping for breath. Her whole body was covered in fragrant sweat as if she had just been pulled out of the water, but her wanton body still cooperated with Zhang Wuji's thick penis, constantly rotating her round buttocks seductively to meet it.

"Ah...oh..." The mucous membrane inside her wanton vagina also constantly surrounded the penis, forcefully drawing it in and wriggling to suck it. The feeling was like thirsting and greedily sucking on Zhang Wuji's thick penis. The feeling of fullness in her uterus gave Li Mochou an indescribable comfort. Every time her flower core was violently struck by the penis, an incomparably wonderful tingling sensation would automatically surge from the depths of her body, making her moan and sigh softly, crying out in pleasure.

Li Mochou's snow-white, round buttocks swayed and thrust wildly, a stream of vaginal fluid gushing towards Zhang Wuji's large glans. After twisting her hips a few more times, she cried out, "Ah...ah...I...I'm...coming...coming again...I'm going to cum...oh...so...so beautiful..."

At this moment, Zhang Wuji let out a huge roar, his thick penis violently ejaculating thick semen into Li Mochou's wanton vagina.

When Li Mochou's uterus felt the spray of Zhang Wuji's scalding semen, she immediately reached the peak of orgasm and fainted. Her snow-white, delicate body lay paralyzed on the bed, motionless, only endless, wanton moans echoing.

After their passion subsided, they collapsed onto the bed. After a while, Li Mochou, her face streaked with tears, slowly sat up naked, her eyes fixed on Zhang Wuji. After a while, Li Mochou suddenly began to sob softly, throwing herself into Zhang Wuji's arms as she cried. Zhang Wuji hurriedly held her close. Both were naked, and Zhang Wuji felt a stirring in his lower body.

Li Mochou's face flushed slightly. She cried for a long time before finally stopping, asking Zhang Wuji, "What do you intend to do to me?"

In ancient times, chastity was highly valued, and the Song Dynasty was one of the most feudal dynasties in Chinese history. Although Li Mochou was a martial artist, she was deeply influenced by worldly customs and had long held the idea of lifelong fidelity. Although she felt hurt and angry at being tricked into taking her body by Zhang Wuji while he was in a daze, she had no choice but to accept it.

"Of course, Fairy Sister is my wife..." Zhang Wuji said softly, holding Li Mochou, and kissed her cherry lips.

Li Mochou fell in love with Lu Zhanyuan in her youth, but her love turned to hatred. After Lu Zhanyuan's death, she gradually forgot him. Now, this incident has completely replaced Lu Zhanyuan in her heart.

Li Mochou's ruthlessness stemmed from the hurt she suffered years ago. Now, as Zhang Wuji's woman, her tenderness is slowly returning, and she even shows some girlish side, softly leaning against Zhang Wuji's chest, gently listening to his strong heartbeat, feeling particularly safe and peaceful.

Zhang Wuji embraced Li Mochou's soft body, his lower body seemingly regaining its power. He flipped her over and pinned her beneath him, whipping her again amidst her cries. The two made love until Li Mochou could no longer endure it and fainted, only then did Zhang Wuji stop.

Zhang Wuji lowered his head and gently kissed the fragrant sweat on Li Mochou's cheek. Looking at her flushed and beautiful face, he felt satisfied and joyful. Li Mochou's appearance was only slightly inferior to Xiaolongnu's, and she was dignified and elegant, with an added touch of cold beauty that made her even more alluring. Zhang Wuji embraced Li Mochou's slender waist, gently kissed her ear, and closed his eyes.

Chapter 061 Reunion with Xiaolongnu

The next day, when Zhang Wuji woke up, looking at the beauty in his arms, perhaps due to the nourishment of the rain and dew, or the effect of the purple aura, the already graceful Li Mochou was now even more radiant, her skin smooth and delicate, with a slight blush, white with a rosy hue. The beauty, experiencing love for the first time, possessed a mature charm that was languid, alluring, and shy, making her exceptionally tempting.

Zhang Wuji's burning gaze continued to sweep over the beauty in his arms. "Mmm..." Li Mochou finally couldn't withstand Zhang Wuji's fiery gaze, let out a soft moan, and shyly opened her eyes.

Zhang Wuji chuckled softly and said, "Fairy sister...you are so beautiful..."

"Mmm..." Li Mochou's heart was now completely given to Zhang Wuji. Hearing her lover's praise, she was overjoyed and felt sweet inside.

After a tender moment together, they dressed and got up. Li Mochou, nourished by love, had completely shed her former ruthless ways, transforming into a tender and affectionate wife. Her almond-shaped eyes followed Zhang Wuji's movements, filled with tenderness. Zhang Wuji was somewhat moved; the beauty's kindness was profound, and he resolved to treat her well from now on. After

dinner, they spent another day in the small town. Zhang Wuji spoke softly and sweetly, gradually calming Li Mochou's initially anxious heart, and their feelings deepened, becoming inseparable.

The next day, Zhang Wuji nervously said to Li Mochou, "Fairy Sister, there's something I need to tell you..." Although Li Mochou was now devoted to him, who knew if she would be angry if she knew he had other women? It wouldn't be good if she harbored resentment. However, he had to tell her because he was going to find Xiaolongnu; it was better to tell her now than to deceive her and let her find out later.

"What is it?" Li Mochou asked, her heart sinking at Zhang Wuji's expression.

“Actually… actually, your junior sister, Xiaolongnu, is also my wife…” Zhang Wuji finished speaking and waited quietly for Li Mochou’s response.

Li Mochou looked at Lin Chaoying and remained silent for a long time before saying, “I also want to meet my junior sister…”

Seeing that Li Mochou didn’t seem angry, Zhang Wuji breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Fairy sister, thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. Now I’m yours, so naturally I should consider your needs. But you mustn’t betray me in the future…” Actually, Li Mochou was a little angry at first, but then she thought that if she got angry, it would definitely displease him. Besides, judging from Zhang Wuji’s words, he must have been with his junior sister a long time ago, and she was just a later addition, so there was nothing to be angry about.

Seeing how understanding Li Mochou was, Zhang Wuji was overjoyed. He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Fairy Sister, I love you to death..."

Hearing Zhang Wuji's cheesy words, Li Mochou felt shy but also very happy. She gently took Zhang Wuji's hand and said, "As long as you don't forget me in the future..."

Zhang Wuji hugged Li Mochou and said affectionately, "Fairy Sister, I will never forget you in my life..."

"Hmm..."

The two lingered for a while, and Li Mochou asked, "Where is my junior sister now? I've been looking for her for a long time but haven't found her. Also, when did you get together with your junior sister?"

So Zhang Wuji told Li Mochou about his origins and his experiences with Xiaolongnu, omitting the events at Zhongnan Mountain. Li Mochou sighed after hearing this and said nothing more. After a while, she said, "Wuji, go find your junior sister. I'll wait for you here..."

"Hmm... But Fairy Sister, you must be careful yourself..."

Li Mochou knew that Zhang Wuji was referring to her enemy, but now that she and Zhang Wuji had cultivated together, they had reached the first-class perfection level, only one step away from entering the innate realm.

After bidding farewell to Li Mochou, Zhang Wuji headed towards the Valley of Heartbreak. After searching for a long time, he finally arrived at the last place, the deep valley in front of the Broken Heart Cliff. He saw that the valley entrance was shrouded in mist, and the bottom was not visible. Zhang Wuji jumped down, his purple qi circulating around him, making him feel light, and he floated down. After a while, his feet touched the water. Looking around, he saw that all around were cliffs over a hundred feet high, with no way to pass. The trees by the pool were strangely shaped and unknown. Looking up, he saw that the valley was shrouded in clouds and mist, and he could not see the sun.

Zhang Wuji knew there was a frigid pool below. As he entered, a purple aura enveloped his entire body, rendering the pool's chill impervious. After swimming for a while, he saw a cave ahead and quickly swam inside. The cave was a sloping, upward-facing ice cellar. Zhang Wuji continued upwards, and soon, with a splash, he broke the surface. He was greeted by dazzling sunlight and the fragrant aroma of flowers—a completely different world. Zhang Wuji leaped ashore and looked around. He saw lush flowers and green grass, like a vast garden, yet the flowers were still, and the valley was deserted. About ten feet away were several thatched huts. Zhang Wuji knew he had come to the right place.

He slowly walked towards the huts, finally stopping about ten feet away. He listened intently; all was quiet, without a sound of humans or birds, only

the faint buzzing of jade bees. He gently pushed the wooden door, and it creaked open. Stepping inside, he glanced around and saw that the room was simply furnished but exceptionally clean. There was only a table and a small table in the main hall, nothing else. He recognized the exact placement of the table and chairs; they were exactly the same as those in the ancient tomb's stone chamber. Zhang Wuji had spent some time in the ancient tomb and was very familiar with its layout, knowing this must be Xiaolongnü's residence.

Just then, Zhang Wuji heard footsteps approaching and turned to see a woman in white before him—it was Xiaolongnü. Zhang Wuji was overjoyed to see Xiaolongnü and exclaimed, "Long'er..."

Xiaolongnü was also overjoyed to see Zhang Wuji. Although his disappearance had broken her heart, seeing her beloved again made her forget everything, her heart filled only with joy.

The two gazed at each other for a while, then embraced tightly. Xiaolongnu sobbed softly in Zhang Wuji's arms. After a long while, Zhang Wuji gently wiped away the tears on his face, saying with some guilt, "Long'er, I'm sorry, you've suffered

so much..." Xiaolongnu smiled and shook her head. Zhang Wuji pulled her to sit down and explained why he had left, not wanting to leave any resentment in her heart. Upon seeing Zhang Wuji, all of Xiaolongnu's previous sorrow vanished. Hearing his words, nothing remained in her heart but love for him.

Zhang Wuji imagined the suffering she had endured in this valley over the years, and his heart ached. He gently stroked her hair and said, "Long'er, it's truly hard for you to have endured sixteen years here." Xiaolongnu sighed softly and said, "If I hadn't grown up in the Ancient Tomb, I certainly wouldn't have survived these sixteen years."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..." Zhang Wuji said apologetically.

