Wandering Through the Heavens 1-2

Chapter 1: The Transmigrator

In Dali City, night had fallen. Except for a few wealthy families, most people were asleep. In this
era with little nightlife, sleep was one of the most effective ways to pass the time.

The Gao family mansion in the west of the city remained brightly lit, with huge white candles illuminating the main hall like daytime.
The price of a single candle was equivalent to a month's income for an ordinary person, but for the Gao family, second only to the Duan family in Dali, it was
nothing.

At the head of the main hall, two middle-aged men in fine clothes sat facing each other. "Brother Gao,
what do you think of what happened last time?" asked a middle-aged man in a silver robe with a slightly effeminate face, sitting below. "

We've known each other for a long time, so this matter shouldn't be a problem. However, Lan'er's status is special, and we
can't force her if she doesn't agree. How about we marry Xiu'er to your son? Would you be satisfied, brother?" said a middle-aged man in purple robes with a refined air
. "I'm honored

by Brother Gao's kindness; I couldn't ask for more, haha." "Come, Brother Gao, let me offer you a toast."

The man in purple is named Gao Taiming, the head of the Gao family. Several years ago, the previous head of the family supported the current emperor, Duan Zhengchun
, to the throne, and Gao Taiming holds the official position

of Prime Minister of Dali, though his actual power still subtly surpasses that of the Duan family. The man in silver is named Yang Ming, the head of the Yang family. A hundred years ago, the Gao, Duan, and Yang families were all powerful clans. For
generations, they fought openly and covertly for the Dali throne, ultimately resulting in the Yang family's defeat. They lost the strength to compete with the Gao and Duan families and completely
withdrew from the historical stage. However, influenced by Buddhism, most of the losers went to Tianlong Temple to become monks, which prevented the Yang
family from being completely purged, allowing them to retain some power in Dali. This was
a rare ecological form in the ancient political struggles of "you die, I say."

Now, the open struggle between the three families is history, and the various tribes of Dali are relatively stable. Against the backdrop of the flourishing of Buddhism
, the Duan and Gao families have begun a political game of "you be emperor, I rule," while the Yang family uses marriage alliances
to seek benefits between the two families.

Yang Ming had come to propose marriage for his eldest son. As long as it was the eldest daughter of the Gao family, her identity was irrelevant; his
son had only been attracted to her beauty and had set his sights on her. He knew, however, that this girl had been
groomed by her family from childhood to become empress. While her looks and temperament were outstanding, her martial arts skills and cunning were also exceptional. If it weren't for the Gao family's political
shift, she would undoubtedly have married the current prince. If she were to marry into the Yang family, Yang Ming would question the Gao family's
motives.

Though he thought this, he said aloud, "I didn't see my niece Ruolan at your residence today. May I ask?"

Yang Ming's question wasn't abrupt. Given the current relationship between the Gao and Yang families, it was customary for the heads of the families to invite their important younger relatives to pay their respects during visits—
it was a matter of etiquette. Today, all the younger direct descendants of the Gao family
were present, except for their eldest daughter, Gao Ruolan. "

My daughter has recently made some progress in her martial arts practice and has been in seclusion these past few days seeking a breakthrough, so she couldn't come. Please forgive her, my dear brother."
Gao Taiming spoke calmly, but his face betrayed his smugness; given his composure, it was clear he was very pleased.

Yang Ming, however, was utterly shocked. "If I remember correctly," he said, "your daughter is only sixteen. Just a month ago, she mastered the Gao Family Sword Technique
to the eighth form, and now she's about to break through! This is truly... truly..." He couldn't find the words to continue.

It's no wonder Yang Ming was surprised. The Gao family's dominance in Dali relied on their ancestral Gao Family Sword Technique and Gao Family Inner
Strength Method. While the names sounded rustic, their power surpassed that of the Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill and Six-Meridian Divine Sword. The
Gao Family Sword Technique consisted of only twelve forms, each requiring corresponding internal energy cultivation. Gao Taiming was
the top expert of his generation, and reaching the eleventh form at nearly forty was already a genius.

Gao Ruolan, at only fourteen, had already mastered the eighth form and was hailed as the most talented person in the Gao family for centuries.
To break through again within a month was almost mythical. It's well known that cultivating internal energy is extremely difficult. Aside from
a few legendary rare treasures, it can only be achieved through arduous daily practice. Gao Ruolan's mastery of the eighth form had already led
other families to suspect that the Gao family had obtained some kind of secret elixir. However, judging from Gao Taiming's smug expression just now, he
himself was probably surprised. Could there truly be such a rare martial arts genius in this world?

Thinking of his own incompetent juniors, Yang Ming couldn't help but raise his wine cup to Gao Taiming, inwardly sighing
, "God bless the Gao family!"

