The first rays of dawn

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As the clouds first appeared

over the Sui Dynasty, in the first year of the Xianren era, Emperor Yang Jian of Sui appointed his crown

prince Yang Guang to oversee the state, while he himself secretly embarked on a sea voyage, his first stop being the Nanhua Moon Palace in the East China Sea. More than twenty years earlier, Yang Jian, the Duke of Sui, determined to restore the Han people's rule, had dispatched numerous people to investigate hidden forces across the land, intending to eliminate them one by one in the future. Among them were nearly a million nobles of the Five Barbarian Tribes who fled overseas during the Five Barbarian Invasions, along with countless Han Chinese who were taken captive. The more than two hundred years of chaos in the Celestial Empire had allowed them to establish numerous forces in the seven seas beyond the borders. After twenty years of all-out sweeping by the Sui Dynasty's navy, only the most ethereal and mysterious female sects survived, among which the most mysterious were the "Two Palaces, Five Palaces, and Seven Fairy Islands," with the Nanhua Moon Palace, located deep in the East China Sea, being one of the "Five Palaces."

The Moon Palace of Nanhua was established by the Murong clan of the Xianbei people. Originally, it was a secret palace for recruiting female warriors and assassins, and for training palace guards. After the Former Yan Empire was destroyed by the Former Qin, three princesses with exceptional martial arts skills, along with many noble ladies, guards, and palace maids of the Xianbei, fled, attempting to use the Moon Palace as a transit point to return to their homeland in Liaodong by sea.

However, the brutal pursuit completely destroyed the three princesses' plans. One of the leading princesses was killed, and two were seriously injured. Most of the beauties were captured by the marauding soldiers. Those who managed to reach the Moon Palace were almost all exceptionally skilled in martial arts. The two princesses who survived the battles soon died of illness in the palace. The remaining women, having given up the idea of restoring the Yan Kingdom, settled down in the Moon Palace.

A century has passed like flowing water. The women of the Moon Palace, adhering to the principle of purity and self-preservation, rarely appeared in the Central Plains. It wasn't until twenty years ago, with the establishment of the Sui Dynasty and the gradual stabilization of the Central Plains, that the Moon Palace dared to send people back to the Central Plains to adopt orphaned girls in various places, and its existence gradually became known.

Fifteen years ago, the Moon Palace secretly sent out invitations, offering the secret martial arts techniques and beauty methods passed down from the Former Yan royal family as rewards, inviting female warriors from the martial arts world to join. This immediately attracted countless female warriors and socialites to volunteer. From then on, the secret selection held every five years became a gathering of beauties, vying for attention. Beauties from all over the country, one after another, bravely passed three trials to be selected…

The female spies sent by Emperor Yang Jian of Sui also took the opportunity to infiltrate.

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Eastern South Hua Moon Palace, one month after Yang Jian's arrival.

Yanxia Pavilion.

On a lonely spring night with a sparse, bright moon, Murong Yanxia, one of the ten elders of the Moon Palace, stood gracefully before a sandalwood window. Her expression shy, she wore a moon-white cloud-patterned gauze robe, beneath which lay her breathtakingly alluring and seductive figure that had astonished the East Sea. Her high, proud breasts, her slender waist, her full, rounded hips, and her long, fair legs—every part of her exuded a deadly charm.

According to the Sui Palace's Golden Phoenix female guards who had infiltrated the Moon Palace: anyone, regardless of gender, who had the good fortune to see Murong Yanxia, the most alluring woman of the Southern Moon Palace, would surely have their heart ignited and their desire blaze wildly by her breathtaking beauty. Moreover, given her current revealing attire—beneath the thin, almost invisible gauze was a plain white, slightly tight-fitting bodice—her high, rounded breasts seemed ready to burst forth at any moment. A cluster of crimson peonies, adorned with gold, rose and fell gently with her breath, while the vermilion mark on her snow-white arms proudly displayed her pristine purity. One couldn't help but want to immediately pin her down and ravage her.

This "Elder Xia" of the Moon Palace, barely twenty years old, was currently tormented by the irritating "demonic sounds." Listening to the continuous, seductive moans drifting from the lotus pond outside the window, her red, moist lips parted slightly, exuding boundless charm and allure. Her hazy phoenix eyes were filled with passionate coquettishness and shyness.

Her skill was profound; she had witnessed the lovemaking and physical union of the man and woman in the bamboo pavilion by the pond. Such a shameful scene naturally stirred ripples in her heart, especially since the Palace Mistress had already sent word that she would be the next to serve the Emperor.

The thought of being like the ethereal fairy Duanmu Xiuyun, her limbs and body restrained, at the mercy of the old and immoral Emperor, until her virginity was destroyed and her blood stained, filled her with resentment. Although she was an "elder," she was the grandniece of the previous Palace Mistress, a year younger than the current one. In her early twenties, she was in the prime of her youth, while Emperor Yang Jian of Sui was over sixty, old enough to be her grandfather.

Such an age gap was already mismatched, and now she was to be forced to drain his vital essence and power to prolong his life! And the worst part was that she would be impaled and executed, buried in the imperial mausoleum! She wondered what kind of bewitching spell Yang Jian had cast on the Palace Mistress, the sisters in the palace, and... herself, had bewitched them, making them... actually agree to that old lecher's proposal. It was utterly shameful...

Thinking of her shame and anger, Murong Yanxia couldn't help but glance at the embroidered couch in the room. The snow-white silk cloth beside the pillow was one she had placed there herself. Although the palace ladies-in-waiting had confirmed her hymen was intact during the examination, she was still worried that the lack of bleeding during her first time might cause His Majesty to doubt her chastity. But... Elder Qin, Zhan Pingting, had said that the pain of bleeding during a woman's first time was even worse than piercing.

Unfortunately, she had arrived a little late that day; Zhan Pingting hadn't finished speaking before her mouth was gagged with a piercing rod. Sigh... it had been four days since she'd been pierced; surely she should be free now?

...

While Murong Yanxia was lost in thought about the impending storm, Duanmu Xiuyun, helplessly struggling in the midst of a sexual frenzy, was already in a daze, her world spinning. Within Yang Jian's tightly filled peach blossom stem, her painstakingly cultivated inner strength and virgin yin essence were being relentlessly drained from her internal organs by that burning yang. Her limp body had no strength left to struggle, and she could only let Yang Jian's large hands explore her graceful body. Not to mention, her jade-like left breast, firmly held by Yang Jian, had its rosy nipple bitten until it bled, a trail of crimson blood winding down the rounded edge of the snow-white peak... The

injury to her most sensitive spot finally jolted the dazed Duanmu Xiuyun awake. She looked breathlessly at Yang Jian, who was busy on top of her, her expression quite complex.

The current palace master of Nanhua Moon Palace, Feng Qingyue, had been like a sister to Duanmu Xiuyun since childhood. Because of their frequent visits, she hadn't informed the Moon Palace beforehand, nor did she know that Emperor Yang Jian of Sui was there selecting concubines to be buried with her.

Duanmu Xiuyun was a passionate musician; her purpose in coming was to borrow the precious Seven-Colored Moon Melody Zither from her best friend, intending to play a piece for her master's fortieth birthday. Little did she expect to encounter Emperor Yang Jian himself, who was personally selecting concubines. Given the Moon Palace's strict requirements for female disciples, this place was naturally a paradise of beauties for a lecherous old man like Yang Jian. As the supreme ruler, possessing all the world's wealth, seeing the women of the Moon Palace, each pure and beautiful, how could he, blinded by lust, let any of them go? Therefore, Yang Jian simply issued an imperial decree: to bring all the beauties of the Moon Palace into his harem.

When Duanmu Xiuyun first arrived, Yang Jian was unaware of her presence. He was busy exploring the enchanting Moon Palace, a veritable paradise, and frequently taking the celestial maidens to his bed for his pleasure. Later, he seized control of the Moon Palace's council hall, arranging it according to palace standards. He then used the roster of Moon Palace disciples to select his concubines in turn. Within a month, most of the women in the Moon Palace had shed their blood, losing their virginity to Yang Jian.

At this time, numerous female officials and palace maids sent by the Sui Palace arrived one after another and, according to Yang Jian's orders, began to pierce and kill the beauties he had grown tired of, placing them in the icehouse of the dragon boat for preservation, preparing to transport them back to the Central Plains to be buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Knowing that everyone in the Moon Palace was doomed, Liu Feng Qingyue gave the Seven-Colored Moon Melody Zither to Duanmu Xiuyun, urging her to leave as soon as possible. However, Duanmu Xiuyun was unlucky. On the eve of her departure, she happened to be playing the zither in the pavilion by the lotus pond, which attracted the lecherous Yang Jian.

Emperor Yang Jian of Sui had just slept with Yun Chang's husband, Sun Liuyun, and her six personal maids at the nearby Yunhua Pavilion. Indulging in his lust, he was on his way to Murong Yanxia's place, as arranged by the palace maid Liu Feng Qingyue, to continue his "battle." Liu Feng Qingyue had promised Yang Jian that after Murong Yanxia lost her virginity, it would be her turn to serve him. After this, there would be no more virgins in the Nanhua Moon Palace.

Just as Yang Jian was feeling triumphant, a mournful zither melody, carrying a hint of parting, drifted from the lotus pond. The amorous Yang Jian assumed it was a fairy from the Moon Palace, lonely after experiencing love, inviting him to a tryst.

So, Yang Jian immediately dismounted and headed towards the lotus pond. While listening to the beautiful and moving music, he secretly planned to have her impaled and executed after a brief encounter with her, for women unable to bear loneliness are most prone to infidelity.

However, when Yang Jian saw clearly the woman intently playing the zither in the pavilion, he instantly forgot everything.

This woman had delicate, arched eyebrows, a graceful figure, and an air of dignified elegance in her beautiful eyes. Her skin was fair and rosy, her black hair glossy and flowing naturally to her rounded hips. Her exquisite face and crescent-shaped eyes gently radiated a melancholy, her slightly pale face flushed with a rosy hue, like pear blossoms after rain, exuding a shy and pitiful charm.

She was completely absorbed in playing the zither, oblivious to everything around her. Yang Jian, a master of music, did not disturb her, quietly listening from outside the pavilion. Just as the sandalwood incense in the censer burned out, the beautiful young woman finished playing her piece.

When Duanmu Xiuyun awoke from her reverie, she understood her predicament, but even she dared not challenge the emperor's authority. She could only kneel and bow, awaiting Yang Jian's decree.

Upon seeing this stunningly beautiful young woman, Yang Jian immediately discerned that she was still a virgin, and her attire was not that

of a disciple of the Moon Palace. The woman's deep bow was a clear indication that she was inviting him to do as he pleased. Overjoyed, Yang Jian did not immediately order her to rise, but instead lifted her lowered face to admire her closely. Her long hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with six carved phoenix hairpins on either side, and six strings of shimmering pearl ornaments dangling from it. Her deep, bright eyes were like a clear, still lake, captivating and mesmerizing.

Her kneeling figure was curvaceous and alluring, her slender waist seemingly too delicate to be grasped, her neck beautiful and white, her skin like snow, her demeanor alluring, almost divine.

Yang Jian stared intently into her bright eyes, while his hand lightly and impolitely parted the white gauze robe covering her body. The slightly tight bodice accentuated her well-developed breasts, making them appear exquisitely shapely and alluring, but it also hindered Yang Jian's fingers from exploring the girl's deep cleavage.

Then, after a short, surprised cry from the girl, a snow-white bodice exuding the fragrance of a virgin was already in Yang Jian's hands…

At the same time, the Moon Palace's most precious treasure, the Seven-Colored Moon Melody Zither, was "invited" out of the pavilion by the palace maids, replaced by Yang Jian's favorite spring bed. Of course, the obedient palace maids would not forget to prepare white silk for the beautiful girl to examine her body.

In an instant, belts and gauze robes scattered in all directions…

On the spring bed, the beautiful girl lay sprawled, her hairpins hanging loosely in her hair. Her exquisite swordsmanship and martial arts skills had long since crumbled under Yang Jian's passionate kisses and caresses; her panting struggles and resistance were met with Yang Jian pressing his entire weight onto her slender body, his passionate kisses and unrestrained kneading causing the girl to tremble in waves.

"Your Majesty, please...please don't!"

"Don't be afraid. I will make you a concubine and bring you pleasures you've never experienced before."

Though he said this, the lustful Yang Jian didn't wait for her reply before brutally silencing her with a kiss, his hands roaming freely over her soft skin. From the bright red cinnabar mark on her arm to her proud, rounded breasts, from her flat, white abdomen to her deep, mysterious bud... the caresses of his fingers brought the beautiful young woman an unprecedented tenderness and pleasure.

"My beloved concubine, I'm coming in. Open your heart and soul to welcome your husband. Be good, spread your legs, okay?" Yang Jian whispered in the beautiful young woman's ear, his hands unhesitatingly parting her slender feet.

With Yang Jian's fierce and unforgiving thrust, the beautiful young woman immediately felt a piercing pain, "Ah! It hurts!"

Before she could finish speaking, Yang Jian had already withdrawn his weapon! In an instant, drops of blood stained the white silk used for the examination.

"My beloved consort, indeed pure and virginal," Yang Jian said with satisfaction, looking at the blood-stained silk. "My darling, I just performed the examination to prove your virginity; did it hurt you? This time I'll be gentle, it won't hurt. Close your eyes, let me take you to experience the feeling of heaven."

With that, Yang Jian gently parted the beautiful girl's legs again, tenderly inserting his erect member into her blood-stained flower stem…

Outside the pavilion, a gentle breeze stirred the thin gauze curtains. On the spring bed, Emperor Yang Jian of Sui and the beautiful girl lay shoulder to shoulder, their bodies intertwined in passionate embrace. In an instant, Yang Jian invaded like a madman, creating a scene of passionate love on the mandarin duck pillow…

At midnight, the beautiful young woman languidly nestled in the arms of the triumphant Yang Jian. Even after several rounds of lovemaking, the lustful emperor still didn't ask the name of the beauty in his arms. It wasn't until Yang Jian presented her with the list of those to be buried alive that she coquettishly and angrily left her name: Duanmu Xiuyun.

…

After the amorous encounter by the lotus pond, Yang Jian, without even putting on his undergarments, rushed "sexually" to Murong Yanxia's Yanxia Pavilion, leaving Murong Yanxia, who had come to greet him, dumbfounded. Murong Yanxia stared blankly at Yang Jian's aged body for a long time before realizing her lapse in composure. Her face flushed red, and she was so embarrassed that she couldn't lift her head. She said reproachfully, "Your Majesty..."

Yang Jian laughed heartily and waved his hand with great magnanimity, saying, "Why aren't you serving Miss Yanxia, no, serving my Consort Zhaorong to undress!"

"You all step aside, I'll do it myself." Murong Yanxia shook her head, dismissing the palace maids, and smiled charmingly at the emperor, saying, "No one in this Moon Palace has ever seen me dance before. Tonight, let me perform a light dance for Your Majesty!"

Yang Jian nodded repeatedly. Murong Yanxia's reputation in the Moon Palace was known throughout the seven seas, and apart from her unparalleled beauty and graceful swordsmanship, he had never heard of her dancing skills. Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for her dance, which she had never shown to anyone before. This was a spectacle that only he could witness; how could he miss it?

Seeing Yang Jian nod in agreement, Murong Yanxia smiled sweetly, her jade arms outstretched, her delicate body swaying gently as she danced to the rhythm. She was like a light cloud veiling the moon, like swirling snow in a gentle breeze; every gesture, every step, was overflowing with beauty. She reached her hands to her head, removing the pearl and jade hairpins from her cloud-like hair, letting her long, black hair cascade down like a waterfall, transforming into countless soft strands that danced around her.

