[Fantasy] Hang Kun (Complete) - 1-3

Part 1: The Moment of Awakening - Chapter 1: *Slap Slap Slap*, let's get the rhythm right and the story begins!

The nights in the capital are bustling. Xiaoxiang Pavilion, the most prestigious of the six major brothels in the capital, is naturally brightly lit.

The most lively place in Xiaoxiang Pavilion is undoubtedly Yuyin Hall. Lin Yujiao, the Xiaoxiang Concubine who sells her art but not her body, is the top courtesan of Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Every night she plays the zither and sings there. Even just listening to her play and sing costs far more than sleeping with a top-class girl. Yet, despite this, countless dashing young men, ignoring the beauties, arrive early and sit under the eaves of Yuyin Hall, waiting to hear her sing.

Lin Yujiao has only been in the business for a little over a year, but she has already been listed as one of the five most beautiful young women in the capital. Feng Yaoxian, the fairy maiden who was ranked alongside her as one of the Five Little Beauties, was the disciple of Feng Shitong, the Phoenix King. Qin Qingqing was the daughter of Qin Yong, the Duke of Jinghai. Su Zipei and Bei Baoshu were from the Su and Bei families, two of the three most prestigious families in the capital. For a courtesan like her to be ranked alongside these noble ladies spoke volumes about her exceptional qualities.

However, today, Lin Yujiao, having only sung halfway through her song, said she was tired and went to rest, leaving the crowd who had waited all night with only her slender back turned. Everyone was disappointed, but no one dared to voice their objections. Last time, a young master, dissatisfied with Lin Yujiao's arrogance, immediately added her to his list of guests he wouldn't see. The next day, he was barred from entering the Yuyin Hall. Desperate to see Miss Lin's beautiful face again, he kept calling out from outside, "Miss Lin, I didn't mean it that way! Please forgive me this once!"

He called for half a day, but no one paid him any attention, making him the laughingstock of the crowd.

Lin Yujiao left Yuyin Hall, but instead of going to her bedroom, she secretly went to the backyard, where a carriage was waiting. She lifted the curtain and slipped inside. Three sweet voices called out from within, "Sister Yujiao!"

Lin Yujiao looked up and saw three girls sitting on the left side of the carriage, all no more than twelve or thirteen years old, the three best among the newly acquired girls at the brothel. "Is it your turn?" Lin Yujiao wondered to herself. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye, and the girls who had come with her had changed batch after batch. Why was she the only one who hadn't changed? At first, she thought it was because she hadn't given in, but now, almost a year after giving in, he still called her name every few days. Thinking about what would happen next, Lin Yujiao felt a surge of heat. Looking at the three new faces, she worried again. Would one day he stop calling her name altogether?

She ignored the three girls and sat down next to the woman in red on the right. The woman took out four blindfolds, had them put them on, and said, "Let's go!" The carriage started moving. She knew the carriage had left through the back door, but didn't know how it got there.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the carriage arrived. The woman in red didn't remove their blindfolds; instead, she tied the three girls' hands. One of them asked why she was tied up, and then her mouth was gagged. Lin Yujiao wasn't tied up. She and the three girls were taken to a basement by the woman in red.

The three girls had only been told to serve an important guest, and now they were filled with anxiety, not understanding why they had been brought to such a place. Then they heard Lin Yujiao suddenly kneel down and call out, "This servant greets her master!"

"Hmm!"

a deep voice replied. Lin Yujiao knew that was her master's approval, so she began to kneel and undress. She had barely taken off her outer garment when she heard crying. She knew she would be beaten first thing upon arrival. This was the first time the girls had been beaten; they only cried out in pain. In the future, they would only fear being whipped again.

Hearing the girls' cries, she became even more impatient. When newcomers arrived, their masters would whip them to shreds during training, but old slaves like her were spared this. She hastily pulled down her trousers, not caring at all about exposing her snow-white buttocks, then ripped off her bodice, her large breasts swaying in front of her.

Now she was only wearing a blindfold, and crawled forward on her knees, crying, "Please, Master, reward your humble slave with some things too!"

"Crack, crack, crack," the whip lashed out, leaving red marks on Lin Yujiao's snow-white breasts, lower abdomen, and buttocks, yet she felt a warm, inexplicable pleasure.

Lin Yujiao knew she was under a spell. Two years ago, she was brought here, bound, blindfolded, and even her ears plugged. Back then, her precious body had never been seen by anyone. To maintain her dignity, she was willing to risk her life. So, despite being bound, she had always resisted. But she was bound so tightly that resistance was futile. She struggled until she had no strength left, her body a bloody mess from the beating. After being inexplicably whipped, the man cast a spell on her.

She clearly remembered being hung upside down, her legs stretched horizontally into a straight line, her vulva exposed to the sky. Luckily, her body was flexible enough, otherwise she would have been in excruciating pain.

Her hands were nailed to the ground, and the man kept stomping on them. Then, she felt the man binding her again.

The ropes were tied strangely; because she couldn't see, she didn't know how he tied them, only that her whole body was bound tightly. Then he removed the gag from her mouth. She was about to curse when he grabbed her chin and shoved a long wooden stick inside. The stick was so long that it reached her throat. She wanted to vomit but couldn't move, and could only let the stick stay in her mouth.

Then came a pair of demonic hands, starting from one of her feet and groping every part of her body, even her anus. Thankfully, he only gently pressed on her chrysanthemum, without penetrating. But this caress made her feel hot all over, an indescribable discomfort, completely different from when she usually bathed. Wherever these hands touched, an unbearable itch spread. She desperately wanted to scrub the areas he had touched with an iron brush to relieve the itch. At the same time, her entire body became increasingly strange with the movement of these hands, as if all the blood in her body was about to rush out, yet she couldn't, driving her mad. But she was bound and unable to move at all. She was in a state of unbearable

suffering, unable to live or die.

Suddenly, her mouth was loosened, the wooden stick stuffed in it was pulled out, and one of her earplugs was removed. A deep voice said, "Beg me, and I'll make things easier for you."

Lin Yujiao used all her strength to say to the voice, "You villain, you'll get your comeuppance!"

Then, her ears were plugged again, and the hands continued their rampage. Her increasingly out-of-control body overwhelmed her. She remembered crying, her whole body burning like fire, a desperate urge to release churning within her, a feeling she didn't know what to call it. When that voice asked her again, her mind was a jumbled mess, only her subconscious telling her not to make a sound, that the person was a bad one.

Finally, the person used two fingers to knead her clitoris, a place even she dared not touch, making her finally understand that indescribable feeling was wanting to urinate but being unable to! The nimble fingers teased that sensitive spot, giving her an unprecedented and wondrous experience, intensifying her urge to urinate. She tried

to hold back, not letting out a sound, but then, without warning, a finger pierced her body, inserted itself into the mysterious cave between her legs!

In an instant, all her efforts were in vain, all the pent-up frustration burst forth, and with a thud, she lost control of both bladder and bowels. Hanging upside down, she was already delirious, but this time she suddenly became clear-headed. Although she couldn't see, she felt her urine soaking her breasts, flowing down to her chin, and into her mouth, emitting a foul odor. Her feces slid down her buttocks, landing on her long, flowing hair.

She cried out in agony, never having suffered such humiliation in her life! But after only a few sobs, the wooden stick was shoved into her mouth again, forcing her to sob through her sobs.

The next day, when she was taken away, a strong chastity belt was placed between her legs. Several of the sisters who went with her disappeared forever. Later, she and her sisters were often bound and taken away to be played with by that man. Strangely enough, after experiencing this torture several times, it turned into a kind of enjoyment. In the days that followed, she would inexplicably think of those demonic hands, being awakened by his touch in her dreams, and the excruciatingly painful whippings began to feel increasingly pleasurable.

Within a month, the sisters who had gone with him either didn't return or succumbed. That man was utterly perverse; he made those who submitted kneel before him in this dark room, calling him "master" and begging him to beat them, touch them, and penetrate them. Anyone who disobeyed him even slightly would be subjected to increasingly brutal torture.

However, Lin Yujiao did not yield. Although her body grew increasingly strange, making her desperately crave to be summoned and "trained" by that man, she still struggled and resisted before him, even though it was futile. She suppressed the screams within her body and resolutely held her head high. What angered and shamed her was that each time, that man would insert his fingers into her vagina, allowing her to ejaculate.

Lin Yujiao thought her virginity had long been destroyed by that man's fingers, but to her surprise, the sisters whose chastity belts had been removed all bled when deflowered by the guests. She racked her brains trying to figure it out, until she learned from one of her sisters that there was a hole in the middle of the hymen, and that the man's fingers always went through this hole without ever damaging anyone's hymen. No wonder he always bound them so tightly they couldn't move at all.

The sisters who had been disciplined together and survived were gradually unbound, and that man never called them again. Instead, new virgins were called in every month. And those virgins who didn't die were eventually released. She thought that the man would also grow tired of her, and like he did with her sisters, one day suddenly untie the chastity belt that bound her, and then stop binding her. But months passed, her chastity belt was still on, and she was still frequently called in to be humiliated. After thinking about the reasons over and over again, she finally concluded that it was because she hadn't given in.

The sisters who survived the humiliation together are now popular figures at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. They often reminisce about that finger, even saying that the thickest penises of the guests couldn't compare to the pleasure of that finger. They wish their master could penetrate them again.

Lin Yujiao, however, doesn't know what it feels like to have a penis inside her; the chastity belt protects her firmly. But she knows better than anyone how intoxicating that finger was. She feels incredibly lewd now, often lying in bed wanting to masturbate. But she can only rub her breasts and buttocks at most. The chastity belt covers her vagina so tightly that she can't even check if her hymen is still intact, let alone insert a finger. So the more she rubs, the hotter she gets, but in the end, she still doesn't get satisfaction—it's like drinking poison to quench her thirst. Sometimes she touches her thighs back and forth, hoping that her vagina will be pulled open by her thighs, giving her a little bit of pleasure. Unfortunately, her vagina is tight when it shouldn't be, and apart from the flow of vaginal fluid from inside the chastity belt, she gets nothing else. In the end, she could only helplessly press her hands against the steel shell of the chastity belt protecting her vulva. Then, she couldn't help but secretly wonder if giving in would end everything.

Finally, one day after a year of being "trained," those hands once again made her feel discomfort all over her body. What she found even more unbearable was the intense itching in her throat, her vulva, and her anus. She wanted to give up again and relieve the pressure by incontinence, but she found that she had already been brought to incontinence several times that day. This time, she couldn't defecate, couldn't urinate, and even her saliva had dried up. With nowhere to turn, only her mouth could move, and she slowly uttered the word "Master." She thought even she wouldn't hear it clearly, but unexpectedly, he heard it.

From then on, her defenses crumbled rapidly under his training. She obeyed, knelt, kowtowed, and uttered lewd words—doing things she thought she would never do. Even deep down, she considered him her master.

She thought this was what it meant to fall into depravity; once he abandoned her, everything would be over. Like her sisters, she too would begin to serve clients, moaning as they were penetrated by their various large penises, then embracing their bodies, whether dark or light, recalling the days when they were touched, remembering the finger that had entered her vagina, yet she didn't even know if he was old or young, or even male or female.

Another year had almost passed. Her master still hadn't removed her chastity belt. She began to feel anxious and insecure. Every day she longed to be called by her master, but when she was, she always felt the training time was getting shorter and shorter. Now, after being brought to orgasm by her master, she began to worry that the next day she would suddenly lose her chastity belt like her other surviving sisters and never see her master again. But wasn't this what she had always wanted?

Sometimes she looked in the mirror, at her current appearance; her face was still that beautiful face, but her heart was no longer that pure heart. She couldn't admit that she so desperately wanted others to continue to play with her, so desperately wanted her vagina to be penetrated by fingers. Yet she couldn't stop herself from thinking this way. She wondered if she was going crazy.

Lin Yujiao knelt on the ground again today, enduring her master's whipping. She thought to herself that the three newcomers who had come with her were utterly useless; they submitted after being whipped by their master. The master hadn't even laid a hand on them; they were too weak.

The master untied Lin Yujiao's chastity belt, lifted her left leg, passed it between her breasts, and placed the instep against her face. Then he lifted her right leg from behind, running it along her bleeding back until the heel touched the back of her head. Such a difficult move could only be performed by someone with her long, slender legs and boneless body.

The master seemed quite satisfied with her pose, so he tied her ankles together with her neck. Then the rope quickly wrapped around her again, binding her so tightly that she couldn't move an inch. Finally, he bound Lin Yujiao's hands and hung her high from the rafters, then pushed her, causing her delicate body, covered in red silk, to swing back and forth in the room like a pendulum. He then ignored her and went to deal with the three newlyweds.

Hanging from the rafters, Lin Yujiao couldn't see and could only patiently listen to the moans of the three newlyweds. She thought to herself that when her master tied her up today, he hadn't even touched her breasts, which she usually loved to play with, much less. She felt a little disappointed, wondering if the fact that her legs were tied between her breasts had dampened his interest in touching them. To attract her master's attention, she also moaned like the three newlyweds, but he still didn't touch her.

It felt like tens of thousands of years had passed before the three newlyweds fell silent one by one, leaving only Lin Yujiao meowing like a cat. The master's deep voice said, "Bury these three."

The woman in red responded.

"Why are they so wet? Did they pee?"

Lin Yujiao knew that the three newlyweds had been killed by her master's evil magic.

This was her master speaking to her. She tried to turn her head towards the sound, but her head was firmly bound between her legs and she couldn't turn it. She could only say, "Master, please calm down. This humble servant didn't urinate. This humble servant missed Master so much that I leaked a lot of lustful fluid. Please punish this humble servant!"

A long-awaited hand finally touched her and pressed it squarely on her clitoris. Lin Yujiao trembled with pleasure. Meanwhile, her master's other hand pulled on her nipple, making her body spin. Lin Yujiao's eyes were blindfolded, and she didn't know how many times her master spun her around. She only knew that her master's hand on her clitoris never let go, and her body was rotating around that hand and the rope hanging from the beam. The pleasure from the friction between her clitoris and her master's hand during the rotation constantly assaulted her, making her feel like she was dying of pleasure. She tried to adjust her body in the air, hoping to get more friction with her master's hand, but she always ended up making things worse. Fortunately, her master would always see her clitoris slip away and press it down again, which made her feel a little better.

After only a few spins, Lin Yujiao was already in a daze, and couldn't help but cry out, "Ah... please, Master, insert your penis into my little hole!... I can't take it anymore!"

She immediately regretted it, thinking that she was becoming increasingly vulnerable and that she was not far from being abandoned by her master. Two streams of tears flowed uncontrollably down her cheeks.

"Alright, little slave, tell your master, who exactly are you?"

These words brought Lin Yujiao back to her senses slightly. Although her master's hand was still teasing her tender clitoris, Lin Yujiao felt as if she had been doused with cold water. This was a secret she had been afraid of being discovered for two years, a secret she couldn't tell anyone. Even if it cost her her life, she couldn't say it.

Who am I? Heh, I'm no longer worthy.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the master's hand left her. Although the master's other hand was still holding her leg, Lin Yujiao felt as if she had suddenly lost everything. In her panic, she answered, "Ah... I am Jiao Nu, Master's sex slave."

Having received an answer, the master's hand returned to her buttocks, making her feel a little more at ease. Her

mind, which had just cleared up, became confused again. The master grabbed her buttocks in his hands and asked, "So, what does your mother call you?"

It was okay to say that, she thought dazedly, "My mother calls me Jiao Jiao."

The master turned her around again, grabbing her breasts with both hands at the same time and kneading them hard.

"Ah... ah..."

she couldn't help but moan. The master was the master; a casual knead was a thousand times, ten thousand times more pleasurable than touching them herself! If the master would knead these breasts to pieces, how happy she would be!

But the master had no such intention. His hand moved down again, brushing against her vulva without lingering, causing her heart to skip a beat. But as the saying goes, every cloud has a silver lining. The master pinched her labia with two fingers, pulling them apart!

Was the master about to penetrate her? She was overjoyed, wanting to shout, "This is what I want! Give it to me!" But then she heard the master ask, "What should I call your sister?"

A year ago, Lin Yujiao would have been alerted by the question and prepared herself, but now she was thinking with her buttocks. Her mind was only focused on pleasing her master to make herself feel better.

Currently, she was adrift in a sea of desire, and didn't care about anything else, casually asking, "Which...?"

"Fourth brother,"

the master said. After saying this, he released her, leaving Lin Yujiao's body. The finger that had just pulled apart her labia still carried a long trail of vaginal fluid.

Lin Yujiao had been expecting sunshine, but instead, she was met with a sudden downpour; the master not only didn't penetrate her but also released her.

The rope suspending her, which had been twisted and knotted, was now loosened and spun rapidly with a startled cry, much faster than when her master had spun her around.

"Ah...ah!"

Lin Yujiao cried out in alarm, realizing her master was toying with her again. Suddenly remembering her master's unanswered question, she cried out urgently, "Chanchan! Chanchan!" "

Hahaha!"

Her master caught her spinning body, his voice smug. "So it really is you. I wonder why the esteemed Princess of the Great Xia Kingdom has come to my Tang Kingdom to become a prostitute?"

Lin Yujiao was stunned, realizing her master had already guessed her identity. In an instant, a wall she had guarded for years crumbled in her heart. She immediately cried out, "I didn't, I...I..."

For a moment, she didn't know what to say. She just kept sobbing.

The master untied the long rope that was suspending Lin Yujiao and held her in his arms. His voice seemed to be smiling: "This appearance is just like a year ago."

After saying that, he kissed her on the cheek: "Jiaojiao, tell your master what's wrong."

Lin Yujiao had been trained for more than two years and had only been touched by her master's hand. She had never been held by her master, let alone kissed by him. Now, with this hug and kiss, her heart, which had unknowingly long since become a slave, suddenly felt boundless glory. Anyway, she had already been discovered... anyway, she couldn't be more humiliated than this... refusing to listen to reason would not get her any favors... So she steeled herself and said it. All the grievances that had been bottled up in her heart for more than two years poured out all at once.

It turns out that in the world today, there are countless countries. But among the countries of mankind, there are four universally recognized great powers: Xia, Ming, Zhou, and the Tang Kingdom, which has been rising in prominence in the last thirty years.

Unlike the newly risen, nouveau riche Tang Kingdom, the Xia Kingdom, with its 600-year history, boasts a long and distinguished heritage among human nations.

Equally renowned is the Xia royal family's magic—specifically, ice magic within the water element.

The Xia royal family's enduring strength over centuries is inseparable from the fact that its emperors were all unparalleled magicians. Unlike martial arts, a person's magical talent is deeply intertwined with their bloodline. If your parents lack magical talent, no matter how hard you try, you are destined never to become a magician. Therefore, families renowned for their magic place great emphasis on the magical abilities of their in-laws when arranging marriages for their children.

The Xia royal family takes this to the extreme. To maintain the purity of their bloodline, the Xia Kingdom has always permitted marriage only within the royal family, one of the reasons for their enduring prosperity. However, while this ensures a pure bloodline, it has also led to a dwindling royal population. The previous generation of royalty, after a lifetime of effort, fathered six sons, only to have a daughter as their final offspring. The baby girl was immediately snatched away by her brothers at birth. The second prince killed his five brothers, becoming the victor and ascending to the throne. When his sister was twelve, he eagerly married her. Then, a miraculous thing happened: the young queen gave birth to four children in the next five years, all girls. This high birth rate convinced everyone that Heaven was blessing the Xia Kingdom, and that if this continued, the royal family would surely prosper. Unfortunately

, the Xia royal family did not have the chance to continue. In that same year, the once-arrogant Xia emperor was assassinated. For the first time in centuries, the Xia Kingdom had no male direct line of royalty. The court and the public were abuzz with discussion. Many illegitimate royals emerged, claiming legitimacy, while powerful clans coveted the throne, wanting to marry the young, widowed queen and thus legally possess the entire kingdom. Ultimately, the young queen suppressed all the plotters, ascended the throne, and became the first female emperor of the Great Xia Kingdom. To appease the people, the Empress declared she would never marry and, breaking with convention, named her five-year-old eldest daughter as Crown Princess.

Crown Princess Wang Mengjiao grew up, striving to do everything befitting her status: studying diligently, learning magic, trying to please her mother and subjects, and being a good older sister to her younger sisters.

However, all her efforts failed to earn her recognition—because her younger sister was far more dazzling.

Wang Mengchan, the youngest princess, possessed talent that left everyone speechless. At the age of five, her magical abilities surpassed all her older sisters, including her own sister at nine. After that, she could only forever struggle to catch up with her sister, falling further and further behind. A peerless

genius! This was the unanimous assessment of her fourth sister by the court officials.

"It's a pity she's not Crown Princess,"

Wang Mengjiao had heard this said more than once. She felt bitter; being Crown Princess wasn't something she wanted. After much deliberation, knowing she could never surpass her sister, she pleaded with her mother to make Wang Mengjiao Crown Princess instead.

"Nonsense! You think you can just change the Crown Princess like that? It was the result of a vote by all the court officials when you were chosen as Crown Princess. National affairs aren't child's play!"

Her mother, upon hearing this, not only disagreed but also scolded her.

"But this isn't fair," she thought to herself. "When the Crown Princess was chosen, my sister was only one year old, barely able to hold a staff. Who could have known her genius?"

Wang Mengjiao was indignant. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head: If I'm gone, wouldn't the Crown Princess be reinstated?

Run away from home!

No sooner said than done, she packed her bags and set off. At this time, she was only fourteen years old, yet she had heard too many fairy tales of princes and princesses. In every fairy tale, the princess who ran away from home found her beloved prince.

Unfortunately, reality wasn't a fairy tale. She adopted the name Lin Yujiao, disguising herself along the way, afraid of being recognized. Unfortunately, a "kind person" still saw through her noble status. That person not only swindled all her money but also sold her to the Tang Kingdom. The "kind-hearted person" wasn't stupid. Although he didn't know which family's young lady she belonged to, if he sold her to the Xia Kingdom and her relatives and friends found out, he would die a terrible death. But if he sold her to the Tang Kingdom, everything would be fine.

So, the Crown Princess of Xia was sold to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion in the capital of Tang. The Xiaoxiang Pavilion then gave her to her master for his pleasure. Tang and Xia were enemy states, at war for years; how could she possibly tell anyone she was the Crown Princess of Xia?

Wouldn't that bring shame upon Xia? She only hoped her identity would never be discovered, that people would only see her as an ordinary prostitute. And that her mother and sisters would simply pretend she was dead.

Lin Yujiao—no, it was Wang Mengjiao—cried as she spoke, pouring out all the grievances she had suppressed for years. Only after finishing did she realize she had said everything she should and shouldn't have. Anxiety arose again: Now that he knew her identity, what would he do to her?

Seeing Wang Mengjiao stop speaking, the master embraced her and kissed her. His mouth was more powerful than his hands, sucking her nipples until they tingled. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: The master seemed so small; how could his mouth only touch her nipples when he held her like this?

