【The Legend of the Ruyi Heavenly Demon】【The End】

When the fifth watch drum sounds, everything is shrouded in darkness; the time before dawn is the darkest hour of the day.

Zhang Jinhou wakes up at this time every day. Opening his eyes, he is greeted by a sky full of brilliant stars.

Is he sleeping in the wilderness? He always thinks this, but immediately realizes he isn't.

These luminous pearls correspond to stars of varying brightness according to their intensity. So, at first glance, anyone would mistake them for the starry sky.

In the instant of waking, there is always a process from drowsiness to clarity, during which the distinction between illusion and reality is blurred.

Zhang Jinhou wanted to experience this moment of being in the wilderness, with the sky as his roof and the earth as his mat, feeling completely free. Therefore, he was very satisfied. Even

before he was fully awake, he felt his hands each holding a warm, soft, and smooth lump, which he gently squeezed; it was quite elastic.

Zhang Jinhou also liked this feeling; he found it relaxed him, like an infant in its mother's arms, only calmed by grasping its mother's breast.

These were two warm, smooth, soft yet elastic breasts.

He looked at himself beside them; two fair and delicate faces rested gently on his arms. One had her head slightly tilted back, a faint smile playing on her lips, the curve of her face shimmering in the dim light, her long, black hair scattered across the headboard. The other had her face hidden beneath his broad chest, her small nose releasing a soft, fragrant breath that made his skin feel warm and tingly.

He felt a sense of comfort and coughed lightly.

The door opened silently, and a row of ten young maids entered. All had their hair styled in two loose buns, and appeared to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. Each had bright eyes, rosy cheeks, delicate noses, thin lips, petite figures, snow-white skin, slender waists, and rounded hips. Their slightly protruding breasts resembled freshly peeled bamboo shoots, white and tender, with pink nipples like newly emerging buds, tempting and alluring. They were not wearing any clothes, only a sheer veil tightly covering their round buttocks. The veil was tied with bows at the ends below their navels, concealing their smooth, hairless mons pubis. However, the veil swayed with the movement of their thighs, occasionally revealing glimpses of their mons pubis and the delicate slits of their vulvas, creating a unique and alluring effect.

Carrying various gleaming silver utensils, they swayed their hips and gently moved their jade-like legs as they gracefully entered, their movements soft and elegant, as if stepping on soft cotton. Each step they took was perfectly synchronized, forming two lines on either side of the large bed.

The two women in his arms suddenly awoke, their sleepy eyes still blurry, barely able to shake off their languid awakening. Like fish swimming freely, they pulled their beautiful bodies from under the covers and gently helped Zhang Jinghou sit up, kneeling beside him. The two women were only about sixteen years old, yet already fully developed. Their skin was fair and firm, their waists slender, their hips round and full. A cascade of black hair fell down, making their skin appear even whiter. Their two pairs of breasts stood high and firm, undulating like waves, their pale pink nipples trembling alluringly.

The two women took towels and combs from the maid and carefully rinsed Zhang Jinghou's mouth, combed his hair, wiped his face, and massaged him. Zhang Jinghou sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his hands slowly roaming between the two women's smooth backs, round buttocks, and soft breasts. The two women giggled, but their hands did not stop; one carefully combed his hair, while the other gently wiped his face and body with a warm towel. After playing with their soft and full breasts for a while, Zhang Jinghou's hands slid down to their lower bodies, gently rubbing their delicate and smooth clitoris. The two women were already flushed, their breathing quickened, their breath sweet and fragrant, struggling to keep their hands from trembling as they served him with utmost care. After washing up, the two women broke free from his grasp, got out of bed, curtsied to him, and said with sweet smiles, "These servants take their leave." They led the maids and slowly backed out of the room.

Two more women entered, around twenty years old, also completely naked except for the faint tuft of soft hair between their legs visible at the base of their abdomens. Their hair was loosely tied back, and their fair faces held smiles. Their figures were quite voluptuous, unlike the two women from before whose skin was firm and taut. Their white flesh was evenly distributed throughout their bodies, their curves more pronounced, less bony but not excessively fleshy—the epitome of mature feminine charm. Their breasts were large and round, like two inflated sacs, standing proudly like two exquisitely sculpted jade mountains, only incredibly soft. Even with their light steps, their breasts undulated slightly, their bright red nipples trembling.

The two women approached the bedside, their eyes alluring, and curtsied, saying, "Good morning, Master." Zhang Jinhou hummed in response, his gaze sweeping over the two women before settling on one of their faces. The woman climbed onto the bed, knelt before Zhang Jinghou, and cupped one breast in her hands, bringing it to his mouth. Zhang Jinghou gently pulled her around, laid her across his lap, and bit down on her nipple, sucking hard. A stream of sweet milk shot into her mouth and into her stomach. The woman felt a tingling sensation in her breast, which gradually spread throughout her body. Her blood rushed, gathering at her nipple, as if it were about to gush out. She involuntarily closed her eyes tightly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her pretty mouth slightly open, and her breathing became rapid. In a moment, the milk in that breast was gone. Zhang Jinghou spat out the bright red nipple and bit down on the other one. The woman hurriedly grasped that breast and squeezed it hard, but it was still too late. Milk gushed out like a burst dam, causing the woman to tremble all over, moaning and groaning. By the time Zhang Jinghou released his nipple, the woman was drenched in sweat, panting heavily, her face flushed, and her nipples a deep red, almost dripping with blood. She stepped off the bed, still panting. Another woman, her face also flushed, stood nearby. She bit her lip gently, climbed onto the bed, and, pinching one of her plump breasts, brought it to Zhang Jinghou's lips. Zhang Jinghou bit down on the nipple, then grabbed her other breast, biting it as well. He took a deep breath, squeezed hard, and sucked relentlessly. The woman felt her nipples convulse, milk gushing out, as if her entire breast was being sucked into his mouth. Unable to withstand it, she let out a soft moan. Soon, Zhang Jinghou had drained both breasts. The woman stepped off the bed, and the two women curtsied and said, "We take our leave," bowing as they withdrew.

As soon as the woman left, the ten maids returned, this time empty-handed. They stood in two lines by the bed, their eyes sparkling with an unusual light. The first maid climbed onto the bed, and Zhang Jinhou pulled her into his arms, kissing her cherry-like lips. His tongue licked her lips, making her mouth overflow with saliva. Zhang Jinhou sucked on this sweet saliva, swallowing it, almost swallowing her tongue as well. Soon, the maid's face was flushed, her breathing rapid, and her mouth dry. Only then did Zhang Jinhou stop. The maid, panting, climbed off the bed, and the others climbed on top, holding her in his arms and sucking on her sweet saliva. Ten maids took turns offering their lips and tongues, and Zhang Jinhou slowly savored the sweet saliva, feeling his stomach gradually fill up.

By then, dawn was breaking, and all the windows were opened. The maids' snow-white skin shone brilliantly in the light, smooth and silky to the touch. Zhang Jinhou, invigorated by the sweet scent of their flesh, felt a surge of pleasure. He left only two maids behind, ordering them to lie on their backs on the bed, legs raised, and buttocks lifted, exposing their tender mons pubis. The two maids were young; their mons pubis were hairless, exceptionally smooth and white, their vulvas merely a small slit. Zhang Jinhou placed his mouth against this slit, his tongue probing between the labia, while his hands rubbed their clitoris incessantly. Soon, both women were flushed, panting heavily, their slits overflowing with fluid, which Zhang Jinhou eagerly sucked, making smacking sounds. After a while, their fluids flowed even more profusely. Zhang Jinhou held his breath, drinking voraciously from both sides until the women's bodies were limp, their limbs weak, their labia swollen like peaches, and no more fluid leaked out. Only then did he stop.

The two women, panting heavily on the bed, finally regained their strength. They slid softly off the bed and out the door, where two other women were already waiting anxiously. These two women were also around sixteen or seventeen years old, with high, firm breasts and snow-white skin that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. They were tall, slender, and shapely, with elegant, curvaceous figures. Their hair was styled in a slanted bun, adorned with pearl hairpins. A string of pearls encircled their slender necks, and their wrists and ankles were covered with dozens of gold bracelets. Their eyebrows were arched, their lips full and red, and they wore heavy makeup, exuding the allure of young women. They were also completely naked. The two women moved lightly into the room, their breasts trembling and their pubic hair a dark patch. Zhang Jinghou's heart fluttered, and his lust was aroused. Before the two women even approached, he got off the bed, embracing one woman in each arm, kissing and fondling her breasts, pressing her down on the bed to have sex with her.

A woman lay on the bed, giggling, and said, "Why is Master in such a hurry today?" Zhang Jinghou smiled without speaking, only thrusting his large penis straight into the bright red flower core, "plop," it went straight in. The woman's vulva was quite small, how could it withstand such a thrust? She groaned in pain, saying, "Master, be gentle, this servant can't take it." Zhang Jinghou continued to thrust, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, until the woman's whole body went limp, feeling like she was dying, moaning incessantly. Another woman watched from the side, unable to resist the urge to caress herself, and began to stroke her own vulva. Zhang Jinghou laughed, "You can't wait? Watch me." He grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands, making her lie on the back of the woman in front of him. He pulled out his thick penis and began thrusting in and out alternately. The sounds of "splashing" and "splashing" were incessant. Both women were newly deflowered, their vaginas still tight, and they couldn't withstand this stimulation. They immediately began to moan and cry out like waves. At first, the sounds were sharp and crisp, because their vaginas were dry, and the friction caused them pain. Soon, their vaginal fluids gushed out, moistening their vaginas, and the sounds became low and continuous, gradually reaching a climax. Zhang Jinghou thrust faster and faster, his glans flying up and down, penetrating with perfect precision, like wielding a sword. The vaginas of both women were full of vaginal fluids, which splashed everywhere under the stimulation of his thick penis, covering the entire bed.

Suddenly, Zhang Jinghou stopped thrusting into the two women and focused only on teasing the woman lying face down below. His thrusts were so fast that the sound of collision was no longer heard. The woman's moans became continuous and rhythmic, her mind drifting into a hazy, dreamlike state. She was oblivious to the sounds around her, even the loudest drumbeats wouldn't register; she had reached the pinnacle of sexual intercourse. At this moment, Zhang Jinghou suddenly stopped, his thick penis pressed against the woman's cervix. He silently channeled his inner energy into her, then returned it, drawing her yin essence into her meridians, circulating it several times before returning it to her body. He repeated this several times until the woman gradually awoke. Only then did he withdraw his penis and insert it into the woman's eagerly awaiting flower core.

Just then, they heard faint sounds outside, sometimes moving, sometimes stopping, but quickly approaching. They knew someone was sneaking in through the rocks and trees. Zhang Jinghou remained unmoved, continuing to thrust his penis into the woman.

The person crept to the back window; all the windows had already been opened by the maids. He peered inside.

Zhang Jinghou glanced at him and immediately recognized him as a young man with a long, narrow face, his shifty eyes darting around. Zhang Jinghou's expression remained unchanged. He reached down and removed the gold bead from the woman's ear, flicked his wrist, and a beam of yellow light shot out of the

window, while he continued thrusting. The man let out a muffled groan, having suffered a loss, and fled in a haphazard manner. The ten maids in the outer room, hearing the commotion, filed into the room and saw the fleeing figure outside the window. They immediately split into two groups: five leaped out of the window to

pursue the enemy, while the other five scattered around the large bed, calm and composed, clearly well-trained. Zhang Jinghou said to the lead maid, Cui'er, "Tell them not to chase him." He had lost interest by now, vigorously thrusting into the woman several times, pushed her away, withdrew his thick penis, and stepped off the bed. The maids hurriedly cleaned his lower body and dressed him. Cui'er summoned the five maids back and went straight to Zhang Jinghou to report, "Master, that person climbed over the Jade Garden's protective wall."

At this moment, another maid, dressed similarly, entered and reported, "Steward Hao from the front courtyard reports that seven guests have come to visit." She handed over their visiting cards.

Zhang Jinghou didn't accept them. Hearing her read out the names of the visitors, he frowned slightly and strode out of the room. The maids followed closely behind. When they reached the moon gate of the Jade Garden, two pretty and neatly dressed maids were already waiting. The ten maids stopped at the door.

Separated by this wall, it was like two different worlds.

Zhang Jinghou walked as fast as the wind. Before he even reached the living room, he heard a loud voice shout, "If your master doesn't come out soon, don't blame us for barging in!"

Zhang Jinghou hurriedly walked in with a smile and said, "What wind blew these seven distinguished guests here?"

He saw seven people sitting casually in chairs in the living room. One of the men, a tall, thin man in his fifties, chuckled and said, "It's rare

to see Master Zhang, isn't it?" Another man, short and stout with a fair complexion, said in a sinister tone, "Being in a wealthy household, of course you don't take us seriously." This was the same man with the loud voice.

Zhang Jinghou laughed and said, "Not at all, not at all, I just like to sleep in late. I didn't know you seven had come to my humble abode without giving me a proper welcome."

Beside the stout man was a pale-faced, tall, and broad-shouldered young man who said coldly, "I've heard that Zhang Jinghou is not only a womanizer but also quite skilled in martial arts. I wonder if the rumors in the martial arts world

are true." Zhang Jinghou looked at him and laughed, saying, "This brother has a handsome appearance and a tall, imposing figure, but it's a pity that he has a flower mark on his face, which is a real flaw." Indeed, there was a red mark on his face, the shape of which resembled a blooming flower.

