【The Demon King】Episode 1 Author: Laughter of a Coffin?

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Chapter 1: Entering

the World. In the misty, rainy July, the Jiangnan region was in the midst of the plum rain season. A light drizzle could fall at
any moment, while a torrential downpour could startle passersby.

The South is always damp and rainy, especially during the rainy season when it is particularly prone to flooding. Large raindrops can nourish the earth, but
sometimes they can ruin a day's livelihood. Rain can nourish all things, but it also brings an unpleasant dampness. Especially
when the sun is high in the sky and rain suddenly falls, it is always an unavoidable nuisance for people.

The Jiangnan region is always shrouded in a light mist, especially in areas near water. On the shores of West Lake, a gentle drizzle
ceaselessly nourishes all things. Willows droop gracefully along the banks, mist swirls over the lake, and distant mountains appear and disappear, creating
a scene reminiscent of a fairyland. If it weren't for the chill that clashes with summer and the uncomfortable humidity, who wouldn't be captivated by this picturesque
landscape ?

Paths, low pavilions, and swaying willows; the drizzle and gentle breeze ripple the water—everything is utterly delightful. Beside a lakeside path, a red-roofed, white-
pillared pavilion, nourished by the rain and nestled amidst the West Lake landscape, exudes a captivating charm! Perhaps it is the beauty of nature that creates this
beautiful scene, or perhaps it is the poetic and picturesque atmosphere that imbues it with its essence—a masterpiece of nature, where everything complements each other, creating a picture of
noble elegance, yet also full of delightful charm!

The ancient pavilion, its base covered in green glazed tiles, appears exceptionally verdant under the fine mist.
Dewdrops glisten on the brightly colored stone pillars, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene. Numerous poems seem to be inscribed on the pillars, yet
none truly captures the ethereal beauty of this place. The poems fall short, leaving a sense of regret.

Outside, a light drizzle falls on West Lake, creating ripples that spread across the surface, adding to
the harmonious blend of mountains and water. Inside, on a stone table, a pot of fragrant wine and a plate of seasonal fruit
create charming atmosphere. The wine pot is a fine cloisonné gold teapot, and the cups are exquisitely carved ivory cups, exuding luxury
yet remaining elegant and refined amidst the surrounding scenery.

Sitting with his back to West Lake, an elderly man in brocade robes smiled broadly, a blush of excitement tinged with
his He looked at the fair-skinned young man before him and said with a hint of excitement, "Young Master, I didn't expect you
to return so quickly."

A young man in a white silk robe and a purple-trimmed gown was quietly sipping his drink, savoring the
long- aroma. Seeing the old man's eyes welling with tears, he quickly waved his hand and smiled, saying, "Uncle Dong, I
'm back now, why are you so excited?"

"Young Master, you...you..."

The old man, addressed as Uncle Dong, felt a lump in his throat, and two streams of tears flowed uncontrollably.
Despite the wrinkles on his face, the blush on his cheeks spoke of his joy.

"Uncle Dong, don't cry, take care of yourself!"

the young man said, stepping forward and gently patting the old man's back. As he watched the elderly man, now in his seventies,
shed tears , a flicker of sadness crossed his eyes, and he sighed silently.

This world, perhaps this absurd world, was beyond his comprehension. It not only overturned all his thoughts
but also left him bewildered and unsure how to adapt.

The young man's name was Yang Cun, courtesy name Wenjing, a name utterly unfamiliar to him. Perhaps
significant to others, it was merely a nickname he couldn't understand.

The old man wept, tears of emotion mixed with joy. Yang Cun gently comforted him, his thoughts drifting far away.

In those days, he had computers, cell phones, and inexplicable high technology. His
knowledge of history consisted mainly of those maddeningly bad dramas on television. His view of the ancients was simple: idiots
, mentally challenged fools prone to suicide, yet their incomprehensible survival methods sometimes
brought laughable and pathetic.

Yang Cun remembered that his name in his previous life was also Yang Cun, but he had no idea where he came from. From
the day he could remember, he had never had a concept of a home. The small mountain village where he lived was destroyed
in . Even though everyone talked about being descendants of the Yang family generals, all the simple villagers were buried
under the rocks and mud.

At that time, few people survived. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse that he survived. All he knew were
memories of the orphanage, and he didn't have many memories of his relatives. The special environment made him mature early, even erasing any trace
of his childhood . As an adult, he had to perform hard at every event to win the hope of being adopted. It was a
pathetic show, a shameful inferiority complex deep in his soul.

How he came to be... he forgot, it seemed he really forgot everything. He dropped out of junior high and wandered the streets,
doing all sorts of despicable things to make a living. Those years living alone were filled with hunger,
contemptuous glances, and deep depression—a truly dark period. His last memory
seemed to be of finally buying a house, having his own home, and having a sweet dream on his new bed, when
he inexplicably found himself in this dynasty.

Yang Cun was still deeply troubled; sometimes things just couldn't be explained by normal logic. Like
Xiao Zhao in *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, there was a perpetually perplexing question: how did that girl change
her underwear ? Who the hell knew the answer!

"Young Master, you're back! The Yang family finally has a successor..."

Uncle Dong continued to cry, tears streaming down his face, his flushed cheeks showing his intense emotion. He
muttered incoherently, his words becoming increasingly rambling.

"I'm back..."

Yang Cun comforted him while forcing a bitter smile. Thinking about this completely unfamiliar world, his mind
ached, because this dynasty didn't exist in any historical records.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, even the prefecture-county era—everything was almost
identical . Daji, the infamous fox spirit, did exist in history. The Qin dynasty's conquest of the six states during the Warring States period was exactly the same, even
the demise of Qin Er Shi was identical. Even the famous story of Li Si and Zhao Gao pointing at a deer and calling it a horse did exist, but everything started from the Qin dynasty...
Then things changed. This era was a turning point; the wheels of history began to turn in different directions.

The battle between Liu Bang and Xiang Yu did not end with Xiang Yu's suicide at the Wujiang River, nor did the once-powerful Han Dynasty
emerge . The biggest difference was that Fan Zeng was not suspected by Xiang Yu. This "advisor" remained diligent and conscientious,
assisting Xiang Yu in defeating Liu Bang despite his advanced age, ultimately leading to Xiang Yu's ascension to the throne and the creation of a century of prosperity for Western Chu. The most significant difference was the appearance of Yu Ji, a
woman of unparalleled beauty. Her appearance completely altered the trajectory of history, making everything in this world entirely different from what Yang Cun
had perceived .

For a century, Western Chu was ruled by tyrannical rulers, followed by widespread warfare. Under the oppression of various forms of tyranny, refugees from all directions rose in rebellion,
resulting in numerous changes of dynasty and countless dynastic tragedies.

After repeated dynastic changes, a century ago, an emperor surnamed Zhao founded the Great Hua Dynasty, quelling internal and external
rebellions and bringing a century of stability to the dynasty. The Zhao family emperors—passing the throne generation after generation—though some seized power by killing their own brothers,
all were diligent and conscientious rulers. The Great Hua Dynasty remained incredibly powerful, a celestial empire to which all barbarian tribes paid tribute.

"Uncle Dong, please don't get so excited."

Yang Cun, his mind reeling, quickly comforted the sobbing old man before him.

"Young Master, you're back! If the old general knew this in the afterlife, he could rest in peace."

Wang Dong, unable to contain his excitement, gripped Yang Cun's arm tightly with his wrinkled old hand. Looking at the tall,
handsome young man before him, his face flushed with excitement, yet he wept with joy.

The Yang family of Great Hua was arguably the foremost family of military generals for centuries. Although Yang Cun had only a superficial understanding of this world, he couldn't ignore his lineage
.

A hundred years ago, when the ancestral emperor campaigned in the south and north, the most valiant force under his command was the invincible Yang family army, said to be
descendants of the Yang family generals of the Song Dynasty, though this was impossible to verify. During the bloody battles that marked the beginning of the dynasty, the Yang family's contributions were
countless. A family with a history spanning centuries, boasting one king and three dukes, few military families could rival them.

The Yang family ancestor, Yang Dingkun, fought for over
twenty

years, his army invincible, slaying countless enemies. He was later granted the title of Prince of Zhen, becoming the first non-royal prince of the Great Hua, his fame known even to three-year-old children. In the following century, countless members of the Yang family, from the legitimate branch to illegitimate sons and those skilled in martial arts, produced outstanding individuals, including three dukes
. The last of these was Yang Cun's father, Yang Mingcheng, who died in battle and was posthumously honored as Duke of Jing.

"Young Master, my humble abode is in the county town."

Wang Dong was sobbing uncontrollably. Seeing that it was getting late, he quickly grabbed Yang Cun's hand and said excitedly, "Please, just bear with it
tonight and rest at my place for the night!"

"Uncle Dong, look at what you're saying. We're all family, what's there to argue about?"