In the Gao family's backyard, there was a large lake with a radius exceeding three miles. The eldest daughter, Gao Ruolan, cultivated in seclusion on the island in the middle of this lake.
As instructed, only two personal maids brought her meals every morning.

The island in the middle of the lake was very quiet on summer nights; the noise from the main hall couldn't reach it at all. Near the shore of the island
, only the faint sound of water and the occasional chirping of insects could be heard. On the island, a wooden building stood on the second floor
, a faint candlelight emanating from it—this was where Gao Ruolan was in seclusion.

The scene inside was vastly different from what the Gao family patriarch had imagined. The young lady, Gao Ruolan, who should have been quietly cultivating
, was kneeling on the ground, her hands and feet bound together, her snow-white buttocks raised high, her eyes
and mouth gagged with black cloth. A masked man in a Taoist robe stood behind her, brutally penetrating
her tender vulva, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echoing. With each powerful thrust of his thick, long penis, milky-white
vaginal fluid splattered everywhere.

The man's hands were also busy; one hand slapped the young lady's buttocks lightly and heavily, creating
waves of flesh, while the other held a cork, as thick as a forearm, rapidly thrusting it in and out of her anus.
Neither of them spoke; only the rapid slapping sounds and soft breathing created an
eerie, obscene atmosphere within the room.

The intense intercourse lasted for an unknown period of time. With increasingly frequent slapping sounds, the young lady's buttocks
trembled violently, and pale yellow urine and white vaginal fluid gushed out, soaking the soft bed beneath them
. "

Little slut, it's been a month, and your body has become quite sensitive. No wonder you're a young
lady raised by a prestigious family," the man said, patting the buttocks covered in handprints. With a "whoosh," he withdrew his 30-centimeter-long penis.

As his penis was withdrawn, the young lady's lower body lost all support, collapsing limply amidst her own
vaginal fluid and urine, convulsing uncontrollably. "That's not enough. One last move," the man
said, casually untying the cloth binding the young lady's hands. He lifted her up, facing him, and
with a "whoosh," his penis plunged back into her honeypot, reaching her very core.

Unbound, the young lady Gao Ruolan not only didn't resist, but clung to the man like an octopus,
as if he would disappear if she let go. The man, supporting the young lady's buttocks with both hands, didn't
thrust rapidly as before, but instead moved with strange steps, carrying her swiftly around the room,
thrusting into her honeyed orifice with varying depths in rhythm with their movements. At this moment, their actions and even the sounds of their union carried a strange rhythm, not at all
obscene, but rather giving a strange sense of harmony. A knowledgeable martial artist would recognize
this as a superior form of dual cultivation.

Their practice lasted an hour, until the young lady was flushed and unconscious,
only able to rise and fall on top of the man, supported only by his penis and hands. After completing the final set of steps, the man
sat cross-legged on the ground to regulate his breathing. With the flow of his internal energy, his Taoist robe billowed, eventually culminating
in a long moan from his lips.

The man opened his eyes, a glint of starlight seeming to flash in his dark pupils, but upon seeing the unconscious young lady, his gaze immediately
turned to lust. "

This damn internal energy technique claims to be dual cultivation, but every time I'm the one working myself to the bone, while you little sluts just lie there and
get all the benefits, even passing out from pleasure. I haven't had my fill yet!" the man complained self-deprecatingly.

He pulled the young lady off his penis and tossed her onto the soft couch, arranging her in a doggy-style position. He
yanked the wooden plug out of her anus and forcefully shoved it into her swollen, red vagina. As
the plug was removed, her pink anus contracted, spurting out a large amount of white fluid, mixed with some yellowish-
brown lumps of feces.

The man gripped the young lady's waist and thrust forcefully, his thick, long penis plunging fully into her anus. Then, he
grabbed her hair with both hands, pulling her upper body off the ground, and began to thrust violently. Each
time his penis withdrew, a section of her pink intestines was pulled out.

He continued this relentless thrusting for half an hour, driving the young lady to faint several times. Her vagina was no longer flowing with lustful
fluid. Finally, with a low growl, he released his semen, ejaculating deep inside her. "

