[The Battle to Protect the Queen] Episodes 11-17 (Complete) Author: Fairy

【The Battle to Protect the Queen】

Author: Fairy
Publisher: Hetu Culture

【Episode 11】Chapter 1: The Third Attack on Hanjiang Pass

The moment of execution was fast approaching. The executioner in charge of the beheading drew out his sharpened ghost-head blade. Under the sunlight, the ghost-head blade emitted a terrifying light. Dou Xiantong and Xue Qingying's mood grew more and more tense. Xue Tong had entrusted the lives of the three of them to Fan Lihua. Why hadn't she appeared yet?

Yang Fan glanced at the time. To prevent any unforeseen complications, he picked up his command token, stood up, and gave the order: "Execute!"

The executioner first approached Xue Tong, picked up a bowl of strong liquor, took a sip, and spat it onto the blade. He laughed at Xue Tong, "Boy, I'm known as the One-Knife Immortal. I guarantee you won't feel a thing when you die."

Xue Tong frowned and said to Dou Xiantong and Xue Qingying, "My two virtuous wives, I've implicated you."

Dou Xiantong and Xue Qingying could only sigh softly. Just as the executioner raised his gleaming executioner's blade and was about to bring it down, a cold glint of light flew over and struck the executioner between the eyebrows. The executioner's body immediately fell to the ground. The execution ground erupted in commotion. The soldiers guarding the execution ground all looked in horror. A bright purple figure leaped over the crowd and arrived at the center of the execution ground. It was Fan Lihua.

Yang Fan angrily said, "Fan Lihua, what are you trying to do? Xue Tong is the Marshal of the Holy Tang Dynasty, our mortal enemy in Xiyue. Do you intend to storm the execution ground and oppose Xiyue?"

Fan Lihua said, "Yang Fan, last night I told you personally that all grudges must be settled after the cause of my father's death is determined. You arrested Xue Tong behind my back and are in such a hurry to execute him. Is there some unspeakable secret you are hiding from me?"

Yang Fan snorted, "What secret could I possibly have? Fan Lihua, don't be arrogant. Don't forget that no matter how capable you are, you are still a subject of Xiyue." "Son, what you've done is a capital offense of deceiving the emperor!"

Fan Lihua said loudly, "My master taught me martial arts so that I could slay demons and save the world. I came to Hanjiang Pass to fight the Tang army only to avenge my father. I am not your subject, Yang Fan. Whether I listen to you or not depends on whether you are doing the right thing."

Yang Fan's face turned cold. "Fan Lihua, it seems you're going to refuse a polite offer and then drink a penalty cup. Guards, seize her too!"

Yang Fan's order was given, and the Xiyue soldiers, fearing Fan Lihua's power, dared not step forward. Fan Lihua glared coldly at Yang Fan and his men, saying, "Yang Fan, I discovered yesterday that my father took a deadly poison before his death. Who poisoned him?"

Yang Fan retorted, "How would I know? Fan Lihua, it seems we're now sworn enemies. Don't think that just because you're a master of martial arts, everyone will fear you!"

Yang Fan drew his Suhun Spear, ready to fight Fan Lihua. He felt that without the Hunyuan Umbrella and the Zhuxian Sword, Fan Lihua's fighting strength wasn't much higher than his.

"Yang Fan, look here!"

Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out from outside the execution ground. Sang Ying entered with the pharmacy owner.

"Sang Ying?"

Yang Fan was horrified to discover that the speaker was none other than Sang Ying, who had suddenly disappeared a few days ago. Seeing the look of intense hatred on her face, he immediately guessed what had happened—this little vixen had probably betrayed him.

Hiding in the shadows, Fan Gang was horrified to see the pharmacy owner. When the soldiers sent to kill and silence him failed to return, Fan Gang realized something was wrong. Now that Sang Ying had appeared with the pharmacy owner, the owner would surely identify him. Fan Lihua, being incredibly clever, knew that Fan Gang had bought poison at the pharmacy and would inevitably guess that she was the one who killed Fan Hong.

Fan Gang secretly took out his bow and arrow and shot an arrow at the pharmacy owner. Sang Ying, quick-witted and agile, swiftly cut the arrow in half with her sword and said sharply, "Fan Gang, yesterday you sent someone to kill this pharmacy owner, but I saved him. Do you still want to kill him to silence him?"

Fan Gang trembled in fright and was about to flee when Fan Lihua shouted, "Stop!"

Fan Lihua had already seen Fan Gang shoot the arrow, but she never imagined that the murderer of her father was her own uncle.

Fan Gang, terrified, turned ashen-faced and stammered, "Lihua, don't believe them. I didn't kill my brother."

Fan Lihua coldly replied, "They didn't accuse you of killing my father. You're clearly trying to cover it up. Tell me the truth now."

Sang Ying continued, "General Fan, I was there when Yang Fan instructed Fan Gang and Su Qin to kill your father. I've brought you witnesses and evidence of Fan Gang buying poison. The shop owner's wife and employee were silenced by Fan Gang yesterday. Please, General Fan, see the truth!"

At this moment, the pharmacy owner, with tears streaming down his face, recounted his family's misfortunes to Fan Lihua. Fan Lihua was furious. Seeing that his scheme had been exposed and could no longer be concealed, Yang Fan acted decisively, ordering, "Fan Lihua is colluding with the Holy Tang! Seize her!"

Suddenly, Fan Lihua leaped to Xue Tong's side, releasing Xue Tong's bound battle spirit. Xue Tong then helped Dou Xiantong and Xue Qingying release their battle spirits as well. The three drew their weapons, ready for battle.

"Capture them!"

Yang Fan, wielding the Suhun Spear, charged forward first, followed closely by the Evil Emperor, the Grand Preceptor of Xiyue, who surrounded them.

Xue Tong directed Dou Xiantong and Xue Qingying to fight Yang Fan, while she herself rushed over to assist Fan Lihua in dealing with the Evil Emperor. If she had the Hunyuan Umbrella and the Zhuxian Sword, Fan Lihua would not have feared the Evil Emperor at all. Now she understood that Yang Fan must have sent someone to steal her two treasures; otherwise, how would he know she didn't possess any magical weapons?

However, despite lacking a magical treasure for protection, Fan Lihua's combat prowess was not to be underestimated. The Evil Emperor dared not be careless and immediately unleashed his ultimate move, the Illusionary Annihilation Thunderclap, at Fan Lihua. Fan Lihua, not to be outdone, countered with her own Immortal Thunderstorm. The two powerful energies collided, producing a deafening roar. Xue Tong, wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword, fiercely attacked the Evil Emperor's rear. The Evil Emperor countered with a flaming sword strike, and as Xue Tong blocked with his sword, he was forced back three steps by the opponent's immense power.

"Fan Lihua, I don't have time to entangle with you! Behold my ultimate move!"

The Evil Emperor suddenly soared high into the air.

"Earthly Starfire Token!"

Six small flags of different colors flew from the Evil Emperor's hand, surrounding Fan Lihua and Xue Tong from six directions. With a shout, the six flags emitted scorching flames, forming a hexagonal shape that enveloped the two. As the flames spread faster, they grew higher and higher.

Fan Lihua's heart trembled. She knew the power of the Earthly Starfire Token. If she had the Immortal Execution Sword, she could withstand the opponent's attack. But what should she do now? As the Marshal of the Holy Tang Dynasty, Xue Tong naturally knew something about the Evil Emperor before. He learned from Sang Ying that the Evil Emperor's most powerful weapon was his six Starfire Tokens. However, the Starfire Tokens were first-stage magic treasures and could only be used once a day. It seemed that the Evil Emperor wanted to use this move to trap Fan Lihua.

Seeing the approaching flames and Fan Lihua's worried eyes, Xue Tong thought, "No, I must save Lihua. I must use my Roaring Dragon to withstand the Evil Emperor's Earthly Starfire Token and buy her time."

With this thought, Xue Tong roared and unleashed Roaring Dragon, three protective golden dragons surrounding him and Fan Lihua. Fan Lihua cried out in alarm, "Xue Tong, you are no match for him! Stop now, or you will die!" Xue Tong retorted sharply,

"Heroine Fan, our Holy Tang Dynasty and this evil Taoist are irreconcilable enemies! I would rather perish together! This evil Taoist's Earthly Starfire Token can only be used once. Heroine Fan, remember that your father's killer is Yang Fan. Don't worry about me, and don't oppose us!"

With a roar, Xue Tong conjured a protective golden dragon, enveloping Fan Lihua's body and throwing her away. Simultaneously, six small flags spun rapidly, surrounding her. With a deafening explosion, Xue Tong fell, his blood staining the battlefield.

"Xue Tong?"

Fan Lihua's beautiful eyes filled with tears of gratitude as she silently called Xue Tong's name. She rushed forward, forcing back the Evil Emperor, and helped the blood-soaked Xue Tong to his feet, saying, "Xue Tong, how could you be so foolish! Knowing you were no match, you still insisted on being reckless..."

Seeing Xue Tong injured, Xue Qingying and Dou Xiantong lost their will to fight and rushed over to check on his wounds. He forced a smile and weakly said, "Lihua, I hope you can protect Xiantong and Qingying and fight your way out..."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and breathed his last.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Dou Xiantong wiped away her tears, picked up the Dragon-Slaying Blade, and lunged at the Evil Emperor, determined to avenge her husband.

Just then, a man rushed in from outside the crowd, shouting to Fan Lihua, "Miss! Miss!"

Fan Lihua recognized him as Fan Cheng, a retainer from Fan Gang's household. As he shouted, Fan Cheng produced a long strip of red silk and threw it at Fan Lihua. She caught it, opened the silk, and saw her own Hunyuan Umbrella. Overjoyed, she exclaimed. At this moment, Fan Cheng approached, wiping sweat from his brow, and said, "Miss, you were right. You sent me to monitor that scoundrel Fan Gang, and I discovered he had stolen your Hunyuan Umbrella, given it to his wife to hide, and even planned to harm you. So I killed the thieving wife and brought the Hunyuan Umbrella to you."

Upon hearing that his wife had been killed, Fan Gang flew into a rage, yelling at Fan Cheng, "You treacherous, ungrateful wretch! I'll kill you!"

He then brandished his sword, ready to kill Fan Cheng.

Fan Lihua coldly said, "You traitor, you scoundrel!"

With that, she tossed the Hunyuan Umbrella high into the air, the Zhuxian Sword in hand, and a streak of lightning swept out. Before Fan Gang could even reach her, his head flew more than ten zhang away, the headless corpse instantly falling to the ground.

With the Zhuxian Sword and the Hunyuan Umbrella, Fan Lihua was like a tiger with wings, charging straight at the Evil Emperor. The Evil Emperor's Earthly Starfire Token was no longer usable; relying on his status as a Purple Gold Warrior, he immediately sublimated all his battle spirits, gathering all his Illusionary Annihilation True Qi, vowing to fight Fan Lihua to the death.

Fan Lihua felt the Void Energy Field laid down by the Evil Emperor was like a fine spider web, firmly covering her entire body. The web-like energy field was divided into two forces: one squeezing outwards and the other contracting inwards. The outward squeezing force was like an endless storm, spreading from the Evil Emperor's palms and splitting into thirty-six attack points that continuously struck the protective energy shield around her. Moreover, the thirty-six attack points constantly changed their positions as the Evil Emperor's palms moved. In order to shatter the Evil Emperor's Illusionary Annihilation True Qi in one fell swoop, Fan Lihua gathered all her fighting power, intending to fight the Evil Emperor to the last.

In an instant, lightning crackled around Fan Lihua, and six towering ice swords condensed behind her with her true qi. The moment the incomparably fierce Immortal Lightning Storm clashed head-on with the Void Illusionary Annihilation True Qi, a series of loud explosions erupted. The six icy giant swords suddenly appeared in front of Fan Lihua, and with a swing of her Immortal Execution Sword, the six icy giant swords flew straight towards the Evil Emperor. At the same time, Fan Lihua parted her lips slightly, and a startling roar, like a spring thunderclap, resounded: "Immortal, Thunder, Wind, Storm!"

The Evil Emperor, tightly bound by six giant ice swords, felt a sharp pain in his ears, his mind greatly affected, and his protective true energy immediately weakened by three-tenths.

Fan Lihua lightly touched the ground with her feet, slowly rising into the air, arriving three zhang above the Evil Emperor's head. Her right hand supported the sky, her left hand the earth. In an instant, lightning surged rapidly in the sky, converging at an astonishing speed into Fan Lihua's left palm. Fan Lihua flipped her left palm outward, gently pressing it down on the Evil Emperor. In that instant, the sky changed color, and the earth trembled simultaneously. The six giant ice swords merged into a white ice dragon, its body accompanied by endless thunderstorms, plunging straight down towards the Evil Emperor with a force so powerful it could shake the heavens and earth. Even a top expert like the Evil Emperor was shocked, and a look of terror finally appeared on his face.

At the critical moment of life and death, the Evil Emperor's internal energy surged rapidly, gathering all the power of his Illusionary Annihilation Force into his right palm. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a palm strike towards the descending ice dragon. Layers upon layers of scorching fire energy burst forth, instantly coalescing into a massive fireball that directly confronted the charging white ice dragon. The two streams of true energy, ice and fire, collided in the blink of an eye… The white ice dragon unleashed by Fan Lihua swallowed the massive fireball unleashed by the Evil Emperor in one gulp. Then, a series of muffled explosions rang out, and the ice dragon's head instantly shattered. As soon as the head broke, the biting cold and scorching flames spread rapidly in all directions like ripples on water. Under the onslaught of the two forces, everything within a five-zhang radius was instantly reduced to dust, and at least forty or fifty soldiers perished in the explosion.

Although the ice dragon's head exploded simultaneously with the fireball of the Annihilation Force, the residual force remained. The ice dragon's body and tail continued to slam into the Evil Emperor at an astonishing speed. Unable to withstand such a powerful attack, the Evil Emperor let out a miserable scream. Moments later, the explosions gradually subsided, but the biting cold was even stronger than before, showing no signs of abating.

Within the lingering chill, the Evil Emperor's figure could be vaguely seen. A huge crater had been blasted where he stood, and his tall body stood motionless in the crater, blood continuously gushing from his mouth and nose. His face was as pale as paper, and his abdomen was pierced by the ice dragon formed from the sword energy of the Immortal Execution Sword, the wound still gushing blood. Yang Fan rushed forward without regard for anything else, picked up the injured Evil Emperor, summoned his top-grade mount, and, under the protection of a group of loyal guards who were fighting to the death to protect their master, immediately fled in panic.

Fan Lihua was preoccupied with Xue Tong's injuries and had no intention of pursuing the Evil Emperor. On the other hand, the Hanjiang soldiers, who were wholeheartedly following Fan Lihua, began to fight. Yang Fan's elite troops were quickly wiped out, and the situation was immediately brought under control...

Fan Lihua checked Xue Tong's injuries again. She saw that his eyes were closed, his breathing was weak, but his heart was still beating.

Fan Lihua looked at Dou Xiantong, then at Xue Qingying, sighed softly, and said, "He was seriously injured by the Evil Emperor's Earthly Starfire Token. To save him, we must ask my master, the Holy Mother of Lishan, for help. Ladies, things have come to this, let's turn hostility into friendship. I will take Xue Tong to Lishan now, or it will be too late."

Dou Xiantong and Xue Qingying both knew that the Holy Mother of Lishan was a peerless master of their time. Now that Xue Tong was seriously injured, it was probably impossible for anyone to save him, so they could only follow Fan Lihua's wishes. The two men bowed to Fan Lihua and said, "Then we'll have to trouble you, Miss Fan."

Fan Lihua said to her lieutenants, "Now that the truth is out, my father's killer is Yang Fan. If you're willing to follow me, stay and help guard Hanjiang Pass. When I return, I'll march on the capital of Xiyue and take Yang Fan's head. If you're not willing to follow me, let's part ways amicably. I'll give you travel expenses, and you can all go your separate ways."

The generals and soldiers all said in unison, "We are all willing to follow you, Miss, and avenge General Fan!"

Fan Lihua said, "Alright, after I leave, you should get along well with the two generals of the Tang army, properly bury my father's remains, welcome the Tang army from outside the city, and then prepare provisions to attack the treacherous Yang Fan!"

