Wuxia/Fantasy/Enchanting Prodigy 1-2

Prologue:

A poem says: In the beginning, heaven and earth were hidden in chaos;

the moon hid and the stars shifted, the continent began to emerge;

time flowed by, and life appeared

; demons danced wildly, and war raged

; when humanity came, it was

uniquely blessed; the favor of heaven and earth was bestowed upon it; vying for supremacy

in the Central Plains, heroes rose up

; slaying demons and monsters

, advancing triumphantly; all races bowed their heads, creating heaven and earth

; ruling the vast expanse, it was named Chuanwu.

This poem is the origin of the Chuanwu Continent!

Five thousand years have passed, the flames of war have long since vanished, but people still talk about the tens of thousands of years of history of the Chuanwu Continent
with great interest, with various versions circulating, but those who truly understand this history are mostly
gone, and no one is willing to delve into these ethereal histories anymore.

The Chuanwu Continent of today is no longer the glorious continent of the hundred races' war, but its cruelty is no
less!

Ten powerful families with deep-rooted foundations emerged, recruiting numerous disciples and gathering a multitude of experts. They divided and ruled,
jointly controlling the power and wealth of the Martial Arts Continent.

However, these ten behemoth families were also fiercely competitive, engaging in bloody battles at the slightest provocation, leaving corpses strewn across the
battlefields—a conflict no less brutal than that between two armies.

Countless smaller sects, caught between the spheres of influence of these powerful families, could only
survive by submitting to them, daring not to make any move lest they be slaughtered and suffer unspeakable misery.

The cruelty of this situation is evident.

Thus, the Martial Arts Continent became a world of martial arts combat.

The story of this book, except for the beginning, does not take place on this blood-soaked continent, so it will not
be discussed further.

Volume One: Survival After Calamity,

Chapter 1: Disaster Approaches, Unquenchable Hatred

The western border of the Martial Arts Continent is now controlled by the "Cloud Gate," one of the ten most powerful families.

The "Yunmen" sect governs thousands of large and small sects, all dependent on it for survival and forced to accept
its various unequal rules, one of which is the Martial Arts Tournament. Held

every four years, the tournament is presided over by a master of the "Yunmen" and takes place on a small island in the western sea
. Every sect and family under the "Yunmen" must nominate three new members to participate in an elimination tournament. The
matches are fought in pairs, with no restrictions on weapons or techniques, and even death is a possibility. Ten lucky winners are selected
, receiving a valuable martial arts manual from the "Yunmen" Wan Jing Pavilion as encouragement.
Those with exceptional talent may even gain the favor of the "Yunmen" and be recruited as honorary outer disciples.

For many sects, the Martial Arts Tournament is a bittersweet experience. Martial arts combat inevitably results in bloodshed and even death, which is like adding insult to injury

for small sects already struggling to survive . However, obtaining the qualification of an outer disciple of "Yunmen" elevates the sect's status , even giving them the chance to become a vassal sect of "Yunmen." Such an opportunity is an irresistible temptation for many sects . 　　These thousands of sects, large and small, all know very well that the so-called martial arts tournament is "Yunmen's" ultimate means of firmly controlling them—unrestricted weakening of their respective strengths, making "Yunmen" increasingly dominant. 　　However, all ancient martial artists are well aware of this, yet cannot refuse! 　　This is the reality, this is the tragedy of martial artists! 　　Yixingmen is just an insignificant small sect in the vast land under the rule of "Yunmen," nestled deep in the mountains , calling itself "Mountain Gate" and finding joy in its hardship. 　　Since ancient times, martial arts have been predominantly male-dominated, with very few female martial artists reaching the level of Grandmaster. Even those few who do achieve this level typically reside within the so-called Ten Great Families, having no connection whatsoever with these smaller sects. 　　Therefore, the dominance of women over men is a universal tragedy for practitioners in these smaller sects. 　　Eight or nine out of ten disciples in these smaller sects are women, naturally because any male disciples with potential are snapped up by the larger sects. Smaller sects, lacking competitive strength, cannot attract any promising male disciples. 　　The history of the Yi Xing Sect is only fifty years old. Its first sect leader, Zhao Dongshi, trained diligently for twenty years to reach the pinnacle of skill before founding the sect. Including his own daughter, Zhao Shuying, he only recruited nine disciples. Of these nine disciples, only three were male. Ten years later, Zhao Dongshi passed the mantle of sect leader to his eldest male disciple, Feng Ren. 　　The path of ancient martial arts cultivation has eight major realms: Entry, Minor Success, Proficiency, Expertise, Major Success, Perfection, Grandmaster, and Supreme Grandmaster. 　　Martial artists from ordinary sects can at best reach the Major Success level; even Perfection level masters are rare. Sects with some foundation may have a handful of Grandmaster level martial artists, which is already a rare feat. The true gathering place of Grandmasters is naturally the ten major families that rule the Martial Arts Continent. There are even rumors that each major family has at least one supreme Grandmaster level expert. 　　A piece of history circulates on the Martial Arts Continent: thousands of years ago, the strongest beings on the continent were not Supreme Grandmaster level martial artists, but rather those even more powerful. These people were not martial artists, but were respectfully called cultivators. A cultivator with a mid-level cultivation could easily annihilate a Supreme Grandmaster level ancient martial arts expert with a flick of their finger … 　　Of course, this is just a rumor, and there is no evidence to support it. 　　Within the Yi Xing Sect, even the first sect leader, Zhao Dongshi, was only at the Great Completion Realm. His successor, Feng Ren , possessed exceptional talent, surpassing his predecessor, and showed signs of breaking through to the True Realm at the age of thirty, yet lacked the opportunity to do so. As for the other second-generation disciples, they hovered around the Great Completion Realm. The entire sect lacked a single True Realm expert. 　　Now, ten years later, the second-generation disciples have become elders of the sect, and the third-generation disciples have also entered. The one with the best talent is Yang Xu, a seven-year-old orphan whom Zhao Dongshi's daughter, Zhao Shuying, unexpectedly found in the mountains twelve years ago.Yang Xu was originally a farm boy from an ordinary family. His parents made a living by fishing at sea. Although life was hard, the family was happy. However, when Yang Xu was five years old, his parents went out to sea to fish and never returned. Yang Xu then became...

An orphan, the only thing his parents left him was a strangely shaped piece of jade. The destitute and helpless young Yang Xu cried
until his voice was hoarse, clutching the jade as a solace.

For two years, young Yang Xu wandered between villages and mountains, surviving on wild food and scraps, occasionally venturing deep into the mountains
to hunt pheasants and rabbits for food. He was almost in despair when he was unexpectedly
encountered by Zhao Shuying, the daughter of the leader of the Yi Xing Sect.

To seven-year-old Yang Xu, the sixteen-year-old Zhao Shuying, dressed in a black, fitted cloak, with skin as white
as snow, a face as beautiful as a painting, and an unparalleled grace, was breathtakingly beautiful and coldly awe-inspiring. She was like a celestial
being descended from heaven, a goddess descended to earth. The image of young Zhao Shuying was deeply rooted in Yang Xu's young heart, unforgettable from that moment on
.

Countless days and nights, as Yang Xu gradually came to understand human affairs, he would often find his undergarments soaked with tears in his midnight dreams,
the intimate moments of which he could not share with outsiders.

Yang Xu was also very promising; having entered the sect at the age of seven, he was now only nineteen, yet he had become the most accomplished of all the third-generation disciples
. At such a young age, he had already reached the Profound Realm, second only to his second-generation senior aunts and uncles.

The only thing that puzzled Yang Xu was why, when he entered the Yi Xing Sect at seven, Zhao Dongshi was still the sect leader. Why
didn't Zhao Dongshi accept him as his last disciple? Instead, he had his eldest disciple, Feng Ren, accept disciples on his behalf. According to the subtle hints from the other senior aunts and uncles,
it seemed that Feng Ren had actively sought to be accepted as a disciple by Zhao Dongshi.

Of course, every mistake has its advantage. Yang Xu has now become a highly sought-after disciple of the sect leader,
one of the three most qualified to contend for the throne of the third-generation sect master, and even has the potential to break through the limits of a small sect's martial artist, reaching the Grandmaster
level. He's known for his chivalrous deeds and spreading the Yi Xing Sect's unique skills throughout the continent!

Even Yang Xu himself believes he has a bright future ahead, and is confident he can rival
the rising star hailed as the most talented in the martial arts world.

Rumor has it that this young man, roughly the same age as Yang Xu, is not only gentle and refined, but
also of noble birth and incomparably handsome. At such a young age, he's already close to the Grandmaster level, radiating brilliance,
the object of admiration for countless young ladies and noblewomen, and the most promising young person in the world to reach the highest Grandmaster level!

But Yang Xu believes that it won't be long before he catches up with him, and even surpasses him!

