[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) 22-24

Chapter Two: Luring the Enemy into the Trap

. Camilla waved her hand, and the image in the screen changed to a woman. "Next, memorize this woman's appearance and information: Kasha Cross, this might be an alias; her profession is a sex service skills trainer, this might just be a cover; 170 centimeters tall, blond hair, brown eyes, all of these could be illusions; the only thing we're certain of right now is that she's currently operating within the territory of the Eastern Kingdom of Quran, and if MI7's intelligence is correct, she should be Lau. Lu. Kruze."

"No... really..."

Marlan's mouth dropped open, looking incredulous.

"You have doubts about this intelligence?"

Camilla asked.

"No, it's just that I have doubts about the person who provided this intelligence,"

Marlan replied, "I suspect he's drunk."

The room was silent for a moment, then burst into laughter, even the usually icy Camilla couldn't help but smile. After the room quieted down slightly, she continued, “The council rejects your accusations against that intelligence officer, but you can reserve your opinion. Your first task is to go to his area of operation and verify the authenticity of this intelligence by all necessary means, then report your findings and await further orders.”

Camilla waved her hand again, and the figure in the image changed once more. “Next, memorize this person’s appearance and information: Wisteria, nineteen years old, 182 cm tall, black hair, black pupils, with typical Eastern facial features, currently commanding troops on the southwestern front of the Yanhuang Empire.”

“May I ask about him…”

Marlan asked tentatively.

“You don’t need to know his relationship with this Federation.”

“Yes…”

“Your second task is: if you discover this person is in danger or predict that he may be in danger during your first task, then provide him with effective protection to the best of your ability. Note that this task takes precedence over the first task, understand?”

“Although I have many questions about the task itself, I fully understand the relevant details.”

Marlan’s answer once again created an awkward atmosphere in the room.

"You may reserve your opinion if you have any questions about the mission, but now, in the name of the Council, I order you to proceed immediately to the mission objective."

"Yes, sir!"

Marlan bowed, turned, and left the hall. Watching her disappear through the gate, Camilla shook her head.

"That personality and tone, so much like..."

she sighed. "Like father, like daughter, isn't it?"

While Marlan prepared to depart, in her destination within the ancient territory of Gulan, the second batch of orc troops heading southwest had completed their reorganization and preparations. That evening, the chief military instructor and the Lion King Muradin held a grand farewell banquet.

The banquet hall was brightly lit, even the pillars were decorated with colorful silks in a staggered pattern. The lights illuminated the hall exceptionally brightly, and the floor was covered with a luxurious, fiery red carpet. In terms of extravagance, if one disregarded the fact that the hall itself was a simple wooden structure, it could be said that it was in no way inferior to the banquet hall of any prosperous human city.

The hall was bustling with people. Those attending the reception were human military instructors of various ranks and noble members of the lion clan, chatting and discussing with acquaintances while holding wine glasses. Some beautiful maids from the lion clan or other weaker, higher-ranking orc races like the cat clan, dressed in almost transparent silk garments, carried trays of wine and food, serving guests fine wine and food while also dealing with the advances of some impatient male guests.

Lan Hua paced somewhat awkwardly in one corner of the hall. The Western-style buffet banquet made her uncomfortable, as did her clothing.

Because she had come in a hurry, she hadn't brought formal attire, so she had specially ordered a dress from a nearby tailor shop for this banquet. She only required something suitable for a banquet, completely unaware of the vast differences between Eastern and Western formal wear.

This was a simple yet bright red dress. Although it was just a one-piece dress, it was clear that the maker had put a lot of thought into it; the term "tailor-made" was no exaggeration. The low-cut, strapless bodice, combined with the integrated padding inside, lifted and accentuated Lan Hua's already small breasts, making them appear much larger. The fitted bodice accentuated her slender and graceful figure. The high side slit and red peep-toe heels made her most alluring features stand out.

A Western aristocratic woman would undoubtedly adore this dress, but for Lan Hua, while the design at the chest was somewhat acceptable due to her years of wearing padded armor, the slit at the bottom, which was so high that it revealed her underwear, made her instinctively fidget. However, for her, neither of these issues combined was as troublesome as those high heels: she now even had to use her light-footed skills to maintain her balance while walking.

Lan Hua's appearance at the banquet initially made her the center of attention, with countless men swarming around her like insects chasing flowers. However, they quickly retreated in the face of her icy demeanor and indifferent gaze.

But the men were soon rewarded. As the prelude to a new dance began, all the male guests eagerly looked towards an entrance in the hall. First to appear was a voluptuous, serene, and dignified woman. Her low-cut long dress could barely conceal her proud breasts, her snow-white breasts almost bursting out.

"Next is what everyone has been waiting for,"

the woman's voice was as alluring as her figure. With her words, two groups of high-class orc beauties dressed in similar long dresses filed in from either side of her, and the male guests went to greet them, taking their chosen ones onto the dance floor.

After a while, the woman walked through the crowd of dancers to Lan Hua. "The next program is specially prepared for the male guests, Miss Lan Hua. Would you like to excuse yourself?"

she asked politely.

"Huh?"

Lan Hua was somewhat at a loss for words. Indeed, by Eastern standards, such intimate dancing was unseemly, but it didn't seem to warrant such avoidance. "You mean...?"

"Hmm... how should I explain it to you?"

The woman thought for a moment. "Do those girls' skirts look familiar?"

"Yes... they seem to be the same style as yours."

"That's right, and the secret of these skirts lies in..."

The woman didn't elaborate, but instead turned slightly, skillfully lifting the hem of her skirt. With her movement, Lan Hua was somewhat astonished to see a slit appear at the back of the skirt, close to her buttocks, revealing her completely exposed genitals.

"This..."

Lan Hua was startled and looked up. Sure enough, many of the male guests who had been dancing had returned to the couches, some sitting and some lying down, and their female companions were all sitting on their genitals, some already moving up and down.

Lan Hua frowned—this chaotic and lewd scene made her feel ashamed and disgusted. Although she wanted to leave, she was afraid that leaving without saying goodbye would be too impolite.

“You can wait in the lounge for now. Staying there won't be considered leaving the banquet hall, so don't worry about being impolite,”

the woman kindly suggested, seemingly sensing her predicament.

“Thank you,”

Lan Hua said gratefully, relieved of her embarrassment. “May I ask who you are?”

“You can just call me Kasha. You can go ahead; I still have some things to take care of.”

Kasha said, watching Lan Hua disappear through the curtain. A satisfied smile appeared on Kross's face, but before he knew it, a pair of strong arms grabbed him from behind, and a pair of rough hands began to grope her full breasts.

Muradin greedily kneaded the breasts in his hands, while inhaling Kasha's fragrance. “Miss Kasha, I heard you're leaving too? I really hate to see you go.”

“In that case, give me a dramatic farewell.”

A lewd smile appeared on Kasha's face. She turned and pushed Muradin onto a soft couch prepared for guests, then slowly walked to him, turned her back, and sat down. Her seemingly ordinary long dress now parted slightly, covering Muradin's lower body and the seat beneath him. The flowing, loose dress completely concealed everything, leaving no trace from the outside.

A soft hand reached under the long skirt and gently unbuckled Muradin's belt. His penis, guided by the nimble hand, immediately touched hot flesh; clearly, there was no clothing beneath the skirt. As Kasha's body sank lower, Muradin felt his penis enter a wet, tight passage.

Kasha slightly raised her head, a provocative expression on her face, then took a deep breath and carefully, subtly, lifted her hips, preventing her buttocks from fully settling. Although the space was still limited, it was enough. She began to slowly sway her slender waist up and down.

Although the movements were small, every inch of Kasha's vagina felt as if it were writhing against the invading penis, the heat stimulating the sensitive nerves within. The tight, fleshy walls gripped Muradin's penis, rhythmically undulating, sometimes pulling it in from the outside, sometimes from the inside out, inching it deeper and then pushing it out, over and over again…

“Oh… Miss Kasha… your technique… is amazing…”

Muradin gasped in admiration, his hands reaching under his long skirt to caress his full buttocks, his penis unconsciously thrusting in and out in rhythm with her.

“Sorry, old man, I don’t have time to play around with you today,”

Kasha thought to herself, suddenly bringing her beautiful legs together and simultaneously beginning to control her magically modified body.

"Ah...this is..."

Muradin was suddenly surprised, because he felt as if countless buds had suddenly sprouted from the flesh walls enveloping his penis, each with a suction cup-like tip. In an instant, it felt as if countless skillful little mouths were simultaneously sucking and caressing every sensitive spot on his penis. The stimulation of hundreds of sensitive points gathered and transmitted throughout his nervous system, and the old lion king's already not very good stamina was almost completely exhausted in an instant.

"Ah!"

Muradin's body trembled violently, and his penis, with Kasha's body lowering again, plunged straight into her uterus, pouring all the hot white fluid inside.

Lan Hua walked into the lounge, which was empty, but the air was filled with a pleasant fragrance. She sat on the soft couch by the wall, took off the high heels that had tormented her all night, and gently massaged her sore ankles. Soon she felt drowsy, and she lay down with her eyes half-closed, until she woke up with a start when she felt someone touching her legs in a half-dreaming state.

With difficulty, she opened her eyes and saw the woman from before gently stroking her smooth skin while holding one of her legs. "Miss Ka... Kasha," she

said, "Relax, I won't do anything to you." Kasha immediately lowered her head and kissed the calf in her hands. Lan Hua felt goosebumps rise all over her body, but when she tried to resist and escape, she found herself completely powerless.

Kasha's lips kissed down the skin of her leg until they reached the area covered by her underwear. She stopped, stuck out her tongue, and licked the barely visible cleft.

"Ah..."

Lan Hua was surprised to find that her body had reached its sensitive spot. Even the slightest touch made her scream and tremble all over. Soon, the fluid seeping from the cleft had soaked her underwear.

Kasha lifted her head, pulled her damp panties aside, and then reached out a hand to tease her exposed vulva. Under Kasha's professional touch, Lan Hua, who was completely exhausted, finally couldn't help but moan, "Ah... um... ooh..."

"You're really sensitive,"

Kasha said with a wicked smile, then extended her long middle finger and slowly slid it into her already overflowing vulva. This sudden attack turned Lan Hua's moan into a scream.

"Ah!"

Lan Hua's scream grew louder and louder as the finger gradually went in. When the finger finally disappeared completely into her vulva, she screamed as if all her strength had left her, and she could only open her mouth wide but could not make any sound other than panting.

"How does it feel..."

Kasa showed no sign of letting up, her fingers slowly withdrawing and then penetrating deeper, then faster, then even faster...

Lan Hua's body trembled under her assault, like someone having an epileptic seizure, unconsciously panting and moaning, "No...don't...stop...keep going..."

Observing her prey's near-collapse, Kasa smiled with satisfaction, continuing to thrust her fingers in and out rapidly, rotating her fingertips so that her deliberately manicured nails rubbed against the creases of her fleshy arms.

"Ah...so good...I...I can't take it anymore...please..."

Lan Hua felt like she was suffocating in pleasure, her hands futilely gripping the other's wrists, her head thrown back as she cried out, while a surge of heat suddenly erupted from her honeypot, almost shoving the other's fingers out.

Kasa withdrew her fingers with satisfaction, licking the warm liquid on them, then leaned down, meeting Lan Hua's somewhat dazed eyes in the throes of orgasm, "Look at me,"

she commanded in a ghostly voice, her eyes gleaming with a ghostly light.

Lan Hua instinctively tried to avoid those strangely gleaming eyes, but she seemed frozen in place, unable to move, forced to stare into their enigmatic gaze, which gradually became dull.

Kasha stood up, looked down at Lan Hua's eyes as they slowly regained their composure, and straightened her clothes with satisfaction. "Now, it's double insurance."

Several days had passed since the victory at Shahe, and Zi Teng had been in a very good mood during this time. Firstly, because of the recent victory; secondly, because the advance had been exceptionally smooth; and most importantly, the clumsy act he and Yin Hua had staged on the battlefield had unexpectedly worked well: as the story spread further, fleeing troops swore allegiance to the "Queen," and tribes large and small along the way sent envoys to express their allegiance and offer supplies to the "Queen" and her allies' armies. Thus, in just over two weeks, Zi Teng, who had already suffered minimal losses, had gained over ten thousand barbarian servants on top of his original force.

Yes, for Zi Teng, everything was perfect, except for one thing: women. For the first week, he was enjoying himself immensely, surrounded by beautiful women. However, as they approached the barbarian capital, Hu Ke City, things changed. First, Rosa returned to relay the order to the two orcish armies that had already regrouped to secretly advance towards Hu Ke. Then, Yin Hua became pregnant at an inopportune time.

Due to the side effects of the drugs stimulating the fetus, Yin Hua's pregnancy symptoms were extremely severe, forcing the army to temporarily halt its advance. Later, after being treated with newly formulated medicine, she was able to continue, but she absolutely could not have sex with Zi Teng. However, she did make amends for Zi Teng's physical and psychological dissatisfaction, promising, "Don't worry, I've prepared a surprise for you in Hu Ke City. I'll make sure you have a good time."

So, with its stop-and-go journey, it took more than a week to reach Huke City, which was so close yet so far. When he finally entered the city, although he still didn't know what Yinhua's so-called surprise was, Huke City itself was already a huge surprise for Zifeng: all along, whether he had heard of it or seen it, his impression of barbarian settlements was nothing more than wooden shacks or even caves, with the slightly more advanced ones being some relatively complex wooden structures built along the mountainside.

However, the city before him completely overturned his perception. This was a city with stone buildings as the main structure and wooden structures as the auxiliary structure, located north of the Yuroris River, which originated in the western Versailles Empire; the city walls, several meters thick, were built of heavy yellow boulders and surrounded the three sides of the city that were not near the river, a typical layout of an oasis city in the Versailles Empire.

The area of the city was not huge, at most the size of a medium-sized city in the Yanhuang Empire, but the layout was compact and reasonable. Two wide main roads, one running north-south and the other east-west, intersected at the center, officially dividing the city into four sections. The stone buildings scattered throughout made the scenery inside the city walls look simple yet solemn.

What truly amazed him was the ingenious layout along the riverbank: the city wasn't built right up against the Eurythmus River, but rather with a considerable distance between it and the riverbank. The brilliant architect who designed the city had cleverly utilized this space. Along a route parallel to the river, an artificial canal was dug near the city, connecting to the river through several vertical waterways of strictly controlled width, each corresponding to a dock within the city. Both the canal banks and the riverbanks were lined with sturdy dikes built of heavy stones.

This provided the city with a dual flood control system, allowed ships to enter the harbor in an orderly manner, and prevented moored ships from obstructing the main waterway—a truly ingenious design. Watching the ships streaming into the canal from the aqueducts to find the nearest dock, Wisteria silently marveled.

Moreover, as long as a defensive system is built in the city along the canal and sufficient troops and projectile weapons are deployed, then both the enemy troops who have climbed the first dam without any cover and the enemy ships that can only enter slowly through the waterway will become live targets! Somewhat unconsciously, he thought of military matters again.

“This city was built by my father, to show that he was the greatest king, different from all previous kings. It was designed by the architects of Versailles, commissioned by the King of Kings, and named after him,”

Yinhua’s introduction interrupted his thoughts. “But it’s really laughable, really. He only reigned for a little over thirty years, yet spent a full thirty years building this city, and in the end, he was so impoverished he couldn’t even afford enough mercenaries. What a short-sighted old man.”

“Short-sighted?”

Zifang smiled. “Don’t you understand the significance of this city? Whether your father did it intentionally or not, his name is already linked to this place. Yes, he only reigned as a barbarian king for a little over thirty years, but this city will exist for three hundred years, three thousand years, or even longer, and as long as it exists, his name will be remembered by posterity.”

“Is that so?”

Yinhua lowered her head and thought for a moment. “But I still don’t like it.”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t intend to change your opinion. What I care about most now is, what is this so-called surprise?”

"Are you in such a hurry?"

Yinhua smiled. "Then come with me."

Zifang followed her through the city center, into the magnificent palace gates that resembled a Western temple, and then after winding through several twists and turns, they entered what seemed to be an underground passage.

At the end of the passage was a door, guarded by several barbarian guards. Upon seeing the queen arrive, the guards opened the door and let the two in.

As soon as Zifang entered, he smelled a strange odor. The smell came from a large pot boiling in the room, where several elderly female sorceresses with wrinkled faces were stirring. Although he didn't know what the liquid in the pot was, its viscous texture and strange color gave him a chill down his spine.

“A surprise for you,”

Yinhua stopped and said, “because we chased too closely at first, my bastard brother didn’t dare come back here and ran away via a back road. So, while the city was in chaos, those who were still loyal to me took control of the palace and various important locations, and at the same time, they discovered this good thing.”

Ziteng looked in the direction she was pointing. On one wall of the room was a large iron cage, inside which sat a completely naked woman, her long, dark brown hair hanging lifelessly down her back.

The woman’s face was expressionless, and her empty eyes gave the illusion of a corpse. Only the saliva constantly dripping from the corner of her mouth, her hands unconsciously digging into her already overflowing vulva between her parted legs, and the lewd moans emanating from her mouth still showed that she was still a prostitute. Her skin was generally wheat-colored like most barbarian women, but slightly whiter. Compared to Yinhua, a typical southern barbarian woman, her skin tone and texture were closer to those of the Yanhuang women. Her figure was quite voluptuous, with breasts and hips that were even larger and more shapely than Yinhua's. The only drawback was that she had clearly given birth; her nipples were darker, and upon closer inspection, one could see slight signs of sagging in her breasts. Her abdomen also subtly showed signs of excess fat, though these were not obvious. More importantly, this voluptuous figure was indeed his preferred type.

But no matter how he looked at her, this woman gave him a sense of familiarity, which puzzled Zifeng.

"Don't you think she looks a bit like me?"

Yinhua's words seemed to have a jolt to his senses.

“That’s right. Although there are differences in skin color and hair, and her body is generally more mature and fuller, her facial features and overall figure are practically identical to yours,”

Zifang listed the similarities between the two, then half-jokingly asked, “Could she be your twin sister?”

“Sister? Don’t be fooled by her appearance maintained with potions. She’s over thirty,”

Yinhua couldn’t help but laugh, then said something that startled Zifang, “Strictly speaking, she’s actually the mother of me and my bastard brother, but now, until my bastard brother is finished, she, like me, is at least nominally my wife.”

“Is that okay?”

Zifang was stunned for a moment, then replied out of the blue.

