Green Swordsman 1-20

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A Novice's Wife Humiliated Chapter 1 "You son of a bitch, you think I'm poor and my level is too low? We agreed to play together, but you seduce that pretty boy in the guild and dumped me. I've spent all my food money this month, I'll transfer to a powerful faction and see how I crush you and your lover!" A short, fat, plain-looking young man with dark circles under his eyes stared intently at his Blade & Soul swordsman character on the computer screen. This short, fat man is, of course, the protagonist of this book. His experiences are as melodramatic as any fantasy novel. After a long and arduous wait by mainland players, Blade & Soul, currently the most action-packed and visually stunning martial arts MMORPG, has finally launched. The short, fat Jiang Xiaotian and his beautiful neighbor, childhood sweethearts, also love playing games. They've agreed to be husband and wife in the game and establish a guild together. But… how can a poor, short, and ugly guy compete with a rich, handsome, and tall man? So, as everyone imagined, the neighbor girl hooked up with the handsome young man in the game and together they exploited Jiang Xiaotian, the short, fat guy. He was cheated out of equipment, gold coins, and even his feelings. Jiang Xiaotian, the short, fat guy, was furious when he discovered all this. He spent his entire month's living expenses of about 1000 yuan on a complete set of jewelry and weapons for the ultimate evil woman... (Note: The server had only been open for 3 months at this point.) The poor loser was about to turn the tables. The adulterous couple was about to suffer the protagonist's counterattack, becoming stepping stones for his rise... "Boom!" A loud noise echoed in the sky, and Death made a dazzling appearance. A bolt of lightning as thick as a fist struck the internet cafe where he was. Instantly, fire, thick smoke, and arcing electricity filled the entire small internet cafe. In the end, the poor, short, and ugly loser still failed to defeat the rich and handsome guy, and he and his computer were reduced to ashes along with a deep resentment. Over... Where am I? At this moment, our protagonist, Jiang Xiaotian, woke up, looking at the dimly lit place before him, where he could still clearly see everything. To be precise, it was a cave. The sunlight outside was blinding to Xiao Tian, and he felt a strange sensation all over his body. His heart pounded with anxiety. "My God, where am I? Wasn't I in an internet cafe? Who brought me to this cave? What's going on? Did that bastard and that pretty boy have me kidnapped?" His anxiety intensified after a flurry of wild thoughts. "No, I have to get out of this dangerous place. Who knows when those people who kidnapped me will come back? Maybe they'll blackmail me into demanding ransom from my family, or even sell me my kidneys, corneas, and eggs." He rushed out of the cave and stared in disbelief at the endless, towering mountains before him. Where the hell did they kidnap me? The vast mountains, though daunting, were nothing compared to the terror of being murdered for money. Jiang Xiaotian didn't hesitate any longer, ignoring whether there was a path beneath his feet or not, and began to sprint. So, in this vast mountain range, a figure flashed by. Yes, just a figure, because you couldn't make out its face at all. This wasn't because of bad weather or low visibility. It was because the speed was simply too fast, leaving no time to see its features. "Huh, that's strange. When did my body become so strong? I've been running for so long and I don't feel tired at all. On the contrary, I feel more and more energetic, as if I have inexhaustible strength."
Xiao Tian only felt the scenery around him rushing past. He didn't know how long he had been running or how far he had run; he just kept running forward. As a typical, seasoned, poor, and introverted guy, Xiao Tian's physical condition, while not exactly sickly, was definitely not strong. He spent most of his time sitting in front of his computer and rarely went out. Add to that his habit of watching Japanese and Korean adult films and masturbating occasionally, and he was already outwardly strong but inwardly weak. Normally, even running a few hundred meters on flat ground would leave him exhausted. But now, Xiao Tian had only been focused on escaping that dangerous place and hadn't noticed how far he had run. But now, thinking back, the distance was definitely not short. Yet, looking at himself now, he wasn't panting or drenched in sweat. On the contrary, he wasn't even out of breath, and there wasn't a single trace of sweat on his body. "This is abnormal, so abnormal! Could it be that being tied up has somehow improved my physical condition? Or perhaps, the intense running just now unleashed my full potential... Holy crap, that's a huge win! Isn't that amazing?" "Wait, something's not right. How did I get taller? And why are my clothes like this? This looks a bit like the Silver Serpent game costume I wear." "Ah. Where's the burn scar from smoking on my hand? Is this a man's hand? Such fair and delicate skin. So long. This...this...this isn't my hand." The more Xiaotian looked, the paler his face became, and the more terrified he felt. Had he encountered a terrifying mad scientist? Had he transformed him into a mad scientist? Touching his cheek, he couldn't help but shudder. Where was his chubby, lovable little face? How did it become so thin? His head was changed too? And his shoulder-length, jet-black, shiny hair... The more he touched himself, the more terrified he became, and he began a thorough examination of his body. Arms, feet, thighs, waist, and so on—he examined every part of his body meticulously. He was a completely different person! No surgical scars, how amazing! He even carefully examined and compared his private parts, the area between his fat and thin penis. Hmm, the transformation was quite good; it was several sizes bigger, more than twice the size. The glans was the size of a goose egg. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. "This isn't my body! What the hell happened? All I did was spend money to get a top-tier account and switch factions to try and crush you guys a few times, what's the big deal? Did you have to do this to me? Money makes you superior? This is a crime!" But soon, a strange thought flashed through Xiao Tian's mind: what did he look like now? He hoped it wasn't too ugly. In this desolate wilderness, there were no mirrors. The only way to see what he looked like was to find water as a mirror. Having just finished a long run, he was a little thirsty, so he decided to find a stream. This was undoubtedly a very effective method. After a long trek, I finally found a stream. Hmm, this face...so handsome! Those sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, hawk-like nose, and sharp lips...it looks a bit like an anime character! Wow, this...this...isn't this the super handsome face I created when I was creating my character in Blade & Soul? And the body too? A rustling sound, and Jungle Tarzan appeared. Looking at my stripped-down self, I slowly became captivated again. A fair, delicate, jade-like, muscular inverted triangle physique, prominent biceps, and a well-defined six-pack. Long, agile limbs, while not bulging like a wild beast, were quite well-built—so much better looking than my old, chubby, short, and round body! Lin Zhiying, Hu Ge, etc., step aside! My current physique is god-like, isn't it? This isn't kidnapping, it's time travel! I've struck gold! I've won the lottery! Hahaha, and I've even traveled to the game world using my character as the interface! Goodbye to being poor, short, and ugly, boohoo... I'm tall, rich, and handsome now. Right, what about skills? Do I have any skills? Just as I thought that, a virtual panel flashed before my eyes. But there were some discrepancies; I didn't see any status values or health bars. All I saw was name Jiang Xiaotian, level 36, skills: Flying Swallow Sword (mastered), Full Moon Slash (mastered), Thrust (mastered), Draw Sword... Five-Hit Combo... Flash... Ascending Strike... Heavenly Stream... Vajra Command... and a whole series of combat techniques and light footwork—all mastered. Unfortunately, my game inventory is empty. Wait, where are the Ultimate Evil Girl jewelry and weapons? They're gone too? Ugh, that cost me a month's worth of room and board! (Personally, I think it's a bit effeminate for a man of ancient Chinese martial arts to wear necklaces, earrings, and bracelets; I don't like them, so I won't use them. The Korean-designed swordsman weapons are also terrible; I resolutely reject them. Those cool and powerful skills are enough. Okay, that's it.) "Whatever, if it's not here, it's not here. God gave me such a perfect body and these awesome combat skills, what more could I ask for? I'd better hurry up and get out of these mountains. If this were a fantasy world, I would definitely become a sword saint. If this were a martial arts world, I would definitely become a chivalrous hero. Hahaha, let's go..." He used his water-walking technique, a silver-white afterimage swirling across the stream, creating a powerful gust of wind that swept away the waves. If any martial arts practitioners saw this, they would be dumbfounded. Bodhidharma crossing the river on a reed is nothing compared to this! After enduring hunger and thirst for several days, and crossing many mountains, Xiao Tian finally arrived at the edge of the mountains. Beyond the edge were inhabited villages and towns. Seeing the various primitive landscapes and animals like tigers, leopards, deer, and pandas along the way, but not a single ferocious monster, he was certain that this wasn't a fantasy world, but rather an ancient martial arts world. On the way, Xiao Tian kept thinking: How can I become a hero? Kill evil people! This is currently his most certain initial path to becoming a hero. Then he would challenge renowned figures and powerful figures. What kind of person qualifies as a villain? Judging by appearance is pointless; villains are evil in heart, not in appearance. He'd take it one step at a time, and eventually find a villain. He hadn't walked far when Xiao Tian heard the sounds of fighting in the distance. Using his lightness skill, he quickly saw about forty or fifty people fighting. A dozen or so, uniformly dressed with the large character "镖" (镖, meaning escort agency) printed on their clothing, were fiercely protecting a fat, middle-aged man in brocade robes and about ten large carts. The others were bandits with headscarves, wearing animal skins, or fighting bare-chested. There were twenty or thirty corpses scattered on the ground, mostly belonging to those from escort agencies, indicating that the escort agencies were no match for the bandits. Xiao Tian was excited. He'd just left the mountains and encountered this scene. Although he was a poor, reclusive guy in his previous life, influenced by various martial arts films and television dramas, this was clearly a robbery of a caravan. In times of crisis, various young heroes and heroines would charge into the battlefield under the banner of upholding justice and eliminating evil, suppressing the wicked with a clatter. Hmm, what a classic scene! My first battle! Xiao Tian was a little excited. Those who killed the镖局 (escort agency) members must be villains—this was his chance! He picked up a three-foot-long sword left behind by a corpse at his feet. With a loud shout, he instantly joined the battle. He hurled his "Flying Swallow Sword," the three-foot blade spinning rapidly, creating a whirlwind that pierced a bandit's throat, then flew back along the same trajectory with no less speed. Strangely, this low-damage skill, meant to draw aggro in the game, had actually killed the bandit in one hit. Is this what killing is? Seeing a living person killed by himself, Xiao Tian's breathing became rapid. "Kill one villain, save many good people." Remembering the words of chivalrous heroes in movies and TV shows, Xiao Tian felt a little better. After calming his breathing, he charged into the encirclement. Seeing a skilled young man helping them kill bandits, the镖局 (bodyguard agency) members became even more valiant. But in the blink of an eye, they were completely overwhelmed. The young man in the silver robes lowered his waist, swung his sword, and a sword aura over ten feet long flashed past, severing limbs of the bandits in front of him, their screams filling the air. Sword aura projected outwards? This was a skill possessed only by a renowned master with at least sixty years of internal energy cultivation. How old was this child? The experienced elders of the镖局 were astonished. Even the inexperienced young镖师 (bodyguard agents) stared wide-eyed in disbelief. Regardless of their shock, the silver-robed youth, wielding his sword in a backhand motion, flashed forward, leaving a trail of afterimages as he charged from the front of the battlefield. The bandits in his path froze, then with a "swoosh" from their necks, spurted blood, and fell dead. Another flash, and a group of bandits, a cluster of silver afterimages, spewed forth more blood. The bandits panicked. The bandit leader, who had initially thought he could wipe out the entire escort agency, was initially unconcerned when a young man suddenly appeared to help them. However, the young man proved incredibly skilled, killing over twenty of his own men in such a short time. He drew his golden-ringed broadsword to meet the young man's attack. The strike was like a tiger pouncing on its prey, creating a gust of wind as it slashed towards Xiao Tian. Xiao Tian, however, remained unfazed. His previous test kill had confirmed just how overpowered his swordsman skills were in the real world. Not to mention the bandit leader's lack of even a master's aura. He charged forward with a five-hit combo, engulfing the bandit leader and several of his men. With a "swoosh," before the bandit leader could even react to the afterimage of the young man vanishing under the blade and splitting into five, the sword pierced his body. It was too fast; the bandit leader hadn't even seen the blade fall before he collapsed, his last thought being: "Damn it, I've kicked a hornet's nest!" This is it, we're all doomed. If there's a next life, remember to plant your eyes before you rob someone, so you don't get ganked again! "He killed my brother! Kill him!" "I will avenge my brother!""Give me back my brother's life!" These bandits, hardened and ruthless as ever, knew they had no way out today, so they all attacked Xiao Tian, which relieved the remaining镖局 (bodyguard agency) members. They've banded together, haven't they? Xiao Tian showed no mercy, raising his sword to kill the remaining dozen or so bandits. One kill, two kills, three kills, twenty-eight kills! You're almost a god! You've surpassed a god! You've become an unprecedented killing god! When the last bandit fell, Xiao Tian breathed a sigh of relief. Killing evil people was truly exhilarating. If this were LoL, he'd be in the top 10. The镖局 members cheered. A narrow escape from death meant good fortune was on the horizon! And with all the bandits dead, they wouldn't have to live in fear anymore. A middle-aged man, seemingly the leader of a security escort agency, approached Jiang Xiaotian and said, "Thank you for your help, young hero. I am Sun Biaotou of the Central Plains Security Escort Agency. This time, I was escorting Master Cheng's mountain goods and furs back to Yangzhou when we were ambushed by this band of mountain bandits. They were incredibly cunning, and we were caught in an ambush today. Fortunately, you intervened, young hero, or we would have perished here. May I ask your esteemed name, where you live, and which senior master you studied under? At such a young age, you have already reached the realm of 'Three Flowers Gathering at the Top' and 'Five Qi Converging at the Origin,' and the level of your sword energy is truly ashamed of us."