The thought flashed through her mind in an instant, but her master, with a slight manipulation, overwhelmed her with boundless lust. With just one hand, he could make her wish she were dead; how much more so with both hands and lips? His two demonic hands, one in front and one behind, slid down her thighs, reaching her inner thighs, and parted her labia again!

"Ah!...Master!...Master!...Please!"

Wang Mengjiao pleaded in a hoarse voice. Her master, finally not disappointing her, inserted a finger.

"Ah..."

Wang Mengjiao wept with joy, her vaginal fluids gushing forth immediately after the finger entered. All her discomfort vanished instantly. For the first time in her life, she had been held in her master's arms and climaxed; she felt happier than ever before.

But this happiness was so fleeting. Her master's finger lingered inside her for only a moment before being withdrawn.

He pushed her away.

Wang Mengjiao felt all her strength drained away; normally, she would have fallen into a deep sleep long ago. But today, she had to muster all her strength, weakly asking, "What will Master do with his beloved slave?"

As soon as she asked the question, she realized her voice was so soft it was barely audible.

Capturing an enemy royal could yield a hefty ransom, especially for a crown princess like herself; if her mother agreed, she could get several cities in exchange. But even so, how could she face returning? Even if she did return, what would her subjects think of her? A prostitute crown princess?

Of course, for the Tang people, who enjoyed humiliating their enemies, ransom was not something they were interested in. Twenty years ago, they had captured the Moon Elf Queen. Then, eight thousand soldiers gang-raped her.

"I'm releasing you,"

her master's somber voice rang out. She was incredulous at these words. Then, her body loosened, the ropes were removed. Having exhausted her virginity, everything went black, and then she knew nothing more. She

didn't know how much time had passed before she awoke. The woman in red said, "Put your clothes on, you can go now. I'll see you out in a bit. You can either sneak back to your country and become the Crown Princess again, or you can go back to the Xiaoxiang Pavilion and continue being a famous courtesan."

Then she heard the door close.

Could I really go home? Was this not a dream? Wang Mengjiao's body was weak, but her mind was unusually clear.

Mother… Sister… In an instant, countless memories buried deep within her flooded back. She struggled to sit up and removed her blindfold. Suddenly, she felt something was missing. Looking down, she saw her chastity belt was gone. That mysterious triangle was finally exposed again. Her pubic hair had long been plucked, but her delicate clitoris was swollen and erect.

She couldn't help but touch it downwards, and that strange feeling surged up from her lower abdomen like flames, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

It was as if there was glue on her clitoris, sticking her hand to it, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remove it. She couldn't stop touching herself, and the little strength she had just regained was about to be exhausted again. For the first time in her life, she masturbated, and an overwhelming sense of guilt welled up inside her: "I'm so wanton now. Even if I go back, am I still worthy to be the Crown Princess of the Great Xia Kingdom? Even if my mother and the others don't know, how can I face this world? And if my fourth sister becomes the next Empress of the Great Xia Kingdom, she will definitely be more outstanding than me..."

She had long harbored the will to die, but in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, she never had the chance. Now, she knew that after each of her master's training sessions, the woman in red would wait outside for the surviving sisters to wash and dress, and then send them home. The girls took a long time to wash away their sweat and put on makeup, so the woman in red waited patiently, never coming in to urge them. She looked up and saw a long rope hanging from the beam—the very rope her master had used to tie her up the night before...

The previous chapter was actually the prologue; this chapter is where the protagonist finally appears.

(Note: The title "夯" is a pictographic character, composed of "大" (great) and "力" (strength).) It indicates that labor requires great effort.

Original meaning: The sound made when exerting force during labor. Extended meaning: A tool for building a foundation. Specifically, it has three meanings: 1. A tool used to pound the foundation. The tool used to pound the foundation must be very strong, so it can be extended to mean solid.

2. To pound with a rammer. This doesn't even need an extension; pounding with a rammer clearly means powerful.

3. Dialect: To hit hard. Same meaning as above.

昆: Ideographic compound. From 日 (sun) and 比 (compare). The bronze script depicts two people walking side-by-side in the sunlight. Original meaning: Together, jointly.

Specifically, it has three meanings: 1. Descendants, offspring. Can be extended to mean family.

2. Elder brother. Can be extended to mean brothers and sisters.

3. Numerous.

4. A mountain name. This one is not relevant.

Therefore, this question has multiple meanings.

1. First, the basic meaning: The sound made when exerting force together.

(Don't get the wrong idea, this kind of sentiment is absolutely pure and noble! So this is a pure love story!

2. Powerful siblings can also be interpreted as a very powerful family. (What a noble family! Aristocratic! So loving!)

3. Close-knit siblings can also be interpreted as a loving family. (This seems to be getting more and more like a grotesque novel...)

4. Descendants, heirs, or older brothers being rammed can also be interpreted as being rammed by a ram. (This is too cruel; wouldn't this become a sadomasochistic novel...)

5. Lots of powerful characters. (What kind of explanation is this? What kind of fantasy novel is it without powerful characters? However, this interpretation is somewhat similar to Jin Yong's explanation of the title "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils."

Everyone can believe whichever explanation they think is better.

We are knowledgeable and cultured people, so please make sure you all understand this point. Please don't connect the article title with nonsensical phrases like "巭孬嫑夯昆勥烎茓". I wouldn't do something so morbidly humorous as to break down "夯" into two characters, "大力" into two, and "昆" into two characters, then read all four together for a homophone.)

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Chapter 02 To Survive, One Must First Castrate Oneself: The Troubles of a Young Man's Castration.

Dawn broke, and the bright sunlight shone upon the entire world, warming the entire capital city.

The capital city was, of course, the capital of the Tang Kingdom. When the Tang King raised his army with only three cities, no one could have imagined that he would lead his four great generals—Phoenix, Dragon, Tiger, and Eagle—invincible, conquering countless kingdoms in thirty years, becoming a powerful nation comparable to the three great human kingdoms of Xia, Zhou, and Ming.

At this time, the four great generals of yesteryear—Feng Shitong, Long Hao, Zhang Biao, and Fang Yuanying—were all enfeoffed as kings, known as the Four Founding Kings, holding prominent positions and enjoying unparalleled favor among the court.

Now, the imposing gates of the Eagle King's mansion creaked open. A small figure stepped out. It was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, pale-faced and extremely thin, as if a gust of wind would knock him over. However, his luxurious clothes indicated that he was no ordinary person. This was Fang Fei, the fourth son of the Eagle King. From a young age,

all of Fang Fei's meridians were closed, showing signs of premature death, and his body grew weaker with age. Fang Yuanying possessed martial arts skills that he could not learn at all. Helpless, Fang Yuanying sought help from Feng Shitong, the leader of the four kings, whose martial arts skills surpassed Fang Yuanying's. Remembering Fang Yuanying's past life-saving grace, she used the most powerful and yang energy in the world to open Fang Fei's meridians. However, after opening them, his meridians would slowly close again, and Feng Shitong could only open them again and again.

In order to prolong his beloved son's life, Fang Yuanying made him a disciple of Feng Shitong. Every time Feng Shitong unblocked Fang Fei's meridians, a large amount of yang energy remained in his body. To save his life, Feng Shitong taught him a secret method to absorb the innate energy of others, especially the yin essence of virgins, to regulate the yin-yang balance within his body. Thus, Xiaoxiang Pavilion, whose mastermind was Fang Yuanying, continuously provided him with the women needed for this secret method.

However, this method, which only treated the symptoms and not the root cause, was soon becoming ineffective. The time Fang Fei could remain healthy after his meridians were unblocked was getting shorter and shorter.

Fang Fei was much younger than his age, and his pale face didn't show much childlike innocence. The large amount of yin energy he had absorbed last night was surging through his body, making him feel as if he were being pricked by needles. And with most of his meridians closed, every movement required a great deal of effort. He staggered out the door, thinking that he would one day suddenly collapse by the roadside, like countless women he had killed, never to be heard from again.

"Master, Lin Yujiao has hanged herself."

A woman in red chased after him from behind, interrupting his thoughts.

Fang Fei turned around, looked at the woman in red, and casually uttered a single word: "Oh."

The woman in red said, "She's already stopped breathing."

Fang Fei said, "Bury her."

The woman in red frowned and said, "I don't have the habit of burying living people."

The sun continued to rise. In the garden of the Phoenix Prince's Mansion,

Feng Yaoxian, the little fairy known as the leader of the Five Little Beauties, was practicing her sword. Her long sleeves fluttered, truly like a fairy.

Fang Fei squeezed his cheeks with both hands, finally managing to make a smile, and then popped out from the corner, calling out, "Good morning, Senior Sister!"

Feng Yaoxian said while practicing, "Knowing that Master would be back today, you're still late!"

Fang Fei said, "Huh? Isn't Master supposed to be back this afternoon?"

Feng Yaoxian turned around, her pretty face filled with anger: "Hmph, dare to say that to Master!"

Seeing that things were going badly, Fang Fei immediately made a face and said, "I don't have the guts, I'm going to practice!"

After saying that, he turned and ran away.

Feng Yaoxian shook her head, ignoring him, and continued practicing her sword.

Fang Fei knew that although Feng Yaoxian often scolded him, she would never truly be angry with him. Daily martial arts practice was Feng Shitong's requirement for her disciples, but Feng Yaoxian, who was in charge of supervision, knew her own poor health and therefore didn't really demand it of him.

Feng Shitong had four disciples. Fang Fei was the third. The other three were adopted orphaned girls from the beast race, sharing the surname Feng with Feng Shitong: the eldest disciple, Feng Yaoxian, was a beauty from the Crane race; the second disciple, Feng Qiaoling, was a little fox from the Fox race; and the fourth disciple, Feng Cairou, was a little sister from the Butterfly race. The Crane, Fox, and Butterfly races were all known for their beautiful women. Feng Yaoxian, in particular, was exceptionally pure and ethereal, and coupled with the incomparably beautiful Feng Shitong herself, it was impossible not to sigh that birds of a feather flock together.

Fang Fei disliked the worried looks on his fellow disciples' faces, so he dared not even frown in front of them, always putting on a nonchalant but lazy expression. Apart from their master, none of his fellow disciples knew that his illness was worsening. He went to greet his junior sister, Feng Cairou, but couldn't find his second senior sister.

Aside from the royal palace, the Feng Prince's Mansion was the largest residence in the capital. Surprisingly, however, this vast mansion had no guards. This was because Feng Shitong was not only a peerless martial artist but also skilled in divination and escape techniques. The mansion appeared ordinary, but in reality, it was riddled with traps and mechanisms; if there were guards, they would likely perish within a few steps. Moreover, given Feng Shitong's masterful use of traps, no one except her four disciples dared to enter the Feng Prince's Mansion.

However, even her four disciples couldn't go anywhere without permission. In the center of the mansion was a large lake with an island in it, Feng Shitong's residence. Feng Shitong forbade anyone from stepping into the lake, not even her most beloved disciple, Feng Yaoxian.

But today, Fang Fei walked to the lake, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then walked across the water as if on flat ground, reaching the island in the center of the lake. The large red-brick and green-tiled house on the island was Feng Shitong's boudoir. Fang Fei ignored the main gate and circled the house repeatedly, going around in circles until he reached the back. Then he crawled through a rotten tree hollow under a large tree.

After a long while, Fang Fei climbed out from the stove in the courtyard, but instead of going inside, he wandered around the courtyard again.

There seemed to be many mechanisms in the trees and on the ground in the courtyard. Fang Fei fiddled with them for a long time, and suddenly a platform silently rose from the pool in the courtyard. Fang Fei circled around for a while longer before finally leaping onto it. Somehow, an opening appeared in the platform, and he crawled inside.

After proceeding for a long time, passing through several hidden doors, the dimly lit underground passage seemed to end. Before a stone wall stood a young girl. Her face was extremely beautiful, looking like a delicate young lady, but her silver hair and the pair of furry ears peeking out from it indicated that she was not human. She was dressed in coarse cloth, carrying a lantern, and staring intently at the wall, as if it were her beloved, captivating her completely.

"Second Senior Sister!"

Fang Fei called softly, "I knew you'd come here!"

This woman was none other than Fang Fei's second senior sister, Feng Qiaoling. Feng Qiaoling gestured for him to be quiet, and Fang Fei stood silently beside her, both of them staring at the wall. Although there was no one else around, it was, after all, a forbidden area designated by Feng Shitong, so neither of them dared to speak loudly.

After a while, Feng Qiaoling finally understood and began gesturing, explaining the mechanism of the wall to him.

"If you pull this brick again, the door will open."

After saying this, Feng Qiaoling pulled the brick on her left, but there was no sound.

Fang Fei looked at her in confusion.

"Impossible!"

Feng Qiaoling sighed helplessly. "Master is truly a genius. From the lakeside to here, we followed the correct route through all the deadly traps, but this last wall, I've been studying for three months and still can't open it."

It turns out that among Feng Shitong's four disciples, Feng Qiaoling had the highest talent and was the most diligent in mechanical arts. Three years ago, Fang Fei made a bet with her: if she could enter Master's boudoir, he would let her do as she pleased. So the two secretly violated the prohibition and studied how to enter. Knowing Master's temper, they were extra careful. Unexpectedly, this work has lasted three years, and they still haven't finished.

"Do you think Master goes through this much trouble every time she comes home?"

Fang Fei asked.

"Are you stupid? Of course not. This is probably a backup passage. If Master is seriously injured and can't fight, or for some other reason, she might use this passage. Normally, she just needs to fly down from the sky and jump into the pool." "

Won't there be any traps then?"

Fang Fei asked again.

Feng Qiaoling casually replied, "Of course not. I've taken a quick look and found thirty-seven mechanisms along this route. But there are definitely many more in reality. This route just makes getting in faster; it's far from simple. Anyway, we can't go this way, so there's no need to study it."

"Ah! It worked!"

The two cheered simultaneously, and the wall silently collapsed as they spoke. It turned out the mechanism here was intricate, and Feng Shitong had designed it so that these mechanisms around her bedroom wouldn't make any noise, thus slowing down the activation process. After the wall fell, a refined and elegant boudoir was revealed before them.

Fang Fei's expression changed several times, but he saw Feng Qiaoling already leaping inside.

"Second Senior Sister, slow down! There might be more mechanisms!"

Fang Fei exclaimed anxiously.

Feng Qiaoling laughed, "No way, this is Master's boudoir. What girl would put mechanisms in her own room?"

Fang Fei knew his second senior sister's skill well. He followed her around Master's room, then prepared to sit down on a large chair in the corner of the bedroom, but Feng Qiaoling said, "Wait!"

"What is it?"

Fang Fei asked.

"You're so stupid! Can't you see this is the only mechanism in this room?"

"Ah!"

Fang Fei looked closely and indeed it was.

But then Feng Qiaoling said, "Strange, why would Master put such a trap here? It seems like when someone sits on it, ropes pop out from around the chair to bind them tightly, and then the chair turns into a box to trap them. But that doesn't make sense! Why would Master put such a simple trap here?"

"Never mind it,"

Fang Fei said, his eyes filled with ecstatic joy. "Tell me, if Master had any treasures, where would he have hidden them?"

"I already told you there are no more traps here. This room might have a few hidden compartments at most. If you can't find these, you can forget about being Master's disciple."

Seeing Fang Fei looking like he was about to search, Feng Qiaoling grabbed his hand and said, "Don't even think about looking for Master's treasures. What does it matter to us if Master has treasures? Let's get out of here quickly. Master has been incredibly kind to us. We only need to break her rules once. We're not allowed to come back again."

Fang Fei obediently nodded, and the two returned the way they came, concealing all traces.

The two walked out of the lake. Fang Fei said, "Second Senior Sister, since you've won, tell me what you want me to do?"

Feng Qiaoling hadn't expected him to admit defeat so readily. Her face flushed, she lowered her head and said, "I'm the one who lost. Our bet was supposed to last three months, but you kept extending it, giving me chances. How could I not know? I initially fell for your trick, but when it came to cracking Master's trap, I was bewitched. I kept refusing to admit defeat, hoping you would accompany me in doing something that would betray Master."

Fang Fei clapped his hands and said, "Everyone says the fox clan is cunning, but you're so honest, admitting defeat so easily. We can't really betray Master. Her prohibition was probably to prevent us from getting hurt. Now that we're both safe and sound, she'll probably be quite surprised. But knowing her temper, it's best not to tell her, or we'll both be in big trouble!"

Feng Qiaoling smiled, quite charming. In truth, getting her to admit defeat wasn't easy. After dragging it out for three years, finally admitting defeat after success was a defeat she was willing to accept. She took his hand and whispered, "Yes, you're right. We can't tell Master, and we can't tell the other sisters either. Promise me, this is our secret. From now on, we'll pretend it never happened. Neither of us is allowed to enter Master's room again, nor are we allowed to mention this again!"

Fang Fei nodded, and their eyes met. Their faces drew closer and closer. Over the past three years, they had often acted secretly together, and a deep bond had formed between them.

Fang Fei looked at his lovely senior sister and said, "Senior sister, since you've admitted defeat, you can't go back on your word! You have to do whatever I tell you to do."

Feng Qiaoling's ears twitched back and forth, and she laughed, "Looking at you, do you want me to do something bad?"

Fang Fei took her hand and put it in his arms, "Yes, will you agree or not?"

Feng Qiaoling pulled her hand away, smoothed a few strands of hair that had been ruffled by the wind, and said, "Yes, tell me, murder and arson?"

Fang Fei brought his mouth to her long ear, "I want you to be my wife!"

"Slap!"

Feng Qiaoling was extremely embarrassed, and her long ear fell down, hitting Fang Fei's mouth right there. Her face turned red instantly, and she turned and ran away, "How shameless!"

Fang Fei called after her, "You promised, you can't go back on your word!"

Feng Qiaoling turned back and laughed, "Let's talk about it when you grow taller!"

The two chased and played around for a while, and before they knew it, it was noon. Today, Feng Cairou cooked. After the four sisters finished eating, they went back to practice their martial arts.

Not long after, a beautiful and melodious voice suddenly came from the main room, but the words were very rude: "You little brats, get over here!"

Fang Fei knew that Feng Shitong had returned. He hurriedly ran to the main room, but the three sisters were already there. Like his sisters, Fang Fei knelt down and bowed to his master, his head touching the ground, saying, "Disciple Fang Fei greets Master."

Feng Shitong had a strange temper and never tolerated any disrespect from her disciples. Therefore, Fang Fei and his sisters never dared to look directly at their master. Even when standing in front of her, they only dared to look down at their toes.

"Get up, all of you!"

The speaker was none other than Feng Wang, Feng Shitong. Feng Shitong was dressed in flowing red robes, and even her hair was a bright red. She was tall and had long legs, and her graceful figure was unparalleled. Moreover, she exuded a captivating aura that made people afraid to look directly at her. If you could manage to break free from this overwhelming aura and lift your head to look up at this peerless beauty, you would find her face veiled. You could only guess at her breathtaking beauty. The crimson veil covering Feng Shitong's face mirrored her personality—vibrant as fire, unfathomable. Even without seeing her stunning features, anyone who saw her long legs, shapely hips, and full breasts would be awestruck. Even women were no exception.

Such a beauty was unlikely to be found even in dreams.

Although even her apprentices had never seen her true face, her fame spread far and wide. Unlike the five young beauties of the capital, the five great beauties were universally acknowledged. Countless wandering poets roamed the continent, singing beautiful songs and telling legendary tales. Among these stories, the most popular were those of the five great beauties.

None of these five beauties were human. It's not that humans aren't beautiful, but rather that humans are short-lived, their youth fleeting. A woman's beauty can only be maintained for twenty or thirty years at most. A forty-year-old woman can still maintain her beauty, but what about fifty? Sixty? Beauty fades into dust in an instant. The five beauties, however, belong to a long-lived race in this world. Not only do they possess unparalleled beauty, but they have remained youthful for centuries, naturally making them widely known.

Feng Shitong is the youngest of the five beauties. She comes from the Phoenix Clan, the royal family of the Southern Barbarian Beastmen.

The Phoenix Clan is one of the few long-lived races among the beastmen. Phoenix Clan members reach adulthood at 100 years old, while she is only 136 years old this year.

The various races of the Southern Barbarian Beastmen were once ruled by the Lustful King of Ten Thousand Beasts. The Lustful King was extravagant and ruthless, and all the beastmen dared not speak out against him, for no one could defeat him.

However, forty years ago, all of this changed. In the legends of the continent, Feng Shitong, who had been in the Lustful King's hands since childhood, never submitted to him. Finally, on a stormy night, the still-underage Feng Shitong defeated the arrogant and tyrannical king, impaling his head on the tip of her flaming blade.

With the king dead, the orcs were thrown into chaos. The young Feng Shitong, brimming with ambition, believed she could once again unify the orcs. Unfortunately, she was too overconfident. Her blatant display of talent made her a target of fear for all the other races. They secretly united and dealt a fatal blow to the Phoenix Clan, nearly wiping out the already small clan in this brutal war.

Feng Shitong, relying on her superior martial arts skills, escaped alone and became an exile in the human kingdom. As a defeated general who was not of her own kind, no one valued her talent; wherever she went, people only noticed her beauty. Burdened by her reputation for beauty, she forever concealed her face.

Life is full of ups and downs; who can predict the future? Feng Shitong wandered aimlessly through the human kingdom until she encountered the current emperor that year.

That year, the Tang King was besieged by seven kingdoms, and everyone mocked his overestimation of his abilities; that year, Fang Yuanying, not yet eighteen, was promoted to general amidst skepticism; that year, Zhang Biao, the magistrate of Qingshui County in the Ming Dynasty, was exposed for embezzlement and fled with the money; that year, everyone believed Long Hao was an enemy spy; that year, the Tang King told her, who only wanted to escape the chaos, "The person who devised this plan must be the marshal who will help me pacify the world."

Thirty years of military campaigns have passed. Former defeated beastmen, those of unknown origin, corrupt Ming officials, and young generals have all displayed their power and influence, their names echoing throughout the land. Now, the Tang Dynasty is a mighty power, and Feng Shitong has been appointed by the Emperor as the head of the Four Kings, second only to the Emperor.

However, despite her unparalleled beauty and talent, no one in the Tang Dynasty dares to pursue her.

This woman seems to have a pronounced aversion to men; countless men have confessed their love to her, but she has always killed them without hesitation. A rumor circulates that one man who confessed his love to her survived—that man is none other than the current Emperor. But the two have become bitter enemies, never speaking a word to each other again.

Feng Shitong's actions seem to confirm this rumor. This time, she led the Flying Phoenix Army back to the capital for a report, but upon arriving, she immediately returned home, leaving her deputy, Qian Dailian, to lead her troops to meet the Emperor.

Her followers were overjoyed to see Feng Shitong return. Feng Shitong asked, "While I was away, have you little brats been studying hard?"

