Dragon Soars Beyond the Universe (Complete) Author: Huang

"I've recently been visiting the martial arts world and found that many people either think Junhao is arrogant and conceited,
or dismiss him as a frivolous and unworthy figure."

Long Junjie's face was serious, his tone heavy, but he quickly changed the subject, continuing, "At eighteen, he defeated the Sword Saint, and from then on,
he was invincible. He's dashing and charming, attracting countless beauties. Although young, he has already reached his peak, enjoying all the glory and wealth, and it's difficult for him
to make any further progress. So, on the surface, Junhao seems content with a simple and extravagant life, squandering his potential. But the world is vast, and
defeat is hard to find. As the saying goes, the higher you climb, the colder it gets; invincibility is the loneliest thing."

"Brother..."

"Actually, isn't Jun'ao the same? Saying that my younger brother's aptitude is inferior is only
in comparison to my second brother, a genius that comes along only once in a century. He has you as his 'good' older brother, so no matter how hard he practices, it's all in vain. We really can't
blame him..."

Long Junjie continued with a gratified smile, "He's been rebellious and mischievous since childhood, a real spoiled brat. But
just now in the hall, I saw his steps were slow and his breathing deep, his internal strength clearly showing some progress. His tea-serving posture
was steady and methodical. I served him tea with three different variations, and Jun'ao remained unhurried, so his swordsmanship must have
improved as well."

"Don't tell my younger brother these things, I'm afraid he'll become complacent and lazy," Long Junjie said calmly.

Long Junhao nodded silently.

He admired his older brother from the bottom of his heart.

Outwardly extremely strong and cold, always prioritizing self-interest, he was actually perceptive and perceptive.

Coupled with his profound wisdom and composure, Long Junhao always believed that if it weren't for the serious illness he suffered in his youth, his elder brother's martial arts
skills would definitely surpass his own.

However, his elder brother seemed to have a complete understanding of his and his third brother's inner thoughts. But
beyond his concern for the family's honor and disgrace, did his seemingly iron-willed brother also harbor a hidden side...?

"In short, I plan to recruit martial arts practitioners and hold a martial arts tournament, both to promote the name of the Long family and
to make you the supreme master of the martial arts world."

Long Junjie's tone was calm, yet contained an air of dominance.

"What is your opinion of Yi Xingtian, second brother?"

Long Junhao pondered for a moment, then said calmly, "...Yi Xingtian is nothing but a broken sword."

The Huashan Sect Leader, Yi Xingtian, was known for his integrity and upholding order in the martial arts world. In recent years, his influence had surpassed that of the
Shaolin monk Zhiguang, making him a de facto leader of the martial arts alliance.

However, Long Junhao believed that Yi Xingtian was secretly a narrow-minded, sinister, and despicable person.

One can judge a person by their sword.

The Huashan lineage is renowned for its upright and honorable swordsmanship.

Yi Xingtian, however, possesses exceptionally fierce swordsmanship, his attacks often resulting in death or injury, devoid of any peaceful intent. Moreover, in
terms of sheer skill, he is virtually unmatched in the martial world. Yet, his moves are often insidious and ruthless, lacking
the grandeur of a grandmaster, fully revealing his character. Those with lower martial arts skills

find Yi Xingtian's swordplay ruthless and unstoppable, far superior to their opponents.

Conversely, when Yi Xingtian is at a disadvantage, he lacks the will to turn the tide, often resorting to underhanded tactics under
the guise of justice, such as overwhelming the weak with sheer numbers. Although, after mastering his swordsmanship,
few in the martial world can withstand his devastating blows.

The sword changes the man, and the man changes the sword.

In Long Junhao's eyes, Yi Xingtian was nothing more than a dry well whose depths were easily discernible…

“Very good, because that's what I think too. Yi Xingtian wouldn't last three moves against Junhao’s sword.”

Long Junjie smiled brightly.