Originally, Yang Xu's trajectory had been steadily developing according to the future envisioned by his patriarch, Zhao Dongshi. However
, a sudden change shattered all of this!

A despicable conspiracy forced Yang Xu, once the most promising heir to the Yi Xing Sect, to
flee for his life!

Yang Xu couldn't understand how this vile and shameless plot could have befallen him. A rising
star was now forced to run like a stray dog; it was utterly despicable. No wonder some describe
women as: beautiful as peach blossoms, but with hearts of venomous snakes!

Having caused such a calamity, Yang Xu secretly hated his greatest weakness—his inability to
resist the allure of women! A moment of carelessness could trigger an uncontrollable desire for a woman he admired or who was beautiful, and once that desire
took hold, it was almost impossible to suppress!

Vaguely, he remembered the days when his parents were still alive. A mysterious old man visited, observing the four-year-old Yang Xu for a long
time before declaring: "A body with excessive Yang energy is a rare find, only appearing once in a thousand years. Solitary Yang energy is short-lived; fate attracts unwanted attention! Is it destiny? Or calamity? Fate
is unpredictable!"

At that time, Yang Xu was too young to understand, but now, as he grows older, he often feels a shiver of unease.

This impending doom seems to be a fulfillment of the mysterious old man's twenty-six-word prophecy?

Even as he fled, Yang Xu was still recalling the cause of all this, racking his brains trying to figure out why—

"Xu'er, what do you think of Fifth Master Aunt?"

Just yesterday evening after dinner, Fifth Master Aunt Zhang Yiying approached Yang Xu, who was preparing to go to the training room for evening practice, and
called him to a corner in the backyard. Before Yang Xu could even greet her, she preemptively

asked this question. Yang Xu was completely stunned!

This decisive and efficient Fifth Master Aunt had little interaction with Yang Xu on a daily basis. Aside from the normal senior-
junior relationship within the sect, they had no private dealings.

Fifth Master Aunt Zhang Yiying rarely left her residence, and when she did go out, she was always alone
. Even for Yang Xu, the sect leader's eldest disciple, seeing her was quite difficult.

Even when they occasionally met, he would only glance at her from afar, strictly adhering to his disciple's status.

For a respected elder of the sect to suddenly ask such a question to her disciple seemed rather abrupt,
leaving Yang Xu completely bewildered.

However, Yang Xu couldn't help but make a comparison in his mind.

To be fair, all six of his fellow disciples of the same generation as his master, Feng Ren, were exceptionally beautiful and blessed with natural advantages
.

In Yang Xu's heart, his seventh aunt, Zhao Shuying, who had been given a second life, was like a celestial goddess. For Yang Xu
, any words to describe Zhao Shuying were pale and powerless; only the phrase "divine beauty"
could satisfy him without feeling it was an insult.

His second aunt, Gu Pan, thirty-two, always warmed Yang Xu's heart whenever he recalled that tender and enchanting secret night.
Although three years had passed, he still felt a lingering sense of longing, unable to forget it day or night. As for her appearance and figure, she
was among the best in the sect.

His sixth aunt, Jiang Yu, just over twenty-nine, was one of Master Feng Ren's wives. Gentle, kind, dignified,
and elegant, her beauty was exceptional, truly possessing both talent and looks.

His eighth aunt, Feng Xiaoxin, twenty-six, was radiant and beautiful, in the prime of her youth.

His ninth aunt, Liu Shu, twenty-four, was young, beautiful, and graceful.

Junior Martial Aunt Qian Yujia was only twenty-two, youthful and beautiful, and even more remarkably petite and delicate…

As for Fifth Martial Aunt Zhang Yiying, who was the same age as Sixth Martial Aunt Jiang Yu but a few months older, Yang Xu didn't have many opportunities
to see her up close. Even a fleeting glimpse from afar revealed her stunning beauty, captivating all who beheld her.

Yang Xu was tall and imposing, a head taller than Fifth Martial Aunt Zhang Yiying, who was second tallest among the women in the sect.
Although he bowed his head in respect, his peripheral vision still captured her unique charm.

This was the first time Yang Xu had seen Fifth Martial Aunt's face so clearly at such close range, and he couldn't help but feel a surge
of amazement.

She possessed a strikingly distinctive diamond-shaped face. At first glance, her forehead might seem too flat, her cheekbones slightly high and wide,
giving her a somewhat angular appearance, like a handsome young man.

However, paired with her long, slanted willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of round, clear, dark eyes, and a perfectly proportioned, slightly upturned
nose, every feature seemed meticulously crafted by a master artisan, giving her an extremely powerful sense of sculpted beauty.

Especially striking were her long, slender, red lips, half-open and half-closed, perfectly balancing her unique features. The way they opened and closed
seemed like a call or a soft murmur, exuding an indescribable allure that irresistibly drew one to her,
to embrace her…

For Yang Xu, this allure was utterly fatal.

Zhang Yiying was tall and slender, ranking second in height among the women in the sect, only after Zhao Shuying. She
was even taller than many of the men in the sect. Coupled with her slightly plump figure, the moon-white Hu skirt fluttering in the wind was a
perfect match, highlighting her graceful figure to the fullest and making her dazzling.

Especially her breasts, seemingly about to burst forth from her taut dress, were high and firm, captivating the eye.
The Hu-style skirt, barely covering her chest, revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin below her neck, a tantalizing cleavage that
drew the eye in. One couldn't help but want to lean down and explore those magnificent peaks, following the deep cleavage to its summit
…

Beautiful breasts… Yang Xu couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration. Fifth Aunt's breasts were indeed the largest among all the nuns. Although
completely covered by her tight Hu-style skirt, concealing the view beneath, it wasn't hard to imagine
the alluring sight of her undulating form as she moved.

Even if no one in the sect dared to praise her beauty and figure to her face, it couldn't hide the
fact. Fifth Aunt, being the most confident and proud elder in the sect, would certainly be well aware of her charm.
Why then, at this moment, had she specifically summoned Yang Xu here for a private questioning?

Even if there was something amiss, Yang Xu had no way of knowing. His Fifth Martial Aunt's deeply meaningful question alone was enough
to overwhelm him, his handsome face flushing, and a restless desire stirring within him.

Now over nineteen, Yang Xu was no longer the naive boy he was when he first entered the sect. The mysterious
old man's comment about him when he was young was incredibly apt. Yang Xu's performance in the sect was perfect in every way,
except when it came to women—he was utterly terrible.

Especially after that night three years ago, when he experienced the pleasures of women,
he found it even harder to control himself around women—especially beautiful and alluring ones.

An indescribable, rich fragrance of a mature woman emanated from his Fifth Martial Aunt, who
was so close, intoxicating Yang Xu. He almost lost control, quickly taking a deep breath and averting his gaze.

Clearing his throat, Yang Xu said awkwardly in a low voice, "Why does Fifth Master ask such a question?"

Zhang Yiying shook her head slightly, revealing a smile, her lips red and teeth white, her breath sweet as orchids: "Don't worry about why I asked,
just answer me."

Yang Xu felt a pang of guilt again: "This disciple wouldn't dare."

Zhang Yiying frowned slightly: "I've seen you cultivate with great confidence and get along well with the other disciples, already showing
the demeanor of a sect leader's disciple. I thought you were naturally carefree, so why are you being so fussy? I'm asking you to answer, so just answer."

Yang Xu's heart skipped a beat, thinking to himself that her frowning face was breathtakingly beautiful. Oh no, that thing was about to
get restless again.

Yang Xu took another deep breath, stabilizing the rapidly flowing energy within his body. Gritting his teeth, he truthfully said, "In
that case, I have overstepped my bounds! In my opinion, Fifth Martial Aunt is stunningly beautiful, mature and graceful..."

"Enough!"

Zhang Yiying nodded in satisfaction, interrupting, "Since you find Martial Aunt pleasing to the eye, then do her
a favor!"

Yang Xu was stunned. He hadn't expected Fifth Martial Aunt's sudden change of heart; her true purpose was simply to ask for his help.
All his excitement for so long had been for nothing.

Of course, on the surface, Yang Xu dared not show the slightest disappointment, and respectfully nodded, saying, "
How could I dare disobey my master's command?"

Zhang Yiying smiled brightly, "Very good! Tonight at the second watch, don't go to the training room to cultivate.
Come to my elegant pavilion. I have something important to tell you! Remember, it's at the second watch, don't be late!"

After saying this, before Yang Xu could react, Zhang Yiying glanced at him, her beautiful eyes flashed slightly, her slender waist swayed lightly, and
she gracefully disappeared into the distance, leaving a stunned Yang Xu standing there.

"You must come, I will always be waiting for you!"

Yang Xu couldn't help but feel his heart pounding again.