The young man's face flushed, and he reached for his sword hilt, but the stout man held him down.

The fat man said, "I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tang Jie, and this gentleman..." He pointed to the thin man and said, "This is the renowned 'Hero of Justice,' Wang Yi. And these three..." He pointed to three burly middle-aged men dressed in black and said, "These are the famous 'Three Heroes of Changbai,' the Bai brothers. And this gentleman is..." He pointed to a burly man and said, "This is the 'Hero of the Two Lakes,' Yuan Zhengang, who commands respect in the two lakes. This is my nephew, Huang Qing." He then pointed to the pale-faced man.

Zhang Jinghou said, "I have long heard of your esteemed names, but I have never had the chance to meet you.

May I ask what brings you to my humble abode?" The fat man, Tang Jie, said, "We have a favor to ask.

" Zhang Jinghou thought to himself, "You think you have a favor to ask?" But he said aloud, "May I ask what you seven wish to ask?"

Tang Jie said, "Of course, a favor requires a gift..." He shouted outside, "Bring it in!" Two burly men in blue robes carried in a large box.

Tang Jie said, "Open it." When the box was opened, everyone's eyes lit up; inside was a beautiful young woman.

The woman stepped out of the box, her expression not at all weary. She wore a bright red short jacket and a pleated long skirt, highlighting her high, firm breasts and slender waist, which seemed small enough to be grasped in one hand. She had an oval face, arched eyebrows, large eyes, a delicate nose, and a round mouth. Her appearance was charming and graceful. When she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, making the room seem brighter.

Tang Jie said, "I was just about to ask you something. Brother Jinhou, have you seen this woman?"

Zhang Jinhou said, "How could I have seen the woman Brother Tang brought?"

Tang Jie chuckled, "Brother Jinhou, how can you be so forgetful?"

Zhang Jinhou glanced at him and said, "What do you mean, Brother Tang?"

Tang Jie said, "Let the woman herself tell you." He then gestured to the young woman with his eyes.

The young woman glanced at Zhang Jinghou and said, "Master, I am Xiangmei." Her voice was quite charming.

Zhang Jinghou frowned.

Tang Jie glanced at him and said, "Bring him up too." The man in blue brought up a fair-skinned young man. The young man had red lips and white teeth, and a handsome face, but his eyes darted around, making him look like a thief. Tang Jie asked, "Who are you?"

The young man glanced at Zhang Jinghou but didn't speak.

Tang Jie said, "Just say it, we're here."

The young man straightened his back and said, "My name is Zhang Qin, I'm a page in the Zhang family."

Tang Jie asked again, "Which Zhang family?"

The young man said, "It's this Zhang residence."

Tang Jie continued, "Then how did you escape from the Zhang residence?"

The young man said, "Xiangmei and I eloped, but we encountered bandits blocking our way. If it weren't for you, sir, I would have been meeting the King of Hell long ago." Everyone couldn't help but exclaim "Oh!" upon hearing this.

Tang Jie laughed, "You're quite bold, but have you considered whether you can keep Xiangmei alive?"

The young man said, "That's alright, we also took some jewelry with us when we escaped."

"Oh," Tang Jie said, "What kind of jewelry?"

The young man said, "It's what the master usually gives to Xiangmei."

Tang Jie pointed to a string of brightly colored jade beads around Xiangmei's neck and said, "Is this it?"

The young man nodded.

Tang Jie turned to Zhang Jinghou and said, "What else do you have to say?"

Zhang Jinghou replied calmly, "I don't know what you mean."

Tang Jie chuckled and said, "You still want to deny it? Do I have to tell you?... Fine, I'll tell you. My Tang family was one of the wealthiest families in Jiangnan, with a net worth of at least nine million, if not ten million. But on the night of May 29th, ten years ago, a fire burned my Tang family to the ground. Not a single person escaped. If I hadn't happened to be out, I probably would have perished too."

Tang Jie became more and more agitated as he spoke, his hands trembling uncontrollably. He said viciously, "Later, when I examined the rubble after the fire, I discovered that all 281 members of my family, regardless of age or gender, had died from ruptured internal organs!" At this point, tears streamed down Tang Jie's face. Those nearby who knew about the incident couldn't help but sigh.

Tang Jie removed the necklace from Xiangmei's neck and showed it to everyone, saying, "I suppose some of you recognize this."

"Hero of Justice" Wang Yi took the necklace, examined it, and said, "Indeed, this is from Brother Tang's home. I first saw it shortly after your marriage, when it was worn around your wife's neck. All of you were there then, and you joked that the jewel and the beautiful woman complemented each other perfectly."

The "Three Heroes of Changbai" and the others all agreed.

Tang Jie raised his head and stared into Zhang Jinghou's eyes, saying, "What do you have to say now?"

Zhang Jinghou smiled and said, "You're the ones who are saying it. If I say I don't know these two people and have never seen this thing, would you believe me?"

Tang Jie said, "You still want to deny it? The witnesses and the evidence are all here. How can you deny it?" As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the belt on Xiangmei's skirt. With a "rip," Xiangmei's skirt and trousers were torn off, revealing her long, firm legs, round, snowy buttocks, smooth abdomen, and soft pubic hair without any covering. Xiangmei gasped softly, her face instantly turning deathly pale. She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, yet she dared not move an inch.

Tang Jie pointed to Xiangmei's lower abdomen, near her genitals, and said, "Look everyone, all the women surnamed Zhang have this mark

." On her white abdomen, a faint golden mark gleamed, clearly bearing the four characters "The Mirror of Love and Lust." Tang Jie said, "Every woman here has this mark. You can see

for yourselves if you don't believe me." Huang Qing chuckled, "I'd like to see." He suddenly stood up, rushed to the two maids standing nearby, and with a "rip," ripped off their trousers. The two maids screamed in unison. Indeed, they each had a golden mark near their genitals, the "Mirror of Love and Lust," but everyone else was more focused on the dark, pubic area.

The two maids stared at Zhang Jinghou, standing there bewildered.

Tang Jie said, "My family has many treasures, including a 'Sword with Ancient Pine Pattern,' which you have all seen. It's hidden in this inner courtyard. Mr. Zhang, do you dare to lead us in to take a look?"

Zhang Jinghou replied, "The inner courtyard is for family members; how can we just enter?

" Tang Jie laughed, "You're just

trying to hide something." Zhang Jinghou sneered, "You've all conspired to frame me. Do you think I'm so easy to bully?"

Tang Jie said, "Zhang Jinghou, you can't deny it."

Zhang Jinghou laughed loudly, "Why would I deny it?" He raised both hands, and five round beads shot out in five directions. Everyone shouted angrily, dodging or drawing their weapons to defend themselves. Yuan Zhengang, a master of hidden weapons, caught one and was about to fire it back when he suddenly felt the bead burning hot and quickly dropped it on the ground. The five round beads exploded and burned simultaneously, generating thick white smoke that filled the entire room.

Everyone was shocked and covered their mouths and noses, fearing poison. Tang Jie's men fled outside in panic, while Wang Yi and the others lay prone on the ground, secretly gripping their weapons and listening intently. After a long while, the thick smoke dissipated, and everyone slowly rose. They saw Xiangmei and the maids all slumped on the ground. Zhang Jinghou was nowhere to be seen.

Tang Jie suddenly said, "Oh no, that scoundrel must have gone to destroy the evidence." He hurriedly got up and ran straight to the inner courtyard.

Huang Qing said, "I'll lead the way." He led everyone to the Moon Gate, where two seal characters, "Jade Garden," were written on the gate.

Huang Qing laughed, "You're all about to see something amazing." Tang Jie pushed open the gate, and everyone was stunned.

Inside stood ten young maids in a neat row. Apart from a scarf tied around their waists, they wore no other clothing. They were pretty, petite, and their tender breasts were slightly exposed, like freshly peeled bamboo shoots. The maids, startled by the sudden appearance of these men at the door, stood frozen in surprise, then scattered in a shriek.

Huang Qing chuckled, "In this courtyard, the women are all naked."

Yuan Zhengang suddenly exclaimed, "Something's not right! Zhang Jinghou didn't leave this way!"

Suddenly, a garden appeared before them, a tapestry of rocks and flowing water, flowers and trees reflecting each other's beauty.

Huang Qing led the group past a pavilion, where a long corridor came into view, with rows of birdcages hanging from the eaves on either side.

There stood several young women, sixteen or seventeen years old, with beautiful faces, high-coiffed hair, red lips, and delicate eyebrows, radiant and captivating. Their hair was adorned with numerous jeweled hairpins, and their smooth, white skin was embellished with gold, pearls, and jade. Their breasts, adorned with pearls and gemstones, trembled with a graceful and alluring charm. Their upper bodies were completely naked, their slender waists and beautiful navels exposed. Only a long, narrow, transparent veil covered their round, full, snow-white buttocks, revealing their long, firm, and beautiful legs, exuding a mature and alluring charm. A brightly colored silk ribbon, two zhang long, was tied around each arm, held in place by jeweled gold armbands. As the morning breeze stirred, the ribbon fluttered, making them appear like fairies

descending to earth. They were holding small bowls, their jade-like hands gently nibbling millet to tease the birds in the cages under the eaves. Suddenly seeing them appear, they were startled and dropped the millet, scattering to their respective rooms. As they ran, their two jade-like breasts bounced and swayed, their plump, white buttocks rising and falling, a tuft of black hair appearing and disappearing in the cleft—truly a captivating sight.

The crowd sighed at Zhang Jinghou's good fortune. They passed through several courtyards but saw no more women. Crossing a crescent-shaped pond, a red-brick, green-tiled, domed house peeked out from among the flowering trees. Huang Qing said, "That's it."

The group rushed into the room, searching everywhere. Although the room was large, it contained only a magnificent bed inlaid with gold and jade; nothing else was there.

Tang Jie's forehead was beaded with sweat. He quickly called for one of his apprentices to bring Xiangmei. The group continued searching the room. Further in was the maids' quarters, containing only some toiletries and a few small beds; nothing else.

A moment later, Tang Jie's apprentice ran in, his face covered in sweat, saying, "Master, Xiangmei is gone."

Tang Jie angrily retorted, "Nonsense! How could someone just disappear?"

The apprentice said, "Not only her, everyone is gone. I just searched the entire garden; there's no one else here except us."

Tang Jie and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Yuan Zhengang said, "Have your men thoroughly search this garden, look for any secret passages or hidden chambers."

The others understood. Tang Jie said, "Search under the beds and in the wardrobes; secret chambers are usually hidden there."

Tang Jie's apprentices and attendants obeyed, ransacking the place. Just then, a long, drawn-out horn sounded from outside the garden wall, like someone leading troops into battle. A loud voice shouted from outside, "Listen up, bandits inside! You are surrounded by my troops! Come out and surrender now, or don't blame me for showing no mercy and killing everyone!" Then, many people outside clashed and shouted, "Surrender!" The sounds of clashing swords and spears followed.

Huang Qing said viciously, "This scoundrel is actually colluding with the government."

Wang Yi said, "We shouldn't go against the government; let's avoid them for now."

Tang Jie sighed, "I didn't expect this scoundrel to be so cunning. We didn't manage to behead him today; we'll have to save that for later."

Bai Xianyong, the eldest of the "Three Heroes of Changbai," said, "Why don't we come back tonight? We must find the tunnel entrance. He's probably hiding the treasures he's plundered in the tunnel."

The others echoed, "That's right, that's right."

Yuan Zhengang said, "Zhang Jinhou is so cunning; we should be wary of him using another exit to escape with the treasure."

Tang Jie said, "That's fine. I'll send men to guard the main road outside the city tonight; that should be enough."

Yuan Zhengang pondered, "A bandit like this wouldn't keep his treasures in one place. It would be better if Brother Wang and I guarded outside the city. If we spot Zhang Jinhou, we can follow him; maybe we can find his treasure."

The "Three Heroes of Changbai" exchanged glances. Bai Xianyong said, "This kind of thing is best left to us three brothers. We are men of the mountains, and we are certainly more skilled at tracking in the forests than you all."

Wang Yi laughed and said, "We don't know if that's the case yet. How about this: the Bai brothers, Brother Yuan, and Brother Tang's disciples stay outside the city, and the rest go to Zhang's residence, what do you say?"

Tang Jie smiled and said, "It's better to have fewer people in the tunnel than more. This is perfect. After the job is done, I will definitely reward you all handsomely."

Xiangmei came out of the tunnel and saw a pair of eyes that were constantly glancing at her high, firm chest. The man was holding a dark blue sword with patterns all over its back. He looked at her, then at the sword, and sighed, "Beauty, oh beauty, sword, oh sword, so easily obtained."

Xiangmei gritted her teeth. She recognized the man and knew that he was a notorious lecher. She didn't know how he would treat her if she fell into his hands.

Two maids brought her to Zhang Jinghou and kicked her in the back of the knee. With a thud, she knelt on the hard brick floor, her knees hitting the floor. The pain brought tears to her eyes, two strings of tears hanging on her peach-blossom cheeks, making her look pitiful. She had originally planned to sit in Zhang Jinghou's lap and use her charms, but now she dared not move.

Zhang Jinghou scolded, "How can you treat such a delicate beauty like this!" He waved his hand and said, "Get out."

The two maids bowed and said, "Yes, we take our leave." They left the room.

Zhang Jinghou stared into her eyes and asked softly, "What is your name?"