As she danced, a slow smile spread across Murong Yanxia's lips, a smile that seemed both shy and joyful, unspoken yet unspoken—who could discern the depth of her feelings?

The dance was a seductive one, radiating allure. Silk ribbons and skirts slipped away one by one, until the last, narrow peony-patterned bodice floated to the ground, instantly filling the room with boundless spring light and rosy glow.

Yang Jian was mesmerized. Murong Yanxia's skin was as white as snow and as smooth as jade, flawless and naturally beautiful. Her arms and feet were like lotus roots, her breasts were like snow-white peaks and her buttocks were like

plump buttocks. Every part of her body aroused his desire, making him unable to control himself. Murong Yanxia's body seemed to be a masterpiece of heaven. If she were not a fairy descended to earth, how could she be so perfect? Every part of her body was beautiful, even her lower body was smooth and hairless, a dazzling expanse of snow-white, breathtakingly beautiful.

A natural-born 'white tiger'! Yang Jian felt a surge of joy. His already naked, aged body, now fully erect, lunged forward, pulling Murong Yanxia's breathtakingly beautiful body into his arms. He lowered his head and began a frenzied kiss, their skin touching, igniting a burning passion.

"Your Majesty...no, not here!" Murong Yanxia gasped, her beautiful eyes seemingly overflowing with tears.

Yang Jian swept the naked Murong Yanxia up in his arms and rushed to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. Caught off guard, Murong Yanxia let out a suppressed gasp, her delicate body collapsing onto the soft couch. Strangely, her most familiar boudoir now filled her with fear. She groped blindly on the bed, trembling. But soon, a naked male body pressed down on her, a thick, steady mouth silencing the words she was about to utter, replaced only by a burning desire!

Yang Jian's lips roamed rapidly over Murong Yanxia's body. Each kiss and caress raised her heart to its peak. Both shy and delighted, she dared not meet his gaze, biting her lower lip, her beautiful eyes looking elsewhere, the tension in her eyes palpable.

Seeing Murong Yanxia's shy expression, Yang Jian was equally delighted. He skillfully placed the pure white silk that Murong Yanxia had personally prepared under her buttocks.

Knowing her virginity was about to be taken, Murong Yanxia trembled and said, "Your Majesty... I am inexperienced, I beg Your Majesty to have mercy and protect me."

Yang Jian was already at the point of no return, completely ignoring what Murong Yanxia was saying. He was busy gently parting the beauty's long, snow-white legs, then kneeling between them, pressing his upper body against her breasts, looking at her closely, and said tenderly, "My beloved consort, I'm going to enter you. It's inevitable that you'll experience pain when you lose your virginity, Xia'er, you must be patient and not lose your composure."

Murong Yanxia breathed anxiously beneath him, her phoenix eyes tightly closed, slowly but firmly nodding her head, awaiting the sacred moment.

Yang Jian, burning with lust, didn't care about any of that. He used his fingers to slightly part Murong Yanxia's tightly closed virgin gates, then inserted his incredibly hard weapon into her tender red flower stem. After penetrating a little, he thrust his hips downwards with force!

Poor Murong Yanxia, her virginity broken, let out a soft moan as Yang Jian's wicked weapon pierced her body!

In an instant, drops of blood stained the white silk beneath her buttocks.

"Your Majesty..." Both in pain and for other reasons, a tear slid down Murong Yanxia's bright eyes.

"My beloved consort, do not weep." Yang Jian kissed away Murong Yanxia's tears, speaking softly, "One must first cultivate oneself before managing one's family, and only then can one govern the country and bring peace to the world. I am currently helping my beloved consort cultivate herself!"

Hearing these words, seemingly both true and joking, Murong Yanxia couldn't help but laugh through her tears.

Inside the bedroom, a storm raged,

filling the room with the scent of spring. Murong Yanxia, her virginity broken, propped her head back, her willow brows furrowed, her beautiful, watery eyes half-open, her cherry lips moving, exhaling a breath as sweet as musk and orchid. Her slender, graceful body was flawless. Her skin, as white as jade and as slender as snow, her waist graceful and delicate, swayed wildly with each of Yang Jian's merciless thrusts.

At the point where their bodies met, the scene was even more lewd and chaotic. A strangely thick and long weapon was relentlessly stabbing and thrusting between her vulva! Murong Yanxia's tender pink vulva was repeatedly pulled in and out by that ugly thing, causing her virgin blood to splatter everywhere with a "sizzling" sound, and the young woman's moans of pain echoed incessantly.

Murong Yanxia's maids outside the room heard the sounds of their lovemaking, the panting (from the old emperor) and moans (from Murong Yanxia) mingling with the creaking of the bed, creating a heart-wrenching symphony. These inexperienced maids were overcome with shame, their faces burning red, yet they couldn't resist their curiosity, peeking through the gaps in the swaying beaded curtain.

The maids stared in disbelief, their mouths agape, unable to look away. The sounds of passion followed one after another, sending shivers down their spines, leaving them utterly bewildered, their faces flushed, their beautiful eyes almost overflowing with tears. After all, now that their mistress had lost her virginity, it was their turn to offer themselves to His Majesty.

Before long, Yang Jian had brought Murong Yanxia to the peak of passion. Her body trembled violently, and Yang Jian relentlessly absorbed her virgin essence mixed with her pure inner strength, until she collapsed onto the bed, her face flushed, her breath rapid, unconscious.

Nourished by Murong Yanxia's essence and inner strength, Yang Jian showed no signs of fatigue after their lovemaking. Only after Murong Yanxia recovered did he summon the maids, remove the white silk from beneath her jade-like buttocks, and admire her closely. The white silk was covered in shocking bloodstains. The emperor was overjoyed: "This is the virginity blood that Consort Xia has guarded for twenty years! Keep it safe!"

A clever palace maid accepted it with a smile, but didn't forget to remind the emperor that Murong Yanxia's personal maids were still waiting for His Majesty's favor in the side room.

...

Several days later.

At dawn, Yang Jian's imperial carriage, protected by three hundred Golden Phoenix female guards, slowly made its way to the Qionghua Forest deep within the Moon Palace.

Inside the spacious and comfortable carriage, however, lay a different, more alluring scene. Exhausted from a night's work, Yang Jian lay lazily beside Murong Yanxia, his head resting rather lewdly on her long, alluring

legs, occasionally rubbing against them, eliciting a coquettish sigh from Murong Yanxia, making everyone envious. She playfully punched Yang Jian a few times, warning the lustful tyrant to stop his misbehavior. However, following her blushing eyes, one could see that Murong Yanxia's chest was completely naked, and Yang Jian's hand was tirelessly exploring the exquisite sensations of her full, smooth breasts. Seemingly in retaliation for Murong Yanxia's 'punch and kick,' his fingertips abruptly touched the already swollen nipples.

A tingling sensation instantly spread through her body, making even her soul tremble and groan.

After last night's "cultivation," Yang Jian, this "old farmer," had naturally discovered and mastered all of Murong Yanxia's sensitive spots, and this was precisely where she was most easily aroused.

Normally, once the most crucial point is breached between a man and a woman, the woman often becomes extremely compliant, especially for a young girl experiencing the pleasures for the first time. The allure is amplified considerably. Yang Jian, skilled in seduction, also coveted this alluring woman's body, and the two began their wanton act.

...

The Qionghua Forest is where the disciples of the Moon Palace are buried. For over a hundred years since the palace's founding, countless beauties have been laid to rest here. The elegant tombs of these beauties

, paired with the understated elegance of the Qionghua flowers, complement each other perfectly. The beauty of the Qionghua is a unique charm. It doesn't rely on vibrant colors or intoxicating fragrance. Every spring and summer, when the garden is a riot of colors, the Qionghua blooms pure white, graceful and exceptionally delicate. And when autumn arrives, and other flowers wither and fade, the Qionghua displays a captivating autumnal scene of green leaves and red berries. Its leaves and berries, red and green, contrast vividly, enduring for a long time, adding vibrant color and a joyful atmosphere to the bleak autumn landscape.

Because the Qionghua flower was so beloved by the people of the Moon Palace, the palace beauties who bravely faced death unanimously chose this place as their execution ground. Liu Feng Qingyue, the palace maid of the Nanhua Moon Palace, even chose this place as the location for her wedding chamber with Yang Jian.

However, at this time, the groom Yang Jian was still on his way, and Liu Feng Qingyue was naturally busy taking care of her palace sisters who were enduring the agony of piercing in the forest.

On that execution ground in the forest, seven piercing platforms spread out like swallow wings. In just one month, most of the disciples of the Moon Palace had their slender bodies pierced by various piercing rods. Kneeling on the platform, enduring the piercing punishment, were Elder Gongsun Liu Yunyun, who had lost her virginity to Yang Jian earlier the previous night, and her six personal maids.

Because Yang Jian planned to tour the seven seas for several months, and might even indulge in the pleasures of the beautiful corpses stored in the icehouse, all the piercings in the Moon Palace were performed from the rear. At this moment, Gongsun Liuyun's piercing was more than halfway complete; the incomparably sharp tip of the piercing rod was struggling against her stomach wall, striving to enter her esophagus and exit through her mouth as quickly as possible.

Emperor Yang Jian of Sui appeared benevolent and frugal, but his nature was extremely cruel and tyrannical, influenced by barbarian tribes. He particularly enjoyed watching the delicate, panting beauty of women being pierced to death. Coupled with Empress Dugu's iron-fisted rule over the harem, palace maids, female guards, female officials, and concubines in the Sui palace were frequently pierced to death for minor offenses. At Yang Jian's behest, the piercing rods used by the imperial family were all deliberately carved with phoenixes, displaying extreme beauty. This design allowed the concubines to choose their preferred piercing rod to end their lives, but it also enlarged the wounds, intensifying the pain—a seemingly "win-win" situation.

Initially, the people in the Moon Palace admired the exquisite craftsmanship of the piercing rods in the Sui Palace. Gongsun Liuyun and Murong Yanxia took the lead in choosing piercing rods carved with roses and peonies for their use during torture. Even the palace maid Liufeng Qingyue was captivated by these beautiful killing instruments, even requesting Yang Jian to prepare a piercing rod carved with jade flowers specifically for her, much to Yang Jian's delight. Now, when it was Gongsun Liuyun's turn to endure the pain of piercing, she realized that the price of beauty was having to suffer exponentially more pain.

Gongsun Liuyun, drenched in sweat and panting, shared her deepest feelings with Liufeng Qingyue. Although her words were cut short by the piercing rod protruding from her body, the astute Liu Feng Qingyue naturally understood Gongsun Liuyun's meaning. She couldn't help but look back at the execution platform—her wedding bed and the piercing rod were right there. The original plan was for Liu Feng Qingyue to be pierced and executed immediately after Yang Jian deflowered her, but now…

but now she couldn't even change the piercing rod! Liu Feng Qingyue looked helplessly at Murong Yanxia, who was walking hand in hand with Yang Jian. Seeing her joyful appearance, one couldn't help but wonder if she would be the next beauty to be pierced.

Murong Yanxia, who had just been having a wild time with Yang Jian, had already straightened her disheveled clothes. Her snow-white gauze palace dress made her skin appear even whiter and her figure more graceful. Except for her jet-black, shiny hair, her entire body was dressed in elegant pure white, even the ribbon tied at the end of her hair was as white as snow.

Upon seeing Gongsun Liuyun, who had just undergone piercing, Yang Jian was overjoyed, carefully cradling the extremely weak and delicate woman in his arms. Murong Yanxia, who was like a sister to Gongsun Liuyun, naturally wouldn't disturb her enjoyment of Yang Jian's last act of affection, and quietly moved to Liufeng Qingyue's side.

At this time, Gongsun Liuyun's maids had also finished their piercings one after another. Except for one who was still "enjoying" the piercing on the platform, the rest were neatly arranged in a row, all of them with their buttocks raised, lying prone like puppies on a carpet of magnolia petals.

"I've had the palace maids temporarily place all those who were pierced but couldn't be sent away yet. Don't you think they look beautiful now?"

"Yes, they are very beautiful. I can already imagine myself lying there!"

"You brat, you make it sound so easy. The feeling of being pierced is not pleasant at all. Liu Yun suffered quite a bit just now."

"Since I can't resist anyway, I'll just enjoy it to the fullest..."

Seeing that Murong Yanxia wouldn't listen, Liu Feng Qingyue had no choice but to step aside, revealing the piercing platform behind her.

Murong Yanxia leaned lazily against the piercing platform, listening to Liu Feng Qingyue explain the key points and pain of the piercing torture one by one, while untying the white silk ribbon binding her hair, letting her smooth, black, and shiny long hair cascade down like a waterfall, further highlighting her stunning beauty. With a slender waist and a slight sway, Murong Yanxia was already seated on the piercing platform: "What's the use of saying all this now, Sister Qingyue? Sister Liuyun must have been in immense pain during her torture, but that was because His Majesty wasn't by her side. Sister, look at Sister Liuyun now, loved by His Majesty—does she show any signs of unbearable suffering or resentment?"

Liufeng Qingyue was taken aback by these words and involuntarily looked towards Yang Jian…

At this moment, Gongsun Liuyun was nestled in Yang Jian's arms, her heart indeed filled with sweet love. When Yang Jian first embraced her, she struggled a couple of times, but he presented her with her favorite rose. Such a thoughtful gift instantly won her heart, and even the pain of the piercing was temporarily forgotten. Although the piercing rod inside her was hard and cold, Yang Jian's seemingly thin and frail old chest shone like a radiant sun, warming her.

Yang Jian always showed some tenderness and pity towards women willing to die for him. After gently wiping the blood from Gongsun Liuyun's lips, Yang Jian smiled and cupped her beautiful face, kissing her forehead. "Yun'er, I will personally serve you in this position."

Gongsun Liuyun was clearly deeply moved. Her phoenix eyes filled with tears, and she softly murmured "Mmm" through her delicate nose, her jade hands responding with the utmost passion. She guided Yang Jian's hands to caress and explore her infinitely beautiful body. Although this intensified her physical pain, she felt immense joy.

Yang Jian kissed her cheeks while gently grasping one of her breasts, kneading it tenderly. He felt its firmness, fullness, and exquisite smoothness. His kisses moved down Liuyun's neck, across her back, and finally landed on her breast, the delicate, scarlet bud now fully engulfed in his mouth. His tongue licked and his lips sucked, his lips gently biting and kissing. This unprecedented tenderness made Gongsun Liuyun, whose first night had been almost violently violated by Yang Jian, feel incredibly warm. Even with the piercing rod in her mouth, she couldn't help but let out a few sweet moans.

Taking advantage of Gongsun Liuyun's ecstasy, Yang Jian carried her to a seating area carefully arranged by the palace maids. It was a white gauze curtain painted with images of virgins being pierced, covered with thick felt carpets. In the center of the soft, comfortable carpet was a low, three-foot square wooden table, clearly for kneeling.

Yang Jian didn't disturb Liuyun in his arms; he simply tapped the wooden table lightly with one hand, and a small, round hole appeared in the sandalwood.

The hole was perfectly round, with a smooth cut, and its size was just right to insert the piercing rod that had pierced Liuyun. This showed that Yang Jian's internal strength had reached a state of perfection, far from the frail, old man he appeared to be.