Dou Xiantong said, "Sister Lihua, go with peace of mind. Leave this to us."

Fan Lihua nodded, then summoned the Seven Star Plum Blossom Beast, which carried Xue Tong straight to Lishan to find her master to rescue Xue Tong.
[Episode 11] Chapter 2: Lishan Accepts the Holy Maiden

The Holy Mother of Lishan was cultivating on Sunrise Peak when she saw her disciple rushing back with a dying man by her side. She vaguely sensed an unusual relationship between the two.

Fan Lihua knelt on the ground and said, "Master, Xue Tong was injured by the Evil Emperor's Earthly Starfire Token while trying to save me. He is now on the verge of death. I beg you, Master, to save his life."

The Holy Mother of Lishan told Fan Lihua to get up first, then checked Xue Tong's injuries and said, "This man is incredibly resilient. He survived for so long even after being hit by the Evil Emperor's Earthly Starfire Token. Lihua, what is your relationship with him?" Fan

Lihua blushed and whispered, "Just ordinary friends..."

The Holy Mother of Lishan nodded and said, "Then this person is beyond saving."

Fan Lihua was shocked and knelt down again, "Master, please save him! He was injured because of me!"

The Holy Mother of Lishan said, "It's not that I'm abandoning him, but I must explain the situation clearly. The power of the Earthly Starfire Token is immense. Now, seven or eight out of ten of this person's meridians are broken. I can use my Immortal Dance True Technique to help him repair them, but... I'm afraid that after the repair, his cultivation level won't be able to withstand the remaining power of my Immortal Dance True Technique. His meridians might burst open, unless..."

Fan Lihua asked urgently, "Unless what?"

The Holy Mother of Lishan said, "Unless there is a woman who understands the Immortal Dance True Technique and helps him channel the remaining power of the Immortal Dance True Technique within him..." "Bring it out."

Fan Lihua asked in confusion, "Master, you can use the Immortal Dance True Technique to help him repair his meridians, can't you help him expel the remaining energy?"

The Holy Mother of Lishan smiled bitterly, "Silly disciple, expelling the remaining energy requires the method of male-female intercourse. Do you want your master to possess your beloved?"

Fan Lihua was shocked and said shyly, "Master, please don't make wild guesses. We...we are just ordinary friends."

The Holy Mother of Lishan laughed loudly, "Lihua, you don't need to lie to me anymore. Do you remember the Heavenly King Ring that I gave you? Look closely at its current state. That ring has been split in two."

Fan Lihua was shocked and hurriedly reached out to examine the Heavenly King Ring. She saw that the ring was indeed showing an anomaly. She didn't know when the Heavenly King Ring had split in two, but she hadn't noticed because it was on her finger.

The Holy Mother of Lishan said, "The Heavenly King Ring has split in two, signifying that you have found your true love. From now on, the power of the Heavenly King Ring will gradually manifest. Now, take off one half and put it on his finger . I also bless you two with a lifetime of love and happiness, and may you grow old together."

Fan Lihua shyly took off the other half of the Heavenly King Ring and helped Xue Tong put it on his finger. Afterwards, the Holy Mother of Lishan took Xue Tong back to her chambers and used the supreme Immortal Dance True Technique to repair Xue Tong's meridians. She worked for the entire afternoon until evening, when the Holy Mother of Lishan finished her work and said to Fan Lihua, "He will wake up tonight. Tonight may be fine, but tomorrow is crucial. After that, it will depend on what you do. You must be prepared to offer yourself at any time and use the Immortal Dance True Technique to help him escape danger safely."

Fan Lihua asked worriedly, "Master, my skill is still shallow. Can I do it?"

The Holy Mother of Lishan smiled and said, "Unblocking the Immortal Dance True Technique doesn't require profound skill; knowing the method is enough. The key is that you need to have intercourse with him continuously, allowing him to ejaculate all his essence. " "Master, "

Fan Lihua blushed and said, "I am ignorant and fear that my heart is willing but my strength is insufficient."

The Holy Mother of Lishan knew that Fan Lihua was chaste and only had a superficial understanding of matters between men and women. It was indeed a bit difficult for her to guide Xue Tong like a mature woman. So she said, "Lihua, I will take you to learn later."

The Holy Mother of Lishan led Fan Lihua to a stone door. The Holy Mother of Lishan stepped forward and pushed on an inconspicuous stone. Several rumbling sounds were heard, and the stone door moved to the left and right. The inconspicuous stone was actually the door opener.

"Lihua, come in with me."

The Holy Mother of Lishan led the way, and the master and disciple walked into the stone door together. Inside the stone door was a passageway leading to a secret room. The Holy Mother said, "This is the Star Gazing Hall."

The Star Gazing Hall, as the name suggests, was where the insights gained from observing the stars at night were drawn into patterns and arranged according to the application of profound knowledge such as the I Ching, the Eight Trigrams, and the Hetu and Luoshu. The records were kept in the Star Gazing Hall. There were no books in the hall, only murals.

The inscriptions on the murals varied in depth and style, some in seal script and others in clerical script; some were vigorous and ancient, others majestic and bold.

The different brushstrokes and characters suggested they were left by masters of various generations, each with varying skill levels, yet all sharing the same dedication to their craft.

Fan Lihua looked up at the wall and immediately her face flushed crimson. The walls were covered with both text and images. The text was one thing, but the images were erotic depictions of lovers making love, the most intimate parts of the body, including the pubic hair of the man's penis, rendered with remarkable realism. Seeing such explicit erotic art for the first time, Fan Lihua felt a surge of embarrassment.

The Holy Mother of Lishan smiled slightly and said, "This is where our ancestor practiced the Dual Cultivation Divine Art. Look at the paintings on the walls; they are all depictions of the wondrous methods of Dual Cultivation. If you don't understand their meaning, our ancestor has something else for you to see."

As she spoke, she walked forward to a stone table in the center, pressed her palms on it, and pushed it left and right. The tabletop split open, creating a hole. Golden light shone from the hole, flashing and shimmering. The seven colors of the rainbow were reflected onto the Holy Mother of Lishan's face, flickering and shimmering.

Fan Lihua exclaimed in surprise, seeing that the Holy Mother of Lishan had pressed some device. With a clicking sound, a winch turned, and a crystal ball slightly larger than a bowl rose from the stone table. Beneath the crystal ball was a base shaped like a human hand. The soft light reflected from the surrounding stone walls interacted with the images of men and women engaging in sexual intercourse on the walls of the cave. The light refracted and projected the image onto the crystal ball, and the erotic picture displayed in the ball actually moved. It faithfully presented to the Holy Mother of Lishan the various wonderful images, postures, positions, hair, angles, male on top and female on bottom, or female on top and male on bottom, and even facial expressions and the lustful fluids overflowing when the genitals were tightly joined. As long as the angle and the intensity of the light were different, completely different intercourse postures would be presented, with ever-changing and endless forms.

Seeing Fan Lihua staring wide-eyed at the crystal ball, the Holy Mother of Lishan smiled and explained, "This is the 'Joyful Union Ball,' skillfully crafted by our sect's founder. When this ball rotates, it reflects the lovemaking images on the walls. Don't underestimate this ball, thinking it's only for bedroom pleasures. These positions of men and women in lovemaking are all different, each with its own unique uses. It can be used to enhance the power of both practitioners and increase the pleasure of intercourse."

As she spoke, the Holy Mother of Lishan twisted a mechanism, and the crystal ball began to rotate. The erotic paintings on the walls immediately came to life. The men and women in the paintings were lifelike, emitting joyful, lewd sounds that sounded delicate and seductive. The positions of lovemaking were varied and numerous, igniting Fan Lihua's desire. She squeezed her legs together, involuntarily rubbing them together. Her lower body felt warm and moist, as if something was flowing out, sticky and slippery. She reached out to wipe it, but dared not.

With her master present, if she were to actually reach out and wipe, wouldn't she appear lewd and wanton? She suppressed the burning

sensation in her lower orifice and forced herself to continue. The Holy Mother of Pear Mountain glanced at Fan Lihua's rubbing legs together and laughed, "Lihua, you stay here and study diligently. I'll wait for you outside. Remember, you'll need these secret manuals tomorrow. Study hard!"

The next morning, Xue Tong finally woke up and saw Fan Lihua beside him. Although he had been unconscious for the past few days, he knew he was now in Fan Lihua's master's Pear Mountain. Seeing Xue Tong awake, Fan Lihua was overjoyed. She quickly served him a bowl of millet porridge, and Xue Tong softly asked, "Lihua, did your master save me?"

Fan Lihua nodded and said, "Your injuries haven't fully healed yet. Don't recklessly activate your battle spirit."

Knowing she was saved, Xue Tong looked gratefully at Fan Lihua. In the dim light, Fan Lihua was truly stunningly beautiful, especially her eyes, which were incredibly expressive. At times, they were filled with deep, unfathomable affection, like a bottomless abyss; at other times, they were radiant with heroic spirit and high morale, yet also possessed a captivating allure. A thin mist veiled her eyes, making it impossible to discern anything within them. Though they lacked the clear, bright light of autumn water, they possessed a mesmerizing charm, a natural, intoxicating allure, like the subtle fragrance of fine wine. The wind blew through her hair, her black strands fluttering in the air, carrying a faint fragrance that was not like the delicate scent of plum blossoms or orchids, but rather the elegant scent of roses. Every gesture exuded a natural, captivating sexiness… Seeing Xue Tong staring intently at her, Fan Lihua said, “Xue Tong, my master said that today is the day you undergo your tribulation. Only by surviving today will your body fully recover.”

Xue Tong moved her limbs, asking in confusion, “But I don’t feel any discomfort now! I think I can get out of bed and walk.”

Fan Lihua said, “Because of the Evil Emperor’s Earthly Starfire Token, all eight of your extraordinary meridians were severed. Your master used the Immortal Dance True Technique to repair your meridians, but some residue remains in your body…” "The remaining power of the Immortal Dance True Technique will still harm your body. Xue Tong, you'd better not recklessly activate your battle spirit."

Xue Tong nodded, and couldn't help but reach out and grasp Fan Lihua's jade-like hands. He felt a warm touch and said, "Lihua, thank you for saving me."

As they spoke, their bodies touched, and he could faintly smell her fragrance. Her beautiful face was so close that he could almost touch it. Xue Tong couldn't help but want to hug Fan Lihua tightly and hold her in his arms... Unexpectedly, this triggered the desire in his heart, and his dragon spear also felt slightly swollen and painful. He immediately circulated his qi to calm it down.

Seeing Xue Tong gasping for breath and his face slightly flushed, Fan Lihua asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Her eyes darted around and she noticed that Xue Tong's crotch was bulging. She was very clever and, although she had never been intimate, she immediately understood Xue Tong's physical reaction. Then she remembered her master's instructions to use the Immortal Dance True Technique to combine with Xue Tong for dual cultivation and guide out the remaining power in his body. Fan Lihua thought to herself that she would be his sooner or later, yet she still couldn't help blushing.

Xue Tong, captivated by Fan Lihua's shy demeanor, found her utterly alluring. Her eyes were like water, slightly upturned at the corners, her small, red lips gleaming, a half-smile playing on her lips. Her large, watery eyes cast a net of affection, intent on capturing Xue Tong, this big fish… Whether it was bright and charming, or pure and dignified, these qualities, originally belonging to different beauties, all appeared together in Fan Lihua, radiating boundless attraction, enticing Xue Tong.

Xue Tong couldn't resist encircling her with his right arm, pulling her into his embrace. Fan Lihua let out a soft moan, seemingly resisting yet welcoming, leaning against Xue Tong like a little bird. Her hot body, her beautiful face, Fan Lihua's breath fragrant as orchids, filled Xue Tong with a hazy, intoxicating aroma. His arms tightened, feeling Fan Lihua's curvaceous and perfectly proportioned body pressed tightly against his. His hair stood on end, every pore opening, savoring the unparalleled bliss of holding her soft, fragrant body against his. He looked down at Fan Lihua, who was tightly embraced and breathing heavily. Her expression was languid, her starry eyes half-open, meeting Xue Tong's gaze tenderly. It was a mixture of melancholy and burning passion, making him feel hot all over; it was alluring yet gentle and docile, like a docile lamb. Her eyes seemed to speak volumes; a single glance, a slight smile, possessed a captivating magic that made one willingly fall at her feet.

Xue Tong grew increasingly enamored, his heart burning with desire. Seeing the heat emanating from her luscious, red lips, he couldn't resist the urge to lower his head and kiss her. At that moment, Fan Lihua softly called out, "Xue Tong!"

Her sweet moan was like a spark, igniting Xue Tong's pent-up desire. Unable to control himself, he pressed his lips to Fan Lihua's, his arms encircling her tightly in his embrace like iron hoops. Fan Lihua, kissed by Xue Tong's lips, felt a surge of love, her body burning hot. She wrapped her arms tightly around Xue Tong's neck, her body pressing against his strong frame. After a while, their lips parted. Xue Tong saw that Fan Lihua's beautiful face was flushed, looking incredibly lovely. Just as he was about to offer some praise, he suddenly felt a turmoil within him. His lower abdomen throbbed violently, and a surge of heat rose within him, gradually circulating through his meridians. He could clearly hear his own heart pounding, and felt the vibrations in his chest, caused by his rapid heartbeat, spreading like ripples throughout his body.

Xue Tong gasped repeatedly, trying to calm his racing heart. "Ah, I'm so hot!"

Fan Lihua guessed that Xue Tong's injuries had flared up, and the most urgent thing was to consummate their marriage.

Burning with fever, Xue Tong roared, his arms flailing, his clothes instantly shattering into countless fluttering butterflies, drifting through the air like a shower of flowers, thousands upon thousands falling down… Xue Tong felt his penis throbbing painfully, hot and hard, like a sausage being constantly inflated, his true energy surging uncontrollably, wanting to burst out of his body. His penis had reached its limit, unable to grow any larger, yet his true energy was unstoppable, colliding everywhere within his body, as if a divine dragon, imprisoned within, was about to break free and soar to the heavens. The throbbing and painful sensation in his lower body made it feel as if his penis might break in two at any moment, bursting with blood. He wished he could chop it in half with a single blow to escape the torment of the throbbing pain and burning sensation.

Xue Tong felt his dragon spear throbbing incessantly, burning hot. The heat from his genitals caused the scent to rise and spread, a thick, erotic fragrance that stirred his heart, making him feel extremely aroused. He desperately wanted to find a woman to release his pent-up desires—a wanton harlot or a demure young lady, any woman would do, regardless of her beauty, weight, height, age, or gender… The heat rushed into his mind, and Xue Tong's eyes widened, but his vision was blurred, as if he were in a fog, seeing only a white haze.

"Pear Blossom, I can't see!"

Xue Tong shouted, a panic gripping his heart. He quickly tried to rouse himself from the heat, but the intense heat within his body threatened to melt his skin, turning it into a fiery inferno. Xue Tong was terrified. He desperately tried to guide his chaotic energy back to its proper course, but he couldn't control it. A moment's carelessness would plunge him into utter destruction. Xue Tong struggled to hold on when he suddenly heard Fan Lihua exclaim, "Xue Tong, you must hold on! I'm coming to help you right away!"

Xue Tong realized that he had gone mad and ignored Fan Lihua's anxious calls. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, chin, cheeks, and ears. His whole body was covered in sweat, red and wet, with a faint sheen, as if coated with oil.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, his lower body suddenly felt a heat, as if enveloped by a soft, tender flesh. It was warm, soft, and supple. Something warm, moist, and slightly slippery licked his glans like a snake. Occasionally, the tender flesh enveloping his penis would exert suction, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making Xue Tong feel like he was floating. His groin was no longer as swollen and painful as before. Although it was still uncomfortable, it was much more comfortable than the urge to break free of his penis's confinement. He felt

a coolness in his lower body and a tightening in his scrotum, as if someone was holding it. Slender fingers gently stroked and kneaded the base of his penis and scrotum, the pressure just right. The shaft of his dragon spear was also gently caressed and stroked by another soft, delicate hand, moving back and forth. Each stroke lessened the burning heat of his spear. Xue Tong couldn't help but gasp, letting out several heavy, nasal sounds, his face flushed. He involuntarily thrust his spear, pumping in and out within the tight embrace of that soft flesh. All of Xue Tong's sensations were concentrated on his dragon spear, making the burning pain in other parts of his body seem less unbearable. Strangely enough, simply being enveloped by that soft flesh, gripping and sucking his spear, allowed Xue Tong's body to gradually adapt to the immense pain brought on by the Immortal Dance True Technique.