Xiangmei lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and whispered, "This servant is Xiangmei."

Zhang Jinghou said, "Come, look at me."

Xiangmei slowly raised her head, glancing upwards, and saw his tiger-like eyes staring intently at her. She was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head again.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Tell me how old you are, where you're from, and how you got involved with Tang Jie."

"I'm sixteen this year, and I don't know where I'm from. I only remember that when I was seven, my hometown was flooded, and my family and I fled to Yangzhou. We had no way to make a living, so they had to sell me to my godfather. I thought I was being sold into the household of the famous Qin family in Yangzhou as a maid, but it turns out my godfather was just a musician and had no relation to Qin at all. My godfather hired a matchmaker from the Yihong Courtyard to teach me to play the zither, sing, and learn proper etiquette and manners. Two months ago, Zhang Qin bought me for three thousand taels of silver. Zhang Qin settled me in an abandoned garden in the suburbs, with only a little maid to keep me company. All he does is teach me to look at your portrait and to recite poems. I really don't want to do anything harmful, but I'm so miserable and helpless, what can I do?" After saying this, she began to sob softly.

Zhang Jinghou said, "Your little mouth is quite sharp. Alright, this isn't your fault, but from now on, you are my woman, Zhang's woman. You must listen to me, and you'll enjoy endless benefits. Come, let me see if you're still a virgin." He gently

stretched out his arm and embraced her slender waist. Xiangmei's jade-like face immediately flushed red, and she involuntarily leaned into Zhang Jinghou's arms. Zhang Jinghou's other hand skillfully pressed against her breasts, which were prominently displayed by her close-fitting short jacket. He immediately felt their softness and bonelessness. Zhang Jinghou seemed to have a natural fondness for this feeling. Whenever he sat down and his hands were free, he would caress a woman's breasts.

Zhang Jinghou gently pinched Xiangmei's erect nipples with his fingertips through her clothes. Xiangmei trembled, suddenly feeling a warm current from her nipples, which quickly spread across her entire breast and swept through her body, surging and tingling wherever it passed. She couldn't help but tremble all over. The current lingered between Xiangmei's breasts for a long time, swirling around her nipples and areolas, making her feel as if her breasts were about to swell and burst, a hundred times more intense than when her breasts first started developing. Just as she was about to cry from the distress, she suddenly felt a lightness in her breasts, as if they had suddenly disappeared from her body. Startled, she glanced down, but clearly saw that her chest had not changed at all, and a strange feeling arose in her heart. Just as she was wondering whether she should breathe a sigh of relief, the warm current traveled along her navel, straight to her lower abdomen, and lingered between her buttocks. Xiangmei's face changed color in horror. As expected, her entire vulva was immediately numb and itchy, and she couldn't help but want to scratch it, but because it was too indecent, she had to endure it. She felt terrible, but she could no longer restrain herself. She breathed heavily and moaned, twisting her waist and rubbing her legs together gently. Her pink face was pressed against Zhang Jinhou's chest, her beautiful eyes were half closed and her delicate eyebrows were slightly furrowed, which aroused Zhang Jinhou's lust.

Zhang Jinhou released his fingers from her nipples. Xiangmei was still aroused, her face flushed, her body limp and weak. She dared not open her eyes, letting Zhang Jinhou strip off her clothes, removing her half-torn long skirt and underwear, exposing her entire fair, delicate, and curvaceous body to the man who wanted to possess her. Even if she wanted to resist, she was powerless, especially since she was already feeling the stirrings of desire and only wanted to be loved and caressed to quell the unbearable lust within her.

Zhang Jinhou admired her proud body without blinking, while his hands were not idle, carefully touching her from head to toe, until Xiangmei couldn't help but gasp again. Suddenly, Zhang Jinhou's expression turned serious. He gently covered Xiangmei's slightly protruding mons pubis with one hand, and pressed her chest with the other—but not her breasts, which were high and erect even when she was lying down, but the valley-like area between her alluring breasts.

Xiangmei felt the large hand placed on her sensitive area, which suddenly emitted a strange warm current. It didn't stimulate her senses; instead, it brought a feeling of peace and tranquility. The warm current slowly rose, penetrating her lower abdomen, a soothing warmth that made her feel sleepy. Then, something strange happened: Xiangmei suddenly felt a cool current in her lower abdomen, distinct yet intertwined with the warm current. In an instant, it felt as if wisps of energy were flowing through her body, leaving her feeling completely comfortable and refreshed.

Suddenly, the warm current vanished, and the energy within her body gradually dissipated. Xiangmei regained her senses and realized she was still lying in someone else's arms. She opened her eyes and peeked out, seeing Zhang Jinghou gazing at her tenderly, his eyes radiating a strange light. "Mmm!" she couldn't help but let out a soft moan, remembering her nakedness and feeling infinitely shy. Her face flushed again, and she quickly closed her eyes, not daring to look at him. Instantly, she felt something pressed against her lips, and from the stinging sensation of countless tiny needles pricking her face, she knew it was the man's large, bearded mouth. Before she could react, something hot and agile slipped into her mouth, wriggling around, instantly igniting her desire. She thought to herself: So this is how sweet a man's tongue is. The thought flashed by, and then she felt his tongue retract, followed by a powerful suction that pulled her own tongue into his mouth, where it was gently bitten by his teeth. Although her tongue felt numb and sore, she dared not pull it back, afraid of hurting it, and could only endure his teasing of her tongue tip.

Zhang Jinhou sucked on Xiangmei's small, fragrant tongue several more times before stopping. He raised his head, gazing intently at the alluring beauty in his arms, her desire burning fiercely. He composed himself, calming his burning desire, and pressed his palm against her Dazhui acupoint on her back, sending a wisp of true energy through her body. A moment later, Xiangmei's breathing became soft and long; she had fallen asleep.

With a creak, a section of brick wall slid back on the left, revealing a doorway just wide enough for one person to pass through. A mature, voluptuous woman in her early twenties emerged gracefully from behind the door.

The woman was tall, with slender, delicate eyebrows, a straight nose, thin lips, a rounded forehead, and a pointed, rounded chin. Her face was sharply defined, like a sword's edge. Her eyes were small and long, with thick eyelashes that shimmered with a watery light, hazy and enigmatic like mist over a deep pool. She possessed an indescribable, cold, and gleaming beauty, unforgettable for even a moment.

Her hair was styled in a high bun, yet adorned without a single hairpin. It was black and glossy, tied tightly with a black ribbon, not a single strand loose, neat and clean. Her neck was as slender and graceful as a porcelain vase, her arms and legs as delicate as lotus roots, her fingers long and rounded, with shallow dimples at the knuckles, flawless. A white gauze shirt clung to her body, so thin it was like a cicada's wing, clearly revealing her snow-white skin beneath. Her large, round breasts, seemingly about to burst from the fabric, were extremely striking, emphasizing her slender waist. Her full, firm hips were equally beautiful, with pale pink nipples and soft, dark hair peeking out. The exposed skin seemed even whiter than the gauze shirt, reflecting a soft glow like finely carved jade.

Zhang Jinhou watched her approach quietly, his eyes gleaming with a strange light, like a master painter admiring a perfectly crafted work of art.

The young woman's face was solemn and dignified. She glanced sideways at Xiangmei's alluring figure, then turned her gaze back to meet Zhang Jinghou's. A strange light, mirroring Zhang Jinghou's, flashed in her clear black and white eyes.

Zhang Jinghou still had one arm around Xiangmei, while his other arm reached for the young woman's slender waist, pulling her to sit beside him.

"Master!" the young woman said softly, leaning in for a brief kiss on Zhang Jinghou's lips.

"Is this woman reliable?" the young woman asked.

"?" Zhang Jinghou snapped his fingers. Two maids immediately appeared at the door. Zhang Jinghou handed Xiangmei to the two maids, instructing them to take her to his bedroom. Turning to the young woman, he said, "Her hands are calloused, and her right arm is slightly thicker than her left. She has no internal strength training whatsoever; she must be someone who has toiled for years doing manual labor."

The young woman asked curiously, "Callous hands are probably from handling weapons. It's normal for the muscles in the right arm to be thicker than the left. Most people are right-handed. How can you tell from that she's done manual labor for years?"

Zhang Jinhou laughed and said, "You only know one side of the story. Because the heart is on the left, a person's blood vessels tend to be stronger on the left. Generally, wealthy people are lazy and gluttonous, so their left arm will be slightly thicker than their right. The work a maid does is nothing more than chopping wood, carrying water, washing clothes, and cooking." Her right arm was only slightly thicker than her left. Some of the higher-ranking maids did light tasks like serving tea and water, just like their mistresses. However, their legs were very strong because they couldn't sit at the same level as their mistresses and needed to stand for long periods. The muscles of martial artists were far superior to these women. Strangely, this woman's skin was exceptionally delicate, and her internal energy was stronger than ordinary people. It seemed her Yin energy was different from ordinary people. When I stimulated her with my Yang energy, she naturally generated Yin energy to respond to my Yang energy. Even when we were intimate, when Yin and Yang intertwined, it wasn't this fast. Could she actually be a Xuan Yin body?

"You've found another good tool for practicing," the young woman said calmly.

Zhang Jinhou looked into her eyes, understanding her mood. He tightened his arms around her waist, gently kissed her thin lips, and one hand climbed up her large, round, and protruding breast, softly caressing and kneading it. He said, "How can talking about practicing martial arts be good for my little Yu'er? We've been cultivating together for so many years, we're already inseparable. Men are strong, their yang energy is easily depleted and difficult to retain, using it for martial arts is harmful to oneself and others, and damages one's yin virtue; women are gentle, their yin energy is easily retained and difficult to deplete, so we can use yin to nourish yang without harming one's vital energy. Haven't I explained this principle enough?"

"Yu'er felt resentment, Master, Yu'er knows she was wrong."

“It’s not your fault. This is only human nature. Although it goes against the state of tranquility and clarity, there’s no need to be as strict as the Buddhists. Everything should follow the natural way. Although I taught you martial arts, you’ve been calling me ‘Master’ since you were little, and it’s not easy for you to change it. But we are husband and wife by fate, and I already consider you my wife. It’s just that you’re becoming more and more like a nun. You’re like this when we’re intimate. You’ve lost your former charm. What am I supposed to say to you?”

“Master!” Yu’er rarely showed a smile. Zhang Jinhou’s eyes immediately lit up. This long-lost smile from the ice beauty was so beautiful it made his heart tremble.

“And you’re talking about me. Master, aren’t you always as serious as a high-ranking monk?” Yu’er glared at him. Although her smile had faded, she was still charming, which made Zhang Jinhou’s heart tremble again.

“It’s all because of practicing martial arts. One day we must make love like husband and wife, and have some real fun.” After saying that, he moved closer to her hot lips, sucking on her tongue that she offered herself. He reached into her blouse and vigorously kneaded her full breasts, which his hands could not fully grasp, and explored the deep crevice between her smooth, soft, and bouncy buttocks, indulging in great pleasure. Yu’er’s arms hung limply, and with the movement of Zhang Jinhou’s hands, she twisted her waist violently, rubbing their bodies together wildly. Her mouth, which was sealed, emitted gasps and moans.

The two were intertwined for a long time. When they both felt satisfied, Zhang Jinhou released Yu’er’s tongue, wrapped one arm around her slender waist, and moved his hand around her chest, gently pinching her nipples that seemed to be about to burst through her clothes. His other hand was on her round and firm thighs, stroking them back and forth.

The blush on Yu'er's face faded, returning her to a calm and composed state of mind. Zhang Jinhou's hand continued to caress Yu'er's breasts, a habit he had when contemplating problems. The soft breasts of a beautiful woman made him feel more relaxed and comfortable, and his mind more agile, even though his cultivation level no longer required such external means to calm his mind. Yu'er was also used to his advances; it was a daily ritual, using the resistance to external stimuli to strengthen her willpower.

Yu'er was undoubtedly a master in this regard, guarding her mind and focusing her attention elsewhere, unable to feel any physical stimulation. However, this time Zhang Jinhou was doing it intentionally. Besides the variety of techniques and the perfect balance of strength, the true energy gathered on his fingers was also probing and teasing Yu'er's sensitive spots. An ordinary woman would have already been consumed by lust and driven to madness. Yu'er was also starting to feel the effects. The true energy entering her body gradually broke through the natural defenses of her protective energy, creating ripples that disturbed her tranquil mind, and the sensory stimulation of her body appeared and disappeared intermittently.

Yu'er quickly composed herself, gave Zhang Jinhou a sweet smile, and asked, "Master, what are your plans to do with those people outside?"

Zhang Jinhou was initially taken aback by her sudden shift from a serene to a charming smile, and his attention naturally turned to her question. Yu'er immediately felt a sense of relief, her pressure lessened. However, this relief was short-lived. In an instant, Zhang Jinhou laughed, "Good little girl, I almost fell for your trick!" and launched a full-force attack.

Yu'er's mind went blank for a moment, as if she were floating on clouds. Her blood seemed to explode, rushing through her body. Waves of intense itching and tingling, along with a surge of excitement, coursed through her most sensitive areas—her nipples and clitoris. Yu'er's composure was utterly shattered. She collapsed onto Zhang Jinghou, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, and she gasped for breath. She had forgotten Zhang Jinghou's preference for a woman's submissiveness. With one hand, she grabbed Zhang Jinghou's hand that was playing with her clitoris, and forced him to rub her slightly raised mons pubis. With the other hand, she grasped her free breast, kneading it forcefully, her expression utterly wanton.