Although with age Yang Xu's resistance to beautiful women had weakened, making him easily aroused
and often experiencing blush-inducing scenes in his dreams, waking up with a wet patch between his legs...

he had always been very rational and strictly adhered to the rules of propriety between men and women. Even with his fellow disciples, Yang Xu
treated them with propriety and never made any inappropriate moves. He naturally held his senior female disciples in even higher esteem
, daring not to overstep the bounds of propriety.

This was a matter of fundamental human decency. Although Yang Xu was quite attracted to his senior female disciples, it remained merely a
fleeting thought.

But what did his fifth senior female disciple's invitation, so easily suggestive, mean? Was it an implication? His

fifth senior female disciple had been gone for some time, yet Yang Xu remained standing there, not because he didn't want to leave, but because his groin was still in
a state of turmoil, which he dared not let anyone see.

It was the second watch of the night!

With a mix of trepidation and barely suppressed excitement, Yang Xu finally set off as promised for the secluded elegant pavilion where Fifth Master Aunt resided
.

The back mountain was exceptionally quiet in the night. The secluded courtyard where disciples rested was pitch black, almost
everyone asleep. Even the few diligent disciples were still in their training rooms on the front mountain, far away,
making Yang Xu's movements perfectly convenient.

Yet, Yang Xu dared not make a sound, proceeding cautiously. After all, the person he was going to see was far too
special. In this continent where ethics and propriety outweighed all laws, if people knew he dared to harbor desires for a female elder of the sect
, what awaited him would be far more than simply expulsion from the sect.i=72> The Martial Arts Continent is a continent where martial artists are revered, and there is no concept of monarchical rule or kingship. The most rigorous system is the sect/principles system.

Etiquette and respect for teachers are paramount, no matter how high your cultivation or how powerful you are; you cannot
transgress these principles in the slightest.

It's no exaggeration to say that in the Martial Arts Continent, even if you were as audacious as marrying your own mother or sisters, no one
would hold you accountable, as it's your family matter and none of anyone else's business. However, if you disrespect your teachers and harbor
improper thoughts towards female elders of your sect and act upon them, you will face the most severe punishment!

The residence of the sect elders is on the other side of the back mountain, near the summit, which is the mansion of the patriarch, Zhao Dongshi
. Since passing on the mantle of sect leader to the current leader, Feng Ren, Zhao Dongshi has no longer concerned himself with sect affairs, focusing instead on
quiet cultivation within his mansion, rarely appearing before the disciples. It's unknown whether he has now broken through to the True Realm.

As for Zhao Shuying, the proud daughter of heaven whom Yang Xu is most concerned about, her residence is the Yi
Jing Lou, not far from Zhao Dongshi's mansion.

The other senior uncles and aunts, and even the sect leader, Feng Ren, were all at the bottom of the back valley.

Several elegant pavilions and terraces, spaced a certain distance apart, faced each other yet remained undisturbed. Occasionally, a few lights flickered,
adding an air of mystery to the already sparsely visited valley.

Yang Xu's gaze unconsciously fell on the secluded garden on the left side of the valley—this was
the elegant pavilion where his fifth senior aunt, Zhang Yiying, resided.

The closer he got to the pavilion, the more his heart pounded, his emotions a complex mix of tension and unease. As a
senior female member of the sect, and an unmarried woman, inviting a male disciple to her private chamber in the middle of the night for a secret rendezvous
was unheard of in the history of martial arts for at least a thousand years. It was hard not to speculate…

Yang Xu even began to have wild thoughts: if his fifth senior aunt truly intended to develop a
relationship with him that transcended sect ethics, what should he do?

Thinking of Fifth Master's ambiguous words at dusk and the mesmerizing look in her eyes as she left, Yang Xu's
heart pounded wildly. He knew he shouldn't risk his life, shouldn't violate the sect's ethical boundaries, but his
throbbing heart made his steps completely involuntary.

In a daze, Ya Ting Xuan was already close at hand!

The door opened, and Fifth Master Zhang Yiying, with a smile, welcomed the anxious and nervous Yang Xu into her boudoir
.

This was Yang Xu's first time stepping into a woman's private chamber. The faint fragrance intoxicated him, the soft lighting filled him with
anticipation, and what made his heart flutter most was that Zhang Yiying had changed into a semi-transparent blue gauze dress tonight, underneath which
was only a light green undergarment. Combined with her already tall figure, it swayed gracefully, exquisitely beautiful, making Yang Xu
unable to look away.

With her sash fluttering, her breasts appeared even more swollen, almost bursting out of her clothes. Even beneath her silk undergarment,
two rosy nipples could be vaguely seen…

Fifth Aunt really wants to be with me… Yang Xu's heart pounded. He had never imagined such a good thing would happen
to him. Although a similar incident had occurred three years ago, the circumstances were special and it
could only be considered an accident. But this time, Fifth Aunt was genuinely seducing him?

Zhang Yiying, abandoning her usual proud demeanor, acted like a gentle wife waiting for her husband to return from work. She softly
comforted Yang Xu's nervousness, even pouring him tea and eagerly handing it to him. When her fingertips lightly touched
Yang Xu's palm, a cool sensation mingled with heat…

An invisible, ambiguous atmosphere immediately filled the orange-yellow cup.

Yang Xu trembled, his heart pounding, almost dropping the purple clay cup. He quickly withdrew his hand and continued drinking the tea.
To hide his embarrassment, he downed the scalding tea like wine, immediately coughing and blushing.

Zhang Yiying's beautiful eyes flashed, then she chuckled, "Look at how impatient you are! Do you think...
Auntie is beautiful?"

Yang Xu nodded uncontrollably, his face flushed, and whispered, "She's really beautiful!"

Zhang Yiying smiled gently and, right before Yang Xu's eyes, slowly pulled open the sash...

The silky, thin blue gauze dress slid down, revealing her fair and translucent skin. The lake-green undergarment couldn't conceal
her tall and graceful figure. Her chiseled shoulders and shallow cleavage revealed a small patch of dazzlingly white breasts
, unfortunately covered by the moon-white bodice underneath. One could only infer the
alluring size of her breasts from their high, prominent shape.

Her tall, slender figure made her stand gracefully, and without her outer garment, she was even more alluring and voluptuous, soft yet full-figured. Her waist
was like a snake, her hips rounded, and her arms were deliberately crossed over her lower body, making her legs, which were mostly exposed, appear
incredibly long, firm, and smooth, arousing a strong urge to rush forward and touch them completely…

Yang Xu's throat visibly began to churn, his starry eyes unable to look away, fixed on the Fifth
Nun's half-hidden figure, a sudden surge of heat rising in his heart.

Truly a beauty!

Yang Xu was no longer able to maintain a clear mind; his head was in a strange daze. He only felt that Fifth Master's allure was far greater
than that night three years ago... His body seemed to be out of his control, and under the gentle call of Fifth Master's soft hand,
he involuntarily moved closer and closer to her...

"Seeing my body is the greatest honor of your life!"

Seeing Yang Xu's slightly unfocused eyes, Zhang Yiying's eyes flashed with intense contempt. She changed her gentle
expression and sneered, "Your life has already been worthwhile!"

With that, her soft hand suddenly clenched into a grasping shape and tore at her chest.

With a "ripping" sound, a section of her expensive silk undergarment was torn off from her chest to her lower abdomen. Before
Yang Xu could react, there were several more "ripping" sounds, and the entire silk undergarment was completely destroyed by her own actions,
as if a weak woman had been abused by a thug, revealing an even more dazzling moon-white bodice...

Yang Xu felt his mind becoming increasingly unclear. His Fifth Martial Aunt 's sudden actions
only fueled his lust. However, her expression was no longer as alluring as before; instead, it was filled with coldness and disdain. This finally
brought Yang Xu to a moment of clarity, and he stopped in astonishment: "Fifth Martial Aunt, what are you doing..."

It's said that a woman's breasts are directly proportional to her sexual desire. Could it be that his Fifth Martial Aunt's firm breasts
indicated a strong desire? Otherwise, why would she suddenly and actively provoke him, a junior member of her sect?
"Come?" In the world of martial arts, the hierarchy between masters and disciples is as strict as the law. Adultery between a master's aunt and nephew
is only slightly better than adultery between a master and disciple; both are crimes condemned by countless people.

Just as Yang Xu was filled with unease and inexplicable agitation, Zhang Yiying's words sent a chill down his
spine.

"You unworthy disciple, you've committed insubordination and reckless behavior, daring to rape your master's aunt, committing a heinous crime! Are you
saying I'm not allowed to call for help?" Zhang Yiying stared coldly at Yang Xu, saying each word clearly, "Yang Xu, you're finished!" "

I'm going to rape you? What are you talking about? You asked me to come here..." Yang Xu became confused again
, his head growing heavier and heavier, completely unable to think. His previous moment of clarity had vanished, leaving him
only a vague feeling that something was amiss; perhaps he had fallen into his fifth master's aunt's trap of beauty.