“No, Wuji…” Xiaolongnu gently covered Zhang Wuji’s lips and said, “I’m so happy to see you…”

Zhang Wuji was moved and hugged Xiaolongnu. Xiaolongnu also leaned against Zhang Wuji’s chest. They talked for a while, and after dinner, they went to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed.

Zhang Wuji looked at Xiaolongnu and whispered, “Long’er…”

“Mmm…” Xiaolongnu’s body went limp.

Zhang Wuji slowly kissed Xiaolongnu. Xiaolongnu slightly raised her head and closed her almond-shaped eyes, anticipating Zhang Wuji’s kiss. Zhang Wuji’s lips pressed against Xiaolongnu’s cherry lips, his tongue parted her pearly teeth, and the two tongues intertwined, licking and sucking each other.

Zhang Wuji kissed Xiaolongnu until her breath was ragged. His hands also began to roam down Xiaolongnu’s back without restraint, and soon they occupied Xiaolongnu’s firm and plump buttocks. Xiaolongnu swayed her waist comfortably, her breasts rubbing against his chest.

Zhang Wuji reached out to undo Xiaolongnu's upper garment. Xiaolongnu, warm all over, had no strength to resist, only clinging to his shoulders. Zhang Wuji quickly untied the belt, then easily pulled it off. He lowered his head and kissed her breast through the bodice.

"Ah...Wuji...oh...ah..." Xiaolongnu murmured softly.

Zhang Wuji responded, then ripped off her bodice, revealing two white, tender breasts and pale pink, bud-like nipples.

For a moment, Zhang Wuji was stunned, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Long'er, you're so beautiful..."

Xiaolongnu, somewhat shyly, said, "Wuji, I want..."

Zhang Wuji admired her for a while, then lowered his head and took Xiaolongnu's right breast into his mouth, while his right hand kneaded her left breast, his fingers occasionally flicking at the nipple.

"Oh..." Xiaolongnu was overwhelmed with pleasure, covering her face with her hands, yet unable to suppress a soft moan.

Zhang Wuji's hands began the next wave of attack. He found Xiaolongnu's skirt and pulled it off along with her undergarments. Xiaolongnu cooperated by twisting her waist and lifting her legs to let him take them off, revealing her long, snow-white legs and her moist, aroused pubic hair.

Zhang Wuji scooped Xiaolongnu up and carried her to the bed, burying his face between her legs. He parted her slightly pink labia with his hands, teasing her clitoris with his fingers. This caused Xiaolongnu to tremble violently, and warm, slippery vaginal fluid seeped out. Zhang Wuji, quick-witted, opened his mouth and took her vulva into his mouth, licking her labia with his tongue. This made Xiaolongnu moan softly, and her vaginal fluid gushed out in waves. After

licking her vulva for a while, seeing that she was already very wet, Zhang Wuji knelt up and pulled down his pants, rubbing his hard, red penis against her mons pubis.

Xiaolongnu naturally spread her snow-white thighs, revealing her wet and alluring vulva to Zhang Wuji. Zhang Wuji, holding his swollen penis, rubbed the head against her vulva, then thrust in forcefully, penetrating halfway in.

"Ah...uh...Wuji...be gentle...oh..." Xiaolongnu's mons pubis, untouched for sixteen years, was extremely tight when Zhang Wuji's enormous penis entered, causing her to cry out in pain.

Zhang Wuji dared not be reckless any longer, slowly pushing the remaining half of his penis inside, his hands constantly caressing Xiaolongnu's delicate body, kneading her breasts and clitoris.

Xiaolongnu no longer felt pain; instead, she experienced waves of indescribable pleasure, yet something seemed amiss. "Oh...Wuji...ah...ah..."

Zhang Wuji moved his hips back and forth, his penis rapidly thrusting in and out of Xiaolongnu's vagina.

"Ah...so beautiful...ah...ah...ah...Wuji...ah...I'm dying...ah..."

Zhang Wuji bent down and sucked on one of her nipples, clenching his buttocks and thrusting forcefully into Xiaolongnu's vagina, causing her vaginal fluids to gush out in waves, soaking the sheets. Xiaolongnu moaned intermittently, "...Hmm...hmm...so...so comfortable...ah...ah...coming...ah...ah..."

Hearing Xiaolongnu's lewd moans, Zhang Wuji thrust even harder, his large penis plunging deep into her vagina. Xiaolongnu's body was covered in fragrant sweat, her buttocks constantly undulating to meet Zhang Wuji's thrusts.

After a while, Zhang Wuji wanted to try something different. He picked Xiaolongnu up, gently lifting her buttocks with his hands, then released them and thrust his penis in. An electric-like pleasure coursed through Xiaolongnu's body. Xiaolongnu's body convulsed, her jade-like hands clinging desperately to Zhang Wuji's back. Her beautiful buttocks trembled in rhythm with the thrusts of his penis. "Ah... I'm dying... Ah... Ah, it's coming... Ah..." Xiaolongnu's body shuddered, her vagina tightly gripping Zhang Wuji's penis, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid.

Seeing Xiaolongnu reach her climax, Zhang Wuji laid her down to rest. Xiaolongnu lay limp, panting softly, a beautiful sight.

After a while, Zhang Wuji picked her up, turned her over, and made her kneel on the bed with her limbs bent. Xiaolongnu obediently raised her full, round buttocks high, revealing the narrow, delicate slit beneath them. The wetness of her vagina made her vulva glisten.

Little Dragon Girl turned back and gazed at Zhang Wuji with captivating allure, shyly saying, "Wuji...oh...no...it's so embarrassing...ah..."

Suddenly, Little Dragon Girl let out a soft moan, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, her hands gripping the sheets. Zhang Wuji had placed his hands on her buttocks, and with a powerful thrust, his hard penis entered Little Dragon Girl's wet vagina from behind.

Zhang Wuji lay sprawled on Little Dragon Girl's smooth, white back, his lower body pumping his penis in and out. Little Dragon Girl, indulging in unrestrained passion, swayed her beautiful hips back and forth to meet his thrusts, her body moving rhythmically, causing her two full breasts to bounce violently.

"Oh...so good...ah...Wuji...ah...be gentle...ah..." Xiaolongnu gasped with intense pleasure, "Ah...oh...oh...ah...um...ah...good...ah...again...ah..."

Xiaolongnu's smooth, snow-white body swayed back and forth rapidly. Seeing Xiaolongnu moaning softly under the thrusting of his penis, Zhang Wuji was extremely pleased. He thrust even harder, the stimulation pushing Xiaolongnu's desire to climax wave after wave.

"So...so good...ah...I'm going to...I'm going to die...oh...ah..."

Xiaolongnu's whole body was numb with pleasure, her delicate labia flipping in and out with the thrusting of his penis. A large amount of hot, wet vaginal fluid gushed out, scalding Zhang Wuji's glans with pleasure. Then, her eyes slightly opened, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.

"Ah...it's coming...ah...ah..." Xiaolongnu's whole body trembled and spasmed, her vaginal fluid gushing out in large amounts.

Zhang Wuji felt Xiaolongnu's vagina contracting and sucking his penis, and finally couldn't hold back any longer. A surge of pleasure coursed through his body, and his ejaculation flowed, his hot semen filling Xiaolongnu's vagina in waves.

The next day, after breakfast, Zhang Wuji said to Xiaolongnu, "Long'er, I didn't go up, did I?"

"Hmm..." Xiaolongnu had no objection; she just wanted to be with Zhang Wuji. "It's just... but going up is really difficult."

"It's alright, I have a way..." Zhang Wuji said, taking Xiaolongnu's hand and leading her outside. He then lifted her into the air and flew upwards. Xiaolongnu showed no surprise, only joy for her beloved. Reaching

the summit, Zhang Wuji said to Xiaolongnu, "Long'er, how was it? Wasn't it amazing..."

Xiaolongnu smiled slightly and said, "Wuji, you're the most amazing..."

Zhang Wuji smiled back at Xiaolongnu and said, "Let's go out..." He then pulled Xiaolongnu towards the town.

Arriving at the inn in the small town, Zhang Wuji pulled Xiaolongnu inside, saying as they walked, "Long'er, I'm taking you to see someone..."

"Okay..." Xiaolongnu smiled and followed behind Zhang Wuji.

Reaching Li Mochou's room, Zhang Wuji opened the door and led Xiaolongnu inside. Li Mochou was meditating inside. Hearing the sound, she opened her eyes and was overjoyed to see Zhang Wuji return.

Seeing Xiaolongnu again filled her with happiness. Xiaolongnu was also happy to see Li Mochou. Although Li Mochou had once been her enemy, that was in the past, and she had missed the world after sixteen years.

"Junior Sister..." Li Mochou rose and came to Xiaolongnu's side, smiling.

"Senior Sister..."

Li Mochou pulled Xiaolongnu aside, and the two chatted. Zhang Wuji couldn't get a word in edgewise, but he was very happy to see the two getting along so peacefully.

That evening, Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu were still talking, and Zhang Wuji closed the door, watching them with shining eyes. "Ah..." Stimulated by Zhang Wuji's sudden, intense gaze, the two cried out in surprise.

"Fairy Sister, Long'er, let's rest..." Zhang Wuji said with a wicked smile.

"No..." Li Mochou exclaimed, understanding Zhang Wuji's meaning, feeling extremely shy. Xiaolongnu, on the other hand, also blushed deeply, her face flushed with shyness.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji's eyes lit up, and he pounced on the two, causing them to cry out incessantly and struggle fiercely. But how could they be a match for Zhang Wuji? He pinned them down tightly, their clothes flying wildly, their cries echoing. In no time, Zhang Wuji had stripped them of their clothes. Looking at their shy faces and alluring bodies, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of heat.

Zhang Wuji pressed down on them, grabbing one of Li Mochou's and Xiaolongnu's breasts with each hand and kneading them, his lips kissing their cherry lips back and forth.

"Mmm... mmm..." The two let out shy moans.