Knowing that a wrong answer would mean a beating, everyone answered in unison, "Yes!"

"Then let me see."

Feng Shitong began to inspect them.

Feng Yaoxian wielded her sword in a dance, the sword moving with her will, its light flowing and dazzling. By the end, it was impossible to tell how many swords she held; it seemed as if the sky was filled with sword light. Although Fang Fei and the others had seen it many times, they still couldn't help but cheer. Feng Shitong nodded, "Not bad. It seems you've been working very hard lately. Even Long Aotian can't compare." However,

Feng Qiaoling wasn't so lucky. Although she dazzled everyone with her counting rods, she was still scolded: "What have you been doing all day with those long ears? Aside from your breasts getting bigger, I can't see any other changes! Get over here right now!"

Feng Shitong never called her disciples by name, addressing them as "little brats." When addressing them individually, Feng Yaoxian, with her long legs, was called "Long-Legged Girl," Feng Qiaoling was called "Long Ears" because of her fox ears, Fang Fei was a little bastard, and Feng Cairou, who was very thin when she was adopted, was called "Little Butt."

Feng Qiaoling, looking helpless, crawled over on her knees. Her master raised her jade hand high and slapped her bottom repeatedly. Feng Qiaoling grimaced but dared not make a sound. In the blink of an eye, her pants were completely torn, and her half-blue, half-purple bottom was seen by her fellow disciples. Fortunately, she was a fox spirit and had a tail to cover her private parts. She used her large, furry tail to cover her private parts, preventing complete exposure.

When it was Fang Fei's turn, he untied the long whip from his waist and began to wield it. The whip blossoms danced beautifully.

Feng Shitong, a teacher, preferred to tailor her instruction to individual students. Her own martial arts were characterized by their extreme power and ferocity, and her weapon was the renowned Flaming Blade. However, her students' skills were all more delicate and agile, and none of them wielded a blade. Fang Fei's physique was extremely poor; she wanted to teach him weapons, but he lacked the strength to use them, and his martial arts were weak, making him even weaker without weapons. Feng Shitong selected several short, light, and skillful weapons for him to choose from, and he ultimately chose the whip.

Fang Fei was naturally intelligent, and with the strict guidance of his teacher, he could now perform the entire Flowing Cloud Whip Technique. Unfortunately, his stamina was limited, and he couldn't finish the entire routine in one go. Towards the end, he ran out of energy and collapsed to the ground. He looked at his master uneasily. Feng Shitong said, "You've followed me for so many years, focusing solely on practicing one set of whip techniques, yet you still can't complete it. It's a real pity a weak man like you isn't a eunuch!"

Fang Fei quickly knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

Feng Shitong showed no intention of punishing him, and then tested Feng Cairou. Feng Cairou practiced a newly learned set of Azure Wave Palm techniques; though the palm movements were soft, they flowed like endless waves. After the set of palm techniques was completed, Feng Shitong gave her a dismissive critique.

Then, something astonishing happened. Feng Shitong began distributing martial arts manuals to her disciples! Feng Yaoxian received twenty-seven sword manuals at once! It should be known that although Feng Shitong usually assigned heavy tasks to her disciples, she arranged them step by step. This sudden stack of sword manuals made Feng Yaoxian's pretty face turn pale. She hurriedly went to receive them, and Feng Shitong even instructed her that martial arts practice should be gradual and not greedy.

The disciples were immediately confused. Fang Fei received the fewest, including the Flowing Cloud Whip Technique he had already practiced, as well as a set of Dragon Tail Whip and a set of Heaven-Opening Earth-Splitting Whip. Feng Shitong explained that she had very few manuals on whip techniques; the only barely usable one was the Flowing Cloud Whip. The other two sets could be used as acrobatics, not for real.

After distributing the manuals, she instructed her disciples, "I cannot stay long. I have important business to attend to tonight and do not know when I will return. You all stay home and behave yourselves!"

The disciples all agreed. They realized that their master was going on a long journey, hence the limited manuals. It seemed that her departure would be quite long.

Feng Shitong continued, "You are all getting on in years, yet your martial arts skills are so poor, making me look bad for nothing. That's fine, it's your own fault for being so lazy. But the weapons you wield are also so bad. You treat scrap metal like treasures all day long. If people see this, they'll say I'm stingy. Today, I'll give each of you a usable weapon so people won't laugh at you."

Feng Qiaoling thought to herself: My bamboo counting rods aside, my senior sister's sword is a precious gift from Young Master Long, and my junior brother's whip is made of South China Sea shark skin. It was a gift from his father for his birthday two years ago, a rare treasure that he always shows off to me...

"Long ears!"

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly heard her master call her, and she quickly tucked her tail between her legs and crawled to her master's side.

"I have a set of dragon tooth counting rods here, they're fairly clean, three hundred in total. But the person who made them made them round rather than flat, and they're all different thicknesses, to follow the grain of the dragon teeth. I'm not used to using them. Hold on tight, or you'll lose your head!"

Feng Qiaoling was shocked. Dragon teeth! Dragons!

Dragons are mythical beasts rarely seen in the world. Legend says they can summon wind and rain, and are omnipotent. It's said they can easily crush fine steel, demonstrating the incredible strength of dragon teeth. Of course, besides being strong, dragon teeth have many other uses. The most famous jewelry store in the east of the city, Yu Daxiang, has a dragon tooth ring, one of its seven treasures, which is carved from a small piece of dragon tooth, yet it's fetched an astronomical price.

Three hundred counting rods made of dragon teeth! What an unparalleled treasure! As for the flaws like being round rather than flat and being different thicknesses, only her master could spot them.

A large bag of counting rods was thrown in front of Feng Qiaoling. She picked it up and found it incredibly light. Fang Fei had given her a set of steel counting rods for her birthday earlier this year, but they were too heavy and not as light as bamboo ones, so she hadn't used them. Seeing that these dragon teeth, harder than steel, were so light, only slightly heavier than bamboo, she was overjoyed. The pain in her buttocks vanished completely, and her fluffy tail stood upright, wagging back and forth.

Fang Fei and his second senior sister were standing side-by-side, but when she crawled forward to receive her reward, her large buttocks were directly facing Fang Fei. Fang Fei was feeling sorry for her once snow-white buttocks, now bruised and purple, when she suddenly raised her tail high, exposing her tightly closed vulva and small anus. He was immediately treated to a feast for the eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Cairou was called forward, and Feng Shitong said, "Since you don't like using weapons, your teacher can only give you some clothes to wear."

After saying that, she took out a very ordinary-looking vest and handed it to Feng Cairou: "This garment is both rustic and ugly, and it doesn't suit your teacher. It's just right for you to wear."

Feng Cairou kowtowed and accepted the gift, her heart filled with doubt, but she dared not ask. Then she heard her master say again, "Go back and put it on properly, don't take it off!"

"You little bastard!"

Feng Shitong shouted, and Fang Fei quickly knelt down and crawled over.

Feng Shitong said, "Back then, your father wanted to send you, this good-for-nothing, to my sect, but I refused outright. However, your father was unreasonable and kept pestering me. Out of consideration for our camaraderie, I couldn't refuse repeatedly, so I had to ask you four questions. Do you know them?"

Fang Fei didn't dare raise his head, looking at his master's jade-like feet, and said, "This disciple doesn't know."

Feng Shitong continued, "I said you were too young to be raised, so your father gave me a fortune to support you; I said I was afraid you wouldn't listen, so your father gave me a broken sword to kill you; I said I was afraid you'd run away in fear, so your father gave me a bundle of rotten rope to tie you up; I said I was afraid you wouldn't work hard, so your father gave me a broken whip to whip you. Seeing I couldn't refuse, I had no choice but to accept you."

With that, she threw out a bundle of whips with a snap. Fang Fei looked at it and realized it wasn't a whip at all, but clearly a rope! The whip handle was only as long as a palm, its blade smooth as a mirror, crystal clear and translucent. Even through the whip, one could clearly see the veins of the grass crushed beneath it.

But then Feng Shitong said, "Your father is such a scoundrel! This kind of whip has neither hooks nor barbs; how can it discipline a disciple? You should take it!"

Fang Fei kowtowed to thank his master, picked up the whip, and tried to wrap it around his waist like his own long whip, but he couldn't. The whip was too long; he couldn't unleash it easily. Fang Fei quickly put the whip away in his robes. He thought to himself, "I've heard that in ancient times there was a divine beast called the Roc, whose wingspan was thousands of miles long. When it flew, it blotted out the sky, moving heaven and earth. Later, this divine beast died, and the elves found its corpse and crafted several treasures, known as sacred objects.

One of them was the Soaring Spirit Whip, made from the large tendons of the Roc's wings. Later, someone said that twenty years ago, when my father raided the elven capital, he obtained this treasure, but unexpectedly, it was given to my master." He sighed inwardly; this whip was probably three zhang long, and with his strength, he would have to hold half of it in his hand to swing it properly.

Feng Shitong gave Feng Yaoxian a sword, a long, thin sword that gleamed with a blue light. Feng Shitong said it was the same old, worn-out sword Fang Fei's father had given her. Such a thin blade made it seem petty, perfect for a little brat like Feng Yaoxian.

Feng Shitong then scolded her disciples and sent the three female disciples away. After they were gone, she placed one hand on Fang Fei's pulse and said after a long pause, "Your health can't be delayed any longer. Fortunately, your Yin energy is sufficient, and it's time to eradicate this illness."

Upon hearing this, Fang Fei felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his ears. "I'm saved? This can't be real..."

He quickly knelt down again to listen to the teachings. Although he was used to his sickly appearance every day, hearing that the illness could be cured still made his legs tremble with excitement.

But Feng Shitong said, "The changes in your body are beyond my expectations. As I predicted, once I reopen your meridians, the remaining yang and yin energies will combine, and tomorrow a core will form in your lower abdomen. This is the root of your illness. You must seize the opportunity. After the core forms, immediately castrate yourself. This opportunity for castration is fleeting; you must remember it. If you castrate yourself too early, the core energy won't form, and the source will be cut off. The remaining core energy will have nowhere to go and will churn within you, causing unbearable pain until you die. If you castrate yourself too late, the core will be formed, and all the meridians will close again. Even if I'm by your side, I won't be able to reopen your meridians, and you'll surely die."

Castrate himself? Fang Fei's mood plummeted, instantly sinking to rock bottom. Although he was young, he already knew everything. He had been engaged in the business of harvesting human yin essence for many years and had also read many of these secret methods. Because Fang Yuanying knew that he had practiced a kind of evil art to prolong life, and fearing that he might make a mistake, he had collected many such secret methods for him to refer to. As for the techniques of binding and training people, he learned them later from the trainers of Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

So when he heard the words "castration," he looked embarrassed and said in a low voice, "Then, wouldn't I become a eunuch?"

Feng Shitong immediately said unhappily, "Then what do you want to become?"

Fang Fei did not dare to argue and asked again, "Can I not castrate myself?"

Feng Shitong said coldly, "Sure, but it's just death. Anyway, you should have died long ago. You don't need to come tomorrow, just die at home. If you don't even have this much courage, how can you be worthy of being my disciple?"

Fang Fei saw that things were not going well and was afraid that his master was about to get angry again, so he quickly changed the subject and told Feng Shitong that he had actually wanted to castrate himself for a long time, but his master had never taught him, and he asked his master for guidance.

Feng Shitong did not say much, only that it would be fine if he cut it off. Then, he cleared his meridians and instructed him to tell his fellow disciples that he was leaving, possibly for a long time with no certainty of return. Then, his figure flashed and disappeared.

Fang Fei was overjoyed that his meridians were open again. He picked up the Xiangling Whip and tried to wield it a couple of times, but the whip was too long and he couldn't move it. Then he thought about how he would have to castrate himself tomorrow, and his heart filled with great distress. He had suffered from this strange illness since childhood; not only was his body weak and his pulse feeble, but he also couldn't gather even a trace of true energy in his dantian, thus preventing him from practicing any superior martial arts.

Fang Yuanying had once told him: "Southern barbarian martial arts are a unique style, unlike human martial arts which all originate from the dantian. Feng Shitong's Blazing Sun Heart Technique is one such example." Although he didn't know much, he was certain that the Blazing Sun Heart Technique didn't originate from the dantian; this strange technique's power seemed to flow from the outside in. Perhaps this was the reason why Feng Shitong, with her yin-dominant female constitution, could practice this extraordinary skill without changing her nature. Fang Yuanying estimated that, given the domineering nature of Feng Shitong's Blazing Sun True Qi, Fang Fei only needed to master half of Feng Shitong's level to automatically unblock his meridians and heal his injuries. However, the Blazing Sun Heart Sutra was a unique martial art of the Phoenix Clan, never passed down to outsiders; how could it be easily taught to others? Therefore, he repeatedly urged Fang Fei to try to please his master so that he could be taught this extraordinary skill.

Fang Fei had suffered from a strange illness since childhood, enduring immense pain. To heal his injuries, he was willing to do anything. So, he pretended to be obedient and charming in front of Feng Shitong every day, hoping to win his master's praise. Unfortunately, Feng Shitong had a capricious nature, and even though he racked his brains to please his master, he often received only beatings and scoldings from her. Of course, his master was equally ruthless towards everyone. Even among his fellow disciples, the most favored and closest to his master, Feng Yaoxian, dared not utter a single word in front of his master, let alone mention the Blazing Sun Heart Sutra.

Over the years, besides a set of Flowing Cloud Whip Techniques, all Fang Fei had acquired was a strange set of incantations.

He was only eight years old at the time. After his master opened his meridians again, the blazing yang energy within him reached its peak.

Normally, when the blazing yang energy coursed wildly within him, he could roll around and cry out, but that time he felt as if all his flesh was being shattered, as if countless blades were tearing at his internal organs. He couldn't move, only staring blankly at his master, unable to utter a sound. At this critical moment, his master passed on this incantation to him.

His master was very serious then, instructing him that if he uttered even half a word to anyone, his master would cut him into pieces and feed him to his father, then cut his father into pieces and feed him to his brother… That day, his master showed unusual patience, listing every member of the Fang family one by one, and finally even cutting the Fang family's servants into pieces and feeding them to his eldest sister, second sister, and youngest sister. Then his master would eat all his fellow disciples. After

Feng Shitong finished speaking, she asked him if he had forgotten anyone. Fang Fei could only nod to indicate that he had. He knew his master wouldn't kill his father so easily, but knowing her temper, if he told anyone, she would definitely do it.

The incantation she passed on to him was a strange and extremely domineering method of absorbing the yin energy from others. After Fang Yuanying learned that his son needed virgins to survive, he kept sending them to him. At first, he would directly insert his fingers into the untouched orifices of these young virgins, sucking them dry until they were corpses.

At that time, he didn't quite understand what killing meant; he only knew that he couldn't tell anyone what he was doing. Later, it gradually became a habit.

He began learning various techniques, and now he could gather all the yin energy of a woman's body to her genitals before absorbing it. Women with little yin energy would still be drained to death instantly, while those with abundant yin energy would survive for his next absorption. However, those women with abundant yin energy would gradually have their primordial yin depleted after being drained a few times, rendering them useless, and he would have to release them.

There was one woman who was an exception; her primordial yin was more abundant than ever before—that was Lin Yujiao. Oh, no, it should be Wang Mengjiao. Wang Mengjiao had shown no signs of primordial yin depletion for two years until yesterday when she was completely drained. She was undoubtedly an anomaly.

Fang Fei didn't know if the incantation he had been practicing was the Blazing Sun Heart Sutra. He hoped it was, but his intuition told him it wasn't. How could the Blazing Sun Sutra be so malevolent? Since childhood, his body had been constantly scorched by the blazing true energy left by his master. After practicing this incantation, the primordial yin and blazing sun true energy of the women he absorbed could intertwine, transforming into a rapidly swirling true energy that flowed down his meridians and finally rushed into his scrotum. The blazing sun energy was gradually neutralized, and his scrotum, like a bottomless pit, absorbed an unknown amount of this energy.

Fang Fei squatted under a large tree, slowly dissolving the remaining blazing sun energy in his body according to the incantation. Before his master opened his meridians, he had accumulated a large amount of yin energy in his body, so this time he wasn't absorbing yin energy to merge with the blazing sun energy, but rather using the yin energy he already had to merge with the blazing sun energy. This made the process much faster, but also more painful.

Fang Fei was already used to this pain. He was in a bad mood, and after dissolving the energy for a while, he went to say goodbye to his fellow disciples early. His eldest sister, unaware of his troubles, scolded him a few times, saying that he had changed again after their master left. He claimed that he had seen some nice satin at a shop that morning and wanted to go back early to buy it for his eldest sister, so he went home. Feng Yaoxian stamped her foot, but there was nothing she could do.

The Eagle King's Mansion was divided into three parts: east, central, and west. The central courtyard was the residence of the master, mistress, and young lady, while the east courtyard was the residence of the young masters and ladies.

The fourth courtyard was the eldest young lady's residence.

Fang Fei walked over and gestured for silence to the maid guarding the gate. Knowing that the Fourth Young Master and the eldest young lady were on good terms, everyone let him in without announcing his arrival.

Fang Fei entered the inner hall and heard his sister's maid, Zijuan, saying, "Miss, please don't torture this eagle anymore; it's bad luck."

Fang Fei didn't speak but secretly peeked. He saw his sister half-lying on the bed, her delicate features even more beautiful than Feng Yaoxian's, but her face was sickly pale. It was clear she was seriously ill. There was a small table on the bed, and on the table was an eagle, but it was half-dead, its claws cut off. His sister was holding a small knife and was cutting open one of the eagle's claws to examine it.

"Oh?"

She was so focused on cutting the eagle's claw that it was unclear whether she heard him.

Zijuan hurriedly said, "Yes, the Eagle King considers himself an eagle all his life, and, moreover, the young masters and ladies' names are all related to eagles."

"Is that so?"

The older sister didn't look up, seemingly just casually adding another comment.

Zijuan said, "Yes, the eldest young master is the eagle's eyes and beak, so his name is Rui; the second young master is the eagle's claws, so his name is Li; the third young master is the eagle's wings, so his name is Yi; the eldest young lady, you are the eagle's feathers, so your name is Yu; the fourth young master... the fourth young master..."

The older sister laughed, "The fourth young master is the eagle's buttocks, so shouldn't his name be Pi?"

"Bullshit!"

Fang Fei protested, and the two women turned their heads at the same time, not surprised at all by his sudden appearance.

It turned out that they had already heard the footsteps and knew it was him.

Fang Yu looked at him, laughing so hard that her hand holding the knife was trembling, and said, "You actually announced your name as soon as you arrived, so you really changed your name to Fang Pi?"

Fang Fei said angrily, "Sister, you're talking bad about me behind my back again!"

Then he pounced on her and snatched the knife from her hand.

Fang Yu cried out, "Stop it, stop it! I still need to put those two claws back on! Don't move! It's pitiful without its feet!"

Fang Fei ignored her, put the table aside, and pressed down on it.

"Zijuan, come help!"

Fang Yu called out. But Zijuan made a face, grinned mischievously, and ran out.

The two siblings wrestled on the bed, rolling around, and in the end, Fang Yu gained the upper hand, pinning her brother beneath her. Fang Fei felt his sister's not-so-full breasts pressing against him, trembling with her heavy breathing. Her breath tickled his neck.

Fang Yu twisted his ear angrily, "I finally managed to gather some strength, and you've used it all up!"

Fang Fei said, "Sister, don't mess with that dead bird anymore. I have a question for you. Do you know how to castrate yourself?"

Fang Yu didn't understand, so he asked her what castration was, and she whispered it in his ear.

Fang Yu blushed and said, "Why are you asking this?"

"I have a friend I want to try!"

"Pah, you really make friends with all sorts of people. Go to my bookshelf and get the fifth book from the left in the third row, the sixth book in the second row, and the eleventh book from the right in the eighth row."

"I'm too tired,"

Fang Fei said. "Zijuan! Zijuan!"

"Don't call her. She won't come in unless you leave. You should go get them yourself."

Zijuan was in the outer hall, watering the herbs her master had planted. The Fang family mansion usually had three floors. The outer hall was the living room, the middle hall was where the maids usually stayed, and the inner hall was where the master lived. The doors to the inner and middle halls were usually left open so the master could call out.

But Zijuan deliberately hid in the outer hall. The Fang family mansions were well-built, and the soundproofing was excellent.

Even though they were only separated by the middle hall and the door was open, they could only hear some sounds when the two of them shouted, but they couldn't make out what it was.

Zijuan was Fang Yu's personal maid, always serving him closely. Originally, she sided with Fang Yu when the siblings were playing around. However, if she accidentally pushed Fang Fei and caused him to fall and hurt himself, Fang Yu would fly into a rage and berate her. She gradually learned to be more obedient; whenever she saw the two playing, she would immediately hide away, lest her master call her, leaving her in an awkward position of helping or not helping.

And since the siblings were together, they were almost always playing around. So, whenever she saw the Fourth Young Master arrive, she would hide in the outer hall. Anyway, with the Fourth Young Master there, he would naturally attend to the young lady. She would return to her room once the Fourth Young Master came out. Fang Yu, being a sensible man, never blamed her for not waiting nearby.

As the sun set, the Fourth Young Master finally emerged, looking preoccupied. Zijuan took the eagle from him; its leg had already been set by the eldest young lady.

Fang Fei walked north, returning to his room. Fang Fei's residence was in the fifth courtyard of the east wing, which was also the northeast corner of the entire mansion. The woman in red greeted Fang Fei upon seeing him. She was Fang Fei's personal maid, named Hong'er.

Hong'er greeted her master and then mentioned that Lin Yujiao was still unconscious, just like that morning—not breathing, but with a faint heartbeat. The eldest young lady had examined her, but couldn't find anything wrong. She asked if they should ask the second young lady's master to come and take a look.

Fang Fei was already annoyed and shook his head, indicating it wasn't necessary; he'd just bury her once she was completely dead. He then went inside.

It was a cloudy day, and not a single star could be seen at night. Fang Fei tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He got out of bed and went to the main hall, where Hong'er got up and asked if they should call someone from Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Fang Fei shook his head and asked quietly, "Hong'er, to be honest, I still don't know how old you are this year? How long have you been in the manor?"

Hong'er replied expressionlessly, "This servant is 36 years old this year. I've been in the manor for eighteen years."

Fang Fei nodded, then lowered his voice even further: "Hong'er, tell me, what is the purpose of life?"

Hong'er said, "To live, of course."

Fang Fei was stunned for a long time before finally saying, "You're right, I have to go out for a bit. Don't make a fuss."

Sitting in the carriage, Fang Fei thought to himself: Second Senior Sister, I'm sorry, I can't do what I promised you today. I must go to Master's room again to find the Blazing Sun Heart Sutra and personally confirm whether I can be saved. Otherwise, I won't be willing to castrate myself like this!
Chapter 3 Sleeping Beauty

Night, pitch black as ink.