You little slut, you're too weak. Next time you break through, find two mature women to serve me. They need to be slim-waisted,
big-breasted, and have big butts. Your flat body just won't satisfy me. Make the arrangements and spread the word.
I'll come over as soon as I'm in Dali." With that, the man lifted his Taoist robe and leaped out of the window, his sleeves billowing as he disappeared
into the distance, his back view incredibly dashing. Inside the room, only Miss Gao remained, lying in her own excrement, her two orifices swollen and everted , a section of pink intestine protruding from

her prolapsed anus , twitching slightly with the afterglow of her orgasm, a little bit of white semen leaking out. 　　Three days later, news spread throughout the Dali aristocratic circles that Miss Gao Ruolan, at only 16 years old, had mastered the ninth form of the Gao family sword technique , causing another wave of screams from young men and women. 　　At dusk, on a mountain ridge outside Longwei Pass in southwest Dali, three burly men dressed in coarse cloth were chatting in the bushes . "The sun is about to set, looks like there's no business today. Who gave us this bad idea to come here? We haven't seen a single lone merchant in three days," the leader muttered, chewing on a blade of grass. 　　The other two men exchanged glances. "Isn't this the place you chose, boss? You said something about how this place is near the pass, and there will always be fat sheep letting their guard down." 　　As the three were idly passing through, a Taoist priest approached from the distance along the official road. The priest was pale-faced and beardless, quite young, carrying a large bundle on his back. He appeared to be unarmed, but his steps were unsteady, and his face was deathly pale, as if he were seriously ill. The three exchanged glances and gripped their swords tightly. 　　As they approached the bushes, the priest's stomach suddenly rumbled . He leaped into another clump of bushes nearby, followed by a rustling sound and a thick, foul stench filling the air. Before the three could react, they fainted. 　　After a moment, the priest jumped out of the bushes, glanced at the three, gave a bitter smile, pinched his nose, and ran away. 　　"After all this time in the transmigration world, this is the first time I've encountered bandits, and it's ended like this! What a disgrace to transmigrators !" Inside an inn in Gannan County, the young Taoist priest looked up at the heavens speechlessly. 　　The Taoist priest's real name was Wang Hao, an ordinary, overweight college student. While shopping, he got caught in a fight and had his head smashed by a strange idol. He then inexplicably transmigrated to this world. 　　This world was supposedly the setting of a martial arts novel called *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, but its background was far more realistic than the novel's. The so-called martial arts world was merely a gathering place for gangs to fight each other. Major sects represented local family or religious power; there was no absolute right or wrong, only a struggle for interests. 　　As for the cultivation technique in his mind, it was called the Yin-Yang Bliss Technique, with only one main purpose: to ascend to immortality through sexual intercourse. The opening introduced the glorious story of the Yellow Emperor's ascension through sexual intercourse, and the technique itself was not obscure. The initial stage simply involved following a fixed pace and rhythm during intercourse to bring the woman to ecstasy. Once true qi is cultivated within the body, the requirements gradually increase. During intercourse, the qi within both partners must circulate within their bodies, completing the cycle 81 times. This cycle cannot be stopped; if forcibly interrupted, the mildest consequence is qi deviation. 　　The most troublesome aspect is that not all women can successfully engage in dual cultivation. Even if successful, Wang Hao may not reap the benefits. Furthermore, the longer the dual cultivation with the same target lasts, the less effective it becomes. Wang Hao hasn't yet found any pattern, only accumulating experience through numerous acts of promiscuity. He believes that the younger and more talented the woman, the higher the success rate. Wang Hao has some speculations about this. 　　This technique is more like a miraculous art that promotes human genetic evolution through yin-yang harmony. After each dual cultivation session, it's not just about increased internal strength, but more about changing a person's physical constitution, or aptitude. In modern terms, it changes their genetic makeup. 　　With this change in physical constitution, there will be side effects within a few days or months, which Wang Hao calls rejection reactions, including but not limited to vomiting, diarrhea, dizziness, etc. Furthermore, this skill is not some evil martial art that supposedly replenishes yang through yin-yang cultivation. In dual cultivation, there is no question of who is dominant and who is submissive; both parties can benefit, and the extent of the benefit is not up to them.

It was a fixed skill, but each time Wang Hao needed to concentrate and circulate his internal energy, while the women always experienced intense pleasure. This was what Wang Hao found
unsatisfactory about the technique; after circulating his energy, he often needed to have sex with them again to be truly satisfied.

What was comforting was that this divine skill possessed the attribute of immortality, with no so-called bottlenecks. All that was needed was
to constantly seek out newer and better women—a technique every man dreamed of.

Wang Hao had been here for over twenty years, but his appearance was only that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old. His fat was long gone
, and although no muscles were bulging, his entire physique exuded a streamlined beauty. He first
roamed the Song Dynasty for a while, gradually using his memory of poetry and his handsome face to infiltrate…
brothels. He sought out women in high-class pleasure quarters for dual cultivation, and after cultivating true qi, he began to venture into the martial world, using
drugs he bought from brothels to prey on so-called female martial arts heroes.

Generally speaking, female warriors in this world can be divided into three types. The first type is rebellious young women from wealthy families or powerful sects
. These women hold neither high nor low status at home, essentially waiting to be betrothed. Influenced by
martial arts legends and having practiced some martial arts, they develop the idea of running away from home.