"Beauty is a curse," Yang Xu finally understood. The more beautiful a woman is, the more deceptive she is, making it impossible for men to guard against her!

But he had never had any grudges or interactions with his Fifth Master Aunt, so why would she frame him?

Yang Xu couldn't understand. He only felt he should leave immediately, or disaster would surely follow!

Unfortunately, his body not only couldn't move, but it grew increasingly weak, his mind heavier and more confused.
He tried to open his mouth to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. In a daze, Yang Xu thought of
the old man from his childhood…

"Fate is intertwined with romance! Is it destiny? Or calamity? Fate is unpredictable!" The old man's last words echoed in
the depths of Yang Xu's mind, like the sound of a morning bell and evening drum!

He never imagined he would fall into the hands of his respected elder, his Fifth Master Aunt. How ironic!

Yang Xu gave a bitter smile. The last thing he saw was his fifth aunt slowly pulling open her moon-white bodice
. But before he could see what was inside, everything suddenly went black, and he collapsed to the ground
unconscious!

"You're a womanizer, you deserve your bad luck!"

Zhang Yiying seemed to have expected Yang Xu to collapse, showing no surprise whatsoever. Instead, she
wrapped up the expensive purple clay tea set and tossed it under the fragrant couch. Then, she turned back to the unconscious Yang Xu, stared at him
for a moment, and revealed a very amused expression: "Don't blame me, I was forced into this. Blame it on your
bad luck..."

With that, Zhang Yiying haphazardly tore open her most intimate undergarment,
revealing her breasts, making her look even more like someone being raped and ravaged by a man...

Then, she ripped open Yang Xu's martial arts uniform shirt and pulled down his outer trousers. Seeing the bulge between his legs under his cotton undershirt
, which stretched the undershirt into a large tent, Zhang Yiying's face flushed slightly. She spat softly and couldn't help but lightly
kick his crotch, then quickly withdrew her foot as if bitten by a snake, her face still red as she looked away.

After calming herself, Zhang Yiying took a deep breath and, according to her plan, was about to scream…

Suddenly, the ordinary yellow jade pendant hanging on Yang Xu's chest—a keepsake from his parents—burst forth
with a dazzling light, instantly illuminating the entire boudoir as if it were daytime.

Zhang Yiying was stunned. Before she could even cry out, it felt as if an invisible iron weapon had struck her head heavily. With a
low groan, she lost consciousness in an instant and slowly collapsed to the ground, fainting.

The white light vanished, and Zhang Yiying's boudoir returned to its soft hues, but it became completely silent.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xu suddenly leaped up from the ground, looking around blankly. He had thought he was having
a terrible, erotic dream, but unexpectedly, everything before him was real!

Not far from him, Fifth Master Zhang Yiying lay supine on the ground, motionless, seemingly also unconscious
, her clothes barely covering her body, her private parts exposed.

Yang Xu could no longer muster any desire. This beautiful snake, though stunningly gorgeous, was also a predator; anyone who dared touch her
would be doomed!

He didn't understand why Fifth Aunt had fallen unconscious despite drugging him, but he didn't
have time to think about it now.

Since Fifth Aunt was trying to frame him, if it failed this time, there would definitely be a next time. Or, once she woke up, he
would immediately be in trouble; clearly, he could no longer stay in the Yi Xing Sect!

"Yang Xu, Yang Xu, let's see if you dare to be blinded by lust again. If you continue like this, ten lives
wouldn't be enough for you!" Yang Xu stared blankly at the unconscious Fifth Aunt, muttering to himself. Fifth Aunt
was beautiful, and now, barely clothed, she was even more alluring and seductive, but he dared not have the slightest impure thought.

Fifth Aunt was simply a beautiful snake that devoured men! After such an incident, once Fifth Martial Aunt wakes up, she will definitely
falsely accuse him. Who would believe that Fifth Martial Aunt plotted to seduce and frame him? He

could no longer stay in the sect. Yang Xu realized this, yet felt a profound sense of loss, unsure of what to do next.

It was time to leave. Yang Xu glanced at the still unconscious Fifth Martial Aunt, Zhang Yiying, with a complex expression.
He could have taken advantage of her unconscious state to exact revenge, at least gaining some advantage would have made him feel better.
However, Yang Xu felt nothing but disgust for Zhang Yiying and had completely lost interest.

He slipped out of the mountain gate under the cover of night, turning back again and again with reluctance, before finally setting off in a frenzy.

Yang Xu didn't remember how long he was chased, nor how the sect discovered his escape so quickly.
Almost as soon as he escaped the mountain gate, a group of uncles and aunts, led by Third Martial Uncle Liu Qing, came after him. He didn't
know how they discovered him so quickly.

Among the pursuers was none other than Fifth Martial Aunt Zhang Yiying. Yang Xu really wanted to turn back and give her a good talking-to, but of
course, that was just a thought. Since Zhang Yiying dared to personally chase after him, she definitely had a way to leave him speechless.

Unfortunately, Yang Xu's cultivation was still somewhat lacking compared to these martial uncles and aunts.
The longer he fled, the more the gap became apparent, and the distance between them was gradually closing. Moreover, they cleverly
used the angle of pursuit, forcing Yang Xu to desperately head towards a dangerous direction.

Yang Xu knew that beyond the mountains ahead lay a vast sea stretching for hundreds of miles, with no other way out, but he had no
choice but to grit his teeth and continue running.

Finally, on a barren mountaintop, Yang Xu lost his last escape route and was trapped on the summit. Ahead
was a cliff hundreds of feet high, and below was the raging sea. Falling from here, even a Grandmaster-level
expert would only face certain death.

Behind him, the figures of his sect elders grew clearer. He could even clearly see
his Second Martial Aunt, Gu Pan, running at the forefront, her face filled with anxiety, and his Third Martial Uncle, Liu Qing, with his angry and sinister expression…

Yang Xu felt a surge of bitterness and resentment. If he hadn't gone to his Fifth Martial Aunt's elegant pavilion at midnight, none of this
would have happened. He would still be the most promising rising star in the sect! But all of this had
been destroyed by Zhang Yiying, this outwardly proud but inwardly vicious woman!

The sect elders approached, gradually slowing their pace. They stopped a dozen steps away from Yang Xu,
facing each other, neither uttering a sound.

"You wretched wretch, Yang Xu, having committed such a shameless crime, you still want to escape?" His Third Martial Uncle, Liu Qing's booming voice
shattered the tranquility of the mountaintop.

His death was imminent; he would die here today!

Realizing this, Yang Xu sighed with a sense of relief, ignoring his third uncle's
words and instead focusing his gaze on his seventh aunt, Zhao Shuying, who was like a goddess to him.

The serene and beautiful seventh aunt gazed back at Yang Xu with a complex mix of emotions. This young man was someone she had personally brought back to
the sect, and he had indeed lived up to expectations, quickly becoming the pride and hope of the sect. She had placed
great hopes on him, even… But now, this had happened, and Zhao Shuying didn't know what to do.

The emotions revealed in the seventh aunt's beautiful eyes included disappointment, regret, heartache, and perhaps even
a hint of bitterness? If a person's gaze could be so complex, their feelings must be a jumble of emotions.

He had ultimately disappointed his goddess! Although this was just a conspiracy, Yang Xu had no choice but to suffer in silence, unable to withstand
the seventh aunt's questioning gaze. His face burned, and he quickly looked away.

Second Martial Aunt Gu Pan was probably the one most concerned about Yang Xu among all of them. Her eyes were full of anxiety and
regret, and she kept giving Yang Xu meaningful glances.

Yang Xu understood; Second Martial Aunt was telling him not to resist, but to surrender. She would plead with
the Sect Leader on his behalf once they returned to the sect.

Yang Xu didn't know why he so easily understood the meaning in the eyes of his warm and generous Second Martial Aunt, but
he just did!

Faced with her earnest expectation, Yang Xu sighed inwardly and could only shake his head slightly, offering her
a smile, knowing he would have to disappoint her.

Gu Pan also understood Yang Xu's smile. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and her misty peach blossom eyes filled with shock and
panic. Unfortunately, Yang Xu once again looked away.

Besides the goddess Zhao Shuying and Second Martial Aunt Gu Pan, the only others who treated Yang Xu relatively well were
Sixth Martial Aunt Jiang Yu, the wife of Master Feng Ren, and Eighth Martial Aunt Feng Xiaoxin.

But now, one of the two women couldn't bear to look at him, and the other avoided his gaze with a hint of doubt; clearly,
they wouldn't help him.

As for Ninth Aunt Liu Shu and Tenth Aunt Qian Yujia, they had absolutely no interaction with him normally, so they were even less
likely to let him off the hook.