The more Xue Tong thrust his dragon spear into that tender flesh, the less pain he felt. However, the sensation of thrusting into tender flesh was different from the sensation of intercourse with a beautiful woman. Sometimes, he would be bumped or bitten by something hard. Although he didn't experience the pleasure of his dragon spear being tightly gripped by the beautiful vagina during intercourse, the occasional bumps and bites from hard objects allowed him to release the energy that filled his dragon spear. It was a different kind of sensation and a unique enjoyment.

As Xue Tong's internal energy was released, the heat of his dragon spear subsided slightly. His previously drowsy mind gradually cleared as the Supreme True Energy and the internal power of the Immortal Dance True Technique merged into one. He felt his entire body floating, as if in a dream. Just as he was feeling comfortable, his most sensitive lower body, his dragon spear, was suddenly tightly bound by tender flesh. The suction from deep within the tender flesh relentlessly drew at his urethra, a strangely strong suction that made him feel incredibly numb and tingly. His dragon spear throbbed incessantly, the lips of his urethra opening repeatedly, and the shaft of his dragon spear was gently scraped by someone's fingers, swelling and shrinking rapidly. The person's ten fingers were extremely nimble, able to precisely control the size of Xue Tong's dragon spear's swelling and shrinking, providing soothing stimulation.

Xue Tong let out a muffled "Ah," his voice thick and heavy, his breath coming in short gasps. Coupled with his heaving chest, pounding heart, and tense muscles all over his body, his back arched, and his true yang writhing, his seminal gate was almost about to give way. Just then, a numbness shot through his back at the acupoint for promoting ejaculation, as if someone had struck him. A chill ran down his spine, and he could no longer hold back his primordial yang, his seminal gate opening wide as thick, viscous semen gushed out. After ejaculating, Xue Tong suddenly lost all strength, like a deflated balloon. He lay weakly on the bed, his limbs limp, unable even to move his eyelids. He could only lie there panting, his heart pounding rapidly.

Fan Lihua, having rescued Xue Tong, used the "Three Methods of Spring" she had learned from the erotic paintings on the stone wall to perform oral sex on him, even letting his semen fill her mouth. She accidentally swallowed some, and at the thought of this, her jade-like face flushed crimson, her earlobes turning red and hot. Upon learning that Fan Lihua had saved him despite past grievances and performed oral sex on him, Xue Tong was even more grateful. He couldn't help but sit up to thank her, but Fan Lihua said, "Your body hasn't fully recovered. Now that we've consummated our marriage, I hope you'll treat your wife well. Furthermore, we need to use the Immortal Dance True Technique at least twice more to ensure that the remaining true energy of the Immortal Dance True Technique within you is no longer harmful."

Moved, Xue Tong reached out and embraced her. He held her soft, fragrant body in his arms, her firm, elastic breasts pressing against his chest. They were warm and soft, and he felt a surge of heat rising from his dantian, stirring his desire. Fan Lihua wore a tight-fitting purple dress that clung to her, revealing her exceptionally alluring figure. Her breasts were firm, her waist slender, and her buttocks, accentuated by the tight-fitting robe, appeared high, round, and pert. Now, with her delicate body in his arms, her jade-like breasts and slender waist pressed against his skin, no man could resist. Moreover, Fan Lihua was stunningly beautiful, her alluring face irresistible. How could Xue Tong resist? It felt like embracing a furnace, hot and burning. Xue Tong lifted her chin and lowered his head to kiss her. His legs, like crab claws, tightly wrapped around Fan Lihua's lower body, his knees pressing against her buttocks, his genitals rubbing against her body. His erect penis was already high, occasionally teasing between her legs, as if seeking a deep, passionate encounter.

Fan Lihua was aroused, her body burning with desire. She wrapped her arms around Xue Tong's neck, focusing intently on a tongue battle with him. Xue Tong probed into Fan Lihua's mouth, their tongues intertwining, saliva flowing freely. Their tender tongues chased and played like fish in a deep pool, entwining and twisting, a display of tenderness. His right hand, even more unceremoniously, gently stroked and caressed Fan Lihua's back, gradually moving down to caress her round buttocks. In her discomfort, Fan Lihua's body writhed, her high, beautiful buttocks involuntarily twisting, as if responding to Xue Tong's caresses. Seeing that Fan Lihua didn't resist, Xue Tong, having had his fill of caressing her back and buttocks, slowly followed her curves upwards, finally reaching her chest. He grasped her breasts, his fingers sinking in slightly, gently rotating them.

Their lips parted, their eyes met, their passion burning fiercely, no less intense than their earlier kiss.

Fan Lihua, in particular, felt a burning heat all over her body under Xue Tong's caresses, as if a fire was raging within her.

Her breasts, firm and full, seemed to overflow with milk, swollen and uncomfortable; a slight squeeze would cause them to leak fluid, their heavy breasts desperately needing comfort. Xue Tong's grasp of Fan Lihua's breasts was perfectly timed, slightly relieving the discomfort of her swollen breasts. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her cherry lips exhaling a fragrance as sweet as musk and orchids that brushed against Xue Tong's face, further arousing him. Xue Tong became even bolder, his fingers quickly unbuttoning Fan Lihua's blouse. As soon as the blouse was undone, Xue Tong's hand eagerly slid inside Fan Lihua's purple robe, his palm touching soft, warm skin. He couldn't resist grasping, his thumb and forefinger pinching Fan Lihua's nipples, gently twisting them, igniting Fan Lihua's desire, causing her to offer herself willingly.

Fan Lihua panted softly, and with a sudden exertion of her arms, she caused Xue Tong to flip over, pressing his entire body against hers. Her eyes were languid, emitting waves of seductive energy that drew Xue Tong in, her entire being like a warm, powerful magnet, tightly attracting him, preventing him from leaving. With the beautiful Fan Lihua in his arms, Xue Tong's lower body throbbed painfully. She didn't need to say a word; her alluring eyes alone were enough to drive him wild and leave him breathless. Xue Tong roughly removed Fan Lihua's top, revealing two round, firm breasts, their nipples a pale pink, like rose petals. Unable to resist, Xue Tong straightened up, half-kneeling on Fan Lihua's knees, his hands naturally reaching forward to grasp and fondle her breasts. His own erection was also throbbing, desperately needing stimulation.

Xue Tong's mind raced. He reached out and grasped Fan Lihua's delicate hand, placing it on his penis. He whispered, "Lihua, since you've already helped me with your mouth, please do me a favor and help me again, okay?"

Fan Lihua, unable to get up from his lap, blushed instantly, both pleased and shy. She glared at him and said sweetly, "Xue Tong, you're really pushing your luck!"

Despite her words, she didn't retract her hands. Holding Xue Tong's penis, she placed her palms against it, cupping it in her hands and rubbing it up and down—the Yangchun Three Methods of Hand Sex.

The so-called Yangchun Three Methods are methods that allow men to achieve pleasure and even ejaculation without intercourse. Simply put, it's oral sex, hand sex, and breast sex—hence the name Yangchun Three Methods. This method is a secret bedroom art practiced by women to please men, never passed on to them. Xue Tong's penis was held and rubbed by her warm little hands, as if wrapped in a warm cotton ball, constantly squeezed and massaged, which felt very comfortable. The foreskin was gently pulled back by Fan Lihua's jade fingers, revealing the entire hot and red glans. Fan Lihua's hand skills were quite good, her fingers lightly rubbing and caressing the fleshy edge of the glans, and occasionally teasing the urethral opening, making Xue Tong completely forget himself, panting, his penis itchy and swollen, almost unable to resist and ejaculating on the spot.

At first, Fan Lihua closed her eyes shyly as she rubbed Xue Tong's penis, only feeling the changes in Xue Tong's penis with her hands, only feeling that Xue Tong's penis was hot and large, and very full in her hands. Gradually, she rubbed faster and faster, and Xue Tong's hands, which were grasping her beautiful breasts, also varied in strength with her rhythm. The faster she rubbed, the more intense Xue Tong felt, and the greater the force of rubbing her breasts. Conversely, when her force decreased, Xue Tong also reduced the force. Fan Lihua felt the tingling, itchy sensation in her swollen breasts recede like a receding tide when Xue Tong kneaded them. However, as soon as Xue Tong loosened his grip, the swelling returned, and she felt the fullness return, requiring him to increase his pressure to feel comfortable again.

Suddenly, Xue Tong let out a muffled groan, unable to hold back his semen. His true yang surged, his urethra opened, and he ejaculated thick, white semen. Because Xue Tong was kneeling on top of Fan Lihua, his body naturally leaned forward, and his penis was pointing towards her. The semen shot out, landing squarely on Fan Lihua's face. Fan Lihua felt a warm, wet sensation on her face, as if something sticky had landed there. She opened her eyes, her jade hand naturally retracting to wipe her face. Some of the semen stuck to her hand. She looked closely, then, ashamed, quickly closed her eyes and turned her head away, unable to look any longer.

Xue Tong ejaculated, his desire subsiding slightly. Seeing Fan Lihua's shy and alluring demeanor, his dragon spear swelled again, hot and hard. He pressed his body close to Fan Lihua, lying beside her on the bed. His right hand unceremoniously pressed his entire palm against Fan Lihua's full, beautiful vulva. He felt the wet, sticky, warm touch, knowing that Fan Lihua's desire had reached its peak. With a slight smile, he inserted his middle finger into her incredibly warm vulva, rubbing against her vaginal walls, making Fan Lihua itchy and hot. She squeezed her legs tightly, but had no strength at all. It felt as if thousands, tens of thousands of ants were crawling inside her vulva at the same time, numb and itchy, yet unable to scratch the itch. Her body writhed uncontrollably like a caterpillar, her skin flushed red, her breathing quickened, and her breasts heaved. She pleaded, "Xue Tong... you bad guy, don't tease me... it hurts so much!"

Her speech was fragmented, suggesting her vulva was already soaked and needed a strong, powerful penis to satisfy her.

Xue Tong smiled smugly, then suddenly his fingers trembled rapidly, thrusting in and out of Fan Lihua's vulva quickly, the sounds of their flowing fluids mingling. Fan Lihua had never experienced such a passionate encounter before. Waves of pleasure spread from her vulva throughout her body, carrying a tingling, electric current that coursed through every part of her being. She couldn't help but moan and gasp, her breath coming in fits and starts, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Even Xue Tong's heartbeat was affected by her, as if bound tightly by an invisible thread, pounding with her breaths, his blood rushing, his heart pounding.

Fan Lihua, on the other hand, was drenched in sweat, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure, her mind burning, unable to think clearly. Her hair, glistening with sweat, shone with a sensual sheen. Xue Tong's semen on her face emitted a lewd, alluring scent, surging into Fan Lihua's nostrils like a tidal wave, stimulating her senses and acting as an aphrodisiac, almost overwhelming her… Having never been treated this way by a man before, even though Xue Tong was the lover she had chosen, Fan Lihua felt a surge of intense shame. It was as if, while Xue Tong was pleasing her with his fingers, countless eyes were watching her intently, their gazes burning over her body, especially her vulva, glistening with a seductive, red glow, seemingly beckoning others to enter. Her body writhed, feeling both shame and pleasure.

Suddenly, Fan Lihua felt a heavy weight pressing down on her. Opening her eyes, she saw Xue Tong on top of her. Seeing Fan Lihua's shy and charming demeanor, Xue Tong's heart stirred. His thick, hard penis pressed against Fan Lihua's vagina, first lubricated with her vaginal fluids, and then slowly inserted. Even as the glans entered, Fan Lihua felt her lower body fill with something hot and hard entering her body. This was Fan Lihua's first time doing such a thing, and she was inevitably nervous as the glans entered. Her vaginal opening squeezed inwards, gripping Xue Tong's penis tightly, bringing her immense pleasure.

Xue Tong exerted a little force, wanting to penetrate to the very root, but as soon as he exerted force, Fan Lihua let out a soft moan. Knowing this was Fan Lihua's first time, Xue Tong knew he couldn't be too rough. He pressed his body against hers, breathed into her ear, and kissed her earlobe, saying, "Lihua, just bear with it. It will hurt a little the first time, but it will be pleasurable afterwards!"

With that, he inserted his penis a little further. Although Fan Lihua tried her best to endure it, the feeling of her beautiful orifice being stretched open was like a tearing, burning pain. She bit her lower lip and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. Xue Tong brought his warm lips to hers and gently sucked on her cherry lips.

Seeing that her attention had shifted and her orifice was no longer as tight as before, Xue Tong wanted to thrust into her, sweeping and ravaging her orifice. So he pressed down hard with his hips, and his dragon spear penetrated completely, breaking through the curtain representing virginity. The dragon spear went straight to the tender flesh of her flower core and pressed tightly against it. Fan Lihua was intoxicated by the exotic fragrance of the dragon spear and her lustful fluids. She was floating on air when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her lower body. A fiery dragon spear penetrated her, forcing open her two labia. The hot, red, soft flesh tightly gripped Xue Tong's dragon spear, throwing Fan Lihua from heaven to earth. She clung to Xue Tong's shoulders and back in pain, her fingers digging deep into his muscles. She pressed her body against Xue Tong to relieve the pain. Xue Tong was gripped so tightly by her that he almost cried out, but he knew that Fan Lihua must be in excruciating pain to react this way, so he dared not thrust. He remained still, caressing and kneading her breasts while kissing her forehead, cheeks, lips, neck, and behind her ears—the most sensitive parts of a woman's body. He subtly used his fingers to massage Fan Lihua's nipple and breast points, arousing her desire with seductive techniques to make her forget the pain in her lower body.

"Xue Tong, I feel so full inside,"

Fan Lihua murmured.

Xue Tong knew that he couldn't thrust now; only gentle, persistent caress could soothe Fan Lihua's emotions. He held her tightly, tenderly and lovingly, breathing and kissing her ear, embracing her deeply, making her feel completely cared for, trying to distract her and reduce the pain of losing her virginity. Fan Lihua initially felt excruciating pain, as if her lower body was being torn apart. She could only try to alleviate her suffering by tightly gripping Xue Tong. However, Xue Tong's seductive techniques were extremely skillful; each caress and kneading was like plucking the strings of a zither, igniting Fan Lihua's passion. When Xue Tong's dragon spear first entered, Fan Lihua was in unbearable pain, inwardly resenting his lack of gentleness and the pain he caused her. But as Xue Tong rekindled her desire in her sensitive areas with his seductive techniques, the passion that had been slightly extinguished by the pain slowly returned. The itchy, tingling sensation in her lower body returned, and her agonizingly hot, wet vaginal fluids flowed freely, causing her to groan in distress, her beautiful buttocks swaying involuntarily.

After Xue Tong inserted his dragon spear, it was completely inserted into Fan Lihua's vagina. Although he didn't move, it was extremely swollen and uncomfortable, especially since the inside of the hole was warm and tight, making it even more unbearable. The dragon spear was swollen, itchy, and hot, wanting to thrust into her vagina and release the energy hidden within it by rubbing against the vaginal walls. However, he was worried that Fan Lihua would be in excruciating pain, so he hesitated to move. The pain of restraint was no less than the pain of Fan Lihua's deflowering. He only felt something was different... When Fan Lihua could no longer bear it and her beautiful buttocks moved to meet him, Xue Tong breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "Alright, we can start now."

He still didn't dare to use force. He slowly pressed his whole body against Fan Lihua's and thrust forward. The dragon spear slowly went in and slowly withdrew. His left hand wrapped around Fan Lihua's neck and kissed her, while his right hand kept playing with Fan Lihua's breasts, pinching, kneading, and teasing her nipples, like a furnace being fanned by wind, making her desire burn brighter and brighter.

Although the lubrication from her vagina prevented the excruciating pain of being scraped or cut, Fan Lihua felt a burning pain, like a scratch. Her brows furrowed slightly, and she blushed as she whispered, "Xue Tong! Be...be gentle, I'm afraid I can't take it!"