These girls who plunge headlong into the martial world rarely have a good ending. The lucky ones are found and brought
back by their families in time; the unlucky ones are often cheated out of their money and sexually exploited, eventually being sold to unknown places.

Wang Hao initially targeted such women, seducing them and then sexually assaulting them. If he gained
enough benefits, he would do it multiple times, then run away immediately afterward, never giving them a chance to find him
.

The second type of female warrior is like the eldest daughter of the Gao family. Although they have a reputation for chivalry, they rarely enter the martial world; they are merely figures
created by martial arts figures to curry favor with powerful families and sects. These female warriors were exceptionally talented, beautiful, and skilled in martial arts
. After being heavily trained by their families, they were all shameless and ruthless, adept at both literature and martial arts, and skilled performers, making them
the greatest help to Wang Hao.

Initially, Wang Hao thought that dealing with these women would be difficult afterward, so he wouldn't target them unless the opportunity
arose.

However, after several successes, he discovered that these women were the most pragmatic and intelligent. Due to their
different environments and mindsets, the allure of the Yin-Yang Bliss Technique was far greater than Wang Hao himself had imagined. After experiencing the
benefits of dual cultivation, they would often be one moment being thoroughly exhausted and urinating, and the next immediately
making all sorts of promises to Wang Hao, just to get him to do it with them more often.

Of course, this was without their knowledge of Wang Hao's identity and appearance. If they knew what Wang Hao looked like, they would probably
mobilize all their forces to tie him up in their mansion and treat him like a rare treasure, or force him to reveal the secrets of the technique.

The third type is the traditional female knight-errant in novels. These women are mostly older and highly skilled
in martial arts, with their own stories and independent views on the martial world. They walk their own path under the guise of chivalry
. A characteristic of these women is that they act solely on their own whims, and are extremely ruthless. They might kill
your entire family if they don't like you—something Old Wang wouldn't easily provoke.

After twenty years as a lecherous thief, Wang Hao felt his internal energy was at the world's top level, but his martial
arts skills were only mediocre. He had already slept with most of the well-known and easily accessible female knights in Song, so he
decided to venture out.

His main purpose in coming to Dali this time was to explore Wuliang Mountain, as it was the starting point of the entire Tianlong story, and
some of the most powerful martial arts in the Tianlong world appeared there. Passing through Dali, Wang Hao's encounter with the eldest daughter of the Gao family was merely incidental. Who
knew Gao Ruolan possessed such exceptional talent? Their complementary abilities brought them immense benefits, leading Wang Hao
to stay in Dali for an extra month and engage in dual cultivation with her once more.

As for the conditions he offered Gao Ruolan, Wang Hao only mentioned them casually, mimicking the tone of villains he had read
to mask his true nature as a recluse.

This time, Wang Hao felt his power hadn't improved much, but the rejection reaction was exceptionally strong. Based on past experience,
after this rejection reaction, his aptitude would see a significant improvement. However,
the feeling of squatting in the toilet every day was truly indescribable.

Holding his nose and squatting on the wooden tub, Wang Hao looked at the bundle in front of him, now half its original size, and muttered, "I wonder if
I brought enough toilet paper."

Chapter Two: Langhuan Cave in Wuliang Mountain

"Esteemed benefactor, are you unaware that this is Wuliang Mountain?" At the foot of a certain mountain, Wang Hao, dressed in a tattered monk's
robe and sporting a bald head, was greeting a young man with a sword at his waist. "Master, Wuliang Mountain
is a hundred li to the west," the young man replied respectfully.

Wang Hao: "...Thank you, benefactor."

Although Wang Hao possessed extraordinary internal strength, he was, after all, just a homebody in his previous life, and
couldn't bring himself to kill someone on a whim. After all, he saw himself as a lecherous thief with ideals and ambitions. To avoid trouble, he
changed into monk's attire upon entering Weichu Prefecture. Currently, Dali Kingdom had many tribes, making the martial arts world extremely chaotic.
Numerous sects, large and small, existed, but none were as powerful as Buddhism in Dali. It would
n't be an exaggeration to say that the entire population of Dali believed in Buddhism. Therefore, traveling the martial arts world as a Buddhist disciple would bring many conveniences, and both ordinary people
and martial arts practitioners were generally very respectful. As for his hair, it would grow back.

Wuliang Mountain on the banks of the Lancang River. Towering peaks layered upon each other, with clouds and mist swirling around the summits, truly
the scenery that many considered celestial realms to be. The story of the Eight Legions of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils began here.