And Fifth Aunt Zhang Yiying, naturally, wished him dead immediately; how could she let him go?

During Master's seclusion, Third Uncle Liu Qing was in charge of sect affairs and had always been harsh on Yang Xu. Now that he had committed such
a serious crime, how could Liu Qing miss the opportunity to deal with him?

Fourth Uncle Tong Younian had always been Master's subordinate, lacking his own opinions, and had always been jealous of Yang Xu; he would be even less likely
to let him off easily.

It seemed that today was indeed a hopeless situation!

Yang Xu smiled self-deprecatingly. The respect he usually showed to these elders had vanished completely. He smiled faintly and said, "Third
Uncle, even in the sect, you couldn't order me around. Now, do you think you can still control me?"

Liu Qing's expression changed.

Gu Pan's face paled, and she quickly cried out, "Xu'er, stop talking nonsense! I know there must be something going on,
right? You go back with Second Aunt. Second Aunt will personally go to the Sect Leader to plead on my behalf. If that doesn't work, she'll go directly
to Master!"

Finally, there's still a gentle woman who completely cares about me! Yang Xu's heart softened, feeling it
was all worth it. He smiled bitterly, "Second Martial Aunt, thank you, but Xu'er won't go back!"

Tong Younian sneered, "What other choice do you have but to surrender?"

Liu Qing coldly shouted, stopping Gu Pan who was about to speak, and sneered, "You dare to be so arrogant even when you're about to die?
You little beast, I really admire your courage. You even dared to rape your Fifth Martial Aunt. At first, I thought it was a misunderstanding, but
I didn't expect that your Sixth Martial Aunt personally examined Junior Sister Zhang, and she has indeed lost her virginity... You're courting death
, so don't blame Third Martial Uncle for being ruthless!"

Fifth Martial Aunt lost her virginity? Yang Xu's eyes widened immediately. He clearly didn't even touch Fifth Martial Aunt when he left
...

This is definitely a conspiracy! Yang Xu's heart trembled violently. His fists clenched tightly, as if he had grasped something, yet his
mind was in turmoil. Fifth Master Aunt wasn't a virgin; there must be something seriously fishy going on. Unfortunately, he had already lost
the chance to find out the truth.

Zhang Yiying, who had changed into a new set of clothes, stood at the back, looking at Yang Xu strangely. Hearing
Liu Qing say this in front of everyone, she felt embarrassed and quickly turned her head away…

Yang Xu suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Don't say I didn't do it! Even if I really did, I won't surrender !
Even if it's a dead end, you won't be able to catch a single scrap of my clothing!"

Instantly, everyone understood Yang Xu's intentions. This kid was actually planning to jump off a cliff and commit suicide!

"No!"

Several panicked female voices rang out simultaneously, though it was unclear who they were. Just

as Yang Xu was about to turn around, something unexpected happened!

A dazzling white light erupted, instantly enveloping the entire mountaintop. Everyone was blinded and didn't realize
what was happening. A sudden jolt ran through their minds, and they instantly lost all consciousness…

Chapter 2: Mysterious Island, Cruel and

Lewd In the far east, amidst

endless clouds and mist, within a vast, ethereal cave dwelling, several fist-sized luminous pearls illuminated the entire space, making it appear
magnificent. In the center of the main hall sat an old man.

He wore a shimmering, unique Taoist robe, its material unknown. He had white hair but a youthful face, with striking features…
With a long, flowing beard, a ruddy complexion, and slightly closed eyes, the old man

's true age was impossible to determine. He appeared to be dozing, yet his aura instilled a
sense of tension, locking one in regardless of location. Wisps of smoke, like coiling dragons, clung to his body, seemingly tangible
and persistent…

Beneath him, a tall, handsome middle-aged man, wearing a purple-gold crown and golden armor,
knelt on one knee, his fists clasped before his forehead, looking at the old man with reverence. He dared not disturb the old man's meditation. Although
he was already a powerful being for most humans, he felt incredibly
small before the old man, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze like two bolts of lightning striking the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man's
massive body trembled inexplicably, sweat beading on his forehead, his demeanor becoming even more cautious and respectful.

"How is it?" The old man withdrew his gaze, his eyes becoming incredibly deep, he stroked his long beard, and his voice reverberated throughout the cave,
echoing for a long time.

The middle-aged man swallowed hard and cautiously replied, "Lord Lao, I was just about to report to you that the situation over there
is progressing steadily as you predicted, and it's already quite impressive."

"Excellent!"

The dignified old man, addressed as Lord Lao, smiled and nodded. "I've always trusted you with your work. With you in charge, there shouldn't be any problems. However… you can't just focus on the overall progress there. Don't forget
what I told you !" 　　The middle-aged man's expression hardened, and he quickly said, "Please rest assured, Lord Lao, all the cave masters under my jurisdiction have been dispatched and are searching for clues with all their might. They will ensure that Lord Lao's plan doesn't go wrong." 　　Lord Lao nodded in satisfaction. "No need to be too anxious, waiting a little longer is fine, anyway, everything is still growing ... The one thing we have in abundance is time! This vast world has existed for countless millennia, yet nothing has changed, everything remains under my control. You just need to proceed methodically! Now, go !" 　　"I will obey Laozi's decree!" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up, bowed to Laozi, and then turned to leave. His tall and imposing figure quickly disappeared into the cave. Laozi stared for a moment, his smile suddenly vanishing. With a flick of his sleeve, a beautiful woman's face suddenly appeared in 　　a luminous bronze mirror on a long table beside him . 　　Though only her face was shown, no description could capture her beauty. Phrases like "national beauty" or "beauty that could topple kingdoms" were utterly inadequate to even begin to describe her charm. Her calm, expressionless face alone was enough to mesmerize, and her eyes, like rare treasures, seemed to pierce the very soul… 　　Lao Jun, however, remained completely unmoved by this stunningly beautiful face, as if women were no different from weeds in his eyes. He smiled faintly: "Three years have passed again, and nothing has changed. What does the fairy think?" 　　The woman, her expression unchanged, parted her lips slightly: I understand Laozi's meaning. That person reaped what he sowed, and no one else was to blame; everyone knows this. Although this is a crucial moment for rebirth, it has little to do with me. Laozi doesn't need to pay too much attention to my opinion… Of course, Laozi had better not go too far, knowing there are still many eyes watching us! If we cause a major upheaval, it won't be acceptable to the Holy Mother! 　　Laozi stroked his beard and smiled, a flash of divine light in his eyes, and said calmly, "I have my own plans; no need for you to worry , Fairy. Don't forget our original agreement!" 　　"Hmm!" The woman closed her eyes slightly and fell silent. 　　The connection suddenly ended, and the bronze mirror resumed its flowing fluorescence. 　　Lao Jun chuckled coldly, remaining silent for a long time before suddenly muttering to himself, "You think you can hide from me just because you secretly switched that boy with someone else? There's no one in this world I can't find. One day, I will find him. When I regain my status, let's see how you arrogant women kneel and beg for mercy! Hahaha…" 　　　********************************************************** 　　As if waking from a terrible nightmare, Yang Xu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. 　　The next moment, however, he froze! 　　Where was he? 　　He clearly remembered being surrounded on that nameless mountain peak by his sect elders, led by his third uncle Liu Qing , facing certain death. He was about to leap off the cliff when he suddenly fainted. Yang Xu was absolutely certain that he hadn't jumped before losing consciousness… 　　But now, what was this vast, yellowish sandy beach and the endless blue sea in the distance ? 　　Where were his uncles and aunts? Could it be that after he inexplicably fainted, his teachers took pity on him and only threw him off the cliff into the sea, where he miraculously survived and was washed ashore on this beach? 　　No, that can't be! He wasn't wet at all, nor did he have the distinctive fishy smell of seawater, and he didn't even have a single injury! 　　Then, Yang Xu's face turned deathly pale! 　　The only keepsake his parents had left him—the murky jade he always wore around his neck and kept close to his body— had shattered into powder at some unknown time, with only a few tiny fragments still clinging to his chest. 　　Yang Xu felt an urge to burst into tears, but found that he couldn't shed a single tear. His emotions were completely unable to be released, and his breathing became increasingly erratic—it was almost unbearable. 　　He quickly sat cross-legged, crossed his legs, focused his gaze on his nose, and silently circulated his sect's internal energy, emptying his mind of all thoughts, gradually entering a meditative state. 　　After an unknown amount of time, his internal energy had barely completed one cycle. Although some minor agitation remained, he had finally managed to control his previous frenzied and resentful emotions. 　　A strange, indescribable heat surged within his mind, appearing and disappearing intermittently. Unsure of its cause, Yang Xu, his mind unsettled, didn't dwell on it. Instead, he kept recalling the events of the past. 　　If he hadn't succumbed to his urges, he wouldn't have involuntarily gone to see Fifth Master Aunt in the dead of night, wouldn't have fallen into her trap, and wouldn't be in his current predicament. Perhaps the Yi Xing Sect would never again acknowledge him as their leader's disciple?