Hong'er drove the carriage to the back gate of the Phoenix Prince's Mansion. Fang Fei told her that Master had summoned him and that she shouldn't wait any longer and should go back first. Then he jumped off the carriage and quietly entered through the hidden door. Hong'er looked at his back and smiled, a rare occurrence. Then she turned and left.

The Phoenix Prince's Mansion was Fang Fei's second home, even more familiar than his own. Fang Fei brought a lantern but dared not use it to light his way. Because his three senior sisters all lived here, and although their master was away, his eldest sister had a habit of practicing martial arts at night, he absolutely couldn't let her find out. Fortunately, he was already familiar with the mechanisms of the Phoenix Prince's mansion, so it didn't matter if he moved in the dark.

After reaching the island in the middle of the lake, he walked very slowly. By the time he finally reached the last wall of the tunnel, it was already past midnight.

He opened the mechanism on the wall, his heart pounding wildly. What if his master hadn't left? What if there was no cultivation technique here? What if he had the technique but still couldn't solve his problem and had to castrate himself?

The wall slowly fell down, and Fang Fei pinched himself hard, trying to rouse himself and tell himself not to think too much.

The boudoir he had seen that morning appeared before him again. Although Fang Fei knew his master wasn't home, and this place was so deep underground, it wouldn't matter if he sang loudly here. But he still couldn't help but hold his breath. This was his master's forbidden area. It was as if countless masters stood in the void, giving him immense pressure and making it hard for him to breathe.

He cautiously entered. There were three rooms: a main hall, a bedroom, and a study. He had been pondering the location of his master's secret techniques since he arrived that morning. Since his second senior sister had said there were no traps here, the answer was obvious. He entered the study. About a third of the books on the shelves were missing; it seemed his master had taken them that afternoon.

On the desk was a bowl-sized luminous pearl, emitting a soft glow. He dared not touch the pearl, instead adjusting the wick of his portable lantern and moving closer to the bookshelf. He didn't browse the books, but observed intently for a while before moving the third row of books on the shelf. Upon closer inspection, he found a hidden compartment. He thought to himself that his master, a master of traps, would at least have a hidden compartment for valuables, even if he thought no one could enter.

Opening the compartment, he found two books. Fang Fei didn't even look at them, setting them aside and then feeling around in the compartment again. Sure enough, there was another hidden compartment. Opening it again, he found two more identical books. Fang Fei chuckled inwardly; three strikes and it wouldn't happen again. Sure enough, there was a third hidden compartment, and he took out two more identical books.

He placed the last two books in front of the lantern. These two books were clearly made of special materials, impervious to water and fire. The first book had four ancient characters written on it, which Fang Fei thought should be the four characters of the Blazing Sun Heart Sutra. However, a vague sense of foreboding lingered in his heart.

Sure enough, when he opened it, his heart sank to the bottom.

He couldn't recognize a single word! Yes, he couldn't recognize a single word in the entire book! This book must be written in beastman language!

No! He could still recognize a few characters in beastman language, this book shouldn't be in beastman language, it should be written in the Phoenix language unique to the Phoenix Clan!

Heavens! Who could recognize such a book except his master! Fang Fei knelt on the ground, his heart filled with despair: I should just honestly castrate myself! He shouldn't have taken any chances.

Just as he was thinking of putting the book back, so that his master wouldn't find out, he casually picked it up, and the second book appeared. The few characters written on the cover were ones he recognized! This is the purest Elvish language: The Heart Sutra of Slave Taming!

Fang Fei couldn't help but open the book, and sure enough, the Elvish script he knew so well came into view: Foundation Building Chapter. Following that was an explanation of the specific techniques. And this script, translated into human language, was almost identical to the strange incantation his master had taught him! Fang Fei's heart pounded again. He leaned closer to the lantern and carefully read the book.

It turns out that the Yin and Yang energies of heaven and earth manifest as men and women, men as Yang, women as Yin. Yin and Yang give birth to each other, perpetuating endlessly.

But among the people of the world, there are those who are beautiful and those who are ugly, those who are intelligent and those who are foolish, some born with extraordinary talent, some born with intellectual disabilities. Although the differences between people are influenced by various acquired factors, the root cause lies in the difference in the amount of Yin and Yang energies. If a daughter is born with abundant Yin energy, she will be born with delicate skin and exceptional intelligence. She will also inevitably be naturally beautiful. If a person is born with insufficient Yin energy, they will be small and unattractive, and will inevitably grow up to be ugly. The same applies to Yang energy in boys.

Since these differences exist from birth, is there a way to compensate?

Of course, there is, and this is how the mental techniques of martial arts were born. Unlike magic that relies on external forces, martial arts emphasizes one's own strength.

Yin and Yang energies are collectively called True Essence. As early as ancient times, the demon race researched a method to gather True Essence in the Dantian (lower abdomen) and then refine and temper it to make it stronger—this is what is commonly known as internal energy cultivation. In this way, even if your innate True Essence is very weak, you can make it stronger. This refined True Essence becomes a usable force within your body, hence it is also called Internal Force.

This is a very good method, but unfortunately, once this method is widely adopted, those with sufficient innate True Essence become stronger much faster, while those with insufficient innate True Essence become stronger much slower.

For example, before the reform and opening up (before martial arts training), everyone lived a hard life. You ate coarse grains and wild vegetables, while others ate rice and wheat flour. After the reform and opening up, everyone became rich. You had rice and wheat flour to eat, but others lived in villas, drove sports cars, and even kept your first love.

So, those with high talent remained talented, and those with low talent remained talented. However, the emergence of martial arts also gave many people with insufficient true energy a glimmer of hope.

If you can't compete with others in terms of efficiency in cultivating your own true energy, can you just take it from them?

Many people thought this and started doing it. Unfortunately, the difference in true energy between people is huge. It can be said that no two leaves are the same, and no two people have the same true energy. And which type of true energy a person's body can combine with is already fixed before birth. Those explorers who absorbed the true energy of others all died. It's like a person with type A blood receiving a type B blood transfusion. You think they're the same blood, but you don't realize that people are different. After countless deaths, no one dared to do something so harmful and suicidal anymore.

Although direct blood transfusion was impossible, a martial arts technique developed: Yin-Yang replenishment, or vice versa. Of course, there were also two less common methods: Yang-Yang replenishment and Yin-Yang replenishment. The principle, simply put, is: directly transfusing your blood won't work, but if I drain your blood, make it into a dish of blood tofu, and eat it, I can still replenish what I eat. While this isn't a proper solution, it's better than nothing.

Due to the differences in true energy between individuals, martial arts were always a matter of individual cultivation until the great elven warrior, Bill Herrington, discovered the dual cultivation distribution rate. Simplified mathematically, if one person's energy level increases tenfold in ten years, reaching 100, while another person's increases ninefold in ten years, reaching 99, but if the two cultivate together, the increase becomes 19 times, meaning that after ten years, their energy levels will be equal!

Once this discovery was made public, it immediately sparked a dual cultivation craze in mainland China. Countless people began to try dual cultivation, and some even started 3P and 4P experiments before they had even mastered dual cultivation. However, they didn't know how terrible it was until they tried it!

It turns out that Bill Herrington's theorem is merely a theoretical value; the actual practice presents significant challenges. While dual cultivation doesn't require absorbing each other's true energy, it still necessitates the fusion of their true energy into one, forming a unified force, to achieve the desired effect. This is where male-male or female-female dual cultivation falters, as true energy follows the principle of "like repels like, opposites attract," rendering their efforts futile in failing to draw their true energy closer.

Male-female dual cultivation also faces difficulties. Fusing two inherently different true energies (yin and yang) together is extremely challenging. Reaching complete fusion for dual cultivation requires nearly half the energy to be lost!

However, if the future benefits are realized, the sacrifice is worthwhile. Unfortunately, once the true energy merges, if the two separate and either practices alone, subsequent dual cultivation requires another fusion of true energy!

This loss is something no one can afford to endure. It's important to understand that at the level of martial arts masters, they practice even while eating and sleeping. Even without conscious effort, their energy will automatically increase. This means that if a wife goes to wash the dishes, the couple would have to reunite their internal energy upon her return. How could someone practicing dual cultivation possibly withstand that?

While the fairytale of dual cultivation has been shattered, a little-known achievement has survived from this wave of dual cultivation: the successful fusion of two types of true energy, something no one had ever successfully researched before.

The genius who discovered this groundbreaking achievement was named Yin Tengcheng. He didn't practice dual cultivation; instead, he was engaging in triple cultivation with two girlfriends. During this triple cultivation, he had a sudden inspiration and found a method that could use his own yang energy to slowly merge two originally repelling yin energies into one.

But tragedy struck. He tried to send the newly synthesized yin energy into one of his girlfriends' bodies, but it reacted negatively, causing her to die instantly!

To prevent the newly synthesized yin energy from entering the other girlfriend's body, Yin Tengcheng actively absorbed it, resulting in his own death!

His girlfriend, however, survived. She was a beautiful elf who couldn't bear to see the method her boyfriend had sacrificed his life for lost, so she conducted careful research. She discovered that the yin energy synthesized using this method had nothing to do with the original two types of yin energy combined, but only with the yang energy that facilitated their fusion! In other words, if the same man used this method to synthesize yin energy, regardless of whose yin energy he used, the synthesized yin energy would always be the same type corresponding to his own yang energy.

She was utterly devastated, because no two leaves are the same, meaning the synthesized yin energy would never find a suitable match. She recorded this discovery in the elven annals, which were then buried among countless books in the elven holy city. Until another genius appeared.

Yuan Tang Farrell, who was originally researching dual cultivation, found this method of combining two types of yin energy in the vast sea of books. He had a sudden inspiration: if a person possessed both corresponding true essences within their body, then he could use this method to continuously absorb and transform the true essence of others! Such a person could continuously absorb the true essence of others to strengthen himself, ultimately becoming invincible!

Men are Yang, women are Yin; humans are originally formed from one Qi, so how could there be two kinds of true essence within the body? But this is just the thinking of ordinary people; Yuan Tang Farrell didn't believe it. Even if this person didn't exist in the world, he could create one!

Thus, he began his inhumane experiments. The elves, disgusted by his actions, banished him from their kingdom, but he remained unrepentant, escaping to the barbarian lands to continue his wicked experiments. After countless infants died in the womb, John Farrell was born. Yuan Tang Farrell always claimed John was his biological son, but no one believed it to be true.

John Farrell later became the King of Beasts, clearly failing to reach the heights his father had hoped for, and ultimately dying at the hands of a woman. His unique cultivation method naturally fell into the hands of Feng Shitong.

Fang Fei, of course, was unaware of this convoluted history; all he knew was that before him was a book that could save his life.

Like John Farrell, Fang Fei was born with both Yin and Yang True Qi. But how could Yin and Yang Qi coexist peacefully? Normally, such a person would die in the womb. Although he was premature, he was miraculously born.

However, even if such a person could be born, they could not survive. Because the Yin and Yang Qi within his body were constantly fighting, the flow of Qi in his meridians was severely damaged, and it would not be long before his meridians were blocked, and he would die.

Fortunately, his father was Fang Yuanying, and fortunately, his master was Feng Shitong. So he held on until he was eight years old.

But that year, even Feng Shitong could not save him. His master, who had long noticed that his body was different from ordinary people, couldn't bear it and taught him the method of Yin and Yang Harmony.

It turned out that Yuantang Farrell had been too optimistic back then. John's internal condition, like Fang Fei's, had repeatedly exceeded his expectations. Fortunately, he was learned in the ways of heaven and earth and was always able to save his son's life.

Firstly, those with two types of true essence within their bodies, while able to absorb true essence using methods like Yin Tengcheng's, are still inferior to ordinary people. Their yin and yang energies are inherently balanced; any increase in either will cause the balance to collapse, leading to immediate death. Yuan Tang, after exhausting his efforts, finally developed a method for simultaneously absorbing both energies—the Yin-Yang Simultaneous Absorption Method in the Foundation Building Chapter of the *Yu Nu Xin Jing* (Master of the Slave's Heart Sutra).

For the past five years, Fang Fei has relied on this method to simultaneously absorb the fiery yang true essence and the yin energy of women, maintaining the balance of the two energies within his body. Of course, the original technique requires simultaneously absorbing the yang essence of virgins and the yin essence of virgins; Fang Fei practiced this technique to neutralize the residual fiery yang true essence from his master, so the virgin yang essence is unnecessary.

Logically speaking, Fang Fei's true essence far surpasses that of ordinary people. Unfortunately, the two energies only fight internally, never contributing a single ounce of strength to their master. And as both true essences strengthen, the struggle intensifies, causing the meridians within his body to close even faster. Therefore, his strength was far inferior to that of an ordinary person.

Secondly, what frustrated Gendo most was that Yin Tengcheng's method of absorbing and transforming the true essence of others had a limit!

Once the body absorbed more true essence than this limit, it could no longer absorb true essence using this method, and the true essence within the body would solidify at the point of the battle. This not only shattered his dream of making John invincible but also left John on the verge of death. Because the solidification of the two energies was the moment when the long-standing battle would be decided, and whichever side won would lose their master's life.

Gendo Farrell, truly a remarkable person, devised two methods to save his son's life.

These two methods were recorded in the *Manipulating Slaves Heart Sutra*: First, if the point where the two energies converged was not a vital point on the body, one could quickly sever the two energies when they solidified. If done correctly, this would cause the person to lose all their true essence. After infancy, the true energy has little effect on the body, so this person will be worry-free in the future. However, if he still wants to learn martial arts, he can only practice external skills for the rest of his life; internal skills are out of the question.

Fang Fei's two energies happened to be concentrated in his scrotum, which is why Feng Shitong told him

to castrate himself—she chose this method for him. Secondly, since the yin and yang energies in his body are going to fight, let them decide! Although this process is extremely dangerous, there is always a way to avoid harm—that is—Fang Fei's hand holding the "Controlling Slave Heart Sutra" was trembling. He was about to concentrate on how to do the second method when he turned to the next page, only to find it blank. He quickly flipped through the pages again, only to find that the following pages were all blank, without a single word. He couldn't find a single character.

He thought he had grasped a lifeline, but it had snapped. Fang Fei's heart sank again. He stroked the pages, unable to calm down for a long time. The pages were smooth and soft, like a woman's skin.

In his daze, Fang Fei actually used the Myriad Mysteries of Desire. This is one of the techniques in the Foundation Building Chapter of the Mind Control Heart Sutra.

His master had also taught him this technique. This method uses his unique Yin-Yang and Yang-Yin-Yang true essence to arouse boundless desire in women and guide their internal energy to a specific point. For many years, Fang Fei had used this method to help him gather Yin energy, and countless women had been tamed by this technique, even the Queen Mengjiao of the Great Xia Kingdom. Using this method had long become a habit for him, so he used it unintentionally. A miracle occurred; the

previously blank book suddenly appeared with densely packed text. Fang Fei quickly removed his hand, and after a while, the text disappeared. Fang Fei was overjoyed and used the Myriad Mysteries of Desire again, and the text reappeared. It turned out

that after John Farrell finished writing the Foundation Establishment chapter, fearing that this book, which recorded his and his father's life's work, would be lost, he encrypted the later parts with magic. He also anticipated that there would be no one else in the world with two kinds of true essence, so he left the earlier parts unencrypted, thinking that if someone saw the book in the future, they would know his hardships.

Although Feng Shitong was a learned scholar, she couldn't master this wondrous method of seducing desires. Despite trying countless methods to decipher it, she still couldn't understand the contents of the book. Fang Fei, however, stumbled upon the solution.

Fang Fei focused intently on the emerging text, but then frowned.

If the battle between Yin and Yang energies didn't occur within his own body, but within someone else's, then he wouldn't be the one to die.

Fang Fei would never hesitate to find someone to die in his place. Unfortunately, the requirements for this substitute were too high. The Yin and Yang energies at their limit were incredibly powerful. If such true energy invaded an ordinary person's body, that person would definitely not be able to withstand it and would die instantly.

And once the substitute died, the two energies would inevitably return to the substitute, and then he would die again.

A person whose body could withstand the battle between the two energies before dying was definitely a powerful figure in the world. Which such a powerful figure in the world would be willing to die for you without knowing why? Even his father wouldn't be willing.

This method was essentially no method at all. But having come this far, Fang Fei was unwilling to give up. Clinging to a sliver of hope, he carefully read through the entire *Manipulating Slaves Heart Sutra*, still unwilling to give up. The *Manipulating Slaves

Heart Sutra* was incredibly profound. When he was halfway through, the oil in the lantern ran out, so he turned to the luminous pearl to read. Before he knew it, it was noon the next day, but he remained completely oblivious. It wasn't until the excruciating pain in his scrotum, the condensation of his true essence, and the approach of forming his core, that he suddenly realized: I… I must castrate myself! He

had no knife with him, only his usual long whip and the Flying Spirit Whip given to him by his master. Fang Fei panicked. He tried to run outside but fell to the ground; the pain in his testicles was so intense he couldn't straighten up.

This is no good! Fang Fei thought, I don't have time to get out; I'll find a knife in my master's room and castrate myself! He carried the luminous pearl and the "Master of Slaves' Heart Sutra," circled the study, and finding no weapon, turned to another room. The luminous pearl emitted a soft light, illuminating the entire room.

This was his master's bedroom, with its red curtains and brocade quilts, exuding elegance and luxury. Fang Fei didn't have time to examine it closely; his attention was immediately drawn to a box in the corner.

If his master had any weapons, they would surely be in this box. Fang Fei was overjoyed. The two types of true energy were currently giving him a terrible headache, and he immediately scrambled to the box.

Beside the box was an hourglass, running a timer. The hourglass was full of sand, with only about one-thirtieth of it leaking out.

The hourglass seemed to be connected to the box by a mechanism. Fang Fei approached the box, thinking it was a mechanism, but thankfully not complicated. Eager to find a weapon, he didn't have time to think and casually opened the mechanism.

The box opened silently, and Fang Fei looked through the opening, seeing, by the light of the luminous pearl, a pair of exquisitely beautiful legs. Although Fang Fei was young, he had already seen countless women's bodies. But none of his legs could compare to these.

For the past two years, he had often admired Wang Mengjiao's plump and slender legs, always thinking that such legs were the epitome of beauty. But today he realized how terribly wrong he was.

If the legs were so beautiful, then what about the person? As Fang Fei was thinking this, the box unfolded and transformed into a chair.

On the chair, a completely naked woman slept sweetly. In that instant, the brilliance of the luminous pearl seemed to be completely stolen by her!

Impossible! How could a person be so beautiful! Fang Fei's eyes widened as he stared intently at the woman, his soul instantly captivated.

He wasn't some country bumpkin who had never seen women; in fact, Fang Fei had seen countless beauties. Ordinary beauties aside, he had seen several stunningly beautiful women. Master Feng Shitong always wore a veil, and Fang Fei had never dared to look her in the eye, so he had never seen her. However, his younger sister Yun'er's mother, his father's principal wife, Princess Li Xiuxin of the Tang Kingdom, was a renowned beauty throughout the country. She was only twenty-five years old, the prime of a woman's beauty. Fang Fei had to pay his respects to her every day.

And the most talked-about of the five little beauties of the capital recently, ranked first was his eldest sister Feng Yaoxian, with whom he spent every day.

The other of the five beauties—Wang Mengjiao—needless to say, had been "trained" by him every night, even having all her pubic hair plucked out.

These three women could all be described as possessing unparalleled beauty; for an ordinary person, seeing even one of them would be a lifelong source of pride. Fang Fei, however, could spend all his time with them.

But if Fang Fei were to make a mental selection, choosing the three most beautiful women in the world, he certainly wouldn't choose any of the three mentioned above. He felt his sister was far more beautiful than the five little beauties. It was just a pity she lay in bed all day, unrecognized by anyone.

And this woman before him was even more beautiful than his sister! Such a perfect body was a masterpiece that even the heavens could not replicate!

Fang Fei unconsciously swallowed, gazing at the jade-like body before him—such a perfect body, in this world, could only be compared to one person at most—another familiar face involuntarily surfaced in Fang Fei's mind: Ai Nu!

In this world, there was actually someone as beautiful as Ai Nu! He wondered if Ai Nu would be as beautiful as her if she took off her clothes?

Beauty is like wine, intoxicating. Unfortunately, the intense pain in his groin brought him back to his senses. He shook his head, silently repenting: Forgive me, forgive me, how could I have thought about what Ai Nu would look like naked? Even if she were more beautiful, Ai Nu would still be more beautiful than her.

Fang Fei, though young, was quite sensible. In his heart, there were several things he valued most: his favorite person was his sister, his least favorite person was his wife, his most feared person was his master, and his most respected person was Ai Nu.

He did not want to compare anyone to Ai Nu; Ai Nu was sacred in his heart and could not be desecrated in the slightest. Having seen two beauties whose very essence seemed to embody the spirit of heaven and earth, how could one not compare them?

Other things were difficult to compare, but her breasts were enormous, holding an unknown amount of milk. Ai Nu probably couldn't compare. Although Ai Nu's breasts were the most beautiful in the world, they were still rather small. If only I could suckle those breasts… Fang Fei's eyes were glued to the beauty's body, and his mind began to wander again. Suddenly, he noticed something unusual about the beauty's breasts. Were they bound?

Fang Fei moved the luminous pearl closer and examined them carefully: indeed, the beauty was densely bound with transparent ropes. Under the soft light of the luminous pearl, he hadn't noticed it at first, thinking she was simply sitting naked in a chair.

Fang Fei touched the ropes; they seemed to be made of the same material as his Soaring Spirit Whip!

It turned out that the Roc had two wings, and naturally, two wing tendons. One was made into the Soaring Spirit Whip, and the other was this Soaring Spirit Rope. This was also a sacred artifact of the spirits, but it was stolen by Fang Yuanying twenty years ago when the capital was breached.

It was the same tattered rope that Feng Shitong had mentioned when she gave Fang Feixiang the Spirit Whip.

Why would Master tie such a beauty up here? Fang Fei wondered to himself. Could it be that she was Master's enemy, unable to defeat him, and thus captured? If she was Master's enemy, then she must be incredibly skilled in martial arts! Thinking this, he quickly reached for the woman's dantian. Sure enough, her inner strength was unexpectedly profound, so much so that he couldn't even gauge its depth!

Fang Fei was overjoyed, thinking that if he could use this woman as his scapegoat, he wouldn't have to castrate himself!

But his joy was short-lived; his testicles started throbbing again. He endured the pain and secretly observed the woman's condition. Her eyes were closed, her body slumped on the large chair, radiating a captivating blush. Fang Fei felt the woman looked increasingly familiar, then suddenly remembered that Wang Mengjiao had looked exactly like this yesterday!

A fake death! Yes, it must be a fake death! Yesterday morning, Hong'er waited until dawn, but Wang Mengjiao didn't come out. When she went in, she found her hanging. She wasn't breathing, but there was a faint heartbeat. Fang Fei didn't understand the reason yesterday, but having just read the *Yu Nu Xin Jing* (The Heart Sutra of Controlling Slaves), he immediately understood.