When Yang Jian inserted the end of the piercing rod, still protruding from Liu Yun's buttocks, into the round hole in the wooden table, he finally startled Liu Yun. She gave him a coquettish glare, but still obediently curled up her long, slender legs to facilitate his actions.

A moment later, Liu Yun's exquisitely beautiful, completely naked body was kneeling upright on the wooden table. Although the piercing rod protruding from her mouth and her head tilted back slightly marred her dignified appearance, this posture was exactly what Yang Jian loved most. Anyone who had ever witnessed a virtuous woman being impaled and buried alive would be astonished by Liu Yun's perfect posture at this moment.

If nothing unexpected happened, Gongsun Liu Yun would sit in this position for several days until she breathed her last.

As Yang Jian emerged from the gauze curtain, a gentle breeze swept through the magnolia grove, scattering countless white blossoms that partially obscured the seven beauties kneeling on the piercing platform. Yet, every glimpse of spring light filtering through the petals stirred his heart.

Yang Jian knew that Murong Yanxia awaited his personal execution by piercing; this was her final request, and he could not refuse.

The palace artifacts were imbued with the ingenuity of the artisans, even the piercing platform used to execute concubines. The platform where Murong Yanxia lay was named "Sleeping in Snow," a tribute from the Jingxin Xiaozhu in Sichuan. Jingxin Xiaozhu housed many widowed women of impeccable virtue, and based on their profound understanding of their own bodies, the seemingly simple piercing platform not only made the kneeling concubines more comfortable but also greatly accentuated their alluring figures.

The experienced Liu Feng Qingyue, without needing guidance from the palace ladies, adjusted the mechanisms on the piercing platform to suit Murong Yanxia's figure, making Yanxia's already full breasts appear even firmer and rounder with the deliberate curve of her chest. No wonder some people often say, "The woman kneeling on the piercing platform is the most beautiful." Feeling Yang Jian's burning gaze on Murong Yanxia, Liu Feng Qingyue felt a surge of excitement and confusion.

From the moment Yang Jian ordered the execution of the women in the Moon Palace, Liu Feng Qingyue had been in this Qionghua Forest, seeing her sisters off on their journeys. For a month, she had watched intently as her sisters in the palace undressed one by one, calmly facing their deaths. Each time, it always began with a series of exquisitely crafted piercing rods inserted straight into the sisters' near-perfect anuses. Then, the rods would slowly penetrate their bodies, and finally, the tips would emerge inch by inch from their mouths…

This entire process had been repeated countless times before Liu Feng and Qing Yue, and today's execution of Murong Yanxia would be no exception. The only difference was that Yang Jian would be the executioner.

Kneeling on the piercing platform, Murong Yanxia couldn't help but blush. Yang Jian had just spread her legs wide apart, and having witnessed many piercings, she knew this was to expose her anus more clearly for the piercing. But her shameful appearance was being witnessed by the Palace Mistress, who wondered how the mischievous Palace Mistress would mock her in the days leading up to her death.

Yang Jian, now acting as the part-time executioner, was completely absorbed in the endless task of piercing Murong Yanxia. After adjusting Murong Yanxia's torture posture one by one, he took the peony-patterned piercing rod offered by Liu Feng Qingyue and moved behind her. The thought of personally inserting the piercing rod into the body of the beauty before him filled Yang Jian with uncontrollable excitement.

"My beloved concubine looks so beautiful without clothes," he said, placing the piercing rod flat on the support behind Yanxia's buttocks, preparing to execute her. Even so, Yang Jian didn't forget to affectionately praise her beauty in Murong Yanxia's ear. A few sweet words were enough to intoxicate Murong Yanxia, leaving her completely unaware that the gleaming piercing rod was slowly approaching.

Watching her beloved sister about to be impaled and executed, still so devoted to Yang Jian, Liu Feng Qingyue couldn't help but lament inwardly: Yang Jian's status as the Emperor of the Celestial Empire, coupled with his sweet talk, could charm any woman into submission. Even the vast age difference couldn't stop young girls from their moth-to-a-flame infatuation. Which of her sisters in the palace hadn't been tricked and seduced by him, ultimately losing their lives in the process? Even though she was still lustful now, when this lecherous Yang Jian dealt with her, she feared she would be even more pathetic than Yanxia… Lost

in her own thoughts, Liu Feng Qingyue watched as Murong Yanxia continued to exchange flirtatious glances with Yang Jian, completely oblivious to the thick, cold, and incredibly sharp piercing rod slowly forcing open her anus.

The supervising female official, seeing the piercing rod inserted into Murong Yanxia's anus, hurriedly shouted, "Begin the execution!"

Before the words were even finished, the piercing rod forcefully forced its way into the delicate anus of the six maids! A girl's surprised and shy gasps rang out almost simultaneously.

That thing had really gone in! And it was moving forward inside her! Murong Yanxia, who was struggling to swallow the piercing rod with her anus, finally fully experienced the pain of piercing that Liu Feng Qingyue had described. It wasn't just the pain of the sharp tip stabbing into her internal organs, but also the agony of the intricately carved peony patterns on the piercing rod pulling at her wounds. But she—had no regrets.

The cold piercing rod inch by inch sank into Murong Yanxia's body until the tip reached her stomach before stopping.

Facing the questioning gazes of Murong Yanxia and Liu Feng Qingyue, Yang Jian was busy shoving his erect weapon into Murong Yanxia's mouth. Aroused by Murong Yanxia's seductive manner during the piercing, Yang Jian showed no mercy. His burning weapon parted her delicate red lips, forced open her pearly white teeth, and plunged straight into the depths of her throat. Murong Yanxia even felt that it would touch the piercing rod inside her body if it went any further.

Faced with this sudden scene of intercourse, both Duanmu Xiuyun, who had just arrived at the execution ground, and Liufeng Qingyue, who was observing the execution, were stunned. They had never heard of a woman being pierced in such a way…

“If Your Majesty… Your Majesty wishes… this concubine is willing to serve you in place of Sister Yanxia?” Finally mustering her courage, Liufeng Qingyue, her face flushed, embraced the enthusiastic Yang Jian. She couldn't bear to let Murong Yanxia endure the torture of piercing while simultaneously satisfying Yang Jian's lust. She watched as Murong Yanxia's body convulsed with Yang Jian's thrusts, the piercing rod inserted into her body trembling slightly. She could hardly imagine what Murong Yanxia was feeling at that moment…

Yang Jian was interrupted just as he was enjoying himself, his mood naturally turning from sunny to cloudy. Seeing Liu Feng Qingyue offering herself to him, he didn't say much, but with a large hand, he tore off her shawl, his other hand already reaching into her bodice…

Although the piercing of Murong Yanxia had temporarily stopped, the moans and gasps of the other six beautiful maids being pierced still lingered among the elegant sea of flowers, accompanied by the sound of the wind in the forest, birdsong, and the tearing of clothes.

…

The midday sun shone through the lush magnolia trees, bathing Liu Feng Qingyue, who sat on the wedding bed, in a holy golden light. Yang Jian had just removed the last piece of clothing covering her body, his bloodshot, lustful eyes fixed on her naked jade body. Looking closely at Liu Feng Qingyue's exquisitely beautiful body, Yang Jian had to admit that she was one of the most perfect women he had ever seen, even surpassing Murong Yanxia in beauty.

Liu Feng Qingyue not only had a graceful figure but also skin as white as snow. Her breasts were perfectly round and high, symmetrically proportioned, with prominent, rosy nipples that were incredibly alluring. What made Yang Jian even more aroused was that with Liu Feng Qingyue's increasingly rapid breathing, her perfect breasts rippled with captivating waves. Looking at her soft, rosy vulva, her lips were as pink and delicate as peaches, without a single flaw.

Intoxicating moans escaped from Liu Feng Qingyue's lips. The aphrodisiac Yang Jian had forced her to take had now fully taken effect within her, and the alluring pink hue was spreading across her once flawless skin.

Consumed by the flames of lust, Liu Feng Qingyue instinctively tried to writhe her alluring body, but Yang Jian held her firmly beneath him, rendering her completely immobile. Her round, tempting breasts fell entirely into Yang Jian's clutches, being manipulated and molded into various shapes. Unable to endure the torment

any longer, Liu Feng Qingyue finally yielded to the evil man and the tyrant in her heart, struggling to twist her slender, snake-like waist, thrusting and swaying, attempting to take Yang Jian's grotesque member into her body. However, Yang Jian, a seasoned lover, easily crushed her "wanton actions" with a gentle press on Qingyue's lower abdomen.

The despicable Yang Jian leisurely placed the white silk used for examination under the beauty's buttocks before gazing lightly into Liu Feng Qingyue's two watery, starry eyes. A smile played on his lips as he cupped her beautiful face, kissing her cheek. "My little princess, where would you like me to favor first? The peach garden in front or the daisy between your buttocks?"

Liu Feng Qingyue knew he was teasing her, but this was her wedding day, her first time serving her husband. It wasn't a good opportunity for her to flaunt her princess status, so she could only plead softly, "Your Majesty, my body and soul belong to you. Whatever Your Majesty desires, I will obey."

Yang Jian was immediately delighted. "You said it yourself, my beloved concubine. Don't go back on your

word later." Before he finished speaking, he had already propped himself up and knelt between Liu Feng Qingyue's legs. Liu Feng Qingyue's legs were already spread apart by Yang Jian. He grasped his large, thick weapon and rubbed his round, large jade crown fiercely against Qingyue's delicate lips. When her virgin jade gate opened on its own due to engorgement, Yang Jian immediately took the initiative, thrusting his waist and hips forward, and the entire large jade crown instantly opened the gate of her secret place.

As Yang Jian's jade crown entered the peach garden, it was tightly gripped by the virgin flower stem of Liu Feng Qing Yue, instantly bringing him immense pleasure. He completely forgot that the beauty beneath him was still a virgin. He raised his weapon and thrust it deep into Qing Yue's flower stem, his thick penis instantly shattering the resistance of her hymen and reaching the very depths of her flower chamber.

The silent viburnum forest was suddenly filled with Liu Feng Qing Yue's agonizing screams. Even Murong Yanxia, who was halfway through the penetration, looked at Liu Feng Qing Yue's desperate struggle on the execution platform with some surprise. Only after Yang Jian gradually calmed Liu Feng Qing Yue down did she turn to look at Duanmu Xiuyun, who was watching the execution. Both of them had also experienced unbearable pain when Yang Jian deflowered them, but none had screamed as dramatically as Liu Feng Qing Yue.

Regardless of Murong Yanxia and Duanmu Xiuyun's bewilderment, Yang Jian's momentary arrogance caused Liu Feng Qingyue unbearable pain, and it took considerable effort to calm her down. Although Yang Jian unusually patiently waited for Liu Feng Qingyue to adjust to the swelling of his flower stem, he also lost all interest in sex.

He whispered in her ear, "Test for blood." Yang Jian then began to withdraw his bloodstained weapon from her body.

Yang Jian's weapon withdrew inch by inch from her delicate flower stem, but Liu Feng Qingyue's trembling, contracting flower chamber still clung to his thick dragon yang. With Yang Jian's movements, streaks of bright red blood meandered down her legs, slowly flowing down her jade-like buttocks, eventually staining her white silk handkerchief crimson, a sight that would drive anyone mad.

On their wedding day, the examination of the virginity of the bride was a paramount event concerning her purity. Even as the palace mistress, Liu Feng Qingyue was not exempt from this custom. Enduring the throbbing pain in her genitals and the anxiety of whether she had conceived, she strained to raise her snowy buttocks high so that Yang Jian, the examiner, could see clearly.

Yang Jian, who loved to sleep with virgins, was like a farmer harvesting the autumn harvest when examining the virginity, never slacking off. No matter how beautiful the woman beneath him, at this moment, Yang Jian only checked whether there were specks of virgin blood on his weapon and the white silk.

Only when Yang Jian laughed triumphantly and laid the white silk stained with Liu Feng Qingyue's virgin blood beside her pillow did the anxious palace mistress feel at ease.

Of course, Yang Jian had no such good intentions. He straddled Liu Feng Qingyue, holding his still erect, bloodstained weapon before her. Liu Feng Qingyue gave him a coquettish glare, but still obediently opened her cherry-like mouth wide and reluctantly took in the unsightly mess of blood and virginity, cleaning it carefully...

For the next few hours, the old man and the young wife took advantage of their newlywed bliss to indulge in passionate lovemaking, engaging in several rounds of entangled lovemaking. Even an iron man would be exhausted, and only then did they sweetly embrace each other, intertwining their legs to rest and recuperate. It was truly a time of infinitely beautiful spring.

It wasn't until sunset, with the chirping of birds returning to their nests, that the sleeping Yang Jian was awakened. The old emperor, preoccupied with gathering the Flowing Wind and Moon Red Pills, finally remembered Murong Yanxia, whom he had half-pierced. Seeing Murong Yanxia kneeling on the piercing table, a half-pierced rod still inserted in her rear, Yang Jian blushed. He quickly whispered some sweet nothings in the beauty's ear, his hands roaming over her exquisite body. Only when Yanxia smiled did Yang Jian continue the piercing that had been delayed for so long.

Fortunately, Yang Jian was experienced and quickly found the half-grown, bloody passage he had created in Murong Yanxia's slender body. The piercing rod, still protruding from Yanxia's buttocks, was then able to be pushed forward at a steady pace again.

The sensation of the thick piercing rod probing deeper into her body was naturally excruciating. Even a heroine like Murong Yanxia couldn't help but be drenched in sweat, her brows furrowed. Duanmu Xiuyun, observing the execution, felt her pain deeply. She frequently wiped the sweat from Yanxia's brow with a handkerchief, whispering words of comfort, "Almost done, almost done, just bear with it a little longer..."

Fortunately, the puncture was already mostly complete; this was merely the finishing touch. After some time piercing the stomach wall, the rod advanced rapidly down the esophagus... Half an hour later, with Murong Yanxia's uncontrollable trembling, the still-bloodied rod finally emerged slowly from her cherry-like mouth. The blood-stained, sharp tip marked yet another successful puncture.

Duanmu Xiuyun, who had been waiting patiently, quickly directed several palace maids to escort the frail and powerless Murong Yanxia into the tent to sit on a stake, awaiting her death. Meanwhile, Yang Jian continued to vent the burning lust ignited during the piercing of Murong Yanxia in Liufeng Qingyue's front and back orifices.

...

The next day. Night. A crescent moon hung high in the sky.

The cold moonlight filtered through the gaps in the layers of jade flowers, softly illuminating the white gauze tents scattered throughout the forest, one of which was the white gauze tent where Gongsun Liuyun sat awaiting her death.

The days spent waiting to die after the piercing were extremely painful and tedious. Like Gongsun Liuyun now, impaled on the piercing rod, she could only kneel naked in the tent, unable to speak or move her head. Because the piercing rod was pressing on her trachea, even breathing was difficult. The sounds of inhaling and exhaling through her mouth and nose, accompanied by the throbbing pain from the wounds inside her body, tested Gongsun Liuyun's will time and time again.

"The titles of chaste widow and virtuous woman are not something that can be obtained by merely sacrificing one's life." These were the words spoken by Elder Yu, Lin Daiyu, when she was being pierced. Ironically, as she finished speaking with disdain, her sharp tongue was permanently silenced by the piercing rod protruding from her mouth. This old adversary of Gongsun Liuyun had endured for a full five days and was still alive; Gongsun Liuyun could still hear her increasingly rapid breathing not far away.

Because she had been tortured later, Gongsun Liuyun was somewhat prepared for the pain at this moment. She silently recited a calming mantra, trying to slow her breathing, patiently waiting for death to arrive.