Zhang Jinghou hadn't expected this. Before, no matter how he teased her, Yu'er always remained steadfast, at least managing to break free from his clutches. Fortunately, he had immediately withdrawn his own true energy when he realized he had broken through Yu'er's protective aura; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Yu'er's true energy might have been scattered, leaving her severely injured and dead.

Seeing the usually pure and ethereal beauty suddenly display a wanton and seductive expression, Zhang Jinhou felt a wonderfully fresh sensation. An urge to caress her surged within him, something he hadn't felt before. Zhang Jinhou knew he was harboring worldly lust. Although they had been intimate almost daily, thousands of times over the years, it had always been for training, devoid of lust. It wasn't that he wasn't lustful; it was just that he found it difficult to feel lust in her presence. Her pure and innocent expression only inspired a sense of holiness and radiance. Strangely, this was all something he had deliberately created. She was a perfect woman he had trained and cultivated, for the purpose of cultivating the supreme sexual technique he had comprehended. This had also fostered a love for her that transcended mere lust. Even his teasing of her was to temper her will. Now, he had inadvertently broken her tranquility, aroused her lust, and stirred his own desires as well. He didn't know what the consequences would be.

Zhang Jinhou forcefully suppressed his burning desire, calmed his mind, eliminated lustful thoughts, focused his energy on his dantian, and released Yu'er's seductive hands. After a long while, Yu'er regained her serene expression, glanced at Zhang Jinhou, and said resentfully, "What's going on, Master?"

Seeing Yu'er's coquettish look, Zhang Jinhou was secretly pleased. Yu'er usually gave off a cold and aloof feeling, but now, although she remained expressionless, there was a hint of girlish tenderness in her eyes. Recalling her breathtakingly alluring demeanor when he mentioned wanting to have a real marital life with her, he suddenly understood that she had always longed for his genuine caresses, not just the tranquil, desireless state they experienced during their daily practice. His own training method was designed to cultivate the Yin and Yang energies of one's nature, enhancing the true energy gathered in the dantian. This allowed him to maintain his youthful physique, and Yu'er, in turn, developed delicate, soft, baby-like, fair, and smooth skin, as well as a graceful and charming feminine beauty. Even her large, round, soft, and firm breasts, which never sagged, were the result of his constant infusion of true energy and kneading. However, he had overlooked the fact that lust was also part of human nature. It wasn't that he hadn't thought of it, but he feared that indulging in lust and indulging in pleasure would deplete his Yin and Yang energies. Now it seemed that while appropriate lust might disrupt the flow of true energy in the meridians, it could also harmonize one's emotions. Just now, Yu'er's lust was at its peak, and because Zhang Jinhou stopped his teasing at the right time, she didn't release her Yin energy, but she had already released the pent-up desires accumulated over the years. The stagnant energy dissipated, and Yin and Yang were in harmony, which is why she revealed the innocent charm of her young girl nature. Could it be that Yu'er's previous coldness and indifference were merely a pathological condition?

After understanding these principles, Zhang Jinhou became even more confused. He combined the ancient texts on sexual techniques with unorthodox methods of cultivation to create this supreme sexual skill, intending to enhance his true essence. Sexual techniques specifically focus on refining essence into qi, a branch of Taoist methods for cultivating essence into qi, qi into spirit, and spirit into emptiness; cultivation techniques, on the other hand, focus on harming others for personal gain, absorbing yin to supplement yang, and absorbing yang to supplement yin, with more advanced practitioners directly extracting true essence. This way of yin and yang between men and women is incredibly profound, and Zhang Jinhou is gradually exploring it, gaining some insights but also understanding many things. Combining these two different ways of men and women, one righteous and one unorthodox, is unprecedented. Zhang Jinhou knows it carries many unpredictable dangers; stories of qi deviation in the martial arts world are still common, so he always plans carefully before acting. Now, Yu'er has encountered an unexpected situation, which, although it doesn't seem like a bad thing, still requires caution.

"Let's not talk about this now, let's go see Mei'er," Zhang Jinhou said.

Zhang Jinhou put his arm around Yu'er and sat in a strange carriage.

The carriage, made of hardwood, was square and painted entirely black, without any decorative patterns, simple and unadorned. It had no roof, was boat-shaped, and narrow enough to seat only two people side-by-side. Five feet long, with a long seat at each end, it could accommodate a maximum of four people. The four wheels were level with the carriage body. Most strangely, the carriage had no rider towing it, nor any harness for securing the rider.

It was parked in the center of a small, enclosed hut. Inside, besides the carriage, there was nothing else. The walls were only two feet away from the carriage. At the rear, a small door, large enough for two people to pass side-by-side, led to a tunnel connecting to the small room where Zhang Jinghou had received Xiangmei. A round log, one foot in diameter, protruded from the wall beside the door, bracing against the rear of the carriage. The room had a bluestone floor with two rows of shallow, parallel grooves, each about five inches deep, carved across the hut. The carriage wheels fit perfectly into these grooves, without the slightest deviation.

As usual, Zhang Jinhou's arm encircled Yu'er's slender waist, pulling her close to his body. His hand moved to her chest, grasping her full breasts, which Zhang Jinhou's large hand could not fully encircle, and gently kneaded them. Yu'er nestled against Zhang Jinhou's broad chest, her eyes slightly closed, her face showing an unusual shyness.

Zhang Jinhou's other hand pressed against a blue brick in the wall, the brick sinking three inches into the wall. A slight scraping sound followed, and the brick wall of the small house facing the front of the vehicle slid into the side wall, revealing a dark, square opening just large enough for the vehicle to enter. The floor inside the opening also had shallow grooves, which connected to the shallow grooves inside the house. With a series of clanging sounds from the rear wall of the vehicle, the tunnel door behind it closed, and at the same time, the logs surged forward, pushing the strange vehicle into the dark tunnel. The dark tunnel sloped downwards, forming a ramp, and under the pull of gravity, the vehicle moved faster and faster.

In the darkness, Zhang Jinhou held the warm and docile Yu'er in his arms, indulging in the sweet taste of her tongue, his hands and feet not idle either. Zhang Jinhou's legs intertwined tightly around Yu'er's long, firm legs, pulling her down onto him, his arms holding her close. Her large, soft breasts pressed against his chest, incredibly comfortable and soft. Zhang Jinhou's hands grasped and squeezed Yu'er's high, protruding buttocks, occasionally digging into her cleft to rub and knead, eliciting soft moans and gasps from Yu'er. Zhang Jinhou forcefully suppressed the urge to thrust his thick penis into her flower, focusing solely on enjoying the tenderness of the moment. Yu'er's arms remained obediently at her sides; she knew Zhang Jinhou preferred women who were submissive and allowed themselves to be played with, rather than those who moved independently.

The car moved smoothly, without the slightest sway. The wind whistled past their ears, the speed extremely fast. After a short while, the car began to slow down, and the tunnel began to slope upwards. Suddenly, with a "click," something caught on the bottom of the cart—a spiked winch. One of the spikes had caught on a hook, and the winch pulled the cart upwards at a steady pace. A square hole in the darkness ahead gleamed with light.

Zhang Jinghou helped Yu'er out of the cart. Yu'er's face was still flushed, and she looked at Zhang Jinghou with delight; her previous cold expression had vanished. Zhang Jinghou pretended not to notice, inwardly sighing: "Even a fairy couldn't be more moved by mortal desires!"

It was the same small hut, except now a log against the front of the cart. Zhang Jinghou pressed down on a brick, and the corner of the hut slid open, revealing a tunnel entrance. The two embraced and entered the tunnel, soon arriving at a strange little room. The walls of the room had copper tubes inserted at Zhang Jinghou's ear level, each tube opening only five inches wide and spaced five inches apart, forty in total.

Zhang Jinghou pressed his ear to each tube, listening intently, then suddenly stopped at one, a strange expression on his face. Zhang Jinghou said to Yu'er, "Come and listen." Yu'er also put her ear to the tube opening. Faint breathing and moaning sounds came from inside. Yu'er focused her inner energy on her eardrums, and the sounds immediately became clear. Even the strange sound like a stick pounding mud, which she hadn't heard before, was now right in front of her.

Yu'er looked at the "31" written above the copper tube and said, "That's Feng'er's room. They're practicing. What was that strange sound?"

Zhang Jinghou smiled and said, "What kind of sound would it make if a hard, rod-like object were inserted into a wet, fleshy hole?"

Yu'er's face suddenly flushed red, and she said, "I know."

Zhang Jinghou's expression suddenly turned serious, and he said, "This isn't practicing martial arts; this is lust."

Feng'er had a round face, large, round eyes, thick eyebrows, a round nose, and a cherry-like mouth with a full lower lip that made her mouth round as well. Her doll-like face was extremely beautiful and cute, making her look only thirteen or fourteen years old. However, her full breasts, forming beautiful hemispheres, and the well-proportioned curves of her shoulders, arms, waist, and legs revealed that her true age was probably around twenty.

She was lying on top of a young man covered in fine hair and with strong, muscular muscles, violently swaying her slender waist. Her full, round breasts bounced on her chest like waves, and her round, high, plump buttocks rose and fell rhythmically, accompanied by a sound like a stick pounding mud. She moaned like a wildcat to the rhythm, her voice extremely melodious.

The man beneath her had a high nose and broad eyes, a heroic and imposing appearance, broad shoulders and thick arms, and a slender yet powerful waist, moving in rhythm with the rise and fall of Feng'er's plump buttocks. Suddenly, he exerted force in his waist, and the rhythm suddenly increased significantly. Caught off guard, Feng'er's body went limp against him, moaning softly, her eyes tightly closed, her expression one of pure pleasure. The man exerted himself for a moment, panting heavily, his movements slowing down.

Feng'er said coquettishly, "Are you trying to kill me? You didn't even give me a warning."

The man grabbed her breasts and kneaded them roughly, laughing, "What's wrong, can't take it anymore?"

Feng'er snorted, "Who's afraid of who? Let's see again."

The man laughed loudly and suddenly exerted himself again. Feng'er was prepared, and at the same time, she twisted her plump hips. In an instant, a loud "plop" sound filled the air, and even the panting and moaning ceased. Both of them gritted their teeth and strained. Suddenly, they both groaned, embracing each other, motionless, panting heavily, and after a long while, they groped their way to their feet.

Feng'er said, "I feel so refreshed, how about you?"

The man was about to speak when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure at the door. He turned and exclaimed in horror, "Master!"

Feng'er glanced at the door and also exclaimed in horror, "Master!"

The two of them rolled off the bed and knelt on the ground.

Zhang Jinghou walked in with Yu'er in his arms at the door.

Zhang Jinghou laughed, "When did you two become so formal?"

Feng'er giggled, stood up, walked to Zhang Jinghou, grabbed his arm, shook it from side to side, and said coquettishly, "Master, your sudden arrival reminded us of your usual majesty, and we are grateful for your kindness, so we are so trembling with fear."

"Sweet little mouth, let me kiss you." Zhang Jinghou put his arm around Feng'er's slender waist, his hand naturally touching her full breasts, and lowered his head to suckle her fragrant tongue. Feng'er was not tall, petite and delicate, which made her full breasts and high hips even more apparent, and her waist was still slender and flexible. She stood on tiptoe to reach Zhang Jinghou's lips.

The man also stood up, grabbed a robe from the bedside, and draped it over himself.

Feng'er blushed and gasped as he kissed her.

Zhang Jinghou released her tongue and laughed, "What will you two do? You must have done something to betray me, and have something to hide."

Feng'er stole a glance at the man, seeing him standing silently to the side, and felt a surge of resentment. She nestled into Zhang Jinghou's arms and said sweetly, "Father Pang is truly wise; nothing can be hidden from you. Feng'er and Senior Brother Feilong were practicing martial arts when we were aroused by lust and couldn't control ourselves. Please punish me, Master."

Zhang Jinghou embraced both women, his hands not idle, gently kneading their breasts. Although Feng'er's breasts were quite full, they were still much smaller than Yu'er's. However, Yu'er's breasts were soft and elastic, and felt firm to the touch, while Feng'er's breasts were soft and squishy, and even without much force, the fingers would sink in quite a bit. They were truly wonderful breasts. Both of them had their own strengths and were the best of the best among beauties. It was impossible to say who was better.

Feng'er suddenly felt a chilling current pierce her shoulder blade from Zhang Jinghou's grasp on her breast. Her arm involuntarily shot upwards, striking Feilong in front of her. Terrified, she cried out, "Master!"

Feilong, caught off guard, couldn't dodge. Feng'er's arm swept across his shoulder, the chilling energy seeping into his body, instantly paralyzing half his body. He exclaimed in horror, "What is Xiao Feng doing?" Suddenly realizing Feng'er didn't possess such power, he looked at Zhang Jinghou in disbelief, "Master?"

Zhang Jinghou withdrew his energy and looked at Feilong, saying, "Xiao Fei, your power has regressed these past few days instead of progressing. Do you know why?"

Feilong lowered his head dejectedly, "Disciple understands."