It turned out that the *Yu Nu Xin Jing*'s "Myriad Mysteries of Desire" technique was extremely malevolent. It could unleash all the latent desires within a person, its effects comparable to the most potent aphrodisiac in the world. And even more malevolent than this were the aftereffects of this technique.

Those who have undergone this practice will have their lust uncontrollably aroused. The more times this method is applied, the more difficult it becomes to control their desires. Over time, even the purest maiden will turn into a wanton harlot.

Moreover, if this practice is applied daily and then suddenly stopped, it's manageable for a short time, with only minor side effects besides the person becoming promiscuous. However, if this practice is applied for a long time, the evil energy of "Myriad Desires" will permeate your meridians, and you will be unable to escape it for life. In the "Slave Control Sutra," such people are called "First Slaves."

The desires within a First Slave will continuously increase over time. There is no way to release their desires except by being subjected to the evil techniques of the "Slave Control Sutra" again. Unable to release their desires, they will eventually die from burning lust.

However, although First Slaves cannot release their desires, they can alleviate this through feigning death. When a person reaches the brink of death, the malevolent energy of the Myriad Desires will surprisingly protect its master, allowing them to survive. However, this energy will also suppress the last vestiges of life force, creating a state of suspended animation. Once the malevolent energy is exhausted, the remaining life force within the master will once again contend with the external environment for survival. If the master survives, the malevolent energy will recover along with their life force, though not as strongly as before. Nevertheless, it will continue to grow stronger within the master until they experience another period of suspended animation, or ultimately succumb to the burning desire.

Fang Fei, having determined that the stunning beauty was faking her death, felt relieved. He knew nothing of the Myriad Beasts' Lustful Emperor, only assuming that the Slave Control Sutra was a technique his master practiced. Seeing the beauty's suspended animation further convinced him that she was his master's enemy.

If she weren't his master's enemy, why would his master torture her in this way? Perhaps his master kidnapped her to help him practice, but he had been unworthy, and in a fit of anger, his master forced him to castrate himself.

Fang Fei thought about it more and more and found it to be true. He hurriedly studied the method of transferring the Yin and Yang energies of his body into another person's body as a substitute for death.

True essence is the Qi within the human body, and it can only circulate within the body. To transfer the Yin and Yang energies of the body to another person's body, it is necessary to be in contact with that person's body. The most basic method of this physical contact is skin-to-skin contact. The larger the skin contact area, the easier it is for the Yin and Yang energies to be transferred between the two people.

Unfortunately, the outermost part of the human body is the skin, and the main function of the skin is to prevent the leakage of various energies from the body, which is a strong line of defense for survival. Even with special methods, the efficiency of transferring Yin and Yang energies through the skin is still very low.

So how can the efficiency be increased? Transferring true essence through places without skin would be dozens of times more efficient.

However, the skin cannot be forcibly torn open. Once the skin is damaged, the true essence under the damaged area will collapse, and the true essence in the body will no longer be able to reach the wound. This is a human instinct to protect the body's true essence from leakage. And there are only a few places on the human body that naturally do not have skin: inside the mouth, inside the anus, and the glans penis of men and the genitals of women.

Among these, the most special are the male penis and the female vulva. Sexual intercourse is the act of a man transferring his essence into a woman's body, and a woman releasing her essence in return during orgasm. These two organs are the most natural energy exchange organs between humans.

Therefore, the best way to release the yin and yang energies within the body is through sexual intercourse.

Fang Fei gently kissed the beautiful woman's face, thinking to himself, "Sorry, I'm going to fuck you now." He then untied the ropes binding the woman. With the ropes removed, the woman's perfect body stretched out, covered only by a chastity belt.

Women subjected to the "Myriad Desire-Seizing Technique" often experience unbearable itching in their vaginas, many scratching themselves raw to the point of abrasion. To protect them, wearing a chastity belt is essential.

Fang Fei placed his hands on her chastity belt, examining it closely. He found it exquisitely crafted; the front was a mesh of fine threads, protecting the tightly closed vulva, allowing only urine and menstrual blood to drain. The back was a thin thread that went around the anus, not hindering defecation. The mechanism to unlock the chastity belt was located inside the anus, just above the woman's chrysanthemum, a place she could never see. Of course, even if she could see it, she couldn't do anything about it; unlocking this complex mechanism required the Myriad Mysteries of Desire Technique.

This was one of the seven prized chastity belts made by the Lustful Emperor, as described in the appendix to the "Slave Control Manual"—the "Lustful Instruments" section. Fang Fei turned the stunning beauty over, pressing his face against her plump, white buttocks. Following the instructions in the manual, he used the Myriad Mysteries of Desire Technique to unlock the chastity belt.

The woman was still sleeping sweetly, like Sleeping Beauty from an ancient fairy tale, as beautiful as a flower. She was unaware that the last thing covering her body had been removed, nor that she was about to be awakened by the "prince."

Fang Fei lifted the woman's legs along her sides, one on each side. Holding her beautiful legs, he realized how soft her body was, even more so than Wang Mengjiao's. She was practically a rubber doll, easily folded into various shapes.

Her hair was red, just like his master's. He wondered if his master's hair was this good. Unfortunately, he never dared to look up and admire his master, nor could he compare himself to her. Fang Fei thought to himself as he bound the beauty again. Binding people was a habit he'd had for many years. His body was very weak, and before absorbing the women's yin energy, he always bound them tightly to prevent resistance. Another habit was blindfolding the women. Only Feng Shitong, Fang Yuanying, and Hong'er knew that the fourth young master of the Fang family possessed this evil art. This was definitely not a good thing, so under no circumstances could anyone see his face.

Fang Fei untied his belt and blindfolded the beauty. He also thought that if the beauty woke up and cried out, it would surely disturb the tranquility of his master's boudoir. He had originally planned to gag her with a sock. But seeing her cherry-like lips, any man would want to kiss them. He couldn't resist throwing down the sock and kissing her fragrant lips passionately until his groin ached unbearably again, forcing him to stop. By then, he had no idea where he'd thrown the sock, so he took off his clothes one by one, until he reached his underwear. He steeled himself, pulled off his underwear, and used it to gag the beauty's mouth.

Fang Fei turned his head, looking at his master's large bed, thinking that this was his first time with a woman, and he should take her to the bed and do it slowly. But if his master found out he had climbed into her bed, he would be in big trouble. Or should he do it on this chair? But this chair was a trap; if he wasn't careful, he might drop her on the floor. After hesitating for a long time, he finally couldn't resist the temptation of the large bed, thinking that he would clean up properly afterwards so that his master wouldn't find out.

He picked up the tightly bound beauty, stumbled, and lifted the red curtain of his master's bed, placing her on the bed.

His master's bed was huge, and the soft bedding was the same color as her bright red clothes. Fang Fei saw that his master's clothes were scattered messily on the bed, so he quickly and respectfully folded them and carefully put them away. These were the clothes his master had worn yesterday, including a pair of pure white panties that he couldn't see. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself; his master's underwear looked like something a little girl would wear. He remembered where his master had thrown each piece of clothing, thinking to himself that he should put them back in their original places before he left.

After placing his master's clothes, he dragged the beautiful woman to the center of the large bed and laid her face up. Her hands and feet were bound above her head by Fang Fei, her high, rounded mons pubis exposed without any covering, its thick pubic hair a fiery red, echoing the brocade quilt of his master. Combined with her rosy skin, no one could resist such temptation.

However, Fang Fei's penis wouldn't get hard. Firstly, he was still young, and secondly, the struggle between his internal energies for years wouldn't allow him to engage in such a depletion of vital energy. Therefore, his penis had never been erect since birth,

always small and retracted between his legs, almost invisible.

On the other hand, his scrotum was unusually large, and his testicles were far larger than normal, about the size of eggs. For a normal man, his testicles are his most vulnerable spot, but Fang Fei's were as hard as steel.

It turns out that the true energy in the human body is distributed throughout the body, playing a beneficial role in growth and development. Especially in the womb and infancy stages, it often has a decisive impact. Those with abundant innate true energy are intelligent and handsome, while those lacking it are foolish and ugly. Martial artists, however, gather their true energy in their dantian after birth, so it has no effect.

Although Fang Fei's innate true energy far surpasses that of ordinary people, due to the struggle between the two energies, it remains concentrated at the point of contention. This point of contention is his scrotum, the place where his innate true energy gathers, naturally developing far beyond that of ordinary people. Therefore, his testicles are as strong as steel. Areas closer to the point of concentration also develop better than other parts. He is constantly enduring the effects of this struggle, so it's not yet apparent, but in reality, his waist and hip strength are incomparable to ordinary people. Therefore, despite constantly enduring the suffering of this struggle, he can still walk normally.

However, areas of his body farther from the point of true energy concentration, such as his hands and feet, are not as developed as ordinary people. Fang Fei's wrists are weak, and he often drops his weapons. This is due to the constant struggle of true energy within his body, but his innate underdevelopment also plays a role.

Fang Fei checked again to make sure her hands and feet were securely bound and her eyes and mouth were plugged, then prepared to awaken her from her suspended animation.

In a state of suspended animation, most of the meridians have ceased functioning. To allow the two energies to flow smoothly into her body, she must be awakened.

To awaken someone in suspended animation, one must first learn puppetry. Puppetry is a technique for manipulating another's body; at its peak, one can control another's body as easily as controlling one's own, or even more easily.

For most people, learning this would be extremely difficult, but the "Slave Control Manual" was originally designed for those with two types of true energy, and Fang Fei had practiced the "Myriad Mysteries of Desire" for many years, which shared many similarities with puppetry. Therefore, he quickly understood the basic method.

Awakening her only required a beginner level of puppetry. Fang Fei used the Myriad Desires Technique to disrupt the evil energy suppressing her life force, allowing it to surge within her body. Simultaneously, he manipulated her flesh using basic puppetry techniques, stirring up the remaining life force within her and bringing her back to life.

Feng Shitong gradually awoke from her unconsciousness, feeling a burning desire coursing through her body, more intense than ever before.

Chapter 4: Mistakenly Raping Her Mentor, Success in Lustful Arts, Mentor's Death .

What should childhood be like?

Innocent, carefree, and colorful?

Perhaps, but Feng Shitong's childhood held no pleasant memories.

136 years ago, in the Bitong Forest of the Southern Barbarians, she cried out, announcing her birth to her people and marking the beginning of her arduous life.

"For thousands of years, our clan has never produced such pure phoenix blood. This child is the hope of our Phoenix Clan; we must not let that person know,"

the Phoenix Clan Chief told the elders.

That person was the King of Lust. The Phoenix Clan, long since fallen, like other beast clans of the Southern Barbarians, submitted to the arrogant John Farrell. Farrell, in turn, frequently selected promising talents from various clans, training them as his loyal slaves.

In Feng Shitong's memory, her childhood was filled with constant urging from her elders to practice martial arts and hide. And she never disappointed them; her progress in the Blazing Sun Technique was phenomenal.

Unfortunately, despite her caution, she was still discovered by the King of Beasts.

In Beast King City, the Phoenix Clan Chief was killed in a single blow. John Farrell, looking at his shattered skull, murmured, "I hid such a good child, yet I let you die so quickly. Alas, I've become increasingly merciful lately. Is it just old age?"

Although Feng Shitong had heard countless descriptions of the King of Beasts, this was the first time she had seen him.

This man was indeed a great demon! Feng Shitong's eyes were bloodshot as she lunged forward with her knife, but John Farrell grabbed her like a chick, laughing, "Not bad for a young girl! Would you like to be my slave?"

The only response was the girl's sobbing curses.

"You'll agree sooner or later, and you'll kneel down and beg me,"

John Farrell said confidently, stroking her face.

Feng Shitong felt a strange sensation spread throughout her body; at that time, she didn't know this technique was called "Myriad Desires."

Then came being trapped in John Farrell's slave garden, tortured, remaining steadfast, and secretly practicing the technique.

Day after day, the cycle repeated.

John Farrell never used force; he firmly believed that no one could resist the power of the "Myriad Desires" technique. In less than a year, that evil energy had permeated Feng Shitong's delicate body, and even without anyone applying the technique, it would strengthen on its own every day. Countless virtuous women succumbed to this torment, turning into madwomen who only knew how to be fucked. So he patiently waited for Feng Shitong to beg for sex. The longer Feng Shitong could hold out, the more he wanted to see how long she could last. He wouldn't stop Feng Shitong from practicing her skills; he would even give her pointers. Because he felt it was a good thing for his future female slave to become stronger.

To John Farrell's surprise, seventy years later, Feng Shitong still hadn't given in, and instead, she held a knife to his neck. But John Farrell still smiled brightly: "I actually admire you a little. Why are you doing this? Only I can control the desires within you. If you kill me, you'll be like a bitch for the rest of your life, craving to be fucked, but no one can satisfy you. You'll only become more and more lewd, even worse than a bitch. Why endure so much suffering? Obediently put down the knife, spread your legs, and let me fuck you once..."

John Farrell's words were cut off by Feng Shitong.

John Farrell was dead, but Feng Shitong's suffering was far from over. Desire burned her day and night, even the smell of a man drove her mad.

But how could the proud her succumb to desire? This was a battle with herself, and she never gave up in her life.

Feng Shitong constantly fought against the desires ignited by that evil energy, sex... As a result, she became increasingly eccentric. She consistently rejected the desire in her heart to be fucked by men, to the point that any man who came within three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of her would be instantly killed.

When Feng Shitong's lust was aroused, although she maintained a clear mind with tenacious willpower, there were occasional moments when she would slacken

her guard. Of course, she could always control these moments within her own limits. It was during this moment of slackening that she agreed to take Fang Fei as her disciple.

At that time, Fang Fei was just an infant. Seeing an infant with dual true energy that was perfect for practicing the Subjugation Heart Sutra, Feng Shitong couldn't help but be tempted. Coupled with Fang Yuanying's pleading and the surging lust within her, she actually agreed. After agreeing, she kept blaming herself in her heart, "Why did I take a male disciple? Am I supposed to raise him up and let him fuck me?" But she would never go back on her promise, and Fang Fei became her disciple and his life was saved.

Later, when Feng Shitong experienced another surge of lust, she impulsively taught Fang Fei the "Myriad Desire-Seizing Technique," hoping it would help alleviate her desires. Of course, after teaching him, she secretly berated herself: "If I let him touch me, wouldn't the next step be him fucking me? How could I do such a thing!"

For over ten years, Feng Shitong knew her condition was deteriorating and became increasingly careful to avoid contact with any men. Because contact with any man would only intensify her desires. But who knew that Fang Fei, as he grew older, would become the only man Feng Shitong had contact with in the past ten years? Moreover, the two often met.

This caused Feng Shitong great suffering. Influenced by her lust, she frequently dreamed of men sexually assaulting her. From the time Fang Fei was an infant, Feng Shitong dreamed of being fucked by him. As time passed and their contact increased, Fang Fei appeared in her dreams more and more often. In her recent dreams, the one fucking her was always Fang Fei, never anyone else. Even John Farrell, whom she used to dream of most often, had stopped appearing.

The wicked, all-consuming lust within her was constantly intensifying, her desire burning ever brighter. She was certain that she would eventually be consumed by this burning desire. Back in John Farrell's slave plantation, she had heard of a method called feigning death, which could alleviate this lust. However, she didn't know the specifics, and it wasn't written in the *Master of Slaves' Heart Sutra*. Over the years, she had pondered this endlessly, and her estimation of the principle was nearly accurate.

But putting her idea into practice required immense resolve. If feigning death failed, it would be real death. She had long ago crafted a mechanism to strangle herself and then seal herself, but only yesterday had she finally decided to use it. She told her disciples she had urgent business to attend to, but in reality, she had run back to her boudoir to test the feigned death method. Distributing weapons and secret techniques to her disciples was a way of saying she feared she would never see them again if she truly died; it was a way of settling her affairs.

However, she was always eccentric, and her disciples could hardly fathom her thoughts.

Fang Fei even secretly entered her boudoir, not only reading the "Slave Control Manual," but also blindfolding and gagging her while she was feigning death, binding her hands and feet, and placing her on the large bed.

Dazedly awakened from her feigned death by Fang Fei, Feng Shitong's mind was already consumed by the lust aroused by the "Myriad Desires." "

How uncomfortable!" Feng Shitong thought, "Huh... someone's touching me... looks like... I'm having another erotic dream... um... this time... I'm completely bound... my eyes and mouth are gagged... so the person touching me... could it be that little bastard... it must be him... I haven't dreamed of anyone else in a long time... um... my breasts feel so good being sucked... harder..."

Fang Fei greedily sucked on Feng Shitong's proud, large breasts, thinking resentfully, "Such big breasts, how could there be no milk inside?" Fang Fei buried his head and sucked hard, the nipples hard and erect in his mouth, feeling incredibly comfortable.

He made a smacking sound, but couldn't suck anything out.

His left hand teased Feng Shitong's other proudly erect nipple, while his right hand slid down her thigh, heading straight for her vulva.

Where he touched, her tender vulva was incredibly slippery, already soaked.

In her ecstasy, Feng Shitong suddenly felt her vulva being touched as well, and an indescribable pleasure instantly spread through her body and mind. She thought she was having an unprecedentedly pleasurable dream. It turned out that since she was a child, her vulva had been locked by a chastity belt. When John Farrell touched her, he never touched her vulva. Having her vulva touched was a privilege reserved for female slaves; she was only subjected to breast rubbing and leg touching, forever left in a state of limbo, extremely uncomfortable. Yet, she had endured it. Her vulva,

never touched before, was being touched for the first time in her life at this moment of burning desire, and the pleasure was indescribable. Even though she had erotic dreams every day, she had never experienced such a pleasurable feeling! If Fang Fei hadn't deliberately suppressed her with the Myriad Desires Technique, she probably would have climaxed immediately. At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: touch my little hole again, just one more time! Unfortunately, her mouth was already sealed shut,

and she could only make muffled sounds from her throat. Fang Fei touched something sticky and slippery, realizing something was wrong. He quickly got up, grabbed the night-shining pearl, and saw that her secret place between her legs was a mess, with her juices flowing out like a spring, soaking a large patch of the bedding. "

What a slut!" Fang Fei thought hatefully. He had intended to use his clothes to pad the bed so as not to soil his master's. But before he could even do it, he couldn't resist sucking on those tempting breasts, and he hadn't expected that just one suck would make her so wet. So much water had flowed, and his master's bedding was completely stained! If his master found out, he would kill him.

Fang Fei was indignant. Since this lewd woman had soiled his master's bedding, he would teach her a lesson with the whip his master had given him. He gripped most of the Xiangling Whip and began to lash the woman.

Feng Shitong felt the person pressing down on her suddenly leave, her heart tightening. Just as she was feeling lost and disoriented, the whip began to crackle and lash again.

Fang Fei was unaware that when he wielded the whip, he unconsciously used the Ten Thousand Subtle Desire Technique. People like Wang Mengjiao, who had been disciplined for a while, would crave this kind of whipping. Moreover, the Xiangling Whip was a highly spiritual object, capable of transmitting true energy like meridians in the body. Therefore, Feng Shitong didn't feel pain, but rather a different kind of pleasure.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!" The whip lashed down. Having been disciplined for many years, Feng Shitong's body was extremely sensitive to this. The whip, which she hadn't seen for so many years, finally returned to her body, as if she were in heaven. Her bound body trembled beautifully with the rhythm of the whip. Ah… I even dreamt about… that little bastard hitting me… Ah… my thighs… so comfortable… Ah… my face… Ah… my lower abdomen… Ah… my nipples… so beautiful…

“Ugh… Ugh… Ugh…”

Feng Shitong could only make these sounds with her mouth gagged. How could Fang Fei know what she was thinking? He thought she was in pain and couldn’t even scream.

Fang Fei started whipping her from her face, then her feet, neck, calves, breasts, all the way down to her vulva, then back up, from her thighs, lower abdomen, and back to her face. Finally, he had to stop because of the pain in his groin.

Fang Fei threw down the whip and reached out to touch Feng Shitong’s vulva, only to find that she was even wetter. Fang Fei was furious, so he lifted her buttocks and slapped her hard a few more times. “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” Feng Shitong’s plump buttocks, after being slapped a few times, became even redder and more attractive.

Fang Fei said angrily, “Master’s quilt is ruined. I must get her a new one.” But since this slut is so wet, it's time to get down to business. Fang Fei knelt before Feng Shitong, his knees resting on her buttocks. His little penis was only centimeters away from her secret orifice. Then he began to circulate his energy according to the incantation from the "Slave Control Manual."

Fang Fei had performed the kowtow to his master countless times in his life, but he probably never imagined kneeling so close to his master, close enough to count her pubic hairs, to see the tender flesh of her vulva pulsating, and to see her vaginal fluid flowing over her anus and wetting the bedding.

Feng Shitong's legs were bound along her sides, her thighs spread so wide that her secret orifice was completely exposed.

But even though her legs were spread so wide and a large puddle of vaginal fluid had flowed out, her vulva was tightly closed, her tender red clitoris not revealing a single gap.

Fang Fei gathered his energy and gently parted Feng Shitong's labia with one hand. He inserted his finger and discovered that there was actually a hymen inside this tight, wet vulva. So wanton, yet still a virgin, what a wonder!

Feng Shitong suddenly felt her private parts being violated, and in an instant, she returned to paradise. She wanted to scream, but only whimpers came out. She could only repeat in her heart a thousand times: "Little bastard...put it in... little bastard...put it in..."

For Fang Fei to make his penis erect, he had to first disrupt the balance of the two energies within his body. Only in this way would the loser want to escape, and the penis would be the best channel for the true energy to escape. With a little guidance, the true energy could flow out along the point of their union. However, the true energy within the body could not be too unbalanced, otherwise the two energies would directly determine the winner, and he would lose his life.

Although Fang Fei was practicing the method of cultivation as explained in the "Mastering Slave Heart Sutra," he was currently at the moment when the two energies were solidifying, which was still extremely dangerous.

He pressed his tiny, finger-thick penis against his master's tender, red flesh, pulled back the foreskin, and let the glans, which had never seen the light of day, rest against the slippery opening.

Feng Shitong wasn't bound so tightly that she couldn't see or speak, yet this made her senses even more acute. She felt as if something was inside her. However, this weak touch only made her feel incredibly irritated, with only one thought: itching!

Stop the itching! She tried to contract her opening, which Fang Fei had spread apart, and just then, Fang Fei loosened his two fingers, and her labia closed on their own, her opening like a small mouth enveloping Fang Fei's small glans. "

That's enough," Fang Fei thought to himself. He felt his master's secret flesh enveloping his glans, so he wiped the lustful fluid on his hands onto her buttocks, then held her buttocks and used the Yin-Yang Harvesting Technique. Of course, this time it wasn't a complete harvest, but only a small amount of his master's true energy, causing an imbalance of the two energies within her body.