Unbeknownst to her, the bright moon was already hanging in the night sky, and the watery moonlight, filtering through the thin gauze curtain, enveloped Gongsun Liuyun, who was kneeling with her head held high, in a pale blue halo. But Gongsun Liuyun, who was as dignified and elegant as a goddess, began to become somewhat absent-minded. Her phoenix eyes kept looking left and right, as if expecting something. The faint footsteps and whispers coming from not far away undoubtedly made her radiant, and even her body involuntarily began to writhe around the piercing rod inside her body.

A moment later, as tears slid down Gongsun Liuyun's cheeks, Yang Jian's demonic hand slowly climbed up her right breast, while his large mouth took half of her left breast into his mouth, sucking and licking it wildly.

Having waited for Yang Jian for most of the night, Gongsun Liuyun instantly forgot her pain, her jade arms tightly embracing Yang Jian's body, seemingly implying that Yang Jian would pamper her body even more roughly, pampering everything about her!

With Duanmu Xiuyun's help, Gongsun Liuyun temporarily escaped her kneeling position. She placed one leg on the wooden table, leaned back slightly, resting against Duanmu Xiuyun's soft body, her round, full buttocks gently protruding forward, presenting her fair and pink peach garden to Yang Jian.

Holding Gongsun Liuyun's slender waist with one hand and guiding his weapon with the other, Yang Jian skillfully parted her delicate petals and swiftly plunged his large jade crown into her flower stem. At this moment, Yang Jian was very considerate of Gongsun Liuyun's fragility, his movements gentle and slow, extremely tender and considerate. Even with his utmost care, Gongsun Liuyun would occasionally furrow her brows slightly during his pleasure, likely because Yang Jian's actions aggravated her internal injuries. Yet, her face remained adorned with a satisfied smile.

...

The sounds of their lovemaking within the gauze tent naturally echoed throughout the quiet Qionghua Forest, causing many of the beauties strung on the piercing rods to blush. Murong Yanxia, whose body had also been pierced by the rod, was overjoyed, for Yang Jian had just sent a message saying he would come to find her soon.

...

Qionghua Forest, piercing execution ground.

"Hands on the ground, yes, like this, neck up, straight, if you don't want my piercing rod to pierce your beautiful neck. Raise your waist slightly, good, hold this position and don't move." For Yang Jian, who had a great fondness for piercing beautiful women, each woman's body was different, so every piercing was a fresh experience, and what Yang Jian pursued was perfect success every time.

Duanmu Xiuyun, who had already had all her clothes removed by Yang Jian, knelt obediently on the piercing table, completely following the executioner Yang Jian's orders and not daring to move. Yang Jian, on the other hand, happily held the piercing rod in his right hand, and skillfully parted Duanmu Xiuyun's round, white buttocks with his left hand, beginning to insert the sharp tip of the piercing rod into her pink anus.

Feeling something cold and thick invading, Duanmu Xiuyun subconsciously tightened her anus, and the thing was immediately wrapped tightly by the soft flesh.

"Silly girl, this isn't my penis, it's a piercing rod. Don't squeeze." Yang Jian chuckled mischievously and lightly patted Duanmu Xiuyun's snowy buttocks.

Blushing with embarrassment, Duanmu Xiuyun reluctantly relaxed her rear entrance, allowing the chosen rose-shaped piercing rod to smoothly advance! As the rod penetrated deeper, the thick metal shaft stretched her small rear entrance to the size of a goose egg! The icy coldness and unbearable fullness in her rear entrance were accompanied by waves of sharp pain that spread throughout her body along the flesh-filled passage created by the rod.

Soon, the sharp rod had penetrated more than six inches. Suddenly, the tortured Duanmu Xiuyun turned around and shouted at Yang Jian, "What kind of scoundrel is spying on us!"

Yang Jian, engrossed in piercing the beautiful woman, was startled by Duanmu Xiuyun's shout. He secretly blamed himself for being too careless and quickly gestured for Duanmu Xiuyun to rise and protect him.

The seemingly delicate Duanmu Xiuyun finally displayed her chivalrous spirit. She reached behind her with her right hand and pulled out the piercing rod that had penetrated more than six inches into her anus. Her fair and graceful body paused almost imperceptibly before pointing the piercing rod at a magnolia tree to Yang Jian's right rear.

"Hehe..." A laugh like the song of a lark came from behind the tree, and then a stunningly beautiful woman appeared. "Nangong Yumeng, steward of the Misty Palace, greets His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty."

Yang Jian saw that this uninvited guest was not only a beautiful woman, but also paid a great respect, clearly knowing his identity. He immediately forgot what it meant to have unclear intentions, and rushed to the beauty in a few steps, gently helping her up. Nangong Yumeng was wearing a light purple gauze covering a pure white gauze skirt, which made her look elegant without being extravagant, graceful without being dazzling. It was this just-right beauty that deeply attracted Yang Jian's gaze, and he couldn't help but take the beauty's jade hand into his palm and play with it without restraint.

Duanmu Xiuyun, who had been gripping the piercing rod ready to fight at any moment, relaxed. Although her title of "Fairy of the Misty Realm" had violated a taboo of the Misty Palace, causing frequent friction between the two sides, and her naked appearance today being seen by Nangong Yumeng was certainly indecent, it was still a thousand times better than having her body seen by other men. At least her chastity was preserved, and with Yang Jian, a master of aphrodisiacs, present, she estimated that Nangong Yumeng, and even the entire Misty Palace, would sooner or later... no! They would definitely perish on this piercing platform.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Xiuyun suddenly had an idea. She stopped wearing clothes and actually knelt on the piercing platform again, calling out in a sweet voice, "Your Majesty, my piercing is unsuccessful. Tomorrow, I will surely be ridiculed by Qingyue. Please have mercy and continue the punishment."

Yang Jian, who was currently shamelessly harassing Nangong Yumeng, hesitated. On one side was the beauty he had not yet obtained, and on the other was his beloved concubine waiting to be pierced. He had the fish and the bear's paw before him, but he could not have both!

Just as Yang Jian was caught in a dilemma, Nangong Yumeng, unable to withstand his shamelessness, blushed and annoyed. Taking advantage of Yang Jian's hesitation, she freed her hand, threw a letter on the ground, and fled.

Yang Jian, seeing his beauty run away in embarrassment, wasn't angry; he chuckled and picked up the letter. The letter was extremely simple and straightforward, containing only eight words: "Wash your bed and await the messenger." But for Yang Jian, this was incredibly good news.

Seeing Yang Jian's joy, Duanmu Xiuyun had a rough idea of the letter's contents. However, with her death imminent, she didn't care about the fate of Piaomiao Palace; it was likely to end like her—a sacrifice to be impaled and buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Just as she was feeling a pang of sorrow, the cold piercing rod once again entered her rear…

Unlike before, this time Yang Jian intentionally slowed the piercing, allowing Duanmu Xiuyun ample time to savor the indescribable, wondrous sensation of the rod slowly penetrating her body.

For Duanmu Xiuyun, who had been pierced by Yang Jian, her continued existence now only served to allow Yang Jian to fully appreciate the poignant beauty of her writhing and struggling on the piercing rod. Her young and beautiful life had already ended the moment the piercing began.

After piercing Duanmu Xiuyun's stomach, the piercing rod entered her esophagus, making her throat itch, but she couldn't speak. Yang Jian estimated the length, then gently lifted Xiuyun's pointed chin, and at the same time, gently pushed the piercing rod forward. The sharp, gleaming tip emerged from between Duanmu Xiuyun's delicate red lips, advancing about a foot before stopping.

The sense of accomplishment from completing another piercing filled Yang Jian with immense pleasure. He immediately carried Duanmu Xiuyun to the gauze curtain prepared for her. After patting Xiuyun's round, snowy buttocks, Yang Jian inserted the piercing rod vertically into the round hole of the wooden table. Because the piercing rod still had a long section left outside Duanmu Xiuyun's buttocks, Yang Jian had to grab her slender waist and pull her body downwards—watching Duanmu Xiuyun's voluptuous, jade-like body writhe and tremble around the piercing rod, her two long, snow-white legs bending and kicking in the air, the scene was truly deadly allure!

...

Dawn, in the Qionghua Forest.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and birds sang incessantly, their soft "yingying" sounds as melodious as a beautiful woman plucking the strings of a zither.

Awakened by Yang Jian, Liufeng Qingyue lazily stretched her waist, her slender and shapely waist appearing delicate and graceful, her fair skin dazzling like snow. She wore nothing but a transparent veil, and her proudly protruding snow-white breasts and the two alluring rosy nipples on their peaks were fully visible to Yang Jian.

Still half-asleep, Liu Feng Qingyue covered her mouth with her small hand, yawning sweetly. Her hazy eyes held a languid sleepiness, and her intoxicating cheeks were flushed with a thin blush. In the morning light, she looked like a fairy, captivating Yang Jian for a moment, who was stunned by her breathtaking beauty.

Sensing the man's gaze, knowing it was fixed on her, Liu Feng Qingyue blushed with shyness, her cheeks glowing with spring-like blush. She gave him a playful glare and scolded, "Don't peek!"

Yang Jian smiled nonchalantly, naturally pulling her into his arms. One arm encircled her delicate body, the other stroked her hair, his lustful eyes fixed on her captivating face. His manhood instantly hardened like iron.

Liu Feng Qingyue immediately noticed his change and timidly whispered, "Your Majesty... this concubine..."

Yang Jian ignored her, only staring at her pretty face without saying a word.

Liu Feng Qingyue said softly, with a helpless expression, "Your Majesty, I am willing to serve you in bed." She then gently guided it with her small hand, saying, "Come in."

As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Feng Qingyue felt Yang Jian slowly force open her jade gate, and then that enormous, fiery weapon inch by inch penetrated deeper, completely filling her tightly closed flower stem. Still feeling a slight throbbing pain, Liu Feng Qingyue tried her best to cooperate with Yang Jian's movements, her phoenix eyes gazing deeply at the old emperor who had taken her virginity. A feeling of inexplicable happiness, of being connected by blood and sharing life and death, welled up from the bottom of her heart. She thought that if she could die for him, she would have no regrets.

Yang Jian's lustful eyes never left her. Seeing Liu Feng Qingyue's soft, panting breaths, like the chirping of a swallow or the warbling of a nightingale, her eyes

darting about, she was truly beautiful. This continued for a full half hour, his actions of pleasure and desire leaving Liu Feng Qingyue weak and feverish. Yang Jian, feeling he had gone too far, leaned down and embraced her, their bodies locked in a brief rest.

Liu Feng Qingyue slowly opened her beautiful eyes, glancing almost imperceptibly at the jade flower piercing rod on the bedside table, and whispered, "Your Majesty, are you going to pierce me? I'll have someone prepare it immediately."

"No, Qingyue, stay with me for now. I received an invitation from the Misty Palace last night. I can depart once I find the messenger."

...

The clouds parted again,

the moon shone brightly, and a gentle breeze blew. Yun Qingyanyue, the mistress of the Misty Palace, renowned for her beauty that could rival the legendary beauty of fish and geese, stood gracefully by the window, her delicate brows slightly furrowed, showing no signs of weariness. During the Five Barbarian Invasions, nearly a million nobles and countless Han Chinese fled overseas. The chaos that lasted for over two hundred years allowed them to establish numerous powers across the seven seas beyond the borders. However, after twenty years of relentless sweeping by the Sui Dynasty's navy, only the most ethereal and mysterious female sects, those that remained untouched by worldly strife, survived. Among them, the most mysterious were the "Two Palaces, Five Palaces, and Seven Immortal Islands." Deep in the vast East Sea, the Moon Palace, known as the Southern Moon Palace, and the Southern Palace of the Misty Palace were closest to each other, both being among the Five Palaces.

Yun Qingyanyue, the mistress of the Misty Palace, received news that Emperor Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty had actually visited the Moon Palace and had been staying for nearly a month. Yang Jian had even issued an imperial edict to bring all the beauties of the Moon Palace into his harem. Because her name, Yun Qingyan Yue, clashed with that of the Moon Palace and its leader, Liu Fengqing Yue, minor frictions frequently occurred between the two palaces, but they remained relatively peaceful. The Moon Palace and the Misty Palace rarely interacted due to this discord. Because the Moon Palace was lax in its defenses, the information gathered during these recent reconnaissance missions was extremely accurate: the women of the Moon Palace had been sexually exploited by Yang Jian, who drained their vital essence and power, and then had them impaled and executed

, their bodies buried in the imperial mausoleum. Several of the Moon Palace's elders had already been impaled, and eight out of ten of the women were gone; the entire Moon Palace would be completely destroyed within days. Gaining a legitimate status was their greatest dream; even impalement and burial in the imperial mausoleum were a hundred times better than wasting their youth on this desolate island, living a life of loneliness and solitude. Therefore, both Liu Fengqing Yue, the Moon Palace leader of the Southern Moon Palace, and Murong Yanxia, one of the ten elders of the Moon Palace, possessed profound skills and superb martial arts; the women of the Moon Palace were all pure, beautiful, and possessed excellent martial arts abilities. The complete submission and lack of resistance from everyone in the Moon Palace was clear proof of this.

After much deliberation, the Palace Master of the Misty Palace, Yun Qingyanyue, finally made up her mind. She ultimately reached a consensus with the Ten Elders and the entire palace. Yesterday, Steward Nangong Yumeng set off with a letter she had personally written, intending to deliver it to Emperor Yang Jian in person. The letter was extremely simple and straightforward, containing only eight characters: "Waiting at the palace, the messenger is a courtesy." Steward Nangong Yumeng should have returned to the palace to report today, but for some reason, she had not yet appeared by noon tonight. Had something unexpected happened?

The Misty Palace's recruitment of female disciples was even more stringent than that of the Moon Palace in Nanhua, naturally attracting countless beauties, each pure and charming, and all possessing considerable internal strength. For an old lecher like Emperor Yang Jian, such delectable beauty offered to him was not something he, blinded by lust, would easily let go. Just like with the Moon Palace, an imperial decree would surely be issued, bringing all the beauties of the Southern Palace into the harem. Although this was a foregone conclusion, Yu Meng's late return made Yun Qing Yan Yue uneasy. The Misty Palace steward Nangong Yu Meng, whom she had sent to deliver the message, was a stunningly beautiful woman; Emperor Yang Jian would not be unmoved by her. Yu Meng possessed superb internal strength and martial arts skills, and was efficient in her actions.

Delivering the message was a piece of cake for her, so why was she so late in returning? The Misty Palace Master, Yun Qing Yan Yue, was unaware that her steward Nangong Yu Meng had secretly ascended to the Moon Palace and quickly found Emperor Yang Jian's whereabouts. However, witnessing for the first time that Emperor Yang Jian had subdued the limbs and bodies of the Moon Palace women and wantonly played with and defiled them until their virginity was destroyed and blood was spilled, the erotic scene made the inexperienced Yun Qing Yan Yue blush, her body go weak, and her heart filled with unbearable desire. The Moon Palace was filled with stunningly beautiful women, and Emperor Yang Jian indulged in debauchery in every pavilion and terrace. It was indeed inconvenient for her to appear when the women were with him, which delayed her delivery of the letter. Seeing Emperor Yang Jian constantly preoccupied with his pleasures with the women, Yu Meng followed him but found no opportunity. Finally, relying on her profound inner strength and superb martial arts, she secretly followed the emperor alone into the forbidden Qionghua Forest of the Moon Palace. Had it not been for the fact that eight or nine out of ten women in the Moon Palace had been impaled and executed, rendering the once-strict defenses ineffective, she would have been unable to remain undetected.