However, once inside this primeval forest-like mountain range, most people probably wouldn't have time to appreciate the scenery,
including Wang Hao. The mountains were filled with towering trees and lush vegetation, blocking out the sunlight. Unless one had exceptional eyesight, daytime
visibility wasn't much better than nighttime.

In the dim woods, Wang Hao reached out with his left hand, grabbed a green snake that had sprung from a branch, and casually tossed it
away. Then, with his right hand, he unleashed a powerful palm strike, obliterating a palm-sized spider and sending
a patch of bushes flying. The various venomous insects and snakes were truly annoying Wang Hao. He swore he had never seen
so many snakes and insects in his two lifetimes combined. He appeared to be strolling leisurely, but inside he was terrified.

Wang Hao now deeply regretted refusing the herb gatherer's offer to take him up the mountain, and even the insect-repelling medicine the man had given him.
The smell was so unpleasant that he didn't leave any behind (after all, his nose had been suffering recently). The legendary
scene of releasing internal energy and causing mosquitoes and tigers to flee didn't materialize; at least Wang Hao hadn't reached that legendary standard yet, which
deepened his self-awareness.

Most importantly, although he wouldn't admit to being directionally challenged, he was undeniably lost. He had assumed
the waterfall on the mountain was magnificent and could be seen from a high vantage point, but Wuliang Mountain, or Wuliang Mountain Range,
was truly vast, with peaks nested within peaks. Finding the waterfall was like searching for a marked doll among a pile of Russian nesting dolls
. After climbing over a dozen peaks without finding his destination, Wang Hao swallowed his pride and made an absolutely
correct decision: to descend!

So, at dusk, he stood at the entrance to the Wuliang Sword Sect.

The Wuliang Sword Sect was originally divided into three branches: East, North, and West. The North branch had declined in recent decades, while the East and West branches were
thriving with talent.

The "Wuliang Sword" sect was founded in the Wuliang Mountains of Nanzhao during the Later Tang Dynasty of the Five Dynasties period, with its leader residing in the Sword Lake Palace on Wuliang Mountain.
Since splitting into three sects during the reign of Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty, every five years, disciples from the three sects would compete in sword
duels at the Sword Lake Palace. The winning sect would reside there for five years, with a rematch held in the sixth year. The sect that won three out of five duels was
considered the victor. During these five years, the losers diligently studied to avenge their defeat in the next sword tournament, while the victors
dared not relax.

The Northern Sect won and resided in the Sword Lake Palace forty years ago, but was defeated and forced to leave five years later. Enraged, the sect leader led his disciples
to Shanxi, and thereafter ceased participating in sword duels and ceased communication with the Eastern and Western Sects. For the past thirty-five years, the Eastern
and Western Sects had traded victories. The Eastern Sect had won four times, and the Western Sect twice. In a few days, the seventh duel between the Eastern and Western Sects would
take place.

Having gotten lost earlier, Wang Hao decided to ask a guide for directions.

Near the Wuliang Sword Sect, a disciple in a yellow robe was drenched in sweat, his arm muscles bulging, wielding a large
axe as he diligently chopped down a tree.

Despite the resounding names of martial arts sects, they all need to eat, drink, and relieve themselves. Large sects are somewhat better off,
usually located near bustling cities, with their own land and farms. Smaller sects, barely more than
bandits who rule from the mountains, mostly reside in remote mountainous areas. Everything in daily life must be done by hand.
Chopping wood, fetching water, hunting, growing vegetables—this is reality. In the eyes of most people who interact with the Wuliang Sword Sect
, they are simply tea and medicinal herb merchants.

Where there are people, there are classes. The sect's upper echelons and direct disciples naturally focus on martial arts training, as martial prowess is
the foundation of a sect's existence. The remaining chores were naturally done by strong laborers like the disciples of Huangshan. Most of them didn't have much
talent for martial arts; they would only carry swords and knives to make an appearance when the sect needed them, and do farm work when there was nothing else to do
. These were the so-called "Passerby A."

Passerby A lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt a light breeze, and in a flash,
a masked man in a monk's robe appeared before him. "Esteemed benefactor, may I ask how to find your sect's forbidden area?" the masked man
asked, his hands clasped together, before gently punching the large tree he was chopping down.

Watching the massive tree, as thick as a man's embrace, crash to the ground, Passerby A's Adam's apple bobbed. He pointed south; five
miles away was Sword Lake, his senior brothers had said. A gust of wind flashed before his eyes, and Passerby A instinctively closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the masked man was nowhere to be seen. If it weren't for the massive tree, he would have thought he was
dreaming. As for returning to the sect to report someone attempting to trespass into the forbidden area, considering the masked man's ghostly behavior,
he absolutely wouldn't dare.

Ignoring Passerby A's wild thoughts, Wang Hao, knowing the direction, leaped along the treetops. Within a quarter of an
hour, he heard a rumbling sound in the distance. Following the sound, he leaped several times and arrived at the top of a cliff.

