The Smiling, Proud Wanderer 10-15

Chapter Ten: The

Nine Swords of Dugu Huang Rong overheard their conversation. The evil deeds of the Demonic Sect were abhorrent to both gods and men; they would use any despicable means. She couldn't help but worry for Linghu Chong and his wife, but with their intelligence and martial arts skills, they shouldn't let the villains succeed. Thinking this, she felt slightly relieved.

Murong Jian and Liu San Niang exchanged some more trivial words, then jokingly dressed. Huang Rong heard them say they were going to the "Tongfu Inn." After a while, the two finally left. Huang Rong, being cautious, hid in the tree for another quarter of an hour, making sure no one was around before lightly landing on the ground.

Her clothes were sticky and uncomfortable against her skin. Seeing the clear pool of water under the moonlight, Huang Rong couldn't help but jump in. The water was shallow, only reaching her slender waist. She removed her clothes and sat on the pebbles at the bottom, slowly washing her fair and jade-like body. In the stillness of the night, a subtle fragrance wafted through the air. Huang Rong let her flowing hair cascade down her smooth back, the moonlight illuminating her exquisitely sculpted body, making her even more radiant and captivating. She was like the legendary mermaid, occasionally emerging to breathe fresh air in the stillness of the night.

Huang Rong washed thoroughly, feeling refreshed. She climbed ashore, used her internal energy to dry her clothes, and put them on comfortably. She decided to rest there for the night and make further plans at dawn. She saw a smooth blue stone by the water and leaned against it, closing her eyes to rest. The gentle, cool evening breeze felt wonderful against her skin, and Huang Rong gradually became drowsy. Before she knew it, she had fallen into a deep sleep.

When Huang Rong opened her eyes, the sky was already beginning to lighten, and birds were chirping. She shook off the dew, stood up, and breathed in the fresh air, instantly feeling refreshed and invigorated.

She pondered deeply, trying to figure out how to shake off the spies of the Demonic Sect. She had learned some disguise techniques from Huang Yaoshi and still had several human skin masks in her possession. However, she needed to find some clothes to match. With that in mind, she decided to go to the city first and then make further plans.

In less than half an hour, Huang Rong had reached the foot of the mountain. She saw a village not far away and, on a sudden inspiration, flew over. Soon, she arrived at a farmhouse. It was still dark, and the people were still fast asleep. Several pieces of clothing were drying in the yard. Huang Rong leaped into the yard, picked out two loose, coarse cloth men's clothes, grabbed a bamboo hat, placed a silver ingot on the windowsill, and flew away.

Huang Rong arrived at a small riverbank, put on a loose-fitting robe to conceal her graceful figure, and then chose a human skin mask to wear, instantly transforming herself into a middle-aged, sallow-faced man. She tied up her hair, put on a bamboo hat, and looked at her reflection in the river. The mask was exquisitely crafted, without a single flaw, and this appearance would not attract attention in a crowd, which pleased her.

Huang Rong chuckled inwardly, surprised that she had been forced by circumstances to do such petty theft. However, the silver ingot was enough for her aggrieved husband to buy hundreds of such clothes. The thought of being able to travel freely filled her with joy.

Before long, Huang Rong arrived in the city. It was already broad daylight. Remembering that Liu San Niang was going to meet the Mongol envoy, she had an idea. Why not go and see what they were up to? She vaguely remembered that they had mentioned staying at the "Tongfu Inn" last night, so she asked a passerby. The inn was the largest inn in Moling City and was not difficult to find.

In less than fifteen minutes, Huang Rong appeared at the entrance of the "Tongfu Inn." She entered, found a table in a corner, and sat down. Looking up, she saw the inn's grand lobby, spacious and bustling with people enjoying their morning tea. Huang Rong's eyes darted around, and she suddenly spotted Liu San Niang, alone, eating by the window.

Feeling hungry herself, Huang Rong ordered some breakfast, eating while keeping an eye on Liu San Niang. Soon after, Liu San Niang left the inn. Huang Rong quickly paid the bill and followed. She noticed Liu San Niang carrying a bundle on her shoulder, seemingly on a long journey, and Huang Rong carefully lagged behind.

The streets were crowded and noisy, but Liu San Niang seemed unhurried, walking slowly forward. Huang Rong followed for over an hour before seeing her exit through the west gate. Huang Rong followed closely behind; outside the gate lay a suburban area. After following for a while, she saw a carriage parked in the distance. The carriage was quite luxurious. Liu San Niang walked forward, and a handsome young man in brocade robes greeted her.

Some porters sat by the roadside. Huang Rong lowered her straw hat and sat down next to them, pretending to rest, while secretly observing their movements. She saw Liu San Niang and the young man chatting and laughing, occasionally extending her slender hand to pat the young man's chest, exuding charm and captivating the porters. Seeing their drooling expressions, Huang Rong chuckled inwardly, wondering what they would do if they saw the real her.

Soon, Liu San Niang boarded the carriage and entered the carriage. The young man drove himself, and Huang Rong followed after watching the carriage slowly drive away. The carriage wasn't moving fast. Along the way, there were many merchants and peddlers driving their cargo carts, and Huang Rong blended in among them without worrying about being discovered.

Was that young man a Mongol envoy? He didn't seem like it. Could he also be a member of the Demonic Sect? Were they going to see the Mongol envoy together? Huang Rong was very curious. Seeing them heading west, getting closer to Xiangyang, though slower, it wasn't a waste of time to inquire about matters of great importance to the nation.

After traveling for over an hour, Liu Sanniang alighted from the carriage and sat side-by-side with the young man in brocade at the front. The two flirted and seemed very happy. Liu Sanniang occasionally wiped the sweat from the young man's forehead, showing surprising tenderness and care. Huang Rong, watching from the side, saw that she was quite different from her usual licentious self, now acting like a sentimental young girl. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, never expecting this female demon to have such a tender side.

Around noon, the weather became hot, and soon the sun was blazing. The travelers were unbearably thirsty when they suddenly saw a post station ahead. They cheered and filed in. Seeing Liu San Niang and her companion enter the shop, Huang Rong followed. The inn was large, with two floors, presumably catering to travelers. It was midday, and business was booming; there were hardly any empty seats.

Liu San Niang and her companion went up to the second floor, and Huang Rong followed. To avoid attracting attention, she sat in an inconspicuous seat. From this spot, she could easily observe Liu San Niang's location and also see the scene in the first-floor hall through the stairs. She was quite thirsty and ordered a pot of Longjing tea. Although the tea was coarse, it felt like a long-awaited rain after a drought, and she slowly savored it.

The inn was a mixed bag. Huang Rong observed closely and saw that many people carried weapons; some were镖师 (bodyguards/escorts), while others were ordinary martial arts practitioners. Under the blazing sun, no one wanted to leave, and the inn was bustling with noise and activity.

Amidst the commotion, two people entered the shop. Huang Rong, who happened to be looking towards the entrance, saw a strikingly handsome young couple and was momentarily stunned. She thought to herself, "Weren't they supposed to be at Tianshan? What are they doing here?"

These two were none other than Linghu Chong and his wife. The second floor was full, so they sat down on the first floor. Huang Rong pondered. She remembered Huang Yaoshi saying that either a thousand-year-old He Shou Wu (Polygonum multiflorum) or a thousand-year-old Tianshan snow lotus was needed as a medicinal ingredient. She had already obtained the thousand-year-old He Shou Wu, so she didn't need the snow lotus. The journey to Tianshan was long, and the two couldn't possibly have already obtained the snow lotus. Their presence here must have a hidden reason.

If she hadn't been following Liu San Niang, Huang Rong would have gone down to reveal her identity to the two, and the three of them would have returned to Xiangyang together. With their martial arts skills, they would be unstoppable. However, given the current situation, doing so would expose her identity, ruining everything, and preventing her from uncovering the conspiracy between the Demonic Sect and the Mongols. Considering this, she could only remain still for now, observe secretly, and act according to the circumstances.

Seeing the two men looking travel-worn, as if they had traveled a long way, Huang Rong noticed their striking appearance. Linghu Chong was handsome and elegant, while Yingying was stunningly beautiful, her face flushed and beads of sweat on her forehead adding to her allure. Several lecherous men in the shop couldn't help but stare at her. Yingying, however, seemed unfazed, chatting and laughing with Linghu Chong, whispering softly to him.

After more than an hour, the weather gradually turned cooler, and some people began to leave one after another. Huang Rong glanced at Liu San Niang and saw that she looked relaxed and not in a hurry to leave. Suddenly, the noisy shop became completely silent. Huang Rong was puzzled and subconsciously looked towards the door. The scene that greeted her shocked her.

There were several people standing at the door. Huang Rong recognized four of the middle-aged men. They were tall and imposing, and looked very similar. They were the four brothers of the Demonic Sect, Shang Xi, Shang Dong, Shang Nan, and Shang Bei, known as the "Four Fiends of Xuanming". Huang Rong had fought with them when they besieged the Guo Mansion at the martial arts tournament. The four of them were extremely skilled in martial arts.

But what truly horrified Huang Rong wasn't them. Beside her stood a woman in blue, dressed in exotic attire, strikingly beautiful, yet her face was contorted with sorrow and helplessness. Her large, watery eyes were almost brimming with tears. Upon closer inspection, two short legs dangled from her shoulders, and perched on her snow-white neck was a hideous, arrogant dwarf, parasitizing her like a maggot. No wonder everyone was silent; the bizarre scene was truly horrifying.

Even Huang Rong, with her vast experience, felt a sense of unease and nausea. She composed herself slightly and noticed a pale-faced young man standing beside them, waving a folding fan, exuding elegance. Huang Rong only recognized the "Four Fiends of Xuanming," and it wasn't hard to deduce that the others were also members of the Demonic Sect.

Was the Demonic Sect's large-scale mobilization for Linghu Chong? It seemed a bloody battle was brewing. Linghu Chong's martial arts were unparalleled, striking fear into the hearts of villains. However, even the strongest can be outnumbered. Huang Rong secretly sweated, pondering how she could help if the fight broke out. Moreover, Liu San Niang was secretly watching. Thinking this, she glanced at Liu San Niang, noticing her calm and unmoved expression.

The waiter, seeing the group of fierce-looking figures arrive, was already trembling with fear and dared not approach. The group stared intently at Linghu Chong, whose gaze was intense. Just then, Linghu Chong looked up at them, and his expression changed upon seeing the woman in blue. At this moment, the dwarf spoke first: "Great Hero Linghu, it's been so many years! I've missed you terribly!" His voice was shrill and eerie.

Linghu Chong and Yingying exchanged a glance, both feeling a headache coming on. How could they have run into this jinx? It was truly a case of bad luck.

It turned out that the dwarf was none other than Peach Root Immortal, one of the "Six Immortals of Peach Valley." The six were inherently wicked, but they were completely subservient to Linghu Chong, following his lead without question, and thus hadn't committed any major evils. After Linghu Chong retired, the six were left unchecked, their wicked nature hardened, and they began committing murder, robbery, and adultery. Initially, their fellow martial artists, out of respect for Linghu Chong, didn't investigate further, which emboldened them even more. Finally, several prestigious sects, unable to tolerate it any longer, sent over a dozen masters to hunt them down. With nowhere to hide, they sought help from Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong had already heard of their misdeeds. Although heartbroken, given his character, he couldn't condone or tolerate them. He could only stand by and let them fend for themselves. The six left, harboring resentment. Finally, they were besieged at the foot of Mount Heng by various masters. After a bloody battle, the six were no match for them. On the verge of annihilation, they resorted to the infamous "Blood-Dissolving Technique."

Those who experienced that battle still shudder at the memory. The six huddled together, and the other five turned into blood, pouring it onto the most severely injured Tao Genxian. When Tao Genxian stood up, he was a blood-soaked figure, grotesque and terrifying, like a vengeful ghost. Yet, his power was amplified several times over, allowing him to fight his way out and escape.

Years later, when the Demonic Cult revived, Tao Genxian joined it, becoming its vanguard. He combined the power of all six brothers, becoming virtually invincible in the martial world, killing countless people and transforming into a bloodthirsty demon. He harbored resentment towards Linghu Chong for his disregard for brotherhood and repeatedly threatened to kill Linghu Chong to atone for his fallen brothers.

Linghu Chong initially felt some guilt upon seeing him, but upon seeing the woman beneath him, he was filled with righteous indignation. The woman was none other than his old friend, "Blue Phoenix." Seeing her humiliated, her once delicate face now haggard, he felt a pang of heartache and cursed Tao Genxian in his heart for his heartlessness.

He could no longer restrain himself, slamming his hand on the table and abruptly standing up, shouting, "Tao Genxian, how could you treat a weak woman like this? Do you have any humanity at all?" Yingying rarely saw her lover so angry and was secretly worried. She too was from the Demonic Sect and was used to cruel acts, but even she was somewhat shocked by today's scene.

Tao Genxian chuckled shrilly, "Hehe, everyone sees! Master Linghu is up to his old tricks again. But today, Master Linghu is probably going to be disappointed. I've never forced her. It's just that she's so attached to my skills in bed and can't bear to leave me." With that, she forcefully tugged at Lan Fenghuang's hair, saying, "Hehe, beauty, tell Master Linghu, did you come with me willingly?"

Lan Fenghuang's eyebrows furrowed as he pulled her, but she nodded helplessly, her beautiful eyes closed, two lines of tears sliding down her pale face. Linghu Chong knew she was being controlled and had no choice in the matter, and he was so angry he couldn't speak. Ignoring Yingying's attempts to stop him, he stepped forward, ready to rescue her.

Tao Genxian gently stroked Lan Fenghuang's fair neck, occasionally placing her hand on her throat, saying, "Hehe, Master Linghu is angry. I'm so scared my hands are trembling. If I accidentally hurt this little beauty, Master Linghu will be heartbroken."

Seeing that Lan Fenghuang's life was in Tao Genxian's hands, Linghu Chong was immediately discouraged. It seemed that under the current circumstances, he could only plan carefully. So he said, "Brother Tao, why are you doing this? Back then, we fought against the Demonic Sect together, how exhilarating it was!"

Tao Genxian's eyes turned red, and he said sharply... He roared, "Linghu Chong, you still have the nerve to talk about old times? Think about how you treated us brothers back then! If it weren't for the sacrifice of my five brothers, I, Tao Genxian, would probably be long gone. I wish I could eat your flesh! Today, I'll make you pay for your crimes in blood!" The "Six Immortals of Peach Valley" had no friends since childhood. After meeting Linghu Chong, the six of them regarded him as their only friend. Although they had committed many evils, they were simple-minded. Feeling abandoned by the person they trusted most, their hatred for Linghu Chong far outweighed that for those who were hunting them down.

His voice was shrill, and now he shouted hoarsely, making everyone's scalp tingle. Seeing that a revenge battle was about to break out, everyone in the shop was afraid of being caught in the crossfire and quickly slipped away through the back door. In an instant, most of them had left, while the shopkeeper and the waiters hid behind the counter, too afraid to come out.

Huang Rong continued to observe from the second floor. She saw that Liu San Niang and her companion remained unmoved, as if the events had nothing to do with them. Only a small group of people remained in the shop, all of whom appeared to be skilled in martial arts, seemingly daring figures from the martial arts world eager to watch the spectacle.

At this moment, Ren Yingying stood up, her lotus-like steps light, and stood side by side with her lover. She softly said, "The reason why Brother Chong is respected by the martial arts community is nothing more than his upholding of justice and his clear distinction between right and wrong. Tao Gen Xian, think about what you did back then, how Brother Chong protected you. He has already done more than enough by not personally eliminating you. You ruined yourselves, so don't blame fate."

The "Six Immortals of Peach Valley" greatly admired Yingying and had always listened to her the most back then. Now, seeing her speak so forcefully and irrefutably, Tao Gen Xian, who both respected and feared Yingying, was speechless and stood there dumbfounded.

Seeing this, the young man beside her closed his folding fan, clasped his hands, and said, "Greetings, Miss Ren. I have long heard of your deeds, Miss. To break with the Holy Sect for your lover, you have such courage. You must be desperate for a man. I truly admire you." His voice was gentle and clear, but slightly frivolous, and his words were barbed. After speaking, he chuckled coldly, and the "Four Fiends of Xuanming" beside him also laughed heartily.

Yingying, however, was not angry. She smiled and said, "The Holy Sect is really not what it used to be. Even immature brats are out here trying to make a name for themselves. Whose elder's son are you? You speak very rudely."

Seeing Yingying's light smile, the young man couldn't help but be a little infatuated. He said with a lecherous look, "I am Murong Canhua, my father is Murong Jian. I apologize for my rudeness earlier, please forgive me, sister." He called her "sister" in his second sentence. He really had a thick skin.

As soon as he spoke, another group of busybodies were frightened and slipped out the back door. Murong Canhua, one of the three infamous demons of the Demonic Sect, known as the "Carefree Gentleman," had abused countless innocent women. His methods were cruel and vicious, and people both hated and feared him.

Yingying laughed and said, "Oh, so it's you, you little devil! You've truly inherited your mother's skills. Your 'Golden Bell Cover' on your face is now a masterpiece. You're a promising young man." Murong Canhua said awkwardly, "You're too kind, too kind."

Linghu Chong chuckled inwardly as he heard his beloved wife insult this devil, and said, "You are all renowned figures. It is an honor for Linghu Chong to meet you today. I wonder if you could offer me some guidance?"