Zhang Wuji kissed her for a while, then took Li Mochou's breast into his mouth and sucked hard. His hand reached between her legs, touching the thin pubic hair. Zhang Wuji's middle finger slid down to the center of her crotch, touching the soft mons pubis. His finger teased the labia majora and the swollen labia minora, and finally the protruding clitoris.

Zhang Wuji sucked on Zhou Zhiruo's ear, then gently blew on it while licking her earlobe. His fingers circled her clitoris, stimulating it constantly, occasionally inserting them into her vaginal opening, where small amounts of vaginal fluid seeped out. Zhou Zhiruo bit her lip hard, suppressing her rapid breathing.

"No..." Li Mochou moaned sadly, feeling extremely ashamed to be played with in front of her junior sister.

Zhang Wuji opened her labia, licked her mons pubis for a while, then inserted his fingers into Li Mochou's vagina, thrusting them in and out.

"Ah...ah...Wuji...ah..." Li Mochou moaned dazedly, pleasure gradually overwhelming her senses.

Zhang Wuji caressed Li Mochou's breasts with one hand, her nipples already slightly erect, while his other hand stirred inside her mons pubis. Her mons pubis was plump and white, rising like a small hill, with only a narrow slit visible in the middle, glistening with lubricating fluid.

Zhang Wuji kissed down to Li Mochou's lower abdomen, kneeling between her legs, spreading her thighs apart with his hands, lowering his head, and using his fingers to pry open her thick labia. He inserted his tongue into her plump, pink, honey-drenched vulva, stirring and sucking the flowing fluids. His wet and nimble tongue licked and teased her sensitive genitals without restraint.

Li Mochou's vulva was stimulated; her clitoris protruded, and her labia parted slightly due to engorgement. The slippery fluids overflowed her vulva, giving it a lascivious sheen, ready to welcome the insertion of his penis.

Li Mochou's body trembled uncontrollably, her inner lust fully aroused. Waves of pleasure surged through her vagina, and she arched her hips, hoping Zhang Wuji's tongue would penetrate deeper into her vagina. Uncontrollably, she let out seductive moans: "Ah...ah...ah...Wuji...faster...give it to me...ah...give it to me...faster..." Her legs opened and closed intermittently, clamping Zhang Wuji's head between them, while her hands forcefully caressed and pressed her breasts: "Ah...ah...ah...Zhang Wuji...give it to me...ah...ah...give it to me quickly..."

Zhang Wuji lifted Li Mochou's legs apart, his enormous penis forcefully plunging into her vagina, which was overflowing with lustful fluid.

"Ah...um...um...ah..." The feeling of fullness from Zhang Wuji's massive penis caused her vagina to spasm, the friction stimulating her vaginal walls, causing her to gush with lustful fluid. Instant pleasure reached her, and she couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Zhang Wuji thrust his penis repeatedly into Li Mochou's tender vagina, each thrust producing a "plop, plop" sound. The vaginal walls, hot and moist, sucked on Zhang Wuji's penis, each thrust bringing indescribable pleasure.

Zhang Wuji continued to thrust forcefully into Li Mochou's vagina, each impact causing her large, white breasts to bounce up and down and side to side. Zhang Wuji reached up and grasped her alluring breasts, caressing them, his mouth sucking on her nipples, his tongue constantly licking the erect nipples.

The feeling of ecstasy caused Li Mochou's body to spasm uncontrollably, trembling uncontrollably, her vaginal fluids gushing out like a burst dam, wave after wave of orgasm washing over her, her vagina feeling the pleasure brought by his penis.

"Good...good...ah...I...I want...ah...I want to die...die...die..."

Xiaolongnu, her almond-shaped eyes slightly open, shyly watched her senior sister's alluring, frenzied moans. A wave of shyness washed over her, and the heat around her made her feel wet and itchy in her lower body, causing her to writhe uncontrollably. Her hands involuntarily caressed her body, and she breathed softly.

"Ah...coming...ah...ah...ah...I'm dying...ah..." Li Mochou's body trembled as she reached her climax.

Zhang Wuji withdrew his penis, and her vaginal fluid spurted out with a "plop." Zhang Wuji went to Xiaolongnu's side, kissing and caressing her body.

"Mmm..." Xiaolongnu glanced shyly at Zhang Wuji, gently closing her eyes, her body writhing uncontrollably.

Zhang Wuji pressed down on Xiaolongnu's soft yet firm body, his tongue, like a small snake, occasionally sliding between her teeth, chasing and entwining with her tongue. Zhang Wuji slipped his hands under Xiaolongnu's lower body, slowly kneading her firm, full buttocks and occasionally squeezing inwards, while his penis pressed against her mons pubis, gradually pushing inwards.

Xiaolongnu's vagina was already a vast expanse of fluid, appearing even softer with the lubrication. Zhang Wuji's large penis entered easily from below, one inch, two inches, three inches, then he suddenly thrust upwards until it was fully inside. Xiaolongnu groaned "Oh," her breathing quickening, her lower body involuntarily convulsing, "Ah...ah...Wuji...ah...good..."

Zhang Wuji's movements quickened, Xiaolongnu's labia were being stirred in and out by him, his glans constantly impacting her clitoris, and more and more vaginal fluid gushed out, soaking Zhang Wuji's crotch. Zhang Wuji couldn't help but increase the pace, and Xiaolongnu's vagina gradually began to contract powerfully, waves of pleasure growing stronger with the squeezing of her delicate walls.

"Ah...ah...ah...Wuji...ah...it's coming...ah...ah..." Xiaolongnu moaned wildly, her body trembling, and the fluid of orgasm gushed violently from her vagina.

Li Mochou had recovered by now, and Zhang Wuji thrust his penis back into her vagina, pumping wildly. "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Li Mochou moaned incoherently, her buttocks arching high to meet Zhang Wuji's powerful thrusts.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."

Zhang Wuji continued to thrust and fuck Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu, their seductive moans echoing in the room.

After the passion subsided, Zhang Wuji embraced Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu, his eyes slightly closed in satisfaction. Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu were both shy and dared not look at each other. Zhang Wuji laughed heartily at this sight.

"You're so naughty..." Li Mochou said coquettishly, pinching Zhang Wuji. Xiaolongnu, though not moving, gave Zhang Wuji a charming, reproachful glare. (Chapter 62
, Battle of Xiangyang, The End of The Condor Heroes (Part 1))

Zhang Wuji embraced Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou, laughing, "Long'er, Fairy Sister, you two are both my precious darlings..." He then kissed each of them on the cheek. This caused the two to playfully punch Zhang Wuji's chest.

After a while, Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu exchanged a glance, their faces flushing red with shyness. They then smiled at each other, surprised that their fellow disciples had ended up with the same man. It was truly a bargain for him. However, thinking of Zhang Wuji, their hearts softened with love, yet they felt a sense of helplessness regarding his absurdity.

Outside Xiangyang, horns sounded incessantly. In the distance, banners fluttered, swords and halberds stood like a forest, and horses galloped back and forth. Xiangyang seemed shrouded in dust; the Mongol army had already surrounded the city.

On the city wall, Guo Jing, sword in hand, oversaw the battle. Huang Rong stood beside him, gazing at the endless Mongol camps outside the city, a sense of unease rising within her. She wondered if they could once again repel the overwhelming enemy. Thinking of this, an image flashed through her mind: Zhang Wuji. She sighed softly, a hint of sorrow and resentment in her voice, thinking, "Wuji, where have you been? More than a decade without a single word. Were all your previous words lies, just a game to me?"

"Rong'er, what's wrong? Are you worried about the situation in Xiangyang?" Guo Jing asked, noticing Huang Rong's furrowed brow.

“Ah…” Huang Rong came back to her senses when she heard Guo Jing’s question. Her pretty face turned red and she said, “Yes, Brother Jing, this time the Mongols are coming in a fierce manner, more powerful than ever before…”

Guo Jing nodded, sighed and did not speak, but the frown on his brows showed his worry.

At dawn the next day, the sound of drums and horns thundered outside the city, signaling the Mongol army's attack. Lu Wende, the pacification commissioner of Xiangyang, and the general in charge of defending the city led their troops to guard the four gates. The Mongols launched a massive assault, countless strong Mongol warriors roaring as they charged towards the city walls. The Song soldiers on the walls relentlessly fired arrows and hurled pre-prepared stones down, creating a hail of arrows and stones. However, the Mongol soldiers were disciplined; facing the arrows and stones overhead, not a single one retreated, only charging forward with shouts.

Then the Mongols erected siege ladders, scaling Xiangyang from all directions. But Xiangyang, having withstood the Mongols for so many years, naturally had its own methods. The Song soldiers within Xiangyang were seasoned veterans; they used wooden planks to push the ladders down the city walls.

The two sides were evenly matched, but after a while, many fierce Mongol soldiers still managed to scale the city walls. These soldiers surged forward relentlessly, and once they reached the top, they immediately began hacking at the Song soldiers on the city walls, disregarding their own lives. A fierce battle raged between the two sides.

The battle lasted from morning until afternoon; the sun was slowly setting, but the Mongols showed no intention of retreating. Countless Mongol soldiers continued to swarm towards Xiangyang like locusts.

Just then, a large banner with nine tassels was raised high, and a troop of men, protected by iron cavalry and accompanied by green umbrellas and yellow canopies, galloped closer. It was none other than the Great Khan M?ngke, personally overseeing the battle. The Mongol Great Khan stood on a small hill, personally directing the battle. Two hundred large drums beat deafeningly beside him, drowning out all other sounds. One by one, centurions and commanders, dead or wounded, their armor stained with blood, were carried down from the front lines.