“I know I have no interest in the empty title of the number one martial artist. In truth, I am not so attached to it, but for the sake
of establishing a foundation for the family for generations to come, you and I must make sacrifices…”

Long Junhao silently turned around, deftly drawing his Invincible Sword from his waist.

“I will not let you down.”

The sharp blade reflected a rainbow of colors in the afterglow of the setting sun…

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To prepare for the martial arts tournament, Long Junjie stayed for less than three days, not even entering his own bedroom
, before hurriedly leaving Long Family Manor.

No sooner had Long Junjie left than Qiu Nishang arrived gracefully.

People from the martial arts world don't adhere to the rigid rules of ordinary people. Qiu Nishang, along with several sedan chairs and dozens of horse-drawn
carriages laden with various goods, arrived at the Long Family Manor in a grand procession.

The Long brothers greeted them at the gate according to custom.

"I wonder if the title of the most beautiful woman in the capital is truly deserved,"

Long Jun'ao peeked out, trying to find the beauty.

"Shh, don't be rude!" Long Junhao raised an eyebrow and scolded.

Qiu Nishang slowly stepped out of the sedan chair, and with just one glance, Long Junhao was completely stunned.

It wasn't a breathtaking beauty.

Her completely unadorned, pure face was composed of naturally exquisite features, ethereal and otherworldly, like
a fairy untouched by worldly affairs.

Her eyes were calm and deep, her sparkling pupils like stars in the dark night. Her unadorned skin
was flawless, and her full lips were a natural pink. The white dress and skirt accentuated her flawless, pristine whiteness, almost
blinding.

Sadly, there was no smile on her beautiful face.

Liu Ruyan's name vanished from his mind instantly—no, at this moment, Long Junhao's heart was already full,

leaving no room for any other name…

More piercing than the sword saint's crane, it was unavoidable, unstoppable, piercing his heart. Yet, he
felt no pain, only a strange sweetness.

Qiu Nishang approached the two, her slender figure seemingly fragile, as if a gust of wind would lift her up. With a
unique rhythm, her movements and glances were like a fairy riding the clouds.

Strangely, despite her ethereal beauty, Long Junhao couldn't help but think of a fairy's alluring posture on a robe. His innocent
face flushed with excitement, and his lower body reacted immediately.

Long Jun'ao, standing beside her, stared blankly, his mouth agape.

Qiu Nishang seemed to have long been accustomed to the men's gaze; her indifferent jade-like face remained unchanged, and her watery eyes swept over the two of
them without lingering.

"Sister-in-law is truly a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in history." Qiu Nishang's gaze snapped Long Jun'ao out of his infatuation
, and he chuckled foolishly, "Brother, you're so lucky."

Equally captivated by Qiu Nishang's beauty, Long Jun'ao's genuine and natural expression made Long Junhao
feel ashamed of his own infatuation.

"...Long...Junhao?"

Bright eyes gazed into the distance, a soft and alluring voice like celestial music.

The simplest question left the usually dashing Long Junhao speechless; his throat seemed choked
, unable to utter a single word or syllable.

Sweat beaded on his forehead. Long Junhao gestured with his eyes to stop his astonished younger brother from making sarcastic remarks, while he nodded awkwardly
.

But Qiu Nishang didn't even wait for Long Junhao's reply; she had already left...

Lanterns and decorations were everywhere; the wedding day was fast approaching.

Long Junjie couldn't return in time.

To avoid delaying the auspicious time, the wedding was decided to proceed as planned.

Qiu Nishang's expression remained unchanged, revealing neither disappointment nor resentment. Perhaps her good upbringing maintained her usual
aloofness, or perhaps she had little expectation for this marriage based on mutual benefit.

That night, Qiu Nishang, having removed her crimson gown and phoenix crown, gazed alone at the moon reflected in the pond.

Long Junhao stood alone on the rooftop, intently watching. He

was completely silent, making no sound.