Xue Tong, while gently thrusting in and out, comforted her, saying, "Lihua, I'll be very gentle."

As he spoke, the force of his thrusting gradually increased, and a pleasurable sensation began to rise within him. Fan Lihua also felt less pain in her lower body than before. Instead, she felt that the more Xue Tong thrust, the more lubricated she became, and the itching in her vagina became increasingly relieved and comfortable. Her muscles involuntarily relaxed, and she no longer held Xue Tong so tightly. With Fan Lihua's hands loosened, Xue Tong had more room to move, no longer needing to cling tightly to her body. He then exerted force with his hips, gradually increasing the intensity, enjoying the pleasure of his thrusting while admiring Fan Lihua's alluring figure.

Although Fan Lihua felt extremely comfortable from Xue Tong's thrusting in her vagina, she somehow felt that his thrusts weren't strong enough; it was just a superficial scratch, failing to fully relieve the soreness and numbness inside. Her body involuntarily began to writhe, her face flushed and radiant with desire, her breath coming in gasps that sounded both melancholy and distressed. Her breasts rose and fell, revealing shimmering, white, glistening flesh. Fan Lihua coiled around Xue Tong like a serpent, her vagina tightly gripping his dragon spear, rubbing against it, hoping it would penetrate deeper, reaching the very core of her tender flesh, to relieve the itch. She gasped, biting Xue Tong's ear, "Xue Tong... hurry... insert it into me... I want..."

Xue Tong pretended not to know and whispered in her ear, "What does Lihua want?"

Fan Lihua's face flushed, and she glared at him fiercely, saying, "You bad guy, you just bully me."

Xue Tong chuckled and whispered in her ear, "Don't be angry, Madam, I'm about to exert my strength."

After saying that, his dragon spear suddenly thrust upwards with great force, slamming into the depths of Fan Lihua's honey cave. The impact made Fan Lihua let out a weak moan, as if her soul had been shattered and separated from her body in an instant. In just a moment, her soul returned to its place and reunited as one.

Xue Tong's thrust was powerful, and Fan Lihua felt much lighter and more comfortable. In particular, the feeling of her flower core stretching and suddenly tightening and loosening lingered, and she urgently needed Xue Tong to thrust harder again. Xue Tong's thrusts not only brought pleasure to Fan Lihua, but also brought him immense comfort. He thrust again with renewed force, pumping rapidly, panting, "Lihua, it feels so good inside, I love you so much!"

His dragon spear moved with force, thrusting like the wind, like a rooster snatching millet, frantically and rapidly striking her clitoris. A current of pleasure immediately spread from the center outwards, instantly coursing through Fan Lihua's entire body. Like a miner mining coal, each thrust went deeper, each one more intense and tingling than the last. The dragon spear, accompanied by the squelching sounds of water, left Fan Lihua weak and limp, letting the waves of desire wash over her, adrift in the torrent of passion.

Xue Tong grew increasingly excited with each thrust, raising Fan Lihua's left leg high to expose her bright red, moist vulva, snow-white thighs, and glossy black pubic hair. The contrast of red, black, and white made Xue Tong's penis swell even more, and he thrust with all his might. Fan Lihua's honeyed cave was drenched in sweat from Xue Tong's frenzied thrusting, her hair damp, her head shaking uncontrollably. Waves of lust surged within her, one wave after another, immersing her completely in a sea of desire. She felt like a small boat rising and falling in a raging storm, sometimes white waves surging into the sky, lifting her boat into the air as if she could reach out and pluck the clouds; other times, whirlpools appeared, pulling her completely into the depths of the sea of desire, utterly submerging her. With each rise and fall, her heart soared and sank, experiencing unparalleled pleasure. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. The beautiful labia of her vulva swallowed and released the dragon spear, churning out wave after wave of hot, scalding fluid, as if breathing out with life. As the dragon spear entered, the fluid overflowed, flowing down its ends, even staining her buttocks with glistening liquid, soaking her lower body. The muscles around her vulva were bright red and vibrant, shimmering with a lovely sheen.

Xue Tong thrust five or six hundred times in succession, the energy stored in his glans and shaft slightly dissipating, and semen could be seen seeping from the urethra at the tip of his glans. Xue Tong withdrew his dragon spear from Fan Lihua's vulva, lowered her long, beautiful legs, and was about to flip her over to try again, in a more intimate manner. Suddenly, Fan Lihua tightened her legs, thrusting her snowy buttocks upwards, swallowing Xue Tong's dragon spear into her orifice. With a twist of her body, drawing strength from who-knows-where, she actually pulled Xue Tong close, rolling over and landing beneath him, her entire body on top of him, man on bottom, woman on top. Fan Lihua's lower body pressed tightly against Xue Tong's genitals, her dragon spear inside her orifice, her upper body slightly raised, her hands pressed against Xue Tong's chest, her head lowered, her beautiful hair cascading down her forehead like a waterfall. She couldn't help but use one hand to support herself on Xue Tong's chest, freeing the other to brush her hair back, her head tilting back as she tossed her hair backwards.

Xue Tong felt her hair brush against his nose, carrying a faint, elegant fragrance of roses—not strong, but pleasant and refined, yet possessing an air of dignified grace. His gaze involuntarily fell upon Fan Lihua's breasts. Her jade-like breasts stood high and trembling, two pale pink nipples like newly formed plum blossoms, adding a touch of vibrant red to her snow-white skin, bouncing up and down as if beckoning him. Just as he was about to reach out and touch them, he heard Fan Lihua pant, "Xue Tong, you were on top just now, this time it's my turn! Get ready!"

Xue Tong was both amused and exasperated. Although he felt it was beneath him to be ridden by a woman, he was even more excited, feeling a sense of camaraderie. His competitive spirit blazed, determined to subdue Fan Lihua and make her obey his commands. He tried to flip her over and pin her beneath him, but Fan Lihua, disregarding everything, began to rotate her snow-white hips like a millstone. The tender flesh of her honeyed cave tightly enveloped the head of his penis, using the woman-on-top position to grip and twist Xue Tong's penis violently.

A tingling, itchy sensation spread through Xue Tong's penis, as if Fan Lihua's honeyed orifice were a millstone, each turn squeezing out a little semen. The force of her thrusts was entirely under her control. Xue Tong's several fierce attacks were met with a shudder from her body, her hips swaying violently, nearly causing his penis to ejaculate. His penis felt weak and tingling; though erect, it was filled with semen, and any further force from Fan Lihua would cause it to succumb…

Under Fan Lihua's masterful millstone-like technique, Xue Tong experienced unprecedented pleasure. The more Fan Lihua's snowy buttocks rotated, the stronger Xue Tong's sensations became, waves of pleasure washing over him, his lower body trembling violently as if an electric current was coursing through his veins.

Fan Lihua straightened her upper body, her body bouncing up and down like riding a horse, manipulating Xue Tong's dragon spear. Her hands tightly gripped her two

jade breasts, pressing and kneading them incessantly, emitting lewd moans: "Xue Tong, I...I feel so...good...so good!" Xue Tong saw that her breasts, kneaded by her own hands, had created a deep cleavage. Beads of sweat streamed down her hair, face, and body, making her breasts even more alluring.

The glistening sheen, under Fan Lihua's forceful squeezing of her breasts, exuded a seductive charm, both wanton and beautiful. A fleeting glance from her eyes ignited Xue Tong's lust, and he couldn't resist placing his hands on her slender waist, his dragon spear thrusting rapidly, striking the tender flesh of Fan Lihua's flower core. As Fan Lihua straddled Xue Tong, she felt her flower core being repeatedly struck, her heart tightening with each blow. She cried out, "Ah... Xue Tong... you're so amazing... you're killing me... um, again... harder!"

Her cries grew louder, as if she had reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

Xue Tong was also covered in sweat, his penis gripped tightly by Fan Lihua's vagina. The twisting of Fan Lihua's beautiful buttocks made him feel as if his penis was tied in a knot, pulled and twisted to its limit at both ends, before slowly stretching out. The timing of the contractions and relaxations was perfect; when it was tight, it felt like a stampede of horses, like the birth of heaven and earth, about to burst open; when it was loose, it was like a gentle breeze on a river, like floating on the vast ocean, truly boundless. Fan Lihua also felt extremely comfortable being penetrated by Xue Tong's erect dragon spear. Her acupoint felt itchy and tingly as if it were being bitten by thousands of ants. With each impact of Xue Tong's dragon spear, the itching sensation was like a star suddenly shattering and then reforming. First, it burst into countless star fragments, and then in an instant, it gathered and restored itself. The itching started again. Only by sitting down and twisting again, allowing Xue Tong's dragon spear to penetrate her acupoint once more, could she relieve the itching and feel completely refreshed.

Xue Tong held Fan Lihua's waist with one hand, while the other hand roughly caressed her plump breasts, squeezing and pulling them forcefully. He panted, "How was it? Lihua, wasn't I doing a good job?"

With that, he thrust three more times, making Fan Lihua cry out in pain. Her body leaned forward, and her two snow-white, tender breasts bounced before Xue Tong's eyes. They were smooth and slippery, occasionally emitting a soft, white light. Waves of milk rippled, and the fragrance of her breasts mingled with the scent of her virginity, mixed with the exotic fragrance of her genitals and the scent of roses, filling Xue Tong's nostrils, making it even more stimulating. He tightened his grip, grasping Fan Lihua's breasts completely, feeling their soft, smooth, warm, and delicate touch. Fan Lihua gasped for breath, her small mouth uttering, "Xue Tong...you're doing it so well...it feels so good...ahhh!"

Suddenly, her cry rose eight octaves. While she was speaking, Xue Tong thrust forcefully several times, his dragon spear swirling around her flower core. Fan Lihua felt as if her very soul was being blasted away. Xue Tong's powerful attack overwhelmed Fan Lihua. Although she tried her best to tighten her vagina, hoping Xue Tong's dragon spear would beg for mercy, for some reason, his dragon spear emanated an inexhaustible heat. Upon touching her core, her tender flesh felt as if it had been scalded by boiling water, her pores opening wide, stretching and relaxing, unable to contract any further. Her whole body felt a tingling, aching sensation, as if someone were rubbing lemons on her tender flesh, the acid seeping in. That feeling of acidity seeping into her flesh and tingling into her bones seemed to melt even her bones, leaving her only able to gasp for breath.

Xue Tong buried his face in Fan Lihua's breasts, his skin smooth, soft, plump, and supple. The scent of her breasts filled his nostrils, as if he were immersed in waves of milk, filling him with excitement and pleasure. After a while, Xue Tong lifted his head, his hips thrusting forcefully, and with a thud, Fan Lihua's jade-like back slammed onto the bed. Xue Tong pressed Fan Lihua down again, gathering all his energy in his dragon spear, releasing it all at once. His glans was nestled deep within her tender flower core, completely enveloped. He contracted forcefully, feeling his glans hot, wet, sour, and itchy. Unable to hold back any longer, with a cry of "Ah!", his ejaculation gate opened wide, like a volcanic eruption, a thick, hot stream of semen shooting out, like a powerful jet of water crashing against Fan Lihua's tender flesh. Fan Lihua's tender flesh, subjected to Xue Tong's thrusts and ejaculation, could no longer resist.

Her heart throbbed with heat and pleasure, and she cried out, tightly embracing Xue Tong. Her vaginal fluids poured over her, mingling with Xue Tong's semen. Her legs, weak and limp, slowly parted. Thick semen seeped from her honeyed depths, flowing down her legs and finally wetting Xue Tong's scrotum. Fan Lihua's pubic hair, coated with semen, appeared dark and glossy.

After their second encounter, the two slept for a while. Xue Tong awoke, his eyelids twitching slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. His limbs stretched out naturally, brushing against Fan Lihua's soft breasts, waking her as well. Fan Lihua lazily opened her eyes, rubbing them naturally with her hands, and yawned. At this moment, Xue Tong had already sat up and saw that Fan Lihua's long, shapely, and flawless jade legs were still straddling his own. He couldn't help but chuckle, thinking to himself, "Lihua seems calm and composed, but I didn't expect her to be quite a flirt in private."

His dragon spear, still swollen and erect from waking up, was full of yang energy. So Xue Tong flipped over and pressed himself onto Fan Lihua.

Fan Lihua rubbed her eyes, opened them, and saw Xue Tong smilingly pressing down on her. They were face to face, less than a foot apart. Xue Tong looked at her with great interest, making her blush with embarrassment. Remembering their passionate lovemaking the previous day, her face flushed even more. She tried to get up, arching her back, but Xue Tong was on top of her, his arms behind her knees. With a slight push, Fan Lihua's snowy buttocks rose, her legs raised high, revealing her alluring vulva. Despite the night, her vulva was still moist from the combined effects of Xue Tong's semen and Fan Lihua's vaginal fluids. Some of the thick, milky semen clung to her lush pubic hair, which, soaked in the semen and vaginal fluids all night, was smooth and glossy. Even the skin around her vulva was coated with some, oily and slippery, tempting one to touch it.

Xue Tong's lower body was throbbing with desire. Seeing such a beautiful sight, he lifted Fan Lihua's legs with both arms, slightly arched his back, aimed his penis at Fan Lihua's glistening and lubricated orifice, and with a whoosh, aided by the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, he thrust in without difficulty. Xue Tong's throbbing and itching subsided slightly, and he felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders. His facial muscles relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and he exhaled a long breath, clearly enjoying himself. Fan Lihua felt an uninvited guest enter her vagina. Her honeyed cave was completely filled with the penis, hot and warm. Her large, watery eyes cast tender and passionate glances, her jade-like face flushed with spring, her expression a mixture of melancholy and sigh, resentment and joy. Her round buttocks swayed naturally, and Xue Tong felt a wave of pleasure wash over him from his penis. With dozens of fierce thrusts, as valiant as a lion, he aroused Fan Lihua's entire body, causing her tender flesh to tremble and her juices to gush forth. After a shudder, her body went limp and collapsed into Xue Tong's arms.

"Xue Tong, I've just lost my virginity. Your treasure is too powerful. Let me rest for a while,"

Fan Lihua pleaded. Xue Tong nodded and said, "Lihua, I will cherish you."

As he spoke, his hard dragon spear withdrew from her beautiful orifice. Fan Lihua's two plump and wet petals trembled, and a pink cleft in the middle oozed milky white nectar. Xue Tong spread Fan Lihua's long, slender, snow-white legs apart with both hands, his gaze fixed like a hawk's on the glistening pink cleft. He lightly scraped and stirred, causing water to splash and coat his fingers. He carefully tasted it, the intoxicating scent of the woman's flesh carrying a faint sweetness. Xue Tong couldn't resist burying his face between her legs, his thick tongue swirling between Fan Lihua's plump petals and engorged clitoris, then frantically sucking the gushing nectar. Fan Lihua's milky white fluid covered his face and mouth, even wetting the hair on his face.

Fan Lihua, unable to withstand such skillful sexual teasing, was completely lost in the abyss of lust. Her delicate skin was a pale pink, her beautifully curved, boneless body exuding an alluring fragrance. Her body was so perfect, her fair skin so tender and smooth, seemingly glowing beneath a delicate surface, so elastic to the touch. "No... Xue Tong, I can't take it anymore... Give it to me..."

Fan Lihua cried out as another stream of spring water overflowed from her paradise, her jade arms embracing Xue Tong's head. Xue Tong straightened up and thrust his erect dragon spear into her overflowing jade orifice once more, thrusting powerfully. Fan Lihua, her pretty face flushed, softly moaned, "So powerful... harder... fuck me..."

Her soul-stirring cries of pleasure instantly filled the room.

Xue Tong placed Fan Lihua's legs on his shoulders, adjusting the angle of his dragon spear against her beautiful orifice. He prepared for the final, long-awaited strike. With Xue Tong's continuous thrusting, Fan Lihua had fallen into a state of semi-consciousness, semi-madness. Her tender orifice felt like it was being stirred up and down by a red-hot iron rod, giving her a feeling of pure pleasure. The tingling, numb, sore, and itchy sensations were incredibly pleasurable! The thick glans rubbed against the tender flesh of her orifice with each in-and-out motion, producing supreme pleasure! "Ouch! Be gentle, it's almost inside my uterus!"