Xiao Tian, hearing the middle-aged man call him "Young Hero," had been thinking, "Is this the basic title for a great hero?" He hadn't even heard what the rest of the conversation went on. "Young Hero!" Sun, the镖头 (bodyguard), called again when Xiao Tian ignored him. "Ah! What is it?" Xiao Tian snapped out of his reverie. "Well, Young Hero, thank you for your righteous help this time. I have five hundred taels of silver here, a small token of my appreciation, please accept it as travel expenses, is that alright?" The plump middle-aged merchant, who had been being protected, interrupted with a smile, holding a bag of silver. "Money? No need. My master said, 'Never ask others for payment.' As the saying goes, 'When you see injustice, you should draw your sword to help.' Please don't be so polite." Xiao Tian's eyes lit up at the sight of the silver. But then he thought, since they'd already called him "Young Hero," how could he possibly compromise his principles for a pittance and ruin the noble image they'd created for him? So he said in a rather pretentious manner. "Oh, young hero, you are truly righteous! You must be on your way to meet some renowned figures in Jiangnan and explore the martial world. This post road will take less than a day to reach Yangzhou. Since you are new to the martial world, you must not yet have a place to stay. Why not come and visit my home? My whole family will host a feast to express our gratitude for your life-saving grace, and you can also enjoy the beautiful scenery of the Jiangnan water towns." New to the world? This handsome, dashing young man, a portly merchant who had spent half his life traveling and doing business, naturally recognized the astonishing skill of his second son. Those so-called "Ten Young Masters" of the martial arts world were utterly inferior to this young man in both skill and appearance. Although I am one of the wealthiest men in Yangzhou, unfortunately, I have no martial arts experts to back me up. The enormous sums I spend each year bribing officials and those in both the legitimate and underworld circles of Suzhou and Hangzhou, even after exhausting all my connections, can only hire some second-rate "masters." My youngest daughter is already 14 years old, and her beauty is renowned throughout Yangzhou. Those bastards have probably already hired several matchmakers. Heh heh, fresh out of school, has any hero ever been swayed by a beautiful woman? Seems not. Go back, yes, I have to go back. I have more money than I could spend in several lifetimes, if I keep going I'll be richer than a country. If I really become richer than a country, that'll be damn bad. I only have a few money-losing sons and no sons, but if I had this son-in-law, what would I be afraid of? The shrewd, fat merchant squinted at the peerless young man before him, making a plan. "Yangzhou? Jiangnan?" Jiang Xiaotian was always willing to ask questions about things he didn't know. Of course, he didn't know what "ashamed" meant either. Finally, with the merchant's patient explanation, he learned that it was present-day Hangzhou. So you're letting everyone know I'm a young hero! I have to go, I absolutely have to go! Speaking of which, the beauties of Jiangnan were unparalleled in ancient times. "Okay, let's go." Xiaotian seemed extremely happy. Not far from Yangzhou, the hapless man, who had never ridden in an ancient carriage and was clueless about social etiquette, ignored the eager expressions of the镖局 (bodyguard agency) members and was easily swayed by the fat merchant's tales of the picturesque scenery of Jiangnan and the alluring charm of its women, eventually getting into the carriage. Before long, the words "Uncle" and "Nephew" echoed from behind the carriage curtains, leaving the镖师 (bodyguards) speechless with astonishment. The head镖师, Sun, couldn't help but sigh; the merchant was truly cunning. As evening fell, the caravan entered this famous ancient Chinese city. After exchanging farewells with the head镖师 and the others, they followed the fat merchant to his residence. Looking at the towering gatehouse, adorned with the large, flamboyant characters "Ren Mansion," and the vast, ornately decorated mansion spanning tens of thousands of square meters, Jiang Xiaotian couldn't help but exclaim in astonishment, "Wow, this is incredibly wealthy! A real tycoon!" "Nephew, this is our home. It's getting late. Please have dinner with me first, then rest for the night. Tomorrow, I'll take you to see the beautiful scenery of Yangzhou." With that, he grabbed Xiaotian's hand and strode inside. "Master is back! Master has finally returned after more than a month of shopping! Quick, quick, tell the kitchen to start a fire immediately! You, you, and you, quickly go and inform the First Madam, the Second Madam, and the young lady!" The white-haired old steward in the gatehouse was overjoyed to see the young and old entering. The middle-aged, plump merchant's surname was Ren, which I forgot to mention earlier. Jiang Xiaotian and Old Man Ren headed to the main hall for the banquet. Along the way, they saw magnificent pavilions and towers, lush trees and rocks, a grander spectacle than anything seen in movies and TV shows. Even more luxurious. Before they even passed the second gate, they saw many servants running around. What a wealthy family! It took at least five minutes to reach a magnificent, ornately decorated building with carved beams and painted rafters. Above the entrance were the elegant characters "Xiangshi Lou" (Fragrant Food Pavilion). They had finally arrived. Shocked by the sheer size of the mansion, Xiao Tian cautiously followed Old Master Li into the building, glancing left and right. Turning past a screen displaying beautiful women, they saw a group of servants and maids surrounding two elegantly dressed women standing at the entrance. These must be Uncle Ren's two wives, right? It was surprising that this wealthy, fat merchant only had two wives; he really was a good man. Suddenly, a fragrant breeze wafted in, and a sweet, melodious voice rang out: "Father, you're back! Junwan missed you so much! Have you found the warm jade I wanted?" A beautiful young woman in a pink dress, holding a small fragrant fan, stepped over the threshold and rushed into Old Master Ren's arms, calling out sweetly. Two maids followed behind her, carrying the girl's trailing, feathered dress. The pretty young woman glanced at Jiang Xiaotian, staring at the dashing, handsome, and charming Jiang Xiaotian who had stepped out of the character creation template in Blade & Soul. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, "Oh, Daddy, you brought a guest back? Whose son is this young man? What brings him to our house?" She nestled in Old Ren's arms, secretly observing the silver-clad young man who had returned with his father. Her eyes were bright and alluring, her words tinged with shyness. Damn, what a beautiful young woman! She's practically a carbon copy of Liu Yifei! Could this rich young lady have taken a liking to my young hero Jiang and wants to steal me as her husband? "Junwan, instead of staying with your mother and stepmother, why did you run off alone? That's so unruly! Don't you have any manners of a proper young lady?" Although Old Ren's tone was stern, everyone could see from his plump old face how much he doted on his youngest daughter, Ren Junwan. "Junwan, this is your father's savior. Madam, you should also come and thank Young Hero Jiang. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have made it back this time." Old Ren pulled the young beauty along, introducing the two beautiful women. "Hehehe~! What a handsome young man! I never imagined that you, who seem so gentle and scholarly, would possess the superb skills of a martial arts hero. This lady greets you." A silvery voice rang out, not as delicate as a young girl's, but rather round and languid, with a natural pride and allure that captivated the listener, yet dared not offend in the slightest. This First Madam Ren was a mature, elegant, and graceful woman. Having reached the center of the porch, she gently raised her beautiful eyes, slightly parted her cherry lips, and smiled. Xiao Tian felt as if a spring breeze had caressed his face; her exquisitely beautiful face seemed to light up, and the lights around him seemed to dim considerably. "This humble concubine greets you also. Thank you, Young Hero Jiang, for saving my master; you have saved our entire family. Please accept this bow from me." Upon seeing the appearance of Old Ren's second wife, Xiao Tian's heart fluttered once more. It was a face with a celestial charm, delicate and smooth as jade, with a faint, alluring blush. Her nose was high and slightly curved, paired with captivating, deep, crescent-shaped eyes. Her innate bewitching allure made one lose their composure after just a few glances. "Yes, thank you for saving my father. Please accept this bow from Jun Wan." This woman was clearly still young; her cherry lips, still small and delicate, were slightly fuller, adding to her charm. Yet, the aura surrounding her jade-like face was noble and elegant, with a touch of irresistible, bewitching allure. She was more beautiful than Liu Yifei, and more charming than Korean dance goddess Chae Yeon; she was truly a peerless beauty destined to topple kingdoms. Looking at the two stunning beauties and the young girl before him, Jiang Xiaotian, the poor, short, and ugly shut-in from his previous life, was instantly flustered and blushed deeply. "Hehe, nephew Jiang, this is my first wife, Madam Ren Yanran, the daughter of my former private tutor, Scholar Ji. Ten years ago, she was one of the three most talented women in Yangzhou, and she's also Junwan's mother. This is my second wife, Madam Ren Shaoxia, whose original surname is Li. Her family fell into poverty, and she was forced into prostitution. Hehe, it was fate that brought her back home. This is my daughter, Ren Junwan, fourteen years old, unmarried, but she's been spoiled rotten, so please don't laugh, nephew. Haha, we also have another daughter who is already married and not at home. Get up, don't scare my little nephew. This is a future master trained by a super martial arts senior. She saved this old man on her very first trip into the martial arts world. She's currently in Yangzhou, making her way here, and doesn't have a place to stay yet." After saying this, he pulled Xiaotian to the table, occasionally turning back to wink at his two wives and gesturing with his lips towards his youngest daughter. At this moment, Jiang Xiaotian was a little dizzy. Ji Yanran, Li Shaoxia, Ren Junwan... Ren Junwan? Seeing Jiang Xiaotian's flushed face upon seeing his daughter, Old Ren knew things were looking promising. He was delighted and, while Jiang Xiaotian ate and drank, chatted about everything under the sun – the charm of Jiangnan, the famous martial arts masters of Yangzhou, their renowned skills and anecdotes – they got along very well. He even praised his daughter, Junwan, to the skies, saying she was incredibly well-educated, gentle, and charming. After several rounds of wine and dishes, Madam Yanran picked up a porcelain cup. Her delicate fingers, long and slender, as if carved from jade, held the cup as if it were a perfect match. She poured the wine onto her red lips and said with a charming smile, "Young Master Jiang, your help not only saved our master but also our whole family. How can we repay your kindness? You are a woman of unparalleled charm, a reincarnation of Pan An, with unparalleled elegance...""This has stirred my precious daughter Junwan's heart." "Yes, it's said that the most difficult thing to resist is the kindness of a beautiful woman. Young hero, has your family arranged a marriage for you?" Second Madam Li Shaoxia also asked jokingly. "Oh, Mother, you're so naughty, why did you suddenly bring this up? I'm so embarrassed, I'm so embarrassed, I'm not coming anymore, Xiaohe and Xiaocui, let's go quickly." She glanced at Jiang Xiaotian, who was laughing like a fool after being asked the question. She grabbed the two maids serving her and ran away like the wind with blushing faces. "Nephew Jiang, our daughter is shy, give us an answer." Old Ren was very pleased that the two ladies understood his meaning. It was rare for him