“Why not? Intra-clan marriage and remarriage to elders are very normal things here.”

Yinhua gave her a look that said, “You’re an outsider, you’re making a fuss over nothing. ”

"That's not what I meant. Since he could marry you, his sister, it's not surprising he could marry your mother too. What's surprising is that this woman is your mother, and you're really filial."

"You think I did this to her?"

Yinhua's face darkened. "I'm her own daughter, not that bastard's illegitimate child who doesn't know about his father's affair with that wild woman. How could I do such a thing to her?"

"Ah... that's true... but your father, this barbarian king, only has one wife."

Realizing she might have said something wrong, Zifang changed the subject.

"It seems you're not familiar with our customs. In our tribes, commoners don't have fixed marriages. If they like each other, they just have sex, and then they go their separate ways. The custody of the children is decided by both families. Having a fixed wife is a privilege reserved for men of at least tribal chief status. Of course, besides that fixed wife, he can also have affairs with other women like a commoner. Oh, and he can also inherit a wife who is nominally his mother after his father's death."

At this point, Yinhua seemed to remember something. "Speaking of which, I doubt any other place's sons would want their fathers to die as much as we do here. Otherwise, inheriting an old woman would be meaningless. Hmm? What's with that expression?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly had the urge to kick your stomach hard."

"Don't worry, this child is too powerful. It's almost certain that he'll be mentally challenged when he's born, and won't have the intelligence to even think about your woman." "

Judging from what you just said, it's probably your brother who did it, right?"

Zifeng, feeling awkward again, decided to change the subject.

"Hmm... I'm afraid he used her as a substitute for me, which is why he's so vicious. It's my fault, really. If I had been more careful, I could at least have protected her..."

Yinhua's tone was full of self-reproach. "Fortunately, I've already given her the antidote to remove the mind-binding effect."

During the conversation, the woman noticed their presence. When she saw Zifeng, her lifeless eyes suddenly lit up with a hungry look, and she crawled over like a starving mother dog that had spotted food, drooling.

“Didn’t you say you’d already used the antidote?”

Wisteria frowned.

“The antidote was used, but now we’re missing the most important ingredient. But now that you mention it,”

Silver Flower turned to a witch beside her, “what’s going on? Even though the antidote works by fighting poison with poison, the symptoms seem to be worse than before after a week. Did you get the dosage wrong?”

“Well, actually…”

the witch replied somewhat embarrassedly, “we initially received the message that you would arrive in two days, so we used a large dose. As a result, you’ve been delayed for a whole week. And as you know, the dosage of this kind of medicine cannot be reduced during its use.”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do about it. I just hope that the long-term high dose won’t cause any serious side effects… Oh well, we’ll know the result soon enough. Give her a good clean-up and then take her to the main bedroom in the palace.”

After giving all the instructions, Silver Flower led Wisteria out of the maze-like underground passageway. Just as they reached the door of the main bedroom in the palace, a barbarian who looked like a messenger rushed up and whispered something in her ear.

Yinhua immediately frowned, waved the messenger away, and turned back. "There's trouble. My bastard brother has surrendered to your Lingnan King, offering a map of the southern lands and population and land registers of various tribes. In exchange, Lingnan promised to guarantee his throne." "

Is that so..."

Zifeng seemed quite relaxed. Although this situation might be troublesome for him, it was at least something he had anticipated. "Looks like I have to go see my future father-in-law."

He smiled. "Fortunately, we still have enough time to prepare for the procession." The two walked to the master bedroom door, and through the door, they could hear continuous lewd moans coming from inside. Pushing the door open, sure enough, although the woman's body had been cleaned, she was clearly not fully conscious. She was lying on the bed in an unsightly position, her legs spread wide, one hand digging hard into her already muddy vulva.

"Didn't the antidote work?"

Zifeng frowned.

“No, it’s just that we’re missing the final ingredient, it’s just…”

Yinhua seemed hesitant to speak, glancing furtively at Zifeng before finally saying, “We need to find a man to make her climax. I don’t want any other man to touch her, so…”

Looking at Zifeng’s expressionless face, she pleaded cautiously, “I know you might find her disgusting right now, but… I’m begging you…”

“There’s no other way…”

Zifeng sighed, looking at the woman before him. Although her state and actions were a bit disgusting, she was still a beauty, and the voluptuous type he liked. He figured it shouldn’t be too difficult to continue.

He climbed onto the bed, then took off his clothes. While the woman was still immersed in the pleasure of masturbation, he parted her plump legs and aimed his glans at the entrance of her vagina—the dark brown pubic hair there was completely soaked with her own fluids, and her vagina was already a mess. Zifeng thrust his lower body forward suddenly. With a "plop," the thick, hard penis plunged all the way in, slamming into her flower core with unstoppable force. Completely caught off guard, the woman's eyes rolled back, and she cried out in a loud, wanton voice.

Zi Teng gripped her exceptionally full breasts tightly, kneading them while relentlessly thrusting in and out. Soon, the woman's warm, tight vagina and alluring body captivated him, his grip tightening, his thrusts increasing in speed. Her consciousness was imprisoned; her mind was consumed by a desperate desire for sex. The woman writhed wildly, panting and moaning, like a drowning person struggling to survive in the ocean waves, rising and falling in the surging pleasure…

"Ah… good… fuck me… fuck me harder…"

The woman's plump legs clamped tightly around Zi Teng's waist, allowing his penis to rub against her flesh walls even more intensely.

"Mmm...you slut...squeeze tighter..."

Wisteria continued its relentless thrusting, driving the woman to screams of agony...

"Ah...I can't take it anymore...I want it...ah!"

Soon, her sensitive body reached a climax, a torrent of fluid gushing from her honeypot, washing over Wisteria's glans.

As the climaxing fluids continued to flow from her honeypot, the woman's empty eyes gradually regained their vitality. She looked around blankly, and when she suddenly realized a man was on top of her, violating her, similar nightmare-like memories rushed through her mind.

"No! Don't! Get away from me!"

She desperately tried to push Wisteria away, but at the same time, with her scream, a flock of eagles suddenly flew in through the open window, their sharp talons lashing out at Wisteria. Terrified, he quickly pulled out his penis and scrambled to avoid them.

"Mom! Calm down, it's me, Yinhua, you're alright, no one will hurt you."

Seeing this, Yinhua rushed to her mother, trying to calm her down.

“Yin…Yinhua…”

The woman seemed to have regained consciousness, looking at her daughter with surprise, then remembering something, she hurriedly asked, “That man just now?”

“It’s alright, he’s my man, he won’t hurt you.”

Seeing Zifeng being chased up and down by the eagles, Yinhua quickly explained, “Quickly make those birds stop.”

“Ah?”

The woman was startled, closed her eyes slightly and muttered something, the flock of eagles immediately stopped attacking and flew away, then looked at Zifeng apologetically, “I’m so sorry.”

“Not at all,”

that sincere gaze made Zifeng speechless, “I was rude just now.”

“No, no…”

The woman blushed, “You are my daughter’s man, and my husband is dead. According to our customs here, you are also my man. If you need that kind of thing, it’s always possible.”

“By the way, those eagles just now?”

Zifeng suddenly remembered something and asked.

“I summoned them… I am a beast tamer.”

“Beast tamer…”

Zifeng murmured, he had long heard that some people in the barbarian lands were born with the ability to communicate with wild beasts, and after further training, they could even control wild beasts at will.

“Yes, don’t underestimate my mother, she’s much more capable than me,”

Yinhua proudly introduced her mother’s expertise to her husband. “She’s not only a beast tamer, but also a skilled apothecary just like me, and she’s fluent in many Western languages. We relied on her to deal with those Western merchants and military figures.”

As she spoke, Yinhua’s gaze unconsciously drifted to Ziteng’s crotch. Looking at the still erect and throbbing penis, she hesitated and carefully approached her mother, saying, “Mom, he didn’t ejaculate just now. I know you need to recuperate, but I’m pregnant…”

“Is that so?”

The woman immediately understood. “It’s alright, I’ll take your place.” She

then crawled to Ziteng’s side, turned around, and lay down. “You weren’t satisfied just now, were you? Let’s continue.”

“Is…is it okay?”

Ziteng was overjoyed, gently stroking her soft, full buttocks as she asked.

“What are you being coy about? Hurry up!”

Yinhua, however, couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

“Then I won’t stand on ceremony.”

Under the double invitation, Zi Teng naturally didn’t refuse. He stepped forward, his penis pressing against her muddy, wet vagina, and thrusting in forcefully, penetrating to the hilt.

“Oh…it’s too big…it’s so hot…”

The woman’s body trembled, releasing a wave of flesh, and she opened her mouth wide, letting out a lewd moan.

“Hmm…this is…”

He had been somewhat disgusted earlier, only thinking of finishing quickly, and hadn’t carefully savored the woman’s body. Now, focusing his attention on experiencing it, he found it indescribably wonderful: her vagina didn’t look like it had ever given birth; it was as tight as a virgin’s, and the temperature and friction of the vaginal walls were perfect . He couldn’t help but immediately begin thrusting forcefully.

“That…that’s the effect of the aphrodisiac I was given before and…the side effects of the antidote…my body…has been completely transformed into the most perfect tool to satisfy a man…Do…do you like it…”

Under Zi Teng’s forceful thrusting, the woman gasped and moaned, explaining intermittently.

“I love it so much…”

Zifang continued to increase the force of his thrusts, playing with her beautiful buttocks. After a while, he suddenly remembered something, “What… is your name?”

He suddenly realized that although he had entered this woman’s body for the second time, he still didn’t know her name, which gave him a strange feeling.

“Yin… Yinling…”

After the drug modification, her sensitive body was being penetrated in wave after wave of pleasure, and the woman answered with some difficulty.

“Yinling…”

Muttering this name, Zifang seemed to be lost in thought, and unconsciously stopped moving. Yinling, who had been aroused, suddenly lost the source of pleasure, and grunted in dissatisfaction, twisting her buttocks and playing with his penis.

"What's so strange about that?"

Seeing her mother's discomfort, the dutiful Yinhua pressed her sexy body against Zifeng's side, pushing his body to continue its piston-like motion, saying, "Girls here often take their mother's surname."

"No... that's not what I meant..."

Zifeng pulled her into his arms, "It's just that I suddenly feel that you two, in terms of appearance and name, are just like twin sisters."

"If... if you like..."

Yinling continued to twist her hips to match the thrusting of his penis, panting, "Let's just treat each other as twin sisters. Anyway, we're both your women, so there's no need to distinguish between generations." "

Is that so?"

This sentence made Zifeng extremely excited, grabbing Yinling's buttocks and thrusting in with great force all the way to the bottom.

"Ah!"

Yinling let out another high-pitched moan, her entire upper body jumping up as if electrocuted. Zifeng took advantage of the situation, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her body up, forcefully grabbing that breast to make it easier to maintain a deeper penetration.

At the same time, the hand that was holding Yinhua reached around her body and grabbed one of her full, soft breasts. Feeling the same soft and full flesh in his hands, he felt a sense of satisfaction. "Okay, after your child is born, I will definitely find a chance to enjoy you two 'twin sisters' properly." "No problem!"

Yinhua said, pressing his head towards her other breast. "Right, Mom... oh no, sister?"

"No... that's right..." Yinling

, who was arching her body and enduring the powerful onslaught of the huge penis, responded with a moaning voice, "At that time, we... will definitely... make you... feel... so good... ah... so good... ah!"

But before she could finish speaking, she was swallowed up by a cry of orgasm.

"Ugh..."

Ziteng suddenly felt the already tight fleshy arms pressing against his penis as if the inside had been completely sucked into a vacuum. The strong contractions, combined with the violent writhing and the rapid flow of water, made him almost immediately have the urge to ejaculate.

He hastily pulled out his penis, grabbed the two women by the hair, and forced them down to his crotch, letting gushing streams of white semen smear unceremoniously onto their faces. Then, he sat back on the bed, watching with great interest as the mother and daughter, who looked like sisters, licked each other's semen...

Half an hour later, a small boat drifted downstream and approached the Lingnan army's camp. As it drew closer, Zi Teng, standing at the bow, became somewhat nervous. Partly because she was about to meet the father of her beloved girl; but more importantly, she had a question: after his previous defeat and her own scheme, Hu An had practically lost the foundation of his rule. Even if he were to find a puppet and reinstate him as king, it would clearly be a thankless and arduous task. With the Lingnan King's renowned wisdom, there was no reason for him to make such a losing proposition... Could it be...?

The topographical map of the southern lands and the population and land registers of various tribes were crucial for controlling, or at least facilitating, another attack on the barbarian lands. It was highly likely that the King of Lingnan would feign a promise to Juan in order to obtain these two items. Once the goal was achieved, disposing of Juan, this useless and troublesome puppet, would be essential, but it was difficult to do it himself;

he would inevitably have to rely on external forces… Zifeng quickly realized a rather embarrassing fact: he, as an external force, was now actively offering himself up.

Just as Zifeng was about to have the urge to back down, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the terrified cries of the crew and guards. Looking up, he saw several “giants” standing astonished on the riverbank beside him. He hurriedly ordered the ship to stop, while carefully examining these "giants." They were actually humanoid machines assembled from metal and wooden components. A small portion of the upper body of the person controlling them could be seen protruding from a hollow in the middle of their bodies. Two strange, windmill-like blades were vaguely visible on their backs. A small cannon was mounted on each shoulder, and two boxes resembling honeycomb rockets were embedded in the outer sides of their thick legs. Two crossbows and their accompanying enormous quivers were prominently displayed on the giants' raised arms, which pointed towards their ship.

"These are... the mechanical beasts of the Xuanmen?"

Zi Teng suddenly understood why successive emperors had been so wary and fearful of Lingnan: after unifying the country, in order to consolidate their rule and weaken the potential threats from the populace, starting with the Second Emperor Xuan, the development, application, and dissemination of Xuanmen magic and technology were strictly restricted throughout the country; however, this measure was completely ineffective in Lingnan, a region where the empire had no real control.

As a result, over the past two hundred years, a large number of Xuanmen (mystical arts) experts have settled in Lingnan with their knowledge. The Lingnan royal family, which made full use of these resources, not only ensured that the area under its jurisdiction was always peaceful and prosperous, but also that its army, although not large in size, was exceptionally powerful due to the use of various Xuanmen spells and techniques.

Not long after the boat came to a stop, a small sampan approached, carrying several soldiers dressed in the red rattan armor of the Lingnan army. After the two boats were moored, one of them asked, "Please inform us of your origin."

"The Marshal of the Southwest Route Army requests an audience with Your Highness,"

Zi Teng's guard replied, showing Zi Teng's official credentials.

"So it's the Marshal. Please forgive my poor eyesight,

" the man said, bowing. "Please allow our boat to dock with you."

Led by the man, the boat quickly docked. Zi Teng left the guard on the boat and followed them into the camp. When they reached the vicinity of the main tent, the officer who had led the way turned back apologetically and said, "Please wait here a moment, sir, while I go in and inform them."

While waiting, Zi Teng looked around idly and was soon shocked by the scene on the riverbank outside the camp.

Rows of waterwheels stood in the river near the bank, and a large number of mechanical beasts were parked on the embankment. Some were humanoid, as he had seen before, but most were beast-like, like tigers and wolves. Unlike the smooth-looking humanoid mechanical beasts, these beast-like creatures were covered in spikes and blades, and on their backs were either two small cannons or a large honeycomb arrow box.

Many wooden levers extended from these mechanical beasts, the other end fixed to a waterwheel, rotating in sync with the waterwheel's movement, seemingly on the same principle as winding a Western clock or a toy.

"Is this the power source for those mechanical beasts?"

Zi Teng pondered, when a man emerged from the main tent and bowed, saying, "Marshal, His Highness invites you in."

"Thank you,"

Zi Teng returned the bow and entered the tent, where a slightly aged man sat at one of the tables.

"Marshal Zi Teng of the Southwest Route Army greets His Highness."

Composing himself, Zi Teng stepped forward and bowed.

“Nephew, no need for such formalities,”

the King of Lingnan replied with a smile. “Amidst such busy warfare, it’s rare that you still think of visiting an old man like me.”

“Your Highness is too kind,”

Zifeng sensed a hint of ulterior motive in his seemingly simple words. He organized his thoughts and said, “I merely heard that Your Highness obtained a map of the southern lands and the population and land registers of various tribes, so I came to offer my congratulations.”

“Oh, is that so? Then you must also know that the Barbarian King is in my camp, right? I was just about to speak with you about sending him back to Huke to reclaim the throne. You’ve come at just the right time.”

“I’ve heard a little about this,”

Zifeng knew there was likely a trap in his words, but he was already steered into the conversation, so he had no choice but to continue. “But doesn’t Your Highness think it’s unwise to let this man continue as king?”

“What do you mean?”

"After his previous defeat and escape, Juan has lost all prestige among the southern tribes. Even if you can send him back to the throne, he can't possibly hold onto it on his own. And Yinhua..."

Zifeng suddenly stopped, because he saw a barely perceptible smile on the corner of the King of Lingnan's mouth. Clearly, the King understood everything he wanted to say, but was just deliberately not saying it.

Had he really been tricked? Zifeng felt a chill in his heart, followed by a nameless anger. But the person in front of him was Shiori's father, so he couldn't lash out. After calming himself down a bit, he tried to speak in a normal tone, "Since we both know what we're thinking, let's not play games. I have a suggestion: I'll help you get rid of Juan, and you support my choice of barbarian king. What do you say?"

As if afraid the other party would hesitate, he added, "Please rest assured, Your Highness, dealing with Juan will absolutely not involve you in any way."

"Then what do you need me to do?"

Seeing that Zifeng had seen through his trick, the King of Lingnan decided to be direct.

"Please tell Juan that I agree to restore his full strength. He should come to Huke City to discuss the specifics. To show my sincerity, my army will withdraw to the Shahe area, and I will leave only five hundred guards in the city."

"And then? Juan is, after all, a surrendered man. You'll have to be careful when dealing with him."

The King of Lingnan didn't seem entirely at ease.

"That's right. It's not easy to kill a surrendered man, but what if he surrenders and then rebels again?"

Zifeng answered his concerns quite easily.

“Being your enemy is truly an unfortunate thing,”

the King of Lingnan chuckled, then suddenly stopped smiling and stood up, staring intently at Zifeng for a long while before speaking again. “As a young man, your cunning chills me to the bone. I doubt any father would feel at ease entrusting his daughter to someone like you.”