Yang Cun couldn't bear his tears and quickly nodded in agreement.

"Alright, alright, Young Master..."

Wang Dong cried uncontrollably and immediately pulled Yang Cun's hand into the carriage, heading towards the county town under the cover of night.

Sitting in the carriage, looking at the twinkling stars outside, the bumpy ride didn't disturb Yang Cun's troubled thoughts.
This world, this ancient world, still felt somewhat unfamiliar even now. When he first arrived in this world,
he was just an eight-year-old boy, weak and sickly, seemingly on the verge of death.

My impression is that it was in a Taoist temple deep in the mountains, with no mountain paths leading out. It was surrounded by dense forests,
and there wasn't a trace of human habitation. My only companions were a large black dog guarding the gate and an old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face.
My life consisted of chanting scriptures, meditating, and drinking incredibly bitter medicinal drinks. Although I didn't have to do any hard labor,
the daily life was so monotonous that it almost drove me mad.

Aside from knowing my name was "I Don't Know," the old Taoist priest hardly spoke to me, only supervising my
daily medicine and prayers. Those days were worse than being in prison.

The carriage slowly entered the small county town of Shihe. The lights were just coming on, and the town was bustling with activity, the streets filled with
people out enjoying the night. The hawkers shouting their wares, the street performers—it was a small place, but
it had everything . This made Yang Cun, who had been cultivating in the deep mountains for ten years, stare wide-eyed at every living person around him
. This was far more interesting than visiting a zoo.

The carriage bypassed the bustling area and entered a relatively quiet alley in the city. The wheels slowly came to a stop, and an ordinary little
house appeared before them. A large red-lacquered gate, double-columned pillars, red walls and green tiles—while not the extravagance of a wealthy family, it
had its own unique charm, showing that the Wang family was quite well-off.

Before the carriage even entered, a group of servants and maids crowded around the entrance, warmly welcoming the two into the mansion.

The inner courtyard was where the women lived, and the east wing was the main house. At Wang Dong's insistence, Yang Cun was assigned to live there
. Yang Mingcheng was considered a direct descendant of the Yang family; although not the eldest son, he wielded considerable influence within the clan. Wang Dong
was a servant in the Yang family in his early years. Later, he was favored by Master Yang and studied literature and martial arts with Yang Mingcheng from a young age. As he grew older, he went from
being a young Wang to an old Wang, loyally serving the Yang family for over forty years. Although they didn't share the same surname, they
were no different from family.

After a hearty meal and a comfortable bath, Yang Cun finally had
time . Wang Dong's feelings for Yang Cun were almost like those of a master and a son. Even though he was sleepy, he wanted
to talk to Yang Cun all night long. This enthusiasm made Yang Cun a little scared, so he quickly made an excuse that he was not feeling well, and that was how he managed to send Wang Dong
away.

The Yang family was known for its loyalty and valor, with three members holding high positions. Even a hundred years later, no other family could surpass their prestige. With such a distinguished
family background, Yang Cun was puzzled as to why he was being fostered in the deep mountains and forests. After several inquiries, the old Taoist priest
reluctantly revealed the reason. By this generation, the Yang family had dwindled in number. Of Yang Mingcheng's four brothers, two died young
, one died in battle, and the only surviving uncle, Yang Mingyu, was plagued by illness and injuries from countless battles. His two sons died young, leaving him
with only a young daughter, essentially without an heir.

Yang Mingcheng fared no better. Although he died in battle and was posthumously granted the title of Duke, he died young,
and his wife, Yang Yaoshi, committed suicide out of grief. She was posthumously granted the title of Second-Rank Lady, leaving him with even fewer descendants. Despite having several wives and concubines, the fate of the youngest sons
in the Yang family seemed particularly tragic. Yang Cun had two older sisters and one older brother, but all died shortly after birth.
Two years before Yang Mingcheng and his wife passed away, Yang Cun, their only heir, was born. Although he was nominally the eldest son
, he was actually the fourth son, born with a silver spoon in his mouth and inheriting Yang Mingcheng's title of Duke of Jing.

As for the other descendants of the Yang family, they were sent to the deep mountains and forests from a young age. It was only through the occasional mutterings of an old Taoist priest that Yang Cun learned
that he himself had been sickly since childhood, almost always on the verge of death. Having lost several children in succession
, the Yang family couple and their patriarch could no longer bear the shock and immediately sought medical help everywhere, but ultimately
found no cure.

Coincidentally, an old Taoist priest, a close friend of the patriarch, was traveling in the capital when he encountered
Yang Mingcheng, who was also searching for a renowned doctor. Although the old priest was unrestrained and unconventional, he was highly skilled in medicine and a specialist in treating difficult and
complex diseases . Under these circumstances, Old Master Yang immediately arranged for the six-month-old Yang Cun to become the disciple of the old Taoist priest . The old
priest, having no other choice, could only take the infant back to his old temple deep in the mountains, where he cared for him for eighteen years.

Thinking of the Taoist priest, Yang Cun felt a surge of anger! He wondered if the old man truly possessed such great
abilities , wandering around with a wine bottle hanging from his head. In those desolate, dense forests, teeming with dangerous beasts, the old man
dared to leave his young son in the care of a large dog, sometimes disappearing for ten days or half a month without a trace.
Now , thinking about it, the old priest really did seem like a fraud.

His mind a jumble of thoughts, Yang Cun suddenly felt sleepy. He seemed to faintly smell a fragrance, and his memories
, jumbled fragments, began to dissolve, drifting into a dream in the soft comfort of the quilt.

"Little one!"

The quiet room filled with the scent of incense. The door opened silently, and a
slightly
in the darkness. He stared intently at Yang Cun, who slept peacefully on the bed, and chuckled, "The world is about to descend into chaos, indeed a good opportunity to go down the mountain. However, I wonder if your extra soul and spirit, given this chaotic state of Yin and Yang, will
bring you any extraordinary encounters. It all depends on your fate."

The speaker was an elderly man with white hair and a long beard. His wrinkled face was full of kindness, but his old eyes held a quiet ,
authoritative light. His faded Taoist robe was covered with various patched pieces of cloth, and even his gray undershirt and shoes
were worn and tattered. Despite this, the old man merely smiled, giving off an unfathomable aura, an
indescribable transcendence.

"It's a pity you're destined to remain in this

mortal world." The old man sighed, turning back to say helplessly, "The eldest son of the Yang family is destined to be forever barred from the Great Dao. If
it weren't for my good karma with the Yang family, perhaps you wouldn't have come into this world. Since you are a prince, I won't force you. I only hope you
can revitalize the Yang family, so that Brother Yang can rest in peace in the afterlife."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gentle breeze blew by, and the old man was no longer in the room. Only the slowly rising incense
still lingered with its faint fragrance, as if nothing had happened.

In ancient times, people started their day early. Yang Cun was woken up just as dawn was breaking. Wang Dong had already
packed his luggage and travel expenses and was waiting anxiously at the gate. As soon as he saw Yang Cun coming over yawning after finishing breakfast, he quickly
came up to him and said with a pained expression, "Young Master, are you really going to travel alone?"

"Yes, is everything ready?"

Yang Cun yawned, looking like he hadn't woken up yet. His blue scholar's robe with red trim looked somewhat flamboyant, but
unfortunately, he was lazy and lacked energy, which made him look less than presentable.

“Young Master, please be careful on your journey. Although it is a peaceful world, there are still many scoundrels.”

Wang Dong said with a worried expression, earnestly advising, “It’s still several days’ journey to the capital! I’m really worried about you going alone
! How about I find a few guards to accompany you?”

“No need.”

Yang Cun waved his hand, took the reins of the big black horse, and after receiving the travel expenses prepared by Wang Dong, said with a smile
, “Alright, Uncle Dong, you should enjoy your retirement in peace. I feel bad for disturbing you so suddenly, so please don’t make things
so troublesome. I’m not the weak and sickly child I used to be; it’s good enough if I don’t rob others. Don’t worry.”

“Young Master, please be careful on your journey!”

Wang Dong’s old eyes filled with tears, and he couldn’t help but choke up.

Last night, he, who had already retired to his hometown, wanted to go back to the capital with Yang Cun when he saw his young master return, but
Yang Cun refused. This old steward, who had worked diligently for the Yang family for forty years, was finally ready to enjoy his retirement.

The tall, strong black horse was robust and, while fast, ran steadily. Such a tall horse was rare among
commoners; an expert could tell at a glance it was a military horse. After all, in the Great Hua, where warhorses were scarce, even such large
warhorses were a rare sight among the common people.

"That old bastard, what does he want me to do in Tianjin?"