The "Four Fiends of Xuanming," unable to contain themselves any longer, roared and charged forward, kicking tables and chairs to pieces, sending them flying against the wall and clearing a space in the middle. The remaining people on the first floor, terrified, ran up to the second floor. The four brothers stood in a line at one end of the clearing, drawing their swords. The eldest brother, Zong Nan, said, "Linghu Chong, we four brothers will test your 'Nine Swords of Dugu'."

Ren Yingying handed Linghu Chong the sword. Standing beside him, she felt exceptionally secure; even facing a thousand troops, she felt no fear. Linghu Chong drew his sword, stepped into the arena, and slowly held it horizontally in front of him.

Huang Rong saw that his simple movement possessed the demeanor of a grandmaster. The sword remained still, yet its aura seemed to fill the entire room, making it hard to breathe. She secretly admired him; the reputation of a great swordsman was indeed well-deserved.

The four opponents also felt an unprecedented pressure, but their "Xuanming Sword Formation," honed since childhood, had never failed, boosting their confidence. Working in perfect unison, they leaped into the air, their four longswords hurtling towards Linghu Chong. Linghu Chong, not to be outdone, charged forward with his own sword, and in an instant, the four surrounded him.

The "Xuanming Sword Formation" was indeed extraordinary; the four worked in perfect harmony, supporting and complementing each other, showing no weaknesses whatsoever, and possessing power several times greater than an ordinary four-person attack. The essence of the "Nine Swords of Dugu" lay in "anticipating the enemy's moves." The four's sword techniques were strange, and Linghu Chong initially couldn't understand their style, only able to parry their attacks. After a few moves, he was forced into a somewhat disheveled state.

Huang Rong was secretly worried, but seeing Yingying standing there smiling, seemingly having complete confidence in her lover, she remained calm. Sure enough, after twenty moves, Linghu Chong began to dominate, and the four felt they couldn't fully utilize their sword techniques. Each time they were halfway through, Linghu Chong would suppress them, making them extremely uncomfortable. They felt as if they had forgotten how to use a sword, returning to their early learning days, each move clumsy and sluggish.

The four knew they had encountered the strongest swordsman of their lives, and their anxiety grew with each move. Linghu Chong's every strike was graceful and composed, seemingly capable of easily breaking through the sword formation at any moment. Knowing they were no match, the four felt a sense of forced resistance, which was quite painful. Finally, Linghu Chong gave a soft shout, and the four felt a sharp pain in their wrists, unable to hold their swords any longer. The four longswords flew far away.

Linghu Chong staggered back a few steps, and with a crisp "clang," he sheathed his sword in Yingying's hand, clasped his hands, and said, "I have offended you greatly." Seeing his graceful and composed demeanor, and his humble attitude even in victory, Huang Rong couldn't help but admire him, truly a master of chivalry.

The "Four Fiends of Xuanming" stood there, stunned and ashamed. They had roamed the martial world for decades, rarely encountering a worthy opponent, and even boasted of their unparalleled sword formation. They had never expected to be defeated so decisively today; truly, there was always someone better. After a long silence, the eldest, Zong Nan, clasped his hands and said, "We brothers are like frogs in a well, overestimating our abilities. We apologize for our foolishness, Master Linghu. We have learned a great deal from today's battle and are completely convinced of our superiority. Farewell, and we will meet again." With that, the four turned and left, not even bothering to see their two companions.

Seeing the four men's upright and honest character, Linghu Chong couldn't help but admire them secretly. He wondered why such people had fallen into the clutches of the Demonic Sect, and a desire to befriend them arose in his heart. His gaze swept over Tao Genxian and Murong Canhua with lightning speed, and he slowly said, "Brother Tao, Brother Murong, come at me, I'll keep you company."

The two, already intimidated by Linghu Chong's easy subjugation of the Four Fiends, felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing his sharp gaze. His gentle words carried an invisible pressure.

Murong Canhua's eyes darted around. The group had come with a well-thought-out plan: the Four Fiends' "Xuanming Sword Formation" was incredibly powerful; even if they couldn't defeat Linghu Chong, they could at least inflict heavy losses. Then, he and Tao Genxian could capture Linghu Chong in one fell swoop. Who knew Linghu Chong would be so skillful, defeating the Four Fiends without bloodshed? It seemed there was little hope for them today, so they decided to retreat.

With this thought, Murong Canhua chuckled dryly, "Brother Linghu, Sister Ren, I won't keep you company today. Until we meet again." Before he finished speaking, he had already dashed away. Seeing this, everyone was both amused and exasperated; this man was utterly shameless.

At this moment, only Tao Genxian, riding on Lan Fenghuang's neck, remained. The members of the Demonic Sect were all independent and self-centered, only concerned with their own safety in times of crisis. Tao Genxian was left alone, feeling terrified. Having endured numerous hardships, he had become cunning and treacherous, no longer the simple-minded man he once was. He hated Linghu Chong the most, but he also admired him the most. He knew that although he was no longer the same person he once was, going against Linghu Chong was still like throwing an egg against a rock.

He used to be the loudest, and his courage grew stronger when there were many people around, but when it came to a real one-on-one fight with Linghu Chong, he was terrified. Seeing Murong Canhua disappear without a trace, he felt even more uncertain, but he still spoke toughly, angrily saying, "Linghu Chong, you're lucky today. I'll settle this score with you later. I'm not playing along anymore." After saying that, he patted Lan Fenghuang's head and said, "Let's go."

Linghu Chong said, "Brother Tao, it's not that easy to leave. Unless you get off Miss Lan's head, don't blame me for being ruthless." Unexpectedly, Lan Fenghuang spoke up at this moment, "Brother Linghu, I appreciate your kindness, but I can't leave him right now." Her expression was sad, and she turned around, carrying Tao Genxian away.

Linghu Chong was not expected to see this change and stood there stunned. He watched the two strange figures disappear behind the door, his heart pounding like a hammer. Only when Yingying grabbed his hand did he come to his senses. Yingying said softly, "Brother Chong, Miss Lan must have her reasons. Don't worry, good people are always protected by heaven, Miss Lan will be alright."

Linghu Chong pondered for a moment and said, "No, even if she has a great reason, she will always find a way to solve it. We can't let that demon torment her any longer. Let's chase after them." Yingying knew her lover's temperament well, smiled bitterly, and followed Linghu Chong out.

Huang Rong saw everything and knew that she couldn't see them for the time being when she saw Linghu Chong and Yingying fly out. Soon, Liu San Niang and her companion finally set off, and Huang Rong followed shortly after, keeping a distance behind their carriage.

Chapter Eleven Stealing Incense Before the Buddha Linghu

Chong and Yingying searched for a quarter of an hour but couldn't find any trace of Lan Fenghuang and Tao Genxian, so they had to give up. Yingying knew that her lover was troubled, so she could only comfort him with kind words. With Yingying, this gentle and considerate person, Linghu Chong's depression was quickly swept away.

The two inquired about "Banana Tree Cottage" from passersby along the way, but no one had heard of the place. They grew increasingly anxious. By afternoon, the weather had turned cooler, and they still hadn't found anything. Seeing a small teahouse by the roadside, they went to rest for a while and asked the innkeeper, but to no avail.

Yingying took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Linghu Chong's face, saying, "Brother Chong, the 'Banana Tree Cottage' the old monk mentioned should be in this area. How come no one knows about it? Do you think that old bald monk might be lying to us?"

Hearing her scold so crisply, Linghu Chong felt helpless. His beloved wife came from a demonic sect, unable to distinguish between good and evil, and sometimes acted eccentrically. After marrying him, she had toned it down considerably, but sometimes her speech still carried a hint of demonic sect habits. He couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Don't be so rude! Master Yideng is a highly accomplished monk, how..." "Why would you lie to us? Such a secluded place is naturally unknown to ordinary people. We need to be patient."

Yingying said coquettishly, "I heard that the Tianshan Mountains are covered in snow all year round and have many rare birds and animals. It must be extremely interesting. I wanted to take this opportunity to travel around, but I didn't expect to run into that old... monk. He said that thousand-year-old snow lotuses are precious and can only be found by chance. He has been searching all over the Tianshan Mountains for more than a year and has not found a snow lotus that is more than five hundred years old. He has searched all over the Tianshan Mountains. Humph, he had a great time, but he made us go through a lot of unnecessary detours."

Linghu Chong said, "Master Yideng is a remarkable man of our time. To cure the sick and save lives, he has traveled the world collecting precious medicinal herbs. His words are naturally truthful. He told us that the owner of 'Banana Tree Cottage' possesses two thousand-year-old Tianshan Snow Lotuses, so it must be true."

Yingying said, "Even if he's not lying to us, given his foolish and slow-witted appearance, it's no wonder he can't find thousand-year-old Snow Lotuses. Didn't he say they're something you can only encounter by chance? Maybe we'll find them right away. Besides, what if he's been deceived? I think that so-called '..." "The 'Banana Tree Cottage' might not even exist,"

Linghu Chong said. "Yingying, we have no other choice. Three months will pass in the blink of an eye, and the journey to Tianshan is long. Even if we find it, the hope of bringing it back in time is extremely slim. If we can find the 'Banana Tree Cottage,' our chances will increase significantly."

Yingying added, "The old monk said that place is thirty miles west of Moling, so it should be nearby. If we can't find it, we can't blame ourselves; we can only blame those people for their short lives. By the way, Brother Chong, we're not the only way out, are we?" "Perhaps Rong has already been found."

Linghu Chong sighed, "I hope so, but the martial world is dangerous, and the Demonic Sect is even more ruthless. We can't afford to be complacent, after all, so many lives are at stake."

Yingying said reproachfully, "Brother Chong, if you had been willing to be the leader of the Demonic Sect back then, those people would have been under our control long ago, and there wouldn't be any trouble like this today."

Linghu Chong gazed at her affectionately, and she blushed, saying, "Haven't you seen enough after all these years?" Linghu Chong said softly, "Silly girl." "Little girl, don't you understand my feelings? Even if we went back to those days, I would still make the same choice. I have no interest in being the leader of a sect. With you by my side, living a carefree life, even if it's only for a year or two, it wouldn't be a wasted life."

Yingying couldn't help but laugh, "You're just trying to flatter me." Her body seemed to melt, leaning against Linghu Chong's shoulder. She felt the same way. For her, having Chong-ge meant having everything. What couldn't she give up? Even if this kind of life only lasted one day, it would be enough for her to give up the whole world.

The two looked into each other's eyes, their hearts overflowing with tenderness, wishing this moment could last forever. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of chaotic hoofbeats gradually approached, and the two reluctantly parted. Yingying's cheeks flushed, and she said softly, "Brother Chong, it seems to be a passing merchant caravan. Let's ask around."

Several carriages loaded with goods lined up and drove towards them, accompanied by a dozen burly men dressed as bodyguards, each wielding a steel knife. At the very end of the caravan was a black carriage with a luxurious canopy, suggesting that the people inside were of high status.

The caravan stopped in front of the teahouse. The bodyguards, parched with thirst, asked the innkeeper for large bowls and ladles, and eagerly scooped water from the water vat in front of the door to drink.

Linghu Chong saw a burly man who had just finished drinking water and was still panting heavily, so he stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, sir, do you know of a place nearby called 'Banana Tree Cottage'?" The man didn't even look up and replied, "What a godforsaken place! I've never heard of it."

Yingying was about to get angry at the man's rudeness, but Linghu Chong, knowing his wife's temper, quickly gave her a look to stop her. Yingying pouted and sat down in her seat angrily. Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out, "Hero Linghu, Heroine Ren, it's fate that we meet again."

The two looked up and saw a beautiful woman standing in front of the black carriage, smiling at them. It was Yang Manniang, the woman who had met Xiaolongnu and accompanied her that day. However, she was now dressed in fine clothes and radiantly beautiful, quite different from her appearance that day.

Unexpectedly encountering an old friend in this remote and impoverished place, Yingying was overjoyed. She quickly stepped forward and smiled, "So it's Sister Yang! I didn't expect we'd meet again so soon. What are you doing here?" Yingying knew that Manniang wasn't a martial arts figure, and she rarely interacted with ordinary women like her. She quite liked befriending her.

The two women chatted amongst themselves, neglecting Linghu Chong, but seeing Yingying's joy, he was also very happy. Yingying asked all sorts of questions, and Manniang explained in detail. Her father was in charge of the "Divine Fist Sect," a local celebrity in Yangzhou, and also dealt in silk and tea. After returning home, Manniang had been helping her father with his business. This time, she had brought back some goods from out of town.

Linghu Chong and his wife were secretly impressed by Manniang, a woman without martial arts skills, yet daring to lead a dozen or so bodyguards on a long journey alone. They felt a surge of goodwill towards her. During their conversation, Yingying asked, "Sister, do you know of a place nearby called 'Banana Tree Retreat'?"

Manniang didn't know, so she summoned the other bodyguards to ask, but none of them knew. One bodyguard said, "There's a 'Sword Melting Manor' nearby, quite famous in the area. If you ask there, someone should know."

Linghu Chong was overjoyed, realizing he had been incredibly foolish. He had only thought to ask passersby, not inquire at a well-known local place. He asked for the exact location of "Sword Melting Manor," and the bodyguard replied, "There's a path leading up the mountain a few miles ahead. 'Sword Melting Manor' is on the mountain; just follow the path."

So the two followed the caravan, and Manniang didn't return to the carriage, accompanying them on foot. It was clear that Manniang held considerable authority among the group; the bodyguards both respected and feared her, and the two men admired her even more. Soon, they indeed saw a path leading up the mountain. The镖师 (bodyguard/escort) said, "This is it. You two should follow the path uphill; you'll arrive in less than two hours."

The two bid farewell to Manniang, who was reluctant to part with them. She pulled Yingying along, saying, "Sister, when you and Master Linghu come to Yangzhou, you must visit my humble abode. Just ask about the 'Iron Fist Sect,' and everyone will know about it." Yingying replied, "Sister Yang, please be careful on your journey. Chongge and I will definitely come to see you."

After saying goodbye to Manniang, the two walked up the mountain path. The path was not very rugged, with man-made stone steps covered in lush green moss, yet quite clean, as if someone regularly swept it. The trees on both sides provided shade, and birds sang merrily, making it a pleasant place. The bright sunlight filtered through the verdant trees, casting dappled patterns on the ground. A gentle breeze occasionally blew by, and the two felt quite cool as they climbed the steps.

Yingying said, "Brother Chong, building a manor in such a secluded place, the owner of 'Melting Sword Manor' certainly has a leisurely and refined taste. But I wonder why he chose such a strange name?" She looked down at the sword in her hand and couldn't help but laugh, "Is he going to melt our swords? We really need to be careful."

Linghu Chong laughed, "You're just being paranoid. We'll find out when we get there. Who in the martial world would dare to mess with Miss Ren?" Yingying laughed, "You're right. Even if you don't give this witch any face, you still have to show respect to the great hero Linghu." Seeing her teasing him again, Linghu Chong couldn't help but chuckle.

The two joked and laughed all the way for half an hour, but didn't feel tired at all. Suddenly, Yingying stopped and said, "Brother Chong, listen, it sounds like flowing water. Could it be a mountain spring? I'm really thirsty." Linghu Chong also stopped to listen carefully, and sure enough, he heard a faint sound of flowing water above. He said, "It should be just ahead. Let's go take a look."

The two walked a little further, and the sound of flowing water became clearer. Looking up, they saw a huge waterfall hanging in the mountains not far away, which was very beautiful. Yingying said happily, "Brother Chong, let's go take a look." Linghu Chong shook his head inwardly. At such an important moment, he was still playing around, but in the end, he couldn't bear to spoil his beloved wife's mood.

There was no path leading to the waterfall from where they were standing. Yingying leaped up and jumped to the treetop. Her beautiful hair and clothes fluttered in the wind, like a fairy. She turned around and said, "Brother Chong, come quickly." Before she finished speaking, she had already floated towards the waterfall. Seeing his beloved wife so happy, Linghu Chong's heart was moved, and he flew after her.

Before long, the two landed in front of the waterfall. The waterfall was quite wide, cascading down from the mountaintop, dozens of meters high, and with a "whoosh" sound, it flowed into a wide, emerald green lake. It was a magnificent sight. The air was filled with water vapor. The two stood by the lake, and the water splashed on their faces, which was quite refreshing. They never expected that there would be such a wonder in these unknown mountains.

Yingying bent down, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it on her face, instantly feeling refreshed and pleasant. She cheerfully said, "Brother Chong, come wash your face too!" Linghu Chong also felt his face was sweaty, so he squatted down and carefully washed his face. Yingying took off her shoes, rolled up her trousers, and sat by the lake, dipping her smooth, white feet into the water. She had been traveling with Linghu Chong in the sweltering heat for many days, covered in dust and grime. Now, the coolness seeped into her heart through her feet, bringing her immense comfort. She smiled radiantly, playing in the water like a mischievous child.

Linghu Chong stared at her, momentarily stunned. She whispered, "Brother Chong, the lake water is so clean, I want to go wash up. Is that alright?" Linghu Chong looked around. The terrain was treacherous, with no other path besides the river. He smiled and said, "Sure, do you want me to wash with you?"

Yingying said shyly, "You're up to no good again! Who wants you to come with me? You stay on the bank and keep watch. Don't peek!" Linghu Chong laughed. Although Yingying had married him, she hadn't changed her girlish nature. Such a request was utterly unacceptable to her. He slowly turned around and said, "Hurry up, we still have a long way to go."

