The Legendary Twins Prequel

The Legend of the Twin Beauties Prequel (Complete)

(Part 1)
Diling Manor, Hunan Province.
Diling Manor is located on the banks of the Xiang River, covering a vast area with fields stretching as far as the eye can see. The houses in the manor are exquisite, with flowers and willows providing shade, truly a paradise on earth.
The manor owner, Tie Wushuang, the "Leader of the Hunan Martial Arts Alliance," is nicknamed "Loves Talent to the Maxim of Life." He has white hair and beard, and a ruddy complexion. At this moment, he sits in the flower hall of the manor, with two disciples standing on his left and right sides. The one on the left has thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a purplish-black face, and is his eldest disciple, Shangguan Tiande; the one on the right has a handsome face and is gentle and polite, and is his second disciple and son-in-law, Li Dazui.
It turns out that Tie Wushuang's daughter, Tie Baobao, is known as "Fat Zhaojun." Although she is plump, she has the beauty to make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and the beauty to shame the moon and flowers. Both Shangguan Tiande and Li Dazui initially vied for the position of the groom's son-in-law, but unexpectedly, Old Man Tie, after much deliberation, chose Li Dazui, whose martial arts skills were only second-rate and who relied solely on his silver tongue to make
a living in the martial arts world. Although Shangguan Tiande was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to obey his master's orders. Tonight was their wedding night, and Tie Wushuang, watching the servants bustling about inside and outside the house, turned to Li Dazui, who was standing by, and said, "My dear son-in-law, go and prepare things. Don't neglect the baby later."
The bright moon hung in the sky, and the candlelight flickered red. After seeing off the guests who had come to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber, the slightly tipsy groom, Li Dazui, happily returned to the bridal chamber, bolted the door, walked to his bride's side, and lifted the veil. He had expected to see a beautiful face, both joyful and shy, but to his surprise, the bride was cold and devoid of any smile. Li Dazui said gently, "My wife, it's getting late, go to bed!"
Tie Baobao raised her eyebrows and said irritably, "You sleep by yourself! I'm feeling down, I want to sit alone."
Li Dazui asked, "What's bothering you? Tell me and I'll try to help you."
Fat Zhaojun glanced at him and said, "Nothing. I just don't understand why my father insisted I marry you."
Li Dazui felt slightly displeased: "I'm skilled in both literature and martial arts, and I'm handsome and charming, what's wrong with that? Besides, we've already paid our respects to heaven and earth today, am I supposed to spend my wedding night alone?"
"I'll follow my husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog, I have no choice but to accept my fate. But whether we consummate our marriage today depends on my mood!"
Li Dazui roared angrily, "This auspicious day and time cannot be missed. If you keep making excuses, I'll force myself on you!" With that, he grabbed Tie Baobao, and with a swift movement, he stripped the plump Zhaojun of her clothes, revealing her bare skin.
The plump Zhaojun, her hair disheveled, her red perfume scattered, her bright eyes glistening with tears, and a faint breath emanating from her jade-like neck. Her thighs were white, smooth, and glossy; her arms, like two tender lotus roots just emerging from the water, were slippery and sweet, making one want to take a bite. Her hips and knees resembled surging waves, cascading down her legs, flowing over her broad, beautiful abdomen, swirling at her navel, and then crashing against two prominent mounds.
This breathtaking beauty of the human form instantly ignited a burning lust in Li Dazui, making his ears burn, his heart pound, and his mouth water. He roared, grasping Tie Baobao's firm, bouncy breasts, kneading and squeezing them forcefully, then fiercely sucking on her rosy nipples, occasionally biting her snow-white flesh.
Tie Baobao struggled and twisted, but to no avail. She felt her nipples harden unconsciously under Li Dazui's sucking, and at the same time, her vagina began to secrete fluid. She knew her self-respect had vanished, and helplessly twisted her delicate body, hoping to stop Li Dazui's continued assault.
Li Dazui released Pang Zhaojun, quickly shook off his clothes, and, naked, embraced Tie Baobao again. He pressed his thighs tightly against Tie Baobao's jade-like legs, preventing her lower body from twisting, while simultaneously pressing his hot glans firmly against her forced-open honey hole, using her twisting movements to rub against her vulva. The intense movement had already left Tie Baobao drenched in sweat, forcing her to give up resisting.
Taking advantage of her exhaustion, his penis slowly forced its way through Tie Baobao's vulva, inch by inch penetrating her vagina, until the hot glans pressed hard against her clitoris. Li Dazui stopped with satisfaction, quietly enjoying the pleasure of successful penetration, feeling Pang Zhaojun's warm, tight vaginal walls gripping his penis, constantly sucking and stroking it, streams of love juice gradually flowing out like a tide, making his thrusts even smoother.
Li Dazui, breathing heavily, began his final assault. He thrust wildly five or six hundred times in one breath, feeling a sudden spasm throughout his body, and released his pent-up desires onto the opening of the delicate cervix. The milky-white, cloudy semen, containing countless tiny lives, poured into Tie Baobao's uterus, which desperately needed filling, filling every inch of space, before slowly flowing back out from the cervix, down the vagina, labia, and then down her snow-white, rounded thighs, gently dripping onto the bed.
Exhausted, Li Dazui released Pang Zhaojun. The combination of alcohol and fatigue caused him to quickly fall into a deep sleep, snoring loudly.
The moon was low, the stars were few, and the night was still. Sometime later, Li Dazui awoke with a start. He reached out to touch the side, but couldn't find Tie Baobao's full body. He abruptly opened his eyes and looked around; indeed, Pang Zhaojun was nowhere to be seen in the bridal chamber. It was probably midnight. Where had Pang Zhaojun gone?
His bride had disappeared on their wedding night; how could he explain this to his father-in-law? Li Dazui panicked, quickly got up, dressed, and went outside to search.
After turning several corners of the corridor, he suddenly heard faint sounds of a man and woman laughing and joking. He calmed himself and carefully discerned the source of the sounds, recognizing it as his senior brother Shangguan Tiande's bedroom. Suspicious, Li Dazui hurriedly tiptoed to the window, moistened his little finger with saliva, and made a small crescent-shaped hole in the window paper. He peered intently—and what he saw ignited a nameless fire within him, his nostrils flaring.
In the candlelight on the large bed, he could vaguely see the red waves of the quilt and the silvery ripples of the curtains, and the playful sounds of a man and woman making love pierced his ears. Judging from the voices, the man was his senior brother Shangguan Tiande, and the woman was none other than his newlywed wife, the plump Zhaojun Tie Baobao!
Looking closer, Tie Baobao resembled a drunken Yang Guifei, her white flesh exposed. She lay on the bed, her buttocks raised, revealing a bright red vulva beneath her plump, round buttocks. Her large labia were parted, and vaginal fluid flowed continuously from within. Shangguan Tiande, with his long, enormous member erect, thrust vigorously into her from behind, while his hands reached around to Tie Baobao's chest, wantonly kneading her two high, firm breasts. He teased her, saying, "Junior sister, do you think this Ruyi Jingu Bang (a magical staff) of yours is more powerful than Li Dazui's?"
Tie Baobao lightly spat and retorted, "How can it compare to you, senior brother!"
After a while, Shangguan Tiande said, "Come on! Let's change positions." He sat on the edge of the bed, letting Tie Baobao sit on his lap. He used his hands to separate her labia and instructed her to aim at his bright red glans and slowly insert it into her vagina. Tie Baobao did as he was told, gently twisting her buttocks to allow his penis to slide inside her vagina. Shangguan Tiande played with her breasts with both hands, occasionally sucking on her nipples.
Tie Baobao's buttocks wiggled faster and faster, and with each movement, her large breasts trembled rapidly. Her face was flushed, her alluring almond-shaped eyes slightly closed, her expression one of pure bliss. She quickly reached orgasm, collapsing limply into Shangguan Tiande's arms. Just as
the two were enjoying their moment of passionate intimacy, a loud crash rang out. The door was kicked open, followed by a series of footsteps, and Li Dazui stood before the bed.
Shangguan Tiande and Pang Zhaojun panicked for a moment. But quickly regained their composure, coldly watching Li Dazui, waiting to see what he would do.
Li Dazui gritted his teeth, his voice filled with hatred: "You...you two actually dared to do this..."
"What do you want?" Shangguan Tiande and Pang Zhaojun retorted aggressively.
Li Dazui struggled to suppress his anger, his voice filled with grief and indignation: "Considering that the old hero Tie cherishes talent like his own life and has treated me with immense kindness, as long as you two repent from now on, turn over a new leaf, and stop your clandestine affair, today's matter will be severed, and I... I can keep quiet about it."
"Ha..." Fat Zhaojun laughed loudly, "You want me to be your wife, so I'll make you a live tortoise! A live tortoise, ha..."