to have such high martial arts skills and such a devastatingly handsome appearance. Old Ren was even more determined to cheer him on. "Uh... thank you for your kindness, Uncle Ren and both ladies. I've never known my parents since I was little. From a young age, I was raised by my master, who taught me martial arts and knowledge. Until recently, my master passed away, leaving me no fortune to pursue anything else. That's why I've left the mountains to try my luck and build a foundation before settling down and starting a family." Our hapless protagonist had no choice but to fabricate a pitiful backstory for himself. "Got it!" Old Fox Ren, hearing Jiang Xiaotian's naive confession, immediately sensed an opportunity and quickly winked at his wife. The First Madam gracefully took the wine bottle from Xiaotian's hand, smiling alluringly as she leaned forward slightly to fill his glass. This tilt made her curvaceous figure even more pronounced, her allure naturally captivating. Jiang Xiaotian was momentarily dazzled. As the shut-in stared in disbelief, Second Madam Shaoxia suddenly embraced his head, pulling him close to her chest, tears welling in her eyes. "What a pitiful child! So young, yet he's suffered so much. He's lost the love of his parents since childhood. At such a young age, he has to go to the martial world to live a life of bloodshed and hardship. How can I bear it? Sister, I can't have another child. Our family only has Junwan as our heir, and she's a girl. If she marries, our family line will end. Why don't we invite our nephew Jiang to marry into our family? A beauty and a hero will surely become a legend in Yangzhou. What do you say, sir?" "Absolutely, absolutely! Nephew, since you have no parents, I'd rather treat you as my son than a nephew. From now on, everything I have is yours to inherit. Think it over carefully, don't refuse." (If you agree, then drink it all.) As he spoke, the old scoundrel widened his thieving eyes, nervously glancing at the red-faced, panting young man leaning against his Second Madam's chest. "Only an idiot would refuse." Having lived a life steeped in modern life, this poor, short, and unattractive man had never encountered such a huge windfall. In ancient times, marrying into a family and changing one's surname was seen as a dead end, a path with no way to escape poverty, but for this scoundrel Jiang Xiaotian, it held no sway whatsoever. Feeling the heaving waves of the second wife's bosom and intoxicating fragrance, and the first wife's eager, alluring gaze, he inwardly gasped… "Uncle Ren, and both ladies. Thank you for your kindness to your nephew. As the saying goes, a slender and graceful lady is a gentleman's ideal. Upon seeing Miss Junwan, I was immediately captivated. I am an orphan, and my master has passed away, so I entrust this marriage to Uncle Ren. No, Father and Mother, cheers!" Our scoundrel Jiang Xiaotian, without batting an eye, left the soft temptation of the second wife's chest, picked up the wine glass on the table, and downed it in a toast. "Hahaha, Heaven has eyes! I'm over fifty and finally have a son, and such a brilliant and exceptionally skilled genius at that!" Old Man Ren laughed heartily, tears welling in his eyes, his wicked scheme succeeding. This was the genuine smile and tears of an ancient man who had spent most of his life toiling in business without a son to inherit the family fortune. His vast empire finally had an heir, and when his grandson had a chance, he would bear his surname and carry half of his bloodline. He could finally face his ancestors with a clear conscience after death. The two ladies also smiled, genuinely. They had been reluctant to see their daughters nearing marriage, but now they had found such an outstanding young martial arts master to marry into their family. Their immense wealth now had a solid foundation. Their master no longer needed to risk his life at such an advanced age. The future looked so bright. Even the scoundrel Jiang Xiaotian smiled, genuinely. Having transmigrated to this ancient martial arts world, he instantly transformed from a poor, short, and ugly man into a tall, rich, and handsome one, possessing astonishing martial arts prowess. Finally, he won the heart of a fourteen-year-old beautiful and wealthy girl. What more could he ask for? To venture into the martial arts world? Venture my ass! I'm already a rich second-generation, okay? Wahahaha… The next morning, Jiang Xiaotian opened his eyes early. The hangover from the previous night hadn't affected this rascal at all. Actually, in ancient times, after marrying into a family, one takes the wife's surname. Let's call him Ren Xiaotian in advance. Shameless, isn't he… The fresh morning air, mixed with the fragrance of ebony wood beside his nose, made him feel refreshed. Staring at the antique furniture filling the room, he couldn't help but dream about his wonderful future life. "Good morning, Xiao Tian." Just as he got up, dressed, and went out, his second aunt's languid voice rang out. "Hmm, second aunt, you're up early too. Father is truly blessed to have married you." This shameless idiot immediately switched to the role, addressing her directly. "Hehehe, you're such a smooth talker, child. Jun Wan, that little girl, has been waiting for you in the front yard since early this morning to go to the temple fair together. Here, take this thousand taels of silver. Buy whatever you like. Our family lacks nothing but money. If you run out, just ask Steward Li for more. Remember to come back for dinner." His second aunt laughed heartily, her breasts bouncing excitedly. Xiao Tian felt a surge of discomfort in his groin at the sight of his second aunt's mature and alluring figure and her captivating charm. To avoid further embarrassment, he quickly grabbed the silver and ran out in a flustered state. "Second Madam, the way you look at Young Master Jiang is like a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law. Hehe, Master went to find the matchmaker early this morning too. Is this handsome young man really going to become Miss's son-in-law?" the old maid beside the second madam sighed. The beautiful young woman who had been waiting for her beloved raised her head. Her eyebrows were curved like willow leaves, her bright and alluring eyes were like the moon, her nose was delicate, her lips were red and tempting, her waist was as graceful as a willow, and her breasts and buttocks were beginning to take shape. Her long dress fell to the ground, and her eyes were full of affection. The little girl in front of her, who was only fourteen years old, already had the potential to become a beauty that could topple kingdoms in the future. She was just waiting for Jiang Xiaotian, this shameless wolf in sheep's clothing who had transmigrated from another world, to swallow her whole. "Brother Jiang, I saw that you were still sleeping. I was afraid that you were tired from drinking with Father yesterday, so I didn't wake you up. There is a temple fair today. You grew up in the deep mountains and have never seen one before, right? Shall I take you to play?" The beautiful young woman's voice was very soft and shy. "Little sister, you're so good to me. Let's go, let's go take a look." Seeing an opportunity, Xiao Tian took advantage of the little girl, upgrading her address from "Miss Ren" to "little sister." The two went out one after the other. Jiang Xiao Tian stared at the girl's slender waist and plump buttocks swaying under her skirt from behind, his eyes blazing, his lips dry. His gaze finally settled on the girl's still-developing but already firm and rounded buttocks... Xiao Tian grabbed the little beauty's delicate hand. Her hand was smooth as cream, warm as soft jade, and felt incredibly comfortable to touch. He couldn't resist tickling her palm a couple of times, teasing her a little. "Little sister, just call me husband, we'll be family sooner or later anyway." He'd seen plenty of shameless people, but none were as thick-skinned as this scoundrel. The little beauty, spoiled and pampered by her father since childhood, loathed conformity. This future husband's lecherousness didn't bother her; on the contrary, she liked him very much. Her small hands were being grabbed and pinched by this rascal, the warmth emanating from his palms seeming to seep into her heart. Her cheeks flushed, her heart pounded wildly, and she whispered, "Husband, I—I want to, I want to be yours soon." As soon as the pretty girl finished speaking, her heart pounded like a deer's, a strange feeling welling up inside her. Her body heated up, her long legs involuntarily pressed together, and her body swayed gently, burning hot. Xiao Tian was stunned for a moment, then felt as if he had drunk a potent liquor, a feeling of exhilaration washing over him. He released her small hands, mustered his courage, and pulled the pretty girl, whom he was playing with, into his arms. Two warm, soft mounds gently pressed against his chest, and he boldly placed his hands on her round, pert buttocks. "Oh dear, we're almost on the street, it wouldn't be good if someone saw us. Let's go to the temple fair. Good husband, good brother, please?" The pretty girl murmured, her eyes glazed, her lips parted, and her body trembling slightly. Jiang Xiaotian felt an urge to hug this charming little girl tightly and kiss her hard. It's true, girls of thirteen or fourteen in ancient times were more mature than girls in later generations; they were already marriageable. Especially this little girl's development—she was just as good as his high school classmates from his previous life. She was still a virgin, yet so alluring. In a few years, after he trained her, wouldn't she become a bewitching little vixen, draining him dry? He'd be exhausted to death! He gently pinched the tender flesh of her round buttocks, then slowly moved towards her crotch, while his large penis thrust forward, pressing against her virginity through her skirt—a place she'd never touched before, a place she was too ashamed to even clean herself. Although it was through her skirt and blouse, the little girl, a pure and innocent beauty, had never experienced anything like this before. She felt something hot pressing against her private parts; even through her clothes, she could feel the astonishing heat. She gasped instantly, her face flushed with shyness, her legs instinctively clamping together, her body going limp, and she collapsed into the arms of her future husband. "Good husband, good brother, don't... The precepts for women say that only... only after worship...""Only after we're married can I give myself to you. Otherwise, my father will kill me." The little beauty used her last bit of strength to break free from her beloved's embrace, shyly got up, and ran away. "Haha, you big bad guy trying to bully Wan'er, come and catch me! Hehe..." She skipped away with a series of clear, charming laughs like silver bells... "Ha, okay, you dare to tease me, I'll catch you and punish you properly." Jiang Xiaotian, this rascal, was furious that his prize had flown away, and he chased after her... The two were in love, and their feelings for each other grew stronger over the next month. Of course, in ancient times, who could openly date like them with their parents' permission? They would have been drowned in a pig cage long ago. As the auspicious day that the old man Ren had consulted the Taoist priest for drew closer, their wedding was to take place the next day. The beautiful, charming, and adorable little girl was about to become our protagonist Xiaotian's first exclusive wife. That night, Xiaotiankeng was listening to Master Ren and the two ladies about the etiquette to observe at the wedding the next day. Suddenly, everyone was awakened by a commotion. Wondering what had happened, they went outside. Several servants looked panicked. Just as they were about to ask what was wrong, the young lady's maid ran in, shouting, "Master, Madam, something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened! Something horrible!" With the wedding day approaching, what could possibly be so terrible? Looking at the dark sky, and seeing no flames around the house, he frowned and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you so flustered? Don't you have any manners?"