It was past midnight, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the stars twinkled, illuminating the earth below. The sky was calm and peaceful, but on the ground, over a hundred thousand men were engaged in a fierce, life-or-death battle. This great battle raged from dawn until late at night, with both sides suffering extremely heavy casualties, and the outcome remained undecided. The Song army held the advantage of

terrain, while the Mongol army relied on its superior numbers. After a long battle, suddenly a shout was heard from the vanguard, and a troop of Song soldiers charged towards the hill. M?ngke's personal guards immediately opened fire with arrows to block them. From his high vantage point, M?ngke looked down and saw a Song general wielding two spears, riding a tall horse, charging left and right through the battle formation, unstoppable. Arrows rained down on him, but he deflected them all. M?ngke waved his left hand, and the drumbeats ceased instantly. Turning to his attendants, he asked, "This man is so valiant, do you know who he is?" A general on his left replied, "Your Majesty, this is Guo Jing. Genghis Khan appointed him as the Golden Knife Prince Consort, and he distinguished himself in the Western Expedition." M?ngke exclaimed, "Ah, so it is him! General, your bravery is truly legendary!"

Guo Jing continued to swing his palms, the roar of a dragon echoing across the hill, killing the Mongols around him. He then slaughtered several centurions and chiliarchs before charging towards M?ngke. The guards protecting him were alarmed. Two centurions stepped in front of the Khan, and with a soft thud, an arrow pierced through the first centurion, but its momentum didn't wane, striking the second centurion in the chest, pinning the two together, standing upright before M?ngke. Seeing this, M?ngke's face paled. The guards, protecting the Khan, retreated from the hill.

Seeing this from the city wall, Huang Rong ordered, "Shout! The Mongol Khan is dead!" The soldiers cheered and shouted, "The Mongol Khan is dead! The Mongol Khan is dead!" The people of Xiangyang, having fought the Mongol army for years, had learned a few words of Mongolian, and now someone shouted in Mongolian.

Hearing the shouts, the Mongol soldiers turned to look, only to see the Khan's banner retreating. Around the banner, there was a commotion; in the chaos, they couldn't distinguish truth from falsehood, believing the Khan was truly dead. Instantly, morale plummeted, and the soldiers lost all will to fight, retreating in disarray.

Huang Rong ordered a pursuit, opening the north gate wide. Thirty thousand elite troops rushed out. Yelü Qi's four thousand men had already suffered half their losses; the remainder pressed on. The Mongol soldiers, seasoned in battle, though defeated, did not crumble. The elite troops held the rear, slowly retreating northward, preventing the Song soldiers from getting close. By the time the Mongol troops had all retreated from the four gates, it was already dawn.

The Mongols rested for a day. At dawn the next day, Guo Jing, Huang Rong, and the others appeared on the city wall. Horns sounded, and drums thundered. A force of ten thousand men marched up and lined up on the left side of the high platform, followed by another force of ten thousand men on the right. Once the formation was complete, yet another force of ten thousand men appeared in front of the platform, making a total of four forces of ten thousand men surrounding it. This massive formation stretched for miles, with shield bearers, spearmen, horsemen, crossbowmen, and battering sergeants, layer upon layer, surrounding the platform like an iron barrel.

Suddenly, a horn sounded, the drums stopped, and tens of thousands of men fell silent. Two horses galloped to the foot of the platform. The riders dismounted, joined hands, and climbed onto the platform. Because of the distance, their faces were indistinct, but they appeared to be a man and a woman.

Just as everyone was bewildered, Huang Rong suddenly cried out in alarm and fell backward, fainting. Everyone hurriedly revived her. Guo Jing asked,

"Rong'er, what's wrong?" Huang Rong's face was deathly pale, and she said in a trembling voice, "It's Xiang'er, it's Xiang'er." Everyone was shocked and looked at each other in dismay. Zhu Ziliu said, "Madam Guo, did you see clearly?" Huang Rong said, "Although I couldn't see her face clearly, based on reason, it must be her. The Tartars failed to attack the city, so they resorted to treacherous schemes. They are truly... truly shameless and despicable." After hearing her words, Huang Yaoshi and Zhu Ziliu immediately realized what had happened, their faces filled with indignation. Guo Jing, still puzzled, asked, "How did Xiang'er end up on this high platform? What treacherous scheme did the Tartars employ?"

Huang Rong straightened up and said proudly, "Brother Jing, Xiang'er unfortunately fell into the hands of the Tartars. They built this platform, piled firewood at the foot of it, and placed Xiang'er on it to force you to surrender. If you don't surrender, they will set the platform on fire, causing us, her husband and I, heartbroken and confused, unable to concentrate on defending the city."

In this life, Yang Guo died young, but Guo Xiang still fell into the hands of the Mongols.

Huang Rong, without a word, descended the city wall, thinking to herself, "Wuji, where are you? Do you know our daughter is in danger..." It turned out that Guo Xiang was Huang Rong and Zhang Wuji's daughter. Huang Rong had told Guo Jing and the others that she was an orphan from the battle of Xiangyang City. Seeing how adorable she was, she wanted to adopt her as her daughter. Guo Jing, feeling guilty towards Huang Rong due to his health, didn't object and instead treated her like his own daughter, naming her Guo Xiang. Coupled with the disappearance of Guo Fu, Guo Jing and the others doted on Guo Xiang.

As the others discussed how to rescue Guo Xiang, suddenly the city gate opened, and a rider charged northward—it was Huang Rong. Everyone was greatly alarmed. Guo Jing, Huang Yaoshi, Yideng, Zhu Ziliu, and others quickly mounted their horses and gave chase.

The group rode to a high platform, stopping where the enemy's powerful bows couldn't reach them. There, they saw a beautiful young girl tied to a wooden stake—it was Guo Xiang.

Although Guo Jing was annoyed by her frequent troublemaking, how could he not be anxious for his daughter? He shouted loudly, "Xiang'er, don't worry, your father and mother are here to save you!" His voice, clear and resonant, carried across the high platform, brimming with inner strength. Guo Xiang, already drowsy from the sun, suddenly heard her father's voice and exclaimed joyfully, "Father, Mother!"

The Golden Wheel Monk laughed heartily and said loudly, "Great Hero Guo, if you want me to release your daughter, it's not difficult at all. It just depends on whether you have the courage and backbone." Guo Jing, always calm and composed, remained steadfast even in perilous situations. Hearing the Monk's words, he didn't get angry and said, "What difficulties does the Monk have? Please instruct me." The Monk said, "If you have the loving heart of a parent, then immediately surrender and bind yourself. One for one, and I will release your daughter immediately." He knew that Guo Jing was a man of great principles and would never sacrifice the lives of the entire city of Xiangyang for his daughter, so he provoked him, hoping that Guo Jing would show his courage and fall into his trap. But Guo Jing wasn't about to fall for his trick. He said, "If the Tartars weren't afraid of me, why would they make things difficult for my little daughter? Since they are afraid of me, how could I, a man of principle, easily die?"

The Dharma King sneered, "People say that Great Hero Guo's martial arts are superb and his bravery unparalleled, but it turns out he's just a coward who loves his life." This provocation might have worked on someone else, but Guo Jing, with the safety of the entire city at stake, simply smiled faintly and ignored him.

These words enraged Wu Santong and Sishui Yuyin. The two swung their iron hammers, brandished their oars, and charged forward on horseback. Thousands of Mongol archers drew their bows, pointed their arrows at the two men, and were about to shoot them like porcupines as they drew near. Seeing the situation was dire, Master Yideng leaped off his horse and, in three bounds, blocked his two disciples' horses. With a flick of his sleeve, he blocked their path and shouted, "Go back!" Wu Santong and Sishui Yuyin, driven by youthful impetuosity, knew full well that this journey would be a death sentence. Seeing their master's obstruction, they reined in their horses and turned back. The Mongol soldiers, seeing the elderly monk catch up with the galloping horses, couldn't help but cheer like thunder.

The Dharma King said, “Great Hero Guo, your daughter is clever and quick-witted. I originally liked her very much and intended to take her as my disciple and pass on my mantle. But the Great Khan has decreed that if you do not surrender, she will be burned on this high platform. Don't think that just because you are heartbroken for your daughter, I also feel sorry for her. Please reconsider.”

Guo Jing snorted. He saw forty soldiers holding torches standing by the pile of firewood below the platform, waiting for the Dharma King's order to light the fire. Four troop units of ten thousand men guarded this high platform so tightly. How could flesh and blood possibly break through? Moreover, even if they got close, the platform would be engulfed in flames, and how could they possibly rescue their daughter?

He had long served in the Mongol army and knew that the Mongols were known for their cruelty in warfare. When they conquered territory, they would massacre cities, and in a single day, they could slaughter tens of thousands of women and children. Burning Guo Xiang to death would be as easy as crushing an ant. Raising her head, she gazed at her daughter's haggard face and felt a pang of sorrow. She cried out, "Xiang'er, listen! You are a good daughter of the Song Dynasty. Be brave and die for your cause. Do not be afraid. Your parents cannot save you today, but we will surely kill this wicked monk to avenge you. Do you understand?" Guo Xiang nodded tearfully and cried out, "Father, Mother, I am not afraid!"

Chapter 63 The Battle of Xiangyang, The End of Condor Heroes (Part Two)

The group returned to the city wall and stood atop it. Huang Rong stared blankly at the high platform, her mind in turmoil. Yideng said, "The Tartars are well-disciplined. To save Xiang'er, we must first find a way to disrupt the four 10,000-strong detachments surrounding the high platform." Huang Yaoshi said, "Exactly." After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Let's use the Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation to fight the Tartars." Huang Rong lowered her head and said, "Even if we win, what if the Tartars set the platform on fire?" Guo Jing said proudly, "We will fight bravely. Xiang'er's life or death is up to fate. Father-in-law, may I ask how the Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation is set up?"

So Huang Yaoshi began to explain the Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation, which is divided into five elements and directions. After selecting the generals and familiarizing themselves with it for a while, they led the troops out of the city. Each soldier in the Eastern Route Army carried an extremely long wooden stake. Reaching the eastern end of the high platform, a thousand soldiers, shields in hand, charged forward to block arrows, while the remaining seven thousand dropped their stakes, striking one here and one there. While seemingly chaotic, the eight thousand stakes were actually positioned according to Huang Yaoshi's drawing, arranged according to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, instantly sealing off the eastern end of the platform.