Riding his horse along the wide official road, looking at the dark box in his hand, Yang Cun
muttered .
Chapter Two: The Two Branches of the Yang Family

Tianjin, an ancient city, has been a strategic location fought
over
by military strategists since ancient times, and a trading port connecting to Ryukyu and Korea. Being near the capital, it has always been a prosperous place. The city walls, several meters high, and the red-lacquered gates exuded unparalleled majesty. Peddlers and merchants, people coming and going, a bustling and lively scene.

The number of soldiers guarding the city gates was several times greater than usual, and the checks were exceptionally strict, causing the locals
to murmur amongst themselves, wondering what was going on.

The locals were also surprised to find that the guards were no longer the usual constables. Although they were still
dressed as constables, their weapons and unyielding demeanor clearly indicated they were the Tianjin
garrison, not the hardened, seasoned constables.

Having traveled for several days, enduring wind and rain, eating rations as hard as iron, and drinking
unboiled water, even Yang Cun, with his superior physique, was exhausted from the journey.

Upon reaching the city gates, he obediently dismounted and joined the crowd in waiting for the soldiers' inspection.

Although Yang Cun was somewhat shameless, he adhered to a low-key approach and saw no need
to waste time at this crucial juncture.

The checkpoint team moved forward slowly. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that the checks at the entrance to the city were relatively lax, but those leaving the city would be much more difficult.
The atmosphere was so tense it was almost frightening. It was unclear who these soldiers were looking for, but the younger or stronger the man, the
more rigorously they were questioned.

As they approached the city gate, the centurion spotted Yang Cun in the crowd. His eyes narrowed, and noticing the conspicuously
large black horse, he immediately strode over, sword in hand, and demanded sternly, "What are you doing here?"

"I am Yang Cun, here to visit a friend,"

Yang Cun replied politely, clasping his hands in greeting.

"Is this your horse?"

The centurion looked at the tall black horse with a hint of admiration, then at Yang Cun's somewhat thin frame.
A suspicion began to creep in. This tall, magnificent horse with its glossy coat and black mane was clearly a top-quality military steed, but the boy before him
didn't seem like a soldier. He looked travel-worn; wealthy families usually traveled by carriage
. It was rare to find someone like Yang Cun, without any attendants or luggage. It was hard not to be suspicious.

"Exactly."

Yang Cun felt a bit nauseous at his own flowery words.

"No need to check those entering the city, Commander Zhang, what are you doing?"

At this moment, a man who looked like a clerk patrolling around glanced at the situation and immediately
snorted in .

"Go in!"

Commander Zhang glanced at Yang Cun, then looked longingly at the tall and handsome black horse, waved his hand, and no longer made things difficult
.

Following the flow of people into the city, Yang Cun stretched comfortably, no longer feeling the discomfort of being squeezed in crowds. However,
he was shocked by what he saw. Good heavens, the line of people waiting to leave the city was incredibly long, seemingly numbering in the thousands. There were at least
two thousand soldiers responsible for checking people in the city, and not only were they on guard duty everywhere, but many were also constantly patrolling back and forth
. It seemed that something serious had happened, otherwise, given the authority of the Tianjin governor, he
would not have been able to .

Yang Cun found a decent-looking inn to stay in.
After , night had already fallen. Sitting on the rooftop of the hotel, sipping wine, he watched the people coming and going on the street,
all seemingly carrying fear on their faces. Looking at the soldiers moving about, the atmosphere was tense and menacing.

Yang Cun couldn't help but feel puzzled. Something seemed to have happened in Tianjin; it felt unsettling.

"Young master, your dish..."

At this moment, the waiter brought over a steaming bowl of steaming fish. Having received a generous tip from Yang Cun upon entering the restaurant, he
was beaming, treating the big black horse like royalty, running around
serving Yang Cun as if he were his own father. It seemed the allure of money was indeed incredibly powerful.

"Thank you for your trouble, young man."

Although Yang Cun disliked such glib talk, that was how people spoke these days; he couldn't help but get used to it.

"Please enjoy your meal. There's still an eight-treasure roast chicken that hasn't arrived yet. I'll urge them to bring it to you right away."

The waiter smiled very solicitously. In these days, anyone who came to an inn would casually give a tael of silver as a tip . Who
wouldn't like such a generous customer? You know, his monthly salary was only one and a half qian.

"I want to ask you something."

Yang Cun quickly stopped him and asked curiously, "I see constables and soldiers everywhere in this city, and
the checks when leaving the city are very strict. Has something happened?"

"You don't know?"

The waiter had just finished speaking when he immediately slapped his head and smiled apologetically, "Look at my brain! Young master, you've
just arrived in Tianjin. How would you know about this? It's like this, not long ago, the Imperial Preceptor Zhang Baocheng passed away. He
was from Tianjin, and the imperial court sent him back to his hometown for burial with a grand procession. But as soon as the Ministry of Rites' procession arrived in the city, something big happened
!"

"What big thing happened?"

Yang Cun's eyes narrowed.

"I don't know if it's accurate or not, those officials won't tell us."

The waiter looked cautiously around before leaning closer and whispering, "It's said that
on the first night the entourage stayed in our city, all sixty-odd officials from the Ministry of Rites, along with the Imperial Preceptor's disciples, were murdered. When they discovered it
the next day , the governor was so frightened he fainted. Not only was the Imperial Preceptor's body missing, but
many of the burial items were also gone. Even the Imperial Preceptor's favorite scriptures, some Taoist implements, and many things bestowed by the Emperor were gone
."

"No wonder they're so strict."

Yang Cun suddenly understood. It was no wonder the Tianjin governor was so nervous about such an incident in the local area; if
the court investigated, it would be a matter of life and death.

"Sir, please enjoy your meal. I'll go downstairs to serve the dishes."

After saying this, the waiter immediately went downstairs to work.

These matters were merely topics of conversation for them, common folk busy with their own livelihoods
, with no time to concern themselves with the lives or deaths of officials—these were far removed from their lives.

When the Imperial Preceptor Zhang Baocheng passed away, he was over 110 years old. Although he had only a handful of disciples, all Daoist
practitioners throughout the land held him in high esteem, with many even revering him as their patriarch. Zhang Baocheng had been famous throughout the land since the age of thirty
. In matters of the Dao, he was said to have reached a state of semi-divine prowess, and was bestowed the title of Imperial Preceptor. He had served three emperors in his lifetime, his position
so significant that even the reigning emperors addressed him as their patriarch, and many scholars and poets held him in high esteem. Furthermore, it is said that Zhang Baocheng was not only
proficient in medicine and metaphysics but also knowledgeable in various esoteric arts. Although the world had never heard of him, he was already considered a semi-divine being
.

Thirty years ago, Zhang Baocheng consulted the stars at night, observing the constellations. He then comprehended the secrets of heaven, leaving behind
the concluding phrase, "Heaven and earth clash, the five elements emerge," a mere eight characters containing countless heavenly secrets. From that moment on, the peaceful and prosperous era of the Great Hua Dynasty underwent a
dramatic transformation. Not only did martial arts practitioners from various sects begin to roam the world, but even those skilled in esoteric arts entered the mortal
realm. Strange and mysterious figures emerged in droves. Whether demons or Taoists, they seemed to have agreed to
enter the world, causing not utter chaos, but certainly giving the imperial court considerable headaches. "

Heaven and earth clash, the five elements emerge; heaven has no constraints, earth bestows true spirits."

Cultivating the Tao, questioning righteousness and evil—who doesn't know Zhang Baocheng's eight-character proverb? Whether it truly is just eight characters, no one
knows for sure , but from the moment the heavenly secrets were revealed, it was destined that this world would no longer be peaceful.

After a few simple dishes and a pot of wine, Yang Cun, following the old Taoist's instructions, headed west and found
the small temple he had been told to visit.

However, the temple was completely deserted. Just as Yang Cun was feeling frustrated, he heard a very faint
sound! It was the sound of clothes rustling in the wind, extremely subtle. If not for a sudden burst of alertness, such a small
noise wouldn't even be as loud as a fly buzzing in the ear.

Strange, it was already past midnight, and the city was under complete martial law; yet someone dared to sneak
around like this at night. Yang Cun's heart tightened immediately, and he quietly followed the sound. Knowing that such a large-scale operation meant
not only a large number of soldiers but also many skilled fighters lurking nearby, he dared not use his
lightness skill rashly to avoid trouble. Instead, he relied on his agility to weave through the streets and alleys, closely following his target.

Under the moonlight, a figure clad entirely in black gauze moved with lightning speed across the rooftops. Her lithe movements
made sound, demonstrating her incredible speed. The flowing black gauze added to her ethereal appearance, obscuring her
features and figure, leaving only a blurry black silhouette as she raced towards the east of the city.

"Who goes there?"

Despite the near-silent movement of the shadowy figure, a thunderous shout
rang out as she approached the city wall. Suddenly, an incredibly tall figure leaped from the wall, and in a flash, a flash of silver light appeared as
a sword was drawn, its force like a mountain crashing down, aimed directly at the shadowy figure.