The maid rushed to Master Ren, crying, "Master, something terrible has happened! Miss is in trouble! Waaah, my poor Miss!" Xiao Tian, hearing this, also panicked. He asked in alarm, "What happened? What's wrong? Tell me quickly!"
The maid hesitated slightly, seeing Jiang Xiao Tian's urgency, but still told the truth, "The window to Miss's room has been torn open, and someone has come in. I heard Miss crying. Please, Master, Madam!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Xiaotian nearly fainted. His heart filled with anxiety, the three of them rushed to Ren Junwan's boudoir. When they arrived, the scene before them filled them with rage. What should have been the beautiful young woman's private room reeked of a strong, metallic scent of semen. The charming little girl was ravaged, like a withered flower, clutching her pillow and sobbing softly. All her clothes had vanished, leaving her completely naked before them. Her full, firm, and budding breasts, bruised and bitten, stood proudly erect, trembling with saliva stains. Her vulva, which should have been untouched by human hands, was completely hairless, her pink labia torn, swollen, and turned inside out, revealing her small, red clitoris like a shyly emerging lotus bud, twitching and trembling. The most alluring, unobstructed opening of the fairy cave was still gushing out a mixture of the blood of a pure virgin and the thick white semen of a man. The sheets were covered in a shocking stain of semen, vaginal fluid, and blood. "This…" At this moment, the old scoundrel Ren revealed an almost murderous expression, his forehead veins bulging as if he wanted to devour someone. "This… Waaah… My poor son! Heavens, are you blind?" Jiang Xiaotian stared blankly at his fiancée's pitiful state after being violated, a surge of rage rising within him. He jumped out of the window and onto the roof. He looked around but didn't find a single suspicious figure. Even with such a powerful cheat ability after transmigrating, he still couldn't escape the bad luck of his previous life. Fuming with rage, he roared like thunder, his voice echoing through half the night sky of Yangzhou: "Roar... Who is it? Who the hell are you? Don't let me find you. Otherwise, I'll wipe out your whole family!" "Master... Waaah... What are you doing? No!" The cries from inside the room startled Xiao Tian again, and he quickly rolled over and rushed into the inner room. There he saw his future father-in-law holding a sharp sword, about to kill the beautiful young woman on the bed, our Miss Ren Junwan. She was being held back tightly by his aunt and stepmother. Crying and pleading… Jiang Xiaotian was shocked and quickly snatched the sword, saying, “Father-in-law, what are you doing?” Old Ren seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, his eyes red as he said to Xiaotian, “Nephew Jiang, I admire your unparalleled martial arts and originally wanted my daughter to become your beautiful husband, so that our great fortune would have a backer. But now it seems impossible. My daughter is now a withered flower, a broken shoe. Even if she marries a pig or a dog, no one would want her. How can she possibly marry someone like you, who will become a peerless hero? Let’s annul this engagement. I won’t kill her; let her spend her life with a wooden fish and a cassock, forever accompanied by the lamplight. Alas… what a tragedy…” No way, this is my life as a rich second-generation! In my previous life, who could find such a rare find as a virgin after junior high school? Didn’t they all fall in love and vow to cherish each other no matter what the other had been through before, and then happily get married? This stunningly beautiful little girl was just taken advantage of once by someone else. So what if she was taken? Fine, I'm unlucky. But to just abandon her after she's only been with one person? That would be a huge loss! I'll marry her and cherish her. This unfortunate and pathetic fellow thought for a moment, then made his decision and loudly proclaimed, "Father, Aunt and Second Aunt, Wanmei is incomparably beautiful, a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky. I truly love her. Even after this ordeal of losing my virginity, I still want to marry her as my beloved wife. Please grant my request, Father." "This, this won't do. If word gets out, it will severely damage your reputation." Old Man Ren was somewhat tempted, but looking at the room full of figures, he couldn't help but feel dejected. "Crack!" The sound of a sharp sword piercing flesh and crushing bone was incessant. A figure filled the room and courtyard, leaving a trail of afterimages. Hearing the commotion, the twenty-odd servants and maids who had followed stared in disbelief, collapsing to the ground one by one, spitting blood. "Father, Mother, no one will ever know of Wan'er's ordeal again. Wan'er is still my pure and innocent bride, Xiaotian's little sister." In the blink of an eye, our ruthless protagonist used a flash and a five-hit combo to cut down all the servants present. "Ah..." The two Madam Rens, knowing Jiang Xiaotian possessed unparalleled martial arts skills, were shocked by their future son-in-law's earth-shattering swordsmanship. It was a skill far beyond the mere fancy moves and empty punches of the guards they had previously hired. The weeping beauty, our little loli Ren Junwan, stopped sobbing. She stared blankly as her fiancé slaughtered all the servants who had seen her disheveled state. He even said he would still marry her as his beloved wife. Grasping at a straw, she threw herself into the arms of her handsome fiancé, Xiaotian, and burst into tears. Bu Gun, her body ravaged and disheveled, desperately burrowed into her little brother Jiang Xiaotian's arms. The petite, naked beauty, her skin white, threw herself into his embrace, sobbing and arching her back. Jiang Xiaotian, a virgin for two lifetimes, couldn't help but feel his blood boil. He instinctively cupped the little beauty's bottom, now stained with the marks of her lovemaking, and lifted her into his arms, gently comforting her. "Good, my good son-in-law, I didn't misjudge you. Our Ren family owes you. It will be done as you said, the wedding will proceed as planned tomorrow. I'll go to the authorities now to report that a group of bandits came to our house to rob us of our money, but they were repelled by our servants. I'll apply for a loyal servant for them, and all the elderly and children in the family will be supported by the Ren family." Seeing his children embracing each other so affectionately, Old Man Ren was moved and rallied his spirits to begin the cleanup. Everything unfolded according to the predetermined script. The youngest daughter of the Ren family, the richest family in Yangzhou, was being married off, causing a great sensation in the city and the surrounding villages. The trees along the entire street were draped in bright red and green silk. Hundreds of tables were set up for a grand banquet, stretching from one end of the street to the other. The crackling of firecrackers never stopped from morning till night. It's worth mentioning that everyone assumed the man being chosen as a son-in-law was either a weasel-faced monster or deaf, mute, or disabled. Otherwise, why would he have betrayed his family and changed his name to marry into the woman's family? Unfortunately, amidst the exclamations of the Central Plains镖局 (bodyguard agencies), everyone finally realized that the handsome, dashing, and debonair man beneath the bright red robe was actually a highly skilled young swordsman. They couldn't help but sigh in disbelief. What incredible luck the Ren family had! Many of the brides-to-be attending the wedding banquet were heartbroken to see their handsome grooms marrying other women… From morning till night, I was busy, forcing a smile as I greeted wave after wave of guests—gentry, scholars, stewards, and even some unknown figures from both the underworld and the legitimate world. Finally, as the moon rose, I, slightly tipsy from drinking, refused the maid's help and made my way to our private courtyard. Ever since Xiao Wan was raped, I've been a bit shy around strangers, so I refused all servants' access to our secluded courtyard. Hmm? Something's fishy. As soon as I entered the courtyard, I heard two voices coming from the inner room—crying and fighting? Could it be… something's wrong. My drunkenness subsided a bit, and I rushed straight to our bridal chamber. Before I even entered, I heard a very lewd voice… "Stop struggling, little lady. You gave me your first time, you're already my wife. If you dare cry and resist again, I'll give you a full bottle of this 'Spring Water Goddess Drug' and throw you in the front hall. Let everyone have their fun with this exquisite little vixen. You're called Ren Junwan, right? Then let everyone have their fun with you, hahaha..." "No! You rogue, you bastard! You've ruined my life, and now you want to ruin my wedding? What do you want? My family is rich. I'll have my father give you ten thousand taels of silver, then you'll let go..." "Go away... Waaah... My husband's coming, you'd better leave... Waaah... My husband's martial arts are really strong, if you mess around again I'll have him kill you... Get out..." "Yes, your husband is strong, I could tell from that roar that night. But what can he do? If he dares to move, I'll shout and attract all the guests drinking your wedding wine in the front hall. Look at this naked little slut who's having an affair on her wedding night, isn't that great? Don't bite your tongue. If you dare to commit suicide, I'll throw your naked bottom out. Throw it into your husband's face." He changed from threatening to stripping himself naked. "Waaah... You're shameless, Brother Tian, husband, where are you? Come save me! The flower thief, the flower thief is here again, waaah..." Standing outside the bridal chamber, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. Yes, if I barged in like this, that lecherous thief's shouts would attract the guests. How would my little wife and I face them then? I didn't care, but Xiao Wanwan, who had lost her virginity again on her wedding night, would be unable to defend herself and would be drowned in a pig cage. No, I can't hurt her. Fine, you've angered me, you lecher. To eliminate any future trouble, the moment you get out will be your death. Having made up my mind, I used my saliva to pierce the paper window in the corner of the wall. Through the dim light of the large red candles that were burning for our wedding, I saw a scene that made me tremble all over, humiliated and spitting blood. This lecher was tearing open his loincloth, and a thick, black penis sprang out, sticking up high. This penis was slightly inferior to mine. Not as thick or as long as mine. The glans wasn't as big as mine either. He sat directly on our wedding bed, lifted the bright red wedding quilt, and grabbed my newlywed little wife, who had already been stripped naked, and pulled her close. One of his hairy black hands grabbed my little wife's fair and white breasts and began to knead them vigorously, while his other hand reached down to my little wife's lower body and began to rub his fingers between my little wife's smooth, hairless vulva. My beloved wife trembled, like a withered lotus in the wind, being caressed like this by a philanderer on our wedding night in our bridal chamber. And this wicked thief, cruelly taking advantage of her precious body again, was violating her. Under my bloodshot gaze, my beloved wife couldn't help but moan as she was violated, "Ah...ah...no...""No... Waaah..." The lecherous thief had already begun sucking on one of my little wife's pink nipples, making shameful "smack" and "smack" sounds, sucking and groaning as he did so. One hand was already inside my little wife's no longer pure, hairless vagina, thrusting in and out. Bastard, he's a real expert, his flirting skills are no less than those of the lewd male actors in later AVs. How could my little wife, such a tender little loli, withstand him doing this? Watching him spread my newlywed wife's fair legs apart, my wife looked extremely nervous, her hands tightly gripping the sheets, looking completely lost. I clenched my fists, but didn't do anything. To be honest, my mind went blank at that moment, after all, I had never experienced anything like this before. In the blink of an eye, he had already climbed on top of my girlfriend. And he directly used his hand to hold his inferior, larger-than-average black penis, aiming it at my newlywed little loli's flesh hole. The purplish-red glans, after only one day, was once again pressed against my wife's vaginal opening. He started to thrust his buttocks forward, and before I could react, that despicable lecher had already thrust his thing into my wife's vagina with a "plop" amidst my wife's screams of "Ah ah." A few drops of vaginal fluid splattered out. I was stunned. In just two short days, my little wife had been violated again. Seeing my newlywed wife being attacked again by this lecherous scoundrel on our wedding night was truly agonizing. If it weren't for the fear of making a scene or my little wife catching him in bed with another man, I