He used to absorb others' yin energy with his fingers, and this was the first time he used his own glans, so he assumed it would be the same. However, the effect of the glans in transmitting true energy was worlds apart from that of the fingers, with an efficiency difference of more than a hundred times. This caused him to inhale too much at once.

Fortunately, Fang Fei was lucky; the other party was Feng Shitong, and his body was already used to Feng Shitong's fierce yang true energy. If it had been someone else, he probably would have lost his life from this inhalation.

How come this woman's true energy is exactly the same as his master's? Fang Fei realized something was wrong, but he didn't have time to think about it.

Because once the balance of true energy in his body is broken, it can never be recovered. The inhaled fierce yang true energy quickly turned into yang energy under the influence of the yin energy in Fang Fei's body. The yang energy surged for a moment, and the balance of power that had lasted for more than ten years collapsed.

"Ugh!"

Fang Fei let out a miserable groan. His penis suddenly grew longer, and the glans became incredibly huge, pressing against Feng Shitong's hymen, but because the angle was not right, he could not penetrate. Feng Shitong felt a sharp pain as the sudden appearance of the enormous object pressed against her tender orifice. Though her consciousness was hazy, she sensed she was off-center, but bound tightly, she couldn't move at all. She could only twist her bound waist, hoping to be able to help.

Fang Fei was also startled by the sudden appearance of the large thing between his legs. His engorged penis couldn't penetrate Feng Shitong's vagina, but it forced his own buttocks up.

It turned out that Fang Fei inherited Fang Yuanying's enormous penis, so his penis should theoretically be very large. However, his penis was closest to the scrotum, the place where the yin and yang energies of the body fought, and thus constantly nourished by these energies, it grew into a kind of divine artifact called "Mustard Seed Sumeru." Nourished by yin energy, this thing was extremely small when it was small, not even as thick or long as a little finger. Fang Fei had always been bothered by this, knowing that his father and brothers all had huge penises and often pointed at his penis, jokingly calling him half a eunuch. What Fang Fei didn't know was that this thing could become enormous when it was large. The penis he saw now, in both thickness and length, exceeded the standard for an average adult's erection, and in two years it would be limitless.

Looking at his enormous penis, Fang Fei couldn't help but wonder: could such a tight little hole even fit?

But the situation didn't allow him to doubt. His internal energy was churning, already like boiling water. Fang Fei knew his internal state well; a moment's hesitation could mean death. He lifted his master's buttocks, aimed at the wet little hole under the light of the luminous pearl, and thrust in with all his might!

The huge penis pounded in so aggressively, while Feng Shitong was bound hand and foot, completely unable to move, even see or shout. With only a thin hymen protecting her from the enemy, how could she possibly be a match for her disciple's erect penis?

The disparity in strength was so great that the outcome was decided in an instant. "Pfft—smack!" The massive penis, having pierced her hymen, was unstoppable, carving a path through her tender flesh that no one had ever trod before, thrusting all the way in.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..."

This time, the sound that came from Feng Shitong's throat was a genuine wail.

Feng Shitong's hymen was broken, her untouched vagina was penetrated by a huge object, and the intense pain jolted her back to reality: Ah...torn...filled...why does it hurt so much...no...this isn't a dream...it's not a dream...someone is raping me...it's real rape...

In the whole world, only Feng Shitong could remain sober amidst the intense lust aroused by the allure of desire.

Without thinking, Feng Shitong immediately struggled with all her might. If it were an ordinary rope, it would surely have been shattered by her unparalleled blazing sun true energy. Unfortunately, what bound her was the elven sacred artifact, the Soaring Spirit Rope. All her struggles were in vain; her limbs were completely immobilized, only her waist could move slightly, yet even that twisted as if to accommodate the man's thrusts. As for her vagina, which was being penetrated, it completely betrayed her, focusing only on clamping down on the inserted penis, ignoring all her commands.

As Fang Fei's large penis plunged into his master's vagina, he immediately felt her beautiful flesh contract layer by layer, waves of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced washing over him. Just as he was about to ejaculate, a sudden pain shot through his testicles, forcing him to immediately contract his abdomen and waist. His large penis was pulled out halfway, bringing with it not only his master's vaginal fluids but also a large amount of virgin blood, a gruesome sight.

Fang Fei, his internal energy clashing, disregarded all this and thrust his hips forward without thinking, his penis plunging in completely with a soft "plop."

Feng Shitong felt as if she were being electrocuted, her vagina tightening again. Although she regained consciousness, her body, tormented by endless lust, was suddenly penetrated. The pain, mixed with unprecedented pleasure, left her no time to think; her mind was still a chaotic mess. Her body struggled desperately, yet deep down she felt the warmth of the hands holding her buttocks, the heat of the penis entering and exiting her. The slapping sounds of the man's body colliding with hers were so melodious.

Just a little more, just a little more! Faster! Faster! Feng Shitong didn't know where this thought had come from, nor what was to come; she only desperately wanted this feeling. "Slap," "Slap," "Slap," the heavy, powerful thrusts of the large penis made her feel as if she were flying.

"Ugh," "Ugh," "Ugh," with the rhythm of the large penis, she finally succumbed. It's coming! It's coming! The intense sensation surged through her; her genitals contracted strongly, tightly gripping the large penis inside her, like a mother embracing her long-lost son. Oh no!

I'm going to pee! She knew something was wrong, but she still tried to hold back. Then, the large penis plunged in again, delivering a fatal blow. Years of suppressed desire were released with a surge of heat, drenching her disciple's penis. "Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Her muffled mouth emitted another sound, but this time with a completely different meaning.

Was this an orgasm? So good. Even though she was being raped without knowing why, Feng Shitong couldn't help but have this thought.

In their first encounter in bed, Feng Shitong was utterly defeated within a few moves.

Fang Fei had only thrust in and out a dozen times. He could have endured it, but his master's vagina suddenly tightened so much, and then another surge of heat drenched his angry glans. Instantly, his penis became uncontrollable. He had already inserted it all the way in, but it suddenly grew longer inside her, reaching the deepest point he had never been before. In an instant, everything inside her went out of control!

After her climax, Feng Shitong hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath when she felt the enormous object inside her suddenly grow twice its size. Not only that, it also became longer, making her already unbearable vagina unable to accommodate it. But the enormous object showed no sign of retreating, relentlessly breaking through her cervix and thrusting into her uterus!

Ah! Ah! No, this can't be! It hurts! It hurts so much!

Unfortunately, no one could hear Feng Shitong's inner screams. The enormous object trembled violently inside her uterus, scraping against her incredibly tender uterine flesh, and then gushed out streams of hot, virgin semen, wave after wave pouring into the depths of her uterus.

In fact, Fang Fei's "mustard seed Sumeru" artifact has a unique characteristic: it swells three times, lengthens twice, and never softens. It swells upon contact with a woman's saliva, swells upon contact with a woman's vaginal fluid, and swells again upon contact with a woman's flesh. Therefore, after Fang Fei inserts his penis, it is no longer the size it initially appeared. But that's not all; this artifact lengthens when a woman orgasms and ejaculates, and lengthens again as she is about to ejaculate. And after ejaculation, as long as the stimulation continues, it won't soften. If Fang Fei still has the strength, he can continue fucking without interruption. Even a seasoned prostitute couldn't withstand such an artifact, let alone Feng Shitong, who was being fucked for the first time. Fortunately, Fang Fei's artifact was still in its early stages, and it was his first time, so he couldn't unleash its full power.

Otherwise, with such unreserved fucking, his master would probably have perished before it was even finished.

With her belly filled with her disciple's essence, Feng Shitong, who had never admitted defeat, couldn't help but shed tears. She was violated without her knowledge, without even knowing who it was. No woman could bear such humiliation.

No one knew how much torment Feng Shitong had endured to protect her chastity. She had suffered for seventy years under John Farrell's relentless manipulation, and although she later killed him, she continued to fight alone against the evil influence of Wan Miao's lust. To keep herself conscious, she ignored all men. Chastity had long transcended its ordinary meaning in her heart; it had become her dignity. And today, she had lost her chastity in such a humiliating way. She

had lost her dignity, she had lost everything. She felt a deep despair.

But what was even more devastating was that Feng Shitong was not only enduring her disciple's "defecation soup," but also the two kinds of true energy that followed. Two kinds of true energy with different attributes entered the depths of her inner palace without warning, rushing straight to her dantian. They clashed with her natal true energy. Such a fierce battle could not last long.

Feng Shitong was exhausted both physically and mentally. Suddenly, she felt her mouth loosen; the gag had been removed. With her last ounce of strength, she said, "I, Feng Shitong, will not let you go!"

She then coughed up blood and fainted.

It turned out that Fang Fei had filled his master's vagina with his thick semen before realizing how this person's true energy was exactly the same as his master's. An uneasy suspicion crept into his consciousness. He hurriedly pulled off the underwear that had been covering his master's mouth, but before he could ask, he heard his master utter those words.

He was immediately terrified, collapsing onto Feng Shitong's naked body. His large penis, though empty, remained deeply inserted in his master's tender vagina, serving as a channel for the flow of true energy. Fang Fei's

mind was a jumbled mess. Master, it was his master! It was actually his master! Oh God, I'm doomed!

I'm such an idiot! Such fiery red hair, such a tall figure, such large breasts, such a beautiful person—how could there be another like her in the world besides his master? But why is Master here? Didn't she have important business to attend to? Oh no! I injected my true energy into her body! Isn't she doomed?! I actually raped and murdered Master!

The two true energies surging within him paid no heed to his thoughts, rampaging through his Master's body like wild horses.

Fang Fei lay prostrate on Feng Shitong's jade-like body, his face dampened by the fragrant sweat between his Master's breasts, instantly becoming more alert: Master isn't dead yet! No matter what, he must save Master's life first!

He quickly concentrated, using the methods in the "Controlling Slave Heart Sutra" to guide the two true energies, making them bypass his Master's heart meridian. However, these two sworn enemies in fierce combat were not easily commanded. Before long, large drops of sweat streamed down his head, but the effect was minimal.

Fortunately, Fang Fei had been painstakingly maintaining the balance of the two true energies within him for years. Both the Yin-Yang Harvesting Method and the Myriad Mysteries of Desire Method required the use of true energy within the body. Although he only dared to mobilize a tiny bit, the slightest carelessness could lead to self-destruction and death from an imbalance of true energy. This experience, gained through years of life-or-death situations, was naturally extraordinary, so his control over his true energy far surpassed that of ordinary people. Furthermore, his master's innate Yin and Yang energies spontaneously protected him, and the four energies fought fiercely.

Fang Fei struggled to control his true energy for a long time, feeling his entire body go limp, except for his penis, which remained erect. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind: How could I be so stupid! If I pulled out my penis, the Yin and Yang energies within his master's body would lose their source, thus saving his life! But then, wouldn't I… I…

Never mind, if his master survived, he certainly wouldn't spare my life either. What am I hesitating for? Who told me to cause such a terrible disaster!

Fang Fei struggled internally for a long time before finally making up his mind.

He was already exhausted, and could only bury his face between his master's breasts, struggling to pull his penis out with his hips. However, his penis, soaked in her juices, was now quite large. He arched his buttocks to the highest point, but the glans was still stuck inside his master's tender orifice.

Fang Fei, with his buttocks raised high, was preparing to gather his strength to pull the glans out, sacrificing his own life for his master's. But then, the unconscious Feng Shitong slowly woke up, letting out a soft moan!

This terrified Fang Fei. He knew that Feng Shitong was usually very strict with her disciples; if she told him to get out, he would never dare to crawl. Hearing his master's voice suddenly, he trembled in shock. The strength he had gathered to pull out his penis was instead used on the tip, and with a snap, his large penis was inserted all the way in again.

"Ah..."

Feng Shitong cried out, whether from pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell.

Fang Fei felt his penis being tightly gripped by his master's vagina again, and he really wanted to keep it inside forever.

However, the thought of the beauty beneath him being his strict master made him restless, even though it was paradise inside.

He tried to pull his penis out again, but just as he was about to succeed, the bound Feng Shitong suddenly thrust her buttocks upwards, startling Fang Fei, who then thrust his penis back in.

After waking up, Feng Shitong was only vaguely aware of being fucked twice, and thought she was having a lewd dream, blurting out, "You little bastard..."

These three words struck Fang Fei like a thunderbolt, leaving him completely disoriented.

Master recognized me! This is it! He felt as if all the blood had been drained from him, and he lay stiffly on his master, motionless.

But as soon as Feng Shitong uttered these words, she began to wake up. She realized that she wasn't having a lewd dream about being fucked by her disciple, but was actually being raped!

She immediately asked weakly, "Who are you?"

How could Fang Fei dare to answer? He was utterly bewildered. Since his master recognized him, why did he ask who he was?

But there was no time to think further; he felt his master's blazing true energy, like a tidal wave, attacking along the meridians between them.

Feng Shitong, with her strong will, couldn't bear such humiliation. Unable to move her limbs, she realized their true essences were connected by a penis, and immediately, without hesitation, she fought back, directly clashing their true essences, determined to perish together.

Fang Fei, in this critical moment, had no time to think. He immediately used the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique to defend himself.

The Yin-Yang Harmony Technique was a special version of Yin Tengcheng's True Essence Assimilation Technique. This method, which could forcibly absorb another's true essence and convert it for one's own use, was unprecedented. However, this technique was extremely difficult to cultivate, and the assimilation of true essence was not endless; it had a limit.

The moment the two true essences determined a winner was the moment this technique reached its absorption limit. From then on, true essence could no longer be strengthened through the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique. But this final use didn't require as many restrictions as usual. In this final life-or-death struggle, who cared about such things?

In his haste, Fang Fei instinctively used this method, immediately realizing he had lost control. His body was already adept at absorbing the blazing sun's true energy. With the yin energy pressing down, the yang energy devoured the blazing sun's true energy like a hungry wolf, attempting to grow stronger and annihilate its nemesis in one fell swoop.

Seeing the yang energy growing stronger, the yin energy, unwilling to admit defeat, actually converted and absorbed Feng Shitong's natal true yin.

For a moment, Fang Fei's true energy surged, like knives twisting his internal organs, unbearable. Yet, a strange surge of strength welled up throughout his body, making him want to find a place to release it. This intense urge to release led him to grab his master's buttocks and thrust violently. Sure enough, the pleasure of his master's vagina squeezing his penis slightly alleviated the discomfort.

Feng Shitong felt her outward true energy being inexplicably torn apart, realizing something was wrong, and immediately prepared to retract it. Unexpectedly, Fang Fei grabbed her buttocks at this moment and thrust violently. The intense impact went straight from her vagina to her heart. In just an instant, her body, which had been eroded by the allure of desire for many years, completely betrayed her. All her true energy went out of control, leaving her at the mercy of his thrusts, and her beautiful body swayed involuntarily with her disciple's thrusts. She wanted to say something harsh, but all that came out of her mouth was a moan of

"Ah... Ah..." At first, she remained conscious, but with each "slap," "slap," "slap," the large penis penetrated to the deepest part of her vagina, disrupting her vital energy. Only waves of pleasure washed over her, and soon she was completely lost, only able to moan. Fang Fei initially intended to stop after a couple of thrusts, not wanting to harm his master. But the more he thrust, the more pleasurable it became, and he couldn't stop. His master's ecstatic cries further fueled his courage. Although he was a virgin, he had already ejaculated, and with his "divine weapon," he fought with increasing ferocity. Feng Shitong's juices flowed freely, her moans fueling his passion. Soon, he disregarded everything, focusing solely on the act of thrusting, as if the world consisted only of this one action. "Ah...ah...ah..." Time passed second by second in their intense intercourse. Feng Shitong's moans grew softer, gradually turning into groans, until finally, even those groans ceased to be uttered. Fang Fei, disregarding everything else, relentlessly continued his assault. His Yin-Yang absorption technique automatically activated, transforming Feng Shitong's intense Yang energy and natal Yin energy into his own Yin-Yang energies for the battle. Even though Feng Shitong's natal Yin energy was extraordinary, the Yang energy she absorbed from the intense Yang energy was even stronger. In the instant the battle was decided, the Yin energy collapsed in defeat, and Fang Fei's penis swelled again, ejaculating thick semen into his master's womb once more—more and hotter than the first time. Unfortunately, Feng Shitong couldn't feel it. Her true energy was depleted, and she was already on the verge of death from being fucked. As the thick semen poured into her womb, she felt a surge of powerful true energy rush into her lungs. However, she had no power to resist; she felt her meridians shatter, and immense pain coursed through her entire body. Faced with this pain, the pleasure of being ejaculated inside her became insignificant. Her head lolled to the side, and she lost consciousness completely. Fang Fei felt the Yin energy within his body spurt out with his semen. He quickly closed his eyes and circulated his Qi, following the incantation of the "Slave Control Heart Sutra" to gather his Qi. He slowly collected the victorious Yang energy into his lower abdomen, making it his own life essence. The life-or-death struggle within his body was gone; years of tension vanished in an instant, leaving him feeling an unprecedented sense of ease. Fang Fei knew that the chronic ailment that had plagued him for years was finally cured. From this day forward, he would no longer have to endure the excruciating pain of the two true energies battling each other; that incredibly rich true energy finally truly belonged to him. Absorbing Yang energy was indeed a good thing. But it would be a waste if the Yin energy were simply expelled from the body. The power of the "Slave Control Heart Sutra" lay in its ability to gather Yang energy while simultaneously reclaiming the defeated Yin energy. A body naturally capable of accommodating both types of true energy would not experience a rejection reaction to its own Yin energy. With the outcome decided and the strength determined, the Yin energy no longer fought against the Yang energy but dispersed throughout the body, surrendering to the Yang energy and becoming a second true energy dependent on it. Although the entire process of cultivating the skill differed slightly from what was recorded in the *Manipulating Slaves Heart Sutra*, Fang Fei knew he had successfully mastered the first level of the sutra: Rebuilding True Essence. Mastering the first level also had another benefit: the awakening of supernatural abilities. In this world, there are people called superhumans. Their abilities vary from person to person and are all unique. Unlike magicians and martial artists, supernatural abilities are innate. However, this innate ability is also divided into two types. Some people's supernatural abilities are displayed from birth, while others' abilities never appear, and they may never know they are superhumans until their death. The * Manipulating Slaves Heart Sutra* records that if a person breaks the balance between two types of True Essence and experiences this dramatic change from life to death and from death to life, they are a superhuman, and their latent abilities will awaken to a certain extent. When John Farrell succeeded, he awakened a special ability: a connection with a most evil animal in the world—the Lustful Beast—thus becoming a Lustful Beast Summoner who roamed the southern barbarians. Fang Fei did not open his eyes upon initially completing the sutra, because he sensed a hidden ability emerging within him. He was overjoyed and immediately focused his attention on sensing this ability. It was an internal ability. He tried to channel this ability throughout his body, but he couldn't perceive anything happening. There was no increase in strength, no telepathy, no control—nothing at all. " It might be an illusion," he thought. "I never seemed like someone with superpowers." Fang Fei was somewhat unwilling, but still very happy. His body had healed successfully. Although the intense battle of true energy had caused significant damage, being cured was enough. Fang Fei opened his eyes and immediately plummeted from heaven, letting out a heart-wrenching scream! Feng Shitong's condition was dire. Her naked body was still pinned beneath Fang Fei, but she was lifeless. Fang Fei immediately pulled out his blood- and semen-stained penis and lunged forward to remove the belt covering his master's eyes. Blood, blood, all blood. His master was bleeding from all seven orifices. Her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were all oozing blood. Her eyes were wide open, but her eyeballs remained motionless, as if filled with endless resentment. He checked his master's breathing again, but it had already stopped. I raped and murdered my master! I raped and murdered my master! Fang Fei saw his master's scarred body, and this was the only thought in his mind. He even forgot to put on his clothes and staggered away. Chapter 5: The Locked Chamber, the Charming Elf Slave (Part 1) Tang Dynasty, Imperial Palace. On the dragon bed, the old man coughed violently. The magnificent palace, the dragon bed carved from a single piece of jade, and the brocade quilt woven with gold thread were so incongruous with the old man's aged, thin, and scarred body. Yet, in this world, only he could lie here. The old man finally caught his breath and said in a low voice, "Even if I can survive this winter, I won't survive next year. Your eldest brother and second brother died early, and you are the only son who can see me off in my final days. What are your plans for the future?" Kneeling under the dragon bed was a burly man in his thirties wearing a brocade robe, who looked somewhat similar to the old man. He looked up and said, "Father has always been in good health and will surely live to be a hundred. Our Tang Kingdom is peaceful and prosperous, with only the Xia Kingdom being a real threat on the border. However, with the abilities of the four kings—Phoenix, Dragon, Tiger, and Eagle—they will be pacified sooner or later. Father, there is no need to worry; just rest and recuperate." As the two were talking, a little girl of about ten years old skipped and hopped onto the bed, massaging the old man's back as she interjected, "Third brother, now that the four kings each have strong armies, we must be on guard." The burly man said, "It's one thing for others to stir up trouble, but why are you, a mere child, spreading rumors? I have always been upright and honest, treating people with integrity and never having done anything to the contrary. Even if something unexpected happens, I will raise my voice and the truth will be revealed. Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good; why should we need to trouble ourselves with trivial matters?" The old man waved his hand, saying he was tired, and the burly man withdrew. The girl shook the old man's hand and said, "Father, you're worried about this too, aren't you? Why don't you tell my brother? He'll definitely listen." The old man shook his hand and said, "Even a child like you knows this, but he doesn't. What's the use of telling him?" The girl's bright eyes darted left and right, and suddenly she said, "Father, if something happens to you, with the talents of the four princes, they certainly won't submit to my brother. Even if he doesn't act recklessly, he's destined to be no match for them. You... perhaps you already have a plan?"

The old man coughed violently again, only stopping after a while, and said, "Even a child like you could foresee this; it seems it can't be hidden from others."

The girl smiled and said, "Although the four kings are all exceptional talents, as long as we concentrate our forces and defeat them one by one, victory is assured. Among the four kings, the Phoenix King is the most arrogant, the Dragon King the most mysterious, the Tiger King the most composed, and the Eagle King the most unruly. You often say that given the opportunity, all four kings could become wise rulers. But with Feng Shitong's pride, unless she's pushed to the limit, she wouldn't stoop to rebellion. But the other three kings might be different. They possess extraordinary abilities..." "He must have extraordinary ambitions. Especially Fang Yuanying, who achieved early success and never encountered setbacks in his life, even believes he is blessed by the heavens. He only seeks practical results, disregards reputation, and is willing to gamble, even going so far as to launch a sneak attack on the Elven Holy City, demonstrating his audacity. If his father were to be in trouble, he would probably be the first to jump out. In my opinion, now is the perfect time to make an example of him."

She unhesitatingly applied the phrases "make an example of him" and "kill the chicken to scare the monkey" to the four founding kings with their illustrious achievements. If a third person were present, they would surely be shocked.