"Wow, that's ruthless!"

The shadowy figure's rapid advance suddenly halted, and in the instant the sword struck, she vanished like a ghost. Her
flowing black gauze retreated like ink, landing lightly, followed by an alluring laugh, tinged with
teasing, seemingly unfazed by the danger.

"Damn, it's a girl!"

Yang Cun's eyes immediately burned with desire. After all, in all those years in the deep mountains and dense forests, women were a rare sight.
Although he had seen many female creatures along the way, most
of them looked similar to birds and beasts, failing to arouse any desire for mating. This girl in front of him, though far away and unable to see her face and figure clearly,
was exuding an indescribable femininity with just the light and graceful movement of her black veil and her alluring voice, like a nightingale's song.

A deafening "bang," like an explosion, followed as a gleaming broadsword slammed into the roof, nearly
shattering half the house. Wood and stone fragments flew everywhere, sand and gravel scattered. The fierce strike was incredibly powerful, instantly filling the air with dust and
sand, which permeated the moonlight. Yang Cun was speechless. Good heavens, this guy is
as strong as an ox. That body was as massive as a mountain, and even a casual slash was this ruthless. If
it had actually struck that girl, wouldn't she have been reduced to a pulp? At the very least, she would have been cleaved to dust.

The burly man's strike stunned the city guards beside him. Despite missing his target, he seemed unfazed, slowly
raising his broadsword and slinging it over his shoulder, coldly watching the dark figure drift several feet away. At that moment, an extremely cold,
seemingly emotionless voice softly rang out: "Members of the Demonic Sect, what are you doing sneaking around in the dead of night…"

Following the voice, a long robe fluttered in the wind. Just as everyone was astonished by the burly man's incredibly ferocious strike
, a very refined figure appeared beside him. His voice, devoid of any
emotion, was chilling, as if he were speaking to a dead man, indifferent to everything, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

For a moment, the surroundings were shrouded in a hazy dust. The tall and elegant figure walked slowly, his steps deliberate and
graceful. Each step seemed utterly silent, like a silent thunderclap, yet each silent step carried an irresistible
pressure, suffocating the senses and exuding an unyielding majesty. As

the dust gradually dissipated, a man of about thirty years old was revealed. His features were striking, no less beautiful than a woman's. His fair complexion was
breathtaking, enough to make even women envious. However, his icy expression kept everyone at a distance. He wore a white, top-quality silk
robe, clearly indicating his wealth and status. But what was most astonishing was his extraordinary skill. With just a single step, he
appeared before the woman from the Demonic Sect in the blink of an eye. His speed was like that of a ghost, so fast that even the naked eye could hardly detect
his movements.

"Who are you?"

The woman immediately became wary, taking a small step back and looking at the icy man before her with suspicion
. Even though the man before her was exceptionally handsome, no one dared to underestimate his terrifying aura.

"The Yang family of the capital."

The man's voice trailed off as he stared sharply at the woman before him, his tone still emotionless. "The Demonic Sect
has no connection with my Yang family, but now that the imperial artifact is lost and the Imperial Preceptor's body has been dishonored, and you appear here in the dead of night, if you don't have a
reasonable explanation, don't blame me for being ruthless..."

"Zhang Baocheng's things?"

The woman, though drenched in cold sweat, still chuckled, her laughter both alluring and provocative. "
I'm quite interested, but someone else got there first. Is the Yang family of the capital so great? My Demonic Sect never hides its actions.
We do want Zhang Baocheng's things, but we weren't fast enough to act. This matter has nothing to do with us."

The man remained silent, his face cold and icy. His jade-like white face and calm, yet unsettling eyes held a chilling intensity
. Truly, his face was like snow, his brows like demonic swords, his handsome features imbued with a calm and masculine aura.

The Yang family of the capital? "The direct line of the Prince of Zhen!" Yang Cun was immediately shocked. So this guy who looked
almost was a relative of his. Although the Yang family had produced three dukes, all descended from the same ancestor, the Prince of Zhen, from hundreds of years ago,
these days the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children was very clear. The relationship still existed, but the interactions were not as frequent.
Especially for his own branch, although two dukes had been produced, they had always lived far away from the capital and
rarely interacted with the direct line of the Prince of Zhen. So, it seemed unnecessary to have a blood kinship acknowledgment; how vulgar!

"Your Highness!"

At this moment, the burly man carrying a large sword came up behind the man, bowed respectfully, and said nothing more. The man
stood expressionless. Even though he was of average height, the burly man behind him was even taller than a mountain, making him
seem extremely strange. This burly man's body was ridiculously large, not like that of an ordinary person at all.

At the same time, thousands of soldiers emerged from the darkness carrying torches, realizing that the Prince of Zhen had come here specifically to wait for them!

"You're the current Prince of Zhen, Yang Shu?"

The woman seemed somewhat surprised, looking at the young man before her, a sense of unease creeping into her heart.

"How dare you address the Prince by his name!"

The burly man behind her, hearing her nonchalant tone, immediately roared angrily.

"What does it matter to me whether you're a Prince or not!"

The woman's eyes narrowed, looking fearlessly at Yang Shu, she coldly snorted, "Yang, we're also looking for Zhang Baocheng's
things . Our Demonic Sect doesn't need to act stealthily. If the items are truly in our hands, we're not afraid
of the world knowing! But I don't have time to waste now. If you don't believe me, then I have nothing more to say. Fight if you want.
"

The hereditary Prince of Zhen, Yang Shu. Hearing this name, Yang Cun was also surprised. After all, although the Yang family had split into
two branches, the Prince of Zhen's branch was still the mainstream, and the sacrificial ceremony was presided over by the hereditary Prince of Zhen. Although
the title of Prince of Zhen is no longer as prestigious as it was decades ago due to ancestral influence , he is still the first prince of a different surname in the Great Hua Dynasty. However, what's unexpected
is that the current Prince of Zhen, Yang Shu, is so young, looking only in his early twenties. Damn it, he's even more handsome than me
! Is there no justice?!

"Sneaking around, who is it?"

Yang Shu seemed to be thinking with narrowed eyes when he suddenly
let chill.

"A petty thief, following me all the way,"

the woman from the Demonic Sect replied, her gaze falling on the hut where Yang Cun was hiding.

"Come out!"

The burly man suddenly reacted, immediately shouting, leaping into the air, quickly gripping his broadsword, and
pressing down on Yang Cun like a mountain.

"Hey, hey, don't be so impulsive..."

Yang Cun quickly emerged from the darkness, waving his hands as he looked at the burly man who had already lunged at him. "You guys chat
, I'm just here to kill time and watch the show, I have no ill intentions. We're all civilized people, arguments are common,
please don't fight. Ah! You even drew your knife, can't you have any sense of propriety?"

"Glib talker!"

The woman from the Demonic Sect snorted disdainfully, turning back to continue confronting Yang Shu.

Yang Shu didn't even look at her, closing his eyes and saying nothing.

"Take this!"

the burly man roared, and his heavy sword, weighing over a hundred pounds, actually came down. The sound of it cutting through the air was
deafening , and the incomparably fierce pressure frightened all the soldiers guarding the city gates away.

It was a familiar scene again: dust rose, gravel flew everywhere, and with a "bang," a large crater five meters in diameter
appeared . Everyone who saw this felt a chill run down their spines. Good heavens, if that blade
struck , there probably wouldn't even be any bones left! The burly man slowly gripped his broadsword, raised it gently, and suddenly looked up at the opposite
rooftop. In an instant, veins bulged on his face, his teeth clenched, and his eyes widened in fury; he seemed truly enraged.

Looking at the broadsword in his hand, even though his body was as large as a mountain, the blade seemed even more exaggerated!

The long blade was almost 1.5 meters long, and the thickness of the blade was definitely no less than 30 centimeters, surpassing even Yang Guo's
Xuan Tie Heavy Sword! The blade was incredibly transparent, heavy and powerful, and its weight was estimated to be no less than 200 kilograms. Yet,
in his hands, he wielded it with ease, as if it were nothing. That strike was like a smash; if someone were to be cut
, they would definitely die a gruesome death, at best being smashed into a pulp.

"Hey, big brother, that's dangerous!"

Yang Cun hid on the roof, looking at the huge hole in the ground, he couldn't help but stick out his tongue in fright, patting his chest and
saying with a look of disdain, "You've made such a big hole in such a good road! Let's not talk about whether we have to pay compensation or not, but you have to know that the road builders use
the hard-earned money of ordinary people. What if they accidentally hurt innocent people, or dug a hole and caused a child to fall down
? You have to know, children are the treasures of the family..."

"Interesting!"

The woman from the Demonic Sect couldn't help but chuckle at Yang Cun's incessant rambling.

Yang Shu, with his hands behind his back and eyes closed in deep thought, suddenly frowned slightly, seemingly taken aback that Yang Cun had dodged this almost heaven-and-earth-
powerful strike.