The Qionghua Forest was where the Moon Palace buried its disciples; over the hundred years since the palace's founding, countless peerless beauties had been buried there. The green tombs of these beauties, paired with the elegant Qionghua blossoms, were a perfect match. At this moment, the place had become the execution ground for the Moon Palace beauties who were bravely facing death, undergoing piercing. Liu Feng Qingyue, the palace head of the Southern Moon Palace, had even chosen this place as the location for her bridal chamber where she had given herself to Emperor Yang Jian. Yu Meng unexpectedly discovered that Duanmu Xiuyun, the ethereal fairy elder of the Northern Palace of the Rainbow Palace, who was also among the Five Palaces, was with the Moon Palace female disciples awaiting piercing. Judging from her expression, she seemed destined to be pierced by Emperor Yang Jian as well. Duanmu Xiuyun's name, ethereal fairy, was a taboo subject in the ethereal palace, often causing friction between the two sides. However, seeing her naked today was undeniably indecent for Nangong Yu Meng to witness. It seemed that the virginity of the ethereal fairy Duanmu Xiuyun had been destroyed by Emperor Yang Jian.

Yu Meng knew that the ethereal fairy Duanmu Xiuyun was passionate about music and had a close, sisterly relationship with Liu Feng Qingyue, the current palace head of the Southern Moon Palace, with whom she frequently visited. It's unclear what business she has with the Moon Palace. Considering her master's fortieth birthday is approaching, she must be borrowing the zither—the Moon Palace's most prized treasure, the Seven-Colored Moon Melody Zither—to play a tune and entertain her master. However, Duanmu Xiuyun's luck was bad; she was caught by Emperor Yang Jian. Duanmu Xiuyun possessed delicate, arched eyebrows and a graceful figure. Her beautiful eyes exuded an air of dignified elegance. Her skin was fair and rosy, her black hair flowing naturally to her rounded hips. Her exquisite face, crescent-shaped eyes, and deep, clear, mirror-like eyes shone brightly. Her figure was curvaceous and alluring, her waist slender and seemingly fragile, her neck beautiful and white, her skin like snow. Even as a woman, Yu Meng was captivated by her presence; how could Emperor Yang Jian possibly let her go?

The bright moon hung high, its cold light filtering softly through the gaps in the layers of magnolia blossoms, casting a gentle glow on the white gauze tents scattered throughout the forest. Female officials and palace maids moved about, occasionally carrying out a lifeless, naked woman impaled on piercing poles. She would be placed in the icehouse aboard the dragon boat for preservation, and eventually transported back to the Central Plains to be buried in the imperial mausoleum. Yu Meng noticed that each white gauze tent contained either eight or ten young women, impaled on piercing poles, kneeling naked with their heads held high. They were all still alive, but unable to speak or move their heads. The piercing poles pressed against their trachea, making even breathing difficult. Each breath, inhaled and exhaled through their mouths and noses, accompanied by the throbbing pain from their internal wounds, tested their will time and again. In one of the white gauze tents, Yu Meng saw Sun Liuyun, the husband of Guan Yu, sitting on a stake, awaiting death. In two other pure white gauze curtains not far away were Elder Yu, Lin Daiyu, and Elder Xia, Murong Yanxia, the Rainbow Swordswoman.

Elder Yu, Lin Daiyu, kept her eyes closed, looking exhausted, as if she had been enduring for several days. Yu Meng could clearly hear her increasingly rapid breathing; it seemed she was nearing her end. Gongsun Liuyun, Yun Chang's husband, had been tortured later, and she was still quite energetic. Her naked body writhed gently around the piercing rod inside her body. Gongsun Liuyun seemed somewhat prepared for the pain at this moment; her expression was relatively calm. She was trying to slow her breathing, patiently awaiting death. The bright moon hung in the night sky, its watery moonlight filtering through the thin gauze curtains, enveloping the kneeling Gongsun Liuyun in a pale blue halo, making her appear as dignified and elegant as a goddess.

Gongsun Liuyun, however, began to appear distracted, her phoenix eyes darting left and right as if anticipating something. The faint footsteps and whispers approaching from afar undoubtedly brightened her spirits. Yu Meng, hidden in the jade grove, quickly shrank back. She saw Emperor Yang Jian enter Gongsun Liuyun's tent, behind him stood the completely naked Duanmu Xiuyun. Gongsun Liuyun was already impaled and awaiting death; would he still defile her? Yu Meng's handsome face flushed crimson.

As if to confirm Yu Meng's suspicions, as tears slid down Gongsun Liuyun's cheeks, Yang Jian's wicked hand slowly climbed up her right breast, his greedy mouth taking in a large portion of her left breast, frantically sucking and licking it. Gongsun Liuyun instantly forgot her pain, her jade-like arms tightly embracing Yang Jian's body, seemingly implying that Yang Jian would pamper her body and everything about her even more roughly!

With Duanmu Xiuyun's help, Gongsun Liuyun temporarily escaped her kneeling position. She placed one leg on the wooden table, leaned back slightly, resting against Duanmu Xiuyun's soft body, her round, full buttocks gently protruding forward, fully displaying her fair and pink peach garden to Yang Jian. Grasping

Gongsun Liuyun's slender waist with one hand and supporting his own weapon with the other, Yang Jian's large jade crown skillfully parted the two delicate petals and quickly plunged into the flower stem. At this moment, Yang Jian was very considerate of Gongsun Liuyun's fragility, and during their lovemaking, he was gentle and tender, entering and exiting slowly. Even with his utmost care, Gongsun Liuyun would occasionally furrow her brows slightly during their pleasure, likely because Yang Jian's actions had aggravated her internal injuries. Yet, her face remained adorned with a satisfied smile.

This sensual and bizarre scene completely captivated Yu Meng. Gongsun Liuyun, who had been pierced from behind, could still reciprocate the pleasure! The sounds of their lovemaking within the gauze tent naturally echoed throughout the quiet Qionghua Forest, causing many of the beauties still bound by the piercing poles to blush. Yang Jian, however, was not yet satisfied. After having his fill of Gongsun Liuyun, he restored her to her original position, kneeling naked with her head held high in the tent, and then went straight to Murong Yanxia, the Rainbow Sword, whom he had recently pierced himself. Her stunningly beautiful and alluring body, which had shocked the East Sea, lay completely naked as she knelt in the tent, head held high. The gleaming tip of a piercing rod protruded about a foot from between her luscious red lips, her exquisite body trembling and writhing around it. Murong Yanxia proudly displayed her high, proud breasts, her slender waist, her full, rounded buttocks, and her long, fair legs—every part exuding a deadly allure. Two clusters of crimson peony buds rose and fell gently with her breath, and the once proud display of her virginity on her snow-white arms was now gone.

Yu Meng's breathing became more rapid; she dared not look at the erotic and decadent scene any longer and slightly stuck out her delicate tongue. Yu Meng felt her face burning; she knew it must be flushed.

Yu Meng stealthily made her way to the piercing execution ground in the Qionghua Forest. She was captivated by the exquisitely crafted row of piercing rods awaiting use. Several Moon Palace female disciples, having completed their piercings, stood neatly in a row, all prostrate like puppies on a carpet of Qionghua petals. These were the last female disciples of the Moon Palace to be pierced. A gentle breeze swept through the Qionghua Forest, scattering countless white Qionghua blossoms, partially obscuring the kneeling beauties on the piercing platform. Yet, every glimpse of spring light filtering through the petals was incredibly alluring. Several palace maids were carefully moving them into the tent. The palace ladies-in-waiting were already highly skilled at piercing, and the past few days had taken their toll. Apart from Moon Palace Palace Master Liu Yun Qingyue and the visiting Fairy Duanmu Xiuyun, all the hundreds of beautiful female disciples of the Moon Palace, including the ten elders, had already perished on the piercing platform. Yang Jian, the executioner who also worked part-time, had impaled many beautiful women; he was the one who impaled the ten elders of the Moon Palace. For Yang Jian, who had a particular fondness for impaling beautiful women, each woman's body was different, making each impalement a fresh experience. What Yang Jian sought was perfect success with every single impalement.

"Hands on the ground, yes, like this, neck up, straight, if you don't want my impaling rod to pierce your beautiful neck. Raise your waist slightly, good, hold this position and don't move."

Emperor Yang Jian's voice startled Yu Meng. She discovered that the ethereal fairy Duanmu Xiuyun, whose clothes had already been removed by Yang Jian, was kneeling obediently on the impaling platform, completely following Yang Jian's orders and not daring to move. Yang Jian, chuckling, held the impaling rod in his right hand, while his left hand deftly parted Duanmu Xiuyun's round, white buttocks, beginning to insert the sharp tip of the rod into her pink anus. Seeing Yang Jian about to penetrate Duanmu Xiuyun, Yu Meng's eyes widened.

The ethereal fairy Duanmu Xiuyun had chosen a piercing rod carved with a rose pattern. Perhaps due to nervousness, she instinctively tightened her anus, causing the rod to be tightly gripped by her soft flesh. Even Yu Meng could see that Yang Jian was showing some tenderness; forcing it in would tear her anus, only increasing her pain.

"Silly girl, this isn't my penis, it's a piercing rod, don't squeeze," Yang Jian said with a wicked grin, lightly patting Duanmu Xiuyun's snowy buttocks.

Blushing with embarrassment, Duanmu Xiuyun reluctantly relaxed her anus, allowing the rose-patterned piercing rod to slide in smoothly. As the rod penetrated deeper, the thick metal shaft stretched her small anus to the size of a goose egg. The icy, throbbing pain in her anus was accompanied by waves of stabbing pain that spread throughout her body via the bloody tunnel created by the piercing rod.

Soon, the sharp rod had penetrated more than six inches. Suddenly, the tortured Duanmu Xiuyun turned and shouted at Yang Jian, "What kind of scoundrel is spying here!"

Yu Meng couldn't help but secretly admire her. She had been so focused that she hadn't held her breath, and Duanmu Xiuyun, who was being pierced, had noticed.

Yang Jian, engrossed in piercing the beautiful woman, was also startled by Duanmu Xiuyun's shout. He blamed himself for his carelessness and quickly gestured for Duanmu Xiuyun to rise and protect him.

The seemingly delicate Duanmu Xiuyun finally displayed her chivalrous spirit. She reached behind her with her right hand and pulled out the rod, which had penetrated more than six inches into her anus. Her snow-white, graceful body paused almost imperceptibly before pointing the rod at a magnolia tree to Yang Jian's right rear. This was precisely where Yu Meng was hiding.

"Hehe..." A laugh like the song of a lark came from behind the tree, and then a stunningly beautiful woman appeared. "Nangong Yu Meng, steward of the Misty Palace, greets His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Sui Dynasty." Having revealed herself, Yu Meng had no choice but to show herself.

Yang Jian saw that this uninvited guest was not only a stunning beauty but also paid a great respect, clearly knowing his identity. He immediately forgot what it meant to have unclear intentions and rushed to the beauty's side in a few steps, gently helping her up. Nangong Yu Meng was wearing a light purple gauze covering a pure white gauze skirt, making her look elegant without being extravagant, graceful without being dazzling. It was this just-right beauty that deeply attracted Yang Jian's gaze, and he couldn't help but pull the beauty's jade hand into his palm, shamelessly playing with it.

Duanmu Xiuyun, who had been gripping the piercing rod ready to fight at any moment, relaxed. Although her title of "Fairy of the Misty Clouds" had offended the Misty Palace, causing frequent friction between the two sides, she had held a slight advantage in their previous encounters. Today, being seen naked by Nangong Yumeng was unsightly, but it was still a thousand times better than having her body seen by other men. At least her chastity would be preserved, and with Yang Jian, a master of aphrodisiacs, present, she estimated that Nangong Yumeng, and even the entire Misty Palace, would eventually… no! They would certainly perish on this piercing platform.

Thinking of this, Duanmu Xiuyun suddenly had an idea. She knelt on the piercing platform again and cried out in a sweet voice, "Your Majesty, my piercing is unsuccessful. Tomorrow, Qingyue will surely laugh at me. Please, Your Majesty, have mercy and continue the execution."

Yang Jian, who was currently shamelessly harassing Nangong Yumeng, hesitated. On one side is the beauty he has yet to win over, and on the other is the beloved concubine waiting to be impaled. He has the fish and the bear's paw before him, but alas, he cannot have both!

Just as Yang Jian was caught in a dilemma, Nangong Yumeng, though unable to suppress her lust, was no match for Yang Jian's shamelessness. Her pretty face flushed with both shame and anger, and finally, taking advantage of Yang Jian's hesitation, she freed her hand, threw a letter on the ground, and fled in a panic.

Yang Jian, seeing his beauty run away in embarrassment, wasn't angry; he chuckled and picked up the letter. The letter was extremely simple and straightforward, containing only eight words: "Awaiting you with open arms, a messenger is the proper greeting." But for Yang Jian, this was incredibly good news.

Seeing Yang Jian's joy, Duanmu Xiuyun had a rough idea of the letter's contents, but with her death imminent, she no longer cared about the fate of Piaomiao Palace. Most likely, like herself, they would become sacrifices, impaled and buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Just as she was feeling a bit resentful, the cold piercing rod once again invaded her anus…

Unlike before, this time Yang Jian intentionally slowed down the piercing speed, allowing Duanmu Xiuyun ample time to savor the indescribable, wondrous sensation of the rod slowly penetrating her body.

For Duanmu Xiuyun, who was being pierced by Yang Jian, the meaning of her life now lay only in allowing Yang Jian to fully appreciate the poignant beauty of her writhing and struggling on the piercing rod; her young and beautiful life had already ended the moment the piercing began.

After piercing Duanmu Xiuyun's stomach, the piercing rod entered her esophagus, making her throat itch, yet she couldn't speak. Yang Jian estimated the length, then gently lifted Xiuyun's pointed chin, while simultaneously pushing the piercing rod forward gently. The sharp, gleaming tip emerged from between Duanmu Xiuyun's delicate red lips, advancing about a foot before stopping.

The sense of accomplishment from successfully piercing once again filled Yang Jian with immense joy. He immediately carried Duanmu Xiuyun to the gauze tent prepared for her. He first patted Xiuyun's round, snowy buttocks before inserting the piercing rod vertically into the round hole in the wooden table. Because a considerable length of the rod remained outside Duanmu Xiuyun's buttocks, Yang Jian had to grab her slender waist and pull her body downwards—watching Duanmu Xiuyun's voluptuous, graceful body writhe and tremble around the piercing rod, her two long, snow-white legs bending and kicking in the air, the scene was undeniably deadly allure!

Dawn broke in the Qionghua Forest.

The shadows of the trees swayed, birdsong filled the air, the soft "yingying" sounds as melodious as a beautiful woman plucking the strings of a zither.

Awakened by Yang Jian, Liufeng Qingyue lazily stretched, her slender, shapely waist and snow-white skin dazzlingly beautiful. She wore nothing but a sheer veil, her proudly protruding breasts and the alluring rosy nipples on their peaks fully revealed to Yang Jian.

Still half-asleep, Liu Feng Qingyue covered her mouth with her small hand, yawning sweetly. Her hazy eyes held a languid sleepiness, and her intoxicating cheeks were flushed with a thin blush. In the morning light, she looked like a fairy, captivating Yang Jian, who was momentarily mesmerized by her breathtaking beauty.

Sensing the man's gaze, knowing it was fixed on her, Liu Feng Qingyue blushed shyly, her cheeks glowing with spring-like blush. She gave him a playful glare and scolded, "Don't peek!"