On the opposite cliff, a waterfall, about three zhang wide and a hundred zhang high, cascaded down like a white ribbon,
resembling a pale golden crystal curtain in the twilight sunlight. Even Wang Hao, who had lived two lives, was stunned.
If he hadn't known this was the world of Tianlong, he would have thought he had entered the Water Curtain Cave of Flower Fruit Mountain. As the saying goes:

"Atop Purple Stone Mountain, ten thousand peaks rise, silver waterfalls cascade down in thousands of layers, transforming into rising green smoke, resembling a jade dragon dancing in the night sky."
(A poem by Cheng Yuechuan, a poet of the Qing Dynasty) .

The powerful torrent of water plunges down, flowing into a large lake about a hundred meters wide halfway up the mountain, and then flows downhill from the lake.
Beside the waterfall lies a white boulder, polished smooth as a mirror by the waterfall;

this must be the Boundless Jade Wall. The cliff is about fifty or sixty zhang (approximately 15-16 meters) from the waterfall, a steep precipice in between, an insurmountable chasm for the Wuliang Sword Sect
, but it poses no challenge to Wang Hao. With his current abilities,
he can use any slight incline of the cliff to walk, not to mention the trees and flowers growing on the rock face.

After a little effort, Wang Hao stood on the shore of Sword Lake.

This Sword Lake is located in the middle of a cliff, half inside and half outside. The spray from the waterfall outside blocks the entrance.
From a distance, only the jade dragon-like waterfall and the exposed jade wall can be seen. No wonder the people of the Boundless Sword Sect dare not
come to explore.

Entering this Water Curtain Cave, Wang Hao looked around. The cave was very spacious, several dozen feet high,
and about a mile in circumference. The terrain inside the cave sloped slightly upwards. On the north side of the lake, where sunlight could shine through the water curtain,
various exotic flowers and rare herbs were planted. In any case, Wang Hao's pitiful botanical knowledge was not enough to identify them.

Walking up the slope, several dozen feet from the waterfall, several stone chambers had been carved into the mountainside.
Some of these chambers were carved into the ground, while others were built on the stone walls several feet high. If one's lightness skill was not high enough, one could only
reach them by building wooden ladders.

As dusk approached, Wang Hao wasn't in a hurry to explore the place. He simply sneaked back to the Wuliang Sword Sect, grabbed some food,
found an empty room, and settled in. After all, the entire Wuliang Sword Sect couldn't threaten him.

For over ten days, Wang Hao spent his days searching the cave and his nights looting the Wuliang Sword Sect,
reaping some rewards. The most useful items were the miscellaneous books left behind by Wu Yazi. The cave was practically a giant
library; the stone chambers on the mountain walls were almost overflowing with these books, mostly leather-bound, but some were on bamboo slips. He didn't know
how long it had taken Wu Yazi to collect them. Wang Hao didn't have time to study them all yet; he just picked the ones that interested him and read them once, intending
to memorize them first. A photographic memory was an essential skill for transmigrators, wasn't it?

As for martial arts, a stone chamber labeled as containing martial arts manuals from various schools has been emptied, presumably by Li Qiushui.
However, what's intriguing is that Wang Hao found seven or eight copies of the extraordinary Northern Darkness Divine Art, hiding them half-concealed
in various places, as if afraid no one would find them. Only a fool like Duan Yu would resort to such a desperate measure as kowtowing
to obtain it.

The Northern Darkness Divine Skill states, "Most people practice martial arts from Yunmen to Shaoshang, but our Xiaoyao Sect does the opposite,
starting from Shaoshang and progressing to Yunmen. When the thumb touches another person's, their internal energy enters my body and is stored in acupoints such as Yunmen. However,
if the enemy's internal energy is stronger than mine, it's like seawater overflowing into rivers—extremely dangerous. Be careful, be careful. Our sect's branches haven't grasped
the essential principles; they can only neutralize the enemy's internal energy, but cannot draw it into their own. It's like taking a thousand pieces of gold and then throwing it away—a wasteful squandering of precious resources,
utterly laughable."

In Wang Hao's view, these twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians connect to the five internal organs. After cultivating internal energy, even
without deliberate practice, the internal energy naturally flows orderly within the body, continuously nourishing the five internal organs along the meridians,
strengthening each part of the body, and in turn, widening the meridians to withstand even stronger internal energy.
Because internal energy is similar to blood, if the meridians are weak but the internal energy is excessive, it will tear the meridians apart, thereby destroying the internal
organs. This is what is meant by "exploding the body and dying."