However, the old man was not surprised. He shook his head and remained silent. "Never encountered setbacks in his life" was indeed a fitting description for Fang Yuanying. Such a past had indeed made him increasingly audacious. But for a gambler to have a life without setbacks, divine favor alone is not enough; he must possess corresponding strength.

The girl looked at the old man in confusion, then suddenly her face turned deathly pale: "Could it be..."

The old man patted her head and said, "I'm not dead yet, what are you worried about?"

Night fell, at the Phoenix Prince's Mansion.

Fang Fei walked down from the island in the middle of the lake. He was naked and shivering in the early autumn wind, but he was so lost that he didn't feel the cold at all. He fled frantically, as if his master, still bound to the bed and lifeless in the underground boudoir, would come after him at any moment to kill him.

It was still a cloudy day, but for some reason, Fang Fei felt that his eyesight was exceptionally good. He could vaguely see the path under his feet in the pitch black, so he could easily bypass the traps he knew and continue forward smoothly. Just as he was about to reach the back door, he suddenly bumped into someone.

The person he bumped into let out a soft cry. Fang Fei thought to himself that something was wrong. Had he bumped into one of his senior or junior sisters?

He hurriedly looked up and saw a small figure wearing a small hat that just covered her hair and ears. She was shorter than him. Judging from her appearance, it wasn't Cai Rou!

The little girl also looked up at Fang Fei, then suddenly cried out in a sweet voice, "Ah! Rogue!"

Elves were rare in the capital, and Elvish wasn't widely spoken. This was the first time Fang Fei had heard someone call someone a rogue in Elvish, and he found it quite novel. The little girl hurriedly retreated, but how could one wander carelessly through the Phoenix King's mansion? Her retreat led her into a trap, her head struck hard, and she fainted.

Fang Fei grabbed her feet and pulled her back. He knew he had caused such a disaster and that stealing from the Phoenix King's mansion must not be revealed. He immediately wanted to kill her to silence her, but looking around, he couldn't find a mechanism that could kill while ensuring his own safety.

It turned out that this was the fourth level of traps in the Phoenix King's mansion; anyone who could reach this level was undoubtedly a powerful enemy, so most of the traps here were designed for large-scale casualties. That trap was one of the few left alive among these deadly traps.

This little girl was indeed quite lucky.

Fang Fei's ailment had now healed, and his strength had greatly increased. The little guy was also light, and he easily caught him in his arms.

Although Fang Fei was flustered, his mind was not muddled, and he couldn't help but wonder. Who exactly was this little guy, that he could pass through three layers of traps? If he hadn't bumped into him, who knows where he would have ended up.

Suddenly, a clear voice came from the darkness: "Who dares to trespass into my Phoenix Prince's Mansion? Please retreat immediately to avoid any unforeseen circumstances!"

That voice belonged to Senior Sister! It seemed that Senior Sister was practicing her martial arts nearby, and she had heard the little guy's exclamation. Oh no, although the Phoenix Prince's Mansion was well-equipped with traps, if Senior Sister were to come and see me like this, it would be disastrous!

Fang Fei didn't have time to wonder. Holding the little guy, he hurriedly bypassed the three layers of traps and ran out through the back door.

As soon as he stepped out of the back door, he saw Hong'er waiting outside with a carriage.

He rushed to Hong'er, ready to get into the carriage, but Hong'er didn't greet him. Instead, she blocked his way expressionlessly and asked, "Who are you?"

Fang Fei retorted angrily, "Don't you even recognize me?"

Hong'er recognized him immediately upon hearing his voice, frowning, "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Fei ignored her, coldly saying, "Quick, let's go home."

He then carried the little one into the carriage, thinking to himself, "This is really strange. You don't recognize me if I'm not dressed?"

Once inside, he pulled down the little one's hat. Underneath, she had green hair, pointed ears, and a delicate, pretty face. She was indeed an elf. He touched her further down—flat-chested. Fang Fei reached into her leather pants; there was no hair. He then used his fingers to gently explore her private parts. She was a completely hairless, virgin elf. "

This little one is probably between 120 and 130 years old," Fang Fei guessed. Although elves are short, she was even shorter and smaller than normal elves, clearly an elven child. Elves are a race even longer-lived than the Phoenix Clan; they reach adulthood at 170 years old, and only grow to the size of an eleven or twelve-year-old human at 120 years old. At eleven or twelve, they're still breastfeeding.

Kill her to silence her? Seeing she was an elf, Fang Fei couldn't bring himself to do it. He should interrogate her first. Green hair, just like Ai Nu's. Fang Fei thought of the other elf in his house, and his unease lessened considerably.

He longed to throw himself into her arms immediately!

The Phoenix King's Mansion and the Eagle King's Mansion weren't far apart, and Hong'er drove quickly, entering through the back gate and arriving at his room in the blink of an eye. Fang

Fei got out of the carriage, but Hong'er looked at him suspiciously and said, "Young Master, are you disguised? It's so dark, I really can't tell."

Fang Fei was annoyed, thinking that being naked this time was incredibly embarrassing; even Hong'er was starting to laugh at him. He ignored her and tossed the little elf into Hong'er's arms. He ordered, "Take it to the basement and gag it!"

Then he hurried back to his room. Fang Fei had no idea how long he'd been in his master's underground boudoir. When he emerged, he saw it was dark and thought it was still early morning. He'd only learned from his conversation with Hong'er in the car that he'd left late last night and hadn't returned all day; it was now the second night. Hong'er, worried about his absence, had driven to the Phoenix Prince's mansion to look for him. But the Phoenix Prince's mansion was no ordinary place; she dared not enter and could only wait foolishly outside, and surprisingly, she actually found him.

Fang Fei barged naked into his bedroom, but didn't turn on the lights. He pressed a mechanism in front of a wall.

The wall opened. There was a mechanism here too.

Inside was another simple bedroom. A large bookshelf was filled with books, and opposite it was a bed. The light in this secret room was on. In the bright light, a stunningly beautiful elf girl knelt on the bed.

The elven girl's emerald green hair shone like precious jade. Her snow-white skin was as pure and flawless as moonlight. Her pale blue eyes shone like stars in the night sky. "Beautiful as a flower, beautiful as the moon" was insufficient to describe her; before such unparalleled beauty, all adjectives were futile. It was said that elves were abundant with peerless beauties, yet even the most beautiful elves would pale in comparison to her. Elves were generally not tall, but her proportions were perfect—a slender waist, a shapely bottom, and long, shapely legs.

Even having seen rare beauties like Feng Shitong, whose stories were sung throughout the world, Fang Fei still wouldn't admit that anyone could be more beautiful than her. She was the most beautiful person in the world; he had no doubt about it.

However, the beautiful woman's hands and feet were bound by long iron chains, clearly made of fine steel, exceptionally sturdy, firmly binding her wrists and ankles. It was obvious that with the length of the chains, she couldn't possibly leave this secret chamber. She was kneeling on the bed, her clothes undone, her hands dragging the heavy shackles, and she was actually squeezing her beautiful breasts. From her rosy nipples, strands of white milk spurted, falling into a bowl on the bed.

She was milking!

The elven girl heard the wall open, turned her head, saw the naked Fang Fei, and gasped as she covered her breasts.

Seeing this, Fang Fei asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Ai Nu, who scared you?"

Ai Nu exclaimed in surprise, "It's you? You... what happened to you? I don't even recognize you. You didn't greet me this morning, and I haven't seen you all day. Are you dressed up as an elf to please me?"

Fang Fei was very surprised: "I'm not dressed up."

Chapter 6 Locked Chamber, Charming Elf Ai Nu

said, "What happened? Come here and let me see."

She stopped covering her clothes and turned to face Fang Fei, her plump breasts swaying gently.

Fang Fei was even more puzzled, but he still obediently walked up to her and buried his head in her arms, sucking on her breasts.

Ainu wrinkled her nose and said, "Why do you smell so sweaty? Huh, what happened to your ears? They look so real."

She reached out her slender hand, grabbed Fang Fei's ear, and then pulled at his face, saying, "This face looks real too! Tell me how you did it!"

Fang Fei let her pull his face, only whimpering as he sucked on her tender nipple, swallowing milk gurglingly. After a while, he finally let go and said, "What happened to my face?"

He then looked in the mirror, and in the mirror was a stranger's face, with pointed ears, green hair, and the white skin unique to elves.

Fang Fei was immediately shocked: "Ah, how did my face become like this! It's impossible!"

Ainu laughed, "Don't pretend. Where did you find a magician to cast such an awkward transformation spell?"

Fang Fei was puzzled, scratching his head in thought. Suddenly, he remembered the awakening of his supernatural abilities when he mastered the first level of the Slave Control Sutra. So, while continuing to suckle Ainu's milk, he said intermittently that his injuries had healed. Of course, he wouldn't mention the humiliation of his master, only that his master had healed him. Then he talked about his superpower.

Hearing Fang Fei say that his body was cured, Ai Nu was overjoyed. She pondered for a moment, then grabbed his pointed ears and said, "You say this is a superpower? Try it again."

Fang Fei closed his eyes, mentally summoning the power again, letting it spread throughout his body. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Ai Nu's interested gaze.

He picked up a mirror and looked at himself. In the mirror, he saw his original human face again, more rosy than before.

He was back to normal! He was happy and buried his face in Ai Nu's arms, rubbing it between her breasts, his hands kneading her soft breasts vigorously.

Ai Nu patted his head: "Stop fooling around, you stink."

"Okay, let's take a bath now."

Fang Fei immediately released his hands from her breasts and pulled them behind his back. But then he saw a trickle of milk spill from her nipple again. He playfully stuck out his tongue and used the tip to clean the ruby little by little, then moved on to the other nipple. He licked it for a while, then switched back, having a great time, until Ainu patted him again. Only then did he get up and call Hong'er to prepare bathwater.

"Your special ability is probably the manifestation of your hidden bloodline,"

Ainu concluded. "Most half-elves, although short-lived like humans, look like both humans and elves. But you're very strange; you don't look like an elf at all, you look like a completely human."

Fang Fei said, "Yes, my father also has elven blood, but you can't tell at all. My father says it's because our Fang family's caste is strong."

"Pah,"

Ainu said dismissively. "This isn't an exception. Among the beastmen of the Southern Barbarians, regardless of who the father is, the child is always of the same lineage as the mother. The father's bloodline is completely undetectable. For example, a child born to a male wolf and a female cat will always be a cat, without exception."

She paused, then continued, "But even if the parents' bloodline isn't outwardly visible, it's still hidden within the body. For instance, a rat-man whose father is a tiger sometimes displays bravery far exceeding that of his kind. Your ability is probably to make the hidden bloodline within you visible while simultaneously concealing the previously visible one. That's why you've become a complete elf. Can you transform again? Transform again so I can see."

Fang Fei activated his ability once more, transforming back into the elf he had been before. Ainu stroked his face and sighed, "You really look like my father!"

Fang Fei said, "If you like it, then I'll stay like this in front of you, okay?"

Ainu didn't speak, but her expression darkened.

Fang Fei took the key and was about to unlock Ai Nu's shackles when she slapped his head and said, "You've gone against me again."

He had no choice but to put a slave collar around her neck first. A chain was attached to the collar, and he tied the other end of the chain to his own wrist. Only then did Ai Nu allow him to unlock her shackles. Although the shackles were removed, her neck was still tethered to Fang Fei, making her look like a little dog being led on a leash.

Ainu blushed slightly as she watched him walk around naked in front of her. "You're so old already, and you still don't know shame," she said. "Next time..."

Her gaze swept over him, noticing his shriveled penis was filthy, seemingly covered in blood. She exclaimed in surprise, "What happened to you?"

Fang Fei hurriedly covered his penis, saying, "Next time I'll definitely wear underwear."

Ainu sensed something was amiss and said sternly, "Come here!"

Fang Fei had no choice but to approach. Ainu bent down, slapped away his hand covering his crotch, and stared intently at his penis.

A shy blush rose in Ainu's heart. She hadn't looked at it closely in a long time; it was all pubic hair. The dark pubic hair, though sparse, made his penis less cute than it had been when he was younger. She reached out a delicate hand to cup his testicles, and with the other, she pinched his penis.

Ainu noticed a pungent smell emanating from his penis and frowned,

saying, "Why does it smell so fishy?" She then gently pulled back the dirty foreskin, revealing traces of dried blood underneath.

Fang Fei, seeing Ainu grasp his penis, couldn't help but recall the moment he had fucked his master. His heart pounded, and his penis involuntarily swelled.

Ainu, who had been holding his penis with one hand, immediately moved the hand that had been supporting his testicles to his other hand, trying to grasp the suddenly erect member with both. However, the speed of its erection exceeded her expectations. She thought she could hold it with both hands, but the large glans emerged from between her slender thumb and forefinger, pointing directly at her incomparably beautiful face. The purplish-red head stood erect, truly startling her. The strange, fishy smell emanating from it was overwhelming.

Ainu wrinkled her nose and couldn't help but ask, "How could it suddenly become...like this!"

Fang Fei lowered his head, looking at his penis so close to her face, and stammered, "I don't know either, it seems...when a man's penis gets hard, it's like this."

Ainu's face turned even redder. She then used her delicate fingers to examine his glans carefully, only to find that although there was blood on his large penis, it wasn't injured. She felt relieved, but still asked with concern, "How did you get it like this?"

Fang Fei's mind raced. He knew he couldn't reveal the murder of his master, yet he couldn't ignore Ai Nu's questions. He blurted out, "Today... I discovered... my penis could get hard... so... so... I went to a brothel and deflowered a virgin..."

The moment the words left his mouth, Fang Fei knew he was in deep trouble. In his panic, he had only focused on concealing the murder of his master, neglecting the customs of the Moon Elf race and telling such a clumsy lie.

Unlike human society, elves generally practiced monogamy. Both men and women could only have sexual relations with their spouses. The Sun Elves, closer to humans, were somewhat more open-minded, but the stubborn Moon Elves took relationships extremely seriously. In their society, even if a spouse died young, the surviving partner could not remarry; double suicide was commonplace.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Ai Nu flew into a rage and slapped Fang Fei's buttocks twice: "You, surnamed Fang, are no good at all!"

Although Fang Fei was slapped, he was secretly delighted: "Such a light slap, ten slaps are nothing compared to one from my master."

But then he heard Ai Nu say, "All these years of teaching you have been for nothing! You're a scoundrel, a scoundrel! You only know that beasts can't produce good offspring!"

Her voice was trembling with anger.

Seeing that Ai Nu was angry, Fang Fei hurriedly said, "Don't be angry, I'll ask my father tomorrow to buy her back as my wife."

Ai Nu's anger intensified: "Buy her back? What do you take women for? Merchandise? You're just like that beast!"

Fang Fei had been under immense pressure all day, first trying to castrate himself, then raping and murdering his master. Now, seeing Ai Nu's anger, even though he was usually strong, he was still just a child, and he could no longer bear it. Two lines of tears flowed involuntarily down his cheeks. He cried, "If you acknowledge me, I'll listen to whatever you say—monogamy, unwavering commitment, you elven standards all applied to me, I'll accept it. But you don't acknowledge me, so why do you always judge me by elven standards? I know every nobleman who's frequented brothels and taken concubines!"

Ainu turned away, ignoring him. But Fang Fei's cries made her waver. She thought to herself, humans and elves are different. Many elves spend hundreds of years searching for true love before finding their ideal partner. Even after finding one, they often date for a hundred years before marriage. Such marriages don't allow for any impurities. No elf believes that such intimate acts between husband and wife should occur before marriage. Because the first time between a man and a woman is a sacred ritual of entrusting each other with a lifetime. Once they have done this, even if they are not yet husband and wife, it signifies their marital bond, and there will be no second chance in this life.

But short-lived humans are different; in their short ten years of youth, few can find true love.

Even more so, some find true love but miss their chance, only to meet again when their loved ones are old and gray, surrounded by children and grandchildren.

It is precisely because life is fleeting that the partner in a person's life is often not the one they love most deeply. Many superficial individuals give up on finding true love, advocating that life is short and one should enjoy it while they can. In human society, wealthy and powerful nobles take concubines, buy maids and slaves, and lavishly possess women. Brothels have become paradises for some. Men and women indulge in what should be sacred acts.

Fang Fei, living in this great melting pot of human nobility, would inevitably be tainted by all sorts of vices. At such a young age, he is bound to be tempted and do wrong things. To demand of him the strict moral standards of the elves is indeed demanding.

With this thought in mind, Ai Nu tossed Fang Fei a personal handkerchief. Fang Fei cried for a while, feeling much better. Then he heard Hong'er outside saying the water was ready, so he went to pull Ai Nu to bathe. He naturally wouldn't pull on the chain around Ai Nu's neck, but only on her hand. Ai Nu shook him off, still refusing to look at him. He could only plead desperately, claiming he would definitely marry that woman from the brothel and love her wholeheartedly, begging for her forgiveness. After pleading for a long time, Ai Nu finally followed him out.

Fang Fei could only sigh; with Ai Nu's rigid, moon-elf-like thinking, it seemed only marrying a woman could satisfy her. He silently plotted, knowing his master definitely couldn't marry her. Thinking of his master, he felt another pang of sadness. But since he had told Ai Nu he wanted to marry a prostitute, he would discuss it with Uncle Xu tomorrow and redeem Wang Mengjiao to appease her. After all, she had already been tamed, and was originally a prostitute; he just needed to rehearse his lines to avoid giving himself away.

Two tubs filled with hot water were already set up. Fang Fei locked the door, jumped into one of them, and then turned around, his back to Ai Nu. He tried to talk to Ai Nu, but she ignored him, silently undressing. Only after Ai Nu entered the water did Fang Fei dare turn his head. He saw that Ai Nu had her back to him, her fragrant shoulders exposed in the water, barely visible through the mist. He hurriedly washed his penis and then gave his whole body a quick wash before jumping out and embracing Ai Nu from behind, calling out, "I'll scrub your back."

Fang Fei was quite skilled at scrubbing backs. Of course, he absolutely refused to use his most exquisite methods of seduction on Ai Nu. But he had specifically learned them from the massage therapists at Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Fang Fei held the iron chain attached to Ai Nu's collar in his mouth, massaging her smooth, mirror-like back with both hands, from her shoulders to her slender lower back, then back up, until he returned to her fragrant shoulders. He did everything he could to please her, making Ai Nu feel extremely comfortable.

"Let me take off your collar first and massage your neck, okay?"

Fang Fei asked, whispering in her ear.

"Okay, if you're not afraid I'll run away, why should I be?"

Ai Nu finally spoke.

Fang Fei said sullenly, "Why do you always run away? Isn't it better to stay with me? If you run away, you'll wander around the manor and be caught again in no time. Father will definitely scold me for not being able to control even a slave. I'll get beaten and punished, and then I'll have to punish you in public. If I don't beat you enough, I'll have to beat you again, and I'll beat you half to death every time. Why do it always have to be like this? Please listen to me this once." According to

the Fang family rules, runaway slaves are punished with two hundred lashes for minor offenses and death for serious offenses, and the punishment is carried out in front of all the slaves in the manor as a warning to others.

Every time Ai Nu ran away, Fang Fei sentenced her to two hundred lashes and personally wielded the whip, so that he could be a little more lenient.

Ai Nu snorted coldly, "Listen to you? I'm just your slave to begin with. What do you take me for? According to the laws of your Tang Dynasty, a slave is the private property of his master from head to toe, and the master can do whatever he wants with me. If I'm disobedient, you can treat me like a dog, and you can even use your methods to train me to be as obedient as a dog!"

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

Fang Fei quickly imitated a dog's bark, "I'm just like a dog! Don't be angry. You've held a grudge for years over a few angry words. I won't do it again, I'll never do it again in my life."

Ai Nu said, "I don't think it was an angry word. My master!"

Chapter 7 Locked Room, Elf and Charming Slave (Part 2)

Fang Fei moved his face closer, rubbing it back and forth against Ai Nu's face, like a pitiful kitten, his eyes full of pleading. Ai Nu couldn't resist his pestering, so she said, "Alright, alright, go wash your own, stop bothering me."

Fang Fei leaped into Ai Nu's bathtub and said, "Let's bathe together, we haven't bathed together in a long time. Hug!"

Hong'er knew Fang Fei loved to play, so she had put two bathtubs in the kind for couples to bathe in together. The tubs were large and held a lot of water, with two small stools inside for sitting. Ai Nu was sitting in the bathtub when Fang Fei came in, splashing water everywhere.

She felt a weight on her knees; the boy had already sat on her lap. Ai Nu patted his chest and said, "Aren't you ashamed? You're so big and you still sit on me. You're so heavy."

Fang Fei said, "Then you can sit on me."

When Ai Nu sat in the bathtub, the water just reached her nipples. Fang Fei was much shorter than her. Moreover, with another person in the tub, even though it was large, the water level would still rise. Fang Fei, however, disregarded this and actually squatted down to try and hug her. As soon as he squatted, the water reached his neck. Ai Nu cried out, "Stop! Be careful not to choke!"

She knew Fang Fei was weak and afraid he would drown, so she didn't dare struggle. But today he was in excellent health, his body seemingly stronger than usual. The buoyancy of the full bathtub was also great, so he effortlessly lifted Ai Nu and placed her on his lap.

Fang Fei then carried Ai Nu to another stool in the tub. That stool was higher, but the water still reached Fang Fei's shoulders.

Ai Nu still dared not struggle, but feeling her buttocks pressed against his thighs without any obstruction, she couldn't help but scold him in shame, "You're being silly again, you have no shame at all, when will you ever grow up?"

Fang Fei immediately said that he was grown up, and Ai Nu said that he should wean himself off breast milk. Fang Fei refused to the death. Instead, he went to suckle at her nipple.

It was the first time Ai Nu had been held naked in his arms, and she felt a strange feeling rising in her heart. Fortunately, they were both in the tub, submerged in water, so it wasn't too embarrassing. However, since he was so old, he should have been more discreet.

She said, "Now that you're healthy, you should wean yourself off breast milk. Even elves usually only breastfeed until they're ten years old. If you still drink my milk after you get married, your wife will laugh at you."

Fang Fei insisted on refusing. The two bargained for a long time and finally reached an agreement that he would wean after his birthday this year.

It turned out that Fang Fei had suffered from the internal strife of the two energies since childhood and had been unable to eat solid food for many years. He only wanted to suckle Ai Nu's breast milk. Fortunately, Ai Nu had plenty of breast milk, which kept him alive. Although Fang Fei had started eating solid food in recent years, he could only drink breast milk when his illness flared up, so he had never been weaned. He now greets Ai Nu every morning and evening, then drinks her milk for breakfast and returns home for dinner. For him, the breakfasts and dinners prepared for him at the Fang residence are more like snacks.

Ai Nu knew that some elves weaned late, some even until they were fifteen or sixteen. However, for elves whose growth and development are extremely slow, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old still being an infant certainly wouldn't be as tall as Fang Fei, who was almost as tall as her.