Yingying protested, "Go behind the rock." Linghu Chong shook his head and had no choice but to go behind a large rock. He leaned against the rock, leisurely watching the blue sky and white clouds.

Only after Yingying could no longer see Linghu Chong did she slowly and confidently undress. In no time, her fair body was exposed to the blue sky, smooth and translucent like jade, seemingly sculpted by heaven without a single flaw. She picked up a clean stone and weighed her clothes down on the bank, leaving herself clad only in a soft underpants. She eagerly jumped into the cool lake water.

The lake was unfathomably deep, but Yingying was a skilled swimmer, swimming freely like a graceful fish. Unable to see Linghu Chong, she felt uneasy and called out from behind the rock, "Brother Chong, are you there?" Linghu Chong replied, "I'm here, I'll come down to join you right away." Hearing the response, Yingying felt relieved and playfully scolded, "You dare!"

Linghu Chong said, "You're my wife, what's there to be afraid of?" While joking, his gaze was drawn to a scene not far away: a huge scorpion was locked in combat with a small snake. They attacked each other intermittently, sometimes locked in a stalemate, which Linghu Chong watched with great interest. Soon, the snake seemed to be outmatched and turned to flee quickly. The scorpion, seizing the opportunity, gave chase. Curious, Linghu Chong followed the two venomous creatures, disappearing into the undergrowth.

The lake water was cool and emerald green, and Yingying, with only her head above water, swam freely in the clear waves, experiencing an indescribable sense of comfort and ease. Suddenly, she saw a wave surging on the water, steadily approaching her, leaving a straight line on the lake's surface. Startled, she watched as the wave reached her directly, rushing towards her. Instinctively, she dodged, hearing only a soft splash and vaguely seeing a naked body slide past her underwater, while simultaneously feeling her buttocks being touched. Yingying was shocked.

Someone was underwater? And so indecently! She felt incredibly embarrassed. Suddenly, something occurred to her, and she called out to the shore, "Chong-ge, are you there?" There was no response for a long time. Her embarrassment lessened, and she chuckled inwardly. She had thought he was just joking, but it turned out he was serious.

Seeing the wave rushing towards her again, Yingying's playful nature took hold. She giggled and turned to run away, the wave relentlessly pursuing her. Yingying's delicate body twisted and turned in the water, the wave following closely behind like her shadow. Yingying, full of enthusiasm, swam to the other side without realizing it. She found a narrow channel overgrown with weeds and stray rocks. Feeling tired, she quickly swam over, reaching out her delicate hand to grab a vine hanging from a rock.

The water lapped at her back. As Yingying gasped for breath, her slender waist was suddenly embraced tightly, and a naked body pressed against her. The skin-to-skin contact warmed her heart. She thought to herself, "Brother Chong's breath is truly long; he can remain submerged for so long. I'll see how long you, Linghu the Hero, can hold your breath."

Yingying used the vine for support, only her head above water. She wanted to rest for a moment, but she felt his hands restless underwater, constantly caressing her smooth body. He wrapped his legs around Yingying's thighs from behind, his hands tracing her flat stomach before climbing up her full, firm breasts.

Yingying felt a surge of excitement. She already felt a bit suffocated in the water, and now, with his hands kneading her breasts, she felt even more breathless. As his large hands continued to move, her body gradually heated up, and her breathing became heavy. She couldn't help but secretly scold Chong-ge for being so irresponsible, doing this to her in the water.

He continued to caress and fondle Yingying's breasts, his fingers suddenly grasping her two hardened nipples and gently tugging at them. Yingying's delicate body trembled involuntarily, letting out a soft "hmm." With his gentle touch, pleasure spread from her nipples throughout her body. She clearly felt the restlessness within her, and her desire gradually arose.

On the surface, Yingying appeared shy and demure like a young girl, but inwardly she thoroughly enjoyed her lover's affection. The feeling of them playing together like mandarin ducks filled her heart with endless sweetness.

Suddenly, Yingying's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her body, suspended in the lake water, trembled gently. It turned out that one of his hands had slipped inside her panties, exploring her alluring paradise. His fingers were constantly caressing her sensitive spots. Tasting such teasing, Yingying's breathing quickened, and with each stroke of his fingers, her vulva involuntarily released a gush of fluid.

"Chong-ge is usually so refined, but today he's so rough. He must have been suppressing his desires for too long, hence his impatience. A man's arousal is truly a headache," Yingying thought to herself, while the pleasure in her lower body continued to surge, fueling her desire. At this moment, he had already spread his legs, one hand around her waist, the other exploring her crotch. Yingying involuntarily parted her legs to allow his fingers more freedom of movement.

Suddenly, his restless fingers plunged inward, penetrating Yingying's vagina. The sudden fullness made her dizzy, and she involuntarily let out a soft "Ah…" Her pretty face flushed crimson, her heart filled with unbearable shyness.

Fingers began to move in and out of her sensitive vulva. The vulva couldn't withstand such friction and stimulation. With soft moans, her juices flowed freely, forming strings of bubbles that rose to the surface.

Pleasure surged through her body, every pore seeming to open up. Wave after wave of pleasure drove her almost to madness, leaving her breathless. Overwhelmed by shame, she could no longer endure it. She struggled, freeing herself from her naked body, and swam away, her face flushed.

She hadn't gone far when she suddenly felt an obstacle. She had reached a dense patch of water plants, unable to move forward. Just as she was about to sink, she gathered her inner energy, and her body floated to the surface. She quickly grabbed a vine hanging from the bank.

Just as she regained her footing, she suddenly felt a tightness around her body as she was embraced again. His naked body followed, pressing firmly against her from behind. She felt his hands cupping her full breasts, his thick legs encircling her plump buttocks, and his buttocks pressed against a hard, erect penis. She felt even more shy, her breath coming in rapid gasps. She felt helpless, secretly blaming Chong-ge for being so clingy, like an octopus, making it hard for her to breathe.

Although shy, the hard object throbbed restlessly in her cleft, undeniably arousing. Yingying's panties were thin and soft, and as if her buttocks were nakedly touching his penis, she could clearly feel its temperature. Already flustered, her lower body was now like a fire fueled by oil, her lower body uncontrollably leaking fluid.

The penis slid up and down, finally stopping at Yingying's vulva, the tip teasing her vulva through the thin fabric. The intense stimulation completely extinguished any thought of resistance in Yingying. She longed for her lover's penis to penetrate deeply into her body, and her plump buttocks swayed back and forth involuntarily.

Suddenly, a powerful pressure came from her lower body as the hot tip of his penis squeezed into her vagina through her panties, making her tremble uncontrollably. She cried out, "Ah..." Yingying clearly felt her labia being stretched open, tightly gripping the thick glans. However, due to the thin fabric, the penis could not penetrate any deeper. Even so, the hard and hot stimulation was enough to excite her to the point of trembling, and a warm current couldn't help but surge from the depths of her vagina.

After a long while, the penis slowly withdrew, and the legs that had been gripping her plump buttocks gradually loosened. A strange sense of loss welled up in Yingying's heart, making her extremely anxious. The body remained pressed against Yingying's back, slowly parting her legs, the hard penis pressing against her vulva again, grinding against her. Yingying's red lips parted slightly, her breath coming in soft gasps. She was like a fish out of water, unbearably thirsty.

Yingying gripped the rattan tightly with both hands, supporting their weight. Her delicate body trembled slightly, intensely anticipating the penis's thrust. Finally, the hands holding her breasts tightened slightly, and the hard penis underwater slid in, penetrating her vulva again through her panties. A strong stimulation surged through her body like an electric current, seemingly even stronger than before. Yingying's body trembled, her head tilted back, and she let out a satisfied moan.

The penis continued to penetrate, but could not break through the barrier of her panties, only the glans could reach her. The glans was tightly enveloped by her fleshy vulva, and it began to slowly move. Her sensitive spot was continuously stimulated, making Yingying incredibly hot. She couldn't help but sway her slender waist, her plump buttocks constantly responding to the thrusts of the penis.

Suddenly, the penis thrust forward with great force, seemingly trying to pierce Yingying's panties. A powerful wave of pleasure washed over her, and Yingying couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah..." With the forceful push, a splash echoed as Yingying's body was thrown out of the water. Her head tilted back, her wet hair flying in the air, beads of sweat on her forehead, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, her snow-white neck and fragrant shoulders emerging from the water, adorned with what appeared to be water droplets or sweat, a mesmerizing sight. Then, a pair of full, firm breasts also emerged from the water, but deep within those snow-white breasts were a pair of large, dark hands, a truly lewd sight.

Her delicate body sank back into the water, panting heavily, her heart pounding wildly. The frenzied experience still filled her body, and she couldn't help but secretly scold Chong-ge for being so ungentlemanly today, leaving her in some pain.

Just then, a hand in the water grabbed her underpants and started pulling them down. Startled, she thought, "Does Chong-ge want to... with me in the water..." At this thought, her pretty face flushed red, and a strange desire welled up inside her, something she was usually shy about.

Her lower body relaxed, and her underpants were pulled down. Then, a large, hard penis pressed against her, tightly against her full vulva, gently rubbing. The two of them had already made Yingying's body extremely hot from their previous splashing in the water, and even the cool lake water around her seemed to have warmed up. The feeling now was completely different from before; the contact between flesh and blood made her body go wild with excitement.

To her dismay, the penis hesitated to enter. Finally, she could no longer resist. She swayed her hips and lowered herself, feeling a burning sensation in her lower body. The glans smoothly parted her labia and entered her vagina. The intense feeling of fullness made her dizzy, and throbbing waves of fluid welled up. She took a deep breath, preparing to take the large penis in completely…

Suddenly, a familiar voice reached her ears: “Yingying, it’s been so long, are you done washing?” It was Chong Ge’s voice. Yingying felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Chong Ge was on the shore, so who was underwater? She struggled to twist her body, letting the glans slide out of her vagina.

The body underwater, oblivious to her presence, followed. Yingying, now filled with shame and terror, stared at the vaguely visible naked figure beneath the water. Enraged, her face flushed crimson. With all her might, she kicked, and a dull thud echoed as she landed a solid kick.

The figure, severely injured, quickly turned and swam away, leaving a pool of blood on the lake's surface—clearly seriously wounded. Yingying was still reeling from the shock, stunned for a long moment. By the time she remembered to chase after it, the person had vanished.

The lake returned to calm. Yingying floated on the water, a burning sensation in her chest, her pain indescribable. Tears streamed uncontrollably down her pretty face. How could this have happened? How could she face Chong-ge? Had she lost her innocence? It seemed not, yet it seemed so. In any case, she was no longer pure.

Just then, Linghu Chong's voice came again: "Yingying, what are you doing? Making such a racket! If you don't come up soon, I'm going to come down and look for you, hahaha." Hearing this, Yingying felt even more pain, as if her heart was being torn apart. Her voice was stiff as she said, "Brother Chong, wait a little longer, I'll come up."

Linghu Chong said, "Okay, hurry up, we still have to travel." Yingying had no more mood to speak. She plunged her head deep into the water, washing away the tear stains on her face and the semen from her lower body.

After a long time, she floated to the surface alone. The cool lake water made her a little more awake. She used to be a ruthless witch, but she valued chastity above all else. However, things had come to this point. As a woman, what could she do? She absolutely could not tell Brother Chong about this. She could only keep it to herself and try to forget it as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Yingying breathed a sigh of relief, feeling slightly more at ease. She swam towards the shore, and only when she was almost ashore did she realize that the man had pulled down her underpants, leaving her lower body completely naked. What should she do? Should she not wear anything? How embarrassing! But she had no other choice; after all, only she knew.

Yingying knew Linghu Chong was behind that rock; he was completely devoted to her and wouldn't come out without her permission. She had been so foolish as to mistake the lecher for her lover. She quickly went ashore where her clothes were kept, dried herself with her internal energy, and shyly put on her clothes. The soft fabric felt quite comfortable against her skin, but being naked from the waist down, she felt a sense of inadequacy. Although it was a little strange, she knew no one could see, so she could only be careful to avoid the wind blowing her clothes up.

Yingying moved gracefully behind the rock and saw Linghu Chong leaning against it, looking up at the sky. A feeling of guilt welled up inside her, and she said softly, "Brother Chong, were you here just now? Why didn't you answer when I called you?" Linghu Chong smiled and said, "Just now, a scorpion and a small snake were walking and fighting, which was quite interesting. I got so engrossed that I followed to watch."

Upon hearing this, Yingying felt a surge of anger. If he hadn't neglected his duty, she wouldn't have suffered such an insult. She couldn't help but say angrily, "Didn't I tell you to keep watch? You... how could you do this..." As she spoke, she began to sob aggrievedly.

Linghu Chong hadn't expected her to react so strongly and panicked for a moment. He assumed it was because Yingying was willful and overly dependent on him, which was why she was behaving this way. So he pulled her into his arms, gently stroked her hair, and said softly, "Yingying, I was wrong. I'll never abandon you again."

Yingying felt even more wronged and buried her head in Linghu Chong's chest, pounding his chest with her fists, tears streaming down her face. Linghu Chong had no idea what Yingying had gone through in the water. Although he was puzzled, he was used to Yingying's unpredictable temper and could only gently comfort her in her ear.

After a long while, Yingying raised her head, her face streaked with tears, and softly said, "Brother Chong, let's not go to that 'Sword Melting Manor,' okay? I always feel there's something strange about this place." Linghu Chong lovingly wiped away her tears and said gently, "Yingying, don't be stubborn. This is important. I promise you we won't stay there any longer."

A sense of foreboding welled up in Yingying's heart, but seeing her lover's resolute expression, she knew that although he usually doted on her, he would risk his life for others' safety. She could only obediently nod slowly. She secretly thought that perhaps she was overthinking things.

Chapter Thirteen: The Dragon Swaps the Phoenix

In a daze, Linghu Chong was in pain all over and unbearably thirsty. He struggled to open his eyes and found someone smiling at him. The person's face gradually became clearer. Was there a mirror in front of him? How come there was another version of himself? The person in the mirror spoke: "Brother Linghu, you're awake."

No, why is that Yue Bufan's voice? His mind instantly returned, and he found himself in a dimly lit room. By candlelight, he saw that there was no mirror in front of him, but a person who looked exactly like him. He was terrified and tried to struggle to get up, but he couldn't move. His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.

The man before him laughed, "Brother Linghu, don't speak yet. Your mute acupoint is sealed. Do you think I'm a good impersonator?" Linghu Chong understood but couldn't speak, filled with terror. Then he heard the man say, "People only know Yue Bufan, but not the 'Thousand-Faced Demon.' I'll tell you a secret today, but don't tell anyone, haha. The 'Thousand-Faced Demon' is none other than your brother, Yue Bufan."

Linghu Chong was astonished. The Demonic Sect's "One Demon, Two Monsters, Three Evils, Four Fiends" were infamous, and the "One Demon" was the "Thousand-Faced Demon," the most insidious and ruthless. His disguise skills were unparalleled, and he had harmed countless righteous people, yet no one knew his name or had ever seen his true face. He never expected him to be Yue Bufan. He had been so careless, only now discovering his true identity.

What had happened? How did he get here? Linghu Chong thought back carefully. He had fallen into Dongfang Bubai's hands, and then she… Thinking of this, his handsome face flushed red. A trap! It was all a trap set by the Demonic Sect! He suddenly realized where Yingying was, and how these demons would deal with her. Realizing his current predicament and his inability to protect her, his heart ached. Then

he heard Yue Bufan say, "Brother, I'm an expert in disguise, voice alteration, bone shrinking, and bone extrusion. See if there's anything about me that doesn't resemble you, hehe…" He lewdly added, "Even my manhood, brother, I've altered to be the same size as yours. Your wife will be here soon. Later, brother will have a three-hundred-round battle with her in bed. Just watch the show, hehe…"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong felt as if struck by lightning. He wanted to tear this demon to pieces. He was actually going to impersonate him and defile Yingying! What was he to do? Was he really going to stand by and watch Yingying be defiled by this demon? Just then, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist, and his body slid off the floor. Yue Bufan had kicked him under the bed, and he saw stars. Then he heard Yue Bufan say, "Brother Linghu, rest under the bed for a bit. We can't let your wife see two husbands, haha."

Linghu Chong was filled with regret and closed his eyes in despair, secretly praying that Yingying would escape this ordeal. At that moment, he heard footsteps, and then the door creaked open. A maid's voice said, "Madam, please rest early.

This servant will take her leave." Linghu Chong's head was turned towards the door. Through the hanging bed sheet, he could see Yingying's jade-like feet. She closed the door. The door opened, and she walked towards the bedside, saying, "Brother Chong, it's already past midnight. You're really going too far, leaving me there again. Listening to those concubines of Old Man Yue gossiping is really infuriating." Yue Bufan imitated Linghu Chong's voice, saying, "It's rare to meet Brother Yue. I just got carried away. I hope Madam will forgive me."

Linghu Chong felt a pang of pain in his heart and became even more dejected. The devil's imitation of his voice was flawless. He only heard Yingying giggle, "Hmph, all you do is play tricks. You don't care about people's lives at all." At this moment, Yingying had already come to the bedside and sat on the bed side by side with Yue Bufan. Linghu Chong could only see four feet dangling on the ground.

Yingying said in a clear voice, "Brother Chong, that old Yue is quite the ladies' man, marrying so many concubines. It just goes to show that all men are lecherous." Yue Bufan laughed, "Yingying, don't generalize. At least your husband wouldn't be like that." Yingying punched Yue Bufan with her small fist and said, "You have the desire but not the courage. Are you afraid I'll castrate you?"