The Beiming Divine Art reverses the flow of internal energy and lacks any related methods for strengthening the internal organs, inevitably damaging the meridians. If
an ordinary person tries this martial art, they won't even be able to pass the hurdle of reversing the flow of internal energy. Only those with naturally strong meridians can
master this skill. As for how high they can reach, it depends entirely on the strength of their innate meridians. However, unless they practice it for a long time,
those who practice it will inevitably suffer from severe meridian damage in their later years, experiencing unbearable pain.

Moreover, looking at the flow diagram of the Beiming Divine Art, it's all drawn on the bodies of naked women. The artist's skill is extremely
high, depicting the women's bodies with exquisite detail, their faces seemingly possessing a captivating allure. Wang Hao
had never seen such seductive erotic paintings in his entire life, not even in brothels.

Wang Hao didn't believe this skill was without its tricks; it looked like an evil art. Wang Hao was particularly interested in the Lingbo
Weibu (凌波微步) and the aforementioned branch of the Huagong Dafa (化工大法), which could neutralize an opponent's internal energy.

The Lingbo Weibu was the most exquisite lightness skill Wang Hao had ever seen, consisting of a set of footwork techniques and a set of internal energy cultivation methods
, which could be practiced separately without affecting each other. While the footwork was exquisite, it was useless to Wang Hao . At his
level, his internal energy moved with his will, making footwork unnecessary. However, the internal energy circulation method greatly enhanced his abilities
.

That night, the moon was bright. Wang Hao had explored the cave quite thoroughly and planned to continue south the next day
to discuss life with the Starry Sky Immortal Ding Chunqiu to resolve his doubts. He didn't bother going to the Wuliang Sword Sect to beg for alms
.

The moon hung high in the sky, the water roared, and moonlight shone through the waterfall onto the lake, creating a breathtaking scene
. However, Wang Hao, who had grown accustomed to such sights over the past few days, was not focused on this.

After searching for over ten days, Wang Hao still couldn't find a place that resembled where Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui slept. It was known that Wu Yazi
and Li Qiushui had lived in the cave for who knows how many years. The sound of the waterfall was like muffled thunder, incessant day and night. Wang Hao
knew that with his cultivation level, he could barely manage to circulate his internal energy; sleeping under such noise was absolutely impossible.

Gradually, the moonlight faded, plunging the cave into darkness. As Wang Hao pondered, he glanced up and noticed a
faint silver light emanating from above the cave. The light was very weak,
emanating from a protruding rock near the cave ceiling. If it weren't for the darkness, it would have been completely invisible.

Wang Hao's spirits lifted. He took a deep breath, activated his Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique), and leaped upwards
. With a few flicks of his sleeves in mid-air, he nimbly leaped onto the cave ceiling like a dragonfly. Behind the rock at the cave ceiling was a cracked
crevice, usually completely invisible from below due to the dim light and the interplay of earth and stone.

The crevice was narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. Looking down, the silver light emanated from within.
Walking upwards along the crevice for several meters, the silver light grew stronger. As Wang Hao emerged from the crevice, his vision
cleared.

Before him lay a stone chamber clearly carved by human hands. The ceiling and walls were polished smooth
, inlaid with gleaming bronze mirrors. A rattan ball adorned with luminous pearls hung in
the center of the chamber like a laser chandelier—this was the source of the silver light. The silver light, refracted by the bronze mirrors at different angles, illuminated
the entire chamber as bright as day. This layout reminded Wang Hao of certain clubs from his previous life.

Wang Hao leaped out of the crevice. The crevice was a crack in the stone wall, seemingly caused by an earthquake or other
reason, not the original entrance to the chamber.

The chamber contained few items: besides the mirrors and the luminous ball, some simple furniture, and only a large stone
bed. Two chains secured each end of the bed to a skeleton. The skeleton was narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, suggesting it belonged to a woman
. There were no traces of clothing on the bones or the bed, except for an object draped over the pelvic area. This object
resembled an erect penis, its scarlet color starkly contrasting against the white skeleton. It was unclear
how long it had been sealed away in this stone chamber.

Wang Hao carefully examined the object, which appeared to be a fake penis, because it had moved slightly earlier
, albeit very slowly, but his sharp eyes had noticed it.

After a moment's thought, Wang Hao fetched a bowl of water from the lake outside and gently poured it over the object. It
swelled rapidly like a leech, instantly transforming into a long, thick, scarlet
penis, still slowly writhing. At this point, Wang Hao was fairly certain that this was an ancient fantasy version of a female
masturbation device, only this one was clearly a bio-technological version. Perhaps it's part of some arrogant ancient god's body.
Who knows? From now on, let's call it the Divine Needle. Having read too many cultivation novels, Wang Hao silently scoffed.