Zhang Jinghou solemnly said, "Do you really understand? The sexual cultivation we practice may seem like indulgence, but it's actually about guarding one's true essence." The principle is to balance Yin and Yang, strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vital energy, so that one year of practice can be equivalent to three years of practice for others. Now it seems that even without progress or regression, progress will be rapid. Men and women have different constitutions. Feng'er can relax, but you cannot be careless in the slightest. Otherwise, at the moment of extreme desire, it will be like a door wide open, and others can easily take your true energy. Just now, seeing you guard your true energy at the last moment, it's clear that these years of training have not been in vain. Sexual love is the foundation of human reproduction and survival, and appropriate sexual activity can also harmonize Yin and Yang. I will not blame you, after all, you are still young. The mistake is that you indulged in it too much, which led to a decline in your power. Lust is only a momentary pleasure, while the ultimate goal of martial arts is eternal happiness. This is like giving up the bright moon to pursue the light of a firefly. You are the most promising among all the male disciples to inherit the mantle of... "Master's skills, don't you think that disappoints me?"

Feilong knelt on the ground, his face covered in sweat, and said, "Disciple has failed Master's expectations. Master's wake-up call has made me realize my mistakes. I will remember this lesson and never forget it."

Feng'er pressed her face against Zhang Jinghou's chest and said, "It's not entirely Second Senior Brother's fault. Feng'er is also at fault. I pestered Second Senior Brother to play with me."

Zhang Jinghou used various techniques, gathering his true energy to rub her nipples, and said, "Little girl, you don't use your cleverness in a useful way. Look at you and your senior sister, who are learning martial arts at the same time, yet your skills are so different. Did you disobey my orders and peek at Mei'er practicing?"

Feng'er's breasts were stretched and deformed like dough in Zhang Jinghou's hands. Feng'er kept her mind focused, her face still flushed, and she barely managed to speak: “How can that be the same? You personally trained Senior Sister. If you personally trained Feng’er, Feng’er could also reach Senior Sister’s level of skill. Right, Senior Sister?”

Yu’er, who was also enduring Zhang Jinhou’s devilish hands, spat and said, “You’re just playing around and don’t practice properly. You’re always making excuses.”

Zhang Jinhou laughed and said, “Haven’t I trained you enough? Do you want me to train you for a month?”

Feng’er giggled and said, “No, give it to your Yu’er.”

Zhang Jinhou said, “Good little girl, you dare to play games with me. When did you start peeking at Mei’er?”

Feng’er glanced at Feilong and said, “Only a few days.” Suddenly, she felt a cold true energy pierce her arm. With a “smack,” her hand hit her own high buttocks hard, and a red palm print immediately appeared on her snow-white buttocks. Feng'er groaned in pain, horrified, "Master, what kind of skill is this? My hands won't obey me!"

Zhang Jinghou coldly said, "Not only did you peep yourself, but you also taught Xiao Fei to peep." Suddenly noticing that Feng'er and Feilong's expressions were more of amusement than surprise, he had a sudden thought and shouted, "Feng'er, you even let Xiao Fei sleep with Mei'er!"

Feng'er and Feilong turned ashen-faced and said in unison, "How did you know?"

Zhang Jinghou angrily said, "You two little devils, you think you can cheat in front of your master? See how I punish you. Take me to see Mei'er now, Xiao Fei stays!"

Feng'er pressed a mechanism, and the brick wall slowly receded, revealing a small door. The three of them turned the corner, and their eyes lit up. Compared to the dark, simple, and monotonous brick-walled rooms outside, this was a magnificent palace.

This was a very large room. Sixteen braziers, suspended from the ceiling by iron chains, burned flames two feet high, illuminating the entire room as if it were daytime. The entire floor and walls were paved with polished white marble, on which were reliefs of various unique depictions of men and women in sexual intercourse. Their expressions of excitement and ecstasy were lifelike, with even the smallest details, like individual hairs, clearly visible, a truly breathtaking sight. Directly opposite the door, against the wall, was a large, single, high-quality jade platform. On the platform, a dozen or so naked beauties sat, lay, stood, knelt, or squatted in a semi-circle, crowding around the platform. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that all the beauties were carved from jade. Their eyes were inlaid with black crystal, their hair, eyebrows, and pubic hair were finely carved black jade, and their nipples, lips, and labia were dark red agate. The jade itself was delicate, smooth, pure white, and flawless, just like the skin of the beauties. The beauties' expressions varied—smiling, solemn, flirtatious, or feigning sleep—and even upon close inspection, they seemed almost real.

All three gazes were fixed on a beautiful woman reclining on the throne, her hand as a pillow, eyes closed in repose. Suddenly, the woman opened her eyes, and a captivating light flashed in her clear, black and white pupils. Anyone unaware of the situation would be astonished, for the woman's skin blended seamlessly with the jade sculpture behind her, its color and luster indistinguishable, making one mistake her for a jade sculpture as well.

Yu'er and Feng'er both looked dejected. They looked at the woman, then at themselves, knowing their skin was fair enough to be comparable, but lacked luster. Yu'er was slightly better off, as she wore a sheer robe, while Feng'er was completely naked. Her usually bright and radiant skin now appeared dull and lifeless. Fortunately, she was in charge of looking after this peerless beauty, and having seen her many times, she quickly adjusted her mindset, though her gaze still lingered on the woman's shapely figure.

Zhang Jinhou released Yu'er and Feng'er's breasts, which he had been fondling, and sat at the feet of the beautiful woman. He reached out and ran his hand up her calves, across her firm thighs, her round, plump buttocks, her slender waist, her pink shoulders, her jade-like neck, and then down to her full, high breasts. He stopped there, kneading and pinching them in various ways, deforming them at will. Her breasts weren't as large as Yu'er's, but they weren't much smaller either, very elastic, and the skin was incredibly smooth and tender, making them feel incredibly pleasurable to touch.

Yu'er and Feng'er stared in disbelief as Zhang Jinhou kneaded their breasts like a chef kneading dough. They remembered that Zhang Jinhou had never treated their breasts like this before, and even when he used force, he always knew when to stop. But now he was using every ounce of force he could muster. What kind of ravaging and torture was this? They feared that their breasts would be bruised and swollen and in excruciating pain afterward. Fortunately, he hadn't used his full strength yet, otherwise, those beautiful breasts would surely burst. Yu'er stole a glance at Zhang Jinghou and saw that his eyes seemed to be spitting fire, an expression she had never seen before. She felt a surge of fear mixed with a faint excitement, wondering what kind of thrill it would be to be treated like this.

The beautiful woman stared intently at Zhang Jinghou, her expression unchanged, her body completely still. A moment later, her eyes blazed brightly, and her breathing quickened noticeably, as if she could no longer bear Zhang Jinghou's ruthless touch. Suddenly, Zhang Jinghou felt a cool, powerful energy flow from the soft breasts in his hands, filling them completely. As he squeezed, the energy swirled within the breasts, dissipating his grip. The round breasts slipped from his palms like fish, bouncing to the side, as if they were coated in oil. Zhang Jinghou was greatly surprised. He tried grabbing and pulling with both hands, but no matter how he changed his methods, the breasts remained slippery, bouncing and slipping out of his hands. Faced with this extraordinary sight, Yu'er and Feng'er, along with Zhang Jinghou, were like children who couldn't catch fish, utterly dumbfounded.

Zhang Jinghou laughed loudly, "Interesting, interesting! I didn't expect you to have grasped the 'Disarming' technique. Good, let's see how you apply this 'Disarming' technique to martial arts." He walked to the center of the room, standing facing the beautiful woman on the throne, giving the impression of towering mountains.

The beautiful woman gracefully sat up, her jade-like hand lightly brushing aside her flowing hair that cascaded down her shoulders to her feet, tossing it behind her. Her movements were light and graceful, extremely captivating. With each rise and fall of her arms, her full, round breasts bounced slightly, trembling slightly. She slowly stood up, gently lifting her jade-like leg, and walked towards Zhang Jinghou. Every movement was beautiful and elegant, as if carefully planned.

Zhang Jinhou and the other two stared intently at the beautiful woman's every move, their hearts deeply captivated by her beauty. Zhang Jinhou felt a surge of desire to possess her and torment her at will, just as he had felt when he first saw her lying there. Strangely, Yu'er and Feng'er also had the same thought.

The beautiful woman walked up to Zhang Jinhou and said softly, "Brother Jin, come, let's play. I'll make you very happy."

Zhang Jinhou blankly shifted his gaze from her alluring body to her clear eyes.

"Ah!" The beautiful woman gasped, taking a step back, her face turning deathly pale.

Zhang Jinhou laughed loudly, "I'll only be bewitched by you once. How about it, Mei'er, how does it feel to have your heart captured?"

Yu'er and Feng'er suddenly snapped out of their daze, still unaware of what was happening.

The beautiful woman returned to normal, smiling, and said, "How many times have I told you, my name is Lin Qing'er, not Mei'er."

Zhang Jinhou laughed, "Soon you'll be called Mei'er."

"I've never seen anyone as unreasonable and domineering as you," Lin Qing'er said.

"I'll say it again, if you can defeat my sword, you can leave as you please."

Lin Qing'er chuckled, "I've never been so confident as I am today. Just now, being tormented by your demonic hand, I suddenly comprehended the 'Disarm' technique. Now you can't touch me at all."

"Is that so? Have I told you about the 'Entangle' technique?"

Lin Qing'er's expression changed slightly, then she suddenly laughed, "Now that I know the 'Disarm' technique, the 'Entangle' technique is easy to understand. What's so difficult about it? You still can't entangle me."

Zhang Jinhou tossed her a sword, flicked it, and it emitted a "humming" sound, saying, "Then let's try it."

Lin Qing'er caught the sword and immediately launched an attack. Her sword strikes were faster than lightning, ruthless and accurate, aimed straight for vital points. Zhang Jinghou swayed slightly, dodging the sword tip in the blink of an eye. His longsword met Lin Qing'er's, instantly causing her sword to nearly fly out of her hand—this was the "Disarm" technique.

Lin Qing'er was greatly shocked. She quickly composed herself, calmed her mind, and blocked Zhang Jinghou's thrusting sword horizontally. She immediately used the "Disarm" technique, her true energy swirling on her sword to neutralize Zhang Jinghou's sword momentum. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jinghou's true energy, concentrated on the sword, also swirled, producing a long, resounding "whoosh." Lin Qing'er felt a force on the longsword, the opposite of her own sword-controlling strength. This force wasn't very strong, but it suddenly surged in just as her blocking power was exhausted and her neutralizing power was about to be unleashed. It jolted her fingers open, and the longsword flew out of her hand. Zhang Jinghou swung his sword in an arc in mid-air, but Lin Qing'er's sword seemed glued to it, not falling. The arc flashed, and after spinning once, the sword returned to Lin Qing'er's hand. Lin Qing'er stared blankly at the sword in her hand, only snapping out of her daze after a long while.

Zhang Jinghou said, "This is the 'Entanglement' technique."

Lin Qing'er asked in bewilderment, "Why is your swordsmanship so much better than before?"

Feng'er smiled and said, "Because Master didn't use his true swordsmanship before."

Lin Qing'er looked at Feng'er and asked, "Why is that?"

Feng'er smiled and said, "That's how Master teaches swordsmanship."

Lin Qing'er looked at Zhang Jinghou, who smiled without speaking, and asked, "Why are you using it now?"

Yu'er and Feng'er also looked at Zhang Jinghou in confusion. Zhang Jinghou smiled and said, "Because I want to let you go."

Lin Qing'er, Yu'er, and Feng'er all trembled.

"Because I also want to go out, and the time to go out has finally come." Zhang Jinghou laughed loudly.

Feng'er beamed with joy and said, "The day has finally come."

Lin Qing'er couldn't help but show joy as well, but Yu'er remained expressionless.

Zhang Jinghou smiled and said, "However, the restraint is still in effect. You cannot leave my side until you can surpass the sword in my hand."

Lin Qing'er's face darkened again. Zhang Jinghou continued, "There's a way to avoid this constraint: become my disciple. What do you say?"

Lin Qing'er snorted coldly and said, "I admit your swordsmanship is good enough to be my master, but I still have a way to defeat you." She glanced at Zhang Jinghou, her eyes filled with a resentful longing, her beautiful eyes captivating, as if hooked by a hook. A smile appeared on Lin Qing'er's lips. She raised her jade-like hand, took Zhang Jinghou's arm, her high breasts lightly touching his arm, and said softly, "Brother Jing, may you play with me? But you're not allowed to pinch my breasts, just touch them gently, okay? Be gentle, it will hurt."

Zhang Jinghou reached out and touched Lin Qing'er's breasts, his eyes burning with desire. Yu'er and Feng'er also blushed, their desire blazing.

Lin Qing'er led him to the throne, and seeing the fabric between his legs gradually bulging, she was overjoyed, thinking to herself, "So this is it for you too." Yet, she also felt a vague unease.

The two sat close together on the beautiful woman's throne. Zhang Jinghou's hands roamed over Lin Qing'er's body, his mouth sucking on her offered tongue. Lin Qing'er undressed him, her jade-like hands caressing his thick penis. After a while, Lin Qing'er felt something was amiss. Her eyes glanced down, and her body trembled violently. If her tongue hadn't been in Zhang Jinghou's mouth, she would have cried out in surprise.

Zhang Jinghou's lower body was as thick as an upper arm, red as charcoal, burning hot to the touch, and his glans was as large as a fist, like a venomous snake opening its mouth to devour someone.

Lin Qing'er was filled with doubt and surprise. She glanced at her beautiful flower core, which had remained small and tightly closed even after sucking countless men's thick penises. She thought of her maidenly technique, which allowed her to contract and expand her vagina at will, accommodating an object as thick as a man's wrist without pain. But ultimately, due to physiological limitations, she had never seen such a huge penis before, let alone tried inserting it. She wondered what it would be like to insert it into her flower core.