Linghu Chong, listening to the two flirting under the bed, felt like crying but had no tears. His place, which should have been his, was now occupied by Yue Bufan. What was even more terrifying was that this little girl was unaware of the danger beside her. Yingying's gentle smile appeared in his mind, and he felt a surge of affection for her.

Suddenly, the bed shook, and he heard Yingying laugh and scold, "You're so improper! You're still getting handsy in other people's places." Yue Bufan said, "No one's bothering us, let's rest now." Yingying laughed, "The imposing Linghu Hero is actually a lecherous scoundrel. How will you stand in the martial world if others find out?"

The room suddenly went dark. Linghu Chong knew that Yue Bufan had blown out the candles, and his heart ached. Then he heard Yingying say, "Brother Chong, I don't think that old man Yue is a good person. We should be careful." Yue Bufan replied, "You're right. Luckily, we're leaving tomorrow." Yingying asked curiously, "Brother Chong, why aren't you speaking up for that old man?"

Yue Bufan said, "I just met him. Why should I speak up for him?" Linghu Chong's heart skipped a beat. Yue Bufan had given himself away after all. He hoped that Yingying would see through him. Just then, he suddenly heard Yingying make a "woo-woo..." sound, as if her mouth had been gagged, followed by a faint "tsk-tsk" sound.

After a while, a sharp "snap" was heard, as if their mouths had parted. Yingying gasped, "Brother Chong, you're really impatient today... ooh..." Her mouth seemed to be covered again, and their breathing became rapid. Linghu Chong knew his beloved wife was being kissed by a tiger, and his heart ached.

The two on the bed embraced passionately. Yue Bufan kissed Yingying's small mouth wantonly, thrusting his stiff tongue into her mouth and swirling it around, occasionally sucking on her smooth and soft tongue. Yingying obediently cooperated with her "lover," their tongues intertwining and licking each other. Yingying's body seemed to melt, and desire gradually arose.

"Ah..." Yingying trembled. Yue Bufan kissed her sensitive earlobe, sending a tingling, numbing sensation through her. A fire ignited within her, spreading through her limbs, making her incredibly hot. Yue Bufan then kissed her snow-white neck, his hands roaming over her full body, caressing her firm breasts through her clothes.

Suddenly, Yue Bufan grabbed Yingying's collar and ripped open her clothes. Yingying felt a chill on her chest as a pair of soft, firm breasts sprang out. The sudden action made her head spin, a strong urge rising within her. She said coquettishly, "Brother Chong, have you taken the wrong medicine today? So rough... ah... be gentle..." Before she could finish speaking, her nipples were already being sucked by Yue Bufan's large mouth, his hands climbing up her full breasts. The sounds from

the bed reached Linghu Chong's ears clearly, causing his heart to bleed. He lamented that after years of roaming the martial world, he was now so helpless, his beloved woman being played with in bed by another, and he was utterly powerless.

Yue Bufan lay on top of Yingying, his demonic hands kneading her full and elastic breasts, his mouth sucking incessantly on her nipples, making "tsk tsk..." sounds, until Yingying was panting heavily, her high breasts rising and falling like two hills, murmuring, "Mmm... Chong-ge... ah..."

Yingying's desires were heightened by the lecherous thief in the water during the day, her body and mind restless. The desires that had been suppressed were constantly aroused by Yue Bufan's teasing, and she couldn't help but thrust her breasts forward, wishing she could put her entire breasts into her "lover's" mouth. At this moment, she only wanted to merge with her "lover" and go to the highest heaven together.

Yue Bufan's demonic hand gradually moved down Yingying's smooth, creamy skin, reaching her crotch. His fingers touched a lush forest, already glistening with nectar. His fingers touched her full, fleshy vulva, feeling its soft, slippery texture, and he couldn't help but tease it. Provoked by this stimulation, Yingying's body trembled, and a stream of fluid flowed out.

Yue Bufan was a lecherous thief, and the noble and beautiful Ren Yingying was every lecher's dream. Now, he held her smooth, voluptuous body, wantonly playing with it, and she responded to him passionately, like a lamb in heat. He could hardly believe it was real; the intense stimulation of his predation almost made him ejaculate.

His fingers moved without restraint. A thought struck Yue Bufan: she wasn't wearing any underwear? It seemed she was also a wanton woman, and he couldn't help but ask, "Yingying, where did your panties go?" Yingying was incredibly shy. Her panties had been stolen by the lecherous thief underwater, so naturally she couldn't tell Linghu Chong. She gasped, "Um... when I was bathing during the day... the wind accidentally blew them away... ah...

" Yue Bufan leered, "Really? Do you want me to fuck you more easily?" Yingying was extremely embarrassed and scolded, "You... you're so bad... how could you say such rude things... why are you like this today?" Although she felt it was inappropriate, her lust was high at the moment, and hearing his rude words, a strange impulse surged within her.

No man could bear to see his wife being raped by another man. Listening to their teasing, Linghu Chong's heart felt like it was being fried in oil, the pain indescribable.

The lewd acts on the bed continued. A hurried rustling of clothes was heard, accompanied by shy panting. Yue Bufan stripped Yingying naked, leaving her soft body completely exposed. Yue Bufan cupped Yingying's plump buttocks in his hands, feeling their fullness, roundness, smoothness, and heat. In the dim moonlight, he saw her hairy vulva bulging out. What a mature young woman's body! Was this woman really Ren Yingying? Is this a dream? He couldn't resist any longer and opened his mouth to kiss that dark, fleshy hole...

A breath of hot air sprayed onto his lower body, and then a soft, warm tongue licked his vulva. Yingying felt as if she had been struck by electricity, her body trembled, and she couldn't help but cry out, "Ah..." Every time they made love, her "lover" was gentle and refined. She never expected him to do such a thing tonight. She couldn't help but moan, "Hmm... Chong-ge... don't lick there... it's dirty... ah..." Her heart was conflicted. Although she felt that this was vulgar, she actually liked this kind of indulgent feeling.

Her fair, white body was soft and boneless, her smooth legs were spread wide apart, and a fiery tongue kept licking her vulva, making "tsk tsk" sounds. Waves of deadly pleasure assaulted her, making her sob uncontrollably. When the tongue scraped across her sensitive clitoris, she couldn't help but tremble all over, and her juices flowed out. Some of it was sucked into Yue Bufan's mouth, and the rest slowly flowed down her plump, white buttocks, wetting the sheets.

The continuous stimulation was too much for Yingying to handle, and she gasped, "Ah... Chong-ge... don't tease me anymore... come in." Hearing the beautiful woman's call, Yue Bufan could no longer resist. He got up and hurriedly took off his clothes, saying, "Yingying, do you like me being rough?" Yingying, her body already aroused by desire, murmured, "I like it... come on... be even rougher with me..."

The conversation on the bed was sharp as knives, each word piercing Linghu Chong's heart. Although he knew Yingying mistook that devil for him, her indulgence was still unbearable for him. He had always thought his wife liked his gentleness and consideration; he never dreamed she would like being treated roughly, let alone be so proactive in seeking pleasure. Was something he dared not imagine about to happen? Linghu Chong's heart pounded wildly, and sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

Yue Bufan stripped naked, his hard penis bulging with veins, swaying in the air. Yingying, like a lamb to the slaughter, lay naked on the bed, her beautiful eyes glazed over, vaguely seeing the dark shadow of the penis. As if seeing a long-awaited treasure, she felt that waiting even a moment longer was torture, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Hearing the beauty's moans, Yue Bufan couldn't wait to pounce on her mature body. Panting, he hoisted her smooth, jade-like legs onto his shoulders, lifted her plump buttocks, and aimed his already throbbing penis at her full, wet vagina. The glans touched her sensitive clitoris, and Yingying softly moaned, "Mmm... Chong-ge... be gentle..."

He couldn't hold back any longer, and thrust his hips forward... With a "plop," aided by the slippery vaginal fluid, his penis smoothly and deeply penetrated Yingying's vagina. Yingying's long-empty vagina was instantly occupied by his penis, and the intense feeling of fullness made her dizzy. Her delicate body couldn't help but tremble, and she let out a very satisfied moan, "Ah..." At

this moment, he couldn't escape it after all. Linghu Chong clearly heard what was happening on the bed. His beloved wife had been penetrated by someone else. He simply couldn't bear this heart-wrenching pain. It was as if he had been hit in the chest by a heavy hammer, and he felt dizzy and his mind went blank. The nightmare didn't end there. The bed began to vibrate rapidly and rhythmically, and the room was filled with moans…

Yue Bufan seemed utterly devoid of tenderness, thrusting violently like a storm from the start, each stroke penetrating deep into Yingying's core, causing her to tremble uncontrollably, her moans uncontrollable, "Ah… Chong-ge… be gentle… ah…" Her hair was disheveled and scattered on the bed, her white, high breasts heaving rapidly as his hard penis plunged deep into her body, pulled out, and thrust in again… The intense pleasure drove her wild, and she couldn't help but sway her snowy hips, responding to Yue Bufan's thrusts.

Although Yue Bufan had been with countless women, including many of exceptional beauty, none could compare to Yingying's captivating beauty. To him, tonight's intimacy was a heaven-sent joy. His face flushed with excitement, he held Yingying's snow-white, mature body and fucked her fiercely, watching the beauty writhe and moan beneath him, feeling that his life was complete.

Yingying's fleshy vagina tightly gripped the large, fleshy penis, which, lubricated by her own vaginal fluids, moved in and out with tremendous force with each thrust, giving both of them an intense sensation of penetration. This excruciating feeling caused Yingying's vaginal fluids to flow more and more, splashing out with the moving penis, filling her buttocks, and also covering Yue Bufan's pubic hair and testicles, continuously making "plop plop..." sounds.

"Slap... slap..." Yue Bufan's lower abdomen kept slamming against Yingying's plump, white buttocks, the pleasure growing stronger with each wave. Yingying felt as if some kind of liquid deep within her flower was about to be aroused, and with each vigorous thrust, this feeling became more and more obvious, her heart strongly anticipating an even more intense impact, "Ah... Chong-ge... harder... don't stop... ah... harder..." she moaned, her snowy buttocks involuntarily trembling.

"Plop...plop..." The flow of vaginal fluids grew louder and louder. "Creak..." The bed creaked and shook violently, sending dust flying onto Linghu Chong's face. He listened numbly to his wife and Yue Bufan's carnal battle on the bed, his eyes glazed over, like a corpse, his heart filled with resentment.

Yingying's moans grew louder, "Ah...Brother Chong...I'm about to cum...ah...harder..." Hearing Yingying's words, Yue Bufan worked even harder, grabbing Yingying's full breasts with both hands, sucking on her sensitive nipples, his lower body thrusting incessantly.

Gradually, he felt Yingying's breathing become more rapid, her smooth, mature body becoming hot, and her snowy buttocks swaying faster and faster. Knowing that her climax was approaching, he couldn't help but increase the speed of his thrusting. "Ah... Chong-ge... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die... harder... ah... I'm coming..." Suddenly, Yingying's body convulsed violently, her vaginal fluid gushing out, her vagina contracting strongly, and she soared to the peak of pleasure. She tightly hugged her "lover's" body, moaning with immense satisfaction.

Hearing his wife's soft moans, Linghu Chong felt despair. Two lines of tears slid down his cheeks. Then he heard Yue Bufan say, "Yingying, turn around and lie down. I'll penetrate you from behind." Yingying was panting heavily, as if she was still immersed in the pleasure she had just experienced. She said shyly, "Brother Chong... you're bad... where did you learn this trick... I don't want to be like a bitch..."

Linghu Chong had always been very proper when he made love with Yingying. He knew that Yingying was very shy, and he absolutely could not agree to this request. Then Yue Bufan said, "Hehe, you're my little bitch, hurry up." Two "slap" sounds followed, seemingly Yue Bufan slapping Yingying's plump, white buttocks. Yingying groaned, "Hmm..." and said, "Brother Chong, you're getting worse and worse..." Yue Bufan said, "No need to pull out, just turn around like this."

Linghu Chong's head buzzed; he hadn't expected Yingying to agree. Then he heard the bed creak and tremble, as if the two were moving. The bed then began to shake rhythmically. "Ah...Brother Chong...you're killing me..." Yingying groaned. A picture of intercourse immediately appeared in Linghu Chong's mind: Yingying clinging to the bed like a dog, Yue Bufan holding her snow-white buttocks, thrusting repeatedly from behind. Thinking of this, Linghu Chong felt an unbearable pain in his heart.

As Linghu Chong had anticipated, Yue Bufan thrust his hips, his large penis pumping in and out of Yingying's slippery vagina. This position allowed his penis to penetrate deeper, and thanks to the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, he entered fully each time, almost as if he wanted to stuff his testicles inside. The intense squeezing sensation from the vaginal walls made him increasingly excited, and his penis grew even thicker.

Yingying had just experienced an orgasm, and her vagina was now even more sensitive. The scorching penis, like a red-hot iron, tightly filled her vaginal opening, churning wildly and making a "plop..." sound. Each time the penis penetrated fully, she couldn't suppress the throbbing in her body, her whole body trembling, moaning "Ah... um..."

Yue Bufan's lower abdomen slapped against Yingying's plump, white buttocks repeatedly, his large testicles striking her clitoris incessantly. Each time his penis reached its deepest point, his body was immediately bounced back by her thick, elastic buttocks. He could clearly feel Yingying's youthful vitality, and his heart was filled with intense excitement.

After another fifteen minutes of vigorous thrusting, their bodies were soaked with sweat, their point of contact a mess, and their fluids flowing down, soaking the sheets. "Ah... um... Chong-ge... harder... I'm going to come again..." Hearing Yingying's moans, Yue Bufan couldn't help but speed up. "Pfft... pfft..." The moans grew louder and louder. He could no longer hold back, and with a powerful thrust of his hips, his penis plunged deep into Yingying's full

, mature body. A gush of semen shot out, drenching the depths of her flower core... "Ah... don't shoot inside... ah... I... came too... ah..." The scalding semen made Yingying tremble all over, streams of vaginal fluid gushing out, reaching another climax. Her vagina contracted incessantly, like a warm little mouth, constantly sucking on Yue Bufan's large penis, drawing out thick semen, all of it flowing deep into her vagina.

Two naked bodies clung tightly together, panting heavily. Their genitals were locked in a perfect embrace, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as they experienced a sensation of ecstasy and death. The two streams of fluid within their vaginas merged and flowed deep into her vagina…

Although Linghu Chong liked children, Yingying was playful and didn't want to have children so soon. Linghu Chong had never dared to ejaculate inside her before, but today… The bed gradually returned to calm. Linghu Chong, lying on the floor, was heartbroken. He was numb from what he had heard. Now that things had come to this, he didn't know what even more terrible things might happen. He could only lie quietly on the cold ground, awaiting his fate.

After a long while, Yingying said languidly, "Brother Chong, you... how come you're so amazing today... I almost fainted from what you did to me." Yue Bufan asked, "Did you like it?" Yingying said shyly, "Tonight is the most unforgettable night since we got married. I'd be happy if you did this every night." After a while, Yingying said again, "Brother Chong, you ejaculated so much inside me just now. What if I get pregnant?" Yue

Bufan said calmly, "Then we'll have the baby." Yingying smiled and said, "Okay, I really want a Linghu Xiaochong now."

Yue Bufan sneered and remained silent. Yingying asked curiously, "Brother Chong, what's wrong with you?" Suddenly, Yue Bufan exerted force with his fingertips, sealing several of Yingying's acupoints. Yingying cried out in surprise, "Brother Chong, what are you doing?"

Yue Bufan remained silent, slowly got off the bed, lit a candle, and the room instantly became bright. Yingying was lying on the bed like a lamb, her snow-white and full body clearly visible. It was covered in sweat, exuding an irresistible mature charm. Her jade legs were wide open, and her slightly raised pubic area was covered in hair, with some fresh white sticky substance hanging on it.

The erotic scene filled the air with a lewd atmosphere, and Yue Bufan was captivated. Yingying's pretty face flushed red, and she said shyly, "What are you looking at? It's all your doing! Quickly release my pressure points, I'm so embarrassed!"

Yue Bufan came back to his senses but didn't respond. Instead, he lowered his head and began to grope his body, forcefully prying open his joints with his large hands, making a "clucking" sound. Yingying was completely confused and said coquettishly, "Brother Chong, what are you doing? You're driving me crazy!"

Yue Bufan scratched his face for a while before finally stopping. He slowly raised his head and said coldly, "Do you think I'm your Brother Chong?" Yingying's eyes widened in astonishment. Seeing the bloated figure before her, a sinister grin on his face, it was clearly Yue Bufan. What was going on? Her mind went blank, as if she'd seen a ghost. She stammered, "You...how are you here? Where's Chong-ge?"

Yue Bufan laughed, "A night of passion is worth a hundred days of kindness. We were just in bed, inseparable. Now you don't recognize me?" Yingying exclaimed, "That was...you?" Yue Bufan chuckled, "Isn't it still your useless Chong-ge? When has he ever satisfied you like this?"

Yingying instantly understood. Her mind went blank, as if struck by lightning. Was that exhilarating feeling really from this person? She refused to believe it was real. Chong-ge, where are you? A wave of sorrow welled up within her, and tears streamed down her face. She felt dizzy, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness...