This thing had a rubbery feel in his hand; the outer skin looked smooth, but it was actually quite rough. As for
its specific effects, he'd find out after trying it. After putting away the "Divine Needle," Wang Hao gathered the bones on the bed,
dug a hole by the lake, buried them, and then solemnly recited a section of the Ksitigarbha Sutra, thus giving the woman a
proper burial.

This was a habit Wang Hao had developed. Although he had now become a lecherous thief, Wang Hao's essence remained that of his previous life.
Even though he had witnessed much filth and ugliness in this life, a sliver of goodness remained in his heart.

When he first transmigrated, Wang Hao was filled with fear. At that time, he couldn't comprehend
the wonders of this cultivation technique. Having grown up in a peaceful era, he couldn't imagine life in ancient times. Even in the large city of Kaifeng,
corpses were often left to rot in the streets. Unclaimed bodies were taken away by so-called corpse collectors, either thrown into rivers or abandoned in
the wilderness outside the city, left to be dragged away by crows or wild beasts, becoming skeletons in the wilderness.

Wang Hao was terrified, afraid that one day he would become one of those withered bones in the wilderness. Until one day, he mustered his courage and
buried a beggar's body. He spent a night pondering at the beggar's grave, and the next day, he no longer
feared his life. That night, he let go of some things and gained others. From then on,
Wang Hao always buried any unfortunate souls lying dead in the wilderness, especially after he achieved some mastery of his martial arts.
He even learned the scriptures for deliverance from the monks performing rituals. For Wang Hao now, it was more like a
habit; being young, he had plenty of time.

Wang Hao went back to the stone chamber and searched every nook and cranny behind the bronze mirror, but found nothing.
The original entrance to the stone chamber had long since collapsed, and Wang Hao had no intention of rummaging through it. He collected the
pile of luminous pearls and left this "Langhuan Blessed Land." It seemed that the Xiaoyao Sect had many secrets. Wang Hao planned to first find Wu
Yazi or Ding Chunqiu to "learn" about them, since these two seemed to be a step weaker than Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui
.

Wang Hao leaped onto the cliff of Sword Lake Mountain, wondering who to look for first, when he heard a familiar panting sound not far away.
Driven by a spirit of exploration, the lecherous Wang Hao stealthily crept towards the sound.

At the easternmost tip of the cliff stood a tall tree, several meters high. Wang Hao glanced down and saw two people standing sideways
to him, engaged in what many people considered a primal activity. Wang Hao was slightly taken aback.
He had seen these two women while wandering around the Wuliang Sword Sect, but he never imagined they were having an affair.

The woman looked to be under forty, her hair piled on top of her head, with arched eyebrows and slender eyes. Her slightly weathered face still hinted
at her former beauty, and her full red lips added a touch of sensuality. At this moment, her eyes were filled with desire, her hands resting
on the tree, her buttocks raised, being penetrated by the man behind her. However, their point of contact was
covered by a wide robe, obscuring the view.

This woman was the head of the Western Branch of the Wuliang Sword Sect, surnamed Xin, with the Daoist name Shuangqing.

The man was tall and thin, with half-white hair, and over fifty years old. He was Zuo Zimu, the leader of the Eastern Sect. When Wang Hao first saw him,
he thought he was in poor health, but now he seemed quite vigorous for his age.

The two sects had always been at odds, like brothers who had broken off their friendship. Disciples of the two
sects were always forbidden from seeing each other in private. Who would have thought that the two sect leaders could actually get together? This was truly a scene from the martial arts world.

"Qingmeizi, why have you been avoiding me for the past six months? I miss you so much, Senior Brother." "Hmph, miss me? I'm afraid your
heart has already been bewitched by your female disciples. Before, I could manage for the time it takes for two incense sticks to burn, but ever since you took those two little fox
spirits in, you can't even last half an incense stick. If you continue like this, then we might as well never see each other again," the
nun said, making a spoilsporting remark while being fucked.

Zuo Zimu was provoked by this and grabbed the nun's collar with both hands, pulling it down forcefully. Two mounds of snow-
white soft flesh "fell" down, leaving Wang Hao stunned. Xin Shuangqing was truly well-endowed. Though her breasts were no
longer erect, they drooped like enormous papayas under the influence of gravity, providing a striking visual effect. Xin Shuangqing's
upper body wasn't even bent at a ninety-degree angle, but her two large breasts were already almost down to her knees.

However, Zuo Zimu grabbed her breasts with both hands, pulling them back forcefully while thrusting his lower body forward, until
Xin Shuangqing began to pant.

After about 30 seconds, their bodies paused. Xin Shuangqing turned around, her eyes filled with almost
tangible resentment.

Zuo Zimu felt a chill run down his spine, roared, and with a leap, ran away without looking back…

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