Lin Qing'er turned her eyes and saw Zhang Jinghou staring at her intently, without the slightest hint of intoxication or frenzy. A realization dawned on her; she knew she had fallen for his trick again. Such a massive member couldn't be naturally formed; he must have used a technique similar to the Maiden's Heart Sutra to thicken his penis. A surge of competitive spirit rose within Lin Qing'er. She gritted her teeth, a sharp pain shooting through her tongue, reminding her that her tongue was still in Zhang Jinghou's mouth. Ignoring it, she gripped the iron-hard shaft tightly with her delicate hand, forcing the enormous glans into her small flower. Only halfway in, she felt a tearing pain in her vagina, tears streaming down her face. She could no longer concentrate on the Maiden's Heart Sutra.

Unbeknownst to her, Zhang Jinghou was experiencing the same pain. His own thick penis, already engorged and numb with blood, now felt as if it were tightly bound by an iron ring, preventing blood from flowing out. The excruciating pain threatened to burst his blood vessels. Zhang Jinhou quickly pulled out his massive penis, thinking he would never insert it into that little hole again until it shrank back to its original size.

Zhang Jinhou's pulling motion immediately caused Lin Qing'er excruciating pain. Ignoring the possibility of injuring her tongue, she hastily pulled her tongue back from between Zhang Jinhou's teeth, broke free from his embrace, and knelt before him, saying, "Master, your disciple Lin Qing'er admits defeat. Please forgive my past disrespect. I am willing to follow and serve you forever."

Zhang Jinhou laughed heartily, "You can still call me Mei'er. It's not that I'm being domineering, but I already have a Qing'er among my disciples."

Mei'er giggled, "Master still remembers my past disrespectful words. Whatever you wish to call Mei'er, that's fine. Mei'er is very obedient."

Feng'er laughed from the side, "Great! We have another little junior sister. When she sees me later..." "You should call me Senior Sister!"

Mei'er glared at her and said, "Little brat, if I had married earlier, my daughter would probably be several years older than you."

Feng'er laughed, "It's clear you lack experience in the martial world. In the martial world, it's always the case that those who join first are the most important. Yu'er joined first, so she's the Senior Sister. Everyone else, except for the juniors, joined at the same time, so they're ranked by age. You're not even among the juniors, so what are you going to call her Senior Sister?"

Mei'er ignored her and said to Yu'er, "Yu'er is the best and most beautiful. I'll teach you a few moves of the 'Girl's Heart Technique,' guaranteed to charm those stinky men and infuriate those stingy women."

Yu'er said calmly, "Thank you for your kindness, Mei'er, but I'm afraid your seductive skills aren't suitable for me." After saying that, she looked at Zhang Jinhou.

Feng'er laughed, "By the way, your seductive skills are only good for harming men, but our senior sister's only man is Master, so it's not suitable. Why not teach it to me?"

Mei'er snorted, "Since my 'Girl's Heart Technique' can harm men, it can naturally help them too."

Yu'er's eyes lit up immediately, knowing that this was indeed possible.

Zhang Jinhou said, "Mei'er entered the sect with her skills already, so the order of seniority doesn't matter. Feng'er, go and gather all the disciples; I have a few things to announce here."

Feng'er obeyed and left. Zhang Jinhou embraced Yu'er and Mei'er, sitting on the throne of beauties, kissing and touching their breasts, indulging in his desires. Yu'er knew his intentions; at this moment, she was only playing with her body, not training her will, so she didn't suppress her desires. She was just not used to showing her lewdness in front of a third party, appearing extremely shy and charming. Mei'er was even more seductive, her eyes sparkling, moaning softly, her shoulders and buttocks swaying, displaying extreme submissiveness and coquettishness. The two women sat on his lap, moaning softly and making sucking noises. Their faces were flushed, their flesh like steamed meat, utterly alluring. Zhang Jinhou ordered the two women to press their four equally large and firm breasts together, his hands roaming freely in this rare and tender embrace, finding the soft, smooth flesh incredibly pleasurable. He then ordered them to put their tongues into their mouths, sucking on them for another intoxicating sensation. All three were skilled in seduction, their skin rubbing against each other, their yin and yang stimulating each other, arousing their desire, creating a harmonious and joyful scene.

At this moment, Feng'er entered, immediately blushing from the three's wanton teasing, giggling, "Master, your disciples are waiting outside."

Zhang Jinhou put his arms around Yu'er and Mei'er's waists, letting them nestle on either side of him, and said, "Come in."

Mei'er's rosy cheeks pressed lightly against Zhang Jinhou's broad chest, her seductive eyes gazing at him, but her heart was filled with shock. Zhang Jinghou's face remained as handsome and dashing as ever, his three-foot-long beard reaching his chest, his demeanor dignified and composed, seemingly unaffected by lust. Mei'er's infallible seductive skills seemed utterly useless against him, leaving her disheartened and filled with even greater awe for Zhang Jinghou.

More than twenty men and women entered the hall, their eyes immediately widening in surprise. This erotic palace, where Mei'er was imprisoned, was a place they were all entering for the first time, and they were instantly stunned by the ubiquitous carvings. They had all participated in the polishing and creation of these jade carvings, yet they hadn't imagined that their combination within this hall would be so magnificent and dazzling. But what surprised them most were the two peerless beauties seated on the thrones.

The group stood in a line before the thrones. Among them were only four men, with Feilong at the center, all dressed in blue robes, exuding an air of arrogance and self-satisfaction. The rest were all women, the youngest being eighteen and the oldest no more than twenty-five or twenty-six. All had fair skin and beautiful faces. They had originally worn sheer veils, but seeing that their eldest sister, Yu'er, on the throne had already removed her clothes, they all removed theirs as well. In an instant, the hall was filled with fleshy flesh, the undulating curves of buttocks and breasts, an endless display of spring's beauty. The male disciples, including Feilong, stared wide-eyed, feasting their eyes.

Yu'er, usually as cold as ice, was the most beautiful and aloof of the female disciples. Now, contrary to her usual self, her face was flushed, her eyes filled with deep affection, nestled against Zhang Jinhou like a little bird, indescribably charming and alluring, naturally causing the other disciples to marvel.

On Zhang Jinhou's other side, Mei'er was no less beautiful than Yu'er, but possessed a more innate allure. Her radiant skin and captivating eyes seemed capable of bewitching hearts.

Both were tall with slender legs, slim waists, rounded hips, and full, rounded breasts that reached almost to their shoulders, smooth and flawless. Their skin was as white as snow, smoother than solidified cream, and their bodies were evenly and densely covered with flesh, without any sagging. Even the smallest details were perfectly rounded and flawless, truly rare beauties.

Mei'er's eyes shifted, and all the disciples felt that she was only looking at them, causing their breathing to quicken and their hearts to race, even the female disciples were no exception. Feilong had seen her lewd appearance before, and he couldn't help but feel his lust rising, his eyes seeming to spit fire.

Zhang Jinghou's hand, which was holding Mei'er's full breasts, emitted a cold aura and pierced straight into her body. Mei'er's body trembled violently, she let out a soft moan, and turned her gaze back to see Zhang Jinghou staring at her sternly. She quickly composed herself.

The disciples, finally snapping out of their daze, broke out in a cold sweat for their momentary lapse in concentration, yet still couldn't resist stealing glances at Mei'er.

Zhang Jinhou beckoned to the disciples, saying, "Come and sit down, all of you." The throne was quite spacious, and several female disciples sat down, while the rest gathered around Zhang Jinhou's feet.

Zhang Jinhou smiled and stroked each of the female disciples' breasts, each with its own unique size and shape, commenting on their growth, progress in skill, offering both praise and reprimand. Those praised flirted and played along, while those reprimanded made excuses and acted spoiled, creating a lively atmosphere of sweet laughter and coquettish pouting.

When it came to the four male disciples, Zhang Jinhou tested their skill by pushing their shoulders, showing none of the same smile he had shown to the female disciples, only a stern and authoritative demeanor. The female disciples, knowing better, remained silent until the reprimand was over, at which point they resumed their playful banter, restoring the boisterous atmosphere.

Zhang Jinhou laughed, "You little girls are used to playing around here, completely unaware of the dangers and hardships of the outside world. You slack off the moment I don't urge you to practice." Turning to his four male disciples, he said, "You are not like them, able to live happily under my protection. A man's ambition lies in all directions; only those who conquer their own empire are entitled to enjoy life. And the greatest enjoyment is not women, but the process of success and the exhilaration after hardship."

Zhang Jinhou pointed at Mei'er, saying, "Mei'er is a disciple of the single-lineage Maiden Sect. With her skills, she can live a life of comfort and safety, enjoying all the pleasures of life. However, if she encounters someone who can resist her seductive arts, she will be at their mercy, becoming their plaything. Although such people are few and far between in the world."

The disciples looked at Mei'er. Although she didn't dare unleash her seductive arts, their minds were still disturbed by her jade-like skin and alluring demeanor, and they all averted their gazes.

Zhang Jinhou continued, "That's why Mei'er sought out superior martial arts, since in this world, whoever is strongest survives."

Mei'er giggled, "So I heard that the once-powerful 'Sword Demon' Nian Ruyi hid the nine chapters of the 'Ruyi Sword Technique' in Jigong Mountain, Runan, and I went to great lengths to find that cave. I never expected to run into Master, who imprisoned Mei'er here for five whole years."

The disciples laughed uproariously, creating a chaotic scene. Feng'er almost choked with laughter, and seeing Mei'er's puzzled expression, she pointed at Mei'er, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word due to her laughter. Even Yu'er watched her with a smile.

Mei'er suddenly realized, and playfully punched Zhang Jinghou's chest with her jade-like hands, complaining, "So it was all Master's doing! I should have known!"

Zhang Jinghou laughed and said, "At least half of it is true. You've already learned my swordsmanship, haven't you? I didn't expect there to be over two hundred martial artists in that cave, forcing me to lock them up together. What I didn't expect was that they became sworn brothers because of it. After I released them from the mountain, they formed a secret gang called 'Sword Demon.'"

Mei'er asked, "Master, if you planned to capture these people, why did you release them?"

Zhang Jinghou glanced at her and said, "At that time, my martial arts were just beginning to improve, and I was looking for someone to test my sword skills. You were thinking about why I didn't form my own gang, weren't you?"

Mei'er smiled and said, "So what? Mei'er also wants to live a life of power and influence."

“That’s called ambition,” Zhang Jinhou sighed. “You’re a woman who can’t stand being alone, and in this male-dominated world, that’s why you have such a strong sense of insecurity. But have you ever considered that everyone in this world wants to trample others underfoot, but how many can truly stand firm? There is no absolute power in the world; there’s always someone stronger than the strong, and no one can boast of being invincible. Even a martial artist like the ‘Sword Demon’ can suddenly disappear without a trace, his fate unknown; even an emperor, as noble as he is, is always worried about being rebelled against. To remain invincible, one must be humble and open-minded.” "The ocean embraces all rivers, breaking through human limits to reach the pinnacle of martial arts; externally, one avoids the limelight, bides one's time, plans carefully before acting, and subdues

others without warning. Do you understand?" Mei'er smiled and said, "Mei'er understands some things, but not others. Mei'er isn't much younger than Master, so why does she act like a three-year-old in front of Master?"

Zhang Jinhou blinked and said, "Maybe I'm a few years younger than you."

Mei'er giggled and said, "Mei'er is thirty-three this year, and you, Master?" The disciples were all taken aback. Mei'er looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, yet she was already thirty-three!

Zhang Jinhou laughed, "How dare you ask my age! If I told you I'm 103, would you believe me?"

Mei'er giggled, "Master's abilities are boundless, what's there to be unbelievable?"

Zhang Jinhou vigorously rubbed Mei'er's plump breasts, laughing, "Little girl, you're good at flattering me, but I'm going to spank you." Saying this, he flipped her over, making her lie on his lap, her snow-white, plump, round buttocks raised high. With a swift movement, he slapped her, leaving two red handprints on Mei'er's buttocks.

Mei'er groaned in pain, mostly feigning it.

The disciples stared in disbelief. The lush grass and tightly closed flower between Mei'er's snow-white buttocks were so closely exposed before their eyes, and the male disciples were even more aroused.

One of the female disciples laughed, "This is great, Feng'er has another sister to spank with."

Feng'er chased after the girl, and the two wrestled around.

The girl was about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a small, oval face, a small, straight nose, thin lips, long, bright eyes, and delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows. She was a refreshing and pretty woman. Her body was quite petite, with slender limbs but few prominent bone structures. Her fair, delicate skin was evenly distributed throughout her body, giving her a charmingly petite and rounded beauty. Her breasts stood like gentle hills, not as full and firm as Yu'er's or Mei'er's, which were almost round and overflowed from her chest, so much so that her upper arms would touch them when she raised them. Nor were they like Feng'er's perfectly round breasts; her breasts were like budding flowers, possessing a tenderness that made one want to caress them gently, unwilling to harm them.