At this moment, tears blurred Linghu Chong's vision. No matter how Yingying was violated, his love for her would not lessen in the slightest. The moment Yingying learned the truth, his pain was even greater than hers. He silently whispered in his heart, "Poor Yingying, if my husband and I can escape this calamity, Linghu Chong will dedicate the rest of his life to healing the wounds in your heart."

Chapter Fourteen: The Candle Burns to Ashes, Tears Dried

Yingying lay naked and helpless in the corner. A burly man grinned maliciously, dragging his naked, ugly body slowly towards her. Suddenly, the man lunged at her. Terrified, she screamed, but no sound came out…

Yingying jolted awake, finding herself breathless. Her heart pounded, her body drenched in cold sweat, her chest feeling heavy and heavy with unease and sorrow.

It was daytime. Gasping for breath, she surveyed her surroundings. Wasn't this the room from last night? Last night, she… The vivid scene flashed before her eyes: intense intercourse, a grotesque grin. Thinking of this, Yingying felt as if her heart had been slashed by a sharp blade, bleeding profusely. Her body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face.

Was it a nightmare? She desperately hoped it was. Was her life ruined like this? She couldn't believe it. The unbearable pain suffocated her, her mind went blank for a moment, and she almost fainted again.

She gasped for breath, trying to get up, but found her body weak and powerless. Her once light body now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. She used all her strength to support herself with her slender arms. Looking down, she saw that she was wearing a brand new white silk dress. Who had changed her clothes? Was it that old scoundrel? Instantly, her blood rushed to her head, and her beautiful eyes turned bloodshot. The flames of revenge burned fiercely, and she wanted to rush out and tear the old scoundrel who had ruined her innocence to pieces.

With a "thud," Yingying fell heavily to the floor, her whole body aching unbearably. She felt her body stiffen, and when she tried to circulate her internal energy, she found that her meridians were blocked, and she couldn't muster any internal strength. Knowing that her internal energy was sealed, she couldn't help but burst into tears. Her body was weaker than that of an ordinary woman. How could she possibly take revenge?

Tears blurred her vision, and Yingying slumped to the ground like a helpless lamb. The devastation of the night was unbearable, and the mysteries in her mind remained unsolved. Was this a trap? What exactly was this "Melting Sword Manor"? Where was Chong-ge now? Had he been murdered?

The more she thought, the more confused she became. Suddenly, she heard voices outside the door. One person said, "Senior Brother Wu, did you hear any movement inside?" Another replied, "Junior Brother Li, that little wench's internal energy has already been sealed by the Hall Master. She can't escape. We just need to guard the door."

The one called Junior Brother Li said, "We'd better go in and see. That woman seems to be a fierce woman. She was raped by the Hall Master last night. I hope she doesn't try to kill herself when she wakes up today." Senior Brother Wu said, "Even if she does, it's none of our business. Let's avoid trouble." He then lowered his voice and said, "I heard she used to be the 'Holy Maiden' of the Divine Cult." Even the cult leader has to give her face; she's not someone we can afford to offend.

The conversation reached Yingying's ears, and she trembled with shame. Not only had she been violated, but she also had to endure gossip. This was

unbearable! She struggled to her feet and saw a large mahogany table in the room. Gritting her teeth, she slammed her head against the corner of the table… With a loud thud, Yingying's frail body collapsed to the ground, blood slowly trickling from her forehead. Weakened, her momentum had greatly diminished by the impact, and although the pain was excruciating and she saw stars, she only suffered minor scrapes.

Is even death this difficult? Yingying felt a pang of sorrow. If she were to die like this, wouldn't it be somewhat unjust, and she would never see Chong-ge again? Chong-ge was an open-minded person, easily targeted by those who plotted against him. The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. Just yesterday, the two of them were sweetly together, but now even their fate was uncertain. Thinking of this, she could

n't help but shed tears again. At this moment, someone outside said, "Senior Brother Wu, there's another sound. Could it be that I'm right? If something really happens, the Hall Master will definitely blame us, and neither of us can bear that responsibility." Senior Brother Wu said, "This..."

Just then, a woman's voice interrupted him: "Wu Feng, Li Yu, what mistake have you made that you're afraid the Hall Master will blame you?" Wu Feng said, "Oh, it's Fifth Madam. You've come at the right time. We heard some noises inside the room and were afraid something had happened. Hehe, it wasn't convenient to go in."

Fifth Madam laughed, "Oh, when did you two little rascals become so well-behaved? It seems we'll have to get the Hall Master to..." "You've been rewarded." Li Yu said, "This is our duty. We are very happy that Fifth Madam has such a kind intention." Fifth Madam chuckled and said, "You lad know how to talk. You have done your job diligently, so the head of the hall will certainly not treat you unfairly. Open the door, I'll go in and take a look."

Li Yu responded, and then heard the door lock click. Then the door creaked open, and Yingying looked up to see a beautiful woman in her thirties walking in, carrying a food box. It was one of the concubines she had seen last night. She hadn't really paid much attention to her then, only hearing others call her Fifth Madam. Now it seemed that she was not a kind person.

Seeing Yingying's pale face, streaked with tears, and bloodstains on her forehead, leaning pitifully against the table leg—a far cry from her haughty demeanor the night before—the Fifth Madam's lips curled into a smug smile. She placed the food box on the table and said, "Oh, who wronged my little sister? Get up quickly, Master will be heartbroken to see you like this."

Seeing Yingying remain silent, she bent down to help her up, saying, "Good sister, don't be so hard on yourself. Take care of yourself. I've had some snacks prepared; get up and eat something." Yingying disgustedly shoved her arm away, scolding, "You harlot, don't put on this act!"

The Fifth Madam stood up. "Come on," she sneered, "I advise you not to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.

Calling me a harlot, humph, last night when the master was with you, you moaned like a female cat, it made me blush for you." Yingying blushed deeply upon hearing this, her temporarily forgotten wounds reopened, causing her excruciating pain. Last night, Yue Bufan had brought her to multiple orgasms, although she didn't remember it very clearly. At the time, she had mistaken the old thief for her lover, and during their lovemaking, moaning was inevitable. She never expected that this woman would hear it and humiliate her to her face. She felt utterly ashamed and wished she could disappear into the ground. At this moment, she felt that death would be the only relief. She closed her beautiful eyes and silently shed tears.

The Fifth Madam continued, "You're so beautiful and charming that even we women can't help but feel tenderness towards you. As long as you behave obediently, Master will naturally treat you well, and you'll enjoy endless wealth and honor in the future." She paused, then continued, "Isn't this what women want? You've already experienced Master's skills in bed; he's certainly no less skilled than your Linghu Chong, is he? Wealth, honor, and physical pleasure—what more could you ask for?"

Yingying trembled with anger at her absurd words, but when she mentioned Linghu Chong... Unable to hold back her trembling voice, she said, "You...you mustn't talk nonsense! Where is Chong-ge? What have you done to him?" The Fifth Madam laughed, "You are guests. Master has made you so happy, how could he have neglected Linghu Chong? Of course, someone else is having an affair with him."

Hearing this, Yingying felt as if her heart had been struck by a hammer, and she was consumed by jealousy. She said, "You're talking nonsense..." But then she thought of her ruined innocence; what right did she have to be jealous of Chong-ge? Thinking that she would never have the face to be with Chong-ge again, she felt a sharp pain in her heart and wept silently.

The Fifth Madam said, "Whether you believe it or not, what reason do I have to tell you this? Don't worry, Linghu Chong isn't dead yet. I advise you to eat something, so you can

at least save your life and see your lover again." Hearing her words, hope surged within Yingying again. Chong-ge wasn't dead? No matter the cost, she would rescue him. Then she heard the Fifth Madam say, "Try to think positively. It's not worth dying like this. Master will come to see you tonight. The snacks are on the table; it's up to you whether you eat them or not. I'm going out now."

She turned and left, leaving Yingying standing there in a daze. Then she heard the door lock, and the Fifth Madam said, "Wu Feng, Li Yu, you two keep watch on the door." The two replied in unison, "Yes, ma'am."

The footsteps faded into the distance. Yingying let out a long sigh. Hearing that Linghu Chong was alive, she was no longer as impulsive as before. Although she was now a broken woman, as long as she was alive, Chong-ge had a better chance of escaping. But what about the future? How could she tell Chong-ge? Would he abandon her? Even if he didn't care, would she not care?

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. She decided to stop thinking about it. Whether she lived or died, or what she would do next, was not the most urgent matter. For now, she could only cling to life and decide everything later. So she stood up and stretched her body. Before long, although she still couldn't muster her inner strength, she moved freely.

Yingying walked to the bedside and sat down. Looking down, she saw several large stains on the sheets, knowing they were marks left from her encounter with Yue Bufan. The thought of her own fluids mixed with Yue Bufan's semen flowing from her buttocks onto the sheets caused a sharp pain in her heart. She quickly turned her head away, unable to bear looking.

Yingying, once the "Holy Maiden" of the Demonic Sect, possessed supreme power. However, having grown up without her parents, she had to do everything herself, receiving little love and care. Therefore, she was cold, strong, and never gave up. Although she had fallen to this state, once she abandoned suicidal thoughts, she immediately regained her resilient nature. Even without martial arts, she was confident that with her intelligence, there was nothing she couldn't accomplish.

Having regained her composure, Yingying carefully recalled her experiences over the past two days. She vaguely guessed that this "Melting Sword Manor" was likely a branch of the Demonic Sect. Hearing the two guards refer to Yue Bufan as their leader further solidified her suspicions.

Yingying carefully observed her surroundings, noticing that the windows of the rooms were fitted with fine cast-iron bars, leaving only the locked doors as a means of entry and exit. With all her internal energy depleted and two guards outside, escape seemed impossible. Worried about Linghu Chong's safety, she felt a growing anxiety.

She noticed a wooden basin on a bamboo chair in the corner, with a face towel and comb hanging beside it. The basin was filled with water, and a bronze mirror hung above it, indicating it was a washing area. Being a clean freak, and with her face still wet with tears, she felt quite uncomfortable and decided to go over and wash herself.

Was that haggard woman in the mirror her? Her hair was disheveled, her face pale, her eyes unfocused, and the bloodstains on her forehead were still wet. Yingying sighed softly and began to wash herself carefully. Although she was heartbroken, her innate love of beauty and cleanliness as a young woman was still present. In no time, she had washed herself clean, and her former radiance was faintly restored.

After washing, Yingying wore no makeup. Her bright eyes and white teeth, and her clean, white skin, made her look like a lotus emerging from the water. Yingying was strong-willed; despite her inner pain, she remained calm on the surface. Seeing her reflection in the bronze mirror, her mood finally improved somewhat.

Yingying sat back on the edge of the bed, racking her brains for a way to escape. Even with her exceptional intelligence, she felt helpless in this situation. She tried to circulate her inner energy, but it vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea. She tried again for a while, until beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but there was still no improvement. Knowing it was all in vain, she had no choice but to give up.

After struggling for a while, Yingying felt a pang of hunger. She was no longer as determined to die as before; now she not only had to survive but also conserve her strength to deal with the villains. She looked up at the mahogany table, on which sat a large bronze candlestick with a red candle. Next to it was the food box that the Fifth Madam had brought earlier. She simply lifted the lid of the food box and took out some snacks to eat.

She wasn't worried about the food being poisoned; she was already under their control, and she figured they wouldn't use such methods to deal with her. After finishing the snacks, Yingying clearly felt her body gradually recovering. Although she still couldn't muster any internal energy, she was no longer as weak and powerless as when she first woke up.

Yingying calmed herself down and began to concentrate on thinking about how to escape. It seemed that the door in front of her was the only way out. At this moment, she heard two people outside the door talking quietly. Because of the distance, she couldn't hear clearly, but she vaguely heard that the two seemed to be talking about some lewd matters, occasionally letting out obscene laughter.

Yingying was secretly annoyed. These people were all desperate criminals; all they thought about was murder, robbery, and raping women. She had already suffered enough humiliation; she really didn't know how these inhuman bastards would treat Chong-ge. She couldn't help but worry.

Everyone has weaknesses. Yingying grew up in the Demonic Sect and knew that most of its members were greedy and lustful. They wouldn't be difficult to deal with if offered a little something. But she was all alone now; what could she offer them? Should she…sacrifice her body?

Thinking this, Yingying blushed and secretly blamed herself. Even though she was a fallen woman, she shouldn't stoop so low. Last night's loss of virginity was unknowing; openly seducing men was absolutely unacceptable.

Just then, she heard footsteps outside the door. The two guards said, "Your subordinate greets Deputy Hall Master Liu." A voice laughed, "We're all brothers, why so formal? Hehe, I've come to see that delicate beauty. Open the door quickly." Yingying vaguely felt the voice was familiar, but couldn't quite place it.

Wu Feng asked, "Does the Hall Master know that the Deputy Hall Master is here?" Deputy Hall Master Liu replied, "I just came to take a look; why bother the Hall Master?" Li Yu laughed, "The Hall Master knows that the Deputy Hall Master hasn't had any pleasure in a long time, and he certainly won't let such a stunning beauty go to waste. So he instructed his subordinates long ago that no one should open the door when the Deputy Hall Master comes."

Wu Feng also said, "We brothers have no choice but to do this; please don't make things difficult for your subordinates, Deputy Hall Master." Deputy Hall Master Liu sneered, "Hmph, don't try to intimidate me with the Hall Master's name. So what if he knows? Do you think I'm afraid of him? When I, Liu Zheng, joined the Divine Sect, he was still somewhere else, making a living."

Hearing their conversation, Yingying felt a mix of emotions. In her daily life, who dared not give her face when she roamed the martial world? She never expected to fall into such a predicament today, becoming the prey of these shameless scoundrels.

Li Yu then said with a forced smile, "It's not that we're disrespecting the Deputy Hall Master, but if the Hall Master finds out, we can't afford the consequences." Liu Zheng sneered, "You all take orders directly from me, and I've treated you fairly well. Has Yue Bufan ever given you any benefits that make you work so hard for him?"

Li Yu said, "We remember how well the Deputy Hall Master has treated us, but he is, after all, the Hall Master. How dare we disobey his orders? Deputy Hall Master, please leave." Liu Zheng was somewhat annoyed and said, "I'm going to come through this door today. To tell you the truth, Yue Bufan went down the mountain early this morning on business and won't be back until tonight. If you forcibly stop me..." "I...don't blame me for being impolite."

Li Yu hurriedly said, "Deputy Hall Master, please calm down. How could I dare to stop you? It's just..." He sounded clearly deflated. Liu Zheng chuckled and said, "Wu Feng, Li Yu, I don't want to fall out with my brothers. After this is done, I will naturally treat you well. It's not even noon yet. Even if I have the energy, I'll have enough for two hours. I still have plenty of time for you. How about it? Hehe..."

Yingying trembled with anger upon hearing this. He actually treated her like a woman who would endure any man. That Deputy Hall Master Liu was using both soft and hard tactics, and he was very cunning. If he really rushed in and took liberties with her, how would she deal with it? She couldn't help but secretly pray that Wu Feng and Li Yu would not agree to him.

Li Yu was clearly tempted, her voice trembling as she said, "What... what if the Hall Master finds out?" Wu Feng seemed to have stronger willpower, saying, "Absolutely not! The Hall Master will be furious, and we'll all be in danger." Liu Zheng laughed, "Only Heaven, Earth, you, and I know. If we don't tell anyone, who will? Inside is the beautiful and martial arts-skilled Ren Yingying, unparalleled in the martial world. If we miss this opportunity, we'll regret it for the rest of our lives."

After a moment of silence, Wu Feng spoke. Perhaps Liu Zheng's suggestion was too sensual and stimulating, for his voice trembled slightly as he said, "Vice Hall Master, don't go back on your word." Hearing their agreement, Liu Zheng laughed, "When have I ever lied to you? Don't worry, even if something goes wrong, I'll take full responsibility. Give me the key, and you two guard the garden gate. Don't let anyone in."

The two happily shouted "Yes, sir!" and went to do so. Yingying was extremely anxious. Was that lecherous man really going to come in? What should she do? Just then, she heard the door lock click, and then a middle-aged man pushed the door open. Yingying looked closely and saw that it was the same steward Liu she had seen yesterday, but he was dressed in fine clothes and was no longer dressed as a steward.

Yingying sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a little flustered. Liu Zheng closed the door, turned around, his face slightly flushed, and said in a trembling voice, "Does the Holy Maiden still remember Liu Zheng?" Yingying was taken aback. Before last night, she didn't remember seeing him anywhere.

Seeing her silence, Liu Zheng felt quite awkward and quickly said, "It's no wonder the Holy Maiden doesn't remember. Many years ago, I was just an unknown junior in the Divine Sect. I only heard the Holy Maiden's teachings a few times in the crowd, and I already admired the Holy Maiden immensely then."

Yingying was in the Demonic Sect back then, often appearing before hundreds of followers. Naturally, she wouldn't remember those minor figures. Seeing his sincerity, she secretly thought that perhaps she could get information about Chong Ge from him. So she coldly said, "Don't call me Holy Maiden anymore. I'm no longer the Holy Maiden."

Liu Zheng was overjoyed to see Yingying answer and laughed, "In Liu Zheng's heart, you will always be the Holy Maiden. As long as the Holy Maiden gives the order, my life belongs to the Holy Maiden."

Yingying's heart stirred upon hearing this. Trapped and helpless, perhaps there was hope of escape. Thinking of this person, she said resentfully, "I didn't expect you to still have this intention. But at this moment, I am a prisoner. How can I be qualified to ask anything of you?"