“I completely understand,”

Zifeng met his gaze defiantly. “But I also hope you can understand that if I weren’t this kind of person, I wouldn’t be alive today, let alone standing before you.”

“Good, very good…”

The King of Lingnan nodded in satisfaction. “I know what to do. Go back and get to work. Finish things here as soon as possible; my daughter is waiting for you.”

“Thank you, Your Highness. I’ll take my leave.”

Zifeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

“What do you think?”

The King of Lingnan suddenly asked, watching Zifeng disappear through the door.

An elderly official emerged from behind the screen. He was the chief advisor of the Prince's mansion, whom the official trusted and relied upon most. "A dragon among men,"

the old man replied succinctly, then countered with, "Why did you choose such a troublesome son-in-law?"

"I like him for several reasons: first, the dignified and composed demeanor he displayed just now; second, his style of doing things—absolutely pragmatic yet adhering to necessary principles; third, his status as an adopted son, which prevents him from being ruined by fleeting privileges like many wealthy young men; fourth, his experiences—growing up amidst suspicion and exclusion—are all the more commendable; and most importantly, he is the man my daughter has chosen, and I trust her judgment."

For several days afterward, there seemed to be no further activity, only a noticeable increase in hurried passersby and merchants in and around the city. These were all sent by Hu to scout the situation, and the results quickly came back: everything was normal in and around the city; the Yanhuang army had withdrawn far away, leaving only a small guard and some barbarian armed personnel responsible for maintaining order. The only thing that might be unusual was the arrival of a merchant fleet from Lisas. They had rented several large warehouses in the city to store their goods. Of course, this wasn't strictly an abnormal phenomenon; there were often merchant caravans from the west in Huke City, though they were mostly from the Versailles Empire.

So, a week later, Juan finally returned to his former palace with some relief. However, when he arrived at the council hall where they had agreed to meet, he found it empty. A door to the side of the hall was unusually open. He hesitated before entering. Behind the door was a corridor he knew well but hated—at the end of this corridor was the main bedroom of the palace, the place where he had been locked out every night.

He had barely reached the middle of the corridor when he heard lewd laughter, moans, and groans coming from inside that door. There were two female voices, both so familiar, which fueled an uncontrollable rage within him.

Emboldened by his anger, Juan abruptly pushed open the door. The scene inside nearly made him lose control: a man half-sitting on the bed, surrounded by two women.

One of them was his queen, that arrogant woman who disgusted him, the woman who had never let him touch her. At this moment, she was pressed against the man's side like the lowest-class stripper, massaging his body with her smooth skin while offering one of her full breasts to his mouth for him to suck and lick.

The other was his former "mother's" sex slave from some time ago, that slut's substitute.

Now, she lay before the man like the most shameless prostitute, her plump, sexy thighs tightly clamped around his waist, her hands kneading her large, thick breasts, her alluring body rippling with each thrust.

Hearing the door open, the man didn't even glance at him. Instead, one woman turned her face to the side, the other propped herself up on her arms and looked back, their four gazes filled with disdain and mockery.

Those two sluts! Juan was furious, but he couldn't lash out because the man's impatient voice interrupted him, "Lord Juan! Don't you think it's incredibly rude of you to barge in at this hour?"

Juan's heart skipped a beat, but he managed to calm down temporarily: he was no longer the king here; the man before him, enjoying two women who should have belonged to him, was now the master of this land. Suppressing his anger, he replied in a trembling voice, "I...I'm very sorry."

"Never mind, this used to be your room, so it's not surprising you're used to it,"

Zifang said mockingly, then continued to thrust faster, his one hand gripping Yinling's fleshy thigh against his waist, while his other hand reached over and squeezed Yinhua's breast. "Give that to him."

Yinhua nodded knowingly, reluctantly releasing Zifang's body, picked up a piece of paper from the bedside, walked seductively to Juan, threw the paper at him, and swaggered back.

Bitch! Juan, barely containing his anger, glanced at the contents of the document and was instantly enraged. According to it, he would indeed regain the throne, but he would have to share power with Queen Silverflower.

His prestige among the tribes had vanished, while that vile woman was at the height of her power. This power-sharing arrangement seemed fair, but considering their actual situations, how different was it from stripping him of his royal authority?

"This… what does this mean?"

Juan, finally unable to contain his rage, almost roared.

Wisteria, however, completely ignored him, continuing its final thrusts. The rapid piston-like movements plunged into Silverbell beneath him, her eyes rolling back in her head, moaning incessantly. After a while, he abruptly pulled his penis out.

The two women immediately understood and moved closer. One knelt, the other sat up, each reaching out a hand to stroke and manipulate the slightly hot penis, which was nearing its climax. They both tilted their heads back, leering as they awaited the baptism of semen. A moment later, Zi Teng let out a muffled groan, and a gush of scalding white liquid spurted out, covering their faces.

Only after the last wave of semen had splashed onto the mother and daughter's faces did Zi Teng slightly shift her attention to Juan. "If you can't read

, go back and find someone who knows how to read to you!" He said impatiently, continuing to enjoy the meticulous cleaning service the two small mouths provided on his penis. "My meaning is very clear: do as I say and you'll be king; otherwise, get as far away from me as possible!"

Consumed by jealousy, Juan finally lost his last shred of reason in his anger. He cursed and threw the paper on the ground, hysterically turned and stormed out, followed by Zi Teng's mocking laughter.

Back at their lodging in the city, Juan paced anxiously back and forth. So arrogant! This damned Yanhuang man, did he really think this place was his own territory? Don't forget, his army has retreated a thousand miles away, leaving only two hundred guards. Even excluding the two thousand troops outside the city, six or seven hundred have infiltrated the city in recent days.

Just then, a scout stationed near the palace returned with a suspicious report: the Lisas caravan at the port was delivering a large number of wagons to the palace, supposedly supplies ordered for the barbarian king's coronation ceremony the following day.

However, this news didn't alarm Juan; instead, it fueled his anger. He had already refused the throne, yet the other side continued preparing for the coronation, making it obvious who would ascend the throne. "

You bastard!" Juan cursed inwardly. "You're probably dreaming of being the barbarian king, nestled in that damned Yanhuang's arms right now, aren't you? Don't be so happy. Tonight, I'll make sure you and he both die a horrible death!"

Meanwhile, inside the palace, as the last wagon drove in, the gates slammed shut. After confirming that no one was watching, the "caravan escorts" removed the wooden planks from the sides of the carriages, and squads of fully armed orc soldiers disembarked one after another.

"How is the situation?"

Zi Teng also arrived at the palace courtyard.

"This is the last batch."

Lan Hua took off her disguised Western-style long cloak, revealing red soft leather armor that couldn't conceal her tall figure. "To avoid arousing suspicion, we tried to reduce the number as much as possible, only five hundred people in total. Is that too few?"

"I still have more than two hundred guards left in the palace. As long as the troops in those three warehouses can control the city gates in time, there will be no problem."

Zi Teng smiled to reassure her. "I'm sorry, Sister Lan Hua, I came all this way back but I couldn't let you rest in peace."

"It doesn't matter,"

Lan Hua returned the smile. "I just hope our enemy makes a move soon, so I don't have to sleep soundly for several days in a row."

"Don't worry, he won't wait until the coronation ceremony."

The city was quiet at midnight until a series of hurried footsteps broke the silence. Groups of barbarians carrying weapons secretly gathered near the palace.

"How's it going outside the city?"

Seeing that his men were almost all there, Juan asked his subordinates for confirmation.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, everything is in order,"

the subordinate replied. "They're just waiting for the palace to catch fire as a signal, then they'll storm in through the nearest north gate."

"Good!"

Juan excitedly drew his sword. "Brothers! Charge into the palace!"

Just as hundreds of armed barbarians reached the palace gates, a signal cannon was launched into the sky from inside the palace. With its explosion and flash, a line of Blood-Clad Guards leaped out from the palace walls, some armed with swords, others with bows drawn, ready to fire.

Meanwhile, at three large warehouses near the three city gates, the gates suddenly opened, and hordes of orc soldiers poured out. The commanders at all three locations gave the same order: "Quickly take control of the city gates!"

In the port area by the canal, large numbers of orc soldiers also began to disembark from a fleet of Lisa merchant ships. Rosa nervously directed their actions, "You, you, and you go support the city gates! The rest of you, follow me!"

The barbarians in front of the palace gates were astonished. Juan, suppressing his unease, shouted, "Don't be fooled! They don't have many people; this is a bluff! Break down the gates and charge in!"

So the barbarians rushed forward, some climbing the palace walls, some exchanging fire with the guards on the walls, and more than a dozen strong men lifted a large wooden stake and, under the cover of a group of swordsmen, forcefully rammed the palace gates.

One blow, two blows... After more than ten dull thuds, the gate was finally smashed open. Juan led several hundred barbarians, shouting as they rushed in. Finding the huge courtyard empty, he laughed triumphantly, "It really was an empty city ploy! They don't have many people. Charge in!"

A dozen or so of the bravest barbarian soldiers charged toward the second main gate, only to have it suddenly burst open. With a series of screams, the four leading soldiers fell, each with a cross-shaped throwing knife embedded in their throat. The

seven or eight soldiers following behind were stunned, only to see Lan Hua's ghostly red figure fly out of the gate. Terrified, they swarmed forward, surrounding her. However, they quickly realized their numerical advantage was meaningless. With flashes of light from Lan Hua's longsword, each slash slit a barbarian's throat, and in the blink of an eye, all dozen or so soldiers lay dead on the ground.

Lan Hua stood firm, her sword pointing forward, followed by dozens of Blood-Clad Guards lined up in a row. Looking at the stunned barbarians before her, Lan Hua smiled arrogantly, waving her non-sword hand behind her. Immediately, drums and horns resounded throughout the palace.

Amidst the terrified cries of the barbarian soldiers, gnolls wielding powerful crossbows appeared on the three sides of the palace walls and rooftops of the central courtyard. Simultaneously, all three gates opened, and orc infantry clad in heavy armor, wielding spears and carrying greatswords, filed out, forming ranks and advancing step by step. Faced with these blue-faced, fanged monsters, even the bravest barbarian soldiers retreated step by step, some even collapsing to the ground in fear. "Run!"

someone suddenly shouted, and the barbarian soldiers turned and fled through the gates.

While the barbarians inside the city were fleeing for their lives, outside the west gate, the barbarians, who had not seen any signal fires for a long time, tentatively approached the city walls. Upon reaching the foot of the walls, they were startled by the sudden appearance of torches on the walls, causing chaos. When they saw the blue-faced, fanged monsters waiting in battle on the walls by the firelight, they were just as terrified as the barbarians inside the city.

At that moment, the city gates opened, and before the astonished barbarian soldiers could react, a troop of troll cavalry charged out with screams, hacking and slashing, trampling the crowd in their wake, leaving a trail of blood in their wake. The already terrified barbarians had no courage to confront these blue-purple monsters with long fangs riding tall horses. Those who weren't dead turned and fled into the depths of the dense forest, never daring to look back.

While the barbarian soldiers outside the city were in a state of panic, those inside were completely trapped: two orcish forces, one pursuing them from the palace and the other attacking from the port, had them pinned down on a street in the city, with no way out.

Lan Hua and Rosa shouted simultaneously from opposite sides, "Lay down your weapons and surrender, or we'll spare your lives!"

The orc soldiers behind them echoed in their rough voices, "Lay down your weapons!"

"Lay them down now!"

After a clatter of weapons, the barbarian soldiers' weapons fell to the ground. Disarmed, they knelt down with their hands on their heads in surrender, leaving Juan alone in a corner, bewildered.

The sound of hooves grew louder as the orc troops behind Lan Hua parted to make way for Zi Teng, who rode through the crowd to the barbarian soldiers. "Take them away and keep them under guard. We'll need them when we develop the mines."

Then he turned his gaze to Juan. "As for you, Your Majesty the Barbarian King,"

he addressed him sarcastically, then snapped his fingers. A guard brought a horse. "I don't know why, but I have no interest in killing you, so you'd better disappear before I change my mind."

Juan was taken aback, then quickly mounted the horse. "You'll regret this!"

With that, he spurred his horse and galloped out of the city.

Although he had left the city, Juan didn't know where to go. As he fled into the forest, he suddenly heard a wolf howl, followed by countless green eyes flashing around him. Startled, his horse stopped abruptly, throwing him to the ground.

A woman's footsteps approached. Juan, dazed and confused, barely managed to look up. It was Silver Bell, whom he had humiliated as a sex slave for many days. "You… what do you want?"

his voice was filled with fear.

"Nothing, just that my pets are hungry."

A chilling glint of murderous intent flashed in Silver Bell's eyes, and the wolves pounced…
Chapter

3: Unexplained Enemy

Although many problems were resolved in the first half of the night, Zi Teng was still quite frustrated in the second half—his women had left him alone in the palace's main bedroom for various reasons: Lan Hua was busy adjusting the defenses of the palace and the city; Rosa was busy settling a large number of follow-up orc troops; Yin Hua needed to rest during her pregnancy; and as for Silver Bell, she was going to personally deal with Juan.

So, unable to win any argument, Zifeng was abandoned and could only lie bored in bed, counting the stars in the night sky through the skylight. He counted from one to one thousand and one, but still couldn't fall asleep.

"Are you kidding me? Have I really reached the point where I can't sleep peacefully without a woman by my side?" Zifeng muttered to himself helplessly as he sat up. Looking at the secret door in the corner of the bedroom that led to the underground passage, he wondered why Yinling hadn't returned yet.

It wasn't out of concern; Hu'an was already all alone, exhausted, and terrified. If something went wrong under these circumstances, she, as the beast tamer, would be a complete slacker. He just felt that it had taken far too long and she should finish soon so she could come back and warm his bed. "This woman, is she so morbidly attracted that she wants to watch those wolves devour Hu'an?" Thinking of this, he suddenly became conflicted about what to do with Yinling. It seemed that Yinling wanted this "sister" to stay with him, probably afraid that he would forget her. The proposal was indeed very attractive upon closer examination: aside from the fact that as long as there were enough wild beasts nearby, the combat power of a single beast tamer could be equivalent to a large squad of soldiers; and Silver Bell's sexy and graceful body and her intoxicatingly seductive nature alone would be enough to make any man try every means to keep her by his side.

However, there were two problems: First, after things were settled here, he planned to go to Lingnan to propose marriage. Although Shiori was gentle and virtuous, she was a very conservative girl. She now knew about Yi Rou and Lan Hua's existence, and even, because of Xia Ying's memories, she might know about Yu Yue's relationship with him. As a very traditional Eastern woman, it was truly commendable that she could still maintain a tolerant and even accepting attitude under these circumstances.

Now, he didn't know how to explain and appease her about his own hidden relationships with many women, whether clear or unclear. If he went to see her with a woman who was clearly suspected of being a sex slave, it wouldn't just be a matter of proposing marriage; he would be lucky if he wasn't blasted out of Lingnan by the enraged Xuanmen sect leader's lightning array.

Even if Shiori didn't care, there was still her father-in-law: What? You brat, not only are you cheating on my daughter with all sorts of men, but you also have this lewd-looking barbarian woman by your side? Do you think the Sima family's reputation is too good to accept you as a son-in-law? Want to propose marriage? Not only is there no way, there's no window, no tunnel, no ventilation!

Of course, the most important thing is the second issue: from what we know so far, Yinling seems to be skilled at business dealings with Westerners. If that's the case, then there's even more reason to keep her in the southwest.

Although the Lisas are their allies, the meaning of an alliance is essentially about sharing profits. Plus, the southwestern barbarian lands will become an important source of wealth for them, so to put it bluntly: they can't be allowed to take all the benefits.

In fact, according to Lan Hua's feedback, the Lisas's influence in the orc settlement area has already exceeded their expectations and control. This is because it's close to White Cloud City, and the Lisas side can't go too far out of respect for Lux. But in the far-off southwestern barbarian lands, Lux probably can't reach them.

Looking at the two agents she had originally planned to keep: Rosa was alright in war, but when it came to politics and business, she'd probably be sold out by those cunning Lysasians and still have to count the money for them; as for Yinhua, although she had some political acumen, she seemed to lack business experience, and would likely be easily ensnared by seasoned Lysasian speculators. Therefore, she needed to keep one more person, someone who was proficient in business and knew how to deal with those profit-driven Westerners.

As she was pondering this, the door to the secret passage suddenly opened, and Zifang reflexively turned her head to look, only to be stunned: stepping out of the secret door was a beautiful woman whose clothing and demeanor were quite Westernized. She wore a long white trench coat, the hem reaching past her knees; this was a common outer garment for Western female businesswomen, but for this woman, it was the only cover for her upper body. The open design on both sides revealed nearly half of her large breasts, and even the areolas and nipples could be glimpsed from time to time with her movements. Her lower body, however, was a perfectly tailored business suit: a semi-tight skirt, fishnet stockings, and mid-heeled shoes that combined practicality and style, all in black. The upper body was vaguely exposed, while the lower body was fully equipped. Although the overall outfit seemed slightly inappropriate, it was undeniably full of allure and suggestion.

“Silver… Silver Bell?” After a long pause, Wisteria finally recognized her from her distinctive skin tone and the alluring gleam in her eyes, a result of drug modifications. “What are you wearing?” “I wore this when negotiating with Westerners.” Glancing at Wisteria’s somewhat surprised gaze as he looked at her chest, she immediately understood his confusion. “Of course, not all of it. There were a few more underneath, but they were difficult to remove, so… since I was going to have to take them off anyway, I didn’t want the trouble.” “I see…” Wisteria’s gaze remained fixed on her enormous breasts, which were barely concealed, but the confusion in his eyes transformed into a hint of greed and desire.

However, he quickly remembered something important and abruptly asked, “What are Western-style business contracts like?” “Which kind? The Lissas-style, the Hermann-style, the Fran-style, or the Verche-style?” Without taking any time to think, Silver Bell asked almost reflexively. Then, seeing Zifang's silent smile, she seemed to understand something. "Are you testing me?" "Sort of." Zifang replied with satisfaction. It was indeed a very satisfactory answer. Perhaps it wasn't correct, but it was definitely professional. Although the commercial treaties used by the four major powers of the Western Continent and their spheres of influence differed in detail, they were basically the same to a layman. In fact, if he hadn't often followed Lux around and watched her handle various business matters since childhood, he probably wouldn't have known these things. In any case, the woman's unwavering reaction clearly showed that she was a professional in Western business.

"Looks like I got it right," Yinling giggled and sat in his lap. "So, is there a reward?" As she spoke, a soft hand began to tease the eager penis inside his pajamas.