Although he hadn't overstepped any boundaries, he didn't want his "sister-in-law" to discover his presence.

Was it a guilty conscience that prevented him from meeting Qiu Nishang's ethereal gaze, or her cold indifference that made
him hesitate, even to the point of avoiding her?

At this moment, Long Junhao suddenly realized that his previous nonchalance towards women stemmed from his complete
indifference towards them.

He was indifferent to their affectionate gazes and their cold rejections; neither held
any weight in his heart, even though the latter had never occurred.

The torment of wanting to accept but also resisting, the anxiety of gaining and losing—these are the common ailments of "ordinary people," now
tormenting the invincible hero day and night, especially since the treasure he craved was something that belonged entirely to someone else.

Before Qiu Nishang, he didn't even know what to do with his hands and feet…

Night deepened, and Qiu Nishang went inside sometime during the night, leaving Long Junhao standing alone until dawn.

Long Junjie rushed home the next morning, and before he could even unload his luggage, he burst into Long Junhao's room.

"Everything's been discussed! The location is Mount Hua," Long Junjie said. "To prevent that old man Yi Xingtian from saying our
Long family has a geographical advantage, this time I want him to lose convincingly."

Long Junhao listened silently to his brother, every detail of the martial arts tournament's procedures and arrangements meticulously explained.

"Is something wrong?"

Long Junjie finally noticed his younger brother's unusual expression.

Long Junhao looked at the large red double happiness symbol on the door and gave a bitter smile.

"Brother, I thought it was something serious," Long Junjie said dismissively. "Marriage isn't something that happens overnight, what's
a difference of a day or two? But the martial arts tournament can't be neglected in the slightest."

The topic immediately returned to personnel arrangements.

Long Junhao forced a smile, seemingly oblivious to the Long family's grand plans for the future...

Days passed, and the shrewd and composed Qiu Nishang began to take charge of the Long family's affairs. She was usually
very gentle and polite, without any airs, but she always gave off a sense of aloofness
, not arrogance or contempt, but a barrier. A

natural barrier.

Her noble temperament and elegant demeanor made people unconsciously feel inferior, creating a sense of distance.

An invisible chasm also stretched between Long Junhao and Qiu Nishang, seemingly worlds apart, yet unreachable. She
took meticulous care of the Long brothers, especially Long Junhao, catering to his every whim in daily life.
Yet, her beautiful eyes never reflected his image.

The more indifferent and cold she was, the more agitated Long Junhao became. He didn't know what he was begging for
or fantasizing about; the overwhelming love was driving him almost mad.

"I'd rather she hate me..."

Long Junhao shouted hoarsely, as if Qiu Nishang were right before him.

"That night, I drank a lot..."

"Uncle, please stop."

Fan Fang gently stopped Long Junhao from continuing.

A woman's intuition gave Fan Fang a vague idea of the story's ending

... a tragedy.

"No, I have to say it!" Long Junhao shouted, "I've kept this hidden in my heart for too long..."

That night...

Shaolin Zhiguang declined to attend the martial arts tournament, and Long Junjie had already lingered at the Shaolin Temple for some time; Long Jun'ao went to keep his appointment
at Xinghua Tower, leaving the vast Long Family Manor suddenly deserted.

Taking out a bottle of aged Daughter's Red wine hidden deep in the cellar, Long Junhao drank directly from the jar.

There were no other side dishes;
the image of a beautiful woman accompanied the strong liquor. He gulped down the wine, and the jar was soon empty, yet the image of her remained vivid in his mind.

Having tasted all kinds of fine wines since childhood, Long Junhao naturally possessed an excellent tolerance for alcohol. Coupled with his mastery of martial arts, he had
n't felt drunk for a long time.

The wine didn't intoxicate him; he intoxicated himself.

Tonight, Long Junhao's cheeks were flushed, and he was already quite drunk. Following his deepest desires, he staggered
towards Qiu Nishang's house.