Liu Zheng hurriedly said, "Holy Maiden, you flatter me. I am now the deputy hall master of the 'Xuanwu Hall' of the Divine Sect. My words still carry some weight in the sect. If the Holy Maiden is willing to return to the Divine Sect, Liu Zheng can risk his life to speak to the sect leader."

Upon hearing this, Yingying suddenly realized that the organization of the Demonic Sect was very different from what it used to be. Yingying had only heard rumors in the martial arts world that the Demonic Sect was now divided into four halls: "Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Xuanwu, and Vermilion Bird." It turned out that this was the territory of the "Xuanwu Hall." Yesterday, she saw a half-turtle, half-snake monster on the screen in the hall that vaguely resembled the legendary divine beast "Xuanwu." At the time, she did not think much of it, which led to disaster. She couldn't help but regret it.

Since things had come to this, Yingying decided to continue to play along with him. So she feigned concern, saying, "Returning to the Divine Sect isn't impossible, but I'd still have to suffer Yue Bufan's bullying. How could I be so unfortunate..." As she spoke, she covered her face with her sleeve and couldn't help but sob. At first, she was just putting on an act, but thinking of the humiliation she had suffered, sorrow welled up from her heart, and she couldn't hold back her tears.

Seeing Yingying's pitiful appearance, Liu Zheng's heart had already melted. He quickly said, "Holy Maiden, there's no need to be so sad. Although Yue Bufan is a hall master, Liu Zheng is not afraid of him. As long as the Holy Maiden is willing, I will go and talk to the Sect Leader and ask him to bestow the Holy Maiden upon me."

When he was still a lowly soldier in the Demonic Sect, he had only seen Yingying standing beside the Sect Leader from afar, cold and proud, like a fairy who dared not be profaned. He never dared to have any improper thoughts about her. Seeing that Yingying was still crying, he knew that women were most vulnerable at this moment. He was overwhelmed by this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, his heart pounding. He steeled himself and stepped forward to embrace Yingying. A fragrant woman's scent wafted into his nostrils, and the lovely woman in his arms was soft and boneless, like warm, fragrant jade, intoxicating him and instantly arousing him.

Yingying had intended to use his pity to trick him into letting her go, but she hadn't expected him to be so rude. Enraged by his embrace, she struggled free and stood by the table, saying, "You…" She was about to rebuke him, but remembering he was her only hope, she swallowed her words, only managing to say, "Don't… be so impatient…" As soon as the words left her lips, her pretty face flushed crimson with shame.

Liu Zheng sat on the edge of the bed, watching Yingying's shy, girlish demeanor. A tingling itch rose within him. The thought of the highly skilled, aloof, and unapproachable Holy Maiden, now completely under his control, fueled his lust. He said softly, "Holy Maiden, if you submit to me, I promise to treat you well for the rest of my life, and I will never be bullied by anyone else again. And… in bed, Liu Zheng will not disappoint you."

Hearing his blatant words, Yingying felt deeply ashamed. She hadn't expected him to reveal his true nature so quickly. Hearing his conversation with Wu Feng and Li Yu earlier, she should have realized he was a fickle and unreliable man who only wanted her body. Expecting such a person to risk his life to save her was nothing short of delusional. Yingying was furious, secretly vowing that if she could escape this time, she would kill every shameless man she saw to avenge this humiliation.

She suddenly noticed the large bronze candlestick on the table, and her heart skipped a beat. If she were to unexpectedly smash this candlestick onto his pressure point on the head, even if he was highly skilled in martial arts, his head would surely be smashed open. At this moment, Wu Feng and Li Yu were far away from the room, and the door was unlocked. If she killed this man, her chances of escape would undoubtedly increase significantly. She had to keep him calm for now and slowly look for an opportunity to strike.

Having made up her mind, Yingying suppressed her anger, leaned her ample buttocks against the edge of the table, and said shyly, "Don't talk nonsense...it's so embarrassing." Yingying's skin was fair and healthy, her posture gentle and charming, and her full breasts rose and fell slowly, exuding a youthful yet mature aura. She reached out her slender hand to flick her hair, looking incredibly alluring.

Liu Zheng was mesmerized. Yingying's hand seemed to touch his heart, making his bones melt. He could no longer resist and rushed forward to embrace her, panting, "Holy Maiden, I truly admire you. Just give in to me. I mean it. Let's try it now. I'll definitely make you feel like you're dying of pleasure."

Yingying saw him come to the table and was secretly delighted, knowing that her chance was coming soon. Although she was disgusted by his face, she did not struggle, only panting, "Don't be so impatient... This lowly concubine... I can't breathe from your embrace."

Hearing Yingying's words, Liu Zheng's lust intensified. He said, "Holy Maiden, I have thought of you for many years. Have pity on Liu Zheng." As he spoke, his large hands roamed over Yingying's graceful body, and his lips kissed Yingying's beautiful face.

Yingying felt ashamed of being molested like this, but she knew that only by letting him taste some sweetness could she find an opportunity to strike. To save Chong Ge and to avenge herself by killing these lecherous villains in the future, she could only swallow her humiliation for now.

Yingying was only wearing a thin silk garment, with nothing underneath. Liu Zheng's hands roamed over her smooth back and full buttocks, wrinkling the weightless silk. Feeling Yingying's skin as smooth as jade and her full, rounded buttocks, Liu Zheng was incredibly excited and caressed her even more wantonly.

Yingying was held tightly in his strong arms, her full breasts pressed against his chest, making her feel slightly suffocated. She could clearly feel a thick, hard penis pressing against her smooth, jade-like legs. With the movements of his hands, her pretty face turned crimson, her breathing became heavy, and fragrant breaths escaped from her cherry lips.

Yingying helplessly endured the humiliation. Normally, she wouldn't even bother to look at someone like Liu Zheng, but fate had other plans. Now, she was being thoroughly toyed with by this lecherous scoundrel. Her hatred deepened. If she still possessed martial arts skills, she would have killed him on the spot. Her usual pride was almost unbearable. Unfortunately, the table was wide, and the bronze candlestick was on the other side, making it impossible for Yingying to reach it without alerting Liu Zheng. She could only slowly guide him closer to the candlestick.

With a soft "Mmm," Liu Zheng's large mouth kissed Yingying's cherry lips, then his thick tongue probed into her small mouth, stirring and carefully sucking on her soft, fragrant tongue. Caught off guard, Yingying tried to break free, but her tongue was already firmly sucked in. Their saliva mingled, making "tsk tsk..." sounds that reached her ears, making her feel even more humiliated. Liu Zheng's hot breath filled her mouth, making her breathing even heavier.

Suddenly, Liu Zheng's large hand slipped through Yingying's clothes, caressing her smooth back. His warm hand slid down her soft, jade-like skin, reaching her full, round buttocks, kneading and stroking them. Yingying, blushing with shyness, couldn't help but tremble, letting out soft moans.

After a while, Liu Zheng released Yingying's mouth, freeing one hand to climb onto her full breasts through her clothes, while his other hand continued to explore her buttocks. Yingying, now free, gasped for breath. With Liu Zheng's thrusts, her body gradually heated up, her face growing increasingly red. She gasped, "No... this lowly concubine... can't take it... um..."

Liu Zheng's left hand kneaded her full, elastic breasts. Through the silk, he could clearly feel Yingying's nipples hardening. He couldn't resist gently pinching them with his fingers through the fabric. His right hand slid across Yingying's buttocks, probing her sacred forbidden zone. Wherever he touched, it was already slippery and wet. Unexpectedly... Yingying was surprisingly sensitive. Liu Zheng exclaimed, "Holy Maiden, you're so wet down there. You need me too, don't you?"

Yingying felt a tingling sensation all over her body as he touched her private area. Her delicate body trembled involuntarily. Hearing his words, she became even more ashamed and gasped, "You're so bad... It's all because of... you... um... be gentle..." On the surface, Yingying cooperated with him, but in her heart, she wished she could tear him to pieces. The previous two times she had been violated, it was out of her own free will without her knowledge. This time, however, she had to endure the humiliation and do it reluctantly. Her heart was breaking.

Although she was extremely unwilling, she was, after all, a sensitive and passionate young woman. Under Liu Zheng's caresses, her body became incredibly hot, and her lower body flowed with love fluid against her will. She was extremely ashamed and secretly blamed herself for being weak. She squeezed her legs tightly together, resisting the invasion of his fingers.

Having taken full advantage, Liu Zheng was flushed with excitement. He suddenly picked up Yingying and placed her on the mahogany table, making her lie on her back. Although the table was large, a food box and a candlestick on it were in the way. Liu Zheng swept the food box to the ground and was about to take the candlestick when Yingying panicked and blurted out, "No..." Liu Zheng was taken aback and asked, "Why?"

Yingying knew she was in trouble. If he took the candlestick, wouldn't all her efforts be in vain? Hesitantly, "I..." Just as she was wondering how to answer him, Liu Zheng's eyes lit up at the sight of the large red candle on the candlestick. "I didn't expect the Holy Maiden to like this,"

he exclaimed happily. Confused, Yingying was lying on the table, the candlestick resting on the corner beside her head, within easy reach. Seeing that he showed no intention of taking it, she didn't have time to think it over. She decided to immediately distract him, and said breathlessly, "What are you standing there for?"

Liu Zheng was overjoyed. Seeing Yingying's voluptuous body lying on the table, her legs draped softly over his shoulders, hanging down from the edge of the table, her posture incredibly alluring, he could no longer resist. He hurriedly untied Yingying's belt, grabbed her clothes, and pulled them forcefully to the sides. Yingying let out a shy "Mmm," her captivating body instantly exposed.

Liu Zheng's eyes lit up when he saw Yingying lying on the table like a lamb, her silk robe open. Her delicate body trembled with humiliation, her skin smooth and white as cream, her high breasts rising and falling with her breath. At the end of her fair, jade-like thighs, a dark, dense forest stretched into the depths of her valley. That mysterious forbidden area was full and alluring, still glistening with dew. Such a perfect body would make any man's blood boil. Liu Zheng's eyes turned red, and like a hungry wolf, he pounced on her impatiently...

Panting, Liu Zheng grasped Yingying's full breasts and sucked on her already hardened nipples. "Mmm...no..." Yingying's body trembled, a tingling sensation coming from her nipples, making her mouth dry and causing her to moan involuntarily.

As he relentlessly toyed with her body, Yingying's humiliation intensified. Seeing his head buried between her ample breasts, she thought to herself, "It's time." Gritting her teeth, she reached for the bronze candlestick. Success or failure hinged on this moment; Yingying's heart pounded, and her hands trembled slightly.

Suddenly, Liu Zheng raised his head and laughed, "Holy Maiden, today I will grant your wish." Before Yingying could even extend her hand, seeing him raise his head, she thought to herself, "Oh well, I'll just have to wait for another chance." But she knew she would have to endure his further torment, and her heart was filled with unbearable shame. Then she saw Liu Zheng pull a tinderbox from his robes and light the candle. Yingying was puzzled, wondering what he was up to.

Then, Liu Zheng quickly removed his clothes, revealing his naked and ugly body. He was covered in thick body hair, with coarse chest hair extending all the way to his navel, intertwining with his dense pubic hair. A huge, erect penis stood proudly erect. Yingying blushed deeply. The penis was a full seven inches long, with the glans alone the size of an egg, probably comparable to a donkey's penis, a sight that was horrifying.

Yingying's heart pounded wildly. She had always thought that men's penises were all the same size; she never imagined there could be such a large penis. Seeing the sticky fluid on the glans, making it look extremely ugly, she blushed and thought to herself, how could she bear such a penis inserted into her vagina? She couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Liu Zheng chuckled smugly, "How is it? Are you satisfied, Holy Maiden?" Yingying couldn't help but ask, "How can it be... so big..." Liu Zheng laughed, "This is my innate talent. All the women who have been with me have been driven to ecstasy by my penetration. Holy Maiden, enjoy yourself in a moment." Yingying's heart skipped a beat. Was she really going to have sex with him? What should she do?

Yingying pondered. She absolutely couldn't be humiliated again. Every moment of delay might offer a chance for a turnaround. So she feigned, "No... please, not so fast..." Liu Zheng reached out and pulled the burning red candle from the candlestick, saying, "Of course. Am I so lacking in romance?" He then placed one hand on Yingying's slender waist and slowly raised the red candle above her delicate body.

What was he going to do? Yingying was shocked. He tilted the red candle, and a drop of wax dripped down, landing on her flat, smooth abdomen. "Ah...no..." Yingying cried out, caught off guard and scalded by the heat. Liu Zheng leered, "Hehe, this is what the Holy Maiden wanted to play, isn't it? How is it? Isn't it comfortable?"

Yingying was frantic. He had actually thought she liked this kind of thing. How perverted! She had only intended to stall this lecherous scoundrel and find an opportunity to strike him, but she hadn't expected to play such a crazy game with him. Humiliated tears welled up in her eyes.

Liu Zheng leered as he moved the candle, and the wax dripped onto Yingying's alabaster skin, burning hot. "No..." Yingying twisted her body, but Liu Zheng held her down, unable to move. A drop of candle wax landed on Yingying's nipple, and she trembled uncontrollably as if electrocuted. The strange stimulation spread throughout her body, making her slightly dizzy. As the wax dripped onto her high, white breasts, the burning sensation seemed to ignite her full flesh, causing a tingling sensation in her lower body and a gush of fluid.

Yingying's skin became burning hot. Liu Zheng noticed her change and laughed, "Feels good, doesn't it? There's something even better." He then moved the candle away from above her. Yingying was now in tears, so humiliated that she wished she could die immediately.

Suddenly, she felt Liu Zheng grab her right leg, and felt a burning sensation in her lower body. Looking down, she was horrified to see that he had moved the candle to her vulva. What else did he want? She tried to struggle but couldn't muster any strength. At that moment, Liu Zheng pressed the end of the red candle against Yingying's vulva and said, "Holy Maiden, let it satisfy you first."

Yingying was shocked, feeling as if the flame was burning her jade-like legs. Instinctively, she spread her legs apart, completely exposing her wet vulva. Liu Zheng seized the opportunity, exerted force with his wrist, and one section of the red candle actually inserted into Yingying's vulva... "Ah..." Yingying's delicate body trembled violently, a strong pleasure surged through her, and a gush of love fluid couldn't help but flow out.

The candle was still new, thick and long. Although part of it was inserted, the burning end was still far from Yingying's body. Liu Zheng laughed and said, "Holy Maiden, don't move around, or you'll get burned." Hearing this, Yingying felt humiliated, tears streaming down her face. She dared not move her widely spread legs, afraid of being burned by the candle.

Liu Zheng began to slowly thrust the candle in and out of Yingying's vagina. "Ah... um..." The sensation, like intercourse, made Yingying moan involuntarily. Her vagina tightly gripped the candle, constantly swallowing and releasing it. The flame moved closer and closer to her body, the burning sensation sometimes near and sometimes far, creating a unique sensation.

Yingying gradually became intoxicated. Her hazy eyes saw the dancing flame, and her heart was filled with conflicting emotions. She vaguely hoped that the candle could penetrate deeper, yet she was afraid that it would burn her. The shame in her heart never diminished. In this state of mind, Yingying almost collapsed, constantly uttering sobbing moans, "Ah... please... pull it out... I can't take it... ah...", her vagina continuously flowing with love fluid.

Seeing his beloved goddess so wildly violated, Liu Zheng's eyes were bloodshot with excitement. He kissed her jade-like legs incessantly, his wrists moving faster and faster. As the candle burned, wax dripped onto the ground, the candle growing shorter and shorter, yet it continued to thrust in and out of Yingying's beautiful vulva. Such a sensual scene could not help but arouse his blood.

Suddenly, Liu Zheng seemed to tire. After inserting the candle halfway, he removed his large hand. Without the pleasure of friction, Yingying felt a sense of loss. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she couldn't help but open her beautiful eyes. She saw herself shamefully holding the burning red candle between her vulva, while the lecherous thief watched her with a grin.

Yingying was deeply ashamed and quickly closed her eyes, but she felt a burning heat in her lower body. The flame was very close to her. She was anxious but dared not reach out to pull it out. She could only contract her vaginal muscles, hoping to expel the candle. With her efforts, the candle was slowly expelled from her vulva. Finally, with a "clang," the candle fell to the ground.

Exhausted and drenched in sweat, Yingying took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief. Just as she was about to close her legs, she felt her feet being grabbed, and her vulva pressed against something hard. Opening her eyes, she saw Liu Zheng's lewd grin, his glans pressed against her genitals. Her face paled instantly. Was she really going to let him penetrate her? Yingying was terrified; she never expected things to escalate to this point.

Liu Zheng thrust his hips forward, and with a "whoosh," the tip of his large penis entered Yingying's vulva. "Ah...no..." Yingying felt a tearing pain in her lower body. "It hurts...pull it out...quickly..." Yingying groaned in agony. She hadn't expected to suffer a second humiliation just one night later. How could she face Chong-ge? Tears of regret streamed down her face.

Liu Zheng, utterly satisfied, laughed as his large glans was enveloped by Yingying's warm, moist vagina. "Holy Maiden, don't be afraid. It's always like this when I fuck you. Just bear with it a little longer, and you'll feel better soon." He gently rotated his penis, which was already covered in Yingying's vaginal fluids. Based on his past experience, he knew that a woman's vagina was incredibly elastic and could accommodate any size penis. The women he had slept with were initially uncomfortable, but in the end, none of them could resist being conquered by his large penis.