The Western Route Army, primarily composed of Quanzhen Taoists, were well-versed in the Big Dipper Formation. Their longswords flashed like snow, seven men in groups of seven, forty-nine in clusters, weaving left and right, surging forward like a swarm of bees. The Mongol soldiers were bewildered and could only fire arrows to block them.

The Northern Army, led by Huang Rong and her Beggars' Sect disciples, used water cannons to spray poison onto the Mongol soldiers. The poison caused immediate, excruciating pain, and within moments, blisters and rotted. Unable to withstand the onslaught, the Mongol army retreated south.

Smoke billowed from the south, a result of Master Yideng leading eight thousand men in a fire attack, with bursts of sulfur and saltpeter spewing from fire-breathing iron tubes. Seeing the situation turn against them, the Mongol army immediately retreated to the center. Guo Jing led eight thousand troops, slowly advancing after them. Seeing the Mongol army in disarray, he immediately led his army forward, charging straight at the high platform.

The Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation subtly incorporated the principles of the Five Elements' mutual generation and restraint. Master Yideng's red flag on the southern route rushed towards the center, Guo Jing's yellow flag army headed west, Zhou Botong's Quanzhen Sect white flag army charged north, Huang Rong's black flag army of Beggar Clan disciples moved east, and Huang Yaoshi's green flag army turned south. This great cycle of the Five Elements is fire generating earth, earth generating metal, metal generating water, water generating wood, and wood generating fire. Although the Song army numbered only forty thousand, their formation was exquisite, their leaders were all martial arts masters, and every Song soldier was grateful to Guo Jing and his wife, determined to risk their lives to save their beloved daughter. Therefore, even though the Mongols outnumbered them by two, they could not withstand the attack.

Standing atop the high platform, the Golden Wheel Monk watched the battle below, secretly astonished. He had already failed to decipher Huang Rong's simple earthen formation, let alone Huang Yaoshi, whose true skill far surpassed hers. This Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation, deployed under the guidance of five contemporary masters, was undeniably impressive. Seeing the Mongol soldiers suffering increasing casualties as the Yellow Banner Army advanced step by step towards the platform, he, though using Guo Xiang as leverage, ultimately couldn't bring himself to actually set her ablaze. He turned to glance at her; though her hands were bound, she had raised her head, showing no fear. The Dharma King said, "Little Guo Xiang, quickly tell your father to surrender. I will count from

one to ten. If your father doesn't surrender, I will order the fire to be lit." Guo Xiang said, "Count as you like. Don't even mention counting from one to ten, try counting to one thousand or ten thousand." The Dharma King angrily said, "Do you think I really wouldn't dare burn you to death?" Guo Xiang coldly said, "I just feel sorry for you." The Dharma King angrily said, "What am I pitiful about?" Guo Xiang said, "You can't beat my father and mother, you can't beat my maternal grandfather, Master Huang, you can't beat Master Yideng, you can't beat..." However, the old rascal Zhou Botong only managed to tie me up here. Even if I were just a lowly soldier in Xiangyang, I wouldn't be as despicable and shameless as you. Dharma King, let me give you some advice.” The Dharma King gritted his teeth and asked, “What advice do you have for me?” Guo Xiang said, “What's the point of living like you? You might as well jump off this platform and take your own life!”

Guo Xiang had already disregarded life and death. She had been sharp-tongued since childhood, never one to back down, and these words nearly made the Dharma King's chest burst with rage. He shouted, "Guo Jing, listen up: I'll count to ten. If you don't surrender, I'll order the platform to be set on fire!" Guo Jing replied, "Do you think I, Guo Jing, am a surrenderer?"

Huang Yaoshi shouted in Mongolian, "Golden Wheel Monk, your misjudgment of the enemy is unwise; your bullying of a weak woman is inhumane; your reluctance to engage us in a true battle is cowardly. What kind of hero are you, so lacking in wisdom, benevolence, and courage? Capture me in the Valley of Heartbreak and kowtow eighteen times to the young girl Guo Xiang!" "Kowtowing and begging for mercy, she finally let you go. You ungrateful, cowardly wretch, do you still have the face to hold the position of the First National Preceptor of Mongolia?" He

kowtowed to Guo Xiang, begging for mercy, but this was not actually the case. Huang Yaoshi, shrewd and calculating, had Huang Rong translate these words of rebuke against the Dharma King into Mongolian before the campaign began, memorizing them. Now, he spoke them aloud with powerful breath, so that even amidst the shouts and fierce battle of thousands, everyone could understand them, leaving the Dharma King in a dilemma—to neither argue nor remain silent. The Mongols have always respected warriors and despised cowards. Hearing Huang Yaoshi's words, the soldiers looked up at the high platform with contempt. In battle, the one with the stronger spirit wins. Hearing their commander's despicable and shameless words, the Mongol soldiers' morale collapsed. The Song soldiers, however, fought bravely, striving to be the first to charge.

Seeing the situation was dire, the Dharma King shouted, "Guo Jing, listen! I'll count to ten. The moment I utter the word 'ten,' your beloved daughter will be reduced to ashes. One...two...three...four..." He paused after each word, hoping that Guo Jing would finally succumb to the torment and, even if he didn't surrender, would be thrown into madness.

"Eight...nine...ten! Alright, light the fire!" Instantly, the firewood piled beside the platform caught fire, and thick smoke rose.

Huang Rong watched the flames rise amidst the black smoke, her face turning deathly pale, swaying precariously. Suddenly, a thunderous shout rang out in the distance, and tens of thousands of Mongol soldiers in armor clanged as they surged out from both sides, heading straight for Xiangyang.

Guo Jing cried out in alarm, "Oh no! We've fallen for the Tartars' diversionary tactic..." Just as he was about to retreat, a deafening roar echoed from the sky: "How dare you..." This roar was like a thunderclap, truly shaking the entire battlefield, causing everyone to tremble and nearly collapse. For a moment, everyone fell silent, forgetting the battle.

A figure descended from the sky, carrying an ancient purple sword—it was Zhang Wuji. Upon seeing Zhang Wuji, Huang Rong looked at him excitedly, her delicate body trembling slightly, her face filled with joy.

After finding Xiaolongnü that day, Zhang Wuji and Li Mochou stayed in the small town for a few days, preparing to go to Xiangyang to find Huang Rong. However, they learned on the way that the Mongols were besieging Xiangyang, so they quickly rushed towards Xiangyang. But the area outside Xiangyang was full of Mongol troops. Zhang Wuji told Xiaolongnü and Li Mochou to stay on the outskirts while he flew towards Xiangyang. In mid-air, he saw the high platform built by the Mongols and, remembering the plot in the original novel, shouted, "How dare you..."

Jinlun Fawang had seen Zhang Wuji before and knew that he was skilled in martial arts. Now, seeing Zhang Wuji flying through the air, he was even more alarmed. He knew he couldn't let Zhang Wuji get close, so he shouted, "Fire arrows..."

The Mongols on the outskirts of the platform nocked arrows and shot them at Zhang Wuji. "Be careful..." Huang Rong exclaimed in alarm, looking at Zhang Wuji with worry. At this time, everyone's attention was focused on Zhang Wuji, so Guo Jing and the others did not notice Huang Rong's worry.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji activated his purple aura, forming a purple membrane around himself. Arrows shot at the membrane fell to the ground. Zhang Wuji quickly approached the platform, wielding his Xuanyuan Sword. A sword beam tens of meters long shot out from the tip, slashing towards the Mongols at the edge of the platform. "Pfft, pfft!" sounds rang out repeatedly. Wherever the sword beam passed, all the Mongol soldiers were cut in half at the waist, blood flowing everywhere.

Zhang Wuji fell behind Guo Xiang, the Xuanyuan Sword severing the ropes binding her. He reached out and pulled Guo Xiang into his arms. Guo Xiang, momentarily stunned, stared blankly at Zhang Wuji. Upon seeing Zhang Wuji, Jinlun Fawang (Golden Wheel Monk) immediately intervened, despite his fear of Zhang Wuji's martial arts prowess. He shot his golden wheel at Zhang Wuji, who looked at him with disdain. Previously, Zhang Wuji hadn't considered killing Jinlun Fawang for fear of altering the plot and causing him to time-travel. Now, however, he was in the later stages of the Condor Heroes world, and Jinlun Fawang had already been killed in this battle. Zhang Wuji no longer hesitated. He slashed at Jinlun Fawang with his Xuanyuan Sword, a purple sword light emanating from the tip, cleaving the golden wheel in two. Jinlun Fawang tried to dodge, but the sword light was too fast and he couldn't avoid it. He watched in horror as the sword light passed over his head and slid down.

When the sword light disappeared, Jinlun Fawang stood there in shock, blood slowly seeping from his forehead. With a "plop," his body split in two.

Upon seeing Jinlun Fawang's death, both the Song and Mongol armies cried out in unison. The Song army cheered, while the Mongol soldiers screamed in terror.

Zhang Wuji carried Guo Xiang down the high platform. Huang Rong, seeing her beloved daughter had finally escaped death, burst into tears of joy and rushed to her side. Zhang Wuji, seeing Huang Rong, was visibly moved, his eyes burning as he gazed at her. Huang Rong, seeing Zhang Wuji's gaze, felt her heart pounding with delight, giving him a charmingly reproachful look. However, this was not the time for her to express her feelings to Zhang Wuji. Huang Rong reached Guo Xiang's side and embraced her, calling out, "Xiang'er..."

"Mother..." Guo Xiang was also somewhat moved. She had thought she would never see her mother again, but unexpectedly, she had been rescued. She couldn't help but glance at Zhang Wuji, seeing his handsome and valiant appearance, her heart pounding. Zhang Wuji's excellent looks, coupled with his heroic feat of flying through the air, had left a deep impression on Guo Xiang. His rescue had further increased her affection for him, and the young girl's heart fluttered.

Below the platform, the Mongol army, seeing their commander dead, immediately scattered. Then, with five Song armies attacking from both sides, they were quickly routed. Guo Jing raised his arms and shouted, "Return to Xiangyang! Kill that Tartar Khan!" The Song army responded with shouts and turned to charge towards the Mongol army that was attacking the city.