As usual, Long Junhao didn't intend to enter. He only wanted to look through the window at Qiu Nishang's reflection in the glass
, and perhaps even hear her voice.

But unlike usual, a strange moan was coming from the room…

remarkably similar to Qiu Nishang's delicate, alluring, yet slightly aloof voice. Just as Long Junhao was trying to determine if it was
a hallucination caused by drunkenness, the moaning behind the door became even more urgent.

His drunkenness vanished instantly.

Long Junhao's senses immediately sharpened; every murmur in the room was exceptionally clear, and he could even smell…
A faint, alluring fragrance wafted in, but amidst the woman's seductive scent lay a strange undertone

… a bewitching incense, "Soul-Stealing and Bone-Corroding."

Long Junhao boldly took a step forward, only to discover a familiar figure lurking in a corner. He approached nimbly,
casually knocking the man unconscious. Even though the man's face was masked, he recognized him instantly as his younger brother, Long
Jun'ao.

This should be the most intense moment at Xinghua Tower.

The bulge in his chest pocket must be the "Soul-Stealing and Bone-Corroding" incense.

Before Long Junhao could figure out how to solve his current predicament, a murmur drew his attention to the room . Through
the thin paper window, he could already see everything inside.

Qiu Nishang's face remained cold and unapproachable, her usually bright eyes now shrouded in a
hazy mist, like the moon hiding behind clouds. Her perfect body swayed naturally, clad only in a small garment,
revealing the entire scene from Long Junhao's dreams.

Long Junhao didn't know what was happening; in a daze, he found himself in a boudoir.

He wrapped his arm around Qiu Nishang's slender waist, pulling the beauty into his embrace.

Her starry eyes were half-open, her sweet sighs swirling around his ear. The warmth of Qiu Nishang's body transferred to his palms, and Long Junhao
's heart nearly leaped out of his mouth. Her delicate, tender breasts peeked out from under her red bodice, like
bamboo shoots after rain, beautifully shaped and erect, their faint rosy hue even more alluring.

It was like a dream, no, even in dreams there was no such paradise, no such beauty.

Long Junhao's tongue slid across the shallow cleavage of her breasts, biting open the bodice's knot. Her incredibly elastic breasts
immediately sprang out, filling the air with a sweet fragrance.

His large hands gently kneaded her delicate breasts, the white peaks changing shape, the soft flesh seemingly
melting on his fingers, the shy buds already swelling restlessly.

"No...no...don't!"

Startled awake by the bold and direct action, Qiu Nishang cried out, her face flushed.

"Hiss!"

With Long Junhao's force, her thin clothes tore into several pieces, leaving the beautiful woman completely naked.

Qiu Nishang was now exposed to a man other than her husband.

The tearing of her barely concealing clothing held a symbolic meaning far exceeding
reality for the pure Qiu Nishang. Long Junhao used this cruel reality to completely subdue his cold-hearted sister-in-law.

Her small hands pushed against the man's chest, Qiu Nishang still trying to resist, but Long Junhao lifted her naked body and forcefully
kissed her luscious red lips.

"Oh~oh."

A nasal, ambiguous moan escaped Qiu

Nishang's lips. His tongue pried open her teeth, and Long Junhao licked Qiu Nishang's lips with relish. The sweet saliva surpassed any fine wine;
Long Junhao greedily sucked, their wet, hot tongues intertwining intensely.

Although the fairy before him exuded allure, Long Junhao did not force himself on her. Instead, his hands gently
roamed over Qiu Nishang's body, over her firm, pert breasts, slender waist, and shapely, full buttocks. His
palms were incredibly hot, and with the stimulation of his internal energy, the woman's senses were amplified several times over. He teased her swollen nipples
, lightly explored her adorable navel, and rubbed along her buttocks. When his fingertips slid over the forbidden area on her inner thighs, Qiu Nishang couldn't
help but moan.