Shangguan Tiande also chuckled and said, "You always consider yourself a talented man, don't you even understand the saying 'a toad wants to eat swan meat'? Get out of here and don't disturb our good time!"
Li Dazui's body trembled violently, this was because he could no longer bear it, yet he was still enduring it.
Seeing this, Fat Zhaojun became even more audacious, laughing and lewdly, "Didn't you hear me? I told you to get out and stop interfering in our business. Li Dazui, Li Dazui, I'm not afraid of your cunning, you're only good for drinking my foot-washing water..."
"You, you can't force me to take action!" Li Dazui wanted to devour them, issuing a warning, his voice still trembling.
Shangguan Tiande responded with a burst of wild laughter, "With your meager skills, you dare to say such things in front of me?"
Li Dazui, usually so eloquent, was now speechless.
Fat Zhaojun continued to urge him on, "Give him a lesson, let him know that the Horse King has three eyes!"
Shangguan Tiande let out a long howl, leaping naked from the bed, landing beside the table, and grabbing the sword resting there. At the same time, Li Dazui remained motionless. Shangguan Tiande grinned maliciously and thrust his sword towards Li Dazui's "Zhongwan" acupoint in his abdomen. Li Dazui raised his hand and tightly gripped the tip of the sword.
Shangguan Tiande's expression changed drastically, his body trembling like a leaf, and he cried out in a trembling voice, "The Yin Wind Black Sand Palm!"
The hand Li Dazui had raised, from the "Quchi" point upwards, had turned pitch black. This was Tie Wushuang's ancestral secret
technique, the "Yin Wind Black Palm," used to fight weapons barehanded, as easily as manipulating grass and trees! Shangguan Tiande hadn't expected his master to secretly teach this skill, which he had refused to pass on to him, to his junior brother. He had just muttered, "Master is so biased," when Li Dazui's palm, imbued with a hundredfold hatred, struck towards his face. He was utterly powerless to resist, letting out a scream before collapsing backward, clearly beyond saving.
Fat Zhaojun, filled with grief and rage, jumped off the bed, her voluptuous body naked, and rushed towards Li Dazui, crying and cursing, "You dare kill him, I'll make you pay—"
Before she could utter the word "life," her eyelids closed, and her soul departed. The "Yin Wind Black Sand Palm" had brought her to her end.
Li Dazui, still consumed by hatred, roared as if possessed, "I won't be satisfied until I devour you, you slut!" He then wielded his hand like a knife, actually tearing a large chunk of tender flesh from between Fat Zhaojun's firm, high breasts, tossing it into his mouth, chewing it fiercely, and swallowing it whole.
Even so, it wasn't enough to quell his anger. He decided to go all the way, dragging Tie Baobao's body into the kitchen, hacking and tearing it apart, then throwing it into a pot to cook.
Meanwhile, Tianxiangtang Diling Manor was in an uproar. Two maids had discovered the bodies of Tie Baobao and Shangguan Tiande, waking everyone in the manor. Except for Tie Wushuang, who was completely drunk, everyone was searching for the murderer, following the trail of blood to the kitchen.
Li Dazui was trapped inside, with no way to escape. His drunkenness had been somewhat sobered up by this ordeal, and he yelled at the crowd, "You want to arrest me and execute me? I'll go with you after I've eaten my wife's flesh!" He reached out and grabbed the human flesh from the pot, not caring about the heat, and took a big bite: "Damn, it's so sour!"
A piercing scream erupted from the crowd. Seeing Li Dazui eating a person, they were all terrified, their faces ashen, and they turned and ran.
Li Dazui was initially bewildered, then it dawned on him, and he muttered to himself, "Damn, eating people can be frightening, this isn't so bad!" He picked up the human flesh and began to devour it, as if the meat had become a delicacy, and he no longer felt the sourness.
The sourness could cure the hangover; after eating the human flesh, his drunkenness vanished. Li Dazui was troubled: If Tie Wushuang woke up, he would surely avenge his daughter, and wouldn't hesitate to tear him to pieces, cook him, and feed him to the dogs! Having committed evil deeds, he had nowhere left to hide in the martial world. He had no other choice but to follow the only path before him—the Valley of Villains.
Having made up his mind, he strode towards the outside of the village and shouted to the people peeking from the shadows, "Hey! Tell my father-in-law, Old Man Tie, that I've left without saying goodbye. If he misses me, have him send a letter to the Valley of Villains!"
With that, he swaggered away. No one dared utter a sound; they held their breath.
He traveled day and night, under the moon and stars. From then on, the Valley of Villains had another villain.
(II)
The Valley of Villains! The Valley of Villains! This was a terrifying place that would make even children afraid to cry, and also a world-renowned ancient battlefield where many famous heroes had emerged. It was located on the western slopes of the Kunlun Mountains, with towering cliffs and rugged roads.
Noon was the only time the sun could shine into the Valley of Villains. Fortunately, the people of the Valley of Villains disliked sunlight; the less the sun shone, the better.
The road into the valley was winding and undulating. At the valley entrance, a stone tablet stood abruptly by the roadside, inscribed with two lines of large characters: "Enter the Valley, Enter the Valley, Never Be Slaves Again." Inside the small tavern in the valley, the door was half-open, releasing wafts of fragrant food and wine. The tavern's hall was elegantly furnished, with only one customer seated around five or six square tables. She possessed bright eyes and white teeth, a charming smile, and captivating allure; she appeared as a young, innocent girl, but was actually a notorious female demon, known as "Neither Male nor Female," Tu Jiaojiao.
The tavern owner was short and stout, with a round, smiling face; he was none other than "Laughing Buddha" Haha'er, one of the "Ten Villains" of the Valley of Villains. After serving the food and wine, he sat down next to Tu Jiaojiao, gently stroking her slender hand resting on the table, and said with a lecherous grin, "Jiaojiao, what brings you here today?"
Tu Jiaojiao gave him a flirtatious wink, "I missed you!"
Haha'er laughed loudly, "Don't try to drug me! The new guy in the valley, Li Dazui, is dashing and charming, you're not thinking about him, are you?"
"Li Dazui?" Tu Jiaojiao chuckled, "I'm afraid he'll swallow me whole!" She grabbed Haha'er's hand and exaggeratedly placed it on her full, high breasts, "Come on, feel it, my heart pounds just thinking about him!"
Haha'er's hand, through the thin fabric of her clothes, grasped Tu Jiaojiao's firm breasts and began to knead them vigorously. In the Valley of Villains, their secret affair was already an open secret. After a few laughs and jokes, Haha stood up, pinched Tu Jiaojiao's delicate face, and said, "Something's still cooking in the kitchen, I have to go check. Jiaojiao, there are no customers now, you go too, I have something for you."
"Okay! Let me see what rare thing it is." Tu Jiaojiao also stood up, gracefully following Haha towards the kitchen, leaving behind a fragrant breeze.
"Huh! There's nothing cooking in the pot!" Entering the kitchen, Tu Jiaojiao exclaimed in surprise, "Why did you trick me into coming here? Where's my gift?"
Haha walked behind her, wrapped his arms around Tu Jiaojiao, pressed his chest against her back, and took the opportunity to press his erect penis against her round buttocks, touching her through her skirt. Then, he lifted Tu Jiaojiao's skirt, and what he touched was a large clump of messy wild grass. "Oh! You're not even wearing underwear, how slutty!" Haha said, loosening his belt with his other hand and pulling out his long, thick thing. He aimed at the deep valley between Tu Jiaojiao's snowy buttocks and thrust it in with a "whoosh." "Jiaojiao, look, the rare thing I sent has arrived!"
Tu Jiaojiao suddenly felt a thick, hot rod inserted into her vagina. She quickly braced herself on the stove, bent over, sticking out her round buttocks, and turned to him with a charming smile, saying, "So it's this thing. I've already experienced it!" As she spoke, she twisted her buttocks backward to welcome Haha's thrusts. She felt that each insertion of the penis almost touched the deepest part of her uterus, occasionally touching the sensitive soft flesh inside, arousing her intense pleasure.
Haha'er thrust harder and harder, feeling Tu Jiaojiao's labia contract repeatedly, like her cherry-like lips tightly gripping the base of his penis. He moved his abdomen up and down to meet her wanton vagina, his hands, not content with that, plunging deep into Tu Jiaojiao's silk bodice, wantonly kneading and playing with her large, swaying breasts, pinching her tender nipples until they hardened and stood erect.
The two entwined intimately for more than ten minutes, and finally, at the final climax, Haha'er buried his entire penis deep into Tu Jiaojiao's vagina. As the stars flashed before his eyes, his semen gushed out uncontrollably, shooting deep into the heart of Tu Jiaojiao's flower. Tu Jiaojiao also trembled with spasms all over, her fair and smooth hands desperately holding Haha'er tightly, uttering a series of incoherent murmurs in a daze.