Huang Rong and Zhang Wuji embraced passionately for a while before separating. Huang Rong looked at Zhang Wuji with sparkling almond eyes, her charm boundless, making Zhang Wuji's heart burn with desire. He gazed at her intensely. Huang Rong blushed and said, "Wuji, thank you..."

Guo Xiang, clearly oblivious to the exchange between Huang Rong and Zhang Wuji, simply looked at Zhang Wuji happily and whispered, "Big brother, thank you, you're so amazing..."

Huang Rong's face changed upon hearing Guo Xiang's address, but remembering that her relationship with Zhang Wuji couldn't be exposed, she quickly regained her composure. Zhang Wuji led over several stray warhorses running amok and said, "I'll clear the way, let's charge back together!"

The three mounted their horses, and Zhang Wuji used his Xuanyuan Sword to clear the path, the purple sword light constantly killing the enemies around them. They soon returned to the gates of Xiangyang City. Zhang Wuji said, "Auntie, you go back first, I'll go kill the enemy..."

"Be careful..." Huang Rong and Guo Xiang said in unison. As soon as they finished speaking, Huang Rong's pretty face flushed red with embarrassment, while Guo Xiang didn't notice her mother's unusual state.

"Hmm..." Zhang Wuji nodded and charged out of the city.

Chapter 64 The Battle of Xiangyang, The End of The Condor Heroes (Part 3)

Zhang Wuji spurred his horse and charged towards the Mongol army, specifically targeting areas with large Mongol populations. His right hand wielded the Xuanyuan Sword, its twenty-meter-long purple light slashing at the Mongols, each strike killing eighty or ninety men. His left hand continuously threw the Three-Part Returning Qi and the World-Controlling Sword Technique into the Mongol army. By the time Zhang Wuji reached the army, he had already killed at least a thousand people.

Facing the surging Mongols charging towards Zhang Wuji, he swung his Xuanyuan Sword, unleashing the Imperial Sword Technique. A purple sword light shot out, enveloping an area of a hundred meters in radius, tearing all the Mongol soldiers within it to shreds.

"Ah...he's a demon..." Faced with Zhang Wuji's terrifying power, someone cried out, and fear instantly spread.

"Ah...demon...run..."

Although the Mongols were formidable, they too were afraid of Zhang Wuji's inhuman methods. The Mongols in front of Zhang Wuji quickly turned and fled.

Zhang Wuji pursued relentlessly, his Xuanyuan Sword slashing and killing Mongol soldiers. Seeing Zhang Wuji chasing the Mongols alone, the Song army cheered, their morale soaring. Zhang Wuji charged across the battlefield, attacking wherever the Mongols were most numerous. Finally, upon seeing Zhang Wuji approaching, the Mongols screamed and fled back, while the Song army relentlessly pursued them.

In the blink of an eye, they had covered several miles. Upon seeing M?ngke's entourage, Zhang Wuji leaped towards them. Seeing Zhang Wuji's fierce advance, two hundred-man squads of M?ngke's personal guards rushed to block him. Zhang Wuji swung his Xuanyuan Sword, slaying them all. He continued charging towards M?ngke without stopping. M?ngke's personal guards risked their lives to block him, while halberdiers charged forward, shielding him from the M?ngke Khan. Seeing the situation was dire, M?ngke pulled on the reins and spurred his horse away.

Zhang Wuji charged into the ranks of the halberdiers, relentlessly wielding his Xuanyuan Sword. In an instant, blood and flesh flew everywhere as he sliced the halberdiers to pieces. Soon, all the halberdiers were dead. Looking up, he saw M?ngke galloping forward. Zhang Wuji smiled, quickly floating forward and arriving behind M?ngke in the blink of an eye. With a flick of his sword, M?ngke's head flew off, blood spurting from his neck. His body lurched forward with his horse for a while before collapsing to the ground.

Seeing this, both armies, those on and below the city walls, forgot their battle, all eyes fixed on him, shouting in unison. Upon seeing M?ngke's death, the Mongol army cried out in despair, their morale plummeting, losing all will to fight, and retreating in panic. Guo Jing and his men, seeing Zhang Wuji kill M?ngke, roared, "The Mongol Khan is dead! Soldiers, follow me to kill the enemy..."

"Roar..." The Song army cheered in unison, following Guo Jing and his men out of the city. The Mongol morale was utterly shattered, and their army retreated in disarray, relentlessly pursued by Guo Jing and his men, until the Mongol blood flowed like a river as they fled in disarray.

As Guo Jing and his men pursued, they suddenly saw an enemy army approaching from the west, their ranks remarkably orderly, with the banner of the Fourth Prince Kublai Khan raised high. The Mongol army suffered a crushing defeat, and there was no way to recover them quickly. Although Kublai Khan was strict in disciplining his troops, the overwhelming tide of defeated soldiers threw his forces into disarray. Seeing the unfavorable situation, Kublai Khan led a rearguard to cover the retreat, slowly withdrawing northward. Guo Jing and his men pursued for over thirty li, but seeing the Mongol army's retreat continuing unabated, Lü Wende repeatedly sent messengers to summon Guo Jing back to defend the city. Only then did the Song army return in triumph

. The Mongol Khan was killed, and his army had been decimated by the Song army and Zhang Wuji, leaving Kublai Khan with no choice but to retreat. Guo Jing led his army back to the outskirts of Xiangyang, where the pacification commissioner Lü Wende, along with his personal guards and officers, had already arrived with great fanfare, lining up outside the city to welcome them. The common people also crowded outside the city, offering wine, incense, and candles, and bowing in gratitude.

Guo Jing was searching for Zhang Wuji, but he was nowhere to be found on the battlefield. Huang Rong and Guo Xiang, worried by his absence, quickly sent people to inquire, only to learn that Zhang Wuji had gone to the outskirts of Xiangyang. Guo Jing was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't see his great hero, Zhang Wuji.

Meanwhile, after killing Mongke, Zhang Wuji fought on the battlefield for a while. Seeing the Song army routing the Mongols, victory seemed imminent. He then headed towards where Xiaolongnü and Li Mochou were.

Xiaolongnü and Li Mochou were not far from the battleground in Xiangyang. When Zhang Wuji joined the fight, they were extremely worried. Hearing the bugles and sounds of battle, they were filled with anxiety. They wanted to find him, but had told the two to wait for him there. They also feared that going to the battlefield would distract him. Although they were skilled in martial arts, they were still just ordinary people in the martial world and wouldn't know what to do on the battlefield. Moreover, being outnumbered, they wouldn't be of much use. So they could only wait anxiously in place.

Seeing Zhang Wuji return safely, the two women breathed a sigh of relief. They rushed forward to check him over, and only when they saw that he was unharmed did they finally relax. Li Mochou said worriedly, "Wuji, don't take such risks next time. You've worried us to death..." Xiaolongnu looked at Zhang Wuji with pleading eyes.

"Okay, I won't take risks next time. It was my fault..." Zhang Wuji comforted her repeatedly.

The three talked for a while longer, and Zhang Wuji recounted the entire battlefield incident to them. Hearing how Zhang Wuji displayed his might on the battlefield, routing the Mongols and even killing the Mongol Khan M?ngke, Li Mochou and Xiaolongnu looked at their beloved husband with admiration and pride.

After a while, the three headed towards Xiangyang City. Along the way, people who had seen Zhang Wuji cheered and looked at him with admiration. Upon entering Xiangyang and seeing Zhang Wuji appear, someone immediately said, "Guo Jing, the City Lord's Prince." The group arrived at the inn, and soon after, Guo Jing and his companions arrived, along with Huang Rong and Guo Xiang. They gazed at Zhang Wuji with joyful eyes, Huang Rong's gaze filled with deep affection that almost melted Zhang Wuji's heart.

Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou, not wanting to see anyone else, did not appear; only Zhang Wuji showed up. Although Guo Jing and the others were not very familiar with Zhang Wuji, they were very enthusiastic towards this great hero, and they welcomed him to the city lord's mansion.

Every household in Xiangyang was adorned with colorful decorations, and joy filled the air. Although some fathers, brothers, and sons had perished in the battle, the victory and the fall of the city somewhat lessened the grief.

That evening, a grand victory banquet was held at the Pacification Commissioner's office, and Lü Wende wanted to invite Zhang Wuji to sit in the head seat. Zhang Wuji refused no matter what. After much polite refusal, Master Yideng was finally chosen as the head seat, followed by Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi, Guo Jing, and Huang Rong, with Zhang Wuji and Yelü Qi taking the second place. The heroes discussed the day's battles with great enthusiasm.

Although Zhang Wuji had taken Guo Fu away in this life, and Yelü Qi hadn't become Guo Jing's son-in-law, he was still valued by Guo Jing and Huang Rong and taken in as their disciple, eventually becoming the leader of the Beggars' Sect. After several rounds of drinks, officials, generals, and gentry from the city came to toast Guo Jing and Zhang Wuji, praising the heroes' great strategies and extraordinary martial arts. That night, the heroes drank until late, dispersing in a drunken stupor.

During the banquet, Zhang Wuji kept staring at Huang Rong with burning eyes, making her blush slightly, feeling both happy and nervous. She gave Zhang Wuji a shy and charming glance. In their joy, no one used their internal energy to neutralize the alcohol, and most were quite drunk. Only Huang Rong, Guo Xiang, and Zhang Wuji remained sober. After everyone left, Zhang Wuji sneaked into the mansion and found Huang Rong. Huang Rong, knowing Zhang Wuji had returned for her, had been waiting in the courtyard. She was overjoyed to see him enter, but immediately turned her back to him.

Zhang Wuji came up behind her and embraced her softly, asking, "Rong'er, what's wrong?"

Huang Rong gently twisted her body, retorting, "Who is your Rong'er? You've been gone for over ten years without a trace..."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji realized Huang Rong was upset about his departure, and said, "Rong'er, I'm sorry, but there's a reason..." He then told Huang Rong about his past.