"You scoundrel..."

The burly man missed twice with his strikes, seemingly a little embarrassed and angry. He gritted his teeth and took a step forward, his breathing becoming
heavier. With each step, the earth seemed to shake, and the true energy around his body grew increasingly dense, almost to the
point of explosion. A strange, reddish-yellow true energy strangely enveloped his entire body. Instantly, the true energy surrounding the burly man became so strong
it was almost suffocating. With just a light step, the ground churned like flying sand and stones, and a powerful pressure
expanded , like a storm suddenly erupting from flat ground.

The burly man's every step felt like stepping on one's heart. Yang Cun felt like he could barely breathe;
this overwhelming power was unimaginable.

Without Yang Shu's order, none of the soldiers dared to move. The bizarre scene unfolding around the burly man
left speechless, and even Yang Cun was instantly terrified, his forehead covered in cold sweat. Good heavens, this seemingly foolish and dull-witted
fellow was actually a master who had cultivated spiritual pills. Judging from his aura, it was impossible to know just how strong he was; he was
at least several levels stronger than himself. Not only Yang Cun was surprised, but even the woman from the demonic sect was astonished. She
seemed unable to fathom that the burly man could be so powerful.

Since Zhang Baocheng comprehended the mysteries of the battle between heaven and earth, the world seemed to have lost many constraints in an instant. Whether
cultivators or martial artists, they were all surprised to discover they possessed inner cores. Strength was
measured by the number of inner cores one possessed. Having one inner core was already extraordinary, two inner cores were considered worldly experts, three inner cores were considered first-rate experts, and
having four or more inner cores was extremely rare. The burly man before them was currently exuding an overwhelming, raging pressure;
it was the effect of at least a five-core or higher true qi eruption. An expert with five inner cores—such a powerful being was simply hard to find in the world.

"Damn it, I've kicked a hornet's nest!"

Yang Cun was dumbfounded. Although Yang Cun was eighteen years old and had already reached
the strength , making him a first-class expert with exceptional talent among
his peers, his pitiful strength was no match for this monster-like guy in front of him.

Not only did sand and dust begin to swirl, but seemingly in an instant, the entire city of Tianjin shook violently.
The burly man, eyes wide with rage, approached step by step, gritting his teeth as he viciously raised his heavy, massive blade.
Yang Cun was drenched in cold sweat; even though he wanted to resist, the terror in his very soul dominated everything
, rendering him incapable of even lifting his feet to flee.

"Earth Slave, that's enough!"

Just as the burly man was about to erupt, Yang Shu appeared silently before him. With a mere
whisper, the burly man, who had been like a powder keg, immediately fell silent, glaring
at , and the oppressive aura he had exuded dissipated.

"Member of the Demonic Sect, you can leave now!"

Yang Shu coldly glared at Yang Cun, snorting without turning his head.

"There's going to be a show, but unfortunately, I don't have time."

The woman from the Demonic Sect seemed unwilling to linger with Yang Shu. After a charming laugh, she lightly leaped over the city wall
and out of the city . With Yang Shu's words, the soldiers dared not stop her, and could only watch helplessly as the ethereal black figure slowly disappeared into
the night.

"Who goes there?"

Yang Shu's two short words, his icy tone, were as if he were speaking to a dead man. As the new generation's Prince of Zhen, his imposing
presence was extremely heavy. No wonder he inherited this incomparably noble throne at such a young age.
Just a few words, just a short sentence, were enough to make people feel the majesty of someone who held the power of life and death.

"Yang Cun."

Yang Cun dared not play around anymore. In an instant, just an instant, the unparalleled
strength of the burly man when he was enraged had completely rendered him powerless to resist. Now, without even touching himself, he knew he was drenched in cold sweat.
He'd even had the mind to tease him earlier; if the other man had unleashed that earth-shattering power from the start, he'd
probably already.

"Where are you from..."

The familiar name made Yang Shu frown, a flicker of emotion crossing his usually icy face.

"Jiangnan, the Yang family."

Yang Cun could only reveal his family. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke, still somewhat
shaken. The pressure emanating from Yang Shu's cold words far surpassed the terrifying burst of true energy from the burly man earlier.

"A descendant of the Duke of Jing..."

Yang Shu looked at the previously jovial young man with a hint of surprise, his brow furrowed, and
asked with slight suspicion, "May I ask, what is your birth order in your family?"

"If my older siblings were alive, I would be the fourth."

Yang Cun understood; it seemed Yang Shu also had some doubts. However, at this critical juncture, he dared not joke around any longer.
He didn't know how skilled Yang Shu was, but the monster behind him called Di Nu was glaring at him fiercely
, looking like he was ready to stab him at any moment. Now was definitely not the time for smooth talk.

"Do you have any proof?"

Yang Shu narrowed his eyes, asking casually, seemingly with a hint of joy and surprise.

Even though he was afraid, Yang Cunxin was a little annoyed by such stern questioning. He gently pulled open his collar,
picked up the snow-white jade hanging around his neck, and said irritably, "Look at this, you should recognize it!" The

snow-white jade was flawless, surpassing even the beauty of snow. It was incredibly warm and smooth, its color like the cold, crystalline ice of a frozen cave. Even in
the imperial palace , it was a rare and exquisite piece, and even more so among the common people. The white jade was carved into a plaque with three intertwined pythons, and in the center was
a large character "Yang," the characters vigorous and powerful. Even though it was engraved, the depth of the writer's skill was evident,
making him a true master. Such exquisite jade, a rare find in the world, coupled with inscriptions unparalleled in its beauty, would be beyond the reach of even ordinary
high-ranking officials .

"Jiangnan white, Kyoto blue."

Yang Shu's eyes lit up, a faint smile appearing on his usually cold face for the first time.

His gaze towards Yang Cun softened with undisguised joy. Suddenly, he clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowing deeply and
respectfully : "Nephew Yang Shu greets Uncle!"

"Get up quickly, we're all family!"

Yang Cun felt awkward. Yang Shu's face had been as cold as if his parents had died, yet now he was suddenly performing such a grand
ceremony. Even setting aside his status as the Prince of Zhen, or even if he were just an ordinary junior member of the Yang family, such deference seemed unnecessary.
However , it seemed the Prince of Zhen was actually younger than him. While Yang Cun feigned humility, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction.

"This is my first time greeting Uncle, my words have been disrespectful, please forgive me!"

Yang Shu slowly shook his head, a hint of shame flashing across his face, before bowing respectfully once more.

"It's alright, it's alright, we're all family."

Yang Cun was sweating a little. The dignified Prince of Zhen! He hadn't expected him to be so rigid. Judging from his actions, he practically
wanted to kneel and kowtow three times. Was it really necessary to be so polite?

"Uncle, are you going to the capital?"

Yang Shu asked softly after respectfully performing the junior's greeting.

"Yes, I need to register at the Ministry of Rites."

Yang Cun nodded helplessly. Although he was the hereditary Duke of Jing, he still had to register at the Ministry of Rites
. Otherwise, without his own seal, even knowing he was a descendant of the Duke of Jing, he wouldn't have the right to enjoy that
privilege.

"That's wonderful!"

Yang Shu said, unable to hide his joy. "In that case, once I'm done with my work, I will personally escort you
to the capital. It's been a long time since our two branches of the Yang family have gathered. I've heard that you've been practicing under a reclusive master since childhood, and I've tried to visit you many times over the past ten years without success,
which I deeply regret. Now that we've met by chance, please don't refuse. Let me host you in the capital and extend
the century-old ."

Yang Cun really couldn't stand his classical Chinese way of speaking and wanted to slap him to death. His eyes flashed,
and he saw the thousands of soldiers on the city wall. Looking at the terrifying monster behind him, he couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Your Highness,
what doing here?"

"Uncle, just call me Shu'er..."

Yang Shu quickly replied, feigning disrespect, but his face darkened. He shook his head and said, "Uncle, you don't know
, I only happened to be in Tianjin to investigate when this case occurred.

Seeing so many demons emerging in the world, not only disrupting the order and laws, but even daring to disturb the remains of the Imperial Preceptor and steal my imperial...
"To bestow gifts is a grave crime, deserving of swift punishment. Fortunately, my nephew has arrived with five thousand cavalry, which will be of great help to the Tianjin
governor in capturing this audacious thief as soon as possible." "Shu'er is very thoughtful."

Yang Cun's face twitched stiffly as he spoke. This Yang Shu, aside from anything else, is utterly stubborn! Judging from his
way of speaking and thinking, he is the epitome of incorrigibility. Anyone who gets involved in this kind of thing is doomed,
but he, on the contrary, led his troops to charge forward blindly—truly a fucking idiot!

"Your Highness!"