After the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, the two straightened their clothes and were about to go out when they suddenly heard someone shouting outside, "Haha'er, Boss Du wants you to gather at the Hall of Villains immediately! There's an enemy invasion!" The voice was intermittent, ethereal, and fleeting—who else could it be but the "half-human, half-ghost" Yin Jiuyou?!
The Hall of Villains was a huge cave, gloomy and dark, covered in cobwebs and dust. When Haha'er and Tu Jiaojiao arrived there, the other villains were already there. Sitting on the tiger-skin chair in the center was a man, thin and tall, wearing a snow-white robe, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face pale, almost transparent like ice. He was Du Sha, the leader of the villains who was known throughout the martial arts world for his "Bloody Hands."
The other villains varied in height and build, but the most eye-catching among them was a young girl in a light green dress and a red camellia tucked behind her ear. Her charming and alluring smile was as beautiful as a flower and as sweet as honey, yet she covered her nostrils with a scented handkerchief, as if to block out the stench of decay and mold in the cave. Her name was Xiao Mimi, and she had a resounding nickname in the martial arts world: "So alluring she could kill." Even the most filial sons in the "Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars" would sell their parents for nothing if they fell for her.
Du Sha waved his hand, silencing the commotion, and said, "Brothers, our Evil Valley is becoming increasingly prosperous, but many enemies are also coming to our door. We've received reports that our neighbors, the 'Seven Swords of Kunlun,' have recently sent a message to the Central Plains martial arts world, saying they will soon be launching a raid on Evil Valley. I ask you all to discuss how to deal with this."
The villains shouted in unison, "Let's meet them head-on! Let's fight them!"
Before Du Sha could reply, the atmosphere suddenly changed. Two men stumbled into the hall, pointing frantically outside and shouting, "They're here! They're here! The Seven Swords of Kunlun have broken in..."
The ten villains roared in unison and rushed out of the Evil Valley to meet them. They were on their own territory, and together with the other villains of Evil Valley, all hated the invading enemy. They cheered them on, their momentum overwhelming, possessing all the advantages of timing, location, and popular support. Therefore, they were not afraid and chatted freely.
The Seven Swords of Kunlun—the Sky Swordsman, the Star Swordsman, the Wind and Rain Swordsman, the Thunder Swordsman, the Mist Swordsman, the Cloud Swordsman, and the Frost Swordsman—united in their hatred of the enemy, charged straight into the demon's lair. The Big Dipper Sword Formation stood like a mountain peak before the Ten Villains.
Li Dazui appeared as a strategist, pointing at the Big Dipper Sword Formation and saying, "This formation is full of hidden secrets and can withstand ten thousand men. If we attack it head-on, we will hardly win. We must attack simultaneously from above, middle, and below; left, middle, and right; front, middle, and rear. Hey everyone, the Sky Swordsman in the center of the formation is the most skilled of the Seven Swordsmen, and his flesh must be the most delicious. Don't try to take it from me!"
Xiao Mimi said disgustedly, "These seven Taoists are covered in sweat. How can you eat them? You should keep them all! If you give them to me, I'm afraid I'll lose my appetite!"
"It's harmful to others and not beneficial to oneself," Bai Kaixin chuckled. "Let's do as Li Dazui says. However, we need to elect one person to lead the charge and attract the Seven Swords' attention so the others can make their move."
Xiao Mimi eagerly chimed in, "In that case, let's try out my Enchanting Beauty Skill first!"
With a charming smile, she faced the overwhelming killing intent and blinding sword light, calmly walking towards the Big Dipper Seven Sword Formation. Her steps were so graceful, her waist so light, as if she were strolling leisurely.
The Kunlun Seven Swords were stunned: Whose girl is this? How did she end up in the Valley of Villains, on this battlefield of life and death?
Suddenly, Xiao Mimi began to dance an enchanting dance. Her outer garment, short skirt, and underwear... one by one, left her body and flew towards the Seven Swords. In the blink of an eye, only a flesh-red, close-fitting bodice remained. Her hair was disheveled, her perfume smudged, her arms were smooth, her legs were lightly raised, and her slender waist swayed—she resembled a stunningly beautiful woman in the throes of spring, or a seductive vixen. With each graceful movement of her hands and feet, her breasts and groin were exposed.
She used the signature skills of a renowned courtesan, employing the best weapons that had conquered countless men. Every aspect of her allure and figure was captivating and alluring, her radiant gaze revealing her irresistible charm.
The seven swordsmen were dumbfounded. They were all monks, adhering to the strict rules of abstinence from lust, believing that lust corrupted their conduct and damaged their spirit, and regarding lewdness as the root of all evil. They had never witnessed such blatant seduction, especially not on a battlefield amidst carnage, when two armies clashed!
A chorus of "Excellent! Excellent..." filled the air as the seven swordsmen wielded their seven longswords with a whistling wind, forming a defensive barrier that prevented anyone from approaching. Everyone turned their faces away to suppress their trembling hearts.
Seeing this, Li Dazui, who was watching the battle, panicked and shouted, "Oh no! Their swords are in front, but their eyes are behind us. How can we launch a sneak attack? We probably won't be able to eat this human flesh!"
Tu Jiaojiao, who was standing to the side, couldn't contain herself any longer. Seeing Xiao Mimi stealing the spotlight, her jealousy was already rising. As the Seven Swordsmen turned their faces away, she gently twisted her waist and floated to stand in front of the Seven Swordsmen of Kunlun.
The Seven Swordsmen were stunned again: Where did such a gentle and beautiful woman come from? Tu Jiaojiao twisted a few times, and her modesty was nowhere to be seen. She had become a naked goddess!
In this Valley of Villains, she was like someone playing in her mother's arms, or like a lover of the mountain god, offering herself to her beloved. She flaunted her graceful figure, her jade-like skin, naturally beautiful; she flaunted her allure, her graceful movements, a masterpiece of nature. Her skin, snow-white and delicately pink, was flawless; her firm, exquisite breasts rose and fell with her dance; her balanced, curvaceous figure, smooth abdomen, long, rounded thighs, and alluring triangle were masterpieces of nature, like a secluded valley in the deep mountains, serene and untouched by human presence. A shallow stream flowed over her, sparkling and shimmering, a truly wondrous sight.
The sight of the Kunlun Seven Swordsmen, a vision of spring, caused a moment of dizziness, and they hastily closed their eyes, chanting a string of "Good, good..."
"Not good!" The Sky Swordsman awoke with a start, realizing he had been tricked, and cried out in alarm. He was about to order an attack, but it was too late.
The Ten Villains had seized the opening in the Big Dipper Seven Star Sword Formation, leading their numerous lesser villains in a fierce assault from above, below, left, right, front, and rear. The Seven Swordsmen's formation crumbled, their power diminished, and they fought individually, outnumbered and outmatched.
The Cloud Mist Swordsman cried out, "Brothers, break through quickly! I'll cover the rear!" He struggled to his feet, his body covered in wounds, charging left and right like a trapped beast fighting desperately.
The Sky Swordsman rushed to join the Five Swordsmen—Star, Wind and Rain, Thunder and Lightning, Mist and Dew—and together they fought their way out of the valley. Their swords were broken and their weapons chipped, and they were exhausted, but they finally escaped. Looking back, the six swordsmen screamed in unison, writhing in agony: the Cloud Mist Swordsman, who hadn't yet escaped, was now a bloody mess, kicked and tossed around by the Ten Villains, a gruesome sight.
The six swordsmen roared and fought their way back, snatching the dying Cloud Mist Swordsman from the chaos. Protecting each other, they slowly retreated from the Valley of Villains.
The clouds were light, the wind gentle, the moon cold, and the stars gleaming. The Valley of Villains returned to its former tranquility after the fierce battle. The righteous path of the martial world's attempt to wipe out the demon's lair had suffered its first major setback. As always, the notorious gambler Xuan Yuan San Guang resumed his reckless gambling spree, while Haha'er and Tu Jiaojiao continued their old flirtatious affair. No one could have imagined that an even greater storm was about to engulf the entire martial arts world!
(III) Just as the Valley of Villains rose to prominence in Shennongjia, another group of vicious and ruthless figures emerged in the Central Plains martial arts world. The "Twelve Constellations," previously unknown figures, suddenly appeared, causing the heavens and earth to tremble and the mountains and rivers to shake. Even top-tier masters were terrified and fell silent at the mere mention of their name. They threw the martial arts world, which had only managed twenty years of peace, into chaos once more.
The invincible "Number One Tyrant," who had dominated the martial arts world at Mount Tai, was found dead overnight on the banks of the Grand Canal; the unparalleled "Deadly Golden Blade" was found dead in the street in broad daylight; the "Soul-Chasing Skull," who roamed the martial arts world, died mysteriously in his secret bed at Crouching Tiger Manor; even the "Number One Manor Under Heaven," the old master of Ouyang Manor, was massacred on a dark and stormy night, his own spirit drifting into the underworld.