Will he ever have the chance to see his beloved Seventh Martial Aunt Zhao Shuying again? Will he ever see his gentle and
considerate Second Martial Aunt Gu Pan again? Will he ever have the chance to confront or avenge himself against Fifth Martial Aunt Zhang Yiying?

Fifth Martial Aunt has never shown any interest in men. Yang Xu entered the sect at the age of seven and has never heard of
any scandals involving her. She has always remained unmarried. How could she not be a virgin?
What unspeakable secret lies behind this?

Unfortunately, he will probably never have the chance to know the truth again!

Master Feng Ren will probably assume he is already dead, won't he?

In this world where strength reigns supreme, cultivation is the ultimate truth. If
he can't defeat his Third Uncle and the others, he'll never have a chance to seek justice. Yang Xu understands this perfectly. Currently, there's an
insurmountable gap between his cultivation and that of his Third Uncle and the others. He's also outnumbered and outmatched. To clear his name, he'd need to advance to the Great Completion or the Perfection realm
to have any right to speak before them…

Unfortunately, since advancing to the Exquisite realm three years ago, Yang Xu hasn't advanced again. Although he's already at the peak of the Exquisite realm
, he always feels like he's missing that crucial element of opportunity.

The higher one's cultivation level, the more crucial that opportunity becomes; a slight miscalculation can mean a world of difference.
Yang Xu always felt that after that night alone with his Second Aunt, Gu Pan, three years ago, his cultivation hadn't
increased at all. Could it be related to that night when he experienced his first conscious
ejaculation in his Second Aunt's hands?

Yang Xu clearly remembered that he was too excited at the time, and being a virgin, his ejaculated semen was thick, sticky
, and abundant. It not only smeared his second aunt's hands but also splashed a lot of the thick, fishy
semen onto her snow-white clothes.

Yet, his second aunt showed no sign of reproach; instead, she gently and charmingly cleaned him up,
like a virtuous and lovely wife…

The mysterious old man had long ago predicted that Yang Xu was destined to attract many women, and now his
words had been proven true. A single secret glance with his second aunt had already caused his cultivation to stagnate, and this entanglement with his fifth aunt
was tantamount to utter ruin.

Are women really that terrifying? Are beautiful women truly a source of trouble?

Why couldn't he bring himself to hate his second aunt? On the contrary, he felt an overwhelming longing and yearning for her.

And there was also his seventh aunt, Zhao Shuying, who had been like a goddess in his heart since childhood. Even now, Yang Xu
knew clearly that his feelings for her had never diminished in the slightest; on the contrary
, the inability to see her again had only intensified them!

A tangled mess, impossible to unravel!

Yang Xu sighed deeply, shook his head, temporarily setting aside his troubles, and focused his attention on his current
location.

He had just regained consciousness in what was clearly a vast beach, stretching along the long coastline
to the horizon. Even with Yang Xu's excellent eyesight, he couldn't see the end.

Behind him was a large, vibrant forest, so dense that it was difficult to see through. In the distance, several
high mountains rose, the highest peak shrouded in a strange, thick fog, exuding an
inexplicable aura of danger…

This must be an island, and a completely unfamiliar, enormous island at that. Yang Xu had absolutely
no memory of this island; he was certain he had never been here before.

There wasn't a soul in sight, only himself and this vast, isolated island where the sea and sky met.

A sense of panic began to rise in Yang Xu's heart. If he couldn't find his way back, how would he survive?

Fortunately, Yang Xu was optimistic by nature. He simply put aside what he couldn't understand. His immediate priority was
to thoroughly explore this enormous, boundless island, checking for any lurking dangers, then find out
if anyone was there, and finally, find out how to get back to the mainland!

He walked along the beach for nearly two hours, from the blazing sun to sunset, and to his astonishment, he found
he hadn't even left this vast sandy beach. Was this

still considered an island? The surroundings remained deserted, and the beach seemed endless. To the utmost of his sight, it was still just
a stretch of shimmering yellow sand, the scenery unchanged.

As the sun began to set, a profound sense of loneliness overwhelmed Yang Xu,
far more helpless and unsettling than when he was surrounded by his elders on the mountaintop.

Left with no other choice, Yang Xu had to temporarily abandon his plan to explore the beach to the end and turned to
walk into the dense forest on the island. Although it was already autumn, the weather by the sea was still hot. After walking for half a day, he was covered in sticky sweat
, exuding a uniquely masculine scent, feeling quite uncomfortable and slightly dehydrated.

If he still couldn't find any trace of people before dark, the thirst alone would probably torment him to the
point of near death.

As dusk approached, the dense forest blocked out most of the light, creating a gloomy and damp atmosphere
that made him feel even more oppressed and suffocated.

Yang Xu's breathing became more and more rapid. Although his eyesight was quite good, and he could discern
directions with just a little starlight and was not afraid of getting lost, he had exhausted too much energy. Without proper food and water, even if
his cultivation level was high enough to barely sustain him, his body would eventually give out.

For Yang Xu, from age seven to nineteen, a full twelve years, he had spent within the Yixing Gate, never
leaving its walls, and should have had absolutely no experience in wilderness survival. However, he vaguely remembered
the days he spent living in the fishing village as a child, when the elders taught him and all the other children how to survive in the wild
and how to obtain food and water.

Although the wind in the dense forest was humid and hot, it varied in density; if one calmed their mind, they could perceive the
differences. In a certain direction, the air carried a faint freshness, unlike the damp, fishy smell of the sea breeze
. Following this direction, there was a high chance of finding water.

This time, he was right!

After walking for less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the air in the forest became increasingly fresh, and he could faintly hear
the babbling of a stream. Overjoyed, Yang Xu immediately set off at full speed. The sound of the flowing water indeed became clearer and clearer, almost confirming that
there was a stream or similar water source not far away.

However, just as Yang Xu was overjoyed, a gentle breeze swept across his
face, bringing with it the scent of what lay ahead. Yang Xu's expression suddenly changed drastically; this fresh breeze carried a faint stench of blood!

Could it be that there were truly other people on this enormous island?

Yang Xu, unaware of what was happening ahead or why there was a bloody smell, dared not be careless. He immediately slowed
his pace, composed himself, and proceeded cautiously, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

The bloody smell grew stronger, and his ominous premonition intensified. Yang Xu's brows furrowed, his face solemn, and his steps became increasingly
slow and heavy. Then, rounding a bend at the foot of a mountain, his vision suddenly opened up. The dense forest vanished, revealing a
wide plain surrounded by a canyon. A small stream appeared before him, and on the other side of the stream, there was a small
village!

The presence of a village meant that this unfamiliar island was indeed inhabited, which should have been a
cause for celebration. However, Yang Xu's face darkened.

The small village before him, at first glance, comprised only about twenty households. The houses were old and sparsely distributed,
much smaller than the fishing village in Yang Xu's hometown. Fishing nets and other fishing gear were drying along the earthen walls of each house, indicating that
this was indeed a small fishing village.

Unfortunately, in this small village of about twenty households, not a single living person could be seen. They were all lying
in pools of blood, and the thick stench of blood emanated from there.

Yang Xu slowly stepped forward, gaining a clearer view of this horrific scene.

The tragedy must have occurred recently; the bodies of the villagers lying in pools of blood were still warm, and the blood had not yet dried, suggesting
it had happened at most half an hour ago.

The number of victims was approximately one hundred. The elderly, children, women, and able-bodied men and women were all killed without exception. Each person
was brutally murdered, limbs and mutilated bodies littering the ground. The most fatal wounds were all from the throats
, slit open before being cruelly dismembered, bleeding to death.

Although the Martial Arts Continent was a world where the strong ruled and the weak were preyed upon, Yang Xu had heard
countless stories from his elders about the bloodshed, conspiracies, vendettas, and feuds of
the martial world, and already possessed a certain understanding of its cruelty, this was still the first time he had witnessed such a horrific
scene. Besides feeling the cruelty, the intense stench of blood made him feel nauseous and his chest tighten.

If it were just a simple feud, it would be impossible for so many people to be involved. Moreover, these corpses
looked like ordinary villagers; how could they have such a cold-blooded enemy?

If Yang Xu found the gruesome deaths of the elderly and children unbearable, then
the deaths of the women in the village filled him with utter fury!

Among these female corpses, those with even a modicum of beauty were either disheveled, torn to shreds, or
simply stripped naked, their once pristine bodies now covered in bluish-red marks.
Their once delicate and plump genitals were now a mess, white and yellow viscous fluids mixed with bloodstains
flowing from torn vaginas—a truly gruesome sight.