At this moment, the previously silent servant suddenly spoke up, staring intently westward, frowning as he said, "There's a strange feeling
over there ."

Yang Shu seemed to trust him completely, and upon hearing this, he immediately flashed westward. While running, he turned back and said,
"Uncle, please wait a moment. I will go and investigate. Uncle, you can stay with me tonight."

"Hmph!"

The slave turned and glared at Yang Cun before quickly chasing after him. Despite his enormous size, he
moved with surprising speed, and his hostility towards Yang Cun was palpable.

"I'll go too. " Watching their departing figures, Yang

Cun felt a bit bored and immediately started walking, quickly following
after them .

The three figures moved swiftly across the rooftops. Yang Shu's speed was astonishing, almost a blur, moving forward
without stopping, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch up. The Earth Slave was slightly slower, but still kept close behind
. As for Yang Cun, he was in a bit of a predicament, chasing them with all his might, and soon he was panting heavily. He
couldn't help but wonder how these two monsters cultivated themselves, running so fast without even breaking a sweat. It was infuriating!

The three figures followed one after the other, moving silently through the night. Originally, Tianjin was quite quiet at night,
but as they approached the West Gate, a sudden burst of flames shot into the sky, accompanied by screams, shouts, and
roars from who-knows-where, creating a scene of utter chaos. Yang Shu frowned upon seeing this from afar: "What's going on? Isn't there a Tianjin garrison
at the West Gate? Does someone dare to openly defy the imperial army?" "

In this era, although many martial artists disregard the imperial court, they haven't reached the point of using martial arts to break the law, after all,
it's not what they pursue. Since the battle between heaven and earth, the heavens bestowed spirituality upon all things, breaking all the original constraints.
For a time , demons entered the world, strange arts and immortal techniques, dragons and snakes mingled, shattering the original peace of the world. However
, no matter what, they will not choose to confront the imperial court. After all, they are not yet Great Luo Golden Immortals, and no matter how powerful they are, they cannot
resist the imperial army. It can be said that this is the reason why the world is still relatively stable.

At the west gate, the garrison was in chaos, with cries and screams rising and falling. And in front of them were
dozens people missing limbs, each one moving stiffly, tearing at any living person they caught without thinking!

In addition to drinking blood, they also ate raw human flesh, looking extremely terrifying, like the legendary zombies.

"What's going on?" Yang

Cun arrived and was immediately horrified by the scene before him! Those zombie-like creatures, some missing arms
or legs, some even with their eyeballs fallen out, seemed to feel no pain. They merely
attacked the living around them, baring their fangs and claws, as if greedily craving fresh flesh and blood. The scene was utterly bizarre!

"Medicinal corpses..."

Yang Shu, with his extensive knowledge, frowned, sniffed the foul odor in the air, and immediately gritted his teeth, saying, "It's
Miao black magic. Legend has it that the sorcerer secretly concocts nearly a hundred kinds of poisonous insects and herbs into Gu. When someone dies, on the
first full moon after their burial, the grave is opened, the coffin is opened, and these Gu insects are fed into the mouth. After six months, the dead person can be transformed into a medicinal corpse for the sorcerer to command.
But this place is nearly a thousand miles southwest, how could there be medicinal corpses here?"

"Those people look familiar!"

The Earth Slave seemed completely unafraid, looking at the writhing medicinal corpses on the ground, only a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"They are the disciples of the Imperial Preceptor and officials from the Ministry of Rites!"

Upon closer inspection, Yang Shu was immediately astonished, muttering in disbelief, "Impossible! The cultivation of a medicinal corpse takes
half a . These people have only been dead for three days, yet someone can refine them into medicinal corpses? How is this possible?"

The soldiers, fearless against powerful enemies and bandits, were now facing a group of zombies who only knew how to eat flesh and drink blood
. They were terrified, crying and wetting their pants! Even when slashed with swords, even when the blades pierced their bodies,
the medicinal corpses only trembled slightly, showing almost no reaction. Even when their arms were cut off, they wouldn't even glance at
them; even when their legs were severed, they would continue crawling on the ground. Their only sense seemed to be knowing where
the living were, and their only instinct was a craving for flesh and blood, constantly gnawing on the corpses of the dead soldiers.

"Your Highness, should we deal with these things?"

The slave looked at the medicinal corpses with disgust. The feeling was strange, as if he were looking down on inferior beings, showing
particular disdain.

"Wait, something's strange!"

Yang Shu narrowed his eyes, sneered, and said, "The biggest weakness of these medicinal corpses is that they become useless once their heads are cut off. The person behind this was able to refine these medicines in just three days. Although I don't know what method he used, the fact that he's using them so hastily suggests he must have some ulterior motive. Let 's wait
and see!" Every moment, soldiers were attacked and torn to death by the drug-infused corpses
.

Their screams made the West Gate a scene of utter carnage,
a living hell!

Yang Cun watched, his skin crawling with dread, but Yang Shu seemed to have other plans. Yang Shu was, after all,
a prince, and Zhang Baocheng's case was so serious that, from the perspective of those in power, sacrificing some
ordinary soldiers was understandable.

Although some soldiers had discovered the drug-infused corpses' weakness of being decapitated,
few The sounds of bones snapping echoed, and more and more mangled flesh lay on the ground. Finally,
some soldiers crowded at the city gate couldn't take the shock anymore. With a scream, they dropped their weapons, wet their pants, and cried out, "I
'm not a soldier anymore! Damn it, this is a ghost! This is haunted!" "

The chain reaction was terrifying. As soon as the city gates opened, the first soldier ran out, followed by the others who
cried out and began to flee the city, abandoning their armor and weapons. What was happening behind them was simply too horrible for them."
Who would have thought that zombies actually existed in the world? Perhaps they weren't afraid of death or killing on the battlefield, but
none of them had the courage to face such a horrific reality. The mangled corpses of their comrades, the hoarse screams tormented their
already fragile nerves. Faced with such a terrifying scene, no normal person could possibly endure it.

The soldiers fled like a tide, leaving behind only weapons and armor scattered on the ground. The west gate was wide open, and for a moment,
only the remaining zombies lingered, gnawing on the still-warm corpses on the ground. Yang Shu watched this scene, his face showing
little expression. He didn't blame the soldiers for their cowardice, nor did he sympathize with the dead who had been torn apart. The slave beside him
looked disgusted, but Yang Shu didn't speak, nor did he take any action. He simply stood quietly behind Yang Shu.

Damn it, what is this all about! Yang Cun was horrified and felt a bit disdain for Yang Shu's indifference.
If they don't go down and deal with these monsters soon, and they eat the corpses before running into the city,
countless people will suffer. Tianjin is already in a state of panic; if another case of zombie-eating occurs, who will be
able to control it?

"They're here..."

The three waited quietly on the rooftop. Yang Shu squinted and remained silent for a long time, then suddenly his ears twitched, and
a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it, who's here?"

Yang Cun was already feeling the effects; he'd vomited twice already. Damn it, how can these two be
so ! I'm such a fool for watching with them! These medicinal zombies seem never to be full;
some have even burst their stomachs, their intestines and flesh spilling out, yet they still greedily gnaw on the flesh of the dead. They
truly are monsters without any sense of feeling.

Yang Shu remained silent, his gaze slowly drifting towards the dark street corner. At this moment, the soft sound of hooves rang out,
the speed gradually increasing as a simple carriage slowly approached. The carriage door was almost
completely , but even Yang Cun could smell a pungent odor as the carriage appeared. Strangely, however
, when the carriage slowly reached the front of the horde of drug-eating corpses, the corpses seemed oblivious, not attacking the creatures before them.
The horses, too, seemed to see nothing, continuing to move forward quietly.

At this moment, the area in front of the city gate was littered with corpses and blood, a scene of utter hell. The carriage showed no
sign , its wheels crushing the corpses on the ground as it continued forward. The drug-eating corpses were momentarily stunned. Their bloodthirsty eyes
suddenly lost all light, as if even their instincts had vanished in an instant. They dropped their severed limbs, leaving behind their hands or mouths,
and as if by some unspoken agreement, swayed their mutilated bodies, slowly following behind the carriage.

"Hmph, scoundrels!"

Yang Shu's eyes lit up, and he immediately snorted coldly.

"Hey..."

Yang Cungang felt a gust of wind beside him. Looking up, he saw Yang Shu and the Earth Slave had already dashed down like lightning.

Two figures, swift as lightning, blocked the carriage. At this moment, the horses seemed to sense something amiss,
neighing before stopping. The scene fell into complete silence as the two sides faced each other in a silent standoff.

After a long while, a low, sinister voice came from inside the carriage: "Who are you?"

"Black Witch Corpses!"

Yang Shu, his face icy, didn't answer but instead asked, "Who are you?"

"Kill them."