Subsequent investigations revealed that almost all of these bloodshed incidents were related to the "Twelve Constellations." Just who were they? Why did they commit so many bloody crimes?
North of the Three Gorges, between the Yangtze and Han Rivers, lies Shennongjia, the highest primeval forest in Central China. Legend has it that in ancient times, the legendary Emperor Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs here to cure all kinds of diseases. Due to the steep peaks and deep ravines, he had to build scaffolds to climb up and down to collect
the herbs, hence the name "Shennongjia" (Shennongjia). From here, one can see vast expanses of clouds and misty trees, undulating and secluded, stretching as far as the eye can see; up close, countless ancient trees reach for the sky, and various flowers and grasses vie for beauty; waterfalls cascade, caves offer wonders, rare birds sing, and exotic animals roam. Several martial arts masters—Mi Shiba, Yu Boya, Lady Xiao, Han Xiangzi, and Nan Guosheng—lived in seclusion here, detached from worldly affairs.
One morning, Lady Xiao came alone to the main peak of Shennongjia, known as the "First Peak of Central China," to practice her new move, the "Ehuang Eighteen Transformations." After practicing for a while in that misty, legendary spot where Shennong, the ancient Chinese immortal, supposedly built a ladder to heaven, she sat down by a flowing spring to drink and rest. Looking at her reflection in the water—a frail, old woman with silver hair—she suddenly had a brilliant idea: why not try a new method and see if she could regain her youth?
She quickly used her "Eighteen Transformations of Ehuang" technique, dipping her hands into the spring water and wiping them on her face.
A miracle occurred instantly! The spring water reflected a beautiful face with delicate eyebrows, radiant cheeks, and cherry-red lips, like a white lotus flower glistening with dew. Just
as Ms. Xiao was about to smile, she frowned: although her face had become younger, her hands were still bulging with veins, and her body was wrinkled!
She removed her clothes, lying naked in the spring, using a stone as a pillow. Her long, dark hair spread like clouds across the gray rocks. With her eyes slightly closed, she began to practice the "Eighteen Transformations of Ehuang" technique, her hands constantly rubbing her body. The feeling was like being caressed by a lover's hand. Gradually, her long, slender legs became rounded and supple, and her skin began to radiate youthful vitality.
Suddenly, a dog barked.
A dog barking on the majestic, towering peak of Central China was already alarming, but this bark was even more unusual, possessing an eerie quality. Startled,
Ms. Xiao opened her eyes and saw a dark shadow leap out of the forest, seemingly a person and a horse. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a golden monkey riding a large, white-toothed wolfhound. The wolfhound, with its tiger-like body and wolf-like snout, was twice the size of a normal dog, and constantly growled. The golden monkey, on the other hand, had fiery eyes with an inexplicable, pale green glint in its gaze, making it extremely eerie.
The monkey and the dog approached the spring. The golden monkey squeaked, somersaulted on the dog's back, landed at the spring's edge, and swiftly grabbed Ms. Xiao's dress with its claws. With several
more somersaults, it flew away. Ms. Xiao, startled, jumped naked from the spring and rushed after it. But the giant dog let out a fierce roar and pounced on Ms. Xiao, its row of gleaming white teeth aimed straight for her throat. Ms. Xiao hurriedly dodged. Despite its size, the giant dog was surprisingly agile. With a swift movement of its front paws, it turned and lunged at her again, its white teeth almost touching her skin. The stench emanating from the giant dog's gaping maw was suffocating.
Enraged, Lady Xiao unleashed a powerful double palm strike, a thunderous strike aimed at the giant dog's skull. As the dog leaped away, she simultaneously kicked out with her left leg (like a whirlwind breaking a tree) and her right leg (like
an iron ox plowing the ground). The dog was struck in the jaw, rolling on the ground, howling incessantly. With a whoosh, the golden monkey, its dress already hanging high in the treetops, leaped down and pounced on Lady Xiao, its claws flashing like lightning, aiming straight for her eyes.
Lady Xiao quickly deflected the monkey's claws with her Wind-Shielding Immortal Palm, followed by a series of attacks: Immortal
Pointing the Way, Divine Mirror Reflection, Little Demon Slaying Demon… The golden monkey moved with incredible agility and speed, its attacks missing its mark, yet its gleaming golden claws remained within three inches of Lady Xiao's eyes.
Enraged, Lady Xiao regretted forgetting to bring her magic jade flute. Seeing that she couldn't defeat the two beasts with her bare hands, she had a sudden inspiration. Despite being naked, she unleashed a powerful strike, "Thunderbolt Landing," and fell flat on her back.
The giant dog and golden monkey, seeing her lying down like Sleeping Beauty instead of attacking, were puzzled and their attacks slowed.
In a flash, Lady Xiao reached out and grabbed handfuls of dirt and grass. With a flick of her wrist, a shower of silver and golden raindrops rained down, like a giant net, engulfing the two beasts.
Though the giant dog was ferocious and the golden monkey intelligent, they were still beasts and couldn't evade Lady Xiao's deadly, casually thrown weapon. The giant dog howled in agony, the golden monkey groaned, and they fled in pain.
Ms. Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and leaped up, intending to climb the tree and retrieve her dress. However, a lewd, strange laugh suddenly sounded behind her: "Heh...what a picture of the Goddess of Wushan bathing!" She quickly turned and jumped into the spring, only her head above water, and stared intently—eight figures leaped out from behind the rocks and stood at the spring's edge. The first figure was thin, wearing a shimmering gold robe, with prominent cheekbones and sharp jaws, fiery eyes, and a smile that stretched almost to his ears; he resembled a monkey more than a human. The second figure had a fat head and large ears, two protruding currant-colored eyes, a lewd, flat nose, a protruding chin, and a tongue retracted between two fangs—he looked exactly like the giant dog's twin brother. The remaining six were all dressed in black, their faces covered with black cloths, revealing only a pair of gleaming eyes.
"Who are you?" Ms. Xiao asked.
The fat, dark-skinned man chuckled, "So you don't know the great name of our 'Twelve Constellations'? The Fruit Offering Lord and the Welcoming Lord are us..."
Lady Xiao shook her head. She'd never heard of the "Twelve Constellations," but judging from the eight men's sinister demeanor, they were clearly not benevolent.
The Fruit Offering Lord and the Welcoming Lord were fixated on the spring water, where beautiful, alluring bodies were faintly visible: two firm, jade-like breasts, rosy nipples, rounded, long thighs, and a lush, secluded valley...
"Get out of here, you shameless scoundrels!" Lady Xiao shouted.
The Fruit Offering Lord cackled, "Little lady, come on up and play with us brothers. The experience will be unforgettable! Heh..."
The Welcoming Lord, drooling, lewdly said, "The little beauty is shy. Come, let's serve her!" With that, he stepped into the spring water. The others, not to be outdone, jumped in with grins.
With nowhere to retreat or hide, Lady Xiao watched as eight men, sixteen hands, were about to touch her full, fair, and soft body. No longer caring about shame, she leaped ashore.
Seeing her naked, eight mouths grinned uncontrollably, sixteen lustful eyes blazing with desire.
Suddenly, Lady Xiao reached out, casually snapping off a tree branch. With a flick of her wrist, it resembled a long, silver whip, its cold light and murderous aura blazing. She unleashed a powerful "Wild Wind Breaks the Tree" strike, gathering all her inner strength, sweeping down on her waist. A torrent of killing intent burst forth from the cold light and murderous aura.
The Fruit-Offering Lord shouted, "Well done, 'Flying Flowers Everywhere,' indeed quite impressive!" Eight black figures soared into the sky and pounced on Lady Xiao. Individually, their martial arts might not be considered top-tier, but the eight of them, having shared life and death for so long, had developed a formidable combined attack technique. Now, unleashing it, Lady Xiao was immediately thrown into disarray. Furthermore, she hadn't brought her signature Jade Flute, and being naked before the men, she was inevitably embarrassed, already at a psychological disadvantage.
Seeing this, the Welcoming Lord roared, "Eight Directions of Majesty!" The eight attacked simultaneously from all directions. Even with Lady Xiao's exceptional skill and experience, she couldn't simultaneously deflect the attacks from all sides. She felt a tingling numbness in her left shoulder acupoint, and before she could even cry out "Not good!", she collapsed limply to the ground.
Watching helplessly as eight lecherous wolves surrounded her, Lady Xiao's heart ached. She never imagined that at nearly a hundred years old, she would fall into the hands of these scoundrels. "Fine," she thought, "I'd rather die than suffer this humiliation." Lady Xiao's eyes widened, and she was about to bite her tongue to commit suicide when suddenly she heard several earth-shattering roars, like thunderclaps from a clear sky. Turning around, she saw four old men, their toes barely touching the treetops, flying through the air like thunder gods descending from the heavens.