“We’ll talk about that later,” Wisteria said, feeling her own desire and penis already aroused by the woman. She decided to get to the point quickly so they could get down to business. “Looks like you’re quite knowledgeable about Western business,

” she said, reaching out to embrace the body that was pulling her into her arms while her other hand slipped inside her barely noticeable shirt to fondle one of her breasts.

“You didn’t… oh… a little harder… pinch my nipples too…” The moment their skin touched, her body, already sensitive and lewd from the aphrodisiac that had seeped into her bloodstream, reacted immediately. Yinling actively twisted her body to cooperate with Zifeng’s mischievous hands, while asking, “Don’t you think my skin color is special in this region?” Seeing the other’s nod of agreement, she continued to explain, “I’m of mixed race. My mother is a witch from a small tribe, and my father is a big merchant from the Versailles Empire. I’ve spent a long time traveling around the West with him, so of course I’m very familiar with these things.” “I see.” Zifeng pinched and pulled hard on the nipples at the top of her breasts, causing the lewd woman in his arms to beg for mercy. He suddenly remembered something, “I’m afraid your ex-husband married you for this reason, right?” “That’s right,” she nodded, “Women from small tribes like me usually can’t become barbarian queens, but our former king had to ensure that someone around him could deal with Western merchants, politicians, and mercenary agents in order to maintain his rule.” As she spoke, as if in retaliation for Zifeng’s rough actions, she lowered her head and gently bit his earlobe.

"It seems you quite enjoy these things." Already somewhat overwhelmed by the warm, moist tongue and itchy breath, Zifang rolled over and pinned Yinling to the bed, pulling open the coat that still barely covered her breasts as she asked.

"Of course," Yinling replied, "I've been helping my father with business engagements since I was six or seven. It's become a way of life for me. Before I became the Queen and started doing these things, I felt incredibly awkward.

" Yinling stretched her arms upwards, slightly raising her upper body, and helped Zifang remove her coat.

"So, do you want to continue doing what you enjoy?" Zifang asked abruptly.

“You…” Yinling was taken aback, a hint of disappointment creeping into her eyes. “Don’t you want to keep me by your side?” “How could that be? What man wouldn’t want to keep a woman like this by his side?” Zifeng said, grabbing one of her large breasts with both hands again and kneading and playing with it. “Isn’t it because I was afraid you’d feel uncomfortable?” “Mmm… ooh… harder…” Yinling moaned softly from his skillful caresses, and the disappointment in her eyes gradually faded. Just when Zifeng thought he had coaxed her, Yinling suddenly asked, “I think the more important thing is that you can’t find any other suitable people to stay here and deal with your Western friends, right?” Zifeng didn’t answer, but just smiled, which was obviously the most polite response under the current circumstances. However, his hands didn't stop. One hand had already slipped under Yinling's skirt, tracing the silky stockings down her thighs to her fleshy buttocks, then sliding between her legs to her already overflowing vulva. There was no obstruction anywhere he went; clearly, this woman had nothing under her skirt except stockings. "Slut!" he cursed unconsciously, trying to insert a finger into her constantly seeping wet vulva. Sure enough, it went in almost effortlessly.

"Oh..." Yinling moaned from the friction of his finger entering her. "Since you know I'm a slut who gets aroused at the slightest touch from a man, you still dare to keep me here. Aren't you afraid I'll cheat on you every day?" she said half-jokingly, panting, while using her thighs to clamp his hand inside her skirt, twisting it up and down to increase the stimulation of her vulva.

Zifeng's face suddenly turned somewhat ugly; he really hadn't considered this.

“Don’t worry,” Yinling couldn’t help but laugh as she looked at Zifeng. “Do you think that girl asked you to be the medicinal ingredient? It’s because the side effects of the antidote are targeted. Now, the only one who can arouse me with just a touch is you.” “Is that so?” So she was deliberately provoking me? Zifeng’s mood improved a lot, but he still stubbornly scratched and dug deep into Yinling’s breasts and vagina, making her already aroused and sensitive body tremble. At the same time, a warm current surged from the depths of her vagina, actually pushing his fingers out.

“But don’t get too excited yet, because you didn’t do well before, and this sign hasn’t fully formed yet.” “I didn’t do well? What do you mean?” Zifeng looked innocent. “Didn’t I satisfy you the previous two times?” “It was great, but you shot the most important sign on my face.” Yinling said, deftly cutting open Zifeng’s pants and taking his hot, hard penis in her hand to tease it further. At the same time, she whispered in his ear, “So, to prevent me from giving you a whole bunch of cuckold’s horns, hurry up and fill my body with your semen before we leave!” As she spoke, Yinling’s fleshy body writhed provocatively, her high, plump breasts rising and falling with her movements, making Zifeng’s heart flutter. He took off his pants, sat in front of her, grabbed her plump breasts with both hands to squeeze out a deep cleavage, and then inserted his already swollen penis into her cleavage.

"This is..." What happened next surprised Zifeng. The moment she felt the heat of the penis, the skin between Yinling's breasts, in contact with it, secreted a warm, slippery liquid, like the sensitive walls of a honeypot. This liquid mixed with the sweat in her cleavage, becoming an excellent lubricant. With each thrust of the penis, a squeaking sound filled the air, and the mixed liquid was squeezed out into milky white foam.

"What's so surprising? Didn't I tell you? My body has been completely transformed into a tool to serve men, so this necessary lubrication is a simple matter," Yinling explained with a lewd grin. "Not just here, even the back hole can lubricate itself, try that later." Her teasing and inviting words fueled Zifeng's desire, and she increased the force of her thrusts. The tip of the penis repeatedly pressed against Yinling's face. Feeling the glans poking her face, she raised her head, opened her mouth wide, and let the glans repeatedly push into her mouth...

"Knock knock knock..." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, but Zifeng, caught up in the moment, seemed not to hear it, continuing to thrust her penis back and forth.

The door was pushed open, and Lan Hua walked in. Seeing the scene before her, she frowned slightly, then gave a serious "Hmph!"

"Ah... Lan... Sister Lan Hua..." Coming to her senses, Zi Teng awkwardly and reluctantly pulled her penis out of Yin Ling's cleavage.

"Yo." Yin Ling, on the other hand, brazenly got up and licked the penis a few more times, then looked at Lan Hua with alluring eyes, "What, does the head guard want to join in too?" Lan Hua's brows furrowed even more, her hand even subtly moving towards her sword, but perhaps considering Zi Teng's presence, she didn't react, only saying irritably, "A guest from afar is waiting for you to settle her bill. Finish this important matter first before coming back to enjoy yourself." "A guest?" Zi Teng scratched his head, seeing Lan Hua's unpleasant expression, and quickly dressed before following her out the door. "What guest?" he asked cautiously on the way.

“Miss Kasha Cross, you hired her to train those female orcs.” Lan Hua’s tone showed no signs of improvement. Zi Teng roughly knew why; after all, what she had hired that lady to do was not something a traditional Eastern woman like herself could accept.

A short while later, the two arrived at the door of a guest room in the palace. “Go in.” Lan Hua’s tone held a hint of jealousy.

“Ah…” Zi Teng, somewhat taken aback, started asking silly questions, “Aren’t you coming in with me?” “I… I’ll stay outside…” This question made Lan Hua blush. “If you and Miss Kasha are finished talking and still have energy to spare, come and call me,” she said, lowering her head. “But we’ll go to another empty room.” Lan Hua’s jealous and shy demeanor was unexpectedly adorable. Zi Teng thought to herself as she pushed open the door, but as soon as she entered, her attention was completely drawn to the person in the room: long, brownish-yellow hair styled in an elegant updo, a serene and refined face full of mature feminine charm, and noticeably well-maintained, snow-white skin as soft and radiant as a girl in her early twenties.

The magnificent gown accentuated her voluptuous and alluring figure perfectly: the low-cut neckline revealed two round, white mounds of flesh, while the high slit of the skirt almost completely exposed her straight, fair legs. Perhaps the most beautiful feature was the perfectly shaped, full, and plump buttocks, encased in the slightly tight skirt at the end of her legs. With each step she took, her alluring breasts and hips swayed seductively, as if conveying an invitation and temptation.

"I'm very sorry to bother you so late, but Miss Lan Hua said earlier that it's not safe in the city and absolutely refuses to let me go ashore. Unfortunately, I have a very tight work schedule and must leave tomorrow," Kasha said in a sweet voice, looking smugly at the man who was somewhat mesmerized by her.

“Ah…it’s alright,” Zifang finally came to her senses, “I’ll sign the withdrawal slip for Lisas right away.” “Okay, please wait a moment,” Kasha turned and walked to the table to the side, bending down to rummage through a pile of documents. This action made her alluring buttocks even more prominent, and judging from the outline under her flowing silk dress, she was clearly not wearing anything underneath.

Zifang couldn’t help but step forward and get closer to the full, beautiful flesh under the silk, asking with a hint of regret, “Are you leaving tomorrow?” “What…you don’t want me to leave?” Kasha suddenly giggled and stood up, her buttocks bumping right into Zifang’s already engorged and swollen penis under his pants. Even through three layers of clothing, the elastic touch was still so intoxicating.

“I understand,” Kasha said before Zifang could apologize for the unprofitable “accidental” encounter. “It’s because it can’t bear to leave me, isn’t it?” With a quick turn, she expertly nestled into Zifang’s arms, slipping a hand inside his pants to tease and caress his hot, erect penis with a nimble yet gentle touch. “Such a strong thing, it makes me reluctant to leave too.” As she spoke, her lips were already close to Zifang’s head, her nimble tongue licking and stimulating his sensitive earlobe.

Zifang, aroused by this skillful flirting, gasped for breath. Meanwhile, the young paladin on the rooftop, “forced” to peep due to his mission, was also blushing.

“What kind of mess is this! The target of my investigation is the lowest of prostitutes, and the target of my protection is a complete pervert. What kind of mission did I get?” He unconsciously turned his head to the side, only to see a tall, blonde woman approaching through a window on the side wall. “No, really… someone’s come here specifically to peep?” Marlan muttered to himself.

"This is..." A flash of electricity suddenly appeared in her sky-blue pupils, and Marlan instantly became alert. "A dangerous disturbance, but why isn't it aimed at me? Could it be..." When she shifted her attention back to the two bodies still entangled inside the room, she noticed that the woman had quietly raised one wrist, and a gleaming spike extended from her exquisite gold bracelet.

"Is this alarm aimed at him? But why?" Marlan was stunned by the situation, which defied her common sense, but she had no time to think further. The spike silently pierced down.

"Danger!" Wisteria suddenly felt a woman's voice warn her in her mind, and at the same time, a cold light pierced her eyes. Almost reflexively, she immediately transformed her body into gold, and with a crisp sound, the spike broke into several pieces.

"Damn it!" Kasha cursed, then darted aside before Zifeng could react further. "As a man, to maintain such reaction and alertness in this situation, no wonder my father and brothers were no match for you." Zifeng had also leaped to his feet, warily watching the woman who had almost ambushed him, his mind filled with questions: What was that warning voice? And what did this woman mean? Father and brothers? But he didn't recall ever having an opponent with a Western background.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in through the half-open window. Zifeng instinctively became alert, but when he looked over, he was shocked: it was Rosa; more importantly, she had entered the beast form used by high-level orcs for combat, her sharp teeth and claws exuding a murderous aura; however, the most important reason for his shock was that her attack was aimed at him!

"Crash!" Before Zifeng could react, the skylight shattered into a rain of glass falling to the ground, and a blue-haired girl descended from the sky, separating him and Rosa.

"Another one?" Zi Teng sensed something was wrong, but things didn't go as planned. The blue-haired girl didn't turn to attack him; instead, Rosa, who was about to pounce, slowly raised a hand. With this movement, Zi Teng felt a powerful energy suddenly erupt from her, causing her long, sky-blue hair to dance wildly without wind. At the same time, Rosa seemed to have her throat locked by some unseen force, stopping her attack and revealing a pained expression of suffocation.

"Holy Energy Throat Lock?" Kasa scoffed. "So she's just a rookie paladin." Just as she made this assessment, the door was kicked open from the outside, and Lan Hua rushed in with her sword. "I heard the sound of a window breaking, what happened?" "Sister Lan Hua, grab that woman!" Zi Teng pointed to Kasa, who had retreated to a corner, but didn't notice the strange light in Lan Hua's eyes the moment they locked eyes.

"What's this?" Marlan sensed another dangerous fluctuation targeting the wisteria. Almost simultaneously, Lan Hua brushed past her. In that instant, as a paladin, she keenly noticed the same abnormal reaction in this woman as the orc she had subdued.

"Mind control?" Marlan was startled and shoved her raised hand forward. Rosa was sent flying against the wall as if struck by something, knocked unconscious by the impact. However, when she turned around again, Lan Hua was already within arm's reach of the wisteria, and the sword that seemed to be pointing at Kasa was subtly adjusting its target. "Damn it, it's too late!" In desperation, Marlan used her holy energy to lift the vase on the table into the air, and then smashed it down from a distance. "Clang!" The vase shattered on Lan Hua's head, and Lan Hua, struck, rolled her eyes back and fainted, a thin stream of blood trickling from her hair to her forehead.

"What are you doing?" Seeing her woman's head smashed, Zifang panicked. "Whose side are you on?" "Idiot! This woman, like that orc, is mind-controlled!" Marlan retorted without hesitation, drawing two longswords from her shoulder, the blue blades gleaming as she aimed at the culprit. However, she missed, as Kasha had already dodged to the side much faster than her.

"Too slow, you little rookie! What?" She turned back to look at the slow-moving Marlan provocatively, only to be suddenly grabbed by Zifang, who grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up.

"Who are you? Who sent you to kill me?" "Does that matter?" The other woman's voice sounded like she was on the verge of suffocation, but her tone was mocking, as if she wasn't afraid of her being able to snap her neck at any moment.

"I'm already very annoyed. You'd better stop with this boring tone that will only further provoke me." Zifang loosened her grip on the sword slightly to make it easier for her to speak.

“So what if I anger you? I remember you never kill women.” Although her pronunciation was much more normal, her tone remained unchanged. “Besides, even if you decide to make an exception today, it probably won’t work. If I die, the mind control spell on those two women will never be broken, and they will be your mortal enemy for life.” “You…” Zifang was stunned. Not only did the other party know her very well, but she could also be said to have grasped her greatest weakness.

Marlan, on the other hand, scoffed dismissively, but before she could say anything, she was completely stunned by Kasha’s next sentence.

“Is it strange that I know you so well? Because I will never forget what you did to my family. I am… Raúl Kruse!” “!” Marlan was shocked. She couldn’t believe that the absurd information was actually true. What exactly happened to this person during his escape?

Zifang was stunned. He tried to search his memory for any information related to this name, but he found nothing.

"What's with that expression?" Looking at the bewildered Wisteria, Kasha asked with a smile. "Yeah, you don't know this name now, but it doesn't matter, you won't know it in the future either! As long as you die here, history will change, and the fate of my family will be rewritten!" "Again...again!" Another wave of impending danger swept through her mind, but this time Marlan had no time to think about the reason for this abnormal situation. She didn't even have time to rush forward, and only had time to shout "Watch out!" to Wisteria. However, it was too late, and too unexpected. Kasha's right hand, which seemed to be restrained and unarmed, suddenly split open like liquid, and a Draenor longsword shining with red light shot out from the gap like lightning, piercing right into Wisteria's unsuspecting chest.

"No!" Whether from the frustration of mission failure or something else, Marlan felt an inexplicable sorrow as she watched the man fall, as if she had lost someone very important. She lunged at the murderer almost frantically, her two blue longswords seemingly burning with the fury of revenge.

However, Kasha remained calm, effortlessly deflecting each attack with her sidearm—her swordsmanship was far superior to Marlan's, especially since Marlan was now completely disoriented by grief and anger. Even while defending, she had the leisure to glance at the heavily wounded Wisteria, then easily parried another powerful sword strike, sarcastically remarking, "Little rookie, looks like your mission has completely failed." Marlan, regaining her composure, looked towards the direction where Wisteria had fallen. He lay motionless, blood pooling on the ground. "Impossible! There must be hope!" Marlan shouted to herself. "I have to hurry!"

Turning around, she glared fiercely at her opponent, her long blue hair flying wildly as holy energy erupted from her body. The powerful energy surge overturned all the nearby furniture.

"Is that all?" Kasha, forced back several meters, sneered. Then, she also channeled her holy energy, pushing Marlan away with her left hand, sending her tumbling into a pile of furniture wreckage.

"You brat, trying to fight me with holy energy? You're overestimating yourself!" She kicked Marlan in the chest and pressed her sword against her throat. "When I was a paladin, you were still in your mother's womb!" Suddenly, a violent energy fluctuation filled the entire room. The two paladins, now in a hostile situation, almost simultaneously felt a strange sense of fear and danger emanating from their own holy energy.

"Is it her? Does magic modify the body and enhance energy? But at this level, is she really human?" Marlan, now at her mercy, was terrified.

“This energy… Could a master-level paladin be here?” Kasha was equally astonished. “I should have expected it. If they knew they were going to deal with me, why would they send a rookie… No!” After a moment’s thought, she immediately dismissed the idea. “Even if it’s a master-level paladin, by paladin standards, isn’t this energy excessively powerful?” Looking down at Marlan, who was staring blankly behind her with an incredulous expression, Kasha quickly turned around and was equally stunned.

The man who had seemed on the verge of death, Wisteria, had stood up. Although his eyes suggested he hadn’t regained consciousness, the fatal wound on his chest had completely healed. Most astonishingly, he was the source of that massive energy fluctuation.

“This is bad!” Feeling the immense, fearful rather than warning-like paladin energy relentlessly pressing down on her, Kasha realized she probably couldn’t kill him today. After only a few seconds of hesitation, she leaped towards the window on the riverside.

"Stop!" Marlan, regaining her senses, didn't have time to give chase. On a sudden impulse, she raised her hand and forcefully slammed the metal security bars on the outside of the window shut, thinking that even if she couldn't stop her, she could at least delay her escape.

But the result was unbelievable. The other person's body passed right through the bars—no, to be precise, the body suddenly became like liquid, allowing the bars to pass right through it. "This…how is this possible…" Watching her disappear into the river like melting water, Marlan stared wide-eyed in shock. "Am I seeing things?" Sensing heavy breathing and footsteps approaching from behind, Marlan looked at Zi Teng in astonishment, feeling the energy fluctuations emanating from him. The holy energy within her trembled with fear, causing her to instinctively retreat step by step. "You…what are you going to do…" In her panic, she met Zi Teng's eyes, and what she saw within them was a greedy fire—desire.