Fan Lihua rolled her beautiful eyes, panting heavily... She looked extremely alluring, beautiful, and captivating! "Ouch... Xue Tong, you're killing me!"

Seeing her moaning incessantly, Xue Tong became more and more energetic and frantic, his glans hitting Fan Lihua's clitoris several times in a row. Fan Lihua couldn't help but cry out, hugging Xue Tong tighter and tighter, her body convulsing even more violently.

Fan Lihua writhed beneath Xue Tong, her movements growing increasingly agitated. Her vaginal walls contracted in waves, her clitoris sucking at his glans, which in turn pressed against her clitoris. Xue Tong cried out in pleasure, "I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die..."

With a roar, Xue Tong ejaculated, his abundant semen filling Fan Lihua's womb. Exhausted, Xue Tong collapsed onto Fan Lihua, gazing at her now-beautiful face, even more alluring than before... After three orgasms on Fan Lihua's body, Xue Tong finally returned to normal. The Holy Mother of Lishan gave him a elixir she had personally prepared, and Xue Tong thanked her for saving his life. In the days that followed, he and Fan Lihua lived like newlyweds, indulging in nightly pleasures. Under Xue Tong's guidance and training, Fan Lihua became increasingly sensual, responding to him with ease, the two enjoying themselves immensely.

Because he was concerned about the situation at the front lines, Xue Tong, after recovering from his injuries, was eager to return to the battlefield. Fan Lihua saw his thoughts and suggested that he return to Hanjiang Pass with him. So the two bid farewell to the Holy Mother of Lishan and rode back to Hanjiang Pass at full speed.

[Episode 11] Chapter 3: Heading to Snow City

Upon returning to Hanjiang Pass, they found white banners hanging high inside the pass. At first, the two thought they were for Fan Hong, but upon entering the commander's mansion, they learned that it was for Xue Rengui, Su Li, Liu Hanshan, Miao Dongbo, Yan Shanting, and Li Xiutang, who had died in battle three days earlier, and whose remains had been transported back to Hanjiang Pass the previous day. Xue Tong was shocked to hear this. He had only been wounded and left Hanjiang Pass for a little over ten days, and he never expected such a major event to occur here.

Seeing Lin Xuezhen, Lu Ziyuan, Xue Qingying, Xue Xiaochai, and others dressed in mourning and weeping bitterly, Xue Tong learned from them that after he was wounded, the Evil Emperor and Yang Fan had broken out of Hanjiang Pass and fled back to the capital of Xiyue. Upon hearing of the fall of Hanjiang Pass, the Emperor of Xiyue learned that Princess Qianqian had told him that Yang Fan, in collusion with the Evil Emperor, had killed Fan Hong and instigated war between the two nations. The Emperor then ordered the execution of Yang Fan and the Evil Emperor, but they preemptively struck, resulting in a coup that killed the Emperor and allowed Yang Fan to ascend the throne. He enlisted the help of his uncle, the Evil Emperor's junior brother, the Great Wizard Evil God, to lead the Xiyue soldiers in preparation for facing the Tang army.

Learning of the upheaval in the Xiyue court, Xue Rengui believed an immediate campaign was necessary to annihilate Xiyue. He acted on his own initiative, leading Xue Dingshan, Su Li, Liu Hanshan, Miao Dongbo, Yan Shanting, Li Xiutang, and 50,000 troops to sweep through the Xiyue capital. However, Xiyue abandoned Baihu Pass, and the Evil Emperor deployed the Double Dragon Formation at Shuanglong Mountain. Xue Rengui, driven by greed, advanced recklessly and perished in the formation. Su Li, Liu Hanshan, Miao Dongbo, Yan Shanting, and Li Xiutang also died far from home, while Xue Dingshan's whereabouts remained unknown.

According to the soldiers who escaped, the Twin Dragon Formation was extremely strange. Upon entering the formation, the Tang army suddenly became restless and even hallucinated. They immediately began fighting their own troops. First, Su Li killed Li Xiutang, then Miao Dongbo and Yan Shanting killed Liu Hanshan. Xue Dingshan then killed Su Li, and Xue Rengui killed Miao Dongbo and Yan Shanting. Finally, Xue Dingshan killed Xue Rengui with an arrow. The Tang army was thrown into chaos, with infighting resulting in over half its strength being killed or wounded. No one knows what happened to Xue Dingshan afterward.

Lin Shibing sighed, "This is the Bloodthirsty Twin Dragon Formation set up by the Evil Emperor using his Illusionary Annihilation True Essence. My disciples died unjustly within its walls. This revenge must be taken."

Liu Yuqiong and Miao Ruohan cried, urging Xue Tong to avenge their fathers. Xue Tong advised, "Everyone, please calm down. Such a deep hatred must be avenged, but have you considered how to break the Twin Dragon Formation? Without a way to break it, no matter how many people enter, it's all in vain." Xue Tong

's words quieted everyone down.

Lin Xuezhen said, "Yes, we must come up with a foolproof plan, otherwise we won't be able to avenge our defeat, and innocent people will die in vain."

Dou Xiantong's two giant rhinoceroses were killed by Fan Lihua, and he was also severely injured. These days, she guessed that Xue Tong must be very close to Fan Lihua, and she was extremely jealous. However, she had now submitted to Xue Tong, and no one dared to mention the past. Dou Xiantong asked Fan Lihua with a cold laugh, "Sister Lihua, your martial arts are superb, do you know how to break the formation?"

Seeing Fan Lihua shake her head, Dou Xiantong sneered, "Ah! I thought the Tang army could count on you."

Fan Lihua's face was clouded with anger. She didn't like Dou Xiantong much. She knew she had killed countless people and her hands were stained with the blood of the Tang army. Now that Xue Tong was being so nice to her, these women must be extremely jealous of her, so she didn't say much.

When Dou Xiantong asked her a question, Fan Lihua said, "I only know that the Evil Emperor is proficient in military strategy and skilled in formations, but I've never heard of the Twin Dragon Formation before, and I can't think of a way to break it. In my opinion, to defeat the enemy, we must know ourselves and our enemy. I want to personally go to the capital of Xiyue to find out the secrets of the Twin Dragon Formation."

Xue Tong said, "That's the only way for now. Lihua, I'll go with you. " Dou

Xiantong quickly said, "I'll go too."

Xue Tong nodded, "Alright, the three of us will prepare and set off tomorrow."

Yang Mi'er suddenly stood up. "Wait, I have something to say."

Xue Tong asked, "Mi'er, what do you want to say?"

Yang Mi'er said, "My brother and sister-in-law are currently guarding Snow City. Although Snow City is not large and has few troops, the area around Snow City is very rich, with herds of cattle and horses and abundant food. Half of the Western Yue army's logistical supplies come from Snow City. Yang Fan rebelled and killed the emperor. I think Marshal Xue should consider taking over the people of Snow City. In this way, the Western Yue army's supplies will be halved, and the morale of the army will naturally collapse. In addition, my sister-in-law is proficient in battle formations. We can ask her if..." "You know how to break the Twin Dragon Formation,"

Xue Tong said. "Excellent."

Fan Lihua also said, "The former Crown Princess Yun Duo, who is Yang Mi'er's sister-in-law, is a disciple of the Kunlun Martial Saint. In terms of seniority, she is my fellow disciple. She is proficient in the Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, and the art of military formation. If Xue Bao can subdue her, our chances of defeating the Twin Dragon Formation will increase even more."

Yang Mi'er continued, "Not long ago, my sister-in-law's men ambushed his Ironclad Flying Wolves, and Yang Fan has already noticed. After Yang Fan ascended the throne, he sent his uncle, the Great Shaman..." "The evil god is leading his troops to guard Tianjing. This is enough to show that he intends to harm my brother and sister-in-law,"

Xue Tong said. "In that case, Yang Mi'er will come with us. We'll go to Xuecheng first to help Yang Mi'er and her brother defeat the evil god, seize Tianjing, and cut off Yang Fan's arm. Then we'll deal with his Twin Dragon Formation."

After arranging everything, Xue Tong had Lin Shibing, Lin Xuezhen, and Xue Qingying, the grandmother and granddaughter, guard Hanjiang Pass. He, along with Fan Lihua, Dou Xiantong, and Yang Mi'er, and with Luo Tong and Luo Ren as their drivers, set off for Xuecheng.

On the road to Xuecheng, two luxurious carriages were traveling. Both carriages had been modified by Xue Tong. He had specially added springs and fixing devices to support the weight of the carriages, similar to the suspension of a modern car. Sitting inside was indeed very comfortable, a stark contrast to the previous bumpy ride. Outside the carriage windows, the hills and sand dunes were howling in the wind, with sand flying everywhere. If you stuck your head out, you would get a mouthful of sand, and you dared not open your eyes. Fan Lihua's expression was cold and stern, her bright eyes like those of a hunting wolf, radiating an icy aura.

Even her veil was styled like a man's. Her eyebrows were mostly straight, with few curves, subtly hinting at a masculine air. She was like a snow lotus blooming on an icy peak—pure, aloof, yet possessing an undeniable feminine softness.

"The journey to Snow City is fraught with peril; do not leave my side lightly."

Fan Lihua's tone was icy yet tinged with warmth. This high-and-mighty woman often displayed an air of arrogance, which even Xue Tong, despite their intimate relationship, sometimes found unbearable. This was understandable; Fan Lihua's martial arts skills were indeed far superior to Xue Tong's, especially her icy aura, which proved unexpectedly effective in battle. Fan Lihua wasn't one for words, and her previous statement had already been quite lengthy. Xue Tong, somewhat exasperated by her personality, could only nod in agreement, "Alright, but... could you... be a little more enthusiastic? The two behind me are my women; we need to stick together."

"Hmph, I don't like it,"

Fan Lihua snorted coldly, her eyes gazing out the car window at the endless yellow sand, lost in thought. She was simply a woman who acted on her own whims; she did what she liked and didn't do what she didn't like. Who could do anything to her? And how many people in the world could truly control her? "Sigh..."

Xue Tong nearly lost his temper. He reached behind her and gently embraced her soft body. Fan Lihua trembled slightly, gradually relaxing, leaning back gently into Xue Tong's arms. Held like this by Xue Tong, she felt a sense of peace, the most beautiful emotion in the world—love.

Seeing her body soften, Xue Tong brought his mouth close to her small, cute ear and said gently, "Pear Blossom, can't you even compromise a little for my sake? Xian Tong and Yang Mi'er are both very nice people."

Xue Tong's words were full of pleading.

"Hmph, if they're so nice, why do you always have such a long face when you see me?"

Fan Lihua replied firmly. She was also very annoyed. She and Dou Xian Tong were already at odds, and Dou Xian Tong had been picking fights with her all along the way. Now that Xue Tong had dragged them together, it was already the limit of her patience to refrain from killing Dou Xian Tong. To expect her to serve Xue Tong in the same bed with Dou Xian Tong was simply impossible.

"Fine, I won't force you."

Xue Tong reached into her underwear and caressed her full breasts. Xue Tong exclaimed, "Wearing just a thin layer of clothing is so convenient; I can just reach out and touch these two treasures."

Her skin was delicate and soft, yet somewhat cool. As Xue Tong gently stroked it, he could feel the youthful pulse within, a distinct warmth, as if some vibrant energy was pulsating inside. "What a strange feeling, Lihua, your treasures are so wonderful."

Xue Tong's breath brushed against Fan Lihua's earlobe, making her quite uncomfortable. She couldn't help but turn her head and glare at Xue Tong with her beautiful eyes.

"Mmm..."

Fan Lihua felt comfortable from his touch and let out a soft moan, as if in protest. She sat her beautiful buttocks on Xue Tong's lap and gently swayed. Although Fan Lihua's exterior was cold, her heart possessed the fiery passion of a typical woman, a yearning for a man. Her parched body, suddenly nourished by sweet rain, was naturally parched with intense thirst. This dignified and proud female warrior, after being captured by Xue Tong, had become a woman yearning for love. Her delicate hands gently grasped Xue Tong's arm, her soft lips lightly kissing his face, hoping he would once again give her the exquisite, intoxicating sensation. Though reserved, her desire for a man was enough to make her forget her true nature, revealing her wanton side.

Xue Tong had tried to get her to serve him along with Dou Xiantong and Yang Mi'er, but Fan Lihua refused.

Only when she was alone with Xue Tong did Fan Lihua reveal her desire for a man. At this time, her panting grew increasingly intense, and she simply turned around, suddenly embracing Xue Tong, snuggling into his arms. Xue Tong also greatly admired Fan Lihua. This peerless master possessed a cold and aloof temperament, and her moans always gave Xue Tong a great sense of conquest. She also had a special skill: she could maintain any position for a long time—this was the most pleasurable thing for Xue Tong.

When their lovemaking reached its peak, Fan Lihua could still maintain a certain "cute" posture, even when she was completely intoxicated.

The carriage sped along, and the two removed their lower garments. Fan Lihua straddled Xue Tong, her jade-like hand grasping his penis. Xue Tong happily said, "Lihua, let me in quickly."

Fan Lihua nodded, her face flushed with shyness, and wrapped her legs around Xue Tong's waist. She focused her energy and guided his penis into her vagina. As soon as the penis entered, Fan Lihua felt a large, red, and hot iron rod thrust inside, pressing tightly against her clitoris. A warm, tingling sensation spread throughout her body.

Seeing Fan Lihua's face flushed with desire and her eyes filled with ecstasy, Xue Tong's penis trembled violently, pressing against her clitoris. Instantly, waves of pleasure surged through Fan Lihua. Fan Lihua's heart trembled, her lips parted slightly, and she let out a soft "ah." Her vagina suddenly contracted, tightly locking Xue Tong's penis inside her. At the same time, she channeled her inner energy into her lower body, the tender flesh of her vagina emitting a cool sensation that counteracted the heat of Xue Tong's glans.

Xue Tong's glans, hot as waves, pressed against Fan Lihua's tender flesh at the center of her vagina. With each touch, the heat of his glans met the coolness of her vaginal muscles, creating a yin-yang balance. Xue Tong felt the swelling of his penis lessen slightly, and the burning sensation dissipate. He couldn't help but tightly embrace Fan Lihua, his buttocks trembling as he thrust rapidly. Although Fan Lihua felt an intense tingling sensation in her vaginal muscles, she gritted her teeth and endured it. She used her vaginal grinding technique to envelop Xue Tong's glans with her vaginal muscles, then vigorously twisted her hips, causing it to rotate slightly. The tightness of her vagina massaged the shaft of his penis, releasing its energy like a millstone grinding rice, dissolving Xue Tong's supreme true energy. When this skill was mastered, if the opponent was weak, a simple twist and shake would cause them to ejaculate and surrender, utterly defeated. Fan Lihua had originally planned to use this technique only when she couldn't hold back any longer, but Xue Tong was so strong that he forced her to use it right from the start.

One twisted his waist rapidly, grinding his genitals together, while the other thrust his dragon spear swiftly, pumping in and out like the wind, using only the heat of his glans to resist. The yin and yang energies merged in their lower bodies, and with each impact, Xue Tong felt a refreshing sensation as if a hundred flowers were blooming and the sun were breaking through the clouds. The yin energy emanating from his vaginal muscles was like a gentle breeze carrying dew, so sweet and cool, making his whole body feel comfortable, as if he were soaking in ice water in the middle of summer, invigorating, cool, and thoroughly comfortable. All that could be heard were the sounds of splashing water, the slapping of flesh, the intermittent panting of the two, and Fan Lihua's lewd moans rising and falling. Both of them were covered in sweat, their hair was wet, and their bodies shimmered with oil from the perspiration. Xue Tong thrust nearly a hundred times in one breath, the yang energy of his glans exchanging with the yin energy of her vaginal muscles. Each time his glans struck her flesh, a stream of yin energy surged up from her urethra, and Fan Lihua felt the same way, a warm sensation emanating from her vaginal muscles, making her feel as if she were melting. Their true yang and yin mingled, and after over a hundred thrusts, Xue Tong ejaculated a large amount of thick yang essence deep into Fan Lihua's uterus. Fan Lihua fully enjoyed the spring breeze and dew brought by Xue Tong, her internal dual cultivation technique operating on its own, her entire being completely immersed in desire.