would have wanted to go and kill him with a sword. Especially seeing my wife's cherry-like mouth wide open, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, panting and moaning, I couldn't help but look again with hatred at the point where their lower bodies were joined. Compared to my wife's virginal bliss, this guy seemed far too thick, and my heart ached for him. The lecherous thief, however, was busy. His penis was halfway in; it seemed my little wife's vagina was very tight, and he couldn't go all the way in at once. His buttocks moved back and forth, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, swaying left and right. Amidst the lewd sounds of thick flesh rubbing against tender flesh, I watched as this lecherous thief's dark, smelly penis slowly squeezed into my little wife's pink, tender vagina. Finally, amidst my wife's soft moans, he was all the way in. The thief paused slightly, looking at my lovely wife with a lewd grin, and said, "Little lady, your vagina is so tight, so tight, it feels so good! Damn, it can even suck people in. This is a top-tier 'Spring Water Line'!" That despicable guy, even after getting his way, didn't forget to tease my wife. He chuckled lewdly, his buttocks slamming into my girlfriend's lower body with each thrust. His thick, erect penis plunged in and out of her vagina, the pink flesh turning inside out with lewd "plop" sounds. His entire body writhed like a fat pig on my newlywed, young, and delicate wife, who was completely naked and convulsing. My wife, finally overcome with shame, closed her eyes. She knew there was no way to stop the ugly lecherous thief's obscene acts on her. To make him finish his lust and leave without disturbing her husband, the innocent and naive girl huffed and puffed as she climbed onto the back of the rhythmically thief. His penis was too thick, and the frequency was getting faster and faster. Under my burning gaze, my little wife moaned and groaned, "Mmm," "Ah," "No, no," spreading her fair, delicate legs even wider to withstand the increasingly forceful thrusts of the lecherous man on top of her. Damn it, I've been typing all night, hungry and exhausted. I originally intended to write two chapters. I'm sleepy and won't be dividing it into chapters anymore. Administrator, please give me more points and tens of thousands of words, hehe. This short chapter is a test piece I wrote recently because I've been lacking inspiration for "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." Anyone like this story? The sequel will follow this plot, with the protagonist moving abroad. Want some? If so, reply so I can polish it up. Two months have passed since the trial version of "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." In the hellish training at the base, my potential has been greatly explored, and my combat skills have improved significantly. "Boom!" The violent sounds of fists colliding echoed continuously in the nearly 500-square-meter enclosed underground training ground. A handsome, delicate-looking young boy was sent flying into the air after exchanging punches with a burly, bald man. The burly man on the ground wasn't faring any better; the intense pain from his fists and the immense force he endured slammed him to the ground like a raging tidal wave, plowing him backward for about ten meters before finally coming to a stop. "God said, 'Let there be light in this world.'" Suddenly, a blinding beam of light erupted in the space, already illuminated as if by daylight. "Not good!" The white-bearded old man in a Tang suit, temporarily blinded by the beam, tumbled several times, crossing his arms to protect his chest. But the force of the attack, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, still slammed into him. The boy, having used the powerful light spell derived from his Holy Light technique in mid-air, blinded the powerful figures surrounding him. Then came the Tiger Cannon Fist: a powerful iron fist with a tiger's roar and thunderous sound, used for close-range beatings. This technique involves rapidly mobilizing internal energy, compressing the surrounding air, and concentrating it on the fist to unleash a long-range bombardment of energy clouds—a cannon that can fire repeatedly, similar to the spherical shockwaves in Dragon Ball. It also involves explosively burning internal blood essence, frantically compressing internal energy, and drawing all internal and external energy into a high-speed rotating, compressed, and concentrated energy bar in the entire arm, forming a sharp, spiraling energy blast with extremely high penetrating power—a piercing cannon. This is the protagonist's ultimate move, with a long charging time and extremely high energy consumption, generally not used, similar to Piccolo Daimaō's Special Beam Cannon in Dragon Ball. These are the three cannon fist techniques I've created specifically for the protagonist. (Please don't laugh!) The young man, after knocking down the nearest elderly man in a Tang suit, stomped on the ground, using the momentum to move sideways. He narrowly dodged a flying sword thrusting from behind. With a flick of his wrist, he transferred the Bible to his left hand, and a cold, gleaming Desert Eagle suddenly appeared in his right. "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"... A series of metallic clanging sounds sniped the flying sword that had failed to strike and was now attacking again, sending it tumbling through the air. Two bullets then incredibly appeared in front of a disheveled Taoist priest, spinning a crescent shape in the air. Terrified, the priest forgot all about controlling his flying sword and simply rolled away to dodge the deadly bullets. "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, wandering ghosts, heed my command! Bind!" As the young boy shook his head and made adorable gestures, a chilling wind suddenly arose in the enclosed space hundreds of meters underground. A cold-blooded gunslinger, who had been lurking outside the battlefield, was about to pull the trigger to snipe the handsome and charming young boy when he was immediately struck by a bone-chilling wind. His body stiffened, unable to move, and the biting cold swept through his limbs and veins, freezing even his mind. "Tsk tsk tsk, impressive. No wonder you're my old master's true disciple, haha." "Not bad, not bad, my Hundred-Step Long Fist and Iron Shirt are no match for your freakish Cannon Fist. Damn it, every punch is like a cannonball, it hurts like hell." "Yeah, we can't even win a war of attrition. With a single recovery spell, even the most serious injuries are gone. And you can throw a bullet that can turn corners out of nowhere, it's impossible to defend against. I really have to admit I'm getting old." The handsome little boy who stood on the battlefield, fighting four opponents and still dominating, crushing his powerful enemies with overwhelming force, was me. With these three months of hellish training, I have been reborn, my combat ability and understanding and proficiency with my skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Outside this confined space, a group of men and women in white coats and several elderly men with the rank of general watched this crushing combat training from beginning to end through a giant screen of nearly ten square meters. "He's practically a human tank! I can't fathom how such a petite body can possess such explosive power. Academician Bai, is it really impossible to replicate his abilities, which seem straight out of Western mythology?" A senior general asked an elderly man in a white coat standing beside him. "Yes, General Cheng, we've tried to reproduce his abilities in others, both overtly and covertly, but all our attempts have failed. Even using the original priest's book he provided for others to study, we still couldn't replicate this miraculous ability. I think perhaps it can only be categorized as a supernatural power. Moreover, his supernatural power is incredibly systematic, integrating recovery, healing, support, exorcism, and combat. It's astonishing; even among the Western ability users listed in the highest-level computer files, there has never been a Western divine magic user with such a comprehensive and systematic ability."With a scream of "Ahhh!", a "plop" sound rang out as it thrust into my wife's vagina. Tiny drops of her juices splattered out. I was stunned. In just two short days, my beloved wife had been violated again. Seeing my newlywed wife being attacked again by this lecherous scoundrel on our wedding night was incredibly painful. If it weren't for the fear of making a scene or the despair of my wife catching him in bed with another man, I would have wanted to kill him with a sword. Especially seeing my wife's cherry-like mouth wide open, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, panting and moaning, I couldn't help but look again with hatred at their joined genitals. Compared to my wife's innocent pleasure, this thing seemed far too thick. My heart ached. That lecherous thief was busy, his penis halfway in. It seemed my little wife's vagina was very tight, so he couldn't go all the way in at once. His buttocks moved back and forth, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, swaying left and right. Amidst the lewd sounds of thick flesh rubbing against tender flesh, I watched as this lecherous thief's black, smelly penis slowly squeezed into my little wife's pink, tender vagina. Finally, amidst my wife's soft moans, he was all the way in. The thief paused slightly, looking at my lovely wife with a lewd grin, and said, "Little lady, your vagina is so tight, so tight, it feels so good! Damn, it can even suck people in. This is a top-tier 'Spring Water Line'!" That despicable guy, even after getting his way, didn't forget to tease my wife. He chuckled lewdly, his buttocks slamming into my girlfriend's lower body with each thrust. His thick, erect penis plunged in and out of her vagina, the pink flesh turning inside out with lewd "plop" sounds. His entire body writhed like a fat pig on my newlywed, young, and delicate wife, who was completely naked and convulsing. My wife, finally overcome with shame, closed her eyes. She knew there was no way to stop the ugly lecherous thief's obscene acts on her. To make him finish his lust and leave without disturbing her husband, the innocent and naive girl huffed and puffed as she climbed onto the back of the rhythmically thief. His penis was too thick, and the frequency was getting faster and faster. Under my burning gaze, my little wife moaned and groaned, "Mmm," "Ah," "No, no," spreading her fair, delicate legs even wider to withstand the increasingly forceful thrusts of the lecherous man on top of her. Damn it, I've been typing all night, hungry and exhausted. I originally intended to write two chapters. I'm sleepy and won't be dividing it into chapters anymore. Administrator, please give me more points and tens of thousands of words, hehe. This short chapter is a test piece I wrote recently because I've been lacking inspiration for "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." Anyone like this story? The sequel will follow this plot, with the protagonist moving abroad. Want some? If so, reply so I can polish it up. Two months have passed since the trial version of "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." In the hellish training at the base, my potential has been greatly explored, and my combat skills have improved significantly. "Boom!" The violent sounds of fists colliding echoed continuously in the nearly 500-square-meter enclosed underground training ground. A handsome, delicate-looking young boy was sent flying into the air after exchanging punches with a burly, bald man. The burly man on the ground wasn't faring any better; the intense pain from his fists and the immense force he endured slammed him to the ground like a raging tidal wave, plowing him backward for about ten meters before finally coming to a stop. "God said, 'Let there be light in this world.'" Suddenly, a blinding beam of light erupted in the space, already illuminated as if by daylight. "Not good!" The white-bearded old man in a Tang suit, temporarily blinded by the beam, tumbled several times, crossing his arms to protect his chest. But the force of the attack, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, still slammed into him. The boy, having used the powerful light spell derived from his Holy Light technique in mid-air, blinded the powerful figures surrounding him. Then came the Tiger Cannon Fist: a powerful iron fist with a tiger's roar and thunderous sound, used for close-range beatings. This technique involves rapidly mobilizing internal energy, compressing the surrounding air, and concentrating it on the fist to unleash a long-range bombardment of energy clouds—a cannon that can fire repeatedly, similar to the spherical shockwaves in Dragon Ball. It also involves explosively burning internal blood essence, frantically compressing internal energy, and drawing all internal and external energy into a high-speed rotating, compressed, and concentrated energy bar in the entire arm, forming a sharp, spiraling energy blast with extremely high penetrating