The girl's name was Jiao'er, and she was best friends with Feng'er. Because of their youthful appearance, they were called "Twin Jiao'er" by their fellow disciples. Feng'er was mischievous and playful, and a master of flattery and charm. Jiao'er was simple-minded but skillful. Both were not only doted on by Zhang Jinghou, but also loved by their siblings. However, Zhang Jinghou was cautious and disliked flattery. Whenever he heard Feng'er praising him, he couldn't help but spank her. But Feng'er's nature was hard to change, and Zhang Jinghou knew his limits. After a while, both the spanker and the spanked began to find it amusing. Thus, spanking became Feng'er's exclusive way of showing off her charm.

Mei'er huffed, "So Master likes to spank his disciple's bottom? Mei'er was just saying what was on her mind."

Zhang Jinhou pulled Mei'er back to her original position and laughed, "Is flattery also a method of seduction? Feng'er could learn from you in this aspect." He turned to Yu'er and said, "Yu'er is a born swordsman, and her future achievements should surpass mine."

Mei'er laughed, "Master is too biased towards little Feng'er. Mei'er's maiden heart technique doesn't hinder her swordsmanship, does it? Otherwise, why would Master teach me swordsmanship?"

Zhang Jinhou said, "Seduction may not be considered martial arts, but the profound realm of seduction must be similar to martial arts. It emphasizes a calm and undisturbed mind, so that one is not moved by external things, is not affected by desires, and ultimately forgets oneself and the world, reaching the state of oneness with heaven and man. However, the initial stage of seduction is about how to indulge in desires, right?"

Mei'er nodded and said, "Master can even learn from swordsmanship ..." Having deduced the highest level of seductive arts, Mei'er was convinced. The martial arts world viewed the people of the Maiden Sect as demons, unaware that the sect's founder, the Heavenly Maiden of Tianshui, attained enlightenment through the arts of men and women. However, the Heavenly Maiden of Tianshui vanished without a trace, leaving no method for advancing to the Heavenly Dao. My grandmaster and master both had countless lovers, yet never grasped the essence. Grandmaster Meihui searched for the Heavenly Maiden of Tianshui for over thirty years, but never heard from her again. My master Yanxin, who transmitted the Maiden's Heart Sutra to me, searched for my grandmaster ten years ago, also without success. Mei'er, unable to comprehend this Heavenly Dao, secretly learned martial arts everywhere, hoping to find another path. I've associated with young disciples of prestigious sects, learning many internal energy cultivation methods from them, and have also encountered some masters. However, compared to my master, they are but fireflies before the moon. My master's martial arts are unfathomable; Mei'er is not flattering, but has made a comparison.”

Zhang Jinhou's expression turned serious. "You haven't seen a true master yet. My master's nine-style sword technique, developed through countless battles, was actually quite fortunate. The path of martial arts is endless; the more I improve, the more I realize how limited my knowledge is. Therefore, when you travel the martial world, you must never underestimate your opponents. The martial world is full of extraordinary people and events. For example, Mei'er's seductive arts cannot be solved with martial arts alone. Who among you can resist her allure?"

Mei'er giggled, "Master, you flatter me too much. In Master's presence, isn't Mei'er always obedient?"

Zhang Jinhou raised his hand and pinched Mei'er's soft skin. After touching her cheek, he grasped her large, round breasts and gently kneaded them, saying, "Enough of the small talk, Xiao Yun, tell me what's going on outside."

The eldest of the male disciples, Yunlong, said, "Those seven thieves planned to raid the mansion tonight."

Zhang Jinghou asked, "What about the person with the sword?"

Yunlong replied, "Xiao Fu, Xiao Hai, and I only saw that person climb over the wall. By the time we reached the outside of the mansion, that person had already blended into the crowd on the street; we couldn't even tell if it was a man or a woman."

Zhang Jinghou nodded, saying, "This person moves freely; their lightness skill is quite impressive. Even martial arts masters can conceal their tracks." "Your methods are unreliable; you lack practical experience, so it's inevitable that you'll lose track of them. This matter is not simple; no one in the martial world should know who I am, Zhang Jinghou." Turning to Mei'er, he said, "The massacre of the Tang family happened ten years ago. You're very familiar with the affairs

of the martial world; what have you heard?" Mei'er said, "That was a major event that shook the martial world. The Tang family of Yangzhou was not only a local tycoon but also a martial arts family; everyone practiced martial arts, even the maids knew a few moves. I heard that when it happened, the people near the Tang residence were completely unaware; suddenly, a fire broke out in the Tang residence, and multiple fires started simultaneously, leaving no time to extinguish them." The fire was extinguished. After the fire was put out, the remains of more than a hundred people from the entire mansion were found in the council hall in the front courtyard. This was where the fire first started and was most intense, so the remains were all charred beyond recognition. Influential sects and gangs in the Jiangnan martial arts world, along with local wealthy individuals, offered a reward of five thousand taels of silver to anyone with information, but they found no useful clues, making it a mystery in the martial arts world. "

Now we have a clue," Zhang Jinhou said. "The Pine Pattern Ancient Sword has been found, and soon the Tang family's murder case will be solved."

Zhang Jinhou turned to a female disciple sitting at his feet.

The female disciple was in her early twenties, tall and slender, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and wide hips. Her muscles were firm and well-proportioned, and her fat was plump and evenly distributed. She had a square face, large eyes, thick eyebrows, a high and straight nose, and thick, long lips. Her expression was calm and reserved, but her eyes were bright and piercing. She was a voluptuous beauty with a heroic and spirited air. Her breasts, high and firm, were the fullest among Yu'er and Mei'er, so soft they sagged slightly, trembling with the slightest movement of her body. Her nipples, a pale pink, resembled red grapes among flowers within the light pink areolas, their alluring beauty enhanced by the constant swaying of her breasts.

Her name was Qin'er. Besides martial arts, she also studied medicine under Zhang Jinghou, visiting renowned doctors every year. Of all his disciples, only Yu'er and Yunlong had accompanied Zhang Jinghou on his travels, and she also practiced medicine in Runan County, making her a close confidante of Zhang Jinghou.

Qin'er reported, "These seven people, plus Tang Jie's apprentice, make ten. They arrived yesterday and are staying at the Laifu Inn in the east of the city, having prepaid for ten days' accommodation. After leaving Yuyuan, they went directly out of the city. I've already ordered people to keep a close watch on them, and they'll notify me as soon as there's any news."

“Hmm,” Zhang Jinhou nodded and said, “I originally didn’t intend to associate with people in the martial arts world. There’s a saying, ‘Once you’re in the martial arts world, you’re not in control of your own destiny,’ which makes sense. I’ve always been cautious, but I still can’t escape the quagmire of the martial arts world. I think the Tang Clan massacre is just the first link in a chain. There must be a powerful force involved, engaging in shady dealings, and perhaps it’s not just targeting me. If that’s the case, we’re at a disadvantage. We have no idea about the strength of our opponents, how much they know about us, or what their purpose is.”

Feng’er asked curiously, “This sounds like a frame-up to me. Why does Master say it sounds like a big conspiracy?”

Jiao’er laughed and said, “Does the more you spank someone, the dumber they become? It was originally an unsolved case, but the discovery of stolen goods has revealed our whereabouts. What fool would do something like that?”

Feng’er said, “You’re quite clever. Now… ” "Has someone framed us?"

Jiao'er laughed. "So there's a conspiracy."

Feng'er snorted and said, "I can't think of any conspiracy that would require digging up a dead case. Tell me, is it really necessary?" Mei'er laughed.

"That's why it's a big conspiracy! If you could guess it, what kind of conspiracy is it?" Feng'er

grinned and said, "Sister Mei'er is as beautiful as an angel, and she's really clever. Is she a fox spirit? Little Jiao'er, you should become Sister Mei'er's apprentice and learn how to make your little breasts grow bigger so that Master will like them."

Jiao'er jumped up and punched Feng'er's back, scolding, "Why don't you become her apprentice? Where have your breasts gotten bigger!" The two of them made a fuss, their eyes involuntarily looking at Yu'er and Mei'er's ample breasts, which were being freely rubbed and kneaded by Zhang Jinghou, their envy overflowing.

Mei'er giggled, "I really have a secret method to make your little breasts as big as mine, as long as you don't find it cumbersome. You have no idea how hard I work. Back in the martial world, I had to bind my chest tightly with strips of cloth as soon as I got up. Men outside admired breasts like Mei'er's, which could be held in one hand, and thought big breasts were vulgar. But in bed, they realized the wonder of big breasts. Isn't that right, Yu'er?"

Yu'er glanced at her and said, "I've never bound my chest." She looked at Zhang Jinhou affectionately, her face flushed.

Zhang Jinhou chuckled, "Mei'er and Feng'er are better as they are. Small has its own charm. If they were all that big, wouldn't we be called the Big Breasts Sect? Alright, enough of this idle talk. From now on, everyone must be on high alert, each fulfilling their responsibilities and not slacking off like before. After tonight, I'll take you to explore the martial world."

The disciples cheered in unison, their excitement overflowing.

Zhang Jinhou waved his hand, and the disciples bowed and left.

Zhang Jinhou, with Yu'er and Mei'er in his arms, stood up and walked to the center of the hall. He lightly tapped a jade slab with his toes. The slab sank under the weight, followed by a rumbling sound, and a perfectly round jade platform slowly rose from the ground—a large bed.

The jade platform was crystal clear, white, and cool to the touch. Mei'er giggled, "I've lived here for five years and enjoyed the company of over a thousand men you've sent. How come I never noticed this was a bed? I should have realized it sooner! Such a sacred place should have a bed. Otherwise, when Master enjoys the company of his junior sisters, is it on this floor? This floorboards must hurt my back!"

Zhang Jinhou laughed, "You know, this hall was just built, and you came right away, so I haven't used it yet!"

“I have long understood Master’s affection for Mei’er, but I have always stubbornly resisted, making Master angry!”

Zhang Jinhou said, “I don’t blame you. After all, I used force. Is it because of the rules of your Maiden Sect that you are not allowed to take another master?”

Mei’er smiled and said, “Master Yanxin and I are like mother and daughter. The Maiden Sect only believes in acting according to one’s nature and does not have so many rules and regulations. Mei’er is just quite unconvinced. No man has ever seen Mei’er without lust, let alone after taking off Mei’er’s clothes. So I’ve been competing with Master. It’s funny to think about.”

Zhang Jinhou laughed and sat down on the edge of the jade bed, taking Yu’er and Mei’er’s hands and making them stand side by side in front of him.

The two women had the same tall and firm figures, the same large and round breasts, the same firm and round legs, the same slender and smooth waists, and the same firm and round buttocks. However, Yu'er's ever-present high neck, reserved expression, and sparkling eyes contrasted sharply with Mei'er's languid posture, alluring smile, and lively gaze.

Zhang Jinhou carefully caressed their delicate, smooth bodies and sighed, "Whoever possesses either of you would not have lived in vain. But I possess both of you, yet I cannot enjoy them in peace. There is no greater dissatisfaction in life than this."

Mei'er giggled, "Master can have any beauty he desires. Who can stop him from enjoying her? Besides, who can stop us? No matter where we are or what the circumstances, Mei'er can serve Master happily and comfortably."

Zhang Jinhou laughed, "This little girl doesn't know the wickedness of people's hearts. She doesn't understand why conspiracies are so frightening—because you don't know who, when, or how they're going to deal with you. Tang Jie and the others, although famous in the Jiangnan martial arts world, are actually incompetent. They only get ahead in the martial arts world because of their ancestors' influence, their wealth, and the local government. Without that support, they wouldn't dare cause trouble in Henan. Wang Yi, although having some influence in the Henan martial arts world, is cowardly and always a peacemaker. Besides, he should know my relationship with the Prefect of Ruyang. With people like them..." "They must dare to mess with me, so they must have powerful backers."

Mei'er said, "People in the martial arts world have never taken the government seriously."

Zhang Jinhou said, "You only know one side of the story. The reason why people in the martial arts world don't care about the government is because they have countless connections with it. However, there are some mysterious factions in the martial arts world that, although they have no connection with the government, are no less powerful than it. They are secretive, ruthless, and meticulously plan their actions. They won't act lightly without certainty. That's what I'm worried about."

Mei'er was taken aback and said, "Master, are you talking about the Demonic Sect?"

Zhang Jinhou nodded and said, "That's right. Speaking of which, your Maiden Sect is also a branch of the Demonic Sect. It's just that Tianshui Yanni couldn't stand the Demonic Sect's brutal methods and left." "A new sect? Am I right?"

Mei'er laughed, "Master is truly omniscient. This matter is a secret between the Maiden Sect and the Demonic Sect. Since Master is not a member of the Demonic Sect, how do you know so much about it?"

Zhang Jinhou laughed, "There are no absolute secrets in the world. The Demonic Sect's rule is not to associate with outsiders, but to achieve the goal of unifying the world, how can one not associate with outsiders? Recruiting disciples is a necessary step. Even with strict precautions, it is still impossible to guarantee that no spies will infiltrate. I have a book called 'A Study of the Heavenly Demons Through the Ages,' which should have been written by an elder of the Demonic Sect, detailing the events of the Demonic Sect."

Mei'er said, "If that's the case, why is Master still so wary of the Demonic Sect?"