Xue Tong, panting, said, "Lihua, you're so good, it feels so good."

He embraced Fan Lihua, both of them covered in a light sweat—quite remarkable that they had managed to break a sweat in such cold weather. "Mmm,"

Fan Lihua murmured, burying her head seductively in Xue Tong's chest, feeling every pulsation of his strong muscles. Being with Xue Tong gave her the greatest pleasure a woman could experience, and she was deeply captivated by this pleasure, deeply in love with Xue Tong. Fan Lihua blushed, recalling the seductive moans she had made with Xue Tong during their lovemaking. Only then did she feel like a real woman, not the purple-clad swordswoman, the cold-blooded expert.

"What are those two doing behind us?"

Xue Tong asked suddenly, kissing Fan Lihua's soft lips.

"Hmph..."

Fan Lihua glared at Xue Tong. "You only care about that vixen Dou Xiantong. Is she prettier than me? You like her more, don't you?" As

she spoke, her expression turned cold, and her jade-like hand reached down, grasping Xue Tong's soft waist, applying slight pressure. "Hey... what are you doing?"

Xue Tong helplessly grabbed her wrist. "I knew Dou Xiantong before you, so it's natural that I liked her. You wouldn't want me to be an ungrateful man, would you? If I'm heartless towards Dou Xiantong, I'll be the same towards you."

"Hmph."

Fan Lihua released Xue Tong's grip, thought about it, and realized Xue Tong was right. After the frenzy, Fan Lihua regained her coldness and arrogance, quickly put on her clothes, and began cultivating the internal energy of the Immortal Dance True Technique. A chill emanated from Fan Lihua's beautiful face. This was a special internal energy she had cultivated in the extremely cold land of Lishan, which she named Frost Qi. Once released, only a small amount of this internal energy was needed to freeze anything it touched, even people.

Fan Lihua's stunningly beautiful and aloof temperament was largely due to her cultivation of this Frost Qi, and also because she disliked talking and was always lost in thought. Looking at Fan Lihua's cold face, Xue Tong recalled the farewell at Hanjiang Pass. Lin Shibing, Lin Xuezhen, Xue Qingying, and other women had seen them off to the ten-mile pavilion, reluctant to part. In the end, it was Xue Qingying who said, "Miss Fan, the journey to the icy and snowy land is extremely dangerous. We entrust our husband's safety to you. "

Fan Lihua simply nodded. Xue Qingying and the others understood that Fan Lihua's nod was a promise, and who in the world could obtain such a promise?

Traveling in two carriages was Dou Xiantong's suggestion. Xue Tong asked Fan Lihua with a pretentious air, "Lihua, do you know who so thoughtfully suggested traveling in two carriages?"

Fan Lihua wasn't particularly concerned with such matters; she had a celestial disposition. She simply gave a soft "hmm," her expression extremely indifferent. "It was Xiantong who suggested it. She knows you have a cold and aloof personality, and to cheer you up, she suggested I get two carriages. Otherwise… one carriage would be enough for the four of us, don't you think?"

Xue Tong observed Fan Lihua's expression, but after watching for a while, there was no change whatsoever, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.

Fan Lihua's expression did change slightly after hearing this, but it was so subtle that it couldn't be shown on her face. At first, Fan Lihua felt a warmth in her heart, thinking that Dou Xiantong was quite kind to her and understood her feelings. But then she thought that Dou Xiantong was deliberately trying to please Xue Tong, making her seem sophisticated, while simultaneously highlighting Fan Lihua's poor character. This contrast caused any lingering goodwill she felt towards Dou Xiantong to vanish instantly.

Seeing that she didn't react, Xue Tong felt bored. He greeted her, leaped off the carriage, and a sandstorm immediately hit his face. Xue Tong activated the Angry Dragon Roar, enveloping his body in a protective aura. The sand stopped three feet away from him and began to fall. Xue Tong quickly rushed into the next carriage, covered in sand.

"Hey? Why aren't you in the front with her?"

Dou Xiantong didn't speak when she saw Xue Tong, but instead helped him brush the sand off. Yang Mi'er, however, asked without a care in the world. "Fan Lihua is a Purple Gold Warrior, she doesn't need my protection, hehe, I'm worried about you guys getting into trouble."

Xue Tong spat out the sand in his mouth. "This damn desert, the wind is truly unruly."

"Hehe, luckily you anticipated this before we set off, not only did you have us bring two carriages, but you also added shock absorbers to them, and you even widened the wheels to prevent them from getting stuck in the sand. Xue Tong, I think you're like Zhuge Liang, the strategist who wins battles from afar."

Dou Xiantong smiled and helped Xue Tong take off his coat.

"Hehe, this general is of course the strategist who wins battles from afar."

Xue Tong was extremely proud. His current combat strength was close to that of a Snow Silver Warrior, several levels higher than Dou Xiantong. He was also very skilled in military campaigns. In front of Dou Xiantong, he could indeed find his place as a man.

"Yes, Brother Xue is indeed the strategist who wins battles from afar."

Yang Mi'er was even more straightforward. Her admiration for Xue Tong was not only reflected in his usual behavior, but also in every action.

"You two must be lonely, hehe, let's have some fun."

Xue Tong grabbed Yang Mi'er's arm and tried to pull off her skirt. Yang Mi'er feigned panic and cried out, twisting her body in resistance.

"Xue Tong, something's wrong, be careful!"

Fan Lihua's voice, as clear as silk, reached Xue Tong's ears. The two carriages were separated by a sandstorm, enough to blow away an ordinary, weak person, but Fan Lihua's voice managed to travel through the sandstorm to the carriage behind. Even Xue Tong had to admire her skill. Xue Tong immediately abandoned his

playful intentions, swiftly drew his three-pointed double-edged sword, and tried his best to unleash his spiritual sense to observe the surrounding movements. They were still on the same road, but the sandstorm seemed to have suddenly stopped. Even with Xue Tong's powerful spiritual sense, he felt as if he were trapped in a fog, only able to see about three meters around the carriage. Beyond that, he couldn't see anything.

Something was definitely wrong! Xue Tong didn't say a word, quickly jumping out of the carriage window, reining in her horse, and simultaneously sending a telepathic message to Fan Lihua: "Lihua, we've been ambushed."

"Yes, I know."

Fan Lihua's calm voice rang in Xue Tong's ears. Her carriage had already stopped, but she remained seated inside, not moving at all. "We seem to have entered some kind of formation. Be careful, don't move around."

"Huh? Damn, what kind of formation could this be? Nobody should know we're in Snow City! This is strange."

Xue Tong said, annoyed.

"What's strange about it? Maybe the other side has a master of divination who can find out our whereabouts through divination."

Fan Lihua's voice remained unusually calm. Even after entering the enemy's unknown formation, she showed no panic.

"Divination? That's quite a possibility."

Xue Tong sighed helplessly. In this era, without cell phones or other communication devices, and with the desert being difficult to traverse, it was impossible for the other side to know that the four of them had come to Xiyue Kingdom. The only possibility was divination.

Fan Lihua leaped down from the carriage with swift, clean movements, landing without even stirring a grain of sand. Even amidst the mist, a chilling aura emanated from her, protecting her body. The Zhuxian Sword was already drawn, hovering above her head, its tip radiating a chilling aura and carrying a three-foot-long sword light. Xue Tong's personal guards, Luo Tong and Luo Ren, were specially chosen by Xue Tong to accompany him. They had been driving the carriage, acting as drivers. Although the sandstorm raged outside, they had grown up on the grasslands and deserts and were accustomed to such weather. The two quickly approached Xue Tong and called Dou Xiantong and Yang Mier down from the carriage.

"Luo Tong, you two, don't leave us, especially don't leave Lady Fan,"

Xue Tong quickly instructed. "Yes!"

the two replied simultaneously. Having followed Xue Tong for so long, they were no longer afraid of any unexpected situations, because they believed that no matter what happened, their general could handle it. This was a soldier's blind confidence in his commander, and it was this confidence that sent many soldiers who blindly trusted their commanders to their doom.

Fan Lihua had been observing her surroundings, a disdainful smirk playing on her lips. What kind of formation could a few petty thieves possibly use to trap us? With a thought, the Immortal Execution Sword shone brightly, its spinning speed increasing dramatically, faintly emitting a dragon's roar. The sword seemed to possess a spirit, rapidly spinning around Fan Lihua, its speed increasing as if gathering momentum. Sure enough, with a whistling sound, the Immortal Execution Sword flew out and disappeared into the mist. Xue Tong was startled and cried out, "No! It'll be troublesome if they take the sword!"

"Hmph."

Fan Lihua let out a haughty snort, and the Immortal Execution Sword flew back with a whoosh. Then, the sword flew out repeatedly, "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The sword light traveled in all directions, finally hovering above Fan Lihua's head, like a sentient guardian, alert to any potential danger.

"This formation isolates us from the sandstorm; it looks quite powerful,"

Dou Xiantong muttered to himself.

"Yes, the sand outside feels like knives cutting our faces. To be able to block such a strong sandstorm, the formation must be incredibly powerful,"

Yang Mi'er immediately agreed.

"My sword-flying technique can only fly a dozen or so feet... normally I can fly over a hundred feet,"

Fan Lihua's voice remained calm, but a hint of anxiety was revealed. She clearly wasn't confident in breaking this formation.

"Lihua, do you mean... this formation is incredibly powerful?"

Xue Tong asked doubtfully.

"Powerful isn't the point. The problem is we need to know what kind of formation it is to find a way to break it. In my opinion, it's definitely another illusionary formation, designed to prevent us from reaching the Western Yue Kingdom. Even if it can't completely stop us, it can at least delay us for a while. Could it be that the Western Yue Kingdom really foresaw our arrival?"

Fan Lihua frowned, muttering to herself.

"Yang Fan's uncle, the Evil God, is a master of divination and extremely skilled. Could it be him?"

Yang Mi'er said uncertainly.

"Very likely."

Fan Lihua suddenly turned to Xue Tong. "Let's go together, maybe we can break this formation."

"Okay, let's try."

Xue Tong instructed Dou Xiantong: "You take them a little further away. Lihua and I will try to break this formation. If our skills are strong enough, we might be able to break it in one fell swoop, hehe."

"Okay."

Dou Xiantong knew that her skills were no match for Fan Lihua's. She pulled Yang Mi'er back a dozen meters quickly, while Xue Tong and Fan Lihua moved forward a few dozen meters. The two looked at each other, felt that they were about the same, and then channeled their energy, entering a state of preparation.

Suddenly, Xue Tong shouted, "Heavenly Gale Storm!"

He then raised his hands upwards, and the lightning bolts in his hands flew away, instantly enlarging into two giant wheels. These wheels spun forward, accompanied by a terrifying crackling sound. The giant wheels flew ten meters into the air, with lightning reaching the ground below, singing a song of thunder and scorching the ground in their wake. This was a new move Xue Tong created after cultivating the Immortal Dance True Technique and incorporating the Thirteen Heavenly Gale Slashes. This move possessed the invincible power of the Thirteen Heavenly Gale Slashes, and carried the momentum of an Immortal Thunderstorm as it headed towards Snow City.

The lightning giant wheels rolled forward, creating a winding curve. Wherever the curve passed, everything within a ten-meter radius above the ground was destroyed, burned, and melted by the powerful lightning! This curve moved forward at an extremely fast speed, its rumbling thunder echoing through the sky… Bright! Extremely bright! It was almost a force capable of destroying gods and Buddhas. Xue Tong withdrew his hand, and the rumbling thunder disappeared. Looking at the place where the Heavenly Gale Storm had passed, there was a winding path of scorched earth, about two meters wide and a hundred paces long.

At the same time, Fan Lihua also shouted, "Immortal Thunderstorm!"

The Immortal Execution Sword hanging above her head instantly emitted a dazzling light, its spinning speed reaching its limit. The sword transformed into a ball of light and shadow, carrying violently moving icy air and the sound of wind and thunder. With the force of a thunderbolt, it roared in the same direction as Xue Tong's Heavenly Gale Storm, leaving a phantom trail behind the Immortal Execution Sword. Where the sword light passed, a line five meters wide, stretching from the ground to the sword light itself, was filled with chilling aura and crackling lightning. This Celestial Thunderstorm was likely Fan Lihua's most powerful sword technique. The chilling aura first froze the air in front of it, then the lightning quickly shattered the frozen air, turning it into nothingness. The entire line rapidly formed a vacuum-like path... The rumbling roar shook the earth, and Dou Xiantong and the others felt as if an earthquake had occurred, their feet trembling for a full ten minutes before the sword light finally disappeared. It seemed to have advanced at least a hundred zhang, even further than Xue Tong's Celestial Thunderstorm!

Dou Xiantong's eyes widened; Fan Lihua's skill was indeed extraordinary.

The mist within the formation immediately dissipated considerably, becoming thinner. Xue Tong and Fan Lihua, their minds in perfect harmony, thought, "It really works!" The two roared simultaneously, unleashing the same attack as before. A deafening roar echoed once more, and lightning, flames, and icy energy surged forward like a tidal wave, as if a fire dragon and an ice dragon were simultaneously clearing a path!

"Boom..."

With a final, resounding clap of thunder, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by the two.

"Ah... ptooey!"

Dou Xiantong suddenly felt a sandstorm lashing her delicate face. She spat out the sand, her face contorted in pain, and activated a defensive technique to keep the sand at bay, also enveloping Yang Mier, Luo Tong, and Luo Ren within its protective barrier.

"Success!"

Xue Tong and Fan Lihua exchanged a smile. Their hearts were in sync; they felt that joining forces to conquer the world, experiencing joy and sorrow, was the greatest pleasure in life.

"Raging Dragon's Roar!"

Xue Tong swiftly cast a defensive array, enveloping their bodies and protecting them from the sandstorm.

"Just a few petty thieves."

Fan Lihua sneered. With her skill, she naturally didn't need Xue Tong's protection. Suddenly, her sword light roared up again, swirling above her head, poised to strike. Xue Tong looked and saw several tall, imposing figures ahead—the ones who had set up the array. They never imagined that their painstakingly constructed array would be broken so quickly.

"Ice and Snow Sword Formation!"

Fan Lihua cried out, and the Zhuxian Sword let out a loud dragon's roar, flying out with a whoosh. The sword light was aimed directly at the tall figures fleeing ahead.

In Xue Tong's eyes, the sword light, as sharp as a bolt of lightning, seemed to cut through iron like mud, instantly shredding dozens of figures in front of him into dust. Even Xue Tong felt like he was watching computer-generated special effects from his own era. They were being slaughtered to pieces, falling to the ground—it was a massacre! Xue Tong was shocked. Even though he had fought on the battlefield for many years and killed countless enemies, such carnage still made him tremble with fear. Xue Tong quickly pulled Dou Xiantong and the others back, ordering, "You all get in the car, don't go to the front."

Indeed, Dou Xiantong and Yang Mi'er would definitely not be able to bear seeing the slaughterhouse-like scene ahead. The Zhuxian Sword, which had been shot out, quickly flew back and disappeared into the Hunyuan Umbrella. Fan Lihua, as if nothing had happened, turned and got into the carriage, sitting quietly as if the killing just now was not her doing at all.

Luo Tong and Luo Ren continued to act as the coachmen, continuing their journey along the desert. Before long, a strong stench of blood filled the air, making the two men feel uneasy. They hadn't seen what had just happened because the sandstorm had obscured their vision, but even amidst the sandstorm, the stench of blood made them realize the ferocity of the battle. The two men involuntarily widened their eyes and looked down at the ground. Now there was no fog, and the corpses that Fan Lihua had just shattered were now hidden by the sandstorm, only vague shadows remaining. The fragmented bodies made Luo Tong and Luo Ren immediately understand that Fan Lihua's Ice and Snow Sword Formation had caused such a terrible consequence. Luo Tong drove the carriage ahead, with the perpetually cold-faced Fan Lihua sitting behind him. Luo Tong's heart pounded wildly, thinking to himself, "My goodness! This cold-faced, purple-clad heroine is actually so powerful!"

Luo Ren, in the carriage behind, was also trembling with fear, filled with deep dread for Fan Lihua.

"Heroine Fan is indeed powerful! The two of you worked together and broke through the formation in one fell swoop! Amazing!"