Although Huang Rong was somewhat surprised by Zhang Wuji's experiences, she believed him. She didn't hate him much to begin with, and now that he had explained, she forgave him.

Huang Rong nestled comfortably in Zhang Wuji's arms, silently savoring their breaths. After a while, Zhang Wuji asked, "Rong'er, where is our daughter?" Although he had already guessed who she was, he still wanted to hear the exact answer.

"Didn't you see her today? It's Xiang'er. Luckily, you saved her..." Huang Rong said.

Hearing that Guo Xiang was his daughter, Zhang Wuji felt a mix of emotions. After a long silence, he whispered in Huang Rong's ear, "Rong'er... let's rest..."

Huang Rong let out a soft moan, her body going limp in Zhang Wuji's arms. She was both shy and happy, giving him a charming glance without speaking. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji could no longer resist. He picked up Huang Rong and, following her directions, led her into the room.

He placed Huang Rong on the bed and quickly removed her clothes, revealing a flawless, mature body before his eyes. Huang Rong's breasts were full and round, high and firm, with pale pink areolas and nipples deeply embedded in them, making them exceptionally cute. The two mounds trembled precariously, making her look truly pitiful.

Zhang Wuji, smelling the faint fragrance emanating from Huang Rong, couldn't help but reach out and pull her into his arms. Huang Rong said shyly, "Wuji..." Although she and Zhang Wuji had already shared a physical union, she was still a little shy being stared at so openly by him. She buried her head in his chest and said, "Wuji, don't look at me like that, it's so embarrassing!"

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Hehe, what will make you even more embarrassed is yet to come!"

With that, Zhang Wuji embraced Huang Rong tightly, kissing her face, nose, forehead, earlobes, and neck deeply, finally kissing her lips. Finally, Zhang Wuji kissed Huang Rong's alluring, slightly upturned lips. He slipped his tongue between her slightly parted teeth, teasing her, and then sucked her soft, fragrant tongue into his mouth.

After a while, Zhang Wuji lowered his head and kissed one of Huang Rong's nipples, gently licking and biting it with his teeth. One hand lightly pressed against Huang Rong's other full breast, his palm cupping and squeezing the flesh, his fingers pinching and teasing the nipple.

Zhang Wuji gently licked Huang Rong's tender nipples with the tip of his tongue, and lightly caressed her smooth, creamy breasts with his hands. He couldn't resist alternating between sucking and biting Huang Rong's nipples, causing her to feel a tingling sensation throughout her body, and she involuntarily moaned, "Ah...ah...Wuji...ah..."

Zhang Wuji kissed his way down Huang Rong's breasts, then down her slender waist and lower abdomen, his hand already reaching her soft mons pubis between her legs. He lightly scratched at her thick, dark pubic hair, then pressed his palm against her tender mons pubis, gently rubbing it, the full labia sliding lightly in his palm.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Stimulated by this, Huang Rong's body trembled, and slippery fluid seeped from her mons pubis.

Zhang Wuji opened Huang Rong's vulva with his hands, inserting his fingers inside, naturally touching the hot, trembling flesh. He began to tease her there, and soon the slippery, lustful fluid began to seep out incessantly.

Huang Rong involuntarily twisted her delicate body as Zhang Wuji's tongue and fingers transported her to a blissful, ethereal state. She couldn't help but moan softly, "Ah... um... ooh... oh... uh... Wuji... ah... so comfortable... ooh... ah..."

Zhang Wuji's fingers gently thrust in and out of Huang Rong's vagina. Her vagina was already wet and slippery, and as his fingers moved in and out, his fingertips probed and dug into the tender flesh inside, rubbing her delicate clitoris.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore... oh... Wuji... ah... I'm coming... ah... ah..." Huang Rong's body arched violently, her hips convulsing, and her vagina gushed out a gush of hot liquid.

Zhang Wuji withdrew his finger, which was covered in a wet liquid. He gently wiped it on Huang Rong's delicate lips, smearing all her vaginal fluid onto her rosy lips. Huang Rong, immersed in her orgasm, was completely infatuated, her tongue unconsciously licking her lips, swirling all the fluid into her mouth, a truly lewd sight.

Zhang Wuji took off his clothes and extended one hand to place his penis at Huang Rong's vulva. He rubbed the head of his penis against it, gathering even more vaginal fluid. He aimed the head of his penis at Huang Rong's vulva and thrust forward forcefully. The large head of his penis had already spread her vulva open, halfway into Huang Rong's vagina, the head

of his penis slamming against her clitoris. "Ah..." Huang Rong screamed suddenly, her vagina contracting rapidly, a large amount of vaginal fluid seeping out.

Zhang Wuji began to slowly thrust in and out, making "plop plop" sounds. "Ah...ah...Wuji...oh...faster...ah...ah..."

Zhang Wuji's thrusting speed increased, and the "plop, plop" sounds became more rapid. Huang Rong couldn't help but cry out with pleasure, waving her arms and legs. With her movements, her white breasts swayed constantly, dancing in front of Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji pressed his hands against Huang Rong's breasts, bending down to suckle them fiercely, kneading them vigorously until her rounded peaks were flat and round, like dough.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji thrust deeply, his penis penetrating her vagina.

Huang Rong cried out in pain as his glans forced open her cervix. The impact sent waves of tingling pleasure through her uterus, a tingling, aching sensation shooting straight to her chest. Immediately, she felt the urge to urinate, her vaginal fluids flowing uncontrollably, making her blush deeply.

"Ah...ah...ah...Wuji, it feels so good...ah...it's coming...ah...ah..." Huang Rong's body convulsed, her legs clamping tightly around Zhang Wuji, her vaginal fluids gushing out and spraying inside.

Zhang Wuji continued to thrust his hips, his penis pumping forcefully inside Huang Rong's vagina. His penis was like a hot iron rod, grinding its way into her narrow vagina, making Huang Rong's vagina feel incredibly good, especially the large glans, which constantly impacted her clitoris, making it feel sore, numb, and tingling, with an indescribable pleasure.

"Ah... Wuji... so good... ah... ah... I'm going to die... ah... ah... Wuji... ah... fuck me to death... ah..." Huang Rong moaned and cried out incessantly.

Zhang Wuji felt like he was going crazy, his thick, long penis thrusting into her trembling vulva with abandon, each time penetrating deep into her uterus, his large testicles constantly slamming against her vulva.

Huang Rong felt waves of tingling sensations rising again, even stronger than before, and she trembled even more violently, her breasts swelling considerably, swaying irregularly from side to side with her body's trembling. Waves of pleasure washed over her, her uterus contracting incessantly as if in spasms. Her labia, like thirsty fish, rubbed against Zhang Wuji's burning penis, opening and closing rhythmically.

Zhang Wuji thrust into Huang Rong with such intensity that she felt as if she were dying and being reborn. Waves of tingling sensations spread from Huang Rong's uterus throughout her entire body, and her vaginal fluids gushed uncontrollably, like a torrent bursting through a breached mountain. Every pore on her body dilated, and she was quickly overwhelmed by the overwhelming climax.

"Ah... I'm dying... Ah..." Sixteen years of pent-up lust made this climax exceptionally fierce. Her vaginal fluids gushed out continuously, her delicate body trembled incessantly, and her face showed a deep, infatuated expression.

Huang Rong's small mouth opened and closed, and her whole body went limp, lying motionless on the bed, panting heavily. Her entire body was soaked in sweat.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji felt his own climax approaching and thrust wildly dozens of times, simultaneously ejaculating deep into Huang Rong's vagina. The thick semen sent another spasm through Huang Rong's body.

Meanwhile, Guo Xiang wanted to speak with Zhang Wuji, but the banquet kept her busy, leaving no opportunity. Finally, when everyone dispersed, Zhang Wuji was nowhere to be found. Guo Xiang assumed he had returned to the inn and went to look for him. Although she felt it wasn't the right time, she longed to see him and speak with him.

Arriving at the inn, she found no sign of Zhang Wuji and was somewhat disappointed. However, she did see Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou. Hearing that both were Zhang Wuji's women, she felt a mixture of disappointment and anticipation. Unable to find Zhang Wuji, Guo Xiang stayed to investigate Xiaolongnu and Li Mochou. Li Mochou, by nature, disliked talking to others, while Xiaolongnu took a liking to the innocent and pure Guo Xiang. The two chatted happily and soon became friends.

The next day, Zhang Wuji and Huang Rong woke up, dressed, and were about to go out when Zhang Wuji felt a force around him, as if trying to push him out. Knowing he was likely to time-travel again, he immediately put Huang Rong into his spatial storage and flew towards the inn. Upon arriving at the Da Re Inn, only Li Mochou was there. He quickly inquired about Xiaolongnü's whereabouts and put Li Mochou into his spatial storage.

It turned out Xiaolongnü had been taken away by Guo Xiang. Zhang Wuji, with his spiritual senses fully activated and knowing they hadn't gone far, soon spotted them. As he approached, the surroundings blurred, and his figure gradually disappeared. Zhang Wuji panicked, but couldn't get close to Xiaolongnü. He could only shout, "Long'er, wait for me in the Ancient Tomb... I will come back..." With that, Zhang Wuji vanished from the world.

Xiaolongnü, knowing Zhang Wuji's origins, wasn't surprised by his disappearance, but was still somewhat saddened. Guo Xiang, however, stared in astonishment at the spot where Zhang Wuji had vanished.

Chapter 65 Returning to the Heaven

Sword and Dragon Saber Zhang Wuji felt a sudden dizziness, then his whole body jolted. When he regained his senses, he saw the familiar stone chamber and the alluring, panting Xiaolongnu beneath him. Zhang Wuji's spirits lifted. "Could I be back in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world?" After carefully examining his surroundings, Zhang Wuji was certain that he had indeed returned to the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world. Moreover, time in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world had not advanced during his absence, meaning he had returned to the time he left.