Yang Jian smiled nonchalantly, naturally pulling her into his arms. One arm encircled her delicate body, the other stroked her hair, his lustful eyes fixed on her captivating face, and his manhood instantly hardened like iron.

Liu Feng Qingyue immediately noticed his change, and timidly looked at him in a low voice, saying, "Your Majesty... this concubine..."

Yang Jian ignored her, only staring at her pretty face without saying anything.

Liu Feng Qingyue helplessly whispered, "This concubine is willing to serve Your Majesty in bed." As she spoke, she gently guided it with her small hand: "Come in."

As soon as she said this, Liu Feng Qingyue felt her jade gate being slowly forced open by Yang Jian, and then that huge weapon, as hot as a flame, inch by inch went deeper and deeper, completely filling her tightly closed flower stem. Still feeling a little swollen and painful, Liu Feng Qingyue tried her best to cooperate with Yang Jian's movements, her phoenix eyes looking at the old emperor who had taken her virginity with deep affection. A feeling of happiness, of being connected by blood and sharing life and death, inexplicably welled up from the bottom of her heart, and she thought that even if she died for him, she would have no regrets.

Yang Jian's lustful eyes never left her either. He saw Liu Feng Qingyue's soft, panting breaths, like the chirping of swallows and the frequent glances of her eyes—truly beautiful.

This went on for a full half hour, his actions of pleasure and desire leaving Liu Feng Qingyue weak and feverish. Yang Jian, feeling he had gone too far, leaned down and embraced Liu Feng Qingyue, their bodies locked in a tender moment.

Liu Feng Qingyue slowly opened her beautiful eyes, glancing almost imperceptibly at the jade flower piercing rod resting on the bedside table, and whispered, "Your Majesty, do you intend to pierce me? I will send someone to prepare

immediately." "Heh heh, all the beauties in the Moon Palace below you have already been pierced. Even those beauties who are still alive cannot move, so you have no one left to command. I will spare you from piercing for now, Qingyue, you will serve by my side temporarily. I received an invitation from the Misty Palace last night, and I will depart once I find the messenger."

Liu Feng Qingyue thought of all her sisters in the Moon Palace who had been pierced to death, yet remained devoted to Yang Jian until their deaths. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly. For that illusory title, Yang Jian's status as the Emperor of the Celestial Dynasty, coupled with his sweet talk, was enough to make all women obedient. Even the huge age difference couldn't stop the young girls' moth-to-a-flame love. Which of her sisters in the palace, including herself, hadn't been tricked and seduced into losing their virginity to him, and ultimately even their lives? She knew that the fate of the Moon Palace in Nanhua would be repeated in the Misty Palace.

2.

Misty Palace, South Palace.

Palace Master Yun Qingyanyue spent a sleepless night. Her heart was filled with anxiety. Her usually efficient and efficient steward, Nangong Yumeng, had not returned. What accident had happened to her? Or was it that Emperor Yang Jian was too proud to spare her favor? If it was the latter, the consequences would be extremely embarrassing. Once word got out, the Misty Palace would lose all face.

Hesitatingly, dawn broke. Yun Qingyanyue, wearing a milky-white silk gauze robe covering her cherry lips, yawned and stretched. Although tired, she was not sleepy. Beneath the thin gauze was her graceful and delicate body. Her high and proud breasts, paired with her slender waist, full and rounded snow-white buttocks, and long, fair legs, were comparable even to the most beautiful elder of the Moon Palace, Caixia Sword Murong Yanxia.

In the morning light, the sea was shrouded in mist and shimmering waves. A small boat gradually appeared, and it was Yu Meng, whom everyone had been eagerly awaiting, who had finally returned.

Yun Qingyanyue and the ten elders greeted the belated Yu Meng. Yu Meng looked quite tired, but her excitement was undeniable. Seeing her expression, Yun Qingyanyue knew that the mission was accomplished, and a weight was lifted from her heart.

"Palace Master, I have paid my respects to His Majesty, and His Majesty has accepted the letter!" Yu Meng's words caused a burst of joy among the female disciples of the Southern Palace, and the entire Misty Palace was instantly transformed into a sea of jubilation.

Yu Meng took a sip of water and then wiped her lips with her delicate hand. Looking at her small hand, and recalling how Emperor Yang Jian had unabashedly and tenderly fondled her hand the night before, she couldn't help but blush.

"The Moon Palace is finished now; I only caught the tail end. After landing on the island, I easily found Emperor Yang Jian, but he was busy enjoying the beauties in the Moon Palace and couldn't show himself, which delayed me by a day. In the Moon Palace, I mostly saw court ladies and maids; the once-famous Ten Elders of the Moon Palace were no longer there. I personally saw the last three elders of the Moon Palace: Elder Yun, Elder Sun Liuyun; Elder Yu, Elder Lin Daiyu; and Elder Xia, Elder Caixia, Sword Murong Yanxia. They had all been pierced, but they hadn't died yet. Now, everyone in the palace except for the Palace Master Feng Qingyue has been pierced. This is what I saw in the Qionghua Forest."

"What?! You actually ventured deep into the Qionghua Forest of the Moon Palace?" Yun Qingyanyue was shocked and almost blurted out. That was a heavily guarded forbidden area of the Moon Palace! How could Yu Meng have such audacity? Then she realized that since all the female disciples of the Moon Palace had been impaled, and the palace officials and maids didn't take the Qionghua Forest seriously and were powerless to stop the highly skilled Yu Meng, she could come and go as she pleased.

"Palace Master, I also saw a great beauty in the Moon Palace, none other than our nemesis, Elder Piaomiao Fairy Duanmu Xiuyun of the North Palace of Nixia Palace. Hehe, she's also gone to the Moon Palace now, impaled by His Majesty himself. The way she writhed and struggled on the piercing rod was so poignant. But she was really amazing. Even though the piercing rod had gone quite a distance into my anus, she still managed to detect me. She reached behind her with her right hand and pulled out the piercing rod, which was more than six inches deep, and used it as a weapon, pointing it at my hiding place. If she hadn't discovered me, I don't know when I would have been able to deliver the letter to His Majesty."

"Then when will His Majesty grace us with his presence?" Yun Qingyanyue asked, voicing the question that everyone in the Southern Palace was most concerned about, but Yu Meng was still eager for more.

"His Majesty didn't say that. I heard from the palace maids that beautiful women can survive for a few days after being pierced. Fairy Piaomiao, Duanmu Xiuyun, Yun Chang's husband Sun Liu, Elder Xia, Caixia Sword Murong Yanxia, and their personal maids were all pierced yesterday. By the way, Elder Yu, Lin Daiyu, has held on for five whole days and is still alive. Her personal maids have already been sent to the icehouse in the dragon boat for preservation, but she is still stubbornly refusing to die. I estimate that Duanmu Xiuyun and the others can at least hold on for two or three more days. They will be sent to the dragon boat after they die. Also, the Moon Palace is finished, and His Majesty still needs to clear out the Moon Palace's accumulated assets over the years, which will take some time. The letter has been delivered, but it's hard to say when His Majesty will arrive."

Yu Meng smiled awkwardly. Emperor Yang Jian had indeed not given a definite answer.

"What kind of messenger are you? You didn't even send a proper reply. Alright, go and rest for a while," Yun Qingyanyue said with a smile, and the beauties slowly dispersed with excited and joyful expressions.

"Palace Master, since His Majesty has accepted the invitation, it would be appropriate for the Palace Master to personally come to the Moon Palace to welcome His Majesty as a sign of respect," said the meticulous Elder of the Southern Palace, Fairy Xiaoyao Yu Fuping. "The Moon Palace is now just a fleeting cloud, I really want to see what Liufeng Qingyue looks like now." Fairy Xiaoyao Yu Fuping is the youngest of the ten current elders of the Misty Palace, eighteen years old and beautiful. Her soft, black hair cascades over her shoulders, her oval face is well-defined, and her lively eyes are full of charm.

Yun Qingyanyue likes Fairy Xiaoyao Yu Fuping, this childlike little elder, the most. They have been like sisters since childhood. Yu Fuping had loved music since childhood and had always coveted the Seven-Colored Moon Melody Zither, the

treasure of the Moon Palace. However, due to the strained relationship between the two palaces, she had never been able to see it in person, which was a great regret in her heart. "That's very true. His Majesty is the supreme ruler, and it is only right that I personally welcome him. Fuping, you will accompany me on this trip, and we will set off tomorrow morning. My Misty Palace's more than four hundred female disciples are all beautiful, more than three times the beauty of the Moon Palace. Surely we can outshine the Moon Palace?" Yun Qingyanyue smiled charmingly.

Amidst the misty water, a flower boat gradually appeared. Standing gracefully at the bow were Yun Qingyanyue, the Palace Master of Misty Palace, and Yu Fuping, the carefree fairy and young elder with a childlike heart. Nangong Yumeng, the steward of Misty Palace, stood behind them.

"The Moon Palace is ahead. Look! That's Emperor Yang Jian's dragon boat, and the official fleet of ships." Yumeng said, raising her arm and pointing. The Moon Palace had truly vanished into nothingness; if it were, the fleet heading towards it would have already arrived. But now, the Moon Palace's fleet remained quietly anchored there alongside the official ships.

"Row over there," commanded Yun Qingyanyue, the Palace Master of the Misty Palace. The flower boats approached silently, the splashing sound of their bows cutting through the water particularly captivating in the early morning.

The vast fleet seemed to have few guards. Only when the flower boats drew near did a female official in her robes, still half-asleep, run to the bow. Seeing that the approaching ship seemed to have no ill intentions, she relaxed.

"Hey! State your identity! This is official forbidden territory. All unauthorized personnel are strictly prohibited from approaching. Violators will be killed without exception! Immediately move to another location!" She rubbed her eyes, hands on her hips, and spoke in an official tone.

"I am Yun Qingyanyue, the Palace Master of Piaomiao Palace. Yesterday, I sent a messenger to deliver the invitation. I am now personally going to the Moon Palace to welcome His Majesty. I hope you will be accommodating and inform His Majesty to allow the flower boat to dock." Yun Qingyanyue bowed twice with elegance and grace.

The female official in her official robes dared not delay upon hearing this. She hurriedly ordered her subordinates to go ashore and report, fearing that she might ruin Yang Jian's good deed. Yun Qingyanyue couldn't help but smile upon seeing this.

As the Palace Master, Liu Feng Qingyue not only had a graceful figure but also skin as white as snow. Her pair of jade breasts were round and high, perfectly proportioned, with two rosy and protruding snow-white peaks, making one's mouth water. What made Yang Jian even more unable to control himself was that as Liu Feng Qingyue's breathing became more and more rapid, her perfect breasts created waves of alluring ripples. Looking at her soft and rosy private parts, her two jade lips were as pink and delicate as peaches, without the slightest flaw. Upon closer inspection of Liu Feng Qingyue's exquisitely beautiful body, even Yang Jian, a master of seduction, had to admit that she was one of the most perfect women he had ever seen, her allure surpassing even that of Murong Yanxia. This was because all of Liu Feng Qingyue's sisters in the Moon Palace had been impaled and executed, which was why she had been serving Yang Jian from the night before last until this morning.

Two days and two nights of continuous passion had left Liu Feng Qingyue panting softly, her voice like the chirping of swallows and the frequent glances of her eyes; her beauty was truly breathtaking. Each time they made love, Yang Jian would last a full half hour, simultaneously creating a cloud of passion and drawing upon her essence, until Liu Feng Qingyue was completely limp. Nourished by the primordial yin and essence of the Moon Palace women, Yang Jian's desire was at its peak; he showed no signs of fatigue after intercourse and continued to enjoy himself without tiring. Yang Jian had already exhausted Liu Feng Qingyue's virginity, and her pure and powerful inner strength had been completely drained by his relentless stimulation. Each time they made love, he would leave her flushed, breathless, and limp on the bed, unconscious. As the palace mistress, Liu Feng Qingyue tried her best to please him, but Yang Jian had played with her every need. Although she had a fiery figure and a celestial beauty, Yang Jian, who was always fickle, gradually grew tired of her after two days and nights.

As dawn broke, Liu Feng Qingyue felt her jade gate being slowly forced open by Yang Jian again. She knew that Yang Jian, who had just been intimate with her, wanted it again. After this series of diligent explorations, Yang Jian had naturally discovered and mastered all the sensitive spots on Liu Feng Qingyue's body. The shy little bean at her jade gate was the place that aroused her the most.

"My beloved concubine looks so beautiful without clothes." These sweet words, repeated countless times in the ears of different beauties, once again intoxicated Liu Feng Qingyue, leaving her completely unaware that his enormous, fiery weapon was penetrating deeper and deeper, filling her tightly closed flower stem entirely. Despite feeling a slight throbbing pain, Liu Feng Qingyue still tried her best to cooperate with Yang Jian's movements. Her phoenix eyes gazed deeply at the old emperor who had taken her virginity, and a feeling of kinship and shared life and death inexplicably welled up from the depths of her heart once more.

Before long, Liu Feng Qingyue was once again thrust into the peak of passion by Yang Jian. After a series of tremors, she willingly cooperated, allowing Yang Jian to continuously suck and absorb her remaining pure inner strength without resistance as he withdrew from her body. Having completely submitted to Yang Jian, Liu Feng Qingyue is no longer a palace mistress but an ordinary young woman. Even if she were to die for him now, she would have no regrets and would be willing to do so.

Thinking of her sisters being impaled one by one, each devoted to Yang Jian without complaint, she had once laughed at them and lamented inwardly. Yang Jian's status as the emperor of the Celestial Empire, coupled with his sweet talk, could easily charm all the women in the Moon Palace. Even the vast age difference couldn't stop the young girls' moth-to-a-flame love. Which of her sisters hadn't been tricked and seduced into losing their virginity to him, ultimately losing their lives? Once the crucial point between a man and a woman is crossed, the woman often becomes completely submissive, especially a young girl experiencing the pleasures for the first time. This temptation is amplified, and Yang Jian's profound demonic arts amplified it to the extreme. Even she herself hadn't escaped his allure. Wouldn't this lustful demon easily subdue her? She feared she would be even more vulnerable than Yan Hua during the impalement. For that elusive title, the entire Moon Palace had fallen into Yang Jian's hands, filling Liu Feng Qing Yue with a profound and inexplicable sorrow.

Yang Jian saw that Liu Feng Qingyue, the alluring Palace Mistress of Nanhua Moon Palace, had suddenly become somber. He was displeased, staring at her pretty face without saying a word, but his expression darkened. Liu Feng Qingyue realized her loss of composure and felt a surge of fear. If it weren't for her status as Palace Mistress and her enjoyment of lovemaking, she would likely have been punished on the spot. Truly, serving a ruler is like walking on thin ice. Fortunately, a palace maid rushed over and saved her.

"Report! Your Majesty, the Palace Mistress of Piaomiao Palace, Yun Qing Yanyue, has arrived on a flower boat to welcome Your Majesty and has now reached the Moon Palace shore." The palace maid knelt respectfully on the ground, her forehead covered in sweat from running so fast, her breathing uneven.

"Oh?" Yang Jian was overjoyed upon hearing this. "I'll go see for myself right away. Rumor has it that the Mistress of the Misty Palace, Yun Qingyanyue, is no less beautiful or elegant than yours, Liu Fengqingyue, the Mistress of the Moon Palace in Nanhua. I'll see for myself whether it's an exaggeration."