Yang Mi'er said cheerfully. "Fairy Boy, when we arrive in our Snow City, I'll treat you to our special wine, wine stored in the ice cellar, hehe."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it!"

Dou Xiantong laughed heartily, and the two chatted freely.

[Episode 11] Chapter 4: Encountering a Wolf Pack

Yang Mi'er's brother, Yang Xiao, guarded Snow City, the northernmost city in Western Yue. The city was small, only a dozen square kilometers. There were only about 20,000 soldiers, usually scattered in various towns, supervising the slaves' work while also participating in production themselves, mainly raising camels, horses, and sheep, with grapes as the main crop. In the vast desert, the bones of merchants were a common sight. Today, a sunny day had arrived, and Luo Tong hummed a song happily. Suddenly, his song stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened: "Wolves! Desert wolves!" "

Hmm?"

Fan Lihua gently lifted the car window with her delicate white hand. Sure enough, ahead lay a pack of wolves, nearly four thousand desert wolves. Though not large in size, their attack power was astonishing. Their numbers were vast, like a scattered dark cloud. The wolves' fur gleamed bluish in the sunlight, their large mouths gaping menacingly as they drew closer.

"Oh dear, so many wolves!"

Luo Ren was also startled. Encountering a pack of wolves was the greatest misfortune for travelers in the desert. A wolf pack usually had a alpha wolf, who commanded the pack with its howl. If it were an ordinary merchant, they would surely be devoured, leaving only bones. Luo Ren, of course, knew how formidable wolves were. He cried out in alarm, "General! Wolves! Wolves!"

"Ah? Wolves? How many?"

Yang Mi'er was startled. Dou Xiantong pulled her and they quickly jumped out of the carriage. Looking at the surging wolves, which could be described as overwhelming, Dou Xiantong was momentarily stunned. Xue Tong lazily walked over, carrying a three-pointed double-edged sword, and smiled, "Don't worry, your husband is here. There's no need to panic."

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Fan Lihua seemed somewhat disdainful of Dou Xiantong's panic in the face of the wolves. She quietly watched the approaching wolves, her beautiful eyes darting around as she observed their movements.

"What should we do?"

Luo Tong and Luo Ren had both heard from the older generation about the ferocity of wolf packs. Imagine thousands of hungry wolves attacking at once—even with the best martial arts skills, killing a few dozen wolves would be the limit. Besides, a wolf pack's attack isn't like a friendly sparring match; they attack without any strategy, biting indiscriminately from all directions… How could they not be worried?

"What else can we do? Kill them!"

Xue Tong smiled. "Isn't this perfect? We don't have much food; the wolves are providing us with supplies!"

Xue Tong's optimistic nature captivated Fan Lihua. This was the kind of man she had always dreamed of, and Xue Tong hadn't disappointed her.

"Alright! We'll kill the wolves for meat!"

Fan Lihua's spirits soared. A chilling aura emanated from her, and the Zhuxian Sword flew into the air, hovering above her head, poised to strike. Xue Tong also drew his sword, standing tall and waiting for the wolves to arrive.

"Don't panic, everyone. Stay behind Lihua."

Xue Tong, of course, knew how powerful Fan Lihua was in martial arts and immediately gave the order.

"Yes!"

Luo Tong and Luo Ren immediately stood behind Fan Lihua, while Dou Xiantong and Yang Mier followed behind Xue Tong. After all, Dou Xiantong was still a little worried about Fan Lihua. What if she didn't save him at the crucial moment? It was safer to stay by her lover's side.

Xue Tong and Fan Lihua stood side by side, facing the howling wolf pack charging at them. Fan Lihua suddenly said, "The wolf pack is being controlled."

"Ah? You mean... beast taming techniques?"

Seeing Fan Lihua nod, Xue Tong couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Commanding an entire wolf pack, how high of a skill does that require? Is it some kind of evil god personally commanding them?"

"There's a wolf king in the pack..."

Fan Lihua's beautiful eyes gleamed with wisdom. "Oh... I see!"

Xue Tong wasn't stupid, and immediately thought, "Someone must be controlling the wolf king and then using the wolf king to command the pack."

"Of course."

Seeing that the wolf pack had closed to within five zhang, Fan Lihua sneered, "Xue Tong, how about we have a contest to see who kills the most wolves?"

"Sure! Hehe, let's have a contest."

Xue Tong always wanted to change Fan Lihua's cold personality. When she took the initiative to propose a wolf-killing competition, he immediately agreed. Besides, even if he lost, he wouldn't lose anything; losing to Fan Lihua was the same as losing to himself. Fan Lihua glanced at Dou Xiantong and said coldly, "The loser must serve as the other's servant for a month and must not disobey the master's orders."

Upon hearing this, Dou Xiantong felt that Fan Lihua was deliberately making things difficult for Xue Tong, and thus for himself. Under these circumstances, Dou Xiantong couldn't express his opinion. After all, among the six, Fan Lihua was the strongest fighter. If they lost her, it was a real question whether the other five could break through the wolf pack.

"Alright! Servant it is! Your husband accepts the challenge!"

Xue Tong roared, brandishing his sword and charging into the wolf pack. A raging dragon roared around him, enveloping Dou Xiantong and Yang Mi'er.

"Begin!"

Fan Lihua called out, strolling forward with an air of nonchalance. The Zhuxian Sword hovering above her head let out a dragon's roar, its spinning speed increasing several times over. Luo Tong and Luo Ren, knowing the ruthlessness of her attacks, could only grip their weapons tightly and follow behind her.

This time, Fan Lihua wasn't using the Ice and Snow Sword Formation. If she had used that formation, all the wolves would have been shredded into mincemeat, unable to become their food. She directly used the Zhuxian Sword to sever the wolves' heads. A flash of sword light, and wolf heads rolled off. Swish—flashes of sword light, wolf heads rolling. Luo Tong and Luo Ren followed nervously behind Fan Lihua, swords in hand, ready to kill any wolves that escaped. Unexpectedly, Fan Lihua's martial arts were too powerful. The Zhuxian Sword severed the heads of all the wolves in front of her without missing a single one, leaving Luo Tong and Luo Ren with no chance to kill any more wolves. The two were both happy and frustrated.

Soon, behind the two groups lay a field of wolf carcasses. Yet, thousands of wolves still charged forward, seemingly fearless, relentlessly attacking. Not a single wolf bothered to eat the corpses of its own kind; their target was Xue Tong and his group of six. The deafening howls of wolves rose and fell, blood spurted, wolf heads rolled, sword flashed, and wolf carcasses lay scattered. The brutal fighting was no less fierce than a battlefield, the air thick with the stench of blood and decay, making the six men want to vomit… As the sun set, it bathed the desert in a blood-red light. After a dozen minutes, the wolf pack had been mostly killed. The remaining few hundred wolves had lost the courage to charge. Suddenly, Fan Lihua spotted the wolf king, its fur a pure white. The wolf king was taller and stronger than the average wolf, and standing beside it was a man from the Western Yue Kingdom exuding an eerie aura.

“Xue Tong, kill the wolf king first, that’s victory,”

Fan Lihua suddenly exclaimed, her interest piqued.

"Okay!"

Xue Tong gestured in agreement.

At this moment, Fan Lihua disregarded everything else; her Zhuxian Sword suddenly flew up, charging into the wolf pack, killing her way towards the wolf king's location. Seeing this, Xue Tong also quickly mustered her remaining strength and desperately fought her way towards the wolf king's position.

"Xue Tong, keep going! We'll help you deal with the left and right flanks."

Dou Xiantong and Yang Mi'er stepped forward. In the previous thrilling battle, they had only gripped their weapons tightly, without a chance to participate, yet their palms were still sweating.

"Okay, I'll just keep fighting forward."

Xue Tong's figure was like a ghost, her sword flashing, carving a path only a foot wide. The rest was left to Dou Xiantong and Yang Mi'er, who fought fiercely against the wolves, using all their martial arts skills, and were quite formidable.

"Miss Fan, you go ahead and kill them all. We'll handle the left and right sides."

Luo Tong and Luo Ren, two grown men, felt incredibly embarrassed being protected by Fan Lihua. Although they were helping her defeat Xue Tong, they hadn't contributed a single ounce of strength in the wolf-killing, and they truly felt guilty.

"Okay."

Fan Lihua adjusted the range of her Zhuxian Sword's attack and continued forward. Her posture was elegant, her expression composed. With a few deft gestures, the Zhuxian Sword flew up and down, slicing off countless wolf heads. This style of killing truly possessed the grace of a celestial being. In contrast, Xue Tong appeared to be struggling significantly. He had to swing his sword with his hand to slash at each wolf head, and although his speed was also lightning fast, it was still slower than the Zhuxian Sword, making him appear much more disheveled than Fan Lihua. However, both of them killed wolves with the speed of the wind, like two arrows released from a bow, rapidly approaching the wolf king.

"Ao—"

The wolf king let out a miserable howl. Its wolf cubs and grandchildren were dead and wounded everywhere. The wolf pack had suffered a catastrophic disaster, all because of the wolf king's momentary lapse in judgment, and because of the person behind him. The wolf king was under his control, and under the shock of the tragic events, it suddenly regained its senses. The wolf king suddenly turned around and bit the strange creature that controlled it. The man was caught off guard and the wolf king bit his arm. In the struggle, he pulled out a sword with his other hand and thrust it straight at the wolf king's heart. Even after being stabbed, the wolf king still held on to the man's arm tightly, refusing to let go until the wolf king breathed its last. Although its body could not move, its sharp teeth still held on tightly.

Fan Lihua rushed to the wolf king and the man, and Xue Tong arrived at the same time. Fan Lihua thrust her sword into the wolf king's body. The wolf king's body twitched like a noodle, clearly already dead. Xue Tong was about to thrust his sword, but seeing this, he stopped.

"Died so quickly?"

Fan Lihua was unwilling to accept it. She kicked the wolf king's corpse, but the wolf king's mouth was still tightly biting the strange man's arm. Fan Lihua's eyes narrowed, and with a swift movement, the Zhuxian Sword severed the man's arm. The man screamed and fainted.

"Haha, Lihua, no need to rush to make me your servant, is it? Does it feel good to be a master?"

Xue Tong teased.

"Whether I'm a master or not is irrelevant. The key is to accept the consequences of my bet,"

Fan Lihua said coldly.

"Alright, alright, so what do we do now? Go count the number of wolves we killed?"

Xue Tong laughed. The two of them had each killed more than three thousand wolves. If they were to count them carefully, it would probably take half a day to find out the exact number.

"I killed three thousand four hundred and thirteen wolves. How many did you kill?"

Fan Lihua said coldly.

"Huh? This... this means we have to count them as we kill them?"

Xue Tong was momentarily stunned. Of course, he knew that given Fan Lihua's personality, she would never just guess a number to fool him. Since she said it was 3,413, it was absolutely accurate. Dou Xiantong understood Fan Lihua's proud and aloof nature very well, knowing that she would never make up a number for this small bet. Seeing this, Dou Xiantong smiled and said to Xue Tong, "Miss Fan would never lie. I can guarantee that. I trust Miss Fan's words. Xue Tong, since you haven't checked the number of wolves you killed, you've already lost this bet."

Fan Lihua glanced at Dou Xiantong in surprise. She had been cold to Dou Xiantong the whole way, but she never expected that she would speak up for her in this bet.

Xue Tong was somewhat helpless. He glanced at Yang Mi'er, seeking her opinion with his eyes. Yang Mi'er, not being very perceptive, knew he was asking for her opinion when Xue Tong looked at her, and immediately said, "I also think, Xue Tong, you really lost."

"Sigh... How could you do this? Aren't you ganging up on me?"

Xue Tong frowned, looking extremely frustrated. Actually, he was overjoyed. Dou Xiantong was speaking up for Fan Lihua, which meant Fan Lihua would definitely change her opinion of him, and that was the most important thing—having many wives was a man's blessing, but disharmony among wives was not.

"Alright, Lihua, I really lost this bet. I couldn't beat Lihua... Actually, I'm not that shameful, right? Hehe."

Xue Tong came to Fan Lihua, grinning obsequiously, "Master, what are your orders?"

"We'll talk in the carriage."

Fan Lihua still disliked Dou Xiantong and got into the carriage on her own.

"Uh... how about this, Luo Tong, Luo Ren, you two are in charge of skinning some wolf meat. We'll store it in the carriage as our food. I'm quite good at roasting wolf meat, you know,"

Xue Tong instructed.

"Yes, General."

Luo Tong and Luo Ren knew, of course, that Xue Tong had become Fan Lihua's servant. He absolutely had to obey Fan Lihua's orders. He was going to follow Fan Lihua into the carriage, so the heavy responsibility of doing the work naturally fell on Luo Tong and Luo Ren's shoulders. They couldn't let Dou Xiantong and Yang Mi'er help them butcher the wolves, could they? The two agreed and quickly began skinning the wolf meat on the spot, while Xue Tong climbed into Fan Lihua's carriage.

"Sit opposite me, and we'll continue our dual cultivation of primordial spirit. Along the way, whenever there's time, we'll practice martial arts."

Of course, Fan Lihua wouldn't really make things difficult for Xue Tong; she was just using this bet to restrain him. "Alright, hehe."

Xue Tong sat opposite her, gazing at her beautiful face. Although that face always wore a cold expression, only Xue Tong knew how lewd the moans emanating from her rosy lips when they were together in a frenzy.

"Stop daydreaming, let's begin."

After a fierce battle killing wolves, Fan Lihua's purple robe was surprisingly spotless. Seeing his own cloak stained with blood, Xue Tong quickly took it off and casually hung it on the carriage window before turning around and clasping Fan Lihua's soft hands together.

Luo Tong and Luo Ren were panting heavily. Although they had sharp daggers, it was nearing dusk, and the desert weather had suddenly turned cold. The temperature, which had been only seven or eight degrees Celsius, had suddenly dropped to several degrees below zero. Many wolf carcasses were already cold, making butchering them quite difficult. However, this also had its advantages; they could be frozen into chunks of meat directly, eliminating concerns about preservation. The two cleared out a small room in the carriage specifically for storing the frozen meat chunks. After a long day of work, the desert weather hadn't changed much. However, even on sunny days, the nights were bitterly cold. Xue Tong and his companions, with their exceptional skills, were largely unaffected, while Luo Tong and his companion were in serious trouble; they simply couldn't survive without staying in the carriage.

Xue Tong, on the other hand, found life in the desert quite pleasant. His skills had improved, and he was no longer afraid of the sudden changes in temperature. He set up a small stove in the carriage, took out the wire he had prepared beforehand, chopped the wolf meat into small pieces, and then slowly roasted it over the fire, sprinkling some spices on top. "Wow! When did you learn to do this?"

Smelling the enticing aroma of roasted wolf meat, Dou Xiantong's eyes widened instantly. She gently reached out and stroked Xue Tong's arm, and seeing the sizzling sound of the wolf meat skewers on the stove, she sniffed with her lovely nose, looking quite surprised.

"Yes, yes! It smells so good! I never knew roasted wolf meat could smell so good."

Yang Mi'er opened her round eyes wide, leaned close to Xue Tong's stove, and carefully observed Xue Tong's every move. She couldn't help but feel a little eager: "How about I grill a skewer?"

"Okay, hehe."

Xue Tong proudly handed her a skewer. Yang Mi'er carefully held it, placed the skewer on the stove, and watched the skewer slowly heat up, making a sizzling sound. An excited look appeared on her beautiful face: "Wow! I can grill meat skewers now! Hehe..."

As a princess, she had never done such a thing before, but now that she was doing it, she found it extremely enjoyable. Dou Xiantong also joined in grilling meat. Luo Ren and Luo Tong smelled the aroma of meat, but dared not come over and could only stay in their small room.

"Luo Tong!"

Xue Tong suddenly shouted.

"Here!"

Luo Tong immediately went to Xue Tong's grill, sniffing the air as his eyes lit up at the sight of the slightly charred meat skewers, his mouth watering. "General, what are your orders?"

He certainly wouldn't dare eat just any skewer of such delicious meat.

"You and Luo Ren learn how to grill meat skewers. When cutting them, make sure they're even and not too big. After they're done, take them to Lady Fan,"

Xue Tong instructed.

"Yes!"