There was a moment of silence inside the carriage before a sinister snort. The person inside didn't want to prolong the argument. As soon as he finished speaking
, puffs of black smoke drifted out of the carriage, accompanied by an almost nauseating stench, towards the corpses. The previously calm
corpses, upon smelling the stench, suddenly roared as if injected with hormones and charged towards the two
!

"You ungrateful wretch!"

The Earth Slave sneered, his massive body blocking Yang Shu's path, who had already closed his eyes in disdain. A cold glint flashed in his eyes
, and with a furious roar, he unleashed his true energy, raising his greatsword to meet the attack. Before the medicine corpses could even get close, he roared in
fury , "I'll finish you off in one go!"

The massive greatsword, its silver blade gleaming, was instantly enveloped in a layer of crimson-yellow true energy. With a powerful slash, blade energy ripped outwards, raging
like a sudden hurricane before him. Countless crescent-shaped blade lights flashed out like lightning,
instantly slicing through everything in their path! The medicine corpses that had been roaring moments before were all decapitated and
killed , as if they had been simultaneously shredded by a thousand blades, their bodies torn to pieces by the powerful blade light.

"Die!"

The Earth Slave roared, his face filled with rage, his greatsword gleaming with a chilling light! With a few swift slashes, the medicinal corpses shattered,
leaving !

Dozens of medicinal corpses were completely annihilated in a single blow, their remains scattered everywhere. The Earth Slave smiled contentedly, his face contorted
with rage his blade, looking at the carriage before him with a hint of provocation.

"What a terrifying monster!"

Yang Cunxin muttered to himself. That single slash carried the powerful true energy of a Five-Element Pill or higher. Such a terrifying expert
could probably be counted on one hand in the entire world. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he had the strength to establish a sect, but why did he seem to
be as stupid as a donkey? Was it really true that being a little stupid was beneficial for cultivation?

"True Yuan Spiritual Energy?"

Yang Cunxin exclaimed in surprise, and the person inside the carriage was even more shocked, their voices trembling with excitement and greed: "Human
Yuan Qi , and spiritual energy! You, you're not human?"

"Damn, what do you mean not human? Has this guy lost his mind?"

Yang Cunxin couldn't help but scoff, but seeing how ruthless the Earth Slave's attack was, he wasn't particularly worried.

With him around, there shouldn't be any problems. Besides, Yang Shu's composure suggests his strength is quite profound
. It's better for someone as mediocre as myself to avoid making a fool of myself. So Yang Cun simply sat on the rooftop, obediently watching
the spectacle with great interest, enjoying this rare sci-fi extravaganza.

"You know quite a lot!"

Yang Shu frowned, glancing at Yang Cun watching the show from the rooftop. He seemed to want to say something, but then swallowed his words
.

"Heaven and earth clash, the five elements emerge, the five elements emerge..."

The person inside the car seemed to be chanting insanely, then suddenly burst into hysterical laughter: "That's right, that's right!"
"Zhang Baocheng has truly comprehended the secrets of heaven! Haha, really, really, this old man didn't lie!"

With a burst of wild laughter, the carriage curtain was suddenly yanked open! Before him appeared a face covered in scars,
its twisted eyes filled with strange excitement. Covered in a black robe, the man staggered down from the carriage, excitedly
looking at the towering, mountain-like earth slave before him. His whole body trembled with elation as he roared, "Really, true spiritual energy,
haha! Zhang Baocheng really didn't lie! All the world's constraints are indeed gone, haha!"

"I don't know who you are."

Yang Shu ignored his mad ramblings, a cold glint in his eyes. He walked slowly forward, his face expressionless, and said,
"However, it seems you are involved in the desecration of the Imperial Preceptor's remains. This matter is of great importance; I have no time to waste on you. Surrender!
"

"Haha, all five elements are unleashed, heaven has no constraints!"

The man inside the carriage was laughing not just to the point of madness, but with tears in his eyes. He even ignored the approach of the slave and Yang Shu,
focusing only on his own maniacal laughter. "

Is he out of his mind?" The

slave, uneasy by Yang Shu's frenzied behavior, roared and his massive hand lunged at the
man in black. Just as he was about to seize him, his grasp eerily missed.

The black robe fell slowly to the ground, releasing a foul stench. The man's previously laughing body suddenly began
to rot rapidly, turning into a pile of bones in an instant, the sound of bones cracking clearly audible
. The slave froze, while Yang Shu instantly became alert, whirling around and
unleashing a white burst of true energy towards the city gate.

In the darkness, the tall, dark figure effortlessly deflected Yang Shu's thunderous attack with a mere flick of his wrist,
demonstrating a skill far beyond the reach of ordinary people. Before the gloomy city gate, the same
black robe stood, the voice equally low and hoarse, but the figure much more upright.

"Where are you going, you thief!"

Yang Shu felt utterly humiliated, and his entire body erupted with white true energy! "

Don't worry, I didn't do Zhang Baocheng's thing."

The black-clad figure continued to laugh wildly, seemingly unwilling to get entangled with Yang Shu. He immediately shook his head, saying with a hint of mockery, "
I did indeed refine the medicinal corpse, and I did take some of Zhang Baocheng's things, but I abducted them along the way. As for those who attacked
, I spared their lives. I don't have time to deal with you now! Although I'm very interested in your people, you shouldn't waste your time on me
now ."

"You've captured them?"

Yang Shu's mind raced, and his surging true energy subsided slightly.

"Yes, but it depends on whether you want them alive!"

The black-clad figure moved slightly, revealing a crimson bottle in his hand. After shaking it a few times, he chuckled in a low voice
, "I have the only antidote for those people's poison!" "If they don't get this before dawn... heh heh
, you know that medicinal corpses have no capacity for thought, this isn't the result you wanted, is it?"

"What exactly do you want?"

Yang Shu frowned immediately.

The man in black hesitated for a moment, then said with a hint of determination, "I have important business to attend to, and you're all
eager , so I want to exchange a condition with you! You must forget everything that happened today. I don't want
to cause unnecessary trouble. Although I took Zhang Baocheng's things, I didn't kill those people."

"Arrogant!"

Yang Shu shouted suddenly, "How dare you take what belongs to the Grand Preceptor at will? Besides, you're quite suspicious. Today
you killed so many garrison soldiers and turned officials into medicinal corpses; your crimes are heinous.

Although Yang Shu is a reckless man, he absolutely cannot aid and abet evil!" "How hypocritical..."

The man in black sneered, tightening his grip on the bottle slightly, and said decisively, "If you insist
on this, then you can go and collect those corpses! Although I am no match for you, I will not
refuse to !"

"I, Yang, never act under duress!"

Yang Shu was equally resolute, coldly staring at him without making the slightest concession.

Yang Shu was the Prince of Zhen, not the Governor of Tianjin, so he wasn't responsible for this incident. Catching the culprit would undoubtedly be
a good opportunity to enhance his reputation, and even if he didn't, there would be no loss. However, the man in black's attitude displeased him,
which was why insisted on not backing down.

"Wait!"

Yang Cun, having watched enough of the drama, saw the two sides at a stalemate and quickly shouted, rushing forward to stop him.

"Uncle!" Yang

Shu's tense expression eased slightly. Although his status and cultivation were higher than Yang Cun's, he was
a man of strict etiquette and highly valued the order of seniority. He remained respectful to Yang Cun, which made the earth slave watching from the side slightly displeased.

"You're also a member of the Yang family?"

The black-clad man's voice carried a hint of mockery, seemingly very interested in the suddenly appearing Yang Cun.

"Yes, I agree to your conditions!"

Yang Cun pondered the conversation between the two and immediately agreed before Yang Shu could react. However, he immediately added
, "If you dare to lie to us, I swear, the Yang family will follow you for life."

"Uncle, how can you..."

Yang Shu immediately became anxious and tried to stop him.

"Listen to me, it's sure to be right!"

Yang Cun ignored the earth slave's almost tearing-his-bloodsing gaze, waved his hand and shook his head, saying, "
I know what the Yang family needs right now. Although you are a prince, our Yang family has already split into two branches. In the end, we all share the same ancestor
. I understand what you're thinking."

“Yes, I will heed your teachings, Uncle!” Yang

Shu hesitated for a moment, glared at the restless slave, and respectfully agreed.

“The Yang family, quite interesting.”

The man in black suddenly laughed, flicking his wrist and tossing the crimson bottle over.

“So trusting of me!”

Yang Cun caught the bottle accurately, but couldn’t help but chuckle mischievously, “Aren’t you afraid I’ll betray you after I’ve served my purpose? I already have
the antidote ; even if we wanted to deal with you now, we should have more than enough time.”

“Right, too bad you don’t have time.”

As the man in black spoke, he whistled to summon a carriage. Sitting inside, he arrogantly laughed, "You
'd better hurry back. If you're too late, you'll only be able to kill a few more medicinal corpses!"

"No need for your reminder,"

Yang Cunxin replied, somewhat annoyed.