Between her tightly closed legs, a wet and sticky paradise already existed, filled with a strange fragrance. Her neatly trimmed
black pubic hair was as smooth as silk. Her shy clitoris bloomed on the man's tongue, her full lips opening and closing wantonly
, overflowing with nectar.

The icy fairy had completely lost herself under the influence of the drug and seductive tricks.

"It's so hot... I'm so hot..."

Qiu Nishang's words were indistinct, her eyes filled with lust.

"...Jun...Jun...fuck me quickly."

"Plop!" With a sound, the stiff dragon root plunged into her wet secret place without hesitation.

"Mmm!" Qiu Nishang bit her lower lip, not letting out a sound; this was already her limit of endurance.

The narrow, hot honey hole rhythmically squeezed the man's dragon root, the warm flesh walls tightly surrounding it, constantly writhing
. A powerful suction from deep within led Long Junhao to explore the secret realm, slowly penetrating deeper into the secret place. With each step forward
, the attraction and friction became more intense, and the unspeakable pleasure boiled over.

"Nishang, I love you so much, you belong to me!"

The dragon head pressed against the plump, soft flower core, the moist spring tide overflowing, seeping into it, a warm, tingling
pleasure spreading from the tip to the whole body. Long Junhao, abandoning his brute force, began thrusting with varying depths of penetration, a slow, deliberate
grinding, relentlessly violating his beautiful sister-in-law.

Qiu Nishang's alluring face rested obediently on Long Junhao's shoulder, like his little wife.
Under the raging waves of passion, Qiu Nishang was weak and powerless, only able to silently endure.

The overwhelming tide, wave after wave, seemed endless. Long Junhao's desire, erupting uncontrollably,
was beyond his control, surging towards unknown territories.

Finally, a surge of satisfaction coursed through him, and his scalding semen gushed uncontrollably.
Watered by the burning seed, Qiu Nishang writhed wildly, her slender waist almost breaking, her white buttocks arching,
allowing the dragon's root to penetrate even deeper, chasing the climax that instantly took her breath away.

After the lovemaking, the noble beauty was covered in thick white stains.

However, the momentary release couldn't quell Long Junhao's pent-up desire, and he pounced on the beauty's
body again. It seemed Long Junhao wasn't the only one who had lost his reason under the influence of lust; front and back, top and bottom, like beasts,
the two frantically shifted between various obscene positions.

The sounds of flesh colliding were incessant, and a thick, lewd atmosphere filled the entire room.

The strange smoke had dissipated, and the bewilderment on Qiu Nishang's face had gradually faded, replaced by an even more
intense desire and attachment, her bright red lips adorned with a thin, sticky strand of saliva. The beauty
trembled violently against the man's powerful body; although she had almost exhausted all her strength, their joined parts remained tightly intertwined.

"Ah~ Ah!"

Long Junhao forcefully released the last surge of desire within him, collapsing limply onto Qiu Nishang…

After an unknown amount of time, Long Junhao, disheveled, stepped out of the house. He was met by a handsome
young man with an agitated expression.

The two brothers faced each other, right and wrong clashing in their minds, an awkward silence hanging in the air.

"Little brother..."

There was no answer.

A flash of white light, and Long Junhao suddenly thrust out his sword.

The sword light swirled and changed in countless ways, the tip faintly exuding a chilling aura.

The longsword was at his throat in an instant, and Long Junhao suddenly realized with shock that his mischievous little brother
had somehow acquired such exquisite swordsmanship.

Before the sword was even drawn, he flicked his wrist, preemptively blocking the oncoming attack with swift and skillful precision,
sealing off all of his opponent's counterattacks.

Even a top-tier martial arts master would be unable to advance their sword even an inch at this moment, but Long Junhao
's attack was once again unexpected. As if anticipating his opponent's counterattack, the longsword instantly transformed from a thrust
into a horizontal slash, a rainbow-like arc aimed at Long Junhao's chest.

...Long Junhao indeed possessed dragon blood.