power—a piercing cannon. This is the protagonist's ultimate move, with a long charging time and extremely high energy consumption, generally not used, similar to Piccolo Daimaō's Special Beam Cannon in Dragon Ball. These are the three cannon fist techniques I've created specifically for the protagonist. (Please don't laugh!) The young man, after knocking down the nearest elderly man in a Tang suit, stomped on the ground, using the momentum to move sideways. He narrowly dodged a flying sword thrusting from behind. With a flick of his wrist, he transferred the Bible to his left hand, and a cold, gleaming Desert Eagle suddenly appeared in his right. "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"... A series of metallic clanging sounds sniped the flying sword that had failed to strike and was now attacking again, sending it tumbling through the air. Two bullets then incredibly appeared in front of a disheveled Taoist priest, spinning a crescent shape in the air. Terrified, the priest forgot all about controlling his flying sword and simply rolled away to dodge the deadly bullets. "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, wandering ghosts, heed my command! Bind!" As the young boy shook his head and made adorable gestures, a chilling wind suddenly arose in the enclosed space hundreds of meters underground. A cold-blooded gunslinger, who had been lurking outside the battlefield, was about to pull the trigger to snipe the handsome and charming young boy when he was immediately struck by a bone-chilling wind. His body stiffened, unable to move, and the biting cold swept through his limbs and veins, freezing even his mind. "Tsk tsk tsk, impressive. No wonder you're my old master's true disciple, haha." "Not bad, not bad, my Hundred-Step Long Fist and Iron Shirt are no match for your freakish Cannon Fist. Damn it, every punch is like a cannonball, it hurts like hell." "Yeah, we can't even win a war of attrition. With a single recovery spell, even the most serious injuries are gone. And you can throw a bullet that can turn corners out of nowhere, it's impossible to defend against. I really have to admit I'm getting old." The handsome little boy who stood on the battlefield, fighting four opponents and still dominating, crushing his powerful enemies with overwhelming force, was me. With these three months of hellish training, I have been reborn, my combat ability and understanding and proficiency with my skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Outside this confined space, a group of men and women in white coats and several elderly men with the rank of general watched this crushing combat training from beginning to end through a giant screen of nearly ten square meters. "He's practically a human tank! I can't fathom how such a petite body can possess such explosive power. Academician Bai, is it really impossible to replicate his abilities, which seem straight out of Western mythology?" A senior general asked an elderly man in a white coat standing beside him. "Yes, General Cheng, we've tried to reproduce his abilities in others, both overtly and covertly, but all our attempts have failed. Even using the original priest's book he provided for others to study, we still couldn't replicate this miraculous ability. I think perhaps it can only be categorized as a supernatural power. Moreover, his supernatural power is incredibly systematic, integrating recovery, healing, support, exorcism, and combat. It's astonishing; even among the Western ability users listed in the highest-level computer files, there has never been a Western divine magic user with such a comprehensive and systematic ability."With a scream of "Ahhh!", a "plop" sound rang out as it thrust into my wife's vagina. Tiny drops of her juices splattered out. I was stunned. In just two short days, my beloved wife had been violated again. Seeing my newlywed wife being attacked again by this lecherous scoundrel on our wedding night was incredibly painful. If it weren't for the fear of making a scene or the despair of my wife catching him in bed with another man, I would have wanted to kill him with a sword. Especially seeing my wife's cherry-like mouth wide open, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, panting and moaning, I couldn't help but look again with hatred at their joined genitals. Compared to my wife's innocent pleasure, this thing seemed far too thick. My heart ached. That lecherous thief was busy, his penis halfway in. It seemed my little wife's vagina was very tight, so he couldn't go all the way in at once. His buttocks moved back and forth, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, swaying left and right. Amidst the lewd sounds of thick flesh rubbing against tender flesh, I watched as this lecherous thief's black, smelly penis slowly squeezed into my little wife's pink, tender vagina. Finally, amidst my wife's soft moans, he was all the way in. The thief paused slightly, looking at my lovely wife with a lewd grin, and said, "Little lady, your vagina is so tight, so tight, it feels so good! Damn, it can even suck people in. This is a top-tier 'Spring Water Line'!" That despicable guy, even after getting his way, didn't forget to tease my wife. He chuckled lewdly, his buttocks slamming into my girlfriend's lower body with each thrust. His thick, erect penis plunged in and out of her vagina, the pink flesh turning inside out with lewd "plop" sounds. His entire body writhed like a fat pig on my newlywed, young, and delicate wife, who was completely naked and convulsing. My wife, finally overcome with shame, closed her eyes. She knew there was no way to stop the ugly lecherous thief's obscene acts on her. To make him finish his lust and leave without disturbing her husband, the innocent and naive girl huffed and puffed as she climbed onto the back of the rhythmically thief. His penis was too thick, and the frequency was getting faster and faster. Under my burning gaze, my little wife moaned and groaned, "Mmm," "Ah," "No, no," spreading her fair, delicate legs even wider to withstand the increasingly forceful thrusts of the lecherous man on top of her. Damn it, I've been typing all night, hungry and exhausted. I originally intended to write two chapters. I'm sleepy and won't be dividing it into chapters anymore. Administrator, please give me more points and tens of thousands of words, hehe. This short chapter is a test piece I wrote recently because I've been lacking inspiration for "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." Anyone like this story? The sequel will follow this plot, with the protagonist moving abroad. Want some? If so, reply so I can polish it up. Two months have passed since the trial version of "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." In the hellish training at the base, my potential has been greatly explored, and my combat skills have improved significantly. "Boom!" The violent sounds of fists colliding echoed continuously in the nearly 500-square-meter enclosed underground training ground. A handsome, delicate-looking young boy was sent flying into the air after exchanging punches with a burly, bald man. The burly man on the ground wasn't faring any better; the intense pain from his fists and the immense force he endured slammed him to the ground like a raging tidal wave, plowing him backward for about ten meters before finally coming to a stop. "God said, 'Let there be light in this world.'" Suddenly, a blinding beam of light erupted in the space, already illuminated as if by daylight. "Not good!" The white-bearded old man in a Tang suit, temporarily blinded by the beam, tumbled several times, crossing his arms to protect his chest. But the force of the attack, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, still slammed into him. The boy, having used the powerful light spell derived from his Holy Light technique in mid-air, blinded the powerful figures surrounding him. Then came the Tiger Cannon Fist: a powerful iron fist with a tiger's roar and thunderous sound, used for close-range beatings. This technique involves rapidly mobilizing internal energy, compressing the surrounding air, and concentrating it on the fist to unleash a long-range bombardment of energy clouds—a cannon that can fire repeatedly, similar to the spherical shockwaves in Dragon Ball. It also involves explosively burning internal blood essence, frantically compressing internal energy, and drawing all internal and external energy into a high-speed rotating, compressed, and concentrated energy bar in the entire arm, forming a sharp, spiraling energy blast with extremely high penetrating power—a piercing cannon. This is the protagonist's ultimate move, with a long charging time and extremely high energy consumption, generally not used, similar to Piccolo Daimaō's Special Beam Cannon in Dragon Ball. These are the three cannon fist techniques I've created specifically for the protagonist. (Please don't laugh!) The young man, after knocking down the nearest elderly man in a Tang suit, stomped on the ground, using the momentum to move sideways. He narrowly dodged a flying sword thrusting from behind. With a flick of his wrist, he transferred the Bible to his left hand, and a cold, gleaming Desert Eagle suddenly appeared in his right. "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"... A series of metallic clanging sounds sniped the flying sword that had failed to strike and was now attacking again, sending it tumbling through the air. Two bullets then incredibly appeared in front of a disheveled Taoist priest, spinning a crescent shape in the air. Terrified, the priest forgot all about controlling his flying sword and simply rolled away to dodge the deadly bullets. "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, wandering ghosts, heed my command! Bind!" As the young boy shook his head and made adorable gestures, a chilling wind suddenly arose in the enclosed space hundreds of meters underground. A cold-blooded gunslinger, who had been lurking outside the battlefield, was about to pull the trigger to snipe the handsome and charming young boy when he was immediately struck by a bone-chilling wind. His body stiffened, unable to move, and the biting cold swept through his limbs and veins, freezing even his mind. "Tsk tsk tsk, impressive. No wonder you're my old master's true disciple, haha." "Not bad, not bad, my Hundred-Step Long Fist and Iron Shirt are no match for your freakish Cannon Fist. Damn it, every punch is like a cannonball, it hurts like hell." "Yeah, we can't even win a war of attrition. With a single recovery spell, even the most serious injuries are gone. And you can throw a bullet that can turn corners out of nowhere, it's impossible to defend against. I really have to admit I'm getting old." The handsome little boy who stood on the battlefield, fighting four opponents and still dominating, crushing his powerful enemies with overwhelming force, was me. With these three months of hellish training, I have been reborn, my combat ability and understanding and proficiency with my skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Outside this confined space, a group of men and women in white coats and several elderly men with the rank of general watched this crushing combat training from beginning to end through a giant screen of nearly ten square meters. "He's practically a human tank! I can't fathom how such a petite body can possess such explosive power. Academician Bai, is it really impossible to replicate his abilities, which seem straight out of Western mythology?" A senior general asked an elderly man in a white coat standing beside him. "Yes, General Cheng, we've tried to reproduce his abilities in others, both overtly and covertly, but all our attempts have failed. Even using the original priest's book he provided for others to study, we still couldn't replicate this miraculous ability. I think perhaps it can only be categorized as a supernatural power. Moreover, his supernatural power is incredibly systematic, integrating recovery, healing, support, exorcism, and combat. It's astonishing; even among the Western ability users listed in the highest-level computer files, there has never been a Western divine magic user with such a comprehensive and systematic ability.""Ah ah," "No, no," she moaned softly, parting her fair, delicate legs further to withstand the increasingly forceful thrusts of the lecherous man on top of her. Damn it, I've been typing all night, hungry and exhausted. I originally intended to write two chapters. I'm sleepy, so I won't break it into chapters anymore. Administrator, please give me more points and tens of thousands of words, hehe. This short chapter is a test piece I wrote recently because I've been lacking inspiration for "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." Anyone like this story? The sequel will follow this plot, with the protagonist moving abroad. Want some? If so, reply so I can polish it up. Two months have passed since the trial version of "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." In the hellish training at the base, my potential has been greatly explored, and my combat skills have improved significantly. "Boom!" The violent sounds