Needless to say, it was Mi Shiba, Yu Boya, Han Xiangzi, and Nan Guosheng who had arrived at the last moment! It turned out that they had discovered Lady Xiao was missing that morning, and noticing she had forgotten her protective jade flute, they feared she might be harmed by the strange birds and beasts of the deep forest, and also wanted to witness her new "Eighteen Transformations of Ehuang" technique. So they had come together to search for her, and by sheer coincidence, rescued her.
The eight men were utterly stunned by the roars of the four old men. This seemingly frail and senile old man showed no signs of age; his lightness skill alone revealed his considerable inner strength. In a moment of hesitation, the four old men rushed to his side. With a few loud "bangs," the four men in black were instantly killed, their souls scattered, heading to the underworld.
The Fruit Offering Lord and the Welcoming Lord, caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, were utterly horrified. They quickly exchanged a glance, whistled twice, and simultaneously pulled out several items from their bodies, throwing them. Taking advantage of their opponents' retreat to deal with the hidden weapons, they turned and leaped away, disappearing without a trace.
The four old men deflected the hidden weapons, and when they turned to look, not only had their enemies vanished, but Lady Xiao was also gone. They were greatly surprised.
"I'm here!" came Lady Xiao's voice from behind. The four old men looked in the direction of the voice and burst into laughter. It turned out that Lady Xiao had taken advantage of their battle to hide herself in the spring, concealing her naked state.
Mi Shiba teased, "Sister Xiao, how about your old brother gives you a back rub?"
Xiao, the Lady of the Palace, snapped, "Shut up! Quickly get me that dress from that treetop!"
Yu Boya quickly leaped to the treetop, retrieved the dress, and placed it by the spring.
Xiao then yelled, "All of you, turn around!"
Han Xiangzi laughed and praised, "Only today did I realize how graceful and charming Sister Xiao is! Truly wonderful!"
Nan Guosheng muttered, "Sister Xiao is so biased; others can see, but we aren't allowed to feast our eyes."
Yu Boya became furious and roared, "Close your eyes! Don't look at my Sister Xiao! Anyone who dares to open their eyes and peek, I'll gouge their eyes out!" The three old men dared not disobey and obediently turned around; Yu Boya also consciously closed his eyes. Just then, Lady Xiao hurriedly put on her clothes and suddenly shouted, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and chase after them!"
On the same night that Lady Xiao was attacked on the main peak of Shennongjia, two hundred miles away in the small town of Lijiaji on the edge of Shennongjia, a dark figure leaped high and low, flying over rooftops, and finally disappeared into the mansion of the wealthy Wang family at the east end of the town, flying into the boudoir of the young lady Sai Diaochan.
After a while, the lights in the room came on, and a masked man appeared in the light, his eyes burning like will-o'-the-wisps. He lifted the gauze curtain, and the sleeping beauty inside immediately ignited his desire. She was so beautiful: her black temples were as black as raven feathers, her eyebrows were as green as crescent moons, her lips were delicate, her almond eyes were clear, her nose was delicate and her face was as beautiful as spring, as lovely as peach blossoms, her body was like a flower, her hands were like scallion branches, she was truly enchanting and captivating, graceful and charming. They said she was as beautiful as Chu Wa and as charming as Xi Shi; she was a celestial maiden descended from the heavens, Chang'e emerging
from the moon. The masked man quickly transformed into a swarm of bees and butterflies, sweeping away Sai Diaochan's modesty in no time. Then, he stripped off his own clothes and pounced naked on the snow-white body of the young girl. Sai Diaochan awoke with a start, struggling in vain, trying to push the masked man off her. But her resistance only intensified his violence.
With a "whoosh," his penis slammed into Sai Diaochan's vagina, forcing her to let out a series of agonizing groans. The tearing of her vagina stimulated every nerve; she felt as if a red-hot baseball bat was being inserted into her lower body, violently churning her internal organs. She couldn't help but open her mouth wide and cry out in agony.
Ignoring Sai Diaochan's cries, the masked man grabbed her breasts, using the force to thrust his penis deeper into her womb. His lower abdomen slapped against her buttocks, creating a symphony of the most lewd and obscene thrusting, a soundscape that, combined with Sai Diaochan's moans, was almost heavenly.
As he thrust, the masked man secretly praised Sai Diaochan's exceptionally tight vagina; even penetration itself was incredibly pleasurable. The inner flesh coiled around his penis, gripping and sucking, causing him intense pleasure. For an ordinary person, ejaculation upon penetration wouldn't be surprising. The
masked man thrust five or six hundred times in one go, reaching a satisfying climax, before forcefully plunging into the very depths of Sai Diaochan's vagina, releasing all his pent-up desire at her opening cervix. The milky-white, turbid semen, containing countless tiny lives, was injected into Sai Diaochan's womb, which desperately needed filling, filling every inch of space within. Then, it slowly flowed out from the cervix, down her vagina and labia, and down her snow-white thighs, finally landing on the ground.
Sai Diaochan's hands were still weakly resisting; subconsciously, she touched the dragon tattooed on her body by the masked man. This was a dragon demon!
Late at night, Wei Wuya, dressed in black, quietly slipped into the Wang family mansion. He was originally the head steward of Yuquan Manor, known as the "Number One Manor Under Heaven," and also Wuya Jun, one of the "Twelve Constellations." He was the inside manor's culmination of the destruction of Yuquan Manor, a result of his inside-outside collusion. A few days ago, he received orders to come to Lijiaji in the Shennongjia region to meet Xianguo Jun and Yingke Jun. Having nothing better to do that day, he decided to play the role of a flower thief and have some fun in the boudoir of the renowned beauty, Sai Diaochan.
Wei Wuya arrived at the window of Sai Diaochan's boudoir and suddenly sensed something amiss. He licked a hole in the paper window with his tongue and squinted through one eye.
What he saw ignited a nameless fire within him, threatening to spread. He saw a naked man wantonly ravaging Sai Diaochan, whose beautiful eyes were wide open, blazing with rage, yet her limbs were powerless to resist.
Wei Wuya, unable to contain himself, kicked open the wooden door and rushed inside. However, he suddenly froze, not only afraid to go forward, but also too afraid to even turn back and run away, even though the dragon demon, in the midst of his lust, only glanced at him.
But that one glance, a glance through a masked face with only two small holes revealing his gaze, was enough for Wei Wuya to recognize him as the Bloodless Dragon Demon, the King of the Twelve Constellations, known as the "Head of the Four Spirits"! The
Bloodless Dragon Demon always appeared as a masked figure, even during the gathering of the Twelve Constellations, when he was issuing commands. Among the Twelve Constellations, he and the other ten had absolute obedience to the Bloodless Dragon Demon, even to the point of blind devotion. Their combined power was probably no match for him.
The Bloodless Dragon Demon suddenly asked casually, "Aren't you happy?" His voice was booming like a bell, yet somewhat grating.
Wei Wuya quickly shook his head, his head bobbing vigorously.
The Bloodless Dragon Demon calmly put on his clothes, casually pulled a blanket to cover Sai Diaochan's alabaster-white body, and suddenly smiled, saying, "It seems you're unhappy because you're silent. I think you still want to kill me, don't you?"
Sai Diaochan remained as cold as ice, not uttering a word. It turned out that Wei Wuya had been deluding himself; the Bloodless Dragon Demon's initial question wasn't directed at him. Now that he understood, Wei Wuya's heart pounded. "If this beauty doesn't answer soon, she'll perish!"
With a wave of his hand, the Bloodless Dragon Demon tossed out a small, glittering golden cylinder with a clang, which landed in front of Sai Diaochan.
"Ah!" Wei Wuya exclaimed in shock: "The Heaven-Shattering, Earth-Destroying, Bone-Piercing Heart-Piercing Needle!"
The Bloodless Dragon Demon slowly turned around, his back to Sai Diaochan, and said, "This is the world's number one hidden weapon. If you want to kill me, then do it! I can't let you live happily, so let me die by your hand!" He laughed loudly, without turning back, displaying a magnanimous air of welcoming death.
Sai Diaochan sat frozen, like a mute.
"You don't believe me?" The Bloodless Dragon Demon paused, then instructed Wei Wuya beside him, "You know your stuff, tell her!"
Wei Wuya dared not refuse, stepping forward and pointing to the small golden cylinder, saying, "This Heaven-Shattering, Earth-Destroying, Bone-Piercing, Heart-Piercing Needle is no thicker than a pen tube, yet it contains three hundred and sixty silver needles as thin as cow's hair, each soaked in deadly poison. Once the cap is opened and the mechanism activated, a volley of silver needles will shoot out, covering the sky and dense as a rainstorm, impossible for anyone to dodge. If struck, they pierce the flesh and go straight to the bone marrow, instantly killing the victim."