Relieved after confirming his location, Zhang Wuji suddenly felt a jolt, his dantian churning. He quickly checked his internal condition and saw the true qi within his dantian rapidly spinning before exploding with a "bang." The spinning true qi rapidly surged outwards from the dantian, causing it to expand outwards, nearly doubling in size. Then, the true qi slowly stopped its impact and began to recede and contract into a ball, spinning rapidly before finally separating into a liquid state. The liquid true qi circulated within Zhang Wuji's body for several cycles, filling his entire dantian.

Once Zhang Wuji's inner energy had calmed, he turned his gaze to the Human Emperor's form. The Human Emperor's purple aura had intensified, with waves of purple energy swirling around him. His right hand held the Xuanyuan Sword, while his left hand held a simple, ancient seal engraved with the images of the Five Heavenly Emperors: Taihao, Yandi, Shaohao, and Zhuanxu, representing the east, south, west, and north, respectively, and the Yellow Emperor in the center. A golden dragon coiled around the seal. This was the Kongtong Seal mentioned in the *Huangdi Neijing* (Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic).

The Xuanyuan Sword was for killing, while the Kongtong Seal's function was suppression. The Kongtong Seal was the Human Emperor's credentials, capable of gathering the beliefs of all people to suppress the world. It could be said that the larger the territory ruled and the more people it had, the greater the power of the Kongtong Seal. Although the current power of the Kongtong Seal was unknown, the amplification effect of the Xuanyuan Sword demonstrated its extraordinary nature.

Zhang Wuji fully understood the situation within his body and focused his consciousness on the space. However, this time his physical body didn't enter; he only probed the situation inside with his consciousness. He saw that Yin Susu and the others had recovered. At this moment, everyone was looking at each other. Lin Chaoying, Li Mochou, Huang Rong, and Guo Fu were unfamiliar with this place and were looking at it with surprise, somewhat at a loss. Moreover, Zhang Wuji was nowhere to be seen. Yin Susu, on the other hand, was curious about Lin Chaoying and the others, knowing that they must be Zhang Wuji's women to have entered the space, but since they were not familiar with each other, she didn't know how to bring it up.

Seeing the situation inside, Zhang Wuji felt a headache coming on. It was better for him not to appear in this situation. Moreover, there was a beauty outside who had waited for him for nearly a hundred years. If he hadn't gone to the Condor Heroes world, Zhang Wuji wouldn't have understood Xiaolongnu's suffering, but now that he knew Xiaolongnu had been waiting for him in the Ancient Tomb for over eighty years, Zhang Wuji felt both heartache and pain, and his heart was filled with endless pity.

Seeing that there was nothing amiss in the spatial realm, Zhang Wuji exited and returned to reality. Upon returning, he immediately felt a significant change within himself. His physical strength had more than doubled, and he could clearly sense the movement of spiritual energy in the air—a sign of his Void Refinement stage comprehending the power of heaven and earth. Based on his internal condition, Zhang Wuji determined he was currently in the mid-Void Refinement stage. The Kongtong Seal had also fully coalesced. In the Condor Heroes world, Zhang Wuji had been puzzled as to why he couldn't coalesce the Kongtong Seal, but unexpectedly, it was completed instantly upon returning to the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world. Most importantly, Zhang Wuji felt that the entire world had completely accepted him. Previously, before reaching the Void Refinement stage, he couldn't comprehend the world and was unaware of the rejection of his Human Emperor body by the rules of heaven and earth. However, he was acutely aware of the feeling of being rejected and transmigrated by the rules of heaven and earth in the Condor Heroes world. Now, he felt none of that feeling, not even the slightest bit. While it wasn't that heaven and earth were particularly close to him, he could still feel the joy of nature.

"Hmm..." By this time, Xiaolongnu had regained consciousness and let out a soft hum. Zhang Wuji was startled awake by her voice and looked at her. He saw her gazing at him with eyes full of joy and happiness.

"Long'er, you've suffered so much these past years..." Zhang Wuji said apologetically.

"No..." Xiaolongnu shook her head and said happily, "As long as I can see you, I'm willing to do anything..."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji was deeply moved and said affectionately, "Long'er, thank you. It's truly a blessing from heaven that you can be my wife..." Xiaolongnu

looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile, her tenderness boundless. In her heart, as long as she could be with Zhang Wuji, she didn't care about anything else. It could be said that even her daughter, Zhang Mengyan, didn't hold as much weight in her heart as Zhang Wuji.

"Long'er, how have you all been since I left?" Zhang Wuji asked, eager to know what had happened, fearing it would affect the plot of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber."

After gathering her thoughts, Xiaolongnu slowly recounted the events following Zhang Wuji's disappearance to him. She explained that because she already knew Zhang Wuji's situation, she wasn't particularly surprised by his disappearance. Although separated from him, she was heartbroken, but she longed for their reunion. Guo Xiang, on the other hand, was quite astonished. Only after Xiaolongnu explained the situation did she begin to understand.

Huang Rong's disappearance along with Zhang Wuji caused great anxiety for Guo Jing and the others, who sent people everywhere to search for her. Guo Xiang vaguely suspected that her mother's disappearance was related to Zhang Wuji, but the idea seemed too fantastical, so she didn't voice it. Later, unable to find Huang Rong, Guo Jing and the others were deeply saddened but had to pull themselves together, as Xiangyang still needed them.

During this time, Xiaolongnu and Guo Xiang became good friends. Later, Xiaolongnu returned to the Ancient Tomb to wait for Zhang Wuji. Before leaving, she told Guo Xiang about the secret passage of the Ancient Tomb, telling her to come find her when she had time. Although reluctant, Guo Xiang had to part with Xiaolongnü with tears in her eyes. During her time with Xiaolongnü, she constantly heard her stories of Zhang Wuji. Guo Xiang, who already harbored special feelings for Zhang Wuji, gradually nurtured her lingering emotions into the blossoming of love.

After parting with Xiaolongnü, Guo Xiang began traveling the martial world, searching for news of Zhang Wuji. Xiaolongnü had mentioned that she didn't know how long Zhang Wuji had been missing—it could be a few days, or it could be years. Later, she heard that Zhang Wuji had appeared at Shaolin Temple, so Guo Xiang rushed there, but there was no trace of him. However, this led to the beginning of the storyline in *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*.

Meanwhile, Guo Jing, though without Yang Guo, somehow found a piece of meteorite iron and forged it into a sword and saber, hiding the Nine Yin Manual, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and the Wumu Legacy within it—the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber of the *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber* world. Zhang Wuji couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of the laws of nature, wondering whether the *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber* world influenced the *Return of the Condor Heroes* world or if the original power of the *Return of the Condor Heroes* world itself had filled in the gaps in the original plot.

Later, Xiangyang fell, Guo Jing and others died in battle, and Guo Xiang wandered the world, founding the Emei Sect. However, Guo Xiang did not harbor the pessimism of the original story; instead, she was filled with anticipation. She eagerly awaited Zhang Wuji's appearance. Therefore, in this life, Guo Xiang did not shave her head to become a nun, but only stipulated that those who wished could shave their heads. This is also why Miejue kept her hair long. After staying in the Emei Sect for decades, Guo Xiang passed the leadership to the sect leader and then went to the Ancient Tomb to find Xiaolongnü, waiting with her for Zhang Wuji's appearance.

After listening to Xiaolongnü's story, Zhang Wuji was somewhat moved. He lingered with Xiaolongnü for a long time before they dressed and got up. Xiaolongnü took Zhang Wuji's hand and said, "Wuji, I'll take you to see Xiang'er..."

"Mm..." Zhang Wuji had already told Xiaolongnü everything that had happened to him in this world. Xiaolongnü's personality was naturally aloof, so she didn't care much about Zhang Wuji's other affairs. As long as Zhang Wuji was with her, she was content.

Zhang Wuji and Xiaolongnu arrived at the door of a stone chamber and pushed it open to enter. Lying on the stone bed inside was a young woman in her early twenties, dressed in a light green dress. Her features were exquisite, her skin as white as snow. Although so much time had passed, she still retained the innocence Zhang Wuji had felt when he first met her in *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. Inheriting Huang Rong's excellent genes, she was exceptionally beautiful and adorable.

"Xiang'er is also asleep. I wonder when she'll wake up..." Xiaolongnu sighed.

Zhang Wuji had already told Xiaolongnu about the current situation in the Ancient Tomb while recounting his own situation, so Xiaolongnu knew that Guo Xiang had fallen into a deep sleep due to practicing the Jade Maiden Scripture. However, Zhang Wuji hadn't told Xiaolongnu about his situation with Zhang Mengyan. She was conflicted, wondering how Zhang Mengyan would react if she knew. Guo Xiang's current condition, except in certain circumstances, was beyond saving. But after all, she was her and Huang Rong's daughter. Although she had transmigrated into *The Return of the Condor Heroes* as the Human Emperor and had no connection to her original body, she still understood the situation. But if he didn't do that, Guo Xiang wouldn't wake up. Could he just watch her remain asleep forever?

Zhang Wuji was incredibly conflicted, finally deciding to put the matter aside and decide later. Right now, the most crucial thing was how to face Zhang Mengyan. Telling her he was her father would be too much of a blow; Zhang Wuji worried she wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Wuji, let's go see our daughter..." Xiaolongnu said gently, a hint of tenderness flashing across her face as she said "daughter." Although her daughter didn't hold as much weight in her heart as Zhang Wuji, they were still blood relatives, and she still had feelings for her. Moreover, she felt somewhat guilty for not being there for her during her slumber.

"Okay..." Zhang Wuji could only reluctantly agree, his mind racing, trying to figure out how to tell Zhang Mengyan in a way that she could accept.

Zhang Wuji and Xiaolongnu left the stone chamber and headed towards Zhang Mengyan's bedroom. As they got closer, Zhang Wuji's heart tightened with anxiety. When they arrived at the door of Zhang Mengyan's stone chamber... Knowing he couldn't escape, Zhang Wuji took a deep breath and pushed open the stone chamber door. Before him appeared a smiling, pretty face—it was Zhang Mengyan.

Upon seeing Zhang Wuji, Zhang Mengyan happily called out, "Wuji…!"

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