Zhang Jinhou sighed, "If you knew the martial arts methods of the Demonic Sect, you would have to be as wary as I am. The Demonic Sect has existed for..." For centuries, extraordinary talents have emerged in every era, and martial arts manuals are as vast as the ocean, with countless miraculous skills and techniques appearing endlessly. However, because they were incompatible with the laws and governance of the courts, they were feared by successive dynasties and forced to go into hiding. Five years ago, when I had just mastered my martial arts, I originally planned to roam the martial world freely using my skills. Who would have thought that I would unexpectedly obtain this book, only to realize that there are always people more powerful than oneself, and that there are always higher levels to reach? I had no choice but to live in seclusion here, seeking the path of the divine. Your ancestor, the Heavenly Maiden of Tianshui, has pointed us in the right direction. Therefore, when I learned that you were a descendant of the Heavenly Maiden, I immediately abducted you here. Just as you want to comprehend the Dao through martial arts, I also want to explore the secrets of the Heavenly Maiden's enlightenment through your seductive arts. However, I have always been puzzled by the vague and unclear explanation given in the *Examination of the Heavenly Demon Through the Ages* regarding the Heavenly Maiden's enlightenment through the arts of Yin and Yang. Did your master ever speak of the events surrounding the Heavenly Maiden's enlightenment?

"This is a great secret of the Maiden Sect. According to Master Yanxin, after hearing from Grandmaster Meihui, Grandmaster Tianshui had breakfast one day—and I must say, breakfast doesn't refer to eating; in our sect, we refer to matters between men and women as 'meal'—the Grandmaster began meditating. After about an hour, his face shone with a radiant glow, and his body seemed to be enveloped in a strange aura. Grandmaster Meihui was stunned, intuitively feeling that the Grandmaster was like a deity descending to earth. Grandmaster Tianshui smiled slightly and said, 'I understand.' You must know that the Grandmaster was a peerless beauty whose seductive arts reigned supreme in the martial world; even women couldn't escape the allure of her smile. But Grandmaster Meihui only felt that the Grandmaster's smile was incomparably holy, without a trace of worldly desire. Afterward, all the strange phenomena suddenly disappeared, and the Grandmaster continued meditating, sitting for three days and three nights. When Grandmaster Meihui came to check on him early on the third day, she found that the Grandmaster had vanished without a trace, leaving no explanation. Since then, no one in the martial world has seen the Grandmaster again."

"So, the story of Tianshui Yanni attaining enlightenment was told to the Demonic Sect by Mei Hui?"

"It shouldn't be. Grandmaster Mei Hui has no connection with the Demonic Sect, and she only told this secret to Master Yanxin." "

That's a bit strange, but let's not talk about that. Your Maiden Sect's breakfast preferences are the same as mine. I just didn't know your sect had this habit, and it's been unfair to you all these years. Springtime is short, and time flies by, wasting your precious youth, but it hasn't hindered your cultivation of seductive arts, has it?"

Mei'er smiled and said, "Master, what are you saying? For the past five years, Master has had someone send a young man every night without fail. Mei'er doesn't need to use that Maiden Heart Technique to seduce men, and can concentrate on her cultivation, which is far better than dealing with those so-called prestigious families in the martial world." "My dear disciple, and I will never forget the kindness of my master in imparting swordsmanship to me."

Zhang Jinghou laughed heartily, "You don't know, in this small city of Runan, you've used up all the good virgins, so I had to find some newlyweds to replace them. Although they were all drugged when they came, they couldn't be completely intoxicated, and they couldn't resist your seductive charms. After returning home, they still remembered some fragments, and even thought it was a goddess's lovemaking, a secret affair. Among them, the son of the wealthy Li family in the south of the city even built a painted sculpture temple of the goddess in the suburbs, and stayed there every day." , waiting for you to come again, even the newlywed bride will be ignored, and just a few days ago, she went home frustrated. "

Mei'er covered her mouth and giggled, her flower branches trembling wildly, her delicate breasts trembling non-stop, and she said, "If this happens, I really want to see what he will make me look like!

Zhang Jinhou smiled and said: "How could he remember your appearance? Those craftsmen have never seen a beauty like you. The statues they made are far inferior to you, so it's okay not to look at them." "

Yu'er said: "I'm afraid it's just a flaw. It has never stopped in the past five years. How many men have had the same dream. Of course ordinary people won't see anything, but it's different for those who are interested.

Zhang Jinhou muttered: "Yu'er is right." The mule cart that picks up and drops off people every time has not been changed for so many years, and has never changed its route, which can easily arouse suspicion. Yu'er, go ask Xiaoyun to check Niujia Village to see if any strangers have been here recently. "

Yu'er narrowed her slender eyes, and her thick eyelashes shone like stars. She nodded and said, "Yes, Master. " He rolled his eyes and glanced at Mei'er.

Zhang Jinhou chuckled, "Go quickly and come back soon. Mei'er and I will wait for you to return to Yuyuan together."

Yu'er hummed in agreement and walked towards the door, her full, round buttocks rising and falling, incredibly alluring.

Zhang Jinhou pulled Mei'er's slender waist, making her sit sideways on his lap. His hands naturally grasped her breasts, kneading her large, firm breasts, and he laughed, "Tell me, how should I please you to satisfy you, you little vixen?"

Mei'er giggled, "Although I haven't tried Master's skills, I can guess. Just look at your female disciples. The way they look at Master is so intense it's like honey dripping from their eyes; it's not just simple respect. Besides, Master is rubbing and kneading, kneading Mei'er and Yu'er's breasts in every way, making us both shy and embarrassed, while they are all so envious, wishing they could have them instead. If Master didn't usually satisfy them, how could this happen? Mei'er is just about to experience Master's methods!"

"Hehe, how can my half-baked skills compare to the profound knowledge of your century-old establishment? Your seductive arts have reached the level of bewitching beauty. I think among all the disciples, apart from Yu'er, no one can resist your alluring gaze. I can barely resist, but whether I can control myself when we are intimate, I really dare not say."

"Master is too modest. Although Mei'er has seen countless people, I have never seen anyone with more self-control than Master. Yu'er is already the most determined person I have ever seen, but Mei'er can easily make her emotions fluctuate and her true energy tremble if Mei'er strikes a pose or teases her. I'm not exaggerating, I can absorb her true energy at will within a foot of Mei'er's body. But Master, your true energy is as deep as the ocean. Even if Mei'er tries her best, she cannot shake Master in the slightest. Mei'er is completely convinced." "

Oh, I didn't expect your seductive arts to be so advanced. No wonder when I play with your big breasts that feel so good to squeeze, I always feel a suction force that pulls my hand away."

"What? Mei'er didn't! You're the one who keeps grabbing and kneading, making me feel so itchy and numb, I'm practically turning into dough."

"Haha, who told you to have such a pair of irresistibly beautiful breasts? I can't help but want to knead them whenever I see them. I wish I could never let go, and just let them stay in my hands forever."

"Isn't Mei'er beautiful and charming in other places?"

"Of course you're beautiful, more beautiful than anything else, absolutely perfect. But only your breasts can truly embody a woman's full grace and gentleness."

"Mmm..." Mei'er immediately reacted violently, her breathing quickened, her body twisted, her eyes were languid, and soon her whole body was flushed, her desire was high, and her juices flowed freely.

Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, Zhang Jinhou laughed, "How was my method?"

"Hmm..." Mei'er said with difficulty, "Even the most virtuous saintess under Master's demonic influence would likely become a wanton harlot. Let alone Mei'er! Spare Mei'er, I feel so uncomfortable right now, it's like my lower body could suck in an elephant."

"Haha," Zhang Jinhou laughed loudly, "The elephant is coming!"

"No," Mei'er said, "Master's divine weapon is probably even more powerful than an elephant, Mei'er can't handle it." "

Hehe, a disciple of the Maiden Sect would be afraid of that? Divine weapon, how did you even come up with that word? Don't be afraid, this time I didn't use any supernatural powers, we'll have a fair contest and see who can subdue whom."

“Master’s skill is already beyond Mei’er’s reach. Mei’er will let Master do as he pleases.”

Zhang Jinhou took off his clothes, placed Mei’er’s legs on his shoulders, leaned over her, and kneaded and played with her still high and firm breasts with both hands. Relying only on the slightest sensation in his head, he searched for a way through the flower garden, but suddenly felt a suction force pulling at his jade stem. Zhang Jinhou was overjoyed. As expected of a disciple of the Maiden Sect, she really had some skills. So he thrust his hard “divine weapon” in, and with a “plop,” it went straight into Mei’er’s secret paradise, disappearing to the very root.

Mei’er let out a soft moan, her eyes slightly closed, her small mouth slightly open, her expression one of utter intoxication.

Zhang Jinhou, however, was not at ease at all. That secret paradise seemed to have an endless suction force, as if it wanted to suck out all the essence from his jade stem, and it tightly gripped his jade stem, causing it to become extremely engorged and swollen, but it was also incredibly stimulating. Usually, only when a woman is nervous on her first night will this happen. Mei'er was naturally not a virgin; this was a spontaneous reaction caused by her unique secret technique. Before Zhang Jinhou even made a move, Mei'er had already slightly twisted her hips, causing her private parts to tighten and loosen, tightening when the jade stem was withdrawn and loosening when it was withdrawn, without the slightest deviation.

Zhang Jinhou took a deep breath, circulating his true energy, and his incomparably powerful primordial yang energy poured into Mei'er's body from his jade stem, causing fluctuations in Mei'er's yin energy. This was truly a risky gamble; if Mei'er depleted his yang energy, it would cause him to die from yang deficiency, a gruesome death. However, based on his powerful willpower, Zhang Jinhou had no worries. He focused all his efforts on guiding the primordial yang energy to circulate rhythmically within Mei'er's body, fully stimulating her yin energy.

Sure enough, the primordial yin energy within Mei'er's body gradually accumulated, intertwining and merging with Zhang Jinhou's true energy.

Zhang Jinhou thrust forcefully, intensely arousing Mei'er's desire, allowing her to release her primordial yin energy as much as possible. He whispered in her ear, "Don't suppress it, everything will happen naturally. I will give you great benefits."

"Mmm..." Mei'er responded with her eyes closed.

Zhang Jinhou immediately guided the merging yin and yang primordial energy, flowing along Mei'er's meridians. Wherever it passed, it seemed to cleanse and transform her constitution, making her body weak and ethereal. This was absolutely different from the feeling of sexual climax; it was a unique sensation, but no less pleasurable than sexual desire.

Zhang Jinhou released his hands from her breasts, holding Mei'er tightly, and lowered his head to suckle her delicate tongue. Under his guidance, the primordial yin and yang energy returned to his body through his penis, circulating through the eight extraordinary meridians, and then passed through Mei'er's tongue again, repeating the cycle. The primordial energy cleansed her veins again and again, stimulating the vitality of every cell in her body, astonishingly transforming her body.

This was the supreme sexual cultivation technique that Zhang Jinhou had comprehended, vastly different from the ancient Yin-Yang harmony principle, yet it inherited its essence. The key to this technique was that the man and woman needed to be of one mind and cooperate fully. The man needed extremely strong willpower, while the woman needed to be completely open, letting her desires flow naturally. The difficulty of this was unimaginable.

Mei'er hadn't completely overcome her hostility, but she had a secret method that prevented her from having her Yin essence stolen. Therefore, she yielded to Zhang Jinhou, letting go of her inhibitions and enjoying her desires. Unexpectedly, her Yin essence was incredibly abundant, comparable to Zhang Jinhou's Yang essence. After merging with Zhang Jinhou's Yang essence, the primordial energy covered their entire bodies, circulating continuously. Both of them benefited immensely from this.

After circulating for twenty-seven cycles, both were somewhat exhausted. Zhang Jinhou then guided his Yang essence and the resulting vital energy back to his Dantian, and he and Mei'er lay down side by side on the jade bed.

Mei'er gathered all her vital energy and silently circulated her profound inner power. She discovered astonishing changes in her body and was deeply moved. Only then did she completely abandon her hostility and say, "Master's kindness is truly immeasurable."

"Not at all," Zhang Jinhou laughed, "I have also benefited greatly. I never imagined your Yin energy was so abundant, ten times stronger than Yu'er's."

"Master's technique improves power more than ten times faster than the secret techniques of the Maiden Sect, and it even has the ability to regenerate the body. No wonder Master's power is so profound."

"Hehe, your Maiden Sect is, after all, a century-old establishment. How can my self-created technique compare? You are too modest."

"Master is the one who is too modest. However, Master's technique also has its shortcomings."

"Oh, where?"

"This is the most core secret technique of the Maiden Sect. I am now reporting it all to my master, asking him to use it to perfect the technique and create a great legacy. I am deeply honored. It is actually very simple. First, Yin-Yang Yuan is not the same as True Yuan. Yin-Yang Yuan is the foundation of human survival and reproduction, while True Yuan is generated by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth. The two can be transformed, but the way of transformation is incomprehensible. This is why everyone in the Maiden Sect has a very poor foundation in martial arts and internal strength. Second, Yin-Yang Yuan also does not escape the way of Yin and Yang. There is Yang within Yin and Yin within Yang. As the saying goes, 'Isolated Yin cannot produce, and solitary Yang cannot grow.' The Maiden Sect members absorb and transform the Yang Yuan of men into Yin Yuan. Therefore, my Yin Yuan is very abundant, and I can absorb it from a distance without even getting close, through the mutual attraction of Yin and Yang. This is the essence of the Maiden Sect's mental cultivation method."

"So that's how it is!" Zhang Jinhou laughed. "Indeed, it's the invincible Maiden's Heart Sutra."

Mei'er then carefully explained the method of sensing the primordial Yin and Yang within the Yin and Yang essence. After listening, Zhang Jinhou laughed loudly, "Heaven is helping me! My Primordial Qi Cultivation can be completed!"

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