"You...you...don't come any closer..." Before she knew it, she was forced against the wall. Marlan frantically searched for her weapon, but it was too late.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Wisteria had already closed in like lightning, his strong body slamming her against the wall. When Marlan recovered from the shock, she found her hands firmly held above her head by one hand, while his other hand reached into her skirt and ripped off her underwear. Marlan desperately tried to twist and struggle, but under the pressure of Wisteria and the wall, she was almost unable to move. She could only let him lift one of her legs to her waist, and then, a hot, huge, cylindrical object pressed against her vulva.

"No!" Marlan cried out helplessly, having given up resisting. This cry, which she thought was the most feeble of last-ditch efforts, actually made Zifang's already imminent erection tremble, her movements completely halting. Her eyes, burning with lust, slowly cleared.

"This is..." In her struggle, meeting those eyes that had extinguished their lust, Marlan was unexpectedly overwhelmed by a strange feeling, familiar and warm.

"This?" Regaining consciousness, Zifang found herself pinning the girl who had saved her against the wall, clearly in a position to rape her. Startled, she quickly released him and took several steps back. "I...I...I didn't do anything to you, did I?" "You almost did it...Quick, cover up that disgusting thing of yours!" Marlan huddled in the corner, watching the attempted raper with wariness and curiosity. "It doesn't seem like he's faking it. Could he have really lost consciousness just now? But what was that feeling when I looked into his eyes...?" "I...I'm sorry..." Zifang hurriedly found some clothes to put on, then suddenly remembered something, looked at Rosa and Lan Hua who were still unconscious, "Oh no." "If you're worried about the mind control spell on them, there's absolutely no need." Marlan carefully walked over, making sure that there was no possibility of her bare skirt being exposed.

"But she just said..." "You believe what others say? Are you an idiot?" Marlan rolled her eyes at him, "Mind control is a basic skill for us paladins." "You can break it?" Zifang was both surprised and delighted.

"Don't worry, I've got it covered." Marlan answered confidently, while pounding her chest as if to assure him, but then came an unusual tearing sound.

"Wow..." Zifang's eyes widened - the breastplate, which had been tattered in the previous battle and struggle, was completely torn apart, and Marlan's rather large breasts suddenly popped out.

Seeing the other person's eyes and expression, Marlan realized something was wrong and hurriedly covered her chest, but she didn't expect that the sudden movement would leave her exposed lower body unprotected, once again attracting Zifang's attention and exclamation.

"Ah!" Marlan, who had been completely exposed, suddenly screamed and pounced on him like a madwoman...

Half an hour later, in a desolate room, the unconscious Lan Hua and Rosa lay on the bed, while Zifang sat awkwardly by the window, turning her head away, seemingly looking at the night outside.

"Don't worry, the mind control spell on them has been lifted, but due to the side effects, it will take quite some time for them to regain consciousness, and..." Marlan, who had changed her clothes, finally softened when she saw his unresponsive and obviously frustrated back, "Um... just now... I lost control of my emotions for a moment... I'm really... very sorry. But in the end, it's because you saw something you shouldn't have seen..." Although the main content was an apology, she was clearly unwilling to completely admit her mistake.

“Even if you saw it, it was just an accident,” Wisteria’s shoulders trembled with anger. “Was it necessary to pin me to the ground and beat me up like this?” She whirled around, pointing to her bruised and battered face, now sporting two black eyes. “Look at this face!” “Ugh… Wahahahaha…” But this clearly had the opposite effect, making Marlan laugh so hard she rolled on the ground, clutching her stomach.

“What’s so funny?” Wisteria was even angrier. “How am I supposed to preside over the Barbarian King’s coronation ceremony looking like this?” After laughing for a long time, Marlan seemed to remember something, stopped, and turned to rummage through her backpack, completely ignoring Wisteria’s protests of “Hey! Don’t ignore me!” After a short while, she took out something that looked like a crystal lamp.

“A communication crystal…” Wisteria vaguely recognized this thing, which was not common in the East.

Marlan ignored her, fiddling with the communication crystal for a while. A light screen quickly rose on the crystal, but the image inside was a chaotic mess, like snowflakes. She tapped the communication crystal a few more times, but the situation didn't improve, causing her to frown. "Is it broken? Can't be that unlucky." "Marlan, is that you?" Just as she was about to dejectedly shut down the communication crystal, a somewhat aged voice sounded from within. Although accompanied by some harsh static, it was still barely audible.

"Master Yoda!" Marlan exclaimed in surprise. "For some reason, there's no image, and a lot of static.

" "It's probably because your current location is too far from the temple. How's the mission going?" "Yes, the target we need to protect is currently confirmed safe; also, the intelligence provided by MI7 is confirmed to be accurate. That woman is Lau. Lu. Kruze, and it seems her body has undergone some kind of magical modification we haven't mastered." "Gender change? The Magic Association has determined a rough method after research." "Not that, but..." Marlan paused, seemingly unsure how to explain, "It's just... her body seems to be able to turn into liquid." "Are you sure?" The voice on the other end became serious.

“If I wasn’t under some kind of illusion, then I’m certain I saw her pass through obstacles in liquid form and disappear into the water,” Marlan answered confidently. “What should I do next? Continue tracking her?” “No, it’s too difficult for you to catch her. We’ve arranged for Master Mel to go east and meet you. We’ll decide whether to proceed with the pursuit once she arrives. In the meantime, you continue to be responsible for the target’s safety.” “I have to go with him…” Marlan muttered softly, glancing back at Wisteria, a strange mixture of disgust and delight on her face.

“What did you say? Your voice is too soft, I can’t hear you.” “N-nothing…” Marlan was startled, thought for a moment, and then spoke, “Um, Master Yoda, I have a personal question I’d like to ask you. It’s just… why does my holy energy predict another person’s danger without my conscious control?” “…” The dwarf master on the other end of the communication channel trembled. Although he had expected this girl to have such a question sooner or later, he still didn’t know how to answer her. After all, the truth was too incredible for someone like her who hadn’t personally experienced those things.

“Uh… well… it’s probably because he’s a protected target on the mission, so subconsciously you were worried about his safety.” Yoda made up an excuse on the spot. “Is there anything else?” “No… nothing…” Marlan seemed thoughtful.

“Then get some rest. It must be midnight over there. Contact me if anything comes up.” Yoda turned off the communication crystal and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he had gotten away with it for now. “Oh no!” Suddenly, he thought of an even more embarrassing possibility. “I probably… said the wrong thing…” The light screen on the crystal disappeared, but Marlan was still staring blankly. “Was I subconsciously worried about that guy’s safety? Was it really just because he was a protected target on the mission? And… at that time, when I saw his eyes… what was that feeling…?” Unconsciously, she remembered the words of her best friend from her apprentice days.

"Marlan, you don't have a boyfriend? No way, with your looks, all those boys would be lining up for you to choose from." "I...I really don't..." "Oh, I see, you're waiting for your destined encounter, right?" "Then...what is that?" "Love at first sight!" The red-haired girl, born in the most romantic country on the continent, Fran, was very talkative when it came to this topic. "It's when one day you meet a man, you unconsciously care about him, and when you look at each other, he gives you a very familiar and warm feeling, and..." "Ah!" Marlan, jolted awake from her reverie, trembled violently. She secretly glanced at the still sulking Wisteria, feeling as if her face was burning. "Love at first sight...is that...?"

Chapter Four: Each with Their Own Hidden agendas

The vast twilight enveloped the silent Imperial Mausoleum Mountain. Only a single light flickered at the far corner of the mountain. It was the Imperial Mausoleum Mountain Post Station, also known as the Garan Post Station because it was built on the Garan Official Road near the mountain. The Jialan official road was an important route for transmitting official documents and military reports from the Northwest to the interior many years ago. It was not until two years ago that another official road with better conditions was built outside the mountains and its use ceased, and the Jialan post station was abandoned as a result.

Earlier that year, however, the once deserted Jialan Post Station suddenly became bustling again. From the outside, this reopened post station appeared no different from any other. However, closer inspection revealed that the guards were extremely tight, and the soldiers were not local militia, but rather agile men in black.

They were, in fact, members of the Imperial Guard. At the beginning of the year, the Emperor had instructed the Imperial Guard to send men to the Imperial Mausoleum Mountain to search for the whereabouts of the Dragon Soaring Sword. Unexpectedly, this action angered Li Qingxia, who lived in seclusion in the mountains. In just six months, over a hundred Imperial Guards had been lost. Long Qianyu, heartbroken, dared not send anyone into the mountains again. The remaining Imperial Guards settled in Jialan Post Station, secretly observing the situation on the mountain.

The post station was built against the mountain, with two watchtowers at the main gate. The courtyard, covering several acres, contained only seventeen or eighteen rooms; the rest were stables for the post horses.

Inside the main room, steam billowed, and dozens of black-clad guards sat around several large round tables, drinking, playing drinking games, shouting, and yelling. Their eyes were bloodshot, their smiles exaggerated and strained, their arms flailing and fists clenched…

For a year, living in the shadow of death, this seemed to be the only way they could vent their fear.

As the last glimmer of light faded, darkness engulfed the earth. In that instant of transition between light and darkness, a thick fog slowly rose—mountain fog always comes and goes unpredictably. The fog grew heavier and heavier, dissipating in an instant. Gradually, everything became blurred.

On the watchtower at the gate, four guards on duty, swords in hand, vigilantly watched the surrounding movements. A soft "whoosh" came from the cliff beside the watchtower. One of the guards seemed to hear the faint sound and turned to look up at the cliff. To his astonishment, a small black dot rapidly approached the watchtower from the cliff face. The guard rubbed his eyes in confusion. In that moment of hesitation, the black dot was right in front of him. He then realized that the black dot was actually a person. His mouth gaped open in terror, but he only managed to utter half a scream before the head spun rapidly in a flash of cold light. With a sharp slash, a blurry figure flew out like an arrow. The other three men on the watchtower were completely stunned by the sight before them. By the time they reacted, it was too late…

a cold blade, blood…

the three fell silently to the ground.

A pair of over-the-knee black leather boots landed steadily inside the watchtower. The assailant slowly turned around. Her long silver hair and sexy black dress were particularly striking under the torchlight. After briefly surveying the courtyard, she leaped down like a bird, landing in front of the main house door and kicking it open...

"Ah?" The people inside gasped in shock. When they realized that the person was the source of their fear, most of them were so terrified that they didn't even think to look for their weapons.

"If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't even see me," the silver-haired woman said coldly, mocking the terrified crowd. "I have no interest in killing you today. Go back and tell your master that what he's looking for is in my disciple's hands. Tell him to stop sending trash like you to bother me." After saying that, ignoring the guards who were still stunned in fear, she turned as if to leave, but then seemed to suddenly remember something. "Have you seen me tonight?

" She didn't turn around, but asked a question that seemed quite inexplicable.

“Hungry…I…I saw…ah!” The one closest to her seemed to have realized what was happening, but his answer was clearly wrong. As punishment, his head was separated from his body.

“And what about you?” the silver-haired woman asked again.

“No, no, no, we haven’t seen you…” The answers were uniform.

“Um…since we haven’t seen you…how should we…take you?” A guard who looked like a leader seemed to have thought of something and asked tremblingly.

“That’s not a very smart question.” The woman glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. His cold gaze made him tremble, and he quickly understood.

“I understand…it was…we found out ourselves!”…

Just as Li Qingxia unusually came out of the mountains to attack the guard camp but also unusually refrained from massacres, an unexpected event also occurred in the capital of the Kingdom of Gulan outside the northwestern border.

While the Sultan led his Tiger Guard on a hunting trip and conducted military exchanges with the Yanhuang Northwest Garrison, a pro-war prince who remained in the country secretly plotted to seize power. Of course, such things happen every ten or twenty years in this country, so it's not surprising. But shortly before the uprising, the prince who dreamed of becoming Sultan was murdered in his bedroom. And like the old Sultan's brother who seized power a few years earlier but died mysteriously soon after, there were no signs of a struggle in the room. Apart from a tiny, almost invisible, sword wound on his neck that completely severed his trachea, there were no other wounds on his body.

Also in the northwest, in a remote valley with few people, some hard-to-find houses were built in a huge cavern. In the corridor outside the houses, Xiang Qingsi, with a furrowed brow, walked quickly towards a large house. Opening the door, a strong, lewd smell hit her nose. On the

soft couch inside, two men, one sitting and one lying, sat. The one sitting was tall and thin, while the one lying was short, stocky, and dark-skinned. A group of attractive, naked women surrounded the two men, allowing them to grope them. Some of them still had traces of semen clearly visible on their faces and genitals. The soft floorboards were covered in spilled food and drink.

"Hmm..." Xiang Qingsi coughed, and the women immediately got up and left. After the door closed, she said, "How was it? Were you two comfortable here?" The short man lying down didn't answer, seemingly asleep. The lean man replied, "Quite comfortable. But, Miss, you didn't really invite us here to relax and enjoy ourselves, did you?" "Of course," Xiang Qingsi answered bluntly, "I invited you here to do your old tricks." "Kill who? Not your son's..." "Should we nail it?" The lean man's eyes darted around slyly. "If that's the case, we'll have to apologize. The old man instructed us not to clash with him. You can pretend you didn't hear that, but we're afraid we can't." "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you." He glanced at the other man's rapidly shifting eyes with some disgust and replied to Qing Si, "Although my ultimate goal is for him to die, you don't need to lift a finger. Your target is someone else." "Who?" "Yin Feng Mo Xiang Feng." "Xiahou Qin?" The short, stocky man who had been silent until now suddenly trembled.

"I knew this wouldn't be good..." The lean man didn't react as dramatically, but his face turned grim. "I say, Miss, although we two are the best assassins in the Xiang family's assassin camp, in the entire industry, let alone those nine phoenixes, even ten random people from the Nine Phoenix Tower's secret service would probably be people we'd call seniors. And you still want us to kill the one in charge of those nine phoenixes..." "Otherwise, why would I need to bring both of you here?" Xiang Qingsi's tone showed no room for negotiation.

"Alright, let's give it a try..." The two men turned and looked at each other for a moment. The short man nodded, while the tall, thin man said somewhat helplessly, "But I have to say two things upfront. First, it's uncertain whether this will work out; second, regardless of whether it succeeds or not, if the old man pursues the matter later, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself." Xinling City is located southwest of Baiyun City, at the intersection of several major land routes in the northwest. Due to its important geographical location, it was a strategic point of contention for military strategists hundreds of years ago when various warlords vied for power. Today, it remains the core military and political area of the entire northwest, with the Northwest Grand Marshal's Mansion located within the city. At the same time, like other major cities in the empire, there is also a branch of the Nine Phoenix Pavilion here.

This Nine Phoenix Pavilion is separated from the Marshal's Mansion by three streets. On one of these streets, in the basement of a building, a seemingly sealed room is illuminated by warm light, and sounds of panting and groans echo within.

Lin Feng, the heir of the King of Xiling, was lying flat on a soft bed, his gaze fixed greedily on the smooth, white back in front of him at a 45-degree angle.

"Ah... um... Your Highness... deeper, more intense..." Lin Feng straddled a naked girl, panting softly. With her passionate movements, the point where their bodies were joined made a series of wet, squelching sounds.

The girl appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. Her medium-length, reddish-brown hair was styled into two cute bun-like buns on either side of her head, adorned with white cloth hair ornaments and pink ribbons. A few strands of hair peeked out from between her ponytails, blending seamlessly with her long, sparse bangs. Her slightly chubby chin added a touch of childishness, and beneath her natural willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of large, dark eyes. Below her straight, delicate nose was a small, cherry-like mouth—a picture of demure beauty.

Xiahou Lian, Xiahou Qin's adopted and groomed successor as a sister, was clearly not thinking about this, despite the lewd moans and cries escaping her lips. Her attention was entirely focused on the jade pendant in her hand, half of which was carved with a phoenix motif, carefully observing every subtle undulation at the broken edge.

While her upper body meticulously examined and compared the pieces, Xiahou Lian's lower body continued its practiced and natural movements, swallowing and releasing the man's penis beneath her. This seemingly difficult task was second nature to her, given her specialized training. Of course, this was also the reason she chose this somewhat awkward position—to prevent the man beneath her from losing interest due to her lack of focus.

However, judging from the prince's excited expression and the slight twitching of his body during intercourse, he didn't seem to care about the woman's dual role. To him, it was an unparalleled pleasure: the vitality of a teenage girl's body and the tightness and juiciness of her vagina far surpassed that of Xiang Qingsi, who was nearing the age of aging and fading beauty. Furthermore, Xiahou Lian's superb sexual skills and varied techniques were beyond the reach of the equally young and beautiful maids in the palace. So, after the two of them hooked up a few days ago with their own motives, he quickly became hopelessly entangled.

"Don't worry, it was made by the best craftsman in the world according to your description, absolutely flawless. Oh... it's getting tighter again..." As if in response to the man beneath her words, Xiahou Lian squeezed her legs even tighter, causing him to shudder with pleasure. "Little slut, I really like your cunt more and more. After this is over, I'll definitely find a way to bring you into the manor." Lin Feng's panting words made Xiahou Lian's lips curl into a smug smile. Feeling the two hands kneading her buttocks move to her chest as her upper body sat up, she immediately understood that this young master was no longer satisfied with the situation of "passively taking a beating".

Carefully placing the half of the jade pendant on the bedside table, she braced herself on the bed with both hands, slightly lifting herself off the ground as he sat up. She stretched her legs back and hooked them around his waist, then hooked her arms behind him as he reached under her, effectively hanging herself on Lin Feng.

"Wow...really..." With the adjusted position, Lin Feng felt he could penetrate deeper. He gripped her throbbing breasts tightly, greedily stroking them back and forth, enjoying the silky feel of her skin. At the same time, his penis, rubbed and pressed against her tight vagina, became even more excited as he gained control of the movement. His thrusting accelerated almost immediately, causing Xiahou Lian's suspended body to sway back and forth.

Long-term sexual training allowed Xiahou Lian's body to perfectly adapt to any size and intensity. Now, Lin Feng, who was launching a fierce offensive, once again deeply experienced the exquisite qualities of this woman's body—with each insertion and withdrawal, he could feel the folded flesh walls constantly contracting and squeezing, making it almost impossible for his penis to move forward, and sending indescribable pleasure through his entire nervous system. At the same time, Xiahou Lian's cherry-like vulva emitted long, sweet moans from the friction and collision of their bodies, sending waves of wonderful numbness through his body.