But she couldn't bear to wean him immediately. She knew Fang Fei was reluctant to talk about many things and wasn't sure how much his illness had improved, so she dared not wean him immediately. If she did wean him, and he relapsed and couldn't eat, and she had no more milk, it would be very troublesome.

She combed Fang Fei's hair and said, "Although we're not stopping breastfeeding for now, we need to draw clear rules between us. From now on, you're not allowed to touch, hug, or kiss me casually anymore, especially not to cling to me like glue. You're also not allowed to jump into my bathtub to bathe with me anymore. Except for the two times you breastfeed in the morning and evening, you're not allowed to run into my arms and touch my breasts for no reason. Also, in front of me, you need to wear your clothes properly and not run around naked all the time, understand?"

Fang Fei shook his head and refused, "No, no, the previous rules were just not to touch my butt and not to see you naked, how can you add so many rules all at once? I can't live like this!"

Ai Nu said, "If you keep acting like this, you'll never grow up. When your wife comes in, she'll definitely laugh at you to death."

Fang Fei buried his head between her wet breasts and replied, "We'll do it secretly, as long as she doesn't see us."

"Pah, who's sneaking around with you?"

Ai Nu spat. The two bargained again, and Fang Fei finally had to agree to all the terms, only adding a special exception to the agreement.

According to their newly reached agreement, Ai Nu patted Fang Fei's head, telling him to put her down and go back to his bathtub. Fang Fei insisted on refusing, and after much persuasion, she finally managed to make this shared bath a special exception. Ai

Nu had no choice but to let him hold her and suckle her breast. Suddenly, she felt his hand had somehow slipped inside her thigh, and any further and it would touch her vulva. She quietly pressed it down. Looking down, she saw Fang Fei's innocent expression and couldn't help but laugh at herself for being so suspicious. However, thinking that this child could actually go to a brothel and do that kind of thing, she felt a strange sadness welling up inside her. She asked, "What do you think of that girl?"

She was naturally asking about the girl Fang Fei had just made up about going to a brothel to lose her virginity.

Fang Fei could only recall Wang Mengjiao in his mind and replied, "She's quite pretty, but not as pretty as you."

Ai Nu pressed on. "What about her character?"

Fang Fei licked her nipple, mumbling, "I'm not really sure, but she's been obedient enough."

Ai Nu became angry again: "You've already committed heinous crimes by visiting prostitutes, and then you took her virginity! You've learned all the despicable things about humans."

Fang Fei quickly begged for forgiveness: "I'll marry her tomorrow, please don't be angry."

Ai Nu said: "That beast wouldn't let you marry a prostitute! That girl isn't a commoner, is she a servant or a slave?"

In the Tang Dynasty's system, below the king, people were divided into four classes. The first class was the nobles, those who had rendered great service to the country. They had their own fiefdoms and, without disobeying the emperor, could do whatever they wanted with their fiefdoms. For example, the Eagle King's fiefdom was the six southern provinces not far from the capital.

The second class was the commoners. This included laborers, merchants, and people from all walks of life. This class was what people usually referred to as ordinary citizens. They didn't have the rights of nobles, but they weren't restricted by their masters like servants. People like Fang Fei, without a noble title, are legally considered commoners, but customarily, potential heirs to noble titles are still classified as nobles.

The third class consists of servants. Male servants are generally called attendants, and female servants are called maids. They may have been forced into this role by circumstances, unable to repay debts, or for other reasons, ultimately signing contracts to become servants.

Noble households typically have many servants, and many wealthy merchants also have numerous servants. Noble servants are usually employed for life, or even for generations. Merchant servants, however, often have terms or conditions stipulated in contracts; after the contract expires or the conditions no longer exist, they can return to commoner status. The fourth class consists

of slaves, who are the property of others and have no rights. These are generally prisoners of war, people who have committed serious crimes, etc. The master of a slave can do anything to them, and the slave has no right to refuse.

There is a fundamental difference between slaves and servants; servants are merely one class lower than their masters, and other commoners are not necessarily more noble. Even in front of their masters, they still had certain human rights. A nobleman who killed his own servant would be tried just like one who killed a commoner, though the sentence would be lighter. Slaves, however, were entirely personal property; killing one's own slave was like breaking one's own fish tank—as long as the person didn't care, no one would care.

Although the social hierarchy was divided into four classes, it wasn't always strictly according to rank. Wealthy merchants, some as rich as a nation, were far more powerful than minor nobles in remote areas, and the servants of high-ranking nobles were far more powerful than ordinary commoners. For example, Guo Datong, the Marquis of Nanxiong, voluntarily entered the Fang family as a servant, following Fang Yuanying in his campaigns, and was later ennobled for his merits, rising from servant to nobleman.

Women who sold themselves in brothels were usually servants forced into prostitution by their owners, or female slaves captured during campaigns. Of course, a small number of commoners also engaged in this profession.

"Slave status,"

Fang Fei thought for a moment and replied.

"That makes it even less likely,"

Ai Nu sighed, then retorted angrily, "You're such a bastard! Tell me properly, what were you thinking, going to a brothel to do something like this? Why didn't you just behave yourself, find someone you love, give them your virginity, and spend your life with them? Wouldn't that be better?"

Fang Fei scratched his head, wondering how long Ai Nu would remain angry about this. Just a casual mention of visiting a prostitute had caused such a huge problem. If she ever found out that he had been using his fingers to insert into countless vaginas to absorb people's yin energy over the years, the sky would probably fall down.

Reasoning with her was pointless, so he resorted to tantrums. He said, "The person I love most isn't willing to spend their whole life with me."

"Why?"

Ai Nu asked, puzzled.

Fang Fei hugged her tightly, kissing her breasts as he said, "Now you won't let me touch you, you won't let me kiss you, and in a few days you won't even let me nurse anymore. How can we spend our whole lives together like this?"

"Nonsense,"

Ai Nu nestled in his arms, a touch of emotion welling up inside her. Perhaps when he marries and grows up, he won't be so attached to her. However, for some reason, she felt a pang of fear about that future.

However, Fang Fei looked up at her, his eyes unblinking, and said, "I'm not talking nonsense, I love you. I love you the most."

Although Ai Nu was pleased, she put on a stern face and said, "You're just a little kid, what do you know?"

Fang Fei made a face and said, "I'm little, but aren't you an adult too? A 163-year-old little sprite!"

Ai Nu didn't argue with him. She composed herself and said, "When you were with her, with her, was she willing?"

Fang Fei smiled and said, "Which one?"

Ai Nu said anxiously, "You, you... "

Fang Fei knew that if he wasn't careful, Ai Nu would get angry again. He quickly said, "I know! Of course she didn't object, it's not like I didn't pay."

"Pah, you really have the nerve to say that."

Ai Nu spat. "You didn't force me, that's good. Can you really buy her back?"

"No problem, Uncle Xu and I are so familiar, and half of that shop belongs to my father, getting a female slave is no problem."

Fang Fei replied.

"Who is that Uncle Xu?"

Ai Nu asked again.

Fang Fei thought to himself, "Oh no, I've been so flustered today, I've let something slip again." He could only say, "The brothel owner... but this is really my first time at his place..."

*Slap!* A slap landed on his face. Fang Fei didn't dare look up. He only heard Ai Nu say, "Close your eyes, I'm done washing. Get up."

Fang Fei quickly closed his eyes, feeling a lightness on his body, the sound of rushing water. Ai Nu had already climbed out of the tub. He heard her dry herself as she said, "That girl is already pitiful enough as a slave, still in a brothel. Since she willingly let you be her man, and you willingly let her be your woman, you both have to take responsibility. Tomorrow you go and buy that girl back. You can't mistreat her anymore. If she's a good girl, you have to take good care of her for the rest of your life. If she... if... then it's your fault, and you have to take responsibility to the end, understand?"

Fang Fei quickly agreed. Ai Nu then added, "That Uncle Xu, you shouldn't associate with him anymore. Looking at the people you know, none of them are good."

Fang Fei quickly agreed again. After Ai Nu finished dressing, Fang Fei followed her back to the secret room, re-locked her handcuffs and feet, and removed her collar.

Seeing that Fang Fei had locked her up, Ai Nu said, "I'm going to sleep. You should go back and rest too."

Fang Fei leaned close to her and said, "Give me a kiss."

Ai Nu pushed him away, saying, "I said no kisses."

Fang Fei hugged her tightly, pouting, "If you won't kiss me, I'll kiss you."

Ai Nu pushed him away again, saying, "You're like a leech."

Fang Fei held Ai Nu tightly, planting several firm kisses on her face, still not giving up and wanting her to kiss him.

Ai Nu had no choice but to frown and say, "This is the last time."

She then gently kissed his forehead.

Fang Fei smiled as if he had eaten honey.

Ai Nu looked at his mischievous grin and said sternly, "The more I look at you, the less you seem like a good person."

Fang Fei smiled, straightened the chains binding her, and then knelt at her bedside, kowtowing and taking his leave.

Ainu nodded, indicating he could leave. Just as he was about to leave, Ainu said again, "Although your master isn't a good person either, you're only alive today because of her help. You must remember this and repay her properly."

Hearing the word "master," Fang Fei suddenly felt a chill in his heart, quickly responded, and closed the exit of the secret room.

He lay on his bed, unable to calm down. The events of the day began to churn in his mind. His master's tight, moist vagina, her stunningly beautiful face, her incomparably graceful figure, and her horrific appearance with blood flowing from her seven orifices—and of course, that miraculous "Slave Control Manual"—all of this hammered at him like a hammer.

It kept him awake. "

I actually left my master's naked body by my bedside; I'm such a beast. Perhaps I should secretly find a quiet place and bury her."

He casually put on some clothes, walked to the main hall, and whispered, "Hong'er, prepare the carriage. I need to go out for a bit."

Chapter 8 Phoenix Rebirth, Stubborn Mouth and Soft Hole (Part 1)

Phoenix Prince's Mansion, Lake Island, Feng Shitong's underground boudoir.

Feng Shitong was still the same as when Fang Fei left. Her delicate body was covered with whip marks, her hands and feet were tightly bound by the Flying Spirit Rope, and her legs were spread apart, exposing the little hole that Fang Fei had been fucking all day. Thick semen and blood, as well as a large amount of vaginal fluid, from her fiery red pubic hair to her red little hole, to her anus, had congealed into a large dirty stain.

The quilt, soaked with vaginal fluid, showed no signs of drying even after half a night. Her originally stunningly beautiful face was now stained with blood flowing from her eyes and nose, making it look particularly eerie.

Fang Fei untied the Flying Spirit Rope binding his master and began to weep bitterly while holding his master's jade body. Although he was young, he lived every day in the shadow of his incurable disease. He often wondered if life was simply about suffering, but he couldn't find the answer. However, he knew that even during his childhood, tormented by illness, there were at least two things that brought him genuine joy.

He didn't know how many days and nights he'd been unconscious, but when he awoke, all he felt was pain. Yet, a fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth. It was the scent of milk. Ai Nu's breast milk, as sweet as ever. He struggled to open his eyes and saw himself suckling at Ai Nu's nipple, held in her arms. Ai Nu often had tears in her eyes, stroking his head and saying, "It's so good, you're finally awake. I knew you'd be alright."

Every time he looked up at her from her arms, he felt she was so beautiful, so captivating; even all the beauty in the world combined couldn't compare to a fraction of her. His

two vital energies seemed to contain countless sharp blades, twisting him in excruciating pain. His limbs were weak and powerless; he couldn't even lift his eyelids, and breathing was more difficult than lifting Mount Tai. Was he dead? Death is truly unbearable! Every time this happened, a hand would press on his back, the scorching true energy burning his meridians like fire. Though the pain was excruciating, it reminded him that he was still alive. He dared not look up, only glancing at his master's fiery red robes out of the corner of his eye. His master was usually silent, and even when he spoke, his words were never kind. But in his heart, his master was as tall as a mountain, as omnipotent as a god.

But now, the mountain had collapsed. His master had been raped and murdered without any resistance in her own boudoir! Who would have thought that Feng Shitong, whose talent and beauty were unparalleled in her time, would meet such a tragic end?

Fang Fei held his master and cried for a long time, then went to fetch a basin of water and began to clean his master's body. First, he wiped the blood from his master's eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, then carefully wiped down her neck, past her full breasts, all the way to her high, rounded mons pubis. His master's vulva was a mess from his ravaging, and Fang Fei could not bear to look at it. He could only clean her vulva, pubic hair, perineum, and anus one by one, but he was too embarrassed to explore the inside of her vagina, which he had already fucked so hard. He simply continued to clean her round thighs all the way down to her toes.

After wiping his master's body, he lifted her up, intending to turn her over to wipe her back. This turn caused the "semen soup" he had previously poured into her delicate vagina to flow out again, sticking and soiling the thighs he had just cleaned.

Although he didn't want to further defile his master's body, he couldn't resist cleaning her vagina.

He washed his hands twice, then carefully inserted his left little finger into his master's vagina, wanting to clean it. Although his little finger was the thinnest, his master's secret passage, which had been penetrated by his large penis for half a day, was still tight, moist, and warm.

Fang Fei vaguely felt something was wrong. What was it? He gently probed his master's warm vagina with his little finger, trying to feel for anything unusual. This unusual thing was… warmth, yes, warmth! Fang Fei was overjoyed. If his master was really dead, how could her body be so warm! His master must still be alive!

Fang Fei immediately wiped away his tears and reached out to touch his master's breast to check her heartbeat. But her heart remained still. Undeterred, he picked up the "Master of Slaves' Heart Sutra" he'd tossed by the bedside and, following the incantations, activated the puppetry technique again, hoping to probe his master's condition. Sure enough, a life force surged within her. He activated the puppetry technique, attempting to awaken her as he had before when she was in a state of apparent death, but found the life force ignoring his provocation.

To Fang Fei's astonishment, although provoking her with the puppetry technique was useless, the life force automatically grew stronger.

Before long, Fang Fei felt yang energy gathering within his master's body, and at the same time, her heart began to beat again.

But before he could rejoice, he discovered that the yang energy emanating from his master's body was directly attacking her heart meridian. What was happening? In this way, his master, before even reviving, would be killed by her own yang energy! Fang Fei had no time to think further; he quickly used his own true energy to protect his master's heart meridian and then shouted for her.

"Master! Master! You can't die!"

Feng Shitong slowly woke up, only to hear someone shouting in her ear. She opened her eyes and saw Fang Fei's anxious face. His red eyes clearly showed he had been crying, and upon seeing her awake, hot tears streamed down his face again.

Feng Shitong realized she was still naked, but now she was completely powerless and couldn't even speak. This was the first time she had felt so weak since birth. Fragments of her memory pieced together, and in an instant, she understood the whole situation: After faking her death, although she hid in the mechanism box, she was discovered. That person tied her up and raped her. So, who was the one who raped her? The inexplicable loss of her virginity made her extremely sad. But she couldn't move now and could only keep guessing about the whole thing in her mind. Seeing Fang Fei's concerned look, she felt a little warmth in her heart, but now that she was naked and Fang Fei was crying on top of her, she couldn't help but suspect that the person who raped her was Fang Fei.

But how could Fang Fei have entered this room? Could it be that she came with someone else? Among all the disciples, even Feng Qiaoling, who has the most talent in mechanical arts, couldn't possibly have easily broken through all her traps. Even if there are many capable people in the world, how could the formations of my mechanical array lineage be so easily deciphered by others? Could it be that the current successor of that incompetent lineage is so skilled that he could decipher all my traps, break into my boudoir, and rape me?

If that's the case, it's terrifying. The more Feng Shitong guessed, the more confused she became. She tried hard to recall the circumstances of being raped, trying to find some clues. But at that time, her eyes and mouth were blocked, she couldn't see anything, and all she could hear was the sound of that person slapping her. All she could recall was the feeling of being raped. The pain of losing her virginity, the pleasure of being raped to orgasm. However, thinking about these things, she couldn't control her thoughts. Countless dreams she had over the years of having lewd affairs with Fang Fei kept surging up, merging with the feelings at that time, becoming a mess. Looking at Fang Fei's tear-streaked face, she saw the very person she had dreamt of countless times. A growing desire arose within her that the one who had raped her must be a bastard! It couldn't be anyone else!

Fang Fei was both overjoyed and terrified to see his master awake. But after she awoke, the yang energy within her body grew stronger.

This strange yang energy continued its relentless attack on her heart meridian, seemingly determined to kill her. Fang Fei could only press his hands firmly against his master's chest, grasping a large expanse of her soft flesh to protect her heart meridian, daring not to relax. Because Feng Shitong had lost all her true essence, if he loosened his grip, his defenseless master would be attacked by this yang energy, dying instantly.

But Feng Shitong seemed uninterested in her own life or death. After a while, she regained some strength and began to speak. Her voice was very soft; Fang Fei had to press his ear against her cherry lips to hear her.

As Fang Fei expected, his master's first words were a curse. Regardless of the circumstances, scolding him first and then asking why was it all part of Feng Shitong's usual style. For years, she had spoken with an arrogant disregard for others, and now, having been raped, she naturally vented her anger on her disciple. She completely disregarded the fact that her life was entirely in his hands.

Although she could only speak in a whisper, her insults were incredibly fierce, as always encompassing three generations of Fang Fei's ancestors.

Fang Fei, while focusing all his energy on protecting his master's heart meridian, silently listened to the abuse. He rested one hand on his master's chest and straddled her waist, this gesture once again revealing his master's perfect genitals.

Feng Shitong scolded him for a while, feeling slightly better. She then began interrogating him. Fang Fei was most afraid of his master, so he couldn't lie as freely in front of her as he did with Ai Nu. He stammered for a long time, only managing to utter a few incoherent words, but Feng Shitong immediately noticed several flaws in his story. Fang Fei dared not look at his master's angry face, and knowing her life was hanging by a thread, he couldn't bear it. In a moment of impulsiveness, he blurted out the whole truth.

"And then you took me out of the box and raped me?"

Feng Shitong, exhausted from her rant, heard the truth, and her tone was surprisingly calm.

Fang Fei hadn't expected his master to be so gentle after the confession. He nodded, but was still trembling with fear.

Even the hand he pressed on Feng Shitong's heart pulse trembled,

causing her breasts to sway. He naturally didn't know that Feng Shitong wasn't inherently a rough or violent person. It was only because of the lustful influence of Wan Miao Suo Yu that she constantly sought other ways to vent, leading to increasingly erratic behavior. And the simplest way to suppress the evil influence of Wan Miao Suo Yu was to be brought to orgasm by someone with dual true energy and who had mastered the Subjugation Sutra.

Although Feng Shitong's feigned death was forcibly interrupted, she had already been brought to orgasm several times by Fang Fei, and her wicked energy had long been satisfied. Therefore, after Fang Fei withdrew his penis and ran away, the wicked energy began to slumber.

Because of this, Feng Shitong, now undisturbed by lust, revealed her true nature. She learned that she had been mistakenly raped by Fang Fei, and although she was angry, she felt a sense of relief, knowing that things weren't as bad as she had imagined. Seeing Fang Fei so obedient again, most of her previous sadness, worries, and fears dissipated.

But her gentleness didn't last long. While she was inherently gentle, over the years she had developed a habit of tyranny.

Moreover, being bound and raped by her disciple was an unbearable humiliation. After clarifying her doubts with a few questions, the anger in her heart could no longer be suppressed. Although she knew her physical condition was extremely bad, and if Fang Fei hadn't protected her heart, she would surely have died. But she still couldn't resist kicking Fang Fei in the chest with all her might, yelling, "You treacherous bastard!"

If she still had her martial arts skills, this kick would have killed Fang Fei on the spot. Unfortunately, she had lost all her skills, and her body had just recovered. The kick she delivered with all her might only managed to send Fang Fei flying to the side.

As Fang Fei was kicked away, his hand left Feng Shitong's chest, no longer protecting her heart meridian, and her yang energy immediately invaded it. Her already severely injured body suffered another blow, and she felt excruciating pain in her chest, only able to sigh, "My life is over!"

Fortunately, Fang Fei was focused on his master. Although kicked away, he immediately rushed forward again, desperately protecting her heart meridian. However, this ordeal injured her heart meridian, causing her body to go limp again. She could no longer speak, only glaring fiercely at her disciple with wide, beautiful eyes.

Phoenixes are born of fire and die of fire. After death, the blood of a Phoenix Clan member transforms into Phoenix True Yang, burning the body from the heart meridian onward. However, Phoenix Clan members who have cultivated the Blazing Sun Heart Technique to the ninth level or higher can rely on their pure, innate true essence to resist and control the newly generated true Yang within their bodies,

thus achieving resurrection. Feng Shitong dared to attempt to use the method of feigning death to relieve her increasingly unbearable lust precisely because she had cultivated the ninth level of the Blazing Sun Heart Technique. However, such rebirth was only recorded within the Blazing Sun Heart Technique; Feng Shitong didn't know how high the probability of such resurrection was. In thousands of years, the Phoenix Clan had never had a master who could cultivate the Blazing Sun Heart Technique to the ninth level and achieve resurrection. Of course, even if she knew, it would be useless. Her natal Yin essence, along with her blazing Yang true energy, had been completely absorbed by Fang Fei. Although she had survived, her body had absolutely no ability to resist the newly generated true Yang.

Feng Shitong couldn't move her body or speak, but her mind was surprisingly clear. All the joys and sorrows of her life surged up at this moment. "Am I going to die here today? I still have so many things I haven't done in my life!"

Looking at Fang Fei's bowed head and choked sobs, she couldn't help but think of the four disciples she had personally raised from childhood. Their little faces kept appearing before her eyes. Although she had never been good to them, in these final moments, they were still the ones she was most worried about.

Feng Yaoxian was intelligent and hardworking, a perfect disciple. If she had the chance in the future, she might be able to reach my level.

Feng Qiaoling could have reached the same level as Feng Yaoxian, but unfortunately, she was too clever for her own good and often slacked off. Whether she was a dragon or a worm, it was still too early to tell. Although Fang Fei's health was terrible, it was commendable that he had honed his martial arts to such a degree over the years to please me. His daily struggles to endure pain and force a smile were somewhat similar to mine, tormented by evil influences. But I never imagined this usually obedient boy would commit such a rebellious act!

Fang Fei lowered his head, continuously circulating his true energy. His innate true energy was already abundant, and over the years he had absorbed the energy of others; in terms of the strength of his true energy alone, it was probably already on par with the world's top masters. Furthermore, when he reached the limit of his Yin-Yang Absorption Technique, he fortuitously absorbed Feng Shitong's true energy. The fusion of two powerful forces was bound to be even stronger. Therefore, his current true energy was incomparably profound, rarely seen in the world. At first, he dared not use it recklessly, but seeing his master's life hanging by a thread, he continuously poured his true energy into Feng Shitong's body, temporarily suppressing the Yang energy within her.

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