After Hongzhu's exploration, Yingying's vagina had been stretched open. After rotating the large penis for a while, she no longer felt pain. On the contrary, her juices flowed continuously, and the emptiness deep inside her vagina grew stronger and stronger. She even felt an urge to taste the flavor of this enormous penis.

Liu Zheng seemed impatient. He cupped Yingying's plump, white buttocks in his hands, lowered his waist, and with a "whoosh," his donkey-like penis slid in all the way. "Ah..." Yingying's soft cry was tinged with a hint of satisfaction. She felt her vagina being filled to the brim with his penis. Although it ached, it was incredibly full, reaching an unprecedented depth. She trembled all over from the penetration, and a gush of love juice spurted out.

Liu Zheng, still holding her plump buttocks, began to slowly thrust in and out. "Plop... plop..." With each thrust, Yingying's body trembled violently, experiencing an unprecedentedly intense stimulation. "Ah... um..." Yingying couldn't help but moan, her juices flowing continuously.

Liu Zheng felt that her fleshy vulva tightly gripping his penis, soft and wet. Even the women he had slept with before, strong and experienced, couldn't withstand his penis the first time. Yet Yingying didn't cry out in pain. He was astonished by her succumbing to her vulva's abundance. Without further restraint, he began to thrust in and out forcefully.

"Squelch...squelch..." In an instant, her juices splattered, and moans filled the air. "Ah...I can't take it...I'm going to lose it..." In no time, Yingying was completely overwhelmed, sobbing uncontrollably. A strong sense of conquest surged within Liu Zheng. He gripped Yingying's firm breasts with both hands and thrust even more vigorously.

"Mmm...I came...ah..." Yingying's smooth, fair body convulsed violently, a thick stream of vaginal fluid gushing out. A warm current surged from her vagina, rushing to her limbs and bones, reaching an unprecedented climax. In her excitement, her full breasts thrust upwards, her body lifting off the table, forming an upward arch. Her body trembled incessantly, continuously releasing vaginal fluid, and a high-pitched moan escaped her throat.

Before she could descend from her peak, Yingying vaguely felt Liu Zheng climb onto the table, turning her soft, boneless mature body over and kneeling on it. Yingying's consciousness was still somewhat hazy, and she could only let him do as he pleased.

Yingying obediently lay on the table like a lamb, just feeling a cool sensation on her buttocks when a hot, thick penis pressed against her vagina from behind. Then, her body was slammed forward, and with a "whoosh..." sound, the entire massive penis penetrated her mature body. "Ah..." The intense penetration made her cry out involuntarily.

"Slap...slap..." Liu Zheng gripped Yingying's full breasts tightly with both hands, his abdomen slamming against her plump, white, and elastic buttocks, beginning another round of thrusting. Each time, his large, thick penis was pulled out completely and then inserted completely again, giving Yingying an unprecedented sense of depth.

"Ah...um..." Yingying's beautiful eyes were glazed over, her hair disheveled, her mature, snow-white body trembling rhythmically with each thrust. Liu Zheng's dark body pressed tightly against her snowy buttocks, his hips constantly undulating, and he couldn't help but say, "Holy Maiden, your body is truly wonderful, it feels so good to fuck you."

Yingying was completely immersed in lust at this moment, temporarily forgetting Chong Ge and her purpose. Her cunt received the exhilarating thrusting, and the pleasure of intercourse made her plump, white buttocks involuntarily undulate back and forth, responding to Liu Zheng's movements, making "slap...slap..." impact sounds.

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...it's coming again...ah...I'm coming..." One wave subsided, another rose. With the sounds of "plop...plop..." of intercourse, Yingying's head tilted back, her hair flying, her body trembling uncontrollably as she reached her peak again. Her vaginal

fluids gushed forth from their point of contact, flowing down her fair thighs and dripping onto the table... Seeing Yingying so wet and experiencing multiple orgasms, Liu Zheng became even more excited, thrusting harder and harder. Yingying slid down from her orgasm again. Although her vagina was still intensely stimulated, her consciousness gradually returned. Thinking of her earlier madness, she felt unbearably ashamed. She had been careless, turning a sham encounter into a real one with this lecherous man. Today's events were completely different from last night. She knew his identity, yet she still had intercourse with him—this was a complete betrayal. How could she, so wanton, face Chong-ge? Tears of regret welled up within her.

Thinking of this, although her body was still being assaulted, she felt somewhat numb. Liu Zheng, seeing that the beauty beneath him was no longer reacting, was surprised and couldn't help but ask, "Holy Maiden, am I fucking you uncomfortable?" Yingying's heart ached upon hearing this. Oh well, she was already a fallen flower, what chastity did she have left? Since she had made such a great sacrifice, she couldn't let it all go to waste. Today, this lecherous thief wouldn't be able to leave this room alive. With her mind made up, Yingying gritted her teeth and forced a smile, saying, "Ah... this lowly concubine is feeling so good... harder... don't stop..."

Liu Zheng was immediately relieved upon hearing this, but Yingying's mind was racing. The bronze candlestick was right in front of her, within reach, but this position of intercourse prevented her from seeing what was behind her, and she dared not act rashly. Could it be...? A thought struck Yingying, and an idea came to her mind. Although it was embarrassing, this was the only way.

Her pretty face flushed red, and she forced herself to say, "Ah...you're making this lowly concubine feel so good...are you tired...let this lowly concubine be on top..." Liu Zheng was overjoyed upon hearing this, never expecting Yingying to become so proactive. He figured she must have tasted the sweetness and was now acting against her will. He quickly said, "Good Holy Maiden, you truly understand and considerate." With a crisp "snap," he pulled his wet, thick penis out of her vagina, picked Yingying up, and made her straddle him before lying back on the table.

Yingying blushed with embarrassment, but her only option now was to make him ejaculate as quickly as possible and completely lower his guard. When he was completely infatuated, she would seize the opportunity to attack him, and she was sure to succeed in one fell swoop.

Thinking of this, Yingying abandoned her reserve and reached out her jade-like hand to grasp Liu Zheng's large penis. Upon touching it, she felt its hardness, heat, and immense size, causing her heart to pound wildly. She couldn't believe her own vagina could swallow such a behemoth; the sensation she had just experienced was ecstatic. She couldn't help but think to herself, if Chong-ge had such a treasure, she would be blissfully happy.

Riding on Liu Zheng, Yingying shyly aimed his penis at her vagina, hesitant to fully insert it, only grinding it against the entrance. After a while, realizing time was limited and the longer she delayed, the worse it would be for her, she gritted her teeth and forcefully lowered her plump, white buttocks… with a "plop," she swallowed the entire penis into her vagina.

"Ah…" A powerful wave of pleasure washed over her, and Yingying trembled all over. Her previously subsided desire erupted again, and her vagina involuntarily released a gush of fluid. She knew Liu Zheng's sexual prowess was extremely strong, making it difficult for him to ejaculate; it seemed she would have to use some methods to stimulate him. Yingying took a deep breath and began to slowly move her penis up and down.

She knew that to make a man ejaculate as quickly as possible, the woman engaging in intercourse with him had to be completely immersed. She cast aside her shame and stimulated him with words as she moved, panting, "Ah... your penis... is so thick... so long... it feels so good to fuck this lowly concubine... um..." As she spoke obscene words, the movement of her vagina quickened, "squelch... squelch..." The sounds of pleasure constantly emanated from their point of union.

Because she was so engrossed, Yingying's lust quickly rose to its peak. She almost frantically swallowed and spat out the large penis, reaching her clitoris with each thrust, stimulating her body to tremble wildly, and her vaginal fluids flowed continuously, running down the penis onto Liu Zheng's abdomen and testicles.

Yingying grabbed Liu Zheng's large hand and pressed it against her firm breasts, panting, "Ah... touch me quickly... yes... so powerful... I can't take it anymore... ah..." Seeing Yingying's wanton state, Liu Zheng's blood boiled. He grabbed her full breasts and thrust his hips upwards, cooperating with her movements, saying, "Holy Maiden... your little hole is so tight... am I as good as Linghu Chong...?"

Hearing him mention Linghu Chong, Yingying felt a pang of pain in her heart, but in order to please him, she had also become frantic, panting, "Good brother... you are the best... fuck me hard... I am yours... I'm ready to be fucked anytime... ah... it's coming again... harder... ah... let's do it together..." After saying that, she even reached out and grabbed Liu Zheng's large testicles.

On this large table, Yingying's flawless body straddled Liu Zheng, her mature and voluptuous flesh relentlessly manipulating him, her firm breasts heaving up and down, her mouth constantly uttering moans, their pubic hair intertwined, their genitals seamlessly joined together, love juices gushing out, making "splish...splish..." sounds with their movements.

Under Yingying's intense stimulation, Liu Zheng finally couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust his hips rapidly and said, "Holy Maiden... I'm about to ejaculate..." Yingying was overjoyed to hear this. Heaven rewards those who persevere; she had finally waited for this moment. But did she really want him to ejaculate inside her? Yingying gritted her teeth, disregarding everything else. She quickened the swaying of her snowy hips and gasped, "Ah... this lowly concubine is about to climax too... let's climax together... ah... shoot it all inside... um... it's burning this lowly concubine... ah..."

Liu Zheng's large penis plunged deeply into Yingying's vagina. His body trembled, and thick, hot semen gushed out with a "plop plop..." spraying out and irrigating the depths of Yingying's flower core. Her vagina was now like a boiling kettle, the waves of semen making her emit wanton moans. She almost ejaculated as well, but she forcibly held back. Seeing Liu Zheng's eyes closed, as if in a trance, she knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that would be fleeting.

Fearing he might scream in agony, Yingying suppressed her turmoil, pressed her full, white body forward, and kissed Liu Zheng's large mouth. She continued to sway her snowy hips, manipulating his trembling penis. At the same time, her right hand reached out and grasped the bronze candlestick. Her heart pounded wildly, and a flame of revenge surged within her. "You lecherous thief, die!" she cried, smashing the candlestick hard against Liu Zheng's temple…

Chapter Fifteen: Life and Death in the Martial World

Sorry for keeping you all waiting for this chapter ^_^ With this chapter, all three main characters have made their appearances. If you have a favorite character or would like to see another character appear, please leave a comment so I can plan their role in future chapters. After all, this story is for a wide readership. Without further ado, let's get to the story.

Liu Zheng closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of his union with Yingying. When Yingying's gentle, moist red lips kissed him, he recklessly sucked on her small, smooth tongue, his large hands roughly kneading her plump, white buttocks. His semen erupted from his penis like a volcanic eruption, irrigating the ravaged flower before him, completely unaware of the danger approaching.

Yingying's voluptuous body writhed tightly against him, absorbing every last drop of his semen into her vagina. Her eyes, however, were burning red with hatred. With all her might, she swung the candlestick. With a muffled thud, the heavy bronze candlestick slammed into Liu Zheng's temple. "Ugh..." Liu Zheng was in the throes of ecstasy when he was caught off guard by the beauty's sudden attack. He felt dizzy and blood gushed from his forehead, spraying Yingying's face.

Yingying's face flushed. She straightened her body, raised the candlestick high, and was about to smash it down again when she felt Liu Zheng's strong body thrash violently from the pain. The powerful force slammed into Yingying's snowy buttocks, throwing her delicate body away. With a crisp "smack," the thick penis slid out of her vagina, and Yingying's voluptuous body flew out.

Due to the force, when the large penis separated from her vagina, the intense friction sent waves of pleasure through Yingying's body. She could no longer hold back; her body was still in the air, but a tingling sensation ran through her lower body, and her vaginal fluids gushed out. "Ah..." Yingying couldn't help but cry out softly. Her snow-white, voluptuous body convulsed in the air, reaching the peak of lust once again.

The sound of the wind whistling in her ears made her dizzy, as if she were floating on clouds. With a "bang," Yingying fell heavily to the ground. She was immersed in her orgasm and felt no pain. Her full body lay supine on the floor, her smooth legs slightly parted, her hairy vulva faintly visible. As her body trembled, streams of milky white, viscous fluid

slowly flowed out. Liu Zheng rolled off the table, blood streaming down his face. He was in excruciating pain. His ugly penis was still throbbing, and semen continued to drip. He had been struck hard during his orgasm, and he was in a frenzy, his face contorted, looking extremely ferocious.

He went berserk, approaching Yingying step by step, his eyes flashing with malice as he stared viciously at her snow-white body. He snarled, "You slut, how dare you plot against me! You're tired of living! Today I'll grant your wish!"

Yingying's body was languid, her face flushed, still lingering from her orgasm. She slowly opened her beautiful eyes and saw that although Liu Zheng was injured, he was still full of energy. Despair filled her heart. She hadn't expected that after losing her inner strength, her power would be so weak that she couldn't even handle this lecherous thief. Thinking of this, tears streamed down her face.

As Liu Zheng's naked, ugly body slowly approached, Yingying knew all was lost. Heartbroken, she thought, "Brother Chong, I've done my best. Let's be husband and wife again in the next life." She had never bowed to anyone in her life, and this act of submission was all because of her sincere love for her lover. She was willing to endure humiliation and even lose her virginity. Now that her scheme had failed, it had exceeded her limit, and she no longer wanted to live.

Yingying, resolute in her death, picked up a candlestick beside her, struggled to her feet, raised an eyebrow, and shouted, "You lecherous scoundrel, today it's either you or me!" With a determined heart, she charged straight at Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng, still enraged from his previous injury, roared, "You slut, you're asking for death..." He struck Yingying with a palm strike. With a "bang," Yingying's delicate body flew out, crashing heavily against the wall before rolling to the ground, blood gushing from her mouth, seemingly beyond saving.

Upon seeing Yingying's horrific state, Liu Zheng froze on the spot. In his rage, he had completely forgotten that Yingying was now powerless. His strike would likely have killed her. He only dared to toy with Yingying because Yue Bufan wasn't at the manor. If she truly perished, how could he explain himself? Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The moment he sent Yingying flying, he seemed to feel a powerful backlash of internal energy, which vanished in an instant. Now, seeing Yingying's snow-white body curled up motionless on the ground, eyes closed, blood flowing beneath her, he rushed forward, checking her breath. He found it barely a whisper, and was filled with remorse.

Yingying was severely injured; her meridians felt shattered, and she could no longer move. However, the strike to her chest had actually broken her locked internal energy, instantly releasing it and helping to offset some of the force of the blow. Fortunately, Liu Zheng's skill wasn't deep; otherwise, that palm strike to the chest would have been fatal, even for a great immortal. Even so, Yingying was still seriously injured, only able to muster less than ten percent of her power.

With her inner strength restored, Yingying's will to live rekindled. She wasn't one to be easily defeated, but in her current state of severe injury, she was no match for this lecherous villain. In this critical moment, she suddenly remembered the "Turtle Breathing Technique" that Ren Woxing had taught her before his death.

This "Turtle Breathing Technique" was an extremely strange martial art; once activated, it could stop a person's heart from beating, cause them to stop breathing, lower their body temperature, and enter a state of suspended animation, slowly returning them to normal after several hours. When Ren Woxing first taught her this technique, Yingying only thought it was fun, never imagining it would come in handy later.

Even if this lecherous villain mistakenly believed she had died, how would he dispose of her body? She never imagined that she would have to gamble everything now. "Man proposes, God disposes," she thought, hoping for a chance to escape. Having made up her mind, Yingying painstakingly gathered her remaining true energy, silently reciting an incantation, allowing the energy to flow slowly through her meridians in a strange way.

Liu Zheng felt Yingying's breath weakening, and her limbs seemed to become limp. He reached out and touched Yingying's skin; it was icy cold. Startled, he quickly put his hand to her nose, only to find she wasn't breathing. She

was really dead! Liu Zheng was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. Yue Bufan had long been dissatisfied with him; if he found out about this and reported it to the sect leader, he'd be in

deep trouble. He couldn't help but blame himself for his recklessness. This matter absolutely could not be known to Yue Bufan. Now, the only option was to keep it a secret. But how to deal with those two boys outside? He was quite cunning. After a moment, he made up his mind, dressed, and went out to call Wu Feng and Li Yu in.

The two men, thinking they'd struck gold, entered excitedly, only to find Yingying lying in a pool of blood. They gasped in shock, exchanging bewildered glances. Wu Feng swallowed hard and asked, "Vice Hall Master Liu, what happened? She…"

Liu Zhengqiang, trying to remain calm, said, "That bitch ambushed me, and I killed her with a single blow." Hearing this, the two men were filled with regret and fear, their hearts pounding with panic. Li Yu trembled, saying, "Vice Hall Master, you're too…ruthless! Such a delicate beauty, and you've ruined her before we even…" Wu Feng also said, "What…what should we do? How are we going to explain this to the Hall Master when he returns?"

"We're all in this together now, no one can escape the consequences. With my seniority in the cult, no one dares to do anything to me, but you two..." Liu Zheng's gaze swept over their terrified faces, and he felt slightly relieved. He continued, "Hehe, you're probably going to meet the King of Hell. But with me here, you don't need to be afraid. As long as you listen to me, you'll definitely escape this calamity."

The two exchanged glances, knowing that this deputy leader was not only lecherous but also liked to boast. However, what he said made some sense. In the Demonic Cult, the lives of lowly minions were the most worthless. The two had been blinded by him and had developed lustful thoughts, leading to this situation. If the leader found out, he would be the first to punish them.