With her skillful cooperation and perfect teasing, it only took a few minutes for Lin Feng to fall into an uncontrollable sexual frenzy. His eyes widened with excitement, his body arching backward before thrusting forward with all his might, striving for the deepest penetration and the most thorough withdrawal. With each violent collision, his hands gripped Xiahou Lian's soft, round breasts tightly, his large breasts almost drawing blood. Using his gripping hands as a fulcrum, he thrust upwards with maximum force and speed, pounding into the depths of her flower, letting out a frenzied roar.

"Little slut!...I...I want...to fuck you to death!" "Ah...I want...come on...Your Highness...fuck me..." Although the intensity wasn't as strong for a woman of Xiahou Lian's background as it appeared, she still feigned a wanton, uncontrollable moan to please the man behind her.

The moans and the coordination of their bodies excited Lin Feng even more, but he also lost control of his body. Before long, an irresistible warm current filled his penis.

"Little slut, it's coming, I'm going to cum." "Ah...no...I'm still young...I don't want to get pregnant..." Xiahou Lian certainly wasn't worried about getting pregnant, but her deliberate words, combined with her charming childlike voice and her youthful body, were enough to make any man's imagination run wild. Sure enough, under this stimulation, Lin Feng could no longer hold back. He tensed his hips and desperately thrust his penis to the deepest point he could reach. As soon as the final insertion was complete, the tip of his penis began to eagerly ejaculate wave after wave of hot semen deep into her honey hole. The

intense ejaculation lasted for more than half a minute. When the last bit of semen finally left his body, Lin Feng collapsed on the bed, panting with satisfaction. He didn't even have the strength to get Xiahou Lian off him.

Xiahou Lian wasn't in a hurry to get off, nor did she rush to expel the intruder that had already gone limp inside her. Instead, she gently moved the walls of her honey hole, carefully soothing the penis that was sensitive after ejaculation.

Laying her petite body completely down, her head resting on Lin Feng's chest, she said, "I've examined it carefully; it's indeed a flawless imitation. But a fake is still a fake." "What do you mean..." Lin Feng asked weakly.

"The real Nine Phoenix Token has a very special ingredient: the blood of the contemporary Xiahou Qin. In other words, no matter how realistic it is, just a few drops of Xiahou Qin's blood will immediately expose it." "I understand what you mean. Xiahou Qin must die, right?" Lin Feng realized, but wasn't worried at all. "Don't worry, to deal with him, my mother has already transferred the best assassins from the Xiang family's assassination camp." "Those two guys..." Xiahou Lian frowned, still looking uneasy.

In the early hours of the next day, a thick fog suddenly rose on both sides of the northwestern border of Yanhuang, spreading all the way to the area near the Imperial Mausoleum within the country. In a forest shrouded in fog, a slightly tired figure moved through the trees. She moved quickly but quietly; even when very close, her footsteps were inaudible.

That was Xiahou Qin, but even a regular at the Nine Phoenix Pavilion would probably find it hard to recognize her at this moment. Her long hair, usually flowing down her shoulders, was now meticulously styled in a pink ribbon. Without the rouge and powder covering her face, she had lost some of her usual allure but gained a more heroic and spirited air.

She was no longer wearing those gorgeous and elaborate dance costumes; a tight-fitting, halter-neck dress completely covered almost all of her upper body except for her arms, yet it couldn't hide her captivating figure. Her left arm was covered by a sleeve with strange patterns, and the wrist extended forward into a triangular structure connecting to her middle finger. Her right arm was completely exposed, except for a magnificent gemstone bracelet on her wrist.

Perhaps to avoid hindering her movements, the hem of her skirt was extremely short, barely covering her upper thighs. Her high, round buttocks and beautiful legs were encased in pale purple silk stockings, and on her feet were a pair of specially made soft-soled shoes of the same color that made almost no sound when she walked.

Because of the prince's assassination, border checks had been very strict lately. Fortunately, a thick fog rolled in early this morning, allowing Xiahou Qin to quietly cross the border. As the fog gradually dissipated, she was slightly tired after walking for several hours through the mountains. She sat down to rest by a mountain stream, scooping up cool water to quench her thirst. The gemstone bracelet on her wrist shimmered beautifully in the sunlight—it was the most incongruous part of her current outfit, yet something she absolutely refused to change.

"That little lecher… he should be off to Lingnan to propose marriage by now," Xiahou Qin thought unconsciously, a faint pang of sadness rising in her heart as she recalled the person who gave her the bracelet. "Oh well, isn't this better? Anyway, even if he came now, I couldn't touch him with these blood-stained hands." Although she said this, she still felt uneasy. Especially in the past two years, Xiahou Qin's heart had been filled with conflicting emotions; she always hoped he would come to her, yet she often dared not face him. Although she always used this excuse to brush herself off, she knew the real reason very well: he would find out her identity sooner or later, and judging from his habit of keeping his cards close to his chest, he probably already knew. In that situation, how could she face his possible questioning or even a sudden confrontation?

"Hmm?" Xiahou Qin seemed to suddenly sense something, rising to her feet and warily glancing at several old trees nearby covered in vines. She sensed a faint murderous aura, and slowly, her right hand moved to the strange, metallic belt at her waist.

A morning breeze quietly blew by, carrying fallen leaves that brushed past Xiahou Qin's eyes. In that instant when her vision was blocked, the vines on those trees suddenly seemed to come alive, leaping into the air and hurtling towards her at high speed.

"Hmph!" Xiahou Qin snorted coldly, her right hand rising in a flash. Her belt transformed into a streak of silver light, dancing and leaping before her like lightning. In a few swift movements, it sliced through all the approaching vines. The silver light gradually shortened, finally solidifying in her right hand into a gleaming silver soft sword.

At the same time, another crisp sound rang out, and a tree in the middle was reduced to a shower of wood chips as if sliced a thousand times, revealing a tall, thin figure covered in wounds.

"Yao Qianmu..." Xiahou Qin pointed her sword forward, her eyes filled with killing intent.

"Half-blade, half-whip, the number one divine sword, the Silver Edge Sword truly lives up to its name." The tall, thin man trembled as he spoke. Although the tree trunk protected his wounds from spreading, the chain reaction of pain from so many wounds was unbearable. Chapter 5 Alarm All Cleared

11-20 "Thank you for the compliment, but as is customary, anyone who has seen this sword must die." Xiahou Qin's voice was as cold as ice. "That might not be so easy." Another gust of evil wind blew by, scattering leaves everywhere, but suddenly they all stopped in mid-air. As the man pointed his hands forward, countless leaves shot out like a dense rain of arrows. "Tch..." Xiahou Qin was completely dismissive. Her right hand rose again, and the sword in her hand changed rapidly. The blade instantly split into countless segments, each connected by metal wires of the same color. The entire sword was like a white diamond encircling her body, blocking all the flying leaves. But soon, Xiahou Qin felt an unusual tremor beneath her feet. Just as she tried to shift her attention downwards, a hand with a hooked claw emerged from the ground right next to her right foot. She quickly dodged, managing not to be grabbed, but the sharp spikes of the claw grazed her ankle, leaving several wounds. Before she could even land properly, there was another huge "boom," and the ground in front of her flipped up and pressed down on her. "Break!" Xiahou Qin shouted, pressing her left hand against the massive, crashing mound of earth. Her oddly shaped sleeve, incongruous with her clothing, suddenly flashed with an earthy yellow light. A dull thud followed, and the mound shattered into countless small pieces that crashed down in the opposite direction. "Ah! Waaah!..." A series of screams rang out as a burly, short man, clutching his clearly fractured right arm, escaped the "rain of earth and stones" and retreated to the side of the tall, thin man. "Fang Wantu... the two demons of earth and wood have both come. The Xiang family really thinks highly of me," Xiahou Qin laughed. "It's just a pity that you've used all your tricks but it seems you can't do anything to me." "Not entirely." The short man, clutching his broken arm, was in so much pain he could barely speak, while the tall, thin man seemed rather smug. "Have you ever thought that if we joined forces, perhaps there would be some different results?" "!" Xiahou Qin was startled, suddenly remembering something. She turned to look at the wound on her ankle, where the blood seeping out was a terrifying purplish-black. She hurriedly reached out to seal her acupoints to stop the spread of the poison, but a sudden, intense wave of dizziness left her weak and she collapsed. "It's no use. This is my carefully concocted corpse poison. Not only is there no antidote, but it also spreads extremely quickly. If I had cut off that leg when I was first injured, I might have been able to save my life, but now the poison has already..." Before the tall, thin man could finish boasting about his masterpiece, a barrier suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, seemingly made of giant crystal swords, completely separating the two sides. "This is..." Seeing the scene before them and considering their current location, the two men couldn't help but shudder. They exchanged a glance and immediately reached a consensus, "Let's go!" The main building of the Xiling Prince's Mansion was originally the palace of the Liang Kingdom. Like the palaces of monarchs in various war-torn countries, it also had a large number of complex and hidden underground passages and secret chambers. Among them, one secret chamber was the most mysterious. No more than ten people in the entire western provinces, including the Xiling Prince himself, knew of its existence, and only four people were able to enter it. These included Xiahou Qin , the top courtesan of the Nine Phoenix Pavilion who had countless admirers; Zhuge Qi, the head of the Xuanmen forces in the area under the Xiling Prince's jurisdiction; Gongsun Shu, the old strategist of the Prince's Mansion with disciples all over the country; and Ouyang Hua, a wealthy merchant who controlled many important trade resources in the western provinces. These four people who could enter the chamber seemed to have no connection, but if one paid close attention to their names, one would find that the last character of each name, when put together, formed the characters for "qin" (琴, zither), "qi" (棋, chess), "shu" (书, calligraphy), and "hua" (画, painting). Was this just a coincidence? Regardless of the answer, the secret room, usually filled with four people, was empty of them this afternoon. "Still no news of Xiahou Qin?" Gongsun Shu asked the other two, receiving the same answer as in the morning: both shook their heads. "She's always punctual for missions, it seems something really happened," Ouyang Hua said worriedly. "I never expected that the first to run into trouble, after all our precautions, would be the Nine Phoenix Tower, whom we considered the safest." "Thinking about it, it's not surprising," Zhuge Qi analyzed. "While our forces may seem loose, they're hidden within the Xuanmen, academies, officialdom, and merchants, numerous and widespread, making infiltration difficult. The Nine Phoenix Tower, however, is different. Although meticulously organized, its target is too concentrated and obvious. The question now is, who did it, and what is their purpose?" "Isn't it obvious?" Ouyang Hua said without hesitation. "Who in Yanhuang has the power and audacity to deal with our Changge Sect besides the Xiang family? As for the purpose, it's clearly him." “I don’t think so. The Xiang family and the Huang family were already quite unhappy because of the matter with the Northern King and the South Sea Fleet. Given Xiang Lang’s cautious approach, neither conflict with him nor a complete break with us is something he would want.” Zhuge Qi clearly disagreed with the other’s assessment. “You mean…” Ouyang Hua paused for a moment, then understood, “This is that woman or her son acting on their own?” “I just think this assessment is more reasonable,” Zhuge Qi replied calmly, then turned to Gongsun Shu, “What does the Prince mean?” “The Prince means nothing,” Gongsun Shu answered. “Whether this was instigated by Xiang Lang or a solo action by the mother and son, it’s inextricably linked to the Xiang family. And Changge Gate is the shadow of the Western Ling King. If we intervene forcefully, it’s practically equivalent to the Western Ling King’s Mansion and the Xiang family standing on opposite sides, which is an outcome the Prince doesn’t want.” “Then at least we should regain control of Jiufeng Tower first,” Ouyang Hua said.

"That's easier said than done. The subordinates of the four major forces under Changge Sect don't even know each other. They only communicate through the four of us. Now that Xiahou Qin isn't here, Jiufeng Tower won't listen to us at all," Zhuge Qi poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"Don't we have the Jiufeng Token?" "It's meaningless. Since they've launched an operation to control Jiufeng Tower, they must have a perfect copy of the Jiufeng Token. And the only way to prove the authenticity of the Jiufeng Token is Xiahou Qin's blood. So the key now is to find her," Gongsun Shu said. "Immediately activate the backup intelligence network under your control and search for her whereabouts with all your might." "But, even if we take action to this extent, even if we regain control of Jiufeng Tower, will we still be able to stop Jiufeng Tower's secret forces from taking action against him?" Ouyang Hua was very uneasy about this plan.

"Don't worry, who are those two?" Gongsun Shu was quite confident. "The second-best assassin in the world and the future head of the royal family, whom our Changge Sect unanimously favors. These two shouldn't be so easily killed." It was noon, the time for meals to be served in the palace. However, facing a table of exquisite food, Long Zhengtian had no appetite whatsoever, seemingly waiting for something.

Soon, Long Qianyu appeared in the room. "Has the news been confirmed?" he asked hurriedly.

"It's basically confirmed," Long Qianyu replied. "According to the feedback from the southwest, he does indeed possess a sword that resembles the Dragon Soaring Sword." "Hmm… I also think she has no reason to lie to us about this.

" Long Zhengtian nodded.

"So what's next? Should I send someone to secretly contact him and retrieve the sword?" "Hmm..." Long Zhengtian made a nodding gesture, but then seemed to suddenly remember something and paused for a long time before speaking again, "No, you shouldn't concern yourself with this matter for now. Let me think about how to handle it further." Two hours later, in the study of the Xiang family mansion, Xiang Lang was resting with his eyes closed when Xiang Qingwen rushed in, looking travel-worn. "Father, the imperial edict that just came out..." "I know." Xiang Lang answered calmly.

"Also, I just heard a rumor that..." "That the sword is in Zi Teng's hands, is that right?" "You know about that too?" "I also know where this rumor first came from," Xiang Lang said matter-of-factly, "from the Emperor." "Then we..." "We won't get involved in this matter." "But..." "There are no buts. Think carefully about why the Emperor did this?" Opening his eyes, Xiang Lang sternly reprimanded his youngest son.

“But Father, he’s already second only to the Emperor in the West. If he were to offer up the sword again, I’m afraid…” “Don’t worry, I know what kind of person the Emperor is. Would he really trust someone like Zifeng to be a powerful regional official?” Xiang Lang laughed. “Besides, who do you think Zifeng is? If he were to offer himself up as a pawn for the Emperor, the situation in the West wouldn’t have developed to this point.” Just then, a servant came in to report, “Master, the eldest young master has returned.” “Qinglong?” Xiang Lang was slightly pleased. “Quickly, let him in.” "A moment later, a man in bronze naval armor entered. "Father." "Qinglong, how did the purchase of the ironclad ships go?" "It's basically settled. In a few days, I'll send someone to Baiyun City to discuss some details with the people from there. However, the navy probably can't afford the cost of the ships." "I'll figure something out. If all else fails, we can use money from home to cover it." "Alright." Xiang Qinglong replied, then cautiously asked, "Father, has something happened lately?" "What do you mean?" Xiang Lang asked, puzzled.

"I passed through Tianjing Guard on my way here. The Second Brother just returned from the Southeast. He said that while he was away a while ago, someone used the family's token to transfer the Earth and Wood Demons from the Death Squad. He asked me to come and ask if anything was wrong." "The Earth and Wood Demons..." Xiang Lang paused for a moment, then suddenly slammed his hand on the table. "Oh no! That girl Qing Si is probably going to cause trouble!" "Ugh..." Xiahou Qin woke up somewhat groggily, feeling still very weak, but unlike when she was poisoned, her current symptoms seemed more like excessive blood loss. After regaining some clarity, she began to examine her body and found that not only were there no signs of poisoning, but even the wound on her foot had healed, though something seemed to be missing.

"Looking for this?" A cold voice drew her attention. Li Qingxia, with her silver hair, was fiddling with the bracelet she always wore on her wrist. "This was a reward I gave him when his Five Elements True Qi had just taken shape," she said, tossing the bracelet back to her. "He said he would give it to his favorite woman. I always thought it would end up in that Sima family girl's hands. I never expected he would give it to you." "I know...

I'm not worthy..." Although she said this, Xiahou Qin still carefully took the bracelet back, cherishing it.

"Whether you're worthy or not isn't up to you. Since he thinks this should be given to you, it means you are worthy." Looking at the other's actions and expression, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Li Qingxia's cold eyes.

"But... mine..." Xiahou Qin hesitated.

"Your what? Purpose or status?" Li Qingxia seemed indifferent. "At least I think he doesn't care." A simple sentence made Xiahou Qin's body tremble violently as if she had been electrocuted. "He... he knows everything?" she asked in fear.

"What do you think?" "I..." "I'll say it again, the decision is his. Since he thinks you're a good match, and you haven't done anything to hurt him, then at least I won't mind having you as a daughter-in-law." Li Qingxia said frankly. Facing this woman who controlled what was perhaps the most efficient intelligence network in the entire East, she felt there was no point in hiding her identity.

"Thank you..." The other party's lack of surprise proved this point. "Hmm..." During the conversation, Xiahou Qin suddenly felt a violent wave of dizziness and almost uncontrollably collapsed.

"Don't worry, this is just a reaction to excessive blood loss," Li Qingxia said. "There's no antidote for the poison you've been given. I can only force the toxins into the bloodstream in a localized area of your body and then suck them out along with the blood." "Then you..." "Don't worry, that stingy sacred beast won't let me die so easily." Perhaps unaccustomed to being cared for, Li Qingxia changed the subject. "What kind of people were those two who attacked you?" "They used to be members of the Xuanmen sect. One can control earth and rocks and is skilled in earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of escape technique), while the other can manipulate plants and is skilled in making and using poisons. Together they are known as the Earth and Wood Demons, and along with Jin Wudi, Han Shuilong, and Pilihuo, they are considered the five great masters of the Xiang family's Death Squad." "Hmph, masters of this level..." Li Qingxia said disdainfully, getting up to leave, but was stunned by Xiahou Qin's sudden question behind her.

"Why did you give him that sword?" The tone wasn't a question, but almost an accusation. "Didn't you know that would bring him trouble?" The agitated tone made the person being questioned tremble inexplicably.

"What does that have to do with me?" But she still tried to maintain a cold demeanor and tone. "My only goal is to stop those idiots from bothering me. Isn't it a son's duty to relieve his mother's troubles?

" "You know you're a mother!" Such an explanation would obviously only make the other person angrier. "Pushing your son into a dangerous vortex for your own ease, what kind of mother are you?" Li Qingxia didn't turn around, but her voice and shoulders were trembling violently, whether from anger, agitation, or sadness, it was hard to tell. "Stop talking nonsense!