What a powerful hidden weapon! What a vicious hidden weapon! Sai Diaochan exclaimed inwardly, a chill running down her spine. She really wanted to reach for the small cylinder in front of her and shoot all the silver needles at the Bloodless Dragon Demon. But she restrained herself.
"Ha..." The Bloodless Dragon Demon suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. "Alright, you didn't make a move. It seems you still can't bear to kill me. Let me tell you, what he said earlier was absolutely true, but he doesn't know that there is one exception in this world, and that is me." With that, he flicked his toe, and the small cylinder flew up from the ground. He caught it with one hand, and with the other hand, he tore open his robe, pointed the cylinder at his exposed chest, pulled off the cap, and activated the mechanism. "Pfft—" A burst of silver needles as fine as ox awns shot out.
"Ah!" "Ah!" Sai Diaochan and Wei Wuya exclaimed simultaneously. Sai Diaochan was greatly surprised, while Wei Wuya was terrified to the point of losing his soul upon seeing the "Head of the Four Spirits" commit suicide.
However, nothing happened. The Bloodless Dragon Demon neither suffered from festering flesh nor died on the spot, nor did he experience the slightest pain; he remained completely unaffected. The burst of silver needles that had shot at him actually stuck to the skin on his chest like a layer of dust, as if it were an impenetrable wall of copper and iron.
Even more miraculously, his chest muscles contracted and expanded, and the cluster of silver needles was ejected, shooting towards a bluestone pavement at Wei Wuya's feet. A series of clanging sounds followed as the needles pierced the stone, leaving behind a dense network of tiny, pinprick-like holes.
Sai Diaochan stared in disbelief. Wei Wuya was drenched in cold sweat; his front and back of his robes were already soaked.
"Ha..." The Bloodless Dragon Demon laughed triumphantly again: "Since I have these poisonous hidden weapons, I naturally have ways to neutralize and defend against them. I can hurt others, but how can others hurt me!"
Suddenly, his smile vanished, and a sharp light burst forth from the two small holes in his mask. Wei Wuya heard his secret telepathic command: "Wuya-jun, quickly go and meet Xianguo-jun and Yingke-jun. Tomorrow I will go to Jiugong Mountain to test the 'Yihua Jieyu' divine skill of Yihua Palace and see if they can stop my grand plan to dominate the martial arts world!"
(IV) Yihua Palace
Jiugong Mountain in Hubei Province is a steep and deep mountain range, stretching for hundreds of miles, with nine layers of peaks, thousands of green peaks, and thousands of valleys.
Historical records state that the nine brothers of the Prince of An of the Later Jin Dynasty took refuge here and built nine palaces: Hunyuan Palace, Bagua Palace, Qinglong Palace, Baihu Palace, Doumu Palace, Wuwei Palace, Sanqing Palace, Qizhen Palace, and Yihua Palace in Xiuyu Valley, hence the name Jiugong Mountain.
The vicissitudes of time and the ravages of war reduced the once magnificent stone archways and jade palaces, along with their golden gates and iron tiles
, to ancient relics. In the fourteenth year of the Chunxi reign of the Southern Song Dynasty, the Taoist Celestial Master Zhang Daoqing rebuilt nine palaces and temples here, renaming only the Yihua Palace to Qintian Ruiqing Palace, making it a renowned Taoist holy site. Today, the dethroned Yihua Palace has been restored, inhabited by the two palace masters, Yaoyue
and Lianxing, while the other palaces and temples have become merely nominal, all destroyed. The Xiuyu Valley, where the Yihua Palace is located, is filled with flowers: peonies, roses, plums, orchids, chrysanthemums, datura, night-blooming jasmine, tulips, as well as roses, jasmine, osmanthus, crabapples, geraniums, and wild apples… These flowers, which shouldn't bloom in the same place, much less at the same time, are all blooming here now. Anyone who comes to Xiuyu Valley will be captivated by this sea of flowers, forgetting their worries, their dangers, and everything else. But this place is also the most mysterious and dangerous place in the world!
The palaces of Palace Mistress Yaoyue and Palace Mistress Lianxing are the most beautiful and magnificent buildings in the entire Yihua Palace, nestled among a hundred flowers, like a fairyland. Especially after nightfall, the soft light cast by hundreds of palace lanterns is dazzling and elegant, as enchanting as a fine wine.
Palace Mistress Yaoyue's bedroom is located at the deepest part of the palace, luxurious and noble, yet filled with the sensual atmosphere of a woman. Upon entering the bedroom, the first thing that catches the eye is an elegant screen inlaid with jade depicting a concubine bathing, while on the walls on both sides hang even more enticing and provocative Tang Dynasty erotic paintings. Behind the screen is a spacious area, with flickering candlelight, exuding romance and warmth. In the center is a soft and comfortable jade bed, and to the left is Palace Mistress Yaoyue's dressing table, displaying various rouges and powders, their fragrance spreading throughout the air.
At this moment, Palace Mistress Yaoyue lies on the large and comfortable jade bed, lost in thought about something. She was dressed in white, her hair flowing like clouds, her figure graceful and elegant. She seemed to possess an innate, irresistible charm, forever aloof and unapproachable.
A moment later, she swayed her slender waist, turned over, and the silk skirt covering her exquisite body rolled lightly in a wave, revealing her fair legs beneath.
The Yihua Palace had never accepted male disciples, and the highly skilled Palace Master, Yaoyue, naturally looked down on ordinary heroes of the martial world. However, she was, after all, in the prime of her youth, yearning for romantic love. In her mind, she fantasized about roaming the martial world with her handsome beloved, laughing at life's ups and downs. The mature and beautiful virgin was filled with fantasies, her heart pounded, her cheeks flushed, and a hint of spring was stirring within her.
Overwhelmed by emotion, the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue's breathing grew heavy, her firm, full breasts heaving, her heart pounding like a deer's, feeling a tingling itch in her untouched valley. She couldn't help but slip her slender hands into her undergarments, caressing the lush, mound-like mons pubis.
Her eyes were half-closed, her mind filled with images of male-female intercourse and the intoxicating pleasure that captivated her, making her feel an even stronger tingling sensation in her paradise. Her cherry-red lips parted slightly, her breath quickening as she pressed her hand more forcefully against the soft, full flesh, her naturally beautiful face flushed, a rosy glow spreading across her cheeks.
"Sister, what are you doing?" Suddenly, a slightly childish voice called from the doorway. Judging from the voice alone, anyone would assume the visitor was a beautiful yet innocent young girl, still somewhat naive. But what appeared at the door was a woman whose age was indiscernible. She wore a brocade palace gown as beautiful as clouds, the long skirt reaching the ground, her long hair flowing over her shoulders like drifting clouds.
Her face was sweet and beautiful, surpassing even the spring flowers, and her lively eyes were filled with an indescribable light of wisdom. But this peerless beauty was born with a disability; even the flowing sleeves and the long skirt could not conceal the deformity of her left hand and left foot.
"Lianxing, you've come." Palace Mistress Yaoyue lazily sat up from the jade bed and said. Her hand was still inside her undergarments, and through the thin fabric, it seemed that a damp liquid was flowing from her private parts.
"Sister, you look very lonely! Would you like me to help you relax?" A smile appeared on Palace Mistress Lianxing's lips as she approached the jade bed and sat down. She opened her mouth and took Palace Mistress Yaoyue's earlobe into her mouth. Her delicate tongue carefully licked the edge of the earlobe, and then kissed her way down her jade neck.
The palace maid's robes had somehow slipped open, revealing her flawless, snow-white body. The concubine's fragrant lips lingered on her high, firm breasts, then suddenly she opened her mouth and bit down on the purple nipple, her tongue licking the tip repeatedly. The concubine's nipple hardened almost instantly.
She relaxed, comfortably enjoying her sister's ministrations, feeling the little serpent slither around her firm breasts several times before slowly moving to her navel, like a clear spring, gracefully playing in the water, then continuing downwards, skimming over her flat abdomen, and disappearing into the lush, grassy valley.
Now, the concubine knelt between her sister's wide-open legs, before her sister's slightly raised mons pubis, where the pubic hair wasn't fully curled, forming a beautiful inverted triangle. She saw the pink clitoris peeking out from between her labia, and a few short pubic hairs still growing on her full labia majora.
Palace Mistress Lianxing lowered her head, slowly bringing her fragrant lips closer, and carefully licking her sister's genitals with her tongue. She first meticulously licked around the vulva, then parted Palace Mistress Yaoyue's petals, her tongue darting into the honeyed depths.