The urgency of the situation did not affect Long Junhao; his handsome eyes showed no fear, but rather gleamed with excitement
. Long Junhao instantly detached himself from the conflicts and brotherly rivalry, transforming into a
pure swordsman, instinctively wielding the invincible...

perfect arc, shattering Long Junhao's extremely skillful swordsmanship.

A neat sword wound severed the meridians in his wrist, sword energy piercing through, the wound immediately twisting and contorting, blood gushing
out like a red waterfall, instantly staining both men's faces crimson.

Looking at his fallen brother, Long Junhao unconsciously took three steps back, his handsome face as pale as paper,
his right hand gripping the invincible sword trembling.

One sword strike.

With a single sword strike, he destroyed his younger brother's lifelong hard work.

Long Junhao had never experienced "invincibility" so profoundly...

He sprinted away.

Long Junhao desperately wanted to escape the cruel reality before him, but a shout made him stop and turn around
. A light green silk scarf fluttered in the wind.

It was Qiu Nishang's personal item; Long Junhao had just used it to wipe the tears from the beautiful woman's face.

An unexpected person stood quietly behind him.

For over twenty years, Long Junhao had never seen his elder brother with such an expression.

The deep and reserved Long Junjie had always kept his emotions hidden; victory wouldn't make him lose his composure, nor would defeat make him
lose his mind. Calmness had always been his principle in dealing with people and things.

Now, this most composed man in the world was like a raging beast, his eyes bloodshot, his teeth clenched so
tightly his lower lip almost bled, his lips a hideous bluish-purple.

Long Junhao couldn't imagine that beneath his brother's indifferent attitude towards his wife lay such intense and profound
love.

"Draw your sword!" Long Junjie roared, his trembling sword tip pointing at Long Junhao's heart. "Draw your sword now!"

Long Junhao didn't draw his sword. The scene of his underling's wrist spurting blood was still deeply imprinted in his mind, haunting him. He stood there

like a wooden statue , slowly closing his eyes... 　　"Beast, do you think I wouldn't dare kill you?" 　　A sharp pain came, not in his chest, but in his shoulder, just inches away. 　　Inexplicably, at this critical moment of life and death, Long Junhao recalled the words of a wandering fortune teller from his childhood: 　　"This is an extremely perfect destiny, destined to reach the pinnacle of glory and wealth. However, such extraordinary fortune cannot be shared by others. Like the rising sun in the sky, it is beautiful to look at from afar, but cannot be looked at directly; like a peerless sword, one can admire its exquisite craftsmanship , but carelessly handling it risks mutilation and injury." 　　The old man stroked his beard and sighed: "Destined to be invincible for life, yet lonely for life." 　　The pain in his shoulder intensified, his mind went blank, and his consciousness began to blur and become unreal... 　　After slowly waking up in Long Family Manor, he suddenly realized that everything had changed: 　　Qiu Nishang had committed suicide, his brothers were missing and their fates unknown, and Long Yutan was seriously ill. 　　Long Junhao wanted to end his life. 　　However, a woman who was not the most beautiful among his many confidantes, nor was she the one he loved the most, insisted on staying by his side to spend the rest of his life, gently comforting all his pain. 　　Thus, "Long Junhao" died. 　　He did not die. 　　Having relinquished his invincible reputation and luxurious lifestyle, he built a small cottage in the countryside and 　　lived 　　a 　　simple 　　life ever 　　since 　　… ＊　　　　　　　　　　　... 　　"Actually, she admits she lied..." Trouble whispered, "In her heart, she didn't see you as an elder, she saw you as her lover..." 　　Her full breasts nestled against Long Junhao's chest, the last few words barely audible. 　　"I'm an unlucky person," Long Junhao gently shielded Trouble's shoulders, saying softly, "Those who love me and those I love are destined..." 　　Unable to utter any more words of refusal, the girl's burning lips gently sealed his, her delicate tongue slowly 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　sliding inside...

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