" She almost shouted, her voice accompanied by a strong aura of anger, her long silver hair flying wildly, and the tables and chairs around her were overturned.

"Did I say something wrong?" Xiahou Qin didn't back down at all; from the moment she asked the question, she had prepared for the worst.

"You..." Li Qingxia's voice softened slightly, "Take good care of yourself." "Wh...what..." This sudden change startled Xiahou Qin.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending? Do you really think the Xiang family's target is just you?" As she spoke, Li Qingxia walked out the door. "Hurry up and recover, so you might be able to save him before he gets burned." Leaving the room where Xiahou Qin was placed, she wandered aimlessly in the corridor. Inadvertently, she walked to a door, and pushed it open with some inexplicable confusion. Inside was a bookshelf, a desk, and a bed with messy bedding. "Where is this..." She felt her feet move uncontrollably, and she walked step by step to the bed. His scent seemed to still linger in the messy bedding.

Staring blankly for a long time, a strange impulse surged through her heart. She leaned down and lay on her side, burying her face quietly in the blankets and pillows…

Three days had passed since Yinhua ascended the throne as the Barbarian Queen, but Zifeng, who had long been preparing to go to Lingnan, was unable to move. The cause of this situation was the assassination attempt that he found inexplicable, and the key figure was that beautiful young paladin who had also appeared somewhat inexplicably.

Three days ago, in the afternoon, Zifeng returned to his room after presiding over the coronation ceremony and saw this blue-haired young lady waiting for him with a serious expression. Thinking that she was going to pester him about something that happened the night before, Zifeng immediately felt a slight pain in his still swollen face. However, the other party's purpose was completely unexpected.

"First, let me reintroduce myself. My full name is Marlan Abidis, the only daughter of the Abidis family of the Shuran tribe of the Samatia. The family is honored by the Federal Senate with the title of Duke, and our territory is the Winter Province in the northern part of the Karan Grasslands. My mother is General Carol Abidis, the commander of the Second Legion of the Lisas Federation stationed in the Karan United Grand Autonomous Territory." Zifang was stunned. Marlan's identity and official family background somewhat overwhelmed him. However, what surprised him even more was that the blue-haired girl, who was giving what seemed like an overly formal introduction, was strangely blushing, and her voice revealed a slight shyness.

However, Zifang had no time to ponder the meaning of these unusual behaviors, because the second thing Marlan mentioned was serious business: "Secondly, given that the assassin, Lau. Lu. Kruze, is missing, we cannot rule out the possibility that he is still hiding nearby. Therefore, based on the orders from the temple and my personal assessment, it is not advisable for you to travel at the moment." Of course, Zifang didn't take either the orders from the Temple of War or the young lady's assessment seriously, but he hadn't expected the enemy's allies to be so powerful.

Lan Hua said sternly, "If anything happens to you, I will be primarily responsible. Don't make things difficult for me." One sentence left Zifang speechless. Rosa said seriously

, "You are an important figure related to the revival of the Lion Clan. Your safety is absolutely paramount.

" The Lion Princess never made empty promises, so that afternoon the port was blockaded by the orc forces.

Yin Hua was overjoyed: "There are still many things we need to rely on you for here. It's good to stay a little longer." The subtext was clear: the situation is not stable yet, so don't think you can escape leisurely.

Yinling didn't comment, but muttered softly when the two were very close, "Hmm...hmm...green hat..." This was probably the most blatant threat.

Even her future father-in-law, after receiving the news, considerately sent someone to comfort her before returning to Lingnan, "Don't worry, I'll explain to my daughter." Why did everyone seem to think they were doomed to die on the road? Zifeng was very depressed, but there was nothing he could do.

So, after two days, he finally suffered from insomnia. But don't misunderstand, the reason wasn't excessive depression or lovesickness, but the old problem that had always existed—women: Lanhua had returned to the palace first to report on the war situation, Rosa had led troops to suppress several disobedient tribes, and even Yinling had set off upstream to welcome the trade and mining development delegation from Lisas.

As for Yinhua, setting aside whether her physical condition could withstand his lust, and the inconvenience of her growing belly, the disgusting potions she drank daily to stimulate the fetus were enough to completely kill Zifeng's appetite for such things.

So that night, completely unable to sleep, Zifeng could only lie by the window, boredly watching Marlan darting around the palace.

She was setting up holy energy traps. Based on the last attack, as long as Zifeng was awake, the assassin had no chance, so what needed to be guarded against was infiltration and sneak attacks. Based on this judgment, for the past few days, Marlan had been setting up warning-type magical traps in all necessary places in the palace, based on the characteristics of the opponent's holy energy.

From the main gate to the back door, from the main passage to the underground secret passage, from the windowsill to the roof, from the corridor to the stairs...

finally extending the warning system all the way to Zifeng's room door.

"Phew... this is the last one for today... finally..." Relieved, Marlan felt a wave of intense fatigue wash over her, making her drowsy. Setting up so many holy energy traps was no easy task for a novice paladin like her, and to do it for three days straight left her utterly exhausted. She leaned against the door, wanting to rest for a while, but the sudden relaxation of her weary body meant she didn't want to move at all.

The door suddenly opened, and the limp Marlan, caught off guard, stumbled inside. But she was quickly caught by a pair of strong hands. "Please, a girl should know how to take care of her body,

" a caring and gentle voice said, warming Marlan's heart. But this feeling didn't last long, because Wisteria's next move was to lift her up in his arms, kick the door shut as he turned, and then head straight for the bed.

"Ah!" Marlan screamed at 120 decibels, her legs kicking instinctively in resistance, quickly dislodging her boots. "W-what are you doing?" Her struggling body and questioning voice trembled, a mixture of shyness, unease, anger, and a strange anticipation.

But Zifang simply and carefully placed her on the bed. He himself found it strange; from the first moment he saw this girl, he had a magical feeling, a sense of familiarity, a willingness to care for and cherish her, but nothing more. Even more unusual was that even after seeing almost all her vital parts, he hadn't felt any lust. Moreover, this wasn't a conscious act; rather, it seemed to be a reaction caused by some kind of biological instinct.

"Don't move, rest well." Zifang's words were gentle, yet Marlan felt a deep tenderness that she couldn't refuse. So she obediently lay down, then quietly watched as he covered her with a thin linen blanket before turning and walking towards the door.

Marlan felt conflicted, a mix of relief and disappointment. "Am I really that unattractive..." he murmured, vaguely hearing her mutter something as he opened the door.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stopping in his tracks.

"N-nothing..." Marlan stammered, shrinking back under the covers.

Zifang hesitated for a moment, then went out, closing the door behind him. A soft snoring could be heard from inside—though Marlan still felt a strange unease, he couldn't resist his exhaustion.

Not long after the footsteps in the corridor faded, a figure darted into the room through the half-open window.

The figure was completely shrouded in a shimmering cloak; from the outside, only a tall, slender figure could be vaguely discerned.

Approaching the bed, the figure trembled slightly upon seeing the sleeping person, as if smiling. Pulling back the cloak covering the head, a face unlike any other was revealed.

With her long, flowing, dark blue hair, blue-white skin, gracefully shaped horns, and slightly pointed ears, she appeared somewhat strange at first glance, yet all together they formed a harmonious whole. Her face was slightly long, but her features were well-proportioned; even by human standards of beauty, she was quite beautiful, if one disregarded her skin color. Her body was entirely shrouded in a cloak, obscuring her exact figure, but in terms of height, she was no less impressive than any human male.

All these characteristics were typical of female Draenei, a race that lived in the northern part of the western continent of Azeroth, whose origins remained a mystery. Judging from their geographical location, they likely lived between the spheres of influence of elves and orcs in ancient times. Furthermore, possessing some physical features of both elves and tauren, most biologists and historians have long believed they were the product of intermarriage between these two races.

Half-asleep, Marlan vaguely sensed someone quietly approaching her face. Half-awake, she assumed it was Zifang returning to steal a kiss. Summoning courage and impulse from who-knows-where, the girl reached out and touched the approaching face. "Honestly, why didn't you say you wanted a kiss? I certainly wouldn't have refused..." she said, pouting as she leaned in to meet her kiss.

"Wow... our little Marlan is unexpectedly bold and proactive." The Draenei woman said, half-surprised and half-happy, watching her actions.

"Ah?" Hearing that incredibly familiar voice, Marlan woke up abruptly. "Master... Master! You... you... why are you... here?" Seeing the person before her, she stammered in surprise.

"Why else? I'm here to clean up your mess." The Draenei woman replied irritably, then suddenly changed the subject, "What did you mean by those words just now?" She watched with a mischievous grin as Marlan's face gradually flushed.

"It's... it's... actually..." Feeling her face burning, Marlan stammered for a long time without managing to utter a coherent answer.

"You've fallen for him?" The Draenei woman kindly decided to stop teasing her for the time being.

"Yes..." Marlan's face turned even redder, but her expression was somewhat helpless. "But that guy is such a blockhead. I've already... I've already solemnly introduced my family background, and he hasn't given me any decent reaction at all." There was a hint of resentment in her voice.

"Blockhead... that's really fitting, that guy..." The Draenei woman laughed quite happily, but it was unclear who she was laughing at. "But in my opinion, you're just blinded by love, aren't you? Even in the West, many people wouldn't understand the traditional way of expressing love among your Samatian women, let alone him, a native Easterner." She patted the girl's head, giving her a look that said, "You little idiot."

"Is... is that so... then... what should I do..." Marlan pouted and asked, somewhat aggrieved.

“Simple, three steps: date, confess, and sleep together,” the Draenei woman said matter-of-factly, completely disregarding whether Marlan, who was already blushing and hiding under the covers, could accept it.

At that moment, Zifang also arrived at the door of a guest room. This room was originally intended for Marlan, but now that it was “occupied,” he decided to make do for the time being.

However, Zifang was stunned when he opened the door. His first reaction was: Did I go to the wrong room? His second reaction was: Beautiful woman! His third reaction was: Is there really someone here?

Clothes that seemed to have just been changed were scattered haphazardly on and under the bed: white underwear, a shirt and belt, a tight-fitting dress with a corset-style top, thick black stockings that didn't reveal the skin, and mid-heeled shoes… And on the chaise lounge near the window, a woman who was probably the owner of these clothes was looking down at a blue-covered book.

The woman was only wearing a thin, almost transparent nightgown, which offered virtually no concealment. Her skin was very white, or perhaps excessively white, giving it a bloodless appearance; even the pores and veins were completely invisible.

Complementing her skin tone, her figure appeared somewhat thin. While not overly frail, the combination with her pale skin gave an unhealthy impression. Her

long, shoulder-length green hair wasn't draped down her back, but rather tied into two braids with silk ribbons, hanging down to her chest.

Her breasts, though not large, were perfectly hemispherical, fitting well on her exquisite bustier. Her waist was incredibly slender, like a sea serpent, and her hips were round but not large, creating a perfectly streamlined silhouette with her long, graceful legs.

However, upon closer inspection, one could see strange structures resembling tightened fish fins on her wrists, ankles, and back. Additionally, there were bizarre patterns resembling fish scales on the skin from her ears down to her shoulders—whether these were eerie decorations or something else entirely was unclear.

"Hmm?" Hearing the door open, the woman looked up. A pair of completely transparent crystal glasses sat on a small nose. The large, old-fashioned frames were somewhat jarring at first glance, but they complemented her face and hairstyle perfectly. Behind the lenses, a pair of large, watery, emerald-colored eyes sparkled with intellectual charm.

"It's you..." The voice that uttered from her pale pink lips was as smooth as flowing water, yet carried a hint of ice on the surface.

"Ah?" The familiar greeting made Zifang momentarily lose his composure. Coupled with the fact that he was currently looking at the other person's almost naked body in a rather impolite manner, he nervously blurted out without thinking, "It's...it's been a long time..." Only after the words left his mouth did he mentally slap himself: What do you mean, "It's been a long time"? When did we meet?

"It's been such a long time, over twenty years, hasn't it? Did you miss me?" The woman slammed the book shut and set it aside, standing up as if completely unconcerned about being seen naked. "I missed you terribly! It's just that Lux is too cunning; she's monopolized you all these years, never giving us sisters a chance." She waved her hand lightly.

Suddenly, Zifang felt an incredible gust of wind sweep through the corridor, not only shoving him completely into the room but also slamming the door shut. He then noticed a small booklet-like object next to the woman's book, its cover design startling him slightly.

The design was divided into two layers: the upper layer depicted an eagle perched on a wand within a circle, with flowing water below; the lower layer featured five six-pointed stars. It was a membership card from the Lisas Federation Magic Association. The design below the eagle represented the holder's primary attribute or profession, while the number of six-pointed stars indicated their rank within the association.

Zifeng knew all this because Lux also had one, but hers had an eagle below it with a test tube representing alchemy, and only three and a half hexagrams. Judging from the pattern, this woman was probably a water-based mage. However, what truly surprised him was the row of five hexagrams, indicating that she held the highest rank in the Magic Association—a polymath.

This completely put Zifeng at ease. Since she was from a subordinate organization of the Temple of War, she shouldn't be his enemy. Moreover, judging from the woman's words and tone, she was also a witness to the time Lux mentioned, which piqued his curiosity.

"So, you also know... me from the past?" He paused, finally using the time-specific term he wasn't entirely sure about.

"To be precise, you from the future," the woman corrected him with a smile. "So, shall we talk standing here?" As she spoke, she casually nudged the edge of the bed with her leg, and with a wave of her hand, all the clothes on the bed flew onto the opposite recliner, a rather obvious implication.

When faced with such temptations, Zifang was hardly a gentleman, and given the other woman's reaction and words, she was likely one of his women from that time. So, he unceremoniously sat on the bed and lay down on the cushions against the headboard.

The woman also sat on the other side of the bed, then suddenly remembered something, "Would you like something to drink?" she asked, getting up.

“Suit yourself,” Zifang replied.

A short while later, the woman produced a bottle of somewhat mysterious sky-blue wine and two glasses from who-knows-where. Uncorking the bottle, a fresh, sea-breezy scent filled the room. “I’ve kept this wine for twenty years. You gave it to me not long before you left, saying you’d drink it with me when you came back, but you never did…” She handed Zifang a half-full glass, her voice tinged with melancholy.

“I’m sorry… madam… I…” Zifang hesitated, unsure how to address the woman or what to say to comfort her.

“Don’t use such formalities. Call me Iria, just like back then,” she smiled, then leaned back on the bed.

At that moment, a figure approached the room in the hallway outside. It was the Draenei Paladin Master, who had just finished instructing his disciples on the importance of proactive love. Reaching the door, he was about to knock when he heard the clinking of glassware and a mixture of male and female laughter from inside.

"No...no way...could it be that the mermaid is in heat?" She froze at the doorway, thought for a moment, shook her head, and turned to leave, muttering to herself, "Strange, why does that man's voice sound so familiar?" before disappearing down the corridor.

At this moment, only two empty cups remained on the bedside table. At the same time, Wisteria clearly felt the change in the woman beside her; her originally snow-white skin had turned a faint red, and the skin that had touched his had gradually warmed from its initial coolness to a restless heat.

"Aria, you..." he asked, almost knowingly, as she hurriedly removed her nightgown.

“It’s nothing, just a normal reaction.” Aria brushed aside her braid and pressed herself against Wisteria’s body. “We aquatic people are different from you humans. We have fixed mating seasons. On days outside of our lives, we need some external help to fully enjoy the warmth of love, and that wine is somewhat of an aphrodisiac for our race.” She hooked one of her beautiful legs around Wisteria’s waist and continued, “You bad guy, you probably had bad intentions when you gave me this wine, didn’t you?” As she spoke, she moved her lips closer.

Wisteria didn’t hold back and kissed her back, while one hand touched Aria’s back, curiously stroking the fin-like structure.

“Mmm…you’re so annoying…” the other protested, pulling away from her kiss. “Don’t touch me like that, it tickles.” After saying that, she got up and dodged his hand, turned around and went to his lower body, lifted the long hem of his pajamas, and pulled his pajama bottoms and underwear down to his feet, revealing his already aroused penis.

"Still the same, making women both afraid and fond of it..." Aria chuckled, her cane beginning to caress the hard shaft. The burning heat and sensual aura brought a hint of ecstasy to her face.

Soon, she brought her mouth to it, her tongue sliding back and forth along the prominent veins on the shaft. "Mmm..." Aria felt waves of indescribable pleasure coursing through her spine like electric currents. Under this constant stimulation, the shaft trembled and throbbed as if in spasms.

Following the electric stimulation of her tongue came a large-scale assault of soft, smooth breast flesh. Aria, slightly straightening up, tried to envelop the shaft with her breasts, but the size difference inevitably led to failure; only less than half of the shaft could receive the caresses of her breasts.

However, as a high-level mage, she possessed a magnificent and unique skill: she subtly cast a levitation spell on her body, then rotated around the penis sandwiched between her breasts. Although the speed was not fast, the subtle friction from the constantly shifting positions, combined with the naturally radiant skin of the aquatic race, still caused Zifang's body to tremble and tense with waves of continuous, tingling pleasure traveling along his spine.

His eyes widened, and as her body rotated, her already aroused and wet vulva repeatedly flashed past his vision. Zifang finally could not bear it any longer. When the vulva appeared directly above his vision again, he suddenly grabbed her slender, beautiful legs, and as he stood up, pushed Aria's floating body in front of him, aiming his penis at the outermost slit of her vulva.

"Mmm... hurry... come in..." Feeling the fiery touch, Aria, without waiting for Zifang to act, stretched her legs back, hooked them around his waist, and actively bent and pushed. Her vulva, already filled with lustful fluid, was penetrated by his penis without resistance. Soon, her buttocks were already hitting Zifang's abdomen.

"Ugh...this..." Zifang seemed a little uncomfortable. Although the woman's lower body was similar in overall structure to a human's, the temperature wasn't very hot, perhaps even lower than a human woman's when she wasn't in heat, and it lacked wrinkles. Fortunately, the inner walls of the flesh were as firm and smooth as the outer skin, making the friction quite enjoyable.

"Wow...ah..." Aria's reaction seemed a bit exaggerated. The moment the penis was fully inserted, her body suddenly trembled violently. At the same time, Zifang noticed that the already tight and elastic flesh walls contracted violently with her reaction, almost making him ejaculate.