"Ah..." The extremely sensitive petals, stimulated, caused Palace Mistress Yaoyue's suppressed moans to gradually escape through her teeth. When her younger sister licked around the engorged clitoris, she felt waves of immense pleasure, so intense that Palace Mistress Yaoyue's mind went blank. Her vulva was already very wet, and her sister's movements became even more intense as she became fully aroused. She gently bit the labia majora with her teeth, which made Palace Mistress Yaoyue cry out louder.
Finally, Palace Mistress Yaoyue leaped up and embraced her sister's slender body. With a few soft rustling sounds, their clothes fell one by one to the edge of the jade bed. Two naked, beautiful bodies rolled and intertwined on the bed, their four breasts facing each other, their tongues entwined. One body was shapely and exquisitely curved, the other full, white, and sensual. The two bodies, of the same sex but different shapes, resembled mating grasshoppers. Yaoyue lay on Lianxing's snow-white body, her lower body writhing constantly. Their vulvas faced each other, their openings joined, swaying up and down and side to side. Their labia were perfectly aligned, Yaoyue's large labia opening and closing, sucking Lianxing's small labia completely inside, as if they had teeth, biting down firmly on her clitoris.
"Ah! Good sister! Tsk tsk... Oh... Oh... I can't take it anymore." This was the moan of the Palace Mistress Lianxing. Then came another round of swaying and grinding, and waves of pleasure surged from her jade cave like a fountain.
"Ah! Good sister... I'm lost too..." Palace Mistress Yaoyue cried out, both feeling a sense of ethereal bliss. The "mirror polishing" gave them a taste of desire they had never experienced before, their naturally beautiful faces flushed with a rosy glow, their jade cheeks radiating spring-like beauty.
Just then, a series of urgent shouts came from outside: "Palace Mistress, an enemy has invaded Embroidered Jade Valley!"
Upon hearing this, Palace Mistress Yaoyue quickly jumped off the jade bed, hurriedly dressed, and said to Lianxing, "I'll go out and meet the enemy first, you come quickly after me!" With that, she rushed out of the bedroom like a gust of wind. At the
entrance of Embroidered Jade Valley, Palace Mistress Yaoyue appeared like a fairy riding the wind, her robes fluttering. Upon seeing her appear, two lightly dressed girls wielding long swords leaped out from the flower bushes. They wore brightly colored flower crowns on their heads, their faces more beautiful than the flowers themselves. However, these beautiful faces were devoid of any expression or color, appearing as if sculpted from ice and snow. They stood respectfully at their sides, saying, "Great Palace Mistress..."
They were Tie Pinggu and Hua Yuenü, maids from the Yihua Palace.
The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue coldly asked, "Who dares trespass into the Yihua Palace?" Her voice was so ethereal, so elusive, so cold and ruthless, sending chills down one's spine, yet also so gentle and beautiful. No one in the world could forget that voice.
The earth and sky seemed to fill with murderous intent and chill because of those few words; even the bright moon seemed to lose its color.
No one answered.
The Palace Mistress of Yaoyue snorted coldly, and suddenly, with a flick of her long sleeves, unleashed a deadly technique. Chrysanthemums, peonies, roses, datura, night-blooming jasmine, geraniums… all kinds of flowers were swarmed and scattered like flies by her fan-like sleeves. Countless flowers spun in the air, their killing intent blazing; any one of them could be fatal.
All the flowers shot towards one end of Embroidered Jade Valley, where a masked figure, dressed entirely in black except for his two eyes that blazed like will-o'-the-wisps, lurked.
Seeing the flowers raining down like locusts, the masked man clapped his hands, instantly unleashing a surge of heat. The flowers, touching the white mist, fell like raindrops, scattering to the ground; the murderous aura, striking the mist, dissipated like clouds meeting the wind.
The Palace Mistress of Inviting the Moon, seeing her opponent neutralize her divine power, exclaimed, "What a magnificent and awe-inspiring move! It's truly eye-opening. In the martial world, only the peerless hero Yan Nantian possesses such skill. Are you perhaps the great hero Yan?"
With a clang, the masked man revealed a unique weapon, shaped like a golden dragon, with two horns extending to its sides, and a jade-green tongue protruding from its open mouth. The mountain wind blew, its sound like a dragon's roar, and a chilling murderous aura burst forth in all directions.
Palace Mistress Yaoyue was taken aback and shouted, "You are not Yan Nantian!" Yan Nantian wielded a sword and never used or disdained other weapons, much less relied on his unique weapon to defeat others.
The masked man grinned maliciously, about to swing the Golden Dragon Whip. Suddenly, a shout rang out: "Sister, be careful! The Nine-Appearance Divine Dragon, a Demon's Sorrow!" It was Palace Mistress Lianxing who had arrived.
The masked man looked at her and asked, "Are you the Second Palace Master of Yihua Palace? I didn't expect you to recognize this item. Do you know its origin?"
Palace Master Lianxing smiled faintly and spoke eloquently, as if reciting a familiar story: "Your Golden Dragon Whip is extraordinary. It's a weapon with nine wondrous uses. Its entire body is covered in reverse scales, which can not only stick to weapons but also attach hidden weapons. Its dragon horns are designed to counter the soft weapons of various famous sects. Its dragon tongue extends straight out to strike pressure points. Its open dragon mouth can bite blades. In addition, its dragon eyes are lightning-fast weapons, and from its dragon mouth, it can shoot out thirteen 'Midnight Heart-Searching Nails,' which are lethal upon contact with blood, and no more than midday. When necessary, all its dragon scales can also be launched. If one doesn't know the details of this weapon, even a god would find it hard to dodge."
The masked man was dumbfounded, never expecting that Palace Master Lianxing would be so familiar with this unique weapon that had been lost for so long.
Palace Mistress Yaoyue was also surprised: "In the entire world, there are only two of these weapons, and both have been extinct for a long time. Who exactly are you? I'm very interested in your identity!"
Palace Mistress Lianxing added, "I'd love to see your face!"
The masked man was initially somewhat alarmed, then suddenly shouted, "I am the Bloodless Dragon Demon, who never changes my name or surname!" At the same time, the masked man brandished his golden dragon whip, and a gust of wind suddenly arose. "Whoosh..." Thirteen "Midnight Heart-Questioning Nails" shot out. "Swish..." Countless dragon scales splashed in a fan shape.
Palace Mistress Yaoyue and Palace Mistress Lianxing waved their long sleeves in unison, like two phoenixes dancing, adding countless stars to the soft moonlight. All the hidden weapons disappeared without a trace in an instant, like meteors passing by. However, the masked man had also taken the opportunity to vanish! The sky and
earth were quiet, and there was no trace of anyone.
The Palace Mistress Lianxing gritted her teeth in hatred: "What a pity that the scoundrel got away!"
The Palace Mistress Yaoyue said coldly: "He can't escape. That guy's skill is on par with ours. As long as he appears in the martial world, we will definitely be able to find out his whereabouts."
(V) The Rat Cave
Wei Wuya walked into Xiuyu Valley with ease.
Yuquan Manor and Yihua Palace were neighbors. When Wei Wuya was the head steward of Yuquan Manor, he often dealt with Yihua Palace and knew the two palace mistresses. Although Yuquan Manor no longer exists, it is only natural for old friends to visit each other. Moreover, Wei Wuya has always coveted the two palace mistresses.
In front of him was a sea of flowers, all of which should not have bloomed in the same place or at the same time, but were blooming in full bloom, delicate and bright. But where were the two palace mistresses?
Suddenly, the laughter of two women sounded behind him, like the chirping of orioles and swallows.
Wei Wuyuan turned around and saw on the hillside behind him, four towering ancient trees resembled two swing sets, and two women were swinging on them, laughing and joking. One swung like a butterfly flitting among flowers, the other like a phoenix facing the sun; one swung like a nightingale playing on branches, the other like a moth skimming leaves. Truly, their emerald sleeves concealed spring, their silk skirts fluttered, their movements graceful and elegant, their bearing exquisite.
These two women were none other than the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue Palace and the Palace Mistress of Lianxing Palace. Below, two other maidens in light veils watched and served them.
While swinging on the swing, Palace Mistress Lianxing said, "Sister, look! Where did this stinky man come from? Doesn't he know that Yihua Palace is a forbidden place for men?"
Palace Mistress Yaoyue continued swinging, replying expressionlessly, "That stinky man looks like the stinky steward from Yuquan Manor. We live on the same mountain, so we're neighbors. I'll let him go." With that, she pushed off the swing, executing a risky "willow-breaking and willow-climbing" move, her cold voice following, "Wei Wuya, I'm sparing your life because you're a neighbor. If you don't leave now, after I finish swinging, you might not be able to leave even if you want to!" "
Ha..." Wei Wuya burst into wild laughter. He had long been infatuated with the Yaoyue and Lianxing sisters, regarding them as idols hidden in his heart, and longing to possess these two beauties. But these two sisters had never even given him a second glance, completely disregarding him. Now, he had to seize the opportunity to make his intentions clear.