Not only their private parts, but their once fair and healthy bodies were also stained with defilement
. Several young women even had their once-white breasts neatly severed, leaving only
a bowl-sized incision exposing horrifying flesh.

Normally, a woman's body, especially that of a young woman, is something men yearn for.
But now, seeing these naked women, Yang Xu felt only anger, devoid of any
sense of pleasure.

What inhuman cruelty had these women suffered before their deaths? How many perpetrators were there?
Why, after the violence, did they still cruelly murder them? Did they have even a shred of humanity left?

Yang Xu was here because he had been framed by his Fifth Master Aunt, Zhang Yiying, and
falsely accused by his elders of raping female teachers. This led to his inexplicable appearance in this strange place, once again
finding himself alone and helpless. Therefore, Yang Xu deeply sympathized with these true perpetrators, feeling an extraordinary surge of anger
and hatred within him!

Every dead person in the village stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with fear, resentment, and shame. They couldn't understand
what they had suffered in life, what these ordinary people had done to offend someone so cruel as
to attack these defenseless villagers? Even children and pregnant women weren't spared!

The tragedy had been going on for a while; Yang Xu was clearly too late. Although furious, he was helpless
. He was new to the village and didn't know where to go. He wanted to avenge these innocent
strangers, but he was powerless to do so alone.

The heavy stench of blood was nauseating, and Yang Xu could hardly bear it. Just as he was about to turn away, he suddenly heard
a very faint groan coming from a nearby wooden fenced yard…

There was still someone alive!

Almost as soon as he heard the sound, Yang Xu pounced forward, swift as the wind, covering
the distance of ten steps in the blink of an eye. Reaching the wooden fence where the sound had come from, he quickly and cautiously peeked inside. His
eyes widened in fury.

Inside the small courtyard, three muscular men, their genitals exposed, were surrounding a young girl—perhaps!

The girl was thin and frail; poverty had made her appear emaciated,
the outline of her bones almost clearly visible beneath her skin. Years of sun exposure had given her a darker complexion, yet her features were exceptionally delicate and
charming. Her nipples were barely erect, two small red dots adorning the center of her breasts, sparse
yet tender. Her pubic hair was not yet fully developed, only a few light downy hairs peeking out from her slightly swollen mons
pubis…

Clearly, the girl was quite young.

The reason Yang Xu could see all this was because a horrifying act of bestiality was unfolding before his eyes!

The young girl, utterly powerless, had her delicate legs spread wide, straddling
the crotch of a muscular man lying supine on the ground. The man gripped the girl's thighs, thrusting forcefully, his ugly, thick
, dark penis forcefully penetrating the girl's tender vagina.

While the man's penis wasn't particularly large or long, it was still quite a sight for the still-developing girl.
To say it was too large, and the brutal, merciless ravaging, severely damaged the girl's delicate vulva.
The tearing pain caused her otherwise pretty features to contort in agony. Patches of blood
flowed continuously from her vulva with the man's brutality, staining his groin with blood, yet the man paid no
heed, his erection throbbing with excitement…

Another man stood before the girl, his rough hands gripping her hair and chin,
repeatedly shoving his thick, short penis into her mouth. Her mouth was stretched to its limit, unable to accommodate
the man's large member; she gagged incessantly, her eyes rolling back in pain, saliva dripping from her lips, like
a broken toy. Yet, this only aroused a perverse pleasure in the man ravaging her mouth, emitting incredibly lewd and
disgusting laughter.

The last man straddled the girl from behind, his long, thin penis thrusting
wildly into her delicate anus. His lower abdomen slammed against her small buttocks, producing strange, slapping sounds
. Yang Xu, witnessing this, was utterly shocked. He never imagined that a woman's anus could be used for this
…

How could the frail girl endure such cruel torture? Her small body trembled violently,
her expression one of extreme pain, yet she had no strength to struggle. Her face was deathly pale, clearly unable to hold on much
longer. Her almost vacant eyes gazed longingly at the motionless
adult woman lying on the ground beside her.

The woman, perhaps under thirty, was also completely naked, her body covered in bruises from the abuse. Her full
breasts, abdomen, and even her genitals were stained with the men's semen, clearly indicating she had been violated by the three men
.

The woman's eyes were wide open, but there was no light in them. It was clear that she had been brutally tortured to death by these three beasts
! Judging from the girl's expression, this dead woman was perhaps her mother?

As for the girl being tortured by the three men, she was naturally at the end of her life. Her already frail body
could hardly withstand the simultaneous ravaging of three strong men. The tiny bud was almost deformed from being squeezed, and the tearing marks on her lower body
were clearly visible even to Yang Xu outside the courtyard. Her narrow anus was stretched into a large, deep hole, constantly
dripping blood…

"Haha, it's so much more enjoyable to fuck a girl who hasn't opened up yet! I get the thrill of losing my virginity, and it feels
so tight and tender. It's driving me crazy! It's much more stimulating than her useless mother… Ouch, this little pussy is
so tight! I'm about to cum again! No, you guys hurry up, before I run out of energy, let's
switch places and fuck every hole, so we don't have any regrets!"

The man lying on the ground shouted with pleasure, recklessly describing his feelings, completely ignoring the fact
that the ravaged girl was barely breathing.

The man ravaging the girl's anus chuckled, "Hold on a little longer, I don't feel like I'm about to cum yet
! This little girl's asshole is fucking amazing, so hot and tight, I can't get all the way in no matter how I poke, I have to explore some more
... Listen to that 'plop plop' sound, doesn't it sound like this little girl farting? Hahaha!"

The other man, who was forcing the girl to perform oral sex, objected: "You guys had your fun, but it wasn't so good for me to fuck her little
mouth. Her mouth is too small, but her teeth are quite sharp. My dick skin has been scraped quite a few times… No,
I need to change quickly. I haven't even tried this little girl's vagina or anus yet. If you guys play her to death like this,
I'll lose a lot!"

Hearing the lewd and disgusting words of the three strong men and seeing the heinous beastly act before him, Yang Xu
was burning with rage. Although his master had taught him from a young age that this world was cruel, and that he should
refrain from meddling in others' affairs to avoid trouble, and always remember to protect himself… at this moment, Yang Xu truly couldn't bear to watch anymore
. His eyes even began to spit fire.

What infuriated him most was that, watching these three beastly men ravage a young girl, in his anger,
a burning heat rose in his lower abdomen, producing an inappropriate reaction—it was truly beastly!

Yang Xu utterly hated his wretched constitution. What a load of rubbish! This supposedly "excessive yang" constitution—
it brought no benefits, only constant horny flare-ups, always getting him into trouble. Otherwise, last night's disaster wouldn't have happened!

Yang Xu dared not stare at the scene in the courtyard any longer, lest his lust explode uncontrollably!

At this moment, the three men were clearly at their most intense, their movements becoming increasingly fierce and swift, ravaging the poor girl
until her frail body trembled violently, like a rootless sail on the sea, so helpless, so
desperate…

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed outside the courtyard, the men's lewd and shameless laughter incessant. The girl's
painful groans grew weaker, and the bleeding increased; time was clearly running out!

Should he intervene or not? Torn between these conflicting thoughts, Yang Xu suddenly recalled the look of disappointment

on his Seventh Aunt Zhao Shuying's face as she looked at him from the mountaintop … 　　Yang Xu's heart trembled violently! 　　That's right, Seventh Aunt hates men who disrespect women the most! 　　If he doesn't help this poor girl, how can he face Seventh Aunt again in the future? 　　Thinking of this, Yang Xu became resolute. 　　The three men were engrossed in their game of ravaging the girl, each on the verge of ejaculation, completely absorbed, unaware that Yang Xu was lurking outside the courtyard. 　　Clearly, their cultivation levels weren't high either. Although they seemed strong and capable, Yang Xu couldn't sense their inner energy; it was at least much weaker than his current cultivation. Otherwise, even if they were distracted by lewdness, they should have noticed the sudden change in the aura outside the courtyard. 　　Yang Xu breathed a slight sigh of relief, silently calculating the best time to strike! 　　Just as Yang Xu was concentrating and preparing to strike, the man lying on his back suddenly grabbed the girl's legs tightly, thrusting forcefully, then plunging in all the way, forcefully inserting the last bit of his penis into the girl's tight, shallow vagina. His penis forced its way through the small opening, and with a muffled groan from the girl, the man seemed to be struck by a sword.

He remained motionless, then his hips began to tremble violently, spraying thick, hot semen deep into the girl's
untouched, delicate flower core...

Then, perhaps stimulated by the man who had already ejaculated, or perhaps the girl's trembling made
the man behind her, who was ravaging her anus, feel something amiss, or perhaps it was the sudden penetration of the man's penis into her flower core, pressing against the anus separated only by a
thin layer of flesh, that caused him to also let out a loud "Ah!", his hands plunging into the girl's slender buttocks, and he too
began to ejaculate.