"I'm...sorry...it's been too long, and the effect of that wine seemed too strong, so it all came at once..." Aria, seemingly exhausted, fell back onto the bed, looking back at Zifang with a blissful, parched gaze, explaining somewhat embarrassedly.

"It's okay, you should rest for a bit." Zifang considerately stopped moving, while reaching out to stroke the smooth, beautiful skin on her back, and curiously playing with the fin-like thing.

"Ah...no...I hate it..." The slight, curious touch sent a shiver down Aria's spine. "Don't touch those sensitive spots...I...I want it again..." she said, unconsciously starting to wriggle her hips.

"It's okay, I'll give it to you if you want it." With that, Zifang pulled Aria's arm up slightly from her prone position on the bed, while simultaneously supporting one of her buttocks with his other hand, slowly beginning his movements.

"Ugh...mmm...mmm...ah..." As his movements became more vigorous, Aria's moans grew louder until suddenly.

"Haaah!" He thrust his penis in with maximum force, causing her to moan wildly, but after a dozen or so thrusts, he slowed down, repeating this alternating pattern of strong and weak thrusts.

"Mmm...ugh...ah!...ha!" Aria's moans and cries alternated in rhythm. Her half-turned body caused one of her breasts to bounce and sway in front of Zifang's eyes.

So he continued to support Aria's waist with one hand, while using the other to pull her body up further. Then he released her arm and reached for her bouncing breast, letting the smooth, elastic hemispheres of flesh rhythmically sway in his hand with the movement of her body. At the same time, his fingers pinched and gently kneaded and teased her sensitive nipples.

"Ah...no...don't...really...really can't take it anymore..." Under the double stimulation, Aria's moans began to change, and her body moved accordingly. Her hand, which had been suspended in the air due to the position, suddenly reached back and struggled to wrap around Wisteria's neck, trying to bring her lips to his. To bridge the distance, their tongues intertwined and twisted between their lips.

This position made Wisteria subconsciously hold his body even tighter, and Aria twisted her waist even more frantically in response to his passion. The entanglement of their bodies made his hot penis sink even deeper into Aria's honey hole, rotating and moving in and out with the twisting of their bodies.

"Mmm...ah...I want...I want it again..." Aria seemed finally unable to bear the pleasure brought on by this entanglement and friction any longer, involuntarily retracting her tongue and tilting her head back, letting out a high-pitched cry. Her honeyed orifice, along with the trembling sound, contracted violently as if in spasm.

"Mmm...good...me too..." The intense reaction of the flesh walls caused Wisteria's penis to send waves of intensely pleasurable pleasure straight to his brain, and he couldn't help but begin thrusting with the most vigorous movements...

“I’m almost there, you slut… squeeze tighter… I’ll give it to you…” The wisteria, thrusting almost frantically, finally couldn’t resist the intense pleasure of the intercourse and ejaculated deep within Aria’s honeypot.

“Give it to me… ah… give it to me…” The throbbing penis throbbed violently as it ejaculated, the hot liquid rushing straight to her uterus. Stimulated by this, Aria screamed and climaxed again…

The next day, the weather was fine, and the bustling district of Hu Ke City was still teeming with people. Amidst the throng, a person completely shrouded in a robe hid near a street corner.

“Aria, are you in position?” Under the cloak, a miniature communication crystal disguised as an earring gleamed.

“Right above you, Mei’er. Nothing suspicious so far.” Above her, there appeared to be nothing, but in reality, an invisible mage floated. “Speaking of which, you left me alone in the room yesterday while you went out to sneak off and ate something, and you came away empty-handed, didn’t you?” The green-haired aquatic mage laughed.

“What nonsense! I went to Marlan to plan today’s operation, and… wait, how did you know the outcome?” The draenei woman under the cloak tried to explain, but suddenly realized there was an underlying meaning in her words.

“Because he was with me all night yesterday.” The voice that answered her was full of smugness.

“What? You bastard!” The draenei woman’s voice rose considerably in anger, attracting strange looks from passersby. She quickly shrank into an alley. “I’ll settle the score with you later.” Peeking out, she saw that the crowd seemed to have dispersed before coming back out.

“I saw them. They looked like a couple. It’s a bit strange for Marlan to do something like that. By the way, what did you talk to that girl about last night?” The green-haired aquatic mage asked, seeing Wisteria and Marlan appear on the street in the distance.

“Nothing much, just some technical questions about love, confessions, seduction, and reverse seduction.” The draenei woman under the cloak replied vaguely.

"Hey, you know their true relationship, aren't you afraid of things going wrong?" The green-haired aquatic mage seemed unconvinced by her companion's actions.

"What's there to be afraid of? Even if they knew, so what? This kind of thing happens frequently in the West, and it's an open secret among their Samatia tribe, right?" But the other party clearly didn't care.

"Fine, I give up." The green-haired aquatic mage's voice was somewhat helpless. "Watch out, they're coming. Are you in position?" Seeing that Wisteria and Marlan had approached below her, she reminded her.

"I'm following them, but there are too many people around, and the visibility is poor. Be careful of your surroundings."...

Wisteria was somewhat lost in thought as she walked along the street filled with merchants. She hadn't yet recovered from the series of events that morning: first, the female mage disappeared as if she had never existed, and then this young lady from the Abidis family came over early in the morning, shyly yet unyieldingly dragging her out for a stroll.

"Come on, buying so much stuff, are you going to open a shop?" Watching Marlan walk by, constantly buying this and that, he finally couldn't help but feel a little impatient.

"We'll be leaving soon, so we need to prepare the necessary supplies for the journey. Besides, since we've come all this way, we should at least bring back some local specialties." Marlan continued weaving through the various shops and vendors without turning her head.

"She looks like a middle-aged woman who's encountered a big sale," Wisteria muttered.

"What do you think I look like?" Marlan stopped, turned around, and glared at him.

"I didn't say anything, you're hallucinating." Wisteria swallowed hard and quickly changed the subject. "You said we're leaving, so the assassin matter is resolved?" he asked cautiously.

"Not yet, but soon. Do you think we came out just to stroll around?" she whispered in Wisteria's ear.

"I see..." The thought of soon heading to Lingnan filled Zifeng with joy, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the weight of her hands—undoubtedly, as a man, her job in this situation was to carry things. "Do all girls like shopping?" Looking down at the bags in her hands, Zifeng naturally recalled similar shopping trips with Yirou and asked.

"Well, it's probably innate," Marlan replied matter-of-factly.

"Even you holy warriors who are constantly in ascetic training?" Zifeng asked in surprise.

"Please, profession is another matter, or do you think I shouldn't be considered a girl?

" Marlan gave Zifeng a slightly annoyed sidelong glance, and the latter wisely remained silent.

After shopping for a while, the two stopped at an open-air tavern to rest. Somewhat unusually, Marlan, who usually flocked to lively places, chose a table in a corner away from the crowd this time.

Trying to appear nonchalant, Marlan sipped her juice through a straw, glancing cautiously at Wisteria. She noticed he was also looking at her with some curiosity, and the girl's face flushed instantly. She quickly lowered her head. "Do you...do you believe in love at first sight..." she finally asked softly after a long pause.

"Wh...what..." Wisteria froze, looking at her with surprise. He knew what she wanted to say, of course. He liked this girl very much too, and even felt an inexplicable urge to care for her the moment he first saw her. Yet, at the same time, a strange, almost instinctive feeling was preventing him from having those kinds of thoughts about her.

"I...I don't know how to say it...but I...I...I just feel...I think I...I've fallen for you..." Marlan bit her lip to steady her trembling voice. "The first time I saw you, I had that wonderful feeling...familiarity, warmth, a desire to lean on you...I know I'm willful and not very feminine, but I..." Seemingly unsure how to express herself, her face flushed crimson.

“Actually, you’re not that bad…” Wisteria wasn’t sure if he was comforting her or something else. “But you should know, I have a fiancée.” He spoke the truth.

“Your childhood sweetheart? I’ve heard Her Highness mention her. I know she’s perfect, I can’t compare, so I don’t care…” Marlan’s voice was soft, seemingly a little mournful, but he still insisted.

“No, you don’t understand what I mean,” Wisteria explained. “I’m not saying she’s better than you, but she’s the daughter of a nobleman, and I’ve made a promise to her, so I must marry her as my principal wife. And you, you’re also a noblewoman, from a good family, you shouldn’t have to settle for…” Wisteria paused, unsure how Westerners accurately described the concept of a concubine.

“I completely understand what you mean, but you don’t need to worry about that at all. We Samatia women never care about titles or anything like that. Besides, although I’m of noble birth, I’m now a paladin, and I have no right to inherit any worldly power or wealth in my family.” Marlan raised his head, forcing himself to look at her, and said firmly.

Not far from the open-air tavern was a glass shop owned by a Versailles merchant. To avoid disrupting business, the shop's employees would take turns grabbing a quick lunch at the tavern every day, and today seemed to be no exception.

A local man dressed like a typical salesman emerged and casually walked towards the tavern.

He appeared to be a newcomer; the surrounding merchants and employees, unfamiliar with him, simply exchanged greetings, none noticing his gaze fixed on the wisteria in the corner of the tavern until he passed through a narrow alley between the shops. His attention was

focused on his target, and he didn't notice a figure shrouded in a cloak lurking in the shadows of the alley. As he passed, the man looked up. "Lao. Lou."

"Kruze!" Her voice wasn't loud, but it startled the shopkeeper-looking man, who turned his head to look and then suddenly darted into the alley across the street.

"Iria, target spotted, I'm in pursuit." Darth Mel, the Draenei paladin master, leaped after him, simultaneously alerting his companion.

"Saw it, I'm coming right away." The response came through the earring-like miniature communication crystal.

"What are you planning now?" Seemingly sensing something, Mel asked as she continued the chase.

"To create an opportunity for our little Marlan." "Iria laughed and replied, simultaneously waving her hand. A stream of water, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, drenched the two unprepared people in the corner of the tavern. Then, maintaining her flying and invisible state, she gave chase.

The chase between the Paladin Master and the former Paladin seemed to be coming to an end quickly. The pursued man, who had hidden in the forest on the outskirts of the city, was resting against a tree, seemingly having shaken off his pursuer. However, this was merely wishful thinking on his part.

"Trying to escape me by running away is foolish. Don't forget that I was once the Holy Light Guardian, specifically responsible for hunting down heretics within my own tribe." "Following the voice appeared Mel's alluring figure.

She had already removed the cloak she used to conceal herself in the shadows and crowds, revealing leather clothing underneath. The glossy dark fabric complemented her pale blue skin, and the tight-fitting design showcased her curvaceous figure flawlessly. The front of her top was pulled open, almost revealing her full, firm breasts. If it weren't for her somewhat strange hoof-like feet and playful tail, she would have been the epitome of a perfect human female model.

Her weapons were also unusual, not in their appearance, but in their sheer number. Paladins typically wielded a single-handed Draenor sword, with a few using dual swords or two-handed greatswords, but she carried one on each side of her waist and two more on her back—a total of four swords.

"Darth. Mel… what a surprise. Are those guys at the temple planning to send you to be my shadow this time?"

"Kruze, his whereabouts exposed, felt a nameless rage ignite within him. He drew his sword from somewhere, looked at his approaching opponent, and spoke sarcastically.

Mei met his gaze, composed herself. Although she had never fought this former paladin, he had been considered a promising master paladin for many years, and after years of life-and-death escapes, his strength was not to be underestimated.

"There's nothing I can do. Perhaps they think my hunter's instincts will allow me to smell you," she replied. She couldn't see her target, but she could clearly sense his presence. Looking at the row of trees before her, she knew her prey was hiding behind one of them.

"Kruze, I know you're here," Mei said loudly. "You have nowhere to hide. I can sense your intense frustration. Let me guess, your perfect assassination plan has failed again because of my intrusion, hasn't it?" She wisely used provocation. "Ha!" Suddenly, Kruze burst from the trees, lunging forward with his sword.

But May easily dodged the attack; his speed, almost twice that of his opponent, meant the attacker gained no advantage. Kruze, his sneak attack failing, turned and kicked at his opponent.

"My dear, can't we sit down and talk? I have some information that might be very interesting to you." With a graceful sidestep, May easily dodged again.

Kruze, enraged, completely ignored her suggestion and immediately launched a new offensive. He circled his opponent like a desert hurricane, relentlessly attacking, but May quickened her pace, preventing him from getting close. "Not bad, this kind of attack is acceptable." "She said sarcastically, as her own sword was drawn.

Two swords in her hands served as her primary offensive and defensive weapons, while two others, controlled by holy energy, danced around her body as auxiliary offensive and defensive forces—the Absolute Domain. This was her unique swordsmanship, lacking in aggression and exuding a serene elegance, completely different from the other sword masters renowned in the Holy Knight Order.

She lacked the swift sharpness of Garold Shadowsong, the unstoppable fury of Yun Du, a near-berserker, and the leisurely composure of Xia Nan, as if he could manipulate time." Her swordsmanship lacked Yoda's graceful yet deceptive moves, and it didn't unleash devastating whirlwinds like Drarig's.

The core of her swordsmanship was defense—perfect defense, a skill she had deliberately cultivated after becoming a paladin to escape the nightmares of her early years as a garrison officer, slaughtering heretics.

Before Mel left Lysas, Master Yundu had told her about the feedback from several paladins who had previously fought Kruze. According to the chief swordsman's analysis, he might have mastered his own technique of converting anger into power.

"He was, after all, my disciple," Yundu said, "so he might have also mastered the Raging Winds technique.

Considering this, you must be well prepared. In fact, Mel, I believe that of all the Jedi, you are currently the most capable of this task." This statement startled Mel, who disagreed.

After all, his swordsmanship was almost purely defensive, appearing flashy but restrictive and lacking necessary offensive power, thus bordering on passive.

"But, Master Yundu, since he knows your seemingly invincible swordsmanship, then I'm afraid I..." Mel hesitated. The

usually stern Master Yundu almost smiled, "I created the Raging Wind Sword Technique to compensate for my weakness of being easily angered: it allows me to vent my inner rage through calm offense and defense, just as Master Yoda's Waltz was also to compensate for his weakness: due to his size and age, his range of movement and speed were limited. And you? What is the significance of your Absolute Territory?" He didn't answer her concerns but instead raised another topic.

Mel blinked, stunned, and had to admit that he had never truly considered this question before.

"The duty of a paladin is to protect, not to kill, Master Mel," the dark-skinned swordsmanship master shook his head and said, "I am called a great swordsman because I invented a deadly swordsmanship." But who is greater as a paladin? Is it the creator of swordsmanship for killing, or the creator of swordsmanship for protection? "I am honored to be called a master by you, but..." The other person's praise deepened Mei's unease.

"You are not just a master, but a master who has truly grasped the essence of the paladin's duty. Stay true to yourself, and no one will ever be able to defeat you." "Yundu said with certainty.

So now, facing Kruze's tornado-like ferocious attacks, Darth Mae is Darth Mae.

Kruze transforms his anger into the power of his attacks, each strike varying in speed and intensity, slashing, cutting, and thrusting, forming an unpredictable, intermittent rhythm, each move seemingly deadly enough to kill his opponent. Yet, he is never touched in the slightest.

Mae weaves a net with her four blades, the angles and arcs constantly changing. Although her sword strikes are not fast, each adjustment of the blade array skillfully blocks three, four, or even seven or eight attacks from her opponent, while the ones she fails to block just brush past her, her precise and subtle footwork and posture..." This caused his opponent's attacks to always miss by a hair's breadth.

Enraged, Kruze roared, increasing the intensity and speed of his attacks, quickly seemingly exceeding Mei's defensive limits. But that was merely his illusion. Mei had subtly shifted from defense to offense, slightly deflecting her parry. Her right hand, instead of meeting the incoming blade, struck the hilt of the sword.

Blood splattered; the sword, now gone, nearly grazed her forehead. The blade, its red glow faded, rolled to the side, blood still flowing from the hand that had once held it.

Kruze paused, his eyes widening, then narrowing sharply. Suddenly, he spun around, his body transforming into a liquid form, impervious to sword attacks.

“A single paladin can never defeat me. The temple really doesn’t seem to have learned its lesson.

” He smiled smugly at his opponent, but the smile quickly froze—or rather, it froze. Not just his face, but his entire liquefied body was completely frozen.

“Of course the temple knows how to learn its lesson, but unfortunately you didn’t ask if she brought any companions,” the Green Mage’s aquatic form emerged from stealth. “Now I’ll tell you, she did.” Clearly, the freezing was her doing.

“Alright, let’s all calm down. If you promise not to run away or attack and listen to us finish speaking, I’ll have my friend lift the freeze on you and guarantee we won’t try to attack or capture you.

” Mei’er sheathed all four swords and said, then used mind reading to test the opponent’s reaction, gesturing to her companions.

Iria waved her hand, and the freezing effect quickly disappeared. Kruze’s liquefied body solidified again, revealing his true appearance: a brown-haired Western man who looked to be around thirty years old.

“A detailed explanation would be too complicated. Just look at this and you'll understand.” Under Kruze’s skeptical gaze, May tossed him a letter.

Taking the letter, opening the envelope, and reading its contents, Kruze’s facial muscles contorted in an unbelievable way, as if he were liquefying. “Impossible…impossible! Impossible!” He uttered three “impossibles” in succession: the first a bewildered confusion, the second a sudden, inexplicable rage, and the third a violent outburst.

“You should be very familiar with Logan’s handwriting, and as a paladin, you should be able to detect even the slightest anomaly. Did you notice anything different?” May bluntly interrupted his hysteria.

“Where is my father?” Kruze remained extremely agitated.

“In Fort Kolmarn in the Freden Province. Furthermore, his current name is Alexander,” May replied.

“Commander Alexander the Grey? He’s the man I once destroyed?” Kruze looked utterly incredulous.

“You can go find him yourself, and everything will be clear.” Mei’er said, tossing him another piece of paper. Kruze caught it, glanced at it, and froze. It was a pardon issued to him by the High Priest.

“You know the power of this, and even if the High Priest changes his mind, it won’t be revoked for three months, so you don’t need to worry about it being a trap. Even you have enough time to figure it out. What do you think?” Mei’er asked finally.

“I will go find him.” Somewhat absentmindedly, Kruze put away the letter and the pardon, then turned and silently left.

“Then let’s go too.” Mei’er said, watching his figure disappear into the woods.

“Leaving already? Aren’t you going to find a chance to make up for last night’s regrets before you leave?” Aria, who hadn’t spoken

until now, laughed. “It’s alright, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Besides, at this time, am I supposed to compete with my own apprentice for a man?” She replied with a smile as well.

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