"Why must you be angry, Palace Master? I, Wei Wuya, am not an unknown figure in the martial world. Associating with you would not disgrace the name of the Yihua Palace..." Wei Wuya hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly heard two sharp slaps across his face.
Wei Wuya's vision blurred, and his cheeks burned with pain. He touched them and felt ten finger marks, each carrying a faint fragrance.
"Damn it, you..." Wei Wuya opened his mouth to curse. A dignified man, slapped by a woman—it was the greatest shame of his life. But he swallowed his words, unsure who to curse: Palace Master Lianxing was still swinging leisurely on the swing, and Palace Master Yaoyue was performing a somersault in mid-air with her "Touching Stars and Plucking the Moon" move, as if they had never left the swing.
Who had slapped him? Was someone else behind him? Wei Wuya lightly touched the ground with his toes, spun around a few times, and took in the surrounding scenery, confirming that apart from himself and the two palace masters, there was no other living creature hiding there. He could conclude that the one who slapped him must have been the two palace masters; only they could be so fast that even a top-tier expert like him couldn't see clearly.
Wei Wuya was instantly enraged, his eyes blazing with fury, but he quickly calmed down and coldly said, "The two palace masters possess unparalleled skills, which I admire wholeheartedly. However, returning a favor is human nature, but repaying kindness with enmity is something a gentleman does not do. You should know that there are always higher levels to reach, and even those insignificant Twelve Constellations are not to be trifled with!" At this point, his tone had become a blatant threat.
On the swing set, Palace Mistress Lianxing heard every word clearly and shouted again, "Sister, did you hear that? One stinky man isn't enough for him, he even has this 'Twelve Constellations,' a rather novel name, but somehow, it seems to have a stench too!"
Palace Mistress Yaoyue's swing slowly descended from the air as she spoke, "Dead chickens and stupid oxen, hungry rabbits and mad dogs, poisonous snakes and mad monkeys, sick pigs and thin sheep, and even vicious tigers and inferior horses—all stupid beasts, how can they not stink? Just look at this plague rat in front of me, it's disgusting enough."
Wei Wuya trembled with rage, his right hand rising to grab the invincible Ruyi Soul-Reaping Ring. But before he could make a move, "Slap..." a series of slaps followed, his cheeks burning and slashing like they were being cut, finger marks overlapping, blood gushing from his nostrils and mouth. The last slap was the most powerful, "Slap!" His eight-foot-tall body flew out.
However, this time he saw clearly that it was Palace Mistress Yaoyue who had struck him! In his rage, he no longer cared about showing mercy. With a leap, he sprang to his feet, hurling the Ruyi Soul-Slaying Ring with hatred towards the beautiful face of Palace Mistress Yaoyue.
A murderous aura filled the air, accompanied by a whistling wind. The Ruyi Soul-Slaying Ring moved erratically, sometimes left, sometimes right, seemingly square, sometimes round, its cold light dazzling, its afterimages overlapping like ripples, engulfing Palace Mistress Yaoyue.
Palace Mistress Yaoyue's lips curled into a cold smile. She clapped her hands and gently pushed it away. Strangely enough, the Ruyi Soul-Slaying Ring, along with its rings of poison, suddenly changed direction, heading straight for its master, Wei Wuya!
"The Shifting Flower and Grafting Divine Skill!" Wei Wuya knew the ring's mechanism well; how could he dare reach out to catch it? In a panic, he performed the Eighteen Rolls on the Ground, dodging the Ruyi Soul-Slaying Ring, then leaped and bounded away, covering his head and fleeing.
The sisters, Yaoyue and Lianxing, didn't chase after him, only sending him off with a burst of laughter, their sweet and melodious voices still like the chirping of orioles and swallows.
Wei Wuya escaped from Xiuyu Valley. Passing through the woods, a mountain wall appeared before him, like a screen separating heaven and earth. The mountain wall was covered with tangled vines, completely obscuring the color of the rocks. He parted a patch of vines, the densest of which was mostly withered, revealing a dark cave. It looked like a tiny hole, worse than a dog hole, but Wei Wuya plunged inside.
After walking several dozen steps, he turned left, and the dark, narrow cave suddenly opened up into a passageway. On both sides of the passageway were smooth, white jade-like stones, and a faint light shone from the ceiling, though its location was nowhere to be seen.
On the ground of the passageway lay a row of footprints, spaced three feet apart. Even if drawn with a ruler, such regularity and order wouldn't be possible.
Wei Wuya moved with his unique gait; only he knew how far to step. If anyone else made a wrong move, this passageway was riddled with at least a dozen traps, each one deadly. This was his carefully constructed secret dwelling, unknown to anyone in the "Twelve Constellations" except for the leader of the Four Spirits.
Beyond the passageway lay the center of the cave. At the head of the room was a very large stone chair, carved from a single piece of stone. Though stone, it was more lustrous than jade, without a single blemish. The cave's chilling air was biting, but sitting on this stone chair instantly brought a feeling of warmth.
However, Wei Wuya didn't sit on the chair. Instead, he picked up a dark green short sword from the weapon rack beside him and drew it with a "whoosh."
The sword was seventeen inches long. At first glance, it seemed to have no luster, but upon closer inspection, one could sense its chilling aura and menacing glint, making it difficult to even open one's eyes.
Wei Wuya held the sword in his right hand, stepped forward with his left foot, and unleashed a move called "The Phoenix Arrives," the sword flashing like a bolt of lightning as it cleaved down towards the stone chair. He had concentrated all his inner strength and rage into his wrist. Even if this sword were merely a bamboo sword, let alone a weapon capable of cutting through gold and jade, this strike would be enough to shatter stone into dust!
With a clang, sparks flew, and the large stone chair was cleaved in two!
Wei Wuya's pent-up anger was finally released. He stared at the jade chair, now split in two, and sighed softly, tracing the spine of the sword with his fingertips, lost in thought for a long time. The melodious laughter echoed in his ears again, and those two beautiful faces flickered before his eyes once more. The more unattainable something was, the more he desired it. Although the main cave, resembling a palace, was surrounded by smaller chambers arranged like a honeycomb, each containing a soft, comfortable bed, he had no desire to lie down in them.
He slipped and darted through a narrow stone door into another chamber. He retrieved a tinderbox from the corner and lit the dozen or so steel lamps embedded in the stone wall. Then, wielding his short sword, he began carving life-sized pieces of stone from the wall, focusing intently on his work.
He sculpted three sets of statues in one go. Each set consisted of three figures: himself, and the other two, of course, were the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue and the Palace Mistress of Lianxing, each in a different pose. The first group shows the sisters of the Yihua Palace kneeling on the ground, clutching Wei Wuya's clothes and pleading with him; the second group shows Wei Wuya whipping them; the third group shows the sisters crawling on the ground, with Wei Wuya stepping on their chests while drinking from a cup.
The further he sculpted, the more grotesque the statues became, yet each one was sculpted with remarkable realism and exquisite detail.
"Ha..." Wei Wuya couldn't help but laugh. He was intoxicated by his masterpiece, as if reality had become exactly as he had sculpted, and he had truly conquered the sisters of the Yihua Palace. His face was distorted and ferocious, looking like a hungry wolf waiting to devour its prey, yet a sweet smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Suddenly, a soft and charming praise rang out behind him: "You are truly a genius!"
Wei Wuya turned around, and standing behind him was a young woman of about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old. Her hair was piled high with emerald green, her smile was as beautiful as a flower, her waist was slender and graceful, and she moved with a graceful gait. She was none other than Lady Bai, the wife of the Tiger White Mountain Lord, ranked third among the "Twelve Constellations," and also the only person in the world besides the Bloodless Dragon Demon, the leader of the Four Spirits, and himself, who knew his secret residence—his old flame.
"My darling, what brings you here?" Wei Wuya smiled. "Aren't you afraid Lord Bai will be jealous?"
"He received a message from the leader of the Four Spirits by carrier pigeon today and rushed to the Yangtze River!" Lady Bai twisted her slender waist, her full breasts almost touching Wei Wuya's palm. "What's wrong? Now that you have someone you love, you're not welcoming me anymore?" she said, glancing seductively at the stone statues beside her.
"How can they compare to you!" Wei Wuya embraced Lady Bai. "I want them to kneel at my feet, but I've already fallen at your feet! Come, my darling, let's enjoy our feast."
Wei Wuya led Lady Bai into a small room, took out a thin hemp rope with more than a dozen knots from a cabinet, tied one end to a pillar, and held the other end in his hand. He told Madam Bai to strip naked and stand in the middle of the rope. Then he gently pulled the rope up, the thin rope threading through Madam Bai's thighs and pressing against her pubic hair. The rough surface of the rope dug deep into Madam Bai's tender red lips, the stimulation making her almost lose her balance and want to sit on the rope.
"How is it?"

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