The man whose thick, dark penis was entering and exiting the girl's small mouth grumbled in dissatisfaction, began to thrust his hips wildly,
and finally, with a howl, he too ejaculated into the girl's mouth.

Time seemed to freeze.

The moment had arrived!

Yang Xu's eyes suddenly lit up. He deliberately shifted his gaze from the girl's pitifully exposed private parts, and like a roc spreading its wings
, he leaped lightly and swiftly over the wooden fence. With a single push off the fence, he silently pounced
on the three trembling men.

The three were too engrossed in their act, and at the crucial moment of ejaculation, their vigilance was undoubtedly at its lowest, giving Yang
Xu the perfect opportunity.

Only when Yang Xu was already close did the three sense the danger from the slight gust of wind. By the time they turned around in shock,
it was too late!

The first to suffer was the man whose back was turned to Yang Xu. He had barely turned his head, his gaze not even
fully shifting, when Yang Xu's palm, descending from above, struck the man directly on the top of his head, producing a muffled "thud
."

This was Yang Xu's first real combat experience since he began practicing martial arts. Completely different from the usual sparring with
his elders or peers, his attack was merciless. Fearing his opponent's formidable strength, Yang Xu
used almost all of his internal energy in this strike.

Like a giant hammer striking a watermelon, the man struck on the skull didn't even have time to scream before his entire skull
was shattered by Yang Xu's overwhelming internal force. Blood immediately flowed from his seven orifices, and he collapsed limply to the ground. His slender
penis also splattered with blood, it was unclear whether it was the man's or the blood of a girl whose anus had been injured.

Yang Xu was slightly stunned, completely unexpected to achieve such a good result on his first strike. The man he killed
didn't even have a chance to resist; Yang Xu couldn't even sense a trace of martial arts
internal energy within him.

Of course, this was no time for doubt. Having succeeded in his first attack, Yang Xu disregarded the discomfort of killing for the first time.
The moment he landed, he immediately executed a classic "Wild Goose Descending on the Sandbank" move, delivering a swift and ruthless kick
to the heart of the man who had been ravaging the girl's mouth, who was also stunned.

"Bang!"

The kick sent the man flying, severing his heart meridian. The man let out a sharp
, short scream before flying backward. His thick, short penis, pulled from the girl's mouth, even ejaculated
two spurts of semen in mid-air before it hit the ground, already lifeless.

Only then did the man, lying on his back after ejaculating, react. Seeing the tall, handsome young man, he was
momentarily shocked, completely unexpected that the expert who had ambushed his brother was so young.

The man tried to get up, but having just ejaculated—three times in a short period—his lower back muscles were still
weak. The slender girl sitting between his legs made her weight feel like
a thousand pounds, preventing him from rising. A look of terror and panic flashed in his eyes.

"Little brother, wait, let's talk this out, I…"

Yang Xu wouldn't give his opponent a chance to breathe. Who knew if this guy had other accomplices? Leaving
him alive would only bring endless trouble!

Before the man could finish speaking, Yang Xu unleashed another powerful punch with lightning speed, the iron fist slamming down hard
on the man's face, who looked utterly terrified.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, accompanied by the man's desperate scream, then the sound abruptly stopped,
and everything returned to silence...

Yang Xu stared blankly at his fist, completely unexpected. In such a short time, he had not only meddled in someone else's
business, but also taken the lives of three strong men on his very first attempt. The stench of blood assaulted his nostrils, and Yang Xu
felt a surge of blood rush to his chest, almost vomiting.

The difference between a real life-or-death struggle and sparring with fellow disciples was truly immense!

The girl's weak groan brought Yang Xu back to his senses.

Shaking his head, he put aside the discomfort and complex emotions from his first killing, and his gaze fell
on the dying girl. Her thin body slumped against the man whose face had been smashed, trying several times to prop herself
up, but unable to continue, she collapsed again.

A pair of bewildered and helpless eyes looked at Yang Xu, and she uttered a weak voice with difficulty: "Help...help me...
"

Yang Xu suddenly realized that the girl's lower body was still filled with the man's repulsive penis beneath her
. Her ravaged vulva was still dripping with conspicuous bloodstains and
the semen that had flowed back after the man's ejaculation.

Yang Xu smiled awkwardly. Having never encountered such a situation before, he had almost no experience in handling it. He only wanted to help the
girl and get her out of her misery as soon as possible. Without thinking, he stretched out his arms, his hands, which had just killed someone, and supported the girl's
ribs, slowly lifting her upper body. He felt that the girl's body was so light that she could hardly feel its weight, and
a pang of pity shot through him. He instinctively exerted force, freeing the girl from the dead man's body. 　　A strange sound rang out, jarringly abrupt in the quiet atmosphere. The dead man's sizable penis remained erect, stretching the girl's delicate, shallow vagina to its limit.

Suddenly , it was forcibly pulled out, accompanied by the girl's uncomfortable moans, naturally producing this strange sound, like a cork being pulled from a bottle. 　　The girl, brutally violated by three men, had lost all sense of shame. At an age when she should be innocent and carefree, she suffered such a tragedy. Any woman in her shoes would likely feel utter despair.

The girl's vulva and anus, dripping with blood and semen, had not yet regained their original tightness and looked like a complete
mess. Even her once small and delicate nipples were now bruised and swollen from being kneaded, a truly pitiful
sight.

Yang Xu felt a flush of heat. After all, he was too close to the girl, and she was naked. The physical contact
made it hard for Yang Xu not to think of the way she had been wantonly ravaged by these three men. Although he didn't have any evil thoughts,
his primal instincts made him unable to suppress them. He quickly grabbed the girl's outer garment that had been thrown aside and
covered her with it, blocking the visual contact with her naked body. Only then did he feel a little better.

The girl seemed oblivious to this, lacking even the strength to sit, and slumped softly into Yang Xu's arms.
With great effort, she turned her head to look at the motionless woman on the ground beside her, and stammered, "My...my mother..."

Yang Xu instinctively looked at the pale, naked woman on the ground. Although her features were still delicate and attractive
, her eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, and she was lifeless. He sighed inwardly, shook his head slightly, and
whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm too late. Your mother...she's gone!"

Two streams of tears immediately flowed down the girl's cheeks, yet she murmured weakly, "..." "No, it's alright, I
'll be going to join my mother soon, big brother. Thank you for avenging me and my mother."

Seeing the girl's increasingly weak breath, Yang Xu felt a pang of sorrow. When he picked her up, he had already tried to
channel his inner energy into her heart meridian to help her regain her life, but he clearly found that her body was empty
, already exhausted. His inner energy had no effect whatsoever, leaving Yang Xu both surprised
and helpless.

"Little sister, is there anything you haven't finished wishing for?" Yang Xu asked softly, unable to bear it.

The girl smiled sadly, about to shake her head, when suddenly, as if in a final burst of energy, she seemed to find strength from nowhere, her thin
hands tightly gripping Yang Xu's wrists, her voice trembling, "Big brother, everyone in our village...everyone's dead,
right?"

Yang Xu nodded blankly, unsure how to comfort her, only giving a soft "hmm."

The girl gritted her teeth and said, "Big brother, I beg you for something!"

Yang Xu was taken aback: "What is it?"

The girl struggled to lift her head, looking into Yang Xu's bright black eyes, and said with difficulty, "These villains, I don't know
where they came from, they want to capture Aunt Ju Xiang and Little Bean. They were staying in our village, but
they learned of the villains' arrival and fled beforehand. Now, I don't know if they've been caught... Big brother
, I beg you, Aunt Ju Xiang and Little Bean are good people, their fate is so tragic, please help them, please
don't let them fall into the hands of these villains."

With her last strength, the girl raised her arm and pointed in a certain direction: "They... escaped in this direction
!"

Yang Xu felt a pang of pity. He hadn't expected that even on her deathbed, the girl would still care about the safety of others, instead of begging him
to avenge the village. It was clear that she had deep feelings for the escaped Ju Xiang and Little Bean.

He didn't want to cause any more trouble, but seeing the girl's eyes filled with her last hope, Yang Xu
couldn't bring himself to refuse. He sighed inwardly and subconsciously nodded, "Okay, I promise you!"

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly smiled gently, "Then I'm relieved... Big brother, you're a
good person. It's a pity my body is defiled, and I'm about to die. If there's a next life... I'll definitely marry
you and serve you for the rest of my life!"

Yang Xu's nose tingled, and he quickly nodded, "Yes, yes, in the next life, I'll be waiting for you!"

A blush rose on the girl's face, and she smiled with utter peace and ease. Then, in Yang Xu's arms,
she breathed her last...

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