Yang Jian released Liu Fengqingyue from his embrace, and as he got out of bed, he casually tapped the wooden table beside the bed. A small, round hole appeared on the sturdy sandalwood table. The edge of the hole was smooth, and its size was just right for inserting a piercing rod. Yang Jian had already absorbed the skills of all the female disciples of the Moon Palace, and his internal energy cultivation had reached a state of perfection, far from the gaunt, weak old man he appeared to be.

Even as Emperor, he couldn't escape the temptation of novelty. Now, with his old flame still untouched, Yang Jian was already impatient. A surge of jealousy welled up in Liu Fengqingyue's heart, but she dared not show it. Yang Jian's casual slap was a warning to her for her momentary lapse in concentration. If Yang Jian knew what she had been thinking, he would probably have punched a hole in her forehead. Having had ninety percent of her power drained, she was no match for Yang Jian, who was now a top-tier master of internal energy.

"Qingyue, accompany me to protect the emperor." Hearing Yang Jian's order, Liufeng Qingyue quickly put on the nearly transparent, flowing veil. She was going to see women, so Liufeng Qingyue didn't care about being exposed. More importantly, this veil would better showcase her proud, full breasts, making her slender waist appear even more delicate and proportionate, highlighting her breathtaking beauty.

Standing gracefully at the bow of the boat, Yun Qingyanyue, the Palace Mistress of the Misty Palace, and the childlike young elder, Fairy Xiaoyao Yu Fuping, were surprised to see Liu Fengqingyue, the Palace Mistress of the Southern Moon Palace, appear in such a provocative outfit. None of the ten Moon Palace elders who usually accompanied her were present; she was now all alone, completely lacking the dignity of a Palace Mistress. Nangong Yumeng, the steward of the Misty Palace, even laughed out loud. Yun Qingyanyue couldn't help but slightly rebuke him, and Yumeng quickly lowered her head.

"Yun Qingyanyue, Palace Mistress of the Misty Palace, greets Your Majesty." Yun Qingyanyue wore a milky-white silk gauze robe, which contrasted beautifully with Liu Fengqingyue's flowing veil. Beneath the thin veil lay her graceful and slender figure; her high, proud breasts, slender waist, full, rounded hips, and long, fair legs couldn't conceal her unusually fiery physique. Her skin was fair and delicate, her black hair glossy and flowing naturally to her rounded hips, further accentuating her elegant demeanor. Yun Qingyanyue possessed delicate, arched eyebrows and a graceful figure, her beautiful eyes exuding a dignified and noble air. Yun Qingyanyue was in no way inferior to Liu Fengqingyue; her graceful kneeling pleased Yang Jian greatly, the implication being that he could do as he pleased.

"Rise. Bring the flower boat to the shore." Yang Jian waved his hand, glancing at the palace maids on the flower boat, each one possessing a beauty that rivaled even the Moon Palace maids. How could he not be overjoyed at such a delightful surprise?

Seeing Yang Jian's gaze fall on Yun Qingyanyue, Liu Fengqingyue, sensing his neglect, felt a little resentful, but quickly resigned herself to it. The stunningly beautiful maiden, the ethereal fairy Duanmu Xiuyun, was restrained, her body manipulated and defiled by the old, immoral emperor. Even after their virginity was destroyed and blood stained her skin, and even after numerous acts of lovemaking, the lustful emperor didn't inquire about the beauty's name. It wasn't until Yang Jian presented her with the list of those to be buried alive that she, in a fit of pique, wrote her own name on the list: Duanmu Xiuyun. Now, the ethereal fairy Duanmu Xiuyun has been impaled by Yang Jian himself. She wriths and groans on the piercing rod, eyes closed, awaiting death without complaint. It's lamentable that her beauty and fame will soon be nothing more than fleeting smoke in Yang Jian's eyes. The moon palace women, with their unparalleled beauty, are nothing but weeds in Emperor Yang Jian's eyes. Their painstakingly cultivated inner strength is absorbed by him, yet they willingly and wholeheartedly accept their impalement. Don't be fooled by the current power of the ethereal palace; with a master of destructive arts like Yang Jian present, it's only a matter of time before it follows in the footsteps of the moon palace.

Only when the pleasure boat reached the shore did Yun Qingyanyue, who had been kneeling at the bow, rise and gracefully disembark. Yang Jian saw Nangong Yumeng, the steward of Piaomiao Palace, following behind Yun Qingyanyue, and recognized her as the messenger who had delivered the letter the previous night. Recalling the gentleness of playing with her delicate hands, he couldn't help but smile slightly at her, and Yumeng's thin-skinned face immediately flushed red.

Yun Qingyanyue knelt before Yang Jian again, explained her purpose, and presented him with the roster of all the palace maids of Piaomiao Palace. Yang Jian was overjoyed to see that the number of palace maids in Piaomiao Palace far exceeded that of the Moon Palace, and upon hearing Yun Qingyanyue say that the palace maids' beauty and internal strength were no less than those of the Moon Palace.

"I still need to linger in the Moon Palace for a few more days. You may rest here for now; most of the Moon Palace's houses and pavilions are currently empty. Only after all the Moon Palace women have passed away and been placed in the dragon boat for refrigeration can I depart." Yang Jian issued his orders as if he were already the master of the Moon Palace, yet Liu Fengqingyue, the palace maid of Nanhua Moon Palace, showed no sign of resentment.

Just as the female official was about to lead the way to the island, Yun Qingyanyue knelt before Yang Jian again.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to board the dragon boat and catch a glimpse of the Moon Palace female disciples after their piercing and refrigeration. For this will also be the final resting place for all of Piaomiao Palace. I humbly request Your Majesty's permission."

Yang Jian, in high spirits, was exceptionally magnanimous. This dragon boat refrigeration was only for transporting female officials and palace maids who had pierced and executed beauties; even Liu Fengqingyue, the palace maid of Nanhua Moon Palace, had never had the opportunity to enter. Now, however, he readily agreed.

Clad only in a milky-white silk robe, Yun Qingyanyue sneezed as soon as she stepped into the dragon boat's ice storage room, covering her nose with her delicate hand. Despite using her internal energy to resist the urge, goosebumps immediately rose on her fair and delicate skin. Liu Fengqingyue, who had only managed to enter by chance thanks to Yun Qingyanyue, had had over ninety percent of her painstakingly cultivated internal energy absorbed by Yang Jian. Now, she was even more wretched. Unable to bear the cold created by the thousand-year-old ice in the cabin, she shivered uncontrollably, looking even worse than Fuping and Yumeng. How could this be the dignified Palace Mistress of the Nanhua Moon Palace?

Fortunately, everyone's attention was drawn to the neatly piled-up white, naked corpses, preventing Liu Fengqingyue from becoming too embarrassed. Because Yang Jian planned to tour the seven seas for several months, and perhaps, when the mood struck, even indulge in the pleasures of the beautiful corpses stored in the icehouse, all the women in the Moon Palace were pierced from behind. The Moon Palace women, impaled on the piercing rods, shamefully spread their two fair thighs wide, displaying their most intimate parts to everyone. If they were still conscious, wouldn't they be blushing with shame? Yet, at this moment, their faces were fair, their hair streaked with gray, their expressions serene, their long necks arched as they were pierced by the rods. Although the piercing rods filling their mouths slightly distorted their beautiful faces, their voluptuous bodies, surrounding the rods, perfectly showcased their exquisite feminine curves. Although they sat for several days after the piercings before finally finding relief, the glistening dew that flowed down the rods and formed shimmering crystals indicated that their youthful bodies remained in a state of boundless throbbing until their final breath.

Yang Jian's sea voyage yielded a rich harvest; the live-pierced Moon Palace women were merely a part of his collection. Each pile of naked corpses contained twenty-five exquisite bodies arranged in five rows and five columns, a continuous stream of such piles visible throughout the ship's hold. Each young woman had a small card with her personal information—her identification—attached to the piercing rod protruding from her cherry lips. The labels hanging above the piles revealed the names of several renowned Jade Maiden sects from the East China Sea: Qionghua Palace, Jade Maiden Palace, Immortal Moon Palace, Divine Jade Palace, and Rainbow Palace—clearly indicating their annihilation. Some piles bore multiple labels, suggesting the corpses originated from women from various sects.

What was even more eye-catching were the numerous, shapeless piles of corpse parts: some were long, slender, white legs like segments of lotus root; others were delicate upper limbs with slender, jade-like hands, like sculpted jade; still others were heads with varying faces and flowing hair trailing behind them; still others were breasts of different shapes and sizes, like steamed buns; and still others were jade clams with varying shades and densities of hair, their winding crevices alluring and enough to make any young woman blush. These corpse parts shared a common feature: they were taken from different parts of different young women. Some had lost their virginity due to different circumstances before Yang Jian's visit; others had not met the requirements for being buried with him in the imperial mausoleum because of their looks or figures; still others had not won Yang Jian's favor during intercourse, thus losing the right to be pierced alive. Yet, their most prized and outstanding parts were chosen, offering some solace to their dejected souls. This was also a necessary measure due to the limited capacity of the dragon boat's ice storage. How could anyone imagine that Yang Jian, in his sixties, could enjoy himself with hundreds of young women possessing superb internal energy, all because he absorbed their painstakingly cultivated internal energy?

There were already six piles of naked corpses bearing the Moon Palace label, and the last pile of naked female corpses continued to accumulate. Elder Zhan Pingting of the Moon Palace was prominently displayed on the top layer of the pile labeled Moon Palace Number One. Although her breasts were large and full, they weren't particularly noticeable in the vast sea of white flesh. Furthermore, the piercing rod had forced her mouth open, distorting her delicate face. If Yun Qing Yanyue hadn't noticed the card hanging on the piercing rod, she almost wouldn't have recognized her old adversary from her past life.

This was the first time Yun Qing Yanyue had seen Elder Zhan Pingting's naked body, and for a moment, she couldn't reconcile the image of the valiant and powerful woman she had previously encountered. The now-formidable Elder Qin, Zhan Pingting, had lost all her former heroic spirit. She lay sprawled out, head tilted back, eyes half-closed, long eyelashes frosted with white. Her full breasts remained high and firm, and the jade-like vulva exposed between her spread legs still bore a touch of crimson. Beneath her lay her personal maid, in the same posture. Her identity as Elder Qin of the Moon Palace was now meaningless; they shared the common identity of being funerary offerings in Emperor Yang Jian's imperial tomb.

Elder Qin's full breasts were round and bold, the two agate nipples still tinged with an intoxicating red, the bite marks on the crimson tips clearly visible. Needless to say, this was the masterpiece left by Yang Jian's wanton debauchery. Yun Qingyanyue couldn't help but reach out to touch them, only to find them icy cold to the touch; the once elastic breasts had turned into icy lumps. Elder Qin, Zhan Pingting, was now completely lifeless and stiff, even the jade shell between her wide-open legs had lost all elasticity. Looking at Elder Qin's current state, it was clear that Yang Jian, with his many beautiful women waiting to be enjoyed, had no chance of taking her.

"Don't insult her!" Seeing Yun Qingyan Yue reach out to touch Elder Qin's naked corpse, Liu Feng Qingyue, the Palace Master of the Moon Palace, cried out in alarm and made a move to pounce, but her trembling voice lacked its former authority, and her figure was no longer as graceful.

"No!" Yun Qingyan Yue smiled charmingly, her smiling face showing no malice whatsoever.

"You!"

Liu Feng Qingyue was momentarily embarrassed, while Yang Jian smiled as he looked at the neatly piled-up, white, naked corpses in the Dragon Boat Ice Storage, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Your Majesty! A new concubine has arrived, perfectly fit to take my place in serving you. I beg Your Majesty to pierce me immediately, so that I may fulfill my wish to reunite with the Moon Palace disciples and be buried together in the imperial mausoleum."

Liu Feng Qingyue knelt gracefully before Yang Jian, her curvaceous figure accentuated by her beautiful neck and snow-white skin. Though slightly weary, she remained alluring and captivating. She was quite adept at seduction; after two days and nights, her beautiful body held no mystery for Yang Jian. Moreover, he had drained her of all her essence, making her execution by piercing a foregone conclusion. If Yang Jian hadn't been so enamored with her beauty and profound inner strength, and more importantly, if he hadn't needed her to guide him to the Misty Palace, he wouldn't have kept her alive until now. The original plan was for Liu Feng Qingyue to be immediately pierced and killed after Yang Jian deflowered her, before Piaomiao Fairy Duanmu Xiuyun. However, the sudden appearance of Nangong Yumeng, the steward of Piaomiao Palace, disrupted the plan. Now, her beauty has faded and her inner strength exhausted, and with Piaomiao Palace Master Yun Qingyanyue personally welcoming the Emperor, her existence is meaningless to Yang Jian. Her initiative not only saves Yang Jian face but also demonstrates her magnanimity as the Moon Palace Master. If Yang Jian were to order the palace maids to pierce and kill her, she would have no further opportunity to be close to him.

Liu Feng Qingyue knows that the fickle Yang Jian immediately pierces the Moon Palace beauties he tires of, and many Moon Palace beauties are pierced and killed after only one encounter, their virginity remaining even after piercing. Most of them only have one chance to be favored.

Even though Yang Jian, who treated beauties like dirt, had the opportunity to sleep with the ten most beautiful elders of the Moon Palace, it's lamentable that they were all executed by piercing the day after their encounters. What's truly heartbreaking is that none of them were slept with more than five times. Among them, the eight elders, including Elder Qin (Zhan Pingting) and Elder Yu (Lin Daiyu), were particularly pitiful, being slept with only once, just like their maids. Yun Chang's husband, Sun Liuyun, was slightly luckier, being slept with three times, but the last time, like Murong Yanxia (the Rainbow Sword), it was on the piercing pole. Murong Yanxia, known as the most alluring woman in the Moon Palace, also couldn't escape the fate of being pierced the day after her encounters. Including her piercing, she was slept with five times in total, the most among the ten elders of the Moon Palace. Strictly speaking, Murong Yanxia's number of times she was favored can only be four and a half. The half-time instance occurred when Yang Jian was piercing her, the tip of the piercing rod reaching her stomach. Stimulated by Murong Yanxia's seductive manner during the piercing, Yang Jian, showing no mercy, parted her delicate red lips, forced open her pearly white teeth, and thrust his burning weapon deep into her throat. Liu Feng Qingyue, her face flushed, embraced the enthusiastic Yang Jian. She couldn't bear to let Murong Yanxia endure the torture of piercing while simultaneously satisfying Yang Jian's lust, and volunteered to serve him in her place; therefore, it only counts as half a time.

Whether fortunate or unfortunate, the ethereal fairy Duanmu Xiuyun came to borrow the Moon Palace's treasured Seven-Colored Moon Melody Zither to celebrate her master's birthday. While playing the zither by the pond, she encountered Yang Jian and naturally couldn't escape his clutches, ending up with a bloodied flower stem. Her pure inner strength also benefited Yang Jian. Her stunning beauty and curvaceous figure had attracted Yang Jian's favor four times, second only to Murong Yanxia's once. Moreover, Yang Jian himself had pierced her, which was enough to console Duanmu Xiuyun.

"My beloved consort, do not worry. I will pierce you as soon as I return, and personally serve you in the 'sitting position'." Yang Jian was overjoyed; he was still gentle towards women willing to die for him. "Your Majesty, I accept your

decree and thank you for your great favor!" Kneeling, Liu Feng Qingyue's eyes welled with tears. She knew that the price for a Moon Palace disciple to achieve enlightenment was the complete destruction of their painstakingly built century-old foundation.