of fists colliding echoed continuously in the nearly 500-square-meter enclosed underground training ground. A handsome, delicate-looking young boy was sent flying into the air after exchanging punches with a burly, bald man. The burly man on the ground wasn't faring any better; the intense pain from his fists and the immense force he endured slammed him to the ground like a raging tidal wave, plowing him backward for about ten meters before finally coming to a stop. "God said, 'Let there be light in this world.'" Suddenly, a blinding beam of light erupted in the space, already illuminated as if by daylight. "Not good!" The white-bearded old man in a Tang suit, temporarily blinded by the beam, tumbled several times, crossing his arms to protect his chest. But the force of the attack, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, still slammed into him. The boy, having used the powerful light spell derived from his Holy Light technique in mid-air, blinded the powerful figures surrounding him. Then came the Tiger Cannon Fist: a powerful iron fist with a tiger's roar and thunderous sound, used for close-range beatings. This technique involves rapidly mobilizing internal energy, compressing the surrounding air, and concentrating it on the fist to unleash a long-range bombardment of energy clouds—a cannon that can fire repeatedly, similar to the spherical shockwaves in Dragon Ball. It also involves explosively burning internal blood essence, frantically compressing internal energy, and drawing all internal and external energy into a high-speed rotating, compressed, and concentrated energy bar in the entire arm, forming a sharp, spiraling energy blast with extremely high penetrating power—a piercing cannon. This is the protagonist's ultimate move, with a long charging time and extremely high energy consumption, generally not used, similar to Piccolo Daimaō's Special Beam Cannon in Dragon Ball. These are the three cannon fist techniques I've created specifically for the protagonist. (Please don't laugh!) The young man, after knocking down the nearest elderly man in a Tang suit, stomped on the ground, using the momentum to move sideways. He narrowly dodged a flying sword thrusting from behind. With a flick of his wrist, he transferred the Bible to his left hand, and a cold, gleaming Desert Eagle suddenly appeared in his right. "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"... A series of metallic clanging sounds sniped the flying sword that had failed to strike and was now attacking again, sending it tumbling through the air. Two bullets then incredibly appeared in front of a disheveled Taoist priest, spinning a crescent shape in the air. Terrified, the priest forgot all about controlling his flying sword and simply rolled away to dodge the deadly bullets. "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, wandering ghosts, heed my command! Bind!" As the young boy shook his head and made adorable gestures, a chilling wind suddenly arose in the enclosed space hundreds of meters underground. A cold-blooded gunslinger, who had been lurking outside the battlefield, was about to pull the trigger to snipe the handsome and charming young boy when he was immediately struck by a bone-chilling wind. His body stiffened, unable to move, and the biting cold swept through his limbs and veins, freezing even his mind. "Tsk tsk tsk, impressive. No wonder you're my old master's true disciple, haha." "Not bad, not bad, my Hundred-Step Long Fist and Iron Shirt are no match for your freakish Cannon Fist. Damn it, every punch is like a cannonball, it hurts like hell." "Yeah, we can't even win a war of attrition. With a single recovery spell, even the most serious injuries are gone. And you can throw a bullet that can turn corners out of nowhere, it's impossible to defend against. I really have to admit I'm getting old." The handsome little boy who stood on the battlefield, fighting four opponents and still dominating, crushing his powerful enemies with overwhelming force, was me. With these three months of hellish training, I have been reborn, my combat ability and understanding and proficiency with my skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Outside this confined space, a group of men and women in white coats and several elderly men with the rank of general watched this crushing combat training from beginning to end through a giant screen of nearly ten square meters. "He's practically a human tank! I can't fathom how such a petite body can possess such explosive power. Academician Bai, is it really impossible to replicate his abilities, which seem straight out of Western mythology?" A senior general asked an elderly man in a white coat standing beside him. "Yes, General Cheng, we've tried to reproduce his abilities in others, both overtly and covertly, but all our attempts have failed. Even using the original priest's book he provided for others to study, we still couldn't replicate this miraculous ability. I think perhaps it can only be categorized as a supernatural power. Moreover, his supernatural power is incredibly systematic, integrating recovery, healing, support, exorcism, and combat. It's astonishing; even among the Western ability users listed in the highest-level computer files, there has never been a Western divine magic user with such a comprehensive and systematic ability.""Ah ah," "No, no," she moaned softly, parting her fair, delicate legs further to withstand the increasingly forceful thrusts of the lecherous man on top of her. Damn it, I've been typing all night, hungry and exhausted. I originally intended to write two chapters. I'm sleepy, so I won't break it into chapters anymore. Administrator, please give me more points and tens of thousands of words, hehe. This short chapter is a test piece I wrote recently because I've been lacking inspiration for "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." Anyone like this story? The sequel will follow this plot, with the protagonist moving abroad. Want some? If so, reply so I can polish it up. Two months have passed since the trial version of "Dark Moon: The Green-Hat Boy." In the hellish training at the base, my potential has been greatly explored, and my combat skills have improved significantly. "Boom!" The violent sounds of fists colliding echoed continuously in the nearly 500-square-meter enclosed underground training ground. A handsome, delicate-looking young boy was sent flying into the air after exchanging punches with a burly, bald man. The burly man on the ground wasn't faring any better; the intense pain from his fists and the immense force he endured slammed him to the ground like a raging tidal wave, plowing him backward for about ten meters before finally coming to a stop. "God said, 'Let there be light in this world.'" Suddenly, a blinding beam of light erupted in the space, already illuminated as if by daylight. "Not good!" The white-bearded old man in a Tang suit, temporarily blinded by the beam, tumbled several times, crossing his arms to protect his chest. But the force of the attack, accompanied by a series of sonic booms, still slammed into him. The boy, having used the powerful light spell derived from his Holy Light technique in mid-air, blinded the powerful figures surrounding him. Then came the Tiger Cannon Fist: a powerful iron fist with a tiger's roar and thunderous sound, used for close-range beatings. This technique involves rapidly mobilizing internal energy, compressing the surrounding air, and concentrating it on the fist to unleash a long-range bombardment of energy clouds—a cannon that can fire repeatedly, similar to the spherical shockwaves in Dragon Ball. It also involves explosively burning internal blood essence, frantically compressing internal energy, and drawing all internal and external energy into a high-speed rotating, compressed, and concentrated energy bar in the entire arm, forming a sharp, spiraling energy blast with extremely high penetrating power—a piercing cannon. This is the protagonist's ultimate move, with a long charging time and extremely high energy consumption, generally not used, similar to Piccolo Daimaō's Special Beam Cannon in Dragon Ball. These are the three cannon fist techniques I've created specifically for the protagonist. (Please don't laugh!) The young man, after knocking down the nearest elderly man in a Tang suit, stomped on the ground, using the momentum to move sideways. He narrowly dodged a flying sword thrusting from behind. With a flick of his wrist, he transferred the Bible to his left hand, and a cold, gleaming Desert Eagle suddenly appeared in his right. "Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"... A series of metallic clanging sounds sniped the flying sword that had failed to strike and was now attacking again, sending it tumbling through the air. Two bullets then incredibly appeared in front of a disheveled Taoist priest, spinning a crescent shape in the air. Terrified, the priest forgot all about controlling his flying sword and simply rolled away to dodge the deadly bullets. "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, wandering ghosts, heed my command! Bind!" As the young boy shook his head and made adorable gestures, a chilling wind suddenly arose in the enclosed space hundreds of meters underground. A cold-blooded gunslinger, who had been lurking outside the battlefield, was about to pull the trigger to snipe the handsome and charming young boy when he was immediately struck by a bone-chilling wind. His body stiffened, unable to move, and the biting cold swept through his limbs and veins, freezing even his mind. "Tsk tsk tsk, impressive. No wonder you're my old master's true disciple, haha." "Not bad, not bad, my Hundred-Step Long Fist and Iron Shirt are no match for your freakish Cannon Fist. Damn it, every punch is like a cannonball, it hurts like hell." "Yeah, we can't even win a war of attrition. With a single recovery spell, even the most serious injuries are gone. And you can throw a bullet that can turn corners out of nowhere, it's impossible to defend against. I really have to admit I'm getting old." The handsome little boy who stood on the battlefield, fighting four opponents and still dominating, crushing his powerful enemies with overwhelming force, was me. With these three months of hellish training, I have been reborn, my combat ability and understanding and proficiency with my skills have improved by leaps and bounds. Outside this confined space, a group of men and women in white coats and several elderly men with the rank of general watched this crushing combat training from beginning to end through a giant screen of nearly ten square meters. "He's practically a human tank! I can't fathom how such a petite body can possess such explosive power. Academician Bai, is it really impossible to replicate his abilities, which seem straight out of Western mythology?" A senior general asked an elderly man in a white coat standing beside him. "Yes, General Cheng, we've tried to reproduce his abilities in others, both overtly and covertly, but all our attempts have failed. Even using the original priest's book he provided for others to study, we still couldn't replicate this miraculous ability. I think perhaps it can only be categorized as a supernatural power. Moreover, his supernatural power is incredibly systematic, integrating recovery, healing, support, exorcism, and combat. It's astonishing; even among the Western ability users listed in the highest-level computer files, there has never been a Western divine magic user with such a comprehensive and systematic ability.""Academician Bai, is it really impossible to replicate his abilities, which seem to come from Western mythology?" A senior general asked an elderly man in a white coat standing beside him. "Yes, General Cheng, we have tried to reproduce his abilities in others, both overtly and covertly, but all our attempts have failed. Even using the original priest's book he provided for others to study, they still couldn't replicate this miraculous ability. I think perhaps it can only be categorized as a supernatural power. Moreover, his supernatural power is very systematic, integrating recovery, healing, support, exorcism, and combat. It's amazing; even among the Western ability users in the highest-level computer files, there has never been such a systematic and comprehensive Western divine magic ability user.""Academician Bai, is it really impossible to replicate his abilities, which seem to come from Western mythology?" A senior general asked an elderly man in a white coat standing beside him. "Yes, General Cheng, we have tried to reproduce his abilities in others, both overtly and covertly, but all our attempts have failed. Even using the original priest's book he provided for others to study, they still couldn't replicate this miraculous ability. I think perhaps it can only be categorized as a supernatural power. Moreover, his supernatural power is very systematic, integrating recovery, healing, support, exorcism, and combat. It's amazing; even among the Western ability users in the highest-level computer files, there has never been such a systematic and comprehensive Western divine magic ability user."