Luo Tong and Luo Ren immediately returned to their small room to clean the grill, while Xue Tong went to teach them. Their eyes were filled with admiration as they looked at Xue Tong; the general had come to the desert and was even more thoughtful than they had imagined. Luo Tong wrapped the grilled skewers in clean oil paper and gave them to Fan Lihua. However, three minutes later, Luo Tong returned with a pained expression; the oil paper package was still untouched.

"What's wrong?"

Xue Tong asked, puzzled.

"Miss Fan gave me a disgusted look, waved her hand, and I came back."

Luo Tong naturally respected Fan Lihua greatly. Her superb martial arts were the strongest among the six, and she was incredibly powerful when killing the wolf pack. Soldiers admire the strong; it's their tradition. But this Fan Lihua seemed to have a phobia of germs.

"Haha! It's alright, you guys eat first."

Xue Tong took a piece of wolf meat, along with spices and utensils, and came to the carriage where Fan Lihua was. He started preparing to grill wolf meat skewers. Soon, the aroma of the wolf meat attracted Fan Lihua's attention. A hint of greed appeared on her cold and beautiful face. Although it was very slight, the human desire for food is innate, and how could Xue Tong not understand?

"Have a few skewers, I've grilled them."

Xue Tong handed over five skewers, which Fan Lihua instinctively took. Her beautiful eyes glanced at the stove, as if she thought the food was a bit dirty, but how could she let Xue Tong down since he had grilled them for her? Fan Lihua brought the meat skewers to her nose, sniffed them, and seeing Xue Tong staring at her with wide eyes, she had no choice but to open her lovely, rosy lips, bite the skewers with her small white teeth, tear them off, and then slowly chew. She ate with elegance and composure, a look of enjoyment on her face. It seemed the skewers were indeed grilled well; of course, the fact that they had been eating mostly dry, hard steamed buns these past few days was also a factor. Fan Lihua wasn't particularly fastidious; she simply instinctively felt that servants like Luo Tong were dirty, and she would absolutely not eat food touched by them. But of course, she would eat food grilled by Xue Tong—after all, she had even eaten Xue Tong's body several times over.

"Oh? You grilled it really well,"

Fan Lihua said, squinting her beautiful eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, and smacking her lips. "I didn't expect you to have such skill."

In Lishan, Fan Lihua rarely ate such mundane food, preferring fruits and snow lotus, which kept her skin exceptionally delicate. "I have many other skills you don't know about,"

Xue Tong said smugly while grilling wolf meat skewers. "Oh?"

Fan Lihua's beautiful eyes flashed with a strange light as she teased, "Besides playing with women, you have other skills?"

"You... what kind of talk is that? Isn't playing with women a skill? Weren't you moaning quite happily under me!"

Xue Tong reached out and grabbed Fan Lihua's breasts. With Fan Lihua's skills, she could certainly dodge, but she didn't dodge at all, letting Xue Tong grasp her round breasts. A hint of passion flickered in her beautiful eyes that had been radiating coldness.

"Hmm..."

A faint mist rose on Fan Lihua's holy and elegant face. She was captivated by the heavenly sensations Xue Tong brought her. She knew she was already deeply in love and there was no turning back. Having her breasts captured by Xue Tong, she felt no repulsion, but rather a complete intoxication. This was the biggest change in her mentality since following Xue Tong. Before, she would always disgustedly kill any man who showed her any lust. Unexpectedly, she was now beginning to enjoy being cherished by a man.

"Eat quickly, I've finished grilling again,"

Xue Tong said gently. "Mmm..."

Fan Lihua, enjoying Xue Tong's care, felt a surge of tenderness in her heart. She realized how beautiful love between a man and a woman could be. Fan Lihua sensed a mysterious force that could influence her personality—the love from Xue Tong.

Luo Tong spurred the carriage forward, and the group continued their journey. The sandstorm seemed to be ending, and the sun warmed the carriage. Yang Mi'er sang a song from the Western Yue Kingdom, which Xue Tong listened to for a long time without understanding. Luo Tong drove the carriage, gradually entering the borders of the Western Yue Kingdom. Although it was spring, the snow and ice hadn't melted; everywhere was covered in snow and ice fields. Villages were generally built in areas with hot springs, where the snow and ice melted early, making it suitable for human, animal, and plant life.

"Ah! There's a village ahead! Great!"

Luo Tong exclaimed. Hearing this, everyone immediately poked their heads out of the carriage. Xue Tong had been very frustrated these past few days; the journey had taken far too long. Counting the days, it had been ten days since the six of them set off from Hanjiang Pass. As they approached the small village, dusk fell again. Dou Xiantong and Yang Mier had been itching to get out of control all along the way! They had brought plenty of water for the journey across the desert, but it was only enough for drinking by themselves and their horses; they hadn't even had water to wash their faces. Now, finally, they were at a place with water, and they could even have a chance to wash themselves.

"I'm going to boil a huge bucket of water, then lie in it… and I won't come out!"

Yang Mier, wrapped in a fur robe, squinted her eyes, dreaming about life in the village.

"Yeah, ten days without a bath, I can't take it anymore."

Dou Xiantong frowned her beautiful eyebrows, sniffed her own body, and suddenly blushed. She still smelled the lingering scent of her passionate encounter with Xue Tong at noon—that lewd smell, of course she could smell it.

"Hey? Xiantong, why are you blushing? You don't want to take a threesome with me and Yang Mier, do you? Hehe. "

Xue Tong teased her, watching her sniff her body.

"Hmph, I only know about that kind of thing…"

Dou Xiantong gave him a flirtatious glare and pulled Yang Mier away to discuss bathing. Xue Tong laughed heartily, leaping down from the rear carriage and swiftly jumping into the front carriage.

"There's a village ahead!"

Xue Tong excitedly told Fan Lihua.

"Oh."

Fan Lihua's expression remained calm, her cold, beautiful face revealing no emotion, as if the arrival of a village held little interest for her. This woman was emotionally numb, living in a fantasy world, seemingly uninterested in the realities of life.

"Aren't you happy? There are people ahead! Haha, after ten days of travel, we can finally see people!"

Xue Tong laughed nonchalantly, looking at her with puzzlement at her lack of reaction.

"People? Aren't they enemies?"

Fan Lihua remained calm, then suddenly said, "We're here."

Her graceful figure swayed slightly as she dismounted from the carriage, walking gracefully ahead as if her feet didn't touch the ground.

Three burly men stood at the village entrance, seemingly villagers, watching the six people alight from the carriage with wary expressions. The three burly men were simply dressed, their heads wrapped in cloth, resembling Arab attire. Their robes were large, greasy cotton garments, seemingly unwashed all winter, and their complexions were so dark they resembled those of Africans, with only the whites of their eyes and teeth showing. One of the men whistled, a piercing sound that carried far through the air.

"They're sending a warning,"

Yang Mi'er explained to Xue Tong, familiar with the customs of the Xiyue villagers. She then turned and slowly approached the three men, speaking to them in a low voice. The three men looked surprised, seemingly bewildered, and appeared doubtful.

"I told them I am Princess Yang Mi'er of Xiyue, and that they need not be afraid,"

Yang Mi'er explained to Xue Tong and the others.

"But look at them, they don't seem to believe you at all,"

Xue Tong said, pointing at the three men.

"They… perhaps I've been gone too long, and they're worried I'm an enemy in disguise,"

Yang Mi'er said uncertainly.

"Then... will anyone here recognize you?"

Xue Tong was genuinely worried this time. If the other side mistook her for an invading enemy, a fight would likely break out, resulting in casualties, and things would become difficult to manage.

"Those who recognize me should all be in Snow City. My brother definitely has someone who knows me, but this place... seems to be just a small village around Snow City."

Yang Mi'er was also somewhat helpless. If no one here really recognized her, she wondered what the outcome would be.

"Someone's coming."

Dou Xiantong reminded them.

"Hopefully, they're not confused."

Xue Tong muttered. At a glance, there were more than a dozen people coming. The leader's cotton robe was very clean compared to the others, but even compared to Fan Lihua, whose cotton robe hadn't been washed for ten days was much cleaner.

Yang Mi'er stepped forward and raised one palm to the tall man at the head of the group: "I am Princess Yang Mi'er. Your village should belong to Snow City. My brother, Yang Xiao, is the city lord who guards Snow City."

"Uh..."

The tall man at the head of the group was burly, with eagle-like eyes. He carefully examined Yang Mi'er from head to toe for a long time, surprised and suspicious. Yang Mi'er's fur robe was enough to indicate her identity, but if she were a spy sent by the enemy, she could still wear such a fur robe. The tall man also imitated Yang Mi'er, raising his palm to his chest, bowing slightly, and said politely: "I am the village chief of this village, named Harvard. Your Highness, we are willing to serve you."

"We will stay here tonight. Also, please prepare some bathwater for us,"

Yang Mi'er instructed.

Village Chief Harvard asked the villagers to bring several large wooden tubs. It seemed that these tubs were usually used by the villagers to hold drinking water, but this time the women were using them as bath tubs. It was unclear whether they would continue to use the tubs for drinking water in the future.

Princess Yang Mi'er arrived at Xianquan Village, causing a stir among the villagers, young and old, as many crowded to see her. Xue Tong and his party brought two luxurious carriages, each as large as two houses, their exteriors adorned with exquisite carvings. The villagers treated the carriages as if they were the goddess's palace, kneeling in devout worship before slowly departing.

Inside the carriages, three wooden buckets were already in place. One bucket was placed in the carriage where Fan Lihua resided, while the other two were in the second carriage. Both carriages were parked near Xianquan Lake, close to the spring, clearly for easy access to the spring water.

After nightfall, Xue Tong grilled wolf meat skewers again. After everyone finished eating, Xue Tong went to the Immortal Spring, tested the temperature with his hand, and estimated it to be around fifty degrees Celsius. He then fetched a wooden bucket and had Luo Tong and Luo Ren fill it with water from the Immortal Spring Lake, adjusting the temperature to slightly above body temperature. He then sent Luo Tong and Luo Ren out, instructing them to roam freely and keep watch over the two carriages. The three women, already impatient, quickly removed their clothes and jumped into the large wooden bucket as soon as Luo Tong and Luo Ren left, swimming in the Immortal Spring water like mermaids, their every pore soaking into it.

Fan Lihua's icy aura had a miraculous effect of cleansing her body of impurities, allowing her to remain clean even after days of living in a sandstorm. Moreover, her skill allowed her to resist the sandstorm's attack, making her always appear as pure as a fairy. However, she also fondly remembered the feeling of soaking in warm water. Now, she was soaking in the spring water, her beautiful eyes squinting, her jade-like hands, moistened by the spring water, exuding a captivating dampness. She stroked her smooth hair, gently lifting it, letting it cascade down like a beautiful black satin. Her jade-like arms were lightly extended, the water making a soft sound, her skin revealing only her soft shoulders and chest, as tender and white as warm jade, as delicate as white porcelain—a truly beautiful picture of a fairy emerging from her bath.

Xue Tong entered the carriage as soon as he lifted the curtain. Seeing Fan Lihua's stunning beauty while bathing, he was momentarily stunned, pausing to stare, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth without him even noticing. Fan Lihua, of course, noticed him. She stretched and snapped, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen enough yet!"

"Ah... Lihua, you don't know, you're so beautiful! You're truly a fairy on earth! My goddess!"

Xue Tong exclaimed repeatedly, leaning closer and sniffing the wooden tub like a hunting dog. "Ah! It smells so good, it's irresistible."

"Mind your manners,"

Fan Lihua suddenly said.

"Manners? What manners could I possibly have?"

Xue Tong grinned, gently tying up her beautiful hair with extremely tenderness.

"Hmm..."

Fan Lihua placed a small stool in the tub, sat on it, and stretched. With a splash, her proud breasts floated to the surface! Xue Tong nearly had a nosebleed. Fan Lihua's figure was amazing. What was rare was that her skin, honed from years of training in the snow and ice, had adapted to harsh weather. The icy aura around her could create a protective shield, isolating her delicate skin from the harsh outside conditions.

"You are my servant now, have you forgotten?"

Fan Lihua's smooth, wet hands caressed her breasts... Xue Tong felt his blood rush to his head. "Gulp—"

Xue Tong swallowed hard, his hand stroking her hair trembling slightly.

"Um..."

Xue Tong's lips were dry, so he had to lick them. "Since I am the servant of Fairy Lishan... let me help you bathe, my beautiful master."

Xue Tong lewdly scooped up water and gently brushed it onto Fan Lihua's shoulders. "Splash—"

The spring water splashed down, instantly breaking into countless droplets upon touching her beautifully shaped shoulders. Under the lamplight, it turned into dazzling water droplets, shimmering like thousands of gems. Xue Tong's large hands caressed Fan Lihua's shoulders, gently kneading them. Fan Lihua closed her beautiful eyes in enjoyment, her breathing gradually becoming heavy. Xue Tong knew she was aroused, so his hands moved down to knead her breasts. Of course, Xue Tong paid special attention to her full and high breasts, rubbing them with his large hands as if he could never finish washing them. Fan Lihua knew

his thoughts, of course. Her young lover liked her treasures, and she was happy from the bottom of her heart. She also thoroughly enjoyed being rubbed by him. Seeing that he had been scrubbing for too long, Fan Lihua opened her eyes and said, "You... come to the back and scrub my back."

Fan Lihua's wariness of Xue Tong had completely disappeared, and she now regarded him as her life partner.

"Oh."

Xue Tong swallowed and obediently came behind her, his large hands rubbing her back. Under the light, four red marks appeared where Xue Tong's hands had rubbed, and as he rubbed, the red marks became messy and intertwined. Her tender skin was truly unbearable to rub, and the more it was like this, the more vigorously Xue Tong rubbed.

"This... stand up, you should wash your lower body now."

Although Xue Tong had several passionate experiences with her, he still drooled over her near-perfect body. At this moment, he suppressed his wildly beating heart and gently splashed water on her body. "Mmm..."

Fan Lihua's heart was also pounding. Although she had shown her body to Xue Tong more than once, this time it was while she was taking a bath, and Xue Tong's restless hands would rub any part of her body!

Suppressing her shyness, Fan Lihua pressed her hands against the edge of the tub, gritted her teeth, and stood up. With a splash, a beautiful woman, her skin glistening with moisture and as white as porcelain, appeared before Xue Tong. Her figure was truly curvaceous, with large, soft breasts, a few glistening water droplets still dripping from them; her buttocks were divided into two rounded halves, their soft lines revealed in the rippling water, and most alluring was the deep cleft between her buttocks, as if Xue Tong could sink into it. Xue Tong stepped forward and splashed water on her round, beautiful buttocks, immediately causing water to splash everywhere, the white skin and the beautiful water droplets complementing each other beautifully, a sight to behold. Xue Tong was having a great time, but Fan Lihua wouldn't have it: "Hurry up, wait a bit... then play some more."

Fan Lihua thought of the crazy things she had done with Xue Tong, and felt an unbearable tingling sensation. She felt weak all over, and all she wanted to do was lean softly against Xue Tong.

"Hehe, your body is so beautiful, I want to bathe you for the rest of my life."

Xue Tong gently patted her plump, beautiful buttocks, which trembled with an alluring wave... In the end, Fan Lihua firmly refused Xue Tong's request to wash her front. She quickly washed her front herself, and Xue Tong had already washed her back. Fan Lihua felt finally relieved, quickly climbed out of the wooden tub, wrapped herself in a quilt, and said with a flushed face, "Xue Tong, you... you hurry up and wash."

"Oh."

Xue Tong took off his clothes, jumped into the tub, and washed himself in a few strokes. He climbed onto the bed and saw that Fan Lihua's face had two delicate blushes, like a ripe apple. He couldn't help but kiss her, and the two embraced... An hour later, the two finished their pleasure. Xue Tong kissed Fan Lihua's flawless face, put on a light robe, and stepped out of the carriage. The desert night was very clear, and the moonlight was like water, shining on the soft sand. However, the weather was still cold. Although Xue Tong was immune to heat and cold, he could still feel a slight chill.

Most of the villagers had already gone to sleep, but Luo Tong and his companion found a house to stay in and wouldn't return that night. Apparently, the conditions there were quite good, and it was arranged by the village chief of Harvard.

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