The doors of the Dragon Boat Ice Storage opened, and female officials and palace maids carried in another batch of Moon Palace disciples who had just died. Liu Feng Qingyue watched with concern as they were carefully placed on the sixth pile of naked corpses, which bore the Moon Palace's label. The former elders had lost their privileged status. Liu Feng Qingyue found several elders mixed in with the other piles of naked corpses; they were placed in different positions within the piles. The arrangement was entirely based on the order in which they were brought into the Dragon Boat Ice Storage; their former prominence had not brought them any final care.

Liu Feng Qingyue knew that when she returned, it would be the same. She wanted to see her sisters, with whom she had shared so much, one last time. Finally, on the sixth pile of naked corpses, she found Sun Liuyun, the husband of Yun Chang, whom Yang Jian had violated on the piercing pole. Her naked body, impaled on the pole, was buried deep within the pile of corpses; it was difficult to spot her without careful examination. Gongsun Liuyun's death wouldn't have been long, as her body wasn't completely frozen solid, and her rounded breasts still retained some elasticity. Coincidentally, Elder Yu Lin Daiyu's position on the fifth pile of naked corpses was directly opposite Gongsun Liuyun's, both situated on the edge of the pile, with Moon Palace female disciples in close contact with them.

"How many Moon Palace disciples are still sitting on the stake?" Yang Jian asked with a smile, stroking his beard, his hand already groping Nangong Yumeng, who had fled in disarray last time.

"Your Majesty, those still sitting on the stake include Elder Caixia Sword Murong Yanxia, Fairy Piaomiao Duanmu Xiuyun, and eighteen other Moon Palace disciples. Judging from their condition, it is estimated that most of them will die today and be moved to the Dragon Boat Ice Storage; the last to survive will likely not make it past tomorrow evening,"

a female official carefully reported, flipping through the list of those to be buried alive.

"Murong Yanxia, Duanmu Xiuyun, these two women were both personally impaled by me the other day. Hehe, they are both rare beauties. Let's return to the palace!" Yang Jian laughed heartily, seemingly savoring the pleasure of impaling beauties.

Female officials and maids arranged accommodations for Yun Qingyanyue, the mistress of the Misty Palace, and her entourage. The dignified Moon Palace of Nan Yuehua had been usurped, yet Liu Feng Qingyue felt no resentment. Everything from the past was now just a fleeting memory, and Liu Feng Qingyue felt a sense of indifference.

The morning sunlight filtered through the lush Qionghua trees, illuminating the empty execution ground where all the Moon Palace beauties had been impaled. On the execution ground in the forest, seven impaling platforms were spread out like swallow wings, and kneeling on one of them, enduring the impalement, was Liu Feng Qingyue, the Moon Palace of Nan Yuehua. Yang Jian had specially prepared an impaling pole carved with Qionghua flowers for her, a request made by Liu Feng Qingyue herself. Completely naked, Liu Feng Qingyue knelt obediently on the piercing table. Yang Jian, chuckling, held the piercing rod in his right hand and deftly parted her round, white buttocks with his left, beginning to insert the sharp tip of the rod into her tender anus. Now, this exquisitely crafted, deadly weapon had penetrated her rear, and Yang Jian manipulated the rod, pushing it forward with all his might. The sensation of the thick rod drilling into her body was naturally excruciating; even a heroine like Liu Feng Qingyue, the Palace Master of Nanhua Moon Palace, couldn't help but be drenched in sweat and her brows furrowed.

"Almost done, almost done, just a little longer..." Liu Feng Qingyue comforted herself, beads of sweat constantly dripping from her pretty face. Ever since Yang Jian ordered the execution of the women in the Moon Palace, Liu Feng Qingyue had been sending her sisters off in this Qionghua Forest. For the past month, she had watched intently as her sisters calmly undressed and faced death one by one. Each time, it always began with a beautifully crafted piercing rod inserted straight into their almost perfect anuses, then the rod would slowly penetrate their bodies, and finally, the tip would emerge inch by inch from their mouths. This entire process had been repeated countless times before Liu Feng Qingyue's eyes, except that today, it was she, the esteemed Palace Mistress, who was being executed.

Liu Feng Qingyue firmly supported herself on the ground with her two slender hands, tilting her head back and arching her back, keeping her anus and mouth parallel, motionless. She knew this was the optimal position for the piercing, a position that would facilitate Yang Jian's operation. For Yang Jian, who had a penchant for impaling beautiful women, each impalement was a fresh experience because every woman's body was different. His goal was for each impalement to be perfectly successful. Currently, Yang Jian was focused on impaling Liu Feng Qingyue, the palace maid of Nanhua Moon Palace. Her successful impalement would signify the annihilation of the Moon Palace.

Watching the execution from the sidelines, Yun Qing Yanyue, the palace master of Piaomiao Palace, along with the young elder Yu Fuping and the Piaomiao Palace steward Nangong Yumeng, exchanged bewildered glances. Liu Feng Qingyue, kneeling on the platform enduring the impalement, had already full breasts that appeared even firmer and rounder due to the deliberate curvature of her chest, greatly highlighting her alluring figure and making her appear exceptionally beautiful and delicate. Feeling the burning gaze Yang Jian was giving Liu Feng Qingyue, Yun Qing Yanyue felt a surge of excitement and confusion.

Liu Feng Qingyue's plump, fair body trembled clearly as she endured unspeakable pain, yet willingly, her beautiful eyes filled with deep affection as she gazed at Yang Jian. The piercing rod, having carved a bloody, mangled passage into her slender body, still protruding from her buttocks, was pushed forward at a steady pace under Yang Jian's control. With Liu Feng Qingyue's uncontrollable, violent trembling, the still-bloodied piercing rod finally emerged slowly from her cherry-like mouth, its blood-stained sharp tip signifying yet another successful puncture. Her voluptuous, curvaceous body writhed and trembled around the piercing rod, her two long, snow-white legs kicking and bending in the air—this sensual and bizarre scene was filled with a deadly allure.

The sense of accomplishment from another successful puncture filled Yang Jian with immense joy. After gently wiping the blood from his lips, he smiled and cupped Liu Feng Qingyue's beautiful face, kissing her forehead lightly. "Qingyue," he said, "I will personally serve you in this position."

Liu Feng Qingyue was clearly deeply moved. Her phoenix eyes filled with tears, she softly murmured an "Mmm" through her delicate nose, her hands responding with fervent passion. She guided Yang Jian's hands to caress and explore her infinitely beautiful body. Although this intensified her physical pain, she felt boundless joy. While kissing Liu Feng Qingyue's cheeks, Yang Jian gently grasped one of her breasts, kneading it tenderly, feeling its firm, full, and smooth texture. His kisses moved down Liu Feng Qingyue's neck, finally landing on her breast, the delicate, scarlet bud fully engulfed in his mouth. His tongue licked and his lips sucked, his lips gently biting and kissing. This unprecedented tenderness made Liu Feng Qingyue, whose first night had been ravaged by Yang Jian, feel incredibly warm. Even her small mouth, still holding the piercing rod, couldn't help but let out a few sweet moans.

Taking advantage of Liu Feng Qingyue's dazed and confused state in her tender dream, Yang Jian carried her to a seating area carefully arranged by the palace maids. It was a white gauze curtain painted with images of virgins being pierced, covered with thick felt carpets. In the center of the soft, comfortable carpet was a low, three-foot square wooden table for kneeling. Yang Jian gently patted the table with one hand—a trick he had used many times before. A small, round hole appeared on the sandalwood table. The hole was perfectly round, with a smooth cut, and its size was just right for inserting the piercing rod. When Yang Jian inserted the end of the piercing rod, still protruding from Liu Yun's buttocks, into the round hole in the wooden table, he finally startled Liu Feng Qingyue. She gave Yang Jian a coquettish glare, but still obediently curled up her slender legs to facilitate Yang Jian's actions.

A moment later, Liu Feng Qingyue's exquisitely beautiful, completely naked body was kneeling upright on the wooden table. Although the piercing rod protruding from her mouth and her head tilted back slightly marred her dignified appearance, this posture was exactly what Yang Jian loved most. Anyone who had witnessed a virtuous woman being impaled and buried alive would be astonished by how perfect Liu Feng Qingyue's posture was at this moment. For Liu Feng Qingyue, who was being impaled by Yang Jian, the meaning of her life now was only to allow Yang Jian to fully enjoy her poignant performance of writhing and struggling on the piercing rod. As for her young and beautiful life, it had already ended the moment the impalement began. Because the piercing rod carved with jade flowers would cause too much damage to Liu Feng Qingyue's delicate body, if there were no accidents, Liu Feng Qingyue, who had lost all her power, would not sit in this position for too long until she breathed her last.

Beside Liu Feng Qingyue lay the listless, lifeless figures of Cai Xia Jian Murong Yanxia and Piaomiao Xianzi Duanmu Xiuyun, who had been sitting in their positions for days, eyes closed, seemingly awaiting death. At this moment, Murong Yanxia and Duanmu Xiuyun had lost all their former heroic bearing; only their slightly heaving chests proved they still clung to life. One after another, the Moon Palace beauties who had died were carried away, and the number of Moon Palace female disciples still struggling to survive within the white gauze curtains dwindled. It seemed the female official's report was accurate; based on her experience of skillfully piercing the garments of many beauties, she could now judge the situation with a high degree of accuracy.

The fickle Yang Jian's attention had now shifted to the Piaomiao Palace Master Yun Qing Yanyue, the Junior Elder Xiaoyao Xianzi Yu Fuping, and the Piaomiao Palace Steward Nangong Yumeng, who were observing the executions. As the palace mistress, Yun Qingyanyue was naturally not to be the first to act, and the carefree fairy Yu Fuping, with her elder status, was also not to be touched. Therefore, Nangong Yumeng, as a steward, was the first to fall into Yang Jian's clutches. Liufeng Qingyue, her delicate body pierced by a piercing rod, unable to speak or move, still yearned for Yang Jian to grant her one last favor, as he had with Gongsun Liuyun, Murong Yanxia, and Duanmu Xiuyun. Witnessing this scene, she was overcome with despair, her blood rushing to her head, and she fainted. Yang Jian, however, was completely oblivious. He eagerly swept the blushing Yumeng, allowing himself to be taken advantage of, and headed straight for the palace maid Liufeng Qingyue of Nanhua Moon Palace, offering herself to Yang Jian in his bridal chamber—undoubtedly to pluck her virginity. Yun Qingyanyue gestured for her maids to follow her. Although Liu Fengqingyue hadn't died, the Moon Palace was destroyed, and the Misty Palace naturally took over the responsibility of serving Yang Jian.

Leaving aside the fact that the Misty Palace's usurped elder, the carefree fairy Yu Fuping, finally saw the true form of the Moon Palace's treasure, the Seven-Colored Moon Melody Zither, and achieved her wish, let's talk about the twenty-odd personal maids Yun Qingyanyue brought, along with the steward Nangong Yumeng, who spent a full day and night with Yang Jian, leaving behind only scattered petals and the loss of virginity, which greatly pleased Yang Jian. Like the women of the Moon Palace, the twenty-odd personal maids and the steward Nangong Yumeng had their precious virginity and painstakingly cultivated pure energy extracted by Yang Jian to prolong his life, yet they were all happy and willing. If Yang Jian hadn't intentionally spared their lives, they would have been immediately executed.

Yun Qingyanyue, mindful of her status and anticipating Yang Jian's lust for the beauties, waited until noon the next day before going to pay her respects to Emperor Yang Jian. The young elder, Yu Fuping, caressed the Moon Palace's treasured Seven-Colored Moon Melody Zither, cherishing it dearly; she wouldn't have gotten up if she weren't there to see the emperor.

Although the sun was high in the sky, Yang Jian, still without even wearing underwear, was enthusiastically exploring the fragrant, shapely buttocks of the beauties, leaving Yun Qingyanyue and Yu Fuping, who had come to greet him, dumbfounded. Although Yang Jian was old, having absorbed the virgin essence and pure power of the women of the Moon Palace, he was still fiercely powerful and invincible, leaving the women of the Misty Palace he had brought sprawled and disheveled, until the beauties begged for mercy. The lewd sounds and obscene words that emanated from the palace made Yun Qingyanyue and Yu Fuping blush crimson, too ashamed to lift their heads.

After a long while, Yun Qingyanyue and Yu Fuping knelt gracefully, their jade lips parting slightly in a soft, reproachful

tone, and said, "Your Majesty..." Their melodious voices waking Yang Jian from his reverie. Being disturbed while he was enjoying himself naturally turned his mood from sunny to cloudy. Although he saw that it was Yun Qingyanyue, the Palace Master of the Misty Palace, and the young elder, the carefree fairy Yu Fuping, who had come to pay their respects to the Emperor, he still sulked and let out a huff.

"Your Majesty," Yun Qingyanyue said, "on my way to pay my respects, I saw that the gauze curtains used as the piercing posts were all empty. It seems that all the women of the Moon Palace have perished and been stored in the dragon boat's ice storage. I never imagined that Liu Fengqingyue, the powerful and skilled heroine of the Moon Palace of Nanhua, would be so pathetic, unable to even endure a day on the piercing post. She is even worse than her subordinates." Yun Qingyanyue's tone was gentle, yet it carried a hint of disrespect towards her former rival, Liu

Fengqingyue. "Hmm?" Yang Jian was quite surprised to hear this. Liu Fengqingyue had left much too quickly. However, Yang Jian quickly understood the reason. Liu Fengqingyue had prepared a piercing post carved with jade flowers for herself. Although the jade flowers covering the post were beautiful and exquisite, they were as sharp as blades. The price of beauty was not only that she had to endure exponentially more pain during the piercing, but also that her internal organs would be severely damaged. Although Liu Feng Qingyue was the last to be pierced, her internal organ damage was the most severe. Coupled with the complete loss of her internal energy and the extreme psychological disappointment of not receiving favor after the piercing, it's understandable that she sat in the stamina for the shortest time. Similarly, the piercing poles chosen by Cai Xia Jian Murong Yanxia, Piao Miao Xianzi Duanmu Xiuyun, and their personal maids also suffered severe internal organ damage due to their intricately carved patterns; therefore, it's not surprising that they could endure the stamina for a relatively short time.

"No, no, Qingyue truly deserves to be called my beloved concubine. Knowing that I wished to move to Piaomiao Palace and fear it would delay my journey, she took her own life early. She is truly a chaste and virtuous woman, and she will certainly be by my side when she is buried in the imperial mausoleum. Yesterday, when Qingyue was pierced, although Murong Yanxia of the Rainbow Sword and Duanmu Xiuyun of the Piaomiao Fairy were weak, they were still conscious and had the same intention, which is truly worthy of my affection. Therefore, they will surely be treated well by me. Issue the decree: move to Piaomiao Palace this afternoon!" Yang Jian would not reveal the real reason why Liufeng Qingyue had taken her own life early, but these flattering words made Yun Qingyanyue and Yu Fuping feel particularly pleased. If Liufeng Qingyue, the palace lady of Nanhua Moon Palace, Murong Yanxia of the Rainbow Sword, and Duanmu Xiuyun of the Piaomiao Fairy were alive in heaven and heard these words, wouldn't they be overjoyed?

The dragon boat and flower boats sailed in a grand procession, bathed in the golden afterglow of the setting sun, and slowly approached the shore. The sky was ablaze with rosy clouds. Yu Meng, her face flushed with shyness, was embraced by Yang Jian. Yun Qingyanyue, Yu Fuping, and more than twenty personal maids surrounded her, and the Misty Palace was filled with a sea of joy.

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