The two felt helpless, but now there was no way out. After a long while, Wu Feng said, "Deputy Leader Liu, we brothers are at your beck and call. Please save our lives." Li Yu also looked at Liu Zheng expectantly and nodded in agreement, as if he were their lifeline.

Liu Zheng laughed and said, "Good, that's a good brother. One of you stay here to clean up the bloodstains and dress this bastard. The other of you go out and find a sack. Remember, don't let anyone find out." The two had no choice but to do as he said.

In no time, the two had finished. Liu Zheng ordered them to put Yingying into a sack, tie the opening tightly, and then whispered, "You two sneak out through the back door, go to the back mountain, and throw this bitch off the cliff. After you've done that, hide outside for a few days before coming back. When you see Old Man Yue, tell him that for some reason this bitch regained her powers and captured you two, and that you managed to escape by any means necessary. I'll handle Old Man Yue for now."

The two were overjoyed upon hearing this. Li Yu said, "The deputy leader is indeed very thoughtful." Liu Zheng said impatiently, "Alright, enough talk, go and do your job." The two obeyed and left.

Li Yu scouted ahead, and Wu Feng followed behind carrying the sack. The two carefully arrived at the back garden, passed through a rockery, and exited through the back door. It was already afternoon, and the weather was hot. No one was out, and the two slipped out unnoticed.

The two walked along the mountain path towards the cliff behind the mountain. The path was very rugged, and it seemed that few people had ever traveled it. In some places, it was overgrown with weeds, making the journey quite difficult. The two walked cautiously, taking turns carrying Yingying on their backs, and soon they were both drenched in sweat.

Walking through a thicket of thorns, Li Yu's hand was cut, and he couldn't help but complain, "Damn it, what kind of hellhole is this? If I hadn't had to, I wouldn't have bothered coming here." Wu Feng quickly said, "Keep your voice down. Do you know why the Hall Master wouldn't let us come to the back mountain? We heard there's a master living here. We should finish our business and leave quickly, so as not to cause any trouble."

Li Yu said, "What master would live in such a hellhole? The Hall Master must have buried gold and silver treasures here, afraid that we would find them. Senior brother, Boss Liu is too dishonest. He had his fun and then killed the beauty. Not only did we not get what we wanted, but we also have to clean up his mess. Tell me, what's the point of all this?"

Wu Feng sighed, "Junior brother, stop complaining. Preserving your life is the most important thing. Lust is a double-edged sword. Haven't you suffered enough already? Last time at the 'Yunling Inn,' didn't you almost get killed by that ice beauty? And now I have to suffer with you."

Li Yu said excitedly, "Senior brother, speaking of that beauty last time, it was really..." Like a fairy descended from heaven, she was both beautiful and voluptuous. I simply held her and rubbed against her body through her clothes a few times before I couldn't help but ejaculate. This was the first time in my life I had seen such a captivating beauty. If she could lie on the bed and let me enjoy my lovemaking to my heart's content, I would die for it.

Wu Feng cursed, "What a reckless fool! You think you can always be so lucky? If you had met this young lady today, you would have died countless times."

Li Yu sighed, "Alas, what a pity. This Miss Ren was no less beautiful than that fairy. I thought I was going to have a wonderful day, but I didn't expect her to die so tragically. We are not fortunate enough to enjoy it."

After walking for a while, Wu Feng suddenly stopped and said, "Look, haven't we arrived?" Li Yu looked up and saw an open space in front of him. The mountain path ended at the end of the open space. He could see the distant mountains in the vastness opposite, which was indeed a cliff.

Wu Feng saw a large banyan tree at the edge of the cliff, with a smooth, large blue stone beneath it. He quickly walked over and placed Yingying on the stone. The two of them came to the edge of the cliff and peered out. They saw that the cliff was dozens of feet deep, with lush greenery and dense vegetation below, making them dizzy.

Wu Feng said, "Let's just leave it here. Throw her down there, and no one will even notice her body rotting away." Li Yu shook his head and said, "It's such a pity that such a delicate beauty is sleeping in a place like this." Wu Feng said impatiently, "She's already dead, what do we care about now? Let's get started."

Li Yu said, "Senior brother, I'm really not satisfied with what happened today. Even if she's dead, I want to take a few more glances." Seeing his dazed look, Wu Feng couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Junior brother, you should change your temper, or you'll suffer later. Alright, hurry up."

Li Yu untied the sack, took out Yingying's soft body, and placed it on the bluestone. Yingying lay on her back, her skin as soft as jade, her face peaceful, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her nose delicate and straight, her cherry lips luscious and moist. The dappled shadows of the trees reflected on her body, making her look like a sleeping beauty, without a trace of despair.

Li Yu couldn't help but cry out, "Senior brother, is she really dead?" Wu Feng came over upon hearing this. Seeing Yingying's appearance, he frowned slightly, reached out to check her breathing, and then felt her pulse. He shook his head and said, "Dead is dead. Don't fantasize. Hurry up and do it."

The mountain forest was unusually quiet in the afternoon. Yingying lay peacefully on the bluestone. Her thin clothes could not hide her beautiful figure. Her full and mature breasts stood high, and her clothes were slightly disheveled. Her snow-white and deep cleavage was faintly visible, which was very tempting. Li Yu's burning gaze could not be taken away, and his breathing became rapid.

He couldn't help but reach his trembling hand to Yingying's chest and pulled her clothes to the sides... A pair of full and firm jade breasts sprang out instantly. He felt a surge of heat and almost fainted. Her towering breasts were white and plump, as fresh and tender as freshly made tofu. Two delicate nipples were adorned on them, making people's hearts itch unbearably. He couldn't resist lunging forward, grabbing the pair of proud breasts with both hands and kneading them wantonly.

Wu Feng was also shocked at the sight, his throat becoming dry, and he whispered, "Junior brother, are you crazy? She... is already dead." Li Yu gasped, "A dead Ren Yingying is better than a hundred living beauties. Senior brother, let's do it together, haven't you been wanting to for a long time?" After saying that, he lowered his head to suck on the tender tips of the breasts.

Wu Feng was not as lustful as him, and said angrily, "Nonsense! If you want to play, play by yourself. I have no interest in playing with you." After saying that, he took a few steps away, sat down on the ground, and said again, "You can play, but don't actually go in. Corpse defilement is a great omen of bad luck. Be careful not to have no descendants."

Li Yu ignored Wu Feng and continued to bury his head in the full breasts, feeling that the breasts were smooth yet firm, truly the best of the best. He was engrossed in his play, unaware that the woman beneath him had undergone a change… The effects of the “Turtle Breathing Technique” gradually faded, and Yingying’s body temperature began to rise. Finally, her brows furrowed slightly, and she slowly awoke.

Yingying vaguely felt as if her skeleton had crumbled, the pain unbearable. Her internal energy was scattered and chaotic, like hundreds of slippery fish, impossible to grasp. Her mind was blank, her heartstrings pulsating with the flowing energy. Finally, she caught a large, slightly stronger stream of energy. This energy flowed with her will, constantly merging with smaller streams of energy wherever it went, growing larger and larger like a snowball. After several cycles, it finally reached its peak and merged into her dantian.

Yingying’s pain immediately lessened, her injuries improved somewhat, and her power recovered by two or three tenths. This was thanks to her family's secret martial arts technique. While Ren Woxing's internal energy cultivation method was unorthodox and prone to causing physical damage, it also had a remarkable effect on rapid recovery. Yingying's internal injuries were originally fatal, so her recovery to this extent was already quite remarkable.

Yingying's consciousness gradually returned. She slowly opened her eyes, and a blinding light shone upon her. She quickly closed her eyes, allowing her eyes, still adjusting to daylight, to rest. However, she felt waves of numbness and itching constantly emanating from her nipples, as if someone was playing with her breasts.

Where was she? Her consciousness became clearer, and finally, she remembered the "Turtle Breathing Technique," and everything that had happened before. She knew she wasn't dead. Her mind raced, and although her limbs were still aching, she knew her injuries were serious. Before assessing her surroundings, she dared not open her eyes again.

As her body gradually recovered, her senses became more acute. The sensation of her breasts being played with made her mind a jumbled mess. She didn't know who was on top of her—Yue Bufan? Liu Zheng? She suppressed her inner turmoil, trying her best to prevent her body from reacting in the slightest.

Suddenly, a voice entered her ears, "Junior brother, how can you still have such a great interest in a dead person? Enough is enough, hurry up and throw her off the cliff, lest something unexpected happens." Then, the fondling of her breasts stopped, and the person lying on top of her said, "Senior brother, I didn't expect Ren Yingying to be so wonderful even after death. I've already gotten carried away, just wait a little longer."

Upon hearing this, Yingying's mind cleared instantly. Judging from the voices, they were the two gatekeepers. One of them was molesting her, and the other was waiting nearby. They thought she was dead and were going to throw her off the cliff. Thinking of this, Yingying secretly felt lucky. If she had woken up even a moment later, she probably would have truly been annihilated.

Knowing she was seriously injured, she could barely manage with only these two petty thieves by her side, but if there were other experts, she was probably no match. Having learned from her failed attack on Liu Zheng, she dared not act rashly again and could only endure the humiliation and wait and see.

Suddenly, Yingying felt a smooth, warm buttocks straddling her lower abdomen. She heard Li Yu say, "Since I can't insert it into the lower part of a dead person, I'll play with the upper part." Yingying felt nauseous and extremely angry. The people of the Demonic Sect were truly beasts, not even sparing corpses.

Just then, a hairy fleshy rod pressed against her alluring cleavage, feeling burning hot. She knew what it was. This lecherous thief was so despicable, actually pressing that ugly thing against her breasts... Yingying was filled with shame and anger, secretly resentful. If she could escape this calamity today, she would definitely repay the humiliation she had suffered these past few days tenfold.

Immediately, she felt her breasts being grasped and squeezed together, tightly gripping his hot, throbbing penis. At the same time, she heard the lewd moans of the pervert, "Mmm...so good...this beauty's breasts are so big...so elastic...it feels so good..."

Li Yu grabbed Yingying's full, firm breasts with both hands, tightly gripping his penis. He felt as if his penis was trapped in warm, soft jade, the intense tightness making him feel intoxicated. A drop of fluid dripped from his urethra, falling into the deep cleavage. His soft testicles also dragged on Yingying's chest, and he couldn't help but rhythmically thrust his hips, making Yingying's breasts tremble like waves.

Yingying felt incredibly ashamed, but the pleasure of the thick penis rubbing against her breasts excited her, especially the slippery male semen covering her breasts, giving her a wet, indulgent feeling. Li Yu's thick pubic hair brushed against her breasts, giving her a faint sense of pleasure, and her lower body couldn't help but release a stream of fluid.

His penis grew increasingly hot, thrusting repeatedly into the snow-white waves of breasts. As the glans continued to flow with precum, the thrusting became smoother. Li Yu pressed his hands against the full breasts, his thumbs constantly teasing Yingying's small nipples. Although Yingying tried to endure, she couldn't stop her nipples from hardening. The intense lewdness of having her full breasts played with like this made her breathing slightly rapid.

Li Yu's burning gaze was fixed on Yingying's firm, mature breasts. His hot penis roamed freely within the waves of flesh, leaving a slippery trail wherever it went, occasionally emitting a "sizzling..." sound. Although this wasn't actual intercourse, the ecstasy surpassed all his previous encounters. He was completely immersed in lust, utterly oblivious to the changes in Yingying's body.

"Ah...so good...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to cum..." Li Yu panted heavily, beads of sweat sliding down his back. He thrust rapidly, unable to endure it any longer. His penis throbbed

, and streams of hot semen gushed out, all of it landing on Yingying's fair neck and exquisite face. Yingying's heart pounded wildly. The hot semen on her face burned her delicate body, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. The intense male stimulation made her wetness flow freely. She could only close her beautiful eyes tightly, trying to control her throbbing body. Suddenly, a stream of semen shot into her nostrils, making it hard for her to breathe. She could only open her small mouth and gasp for air. Unexpectedly, a stream of fishy-smelling semen then sprayed into her mouth. Her heart pounded, and her dry throat involuntarily throbbed as she swallowed it. A wave of nausea washed over her, and her brows furrowed.

After ejaculating, Li Yu finally noticed Yingying's change. He looked up and saw Yingying's expression, and his heart leaped with joy. She was still alive? Unable to contain his shock, he cried out, "Senior brother, look at her..."

Suddenly, Wu Feng let out a scream. Li Yu was horrified and jumped off Yingying's body. He saw Wu Feng lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, blood gushing from his neck. Li Yu rushed over, supporting Wu Feng's waist, and cried out in anguish, "Senior brother, what happened to you?" He saw a steel dart stuck in Wu Feng's throat, and he was already dead.

Without warning, Li Yu was stunned, staring blankly at the steel dart. Suddenly, he raised his head, his eyes scanning the surroundings in horror, and shouted, "Boss Liu, is that you? How could you do such a thing to your own brother?"

A cold laugh rang out, and a man stepped out of the bushes. It was none other than "Iron-Armed Azure Dragon" Liu Zheng. A sinister smile appeared on his face as he slowly said, "A small mind is no gentleman, and a man without ruthlessness is no true man. I had no choice. It's just that you all knew too much." "If you stay in this world, I won't be able to live in peace."

Upon hearing this, Li Yu's face turned deathly pale, and he trembled as he said, "You...you want to kill us brothers to silence us?" Liu Zheng sneered, "Smart. You weren't wrong

to follow me all this time. I always thought you had potential. Alas, what a pity." As Liu Zheng approached, Li Yu felt fear. He knew Liu Zheng was ruthless and he was no match for him. His legs trembled, and he unconsciously retreated. Suddenly, he lost his footing and screamed

as he plummeted to the bottom of the cliff. Liu Zheng quickly stepped forward and looked down the cliff. Li Yu was nowhere to be seen. Knowing that he had surely been smashed to pieces, he sneered, "That's fine. Saves me the trouble." Seeing Wu Feng's corpse at his feet, he kicked him down the cliff as well.

Now it was that woman's turn. The three of them disappeared together. Old Yue would surely think that those two lads were too bold and had kidnapped Ren Yingying to enjoy themselves. How could he possibly suspect Liu Zheng?

He turned to look at the blue stone, only to find it empty. There was no sign of Yingying. He was horrified. Where had she gone? He quickly looked around, and through the dense foliage, he saw a white figure running down the mountain. It was vaguely Yingying. He was filled with shock and anger. Yingying wasn't dead! Without thinking, he immediately gave chase.

While their attention had been diverted, Yingying naturally wouldn't miss this golden opportunity. She hid behind a banyan tree, quietly moving away until she was far enough away to run at full speed. Hearing Liu Zheng's angry shouts from afar, she knew he was chasing her. Her heart pounded with anxiety, and she became somewhat reckless. Yingying was still recovering from her

serious injuries. She recklessly used her inner energy, only to feel her blood churning, her internal organs feeling as if they were shattering. A sweet taste rose in her throat, and blood gushed out. Now, facing life and death, she was strong-willed and gritted her teeth, determined to hold on. Even if it meant death, she refused to fall into the hands of this lecherous thief again.

Normally, with Yingying's agility, even ten Liu Zhengs wouldn't be able to catch her. But now, however, she was exhausted, her inner energy rapidly depleting, and her movements becoming increasingly sluggish, allowing Liu Zheng to gradually close the distance.

Liu Zheng was secretly delighted, knowing that Yingying was seriously injured and wouldn't last much longer. He thought of capturing the beauty, finding a quiet place to hide her away, and enjoying endless bliss in the future. A smug smile appeared on his face as he shouted, "Holy Maiden, don't run anymore! Liu Zheng won't hurt you anymore!"

Yingying was furious upon hearing this and dared not delay for a moment. She only moved through the dense forest. Her inner strength was gradually waning, her legs growing heavier and heavier, and blood had already stained her clothes. At this moment, she was only able to hold on by her strong will. The leaves in the forest rustled like a surging tide, wave after wave, without end. Yingying's heart also surged with the turbulent waves. She fled hastily, not knowing which direction she was going.

Suddenly, a lush, open field appeared before them, leading to a narrow valley. A verdant fence encircled the valley entrance, with a simple bamboo gate in the center. Yingying's vision blurred, and she coughed up blood. Gritting her teeth, she wiped the cold sweat from her brow and rushed into the valley.

The wind whistled, and Liu Zheng landed before the bamboo gate. He looked up at the black characters above the gate, his face alternating between pale and flushed. He stared resentfully at Yingying's retreating figure, like a wild beast that had lost its prey.

"Banana Tree Cottage, Unauthorized Entry Will Be Punished," the inconspicuous words on the bamboo plaque seemed like an insurmountable chasm to him. "Are the people in this valley really that terrifying? Why doesn't even the sect leader dare to provoke them?" Liu Zheng had several urges to cross that gate, but his legs ultimately lacked the courage to move.

Watching Yingying's beautiful figure disappear into the valley, Liu Zheng sighed, "You chose the path to heaven but refused to take it, and you chose to walk into hell. Don't blame me for forcing you, Liu Zheng; it's just that you, woman, have a short life." Thinking of this, he dared not linger any longer and turned away angrily.

Yingying's movements grew slower and slower, and she felt dizzy, her chest aching as if it were being torn apart. She couldn't gather her inner energy, and could no longer move an inch. Her heart was filled with bitterness. "So be it, this is my fate, Yingying..." Everything went black before her eyes, and she collapsed onto the soft grass...

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