"Yes, I understand. Old Tan, such a super-powered individual has been born in our country. In the future, he will be an unparalleled existence at this level. Do you still want to continue with that so-called Dark Moon Project?"
"Well, not to mention his martial arts and firearms skills, which already destined him to be a true national treasure, his divine magic has deeply aroused the interest of our Special Operations Department." The Dark Moon Project has already been reported to the top leader, and our Special Operations Department has begun to lay the groundwork for this project. I know you are mature and love talent and are reluctant to part with it. But there is no one more suitable than him. The first step, the exploration of his own abilities, seems to be completed. The second step, the seed planting, is about to be activated. We have spared no expense in using Rose for this." An old man with the rank of general and a sinister face said with shining eyes. "Oh, Rose? It seems you are serious. Alright, you can have this young man. For the future of the country, I hope this project can truly make the country take off. Sigh..." The old general took one last deep look at the incomparably handsome young man on the screen, and reluctantly walked away. "Miss Ren, do you understand your task? You have a week to get to know him and train him, then take him to England to plant the seeds and sprout them according to our predetermined steps. Understand?" General Tan murmured slowly in an unquestionable tone. After thoroughly retaliating against all the masters for past grievances, I happily rushed to the bathroom. *Lula lula lula lula lula lula le lula lula lula lula lula le lula lula lula le lula lula lula le I love taking a bath. Turtle fell down, one by one, one by one, be careful of fleas, lots of bubbles!* I happily whimpered and cried out… A soft, seductive laugh rang out from outside the door. "Who? Who's outside, daring to peep at this handsome guy taking a bath? If you're not a beauty, hurry up and disappear, or don't blame me for being ruthless!" After several incidents of being spied on by unattractive older women, I became more vigilant. After wrapping a towel around my waist, I pushed open the frosted glass door, thinking that if it was a sexy mature woman, I'd let her have her way. Hehe. Ah. Pushing open the door and gazing at the stunningly beautiful woman standing before me, her figure captivating and alluring, I was immediately speechless. What a gorgeous girl she was! She was probably only in her early twenties. Her devilish figure, with her high, round breasts and large, round buttocks, was barely concealed by her super S-shaped curves in the bathrobe. Her exquisitely sculpted face was breathtakingly beautiful, her lips a luscious, red, and alluring. Her captivating pale blue eyes were slightly narrowed, radiating charm. Against the backdrop of her fair, snow-white, and luminous skin, which resembled that of a Caucasian, she exuded an astonishing beauty. Her black hair cascaded down her bare shoulders like a waterfall, giving her a queenly aura that made one want to commit a crime. Goddess! Even my Xiao Jie and my sexy mom combined couldn't compare to a single toe of this beauty before me. Yes, looking at the stunningly beautiful mixed-race woman in the bathrobe, languidly alluring, I shamefully got hard, completely hard. With a "rip," my erect and bulging penis shamefully appeared before the bathrobe goddess in an unprecedented manner. An unprecedentedly large, enormous, and massive erection—in short, the biggest and most enormous erection ever. "Hehe, don't be so enthusiastic. You'll scare this little lady. You should be a gentleman, kid," the alluring goddess chuckled. "Let me introduce myself first, Dark Moon young man. My name is Catherine George, Chinese name Ren Junwan. Half of my Chinese blood comes from my father, a Chinese special forces king. The other half comes from my daughter, an earl from an old, impoverished British noble family. I don't know how they came together. From a young age, I received secret intelligence training from my father and the pride of being Chinese. From then on, as an impoverished noblewoman, I used the title of world-famous model and fashion queen to navigate various circles, making money and basking in the arms of CEOs of major world-class companies. Under the guise of hoping to restore the once-glorious socialite status of the George family..." Gai Er works in commercial espionage in China. My codename in the Special Agents Department is "Rose," and my covert level is the same as yours, S-rank. "Ah..." "Hmm, I've already seen your file. I'm aware of your special abilities and your special hobbies. It's probably because the organization thinks your special hobbies can coexist harmoniously with my apparent profession and actions that they paired me with you for this mission. Hehe, you're really well-endowed. Unlike Asians, your size is comparable to Africans. You're quite something, young man." As she spoke, she flicked my purplish-red, large, egg-shaped glans with her slender jade finger. "Um... what mission?" Hearing the goddess's straightforward introduction, I blushed and felt extremely embarrassed. A cuckold enthusiast paired with a lewd socialite, at your mercy... at your mercy? Damn it, does she have to be so blunt? Is there no privacy left? And what kind of mission is it? I covered my purplish-red cannon head, which was swollen and about to burst after being flicked by the goddess's jade finger, and asked curiously. "The organization sent me, a rose visiting China for the first time, to teach you some customs and common sense that British people should know. Afterwards, the organization will dye your hair blonde and your eyes blue, transforming you into a pure-blooded British orphan boy for me to take back to England. You're really got the assets! Unlike the round faces of Asians, your features are exquisitely sculpted, with unparalleled handsomeness. Your skin is as white as a European's, and your penis is as large as an African's. With just a special dye to color your hair and eyes, you'll be a golden-haired, blue-eyed, pure-blooded, incredibly handsome little prince straight out of a European fairy tale," the goddess teased me. "The organization's plan was that I, a goddess-like beauty, would discover you, a down-on-your-luck little boy, during a farm visit after a runway show. I was saddened by your unparalleled, fairytale-like beauty, yet so tarnished by the countryside. Overwhelmed by love and lust, I decided to adopt you, keeping you imprisoned by my side and playing a game of raising a little boy. My goal was to mold you into the kind of stunningly handsome husband I would desire in the future. How about that? A male version of Cinderella, isn't it? Fun, isn't it? And so, you became my personal secretary, my future husband. You also fell deeply in love with me, and then, during my intimate encounter with a certain tycoon, you became consumed by jealousy and stormed in, killing the tycoon and his bodyguard. Of course, your method of killing them was your magical priestly magic. Hehe, through the tycoon's home security cameras, your powerful figure would be perfectly captured, and through the British police and British intelligence..." The news spread like wildfire, reaching every level of the authorities. You will become a coveted prize for the highest levels of British power and the Vatican. They then used my life as leverage to force you to join one of their factions, and ultimately, for my sake, you compromised and joined the Vatican. Your unprecedented magical abilities will be considered a treasure by the Vatican. With your unparalleled handsomeness, peerless elegance, and unmatched combat power, you will become the Vatican's symbol, perhaps even a Holy Son. From then on, you can possess inexhaustible wealth, endless luxury, and supreme status. You can freely influence another, higher-level world. Do you understand? My little prince. Dark Moon Prince, no wonder it's called the Dark Moon Project. You are unique, the strongest and largest hidden chess piece of China among Western countries. This is the second step in the Dark Moon Project: the Western Seed. "Oh, my little prince, it seems your lower body is ready to attack your sister? You want it, don't you? Want your sister?" Catherine leaned towards me seductively, teasing me. I, no longer a virgin, felt my blood boil and extremely uncomfortable. The goddess leaning against me chuckled, enjoying my disheveled state. Knowing I had a chance, my gaze began to brazenly linger on the goddess before me—my future mistress's guardian's high, full, and fair breasts, her ivory-like, plump and firm legs, and her exquisitely beautiful feet, like works of art. Just looking at my mistress's beautiful feet made me want to immediately kneel and lick them! This wasn't just because of her beauty, but also because of her noble, mysterious, and alluringly seductive queen-like aura. [Last edited by shibingbo] Very cute Electric Fish Gold Coins +19, reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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