"The old temple in the east of the city, everyone's there..."

The man in black left only this faint echo as the carriage slowly drove away.

Time was running out! Although he didn't know if the man in black was telling the truth, seeing that he could refine
medicinal corpses in just three days, Yang Shuxin was also worried. Yang Cunxin understood the reason, and watching the carriage slowly depart,
he sighed helplessly, turning to the unwilling Yang Shuxin and saying, "Your Highness, the most urgent thing is to find those petty
thieves who stole the Imperial Preceptor's relics!"

"Please, Uncle, still call me Shuxin."

Yang Shuxin was incredibly straightforward, still emphasizing the proper etiquette of seniority even at this moment.

"Okay, Shu'er... let's go take a look."

Yang Cun stammered as he spoke. He really should dissect his brain to study its structure. This guy was more than
ten years older than him, yet he still called him Shu'er. Damn it, was it really necessary to be so affectionate? I'm definitely not gay.

You bastard, what the hell is wrong with your eyes! I'm absolutely not gay, I absolutely like hot girls!
Damn it, why are you looking at me like that? I like women. I'm still a virgin, how could I like men...

What kind of attitude is that! If you've got the guts, call your wife over. If I don't get her pregnant, I'm not the father of your son!

After such a commotion in the middle of the night, with mutilated corpses and blood everywhere at the West Gate, Tianjin was never
at peace .

Despite his pent-up anger, Yang Shu acted with considerable restraint,
knowing the potential commotion if ordinary people witnessed such a scene. He immediately ordered the Tianjin governor to send men to clean up the
body parts . It's said that several of the constables who arrived after hearing the news fainted upon seeing the scattered remains; the gruesome
scene was unimaginable.

The old temple in the east of the city, long neglected and without its abbot or offerings, was in a state of utter disrepair. Weeds grew rampant in the courtyard,
and scattered tiles and bricks littered the ground. Inside, a thick layer of dust covered the temple,
obscuring even the most revered Buddha statues. To make matters worse, besides the garbage and weeds, it was also
home to , resembling a guesthouse instead of a proper temple.

Inside the main hall, the Earth Slave stood with his hands behind his back, thoughtfully observing the temple's furnishings, the statues whose features were no longer discernible
, and the enigmatic inscriptions on the walls, weathered by time. Yang Cun, leaning against a large pillar, squinted
, pondering the events of the night. Everything seemed too strange. It wasn't the chivalrous feuds he had imagined,
nor was it a swift and decisive revenge plot; now, even zombies had appeared! This seemed too absurd, far removed from his
memories .

Heaven and earth clashed, the five elements were unleashed, heaven was unrestrained, earth bestowed spirituality… What heavenly secrets had Zhang Baocheng comprehended? Yang
Cun couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had never had any great ambitions, inexplicably arriving in this world, thinking that with
some title of Duke, he could live a life of drinking, gambling, whoring, and abducting women. But now, it seemed this world was quite
unusual. Was he about to unleash his protagonist mode? "Damn, is it going to be some kind of superhero fighting monsters?
That's ridiculous.

No way! My ideal isn't to uphold justice." Yang Cun swore to God that eating, drinking, gambling, and whoring were perfectly healthy
hobbies. He really wanted to be a well-behaved spendthrift, idle and good-for-nothing, spending his free time bullying the villagers with his
lackeys , running rampant and dominating. Even robbing women would be fine!

"Uncle!"

At this moment, Yang Shu rushed over, a joyful smile on his face. He and his entourage of royal guards
had already surrounded the dilapidated temple, indicating that their search had yielded some results.

"Shu'er, have you found him?"

Yang Cun felt awkward calling him, but after only half a night of contact, he could clearly see that Yang Shu
was the kind of rigid, old-fashioned, and stubborn person who had an extreme requirement for the order of seniority. Therefore, as the Prince of Zhen, he
could watch the medicine corpse slaughter those soldiers with a clear conscience from the roof.

"Yes, six people in total, in the small house to the west. We also found most of the Imperial Preceptor's funerary objects!"

Yang Shu couldn't hide his joy. "It seems that guy wasn't lying after all. These people are indeed
the petty thieves !

We've already given them the antidote, and they've been taken back to the Tianjin government office. The rest is no longer our concern.

Although this matter hasn't reached the capital, I believe that given the Emperor's respect for the Imperial Preceptor, he will be furious. Now that we
've captured the petty thieves, it's a huge boost to the Yang family's reputation." "Good that you've caught them!"

Yang Cun was silent for a moment, a cold glint flashing between his brows. He nodded and said, "Since they're being sent to the Tianjin government office, we
should have sealed their pressure points. They must be alive when we send them there. As for how to torture them, that's none of
our business."

"Yes, Shu'er understands."

Yang Shu nodded solemnly. Although Yang Cun's words were subtle, he understood them perfectly. This
credit belonged to the Prince of Zhen and the Yang family. As for the trouble, he left it all to others. No one knew the identities of these people,
or whether they were being instructed by someone. Given the Yang family's current special status, there was no need to cause unnecessary trouble.

After dealing with this matter, the sky began to lighten, and the morning mist dissipated. At this time, soldiers
hurriedly escorted the bound prisoners to the Tianjin government office. Due to the special circumstances, Yang Shu cautiously increased
the number of escorts, with over a thousand soldiers strictly guarding them. After all, there was another aspect to be cautious about:
Zhang Baocheng's disciples included many highly skilled individuals. To be able to quietly kill them all overnight meant that
the bandits were definitely not just these six.

To find such a secluded place to hide in Tianjin, and to kill
so , required skill and courage far beyond what ordinary martial arts practitioners could accomplish. Perhaps it was
the work of a sorcerer. After all, Zhang Baocheng was half-immortal, half-human; his relics were indeed very attractive, but accurately knowing the location of the entourage was crucial.
The plan was meticulously crafted, and
the mastermind the mastermind's exceptional skill.

"Sigh, I hope nothing unexpected happens,"

Yang Cun said, a bitter smile creeping across his face.

The two exchanged a knowing glance, seemingly reaching a consensus: the inside story of this matter was definitely not simple. Although the Yang family
was the leading military family in the land, it was best to avoid unnecessary trouble. After all, many years had passed
, and while the Yang family's reputation remained undiminished, its true influence was far less than it had been during the reign of the first Prince of Zhen. Therefore, the Yang family now needed not only
to maintain its prestige but also to avoid unnecessary trouble. Maintaining a low profile while remaining active was a complex matter for any
family .

At this moment, the guards brought out several more male corpses. Although poorly clothed, they were clearly flamboyantly dressed
young men , their bodies blackened and emaciated, dying with their eyes wide open in disbelief. Their eyes widened, as if they had encountered
something terrifying. Their lifeless eyes held almost no other
expression than extreme fear. Sometimes death itself isn't frightening, but such a bizarre manner of death sent a chill down one's spine!

"What's going on?"

Yang Cun asked疑惑地. He saw a group of raggedly dressed people trembling amidst the soldiers' encirclement
. Some were elderly men in their seventies, others were three or four-year-old children. They seemed unaware of what was happening, their eyes filled with unease and apprehension
at the sight of so many soldiers surrounding them.

"Reporting, sir!"

The guards, originally Yang Shu's trusted men, were puzzled by Yang Cun but dared not rashly inquire about his
identity. Pointing to the bodies of the soldiers behind him, he respectfully said, "These were all found near the West Wing Well. According to
the vagrants, these are local thugs. Many are criminals, and some are
beggars, but they are all hooligans who bully others. According to their confessions, although these people are evil, they are not
the petty thieves we are looking for."

"Understood, go down."

Yang Cun waved his hand, turned his head and glanced at the vagrants surrounded by soldiers in the corner. Many of them were trembling with
fear , and his heart ached.

"Uncle, it seems that guy still has some conscience."

Yang Shu looked at the strange corpses and smiled thoughtfully. Evil people, these scoundrels who bully the weak,
are worse than pigs and dogs in his eyes! Yang Shu is strong but not weak, so he has extreme disdain for these thugs
.

"Hmm!"

Yang Cun was distracted and responded somewhat perfunctorily. His gaze involuntarily swept over the group. Among the trembling,
pitiful people were children as young as ten, elderly people nearing seventy, and many more dressed in tattered clothes, unable to withstand the night's chill
. Now, all were terrified; many children were already crying uncontrollably, their soft sobs seemingly afraid of displeasing
the soldiers before them. Their vulnerability and helplessness in the face of survival tugged at his
heartstrings .

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

Yang Shu asked, noticing Yang Cun's distracted state. He had seen
far too many , perhaps to the point of numbness. Even if he felt sympathy, he knew there were countless such people in the world
, far too many to be pitied.

"Shu'er, after receiving my title, I should return to Jiangnan, shouldn't I?"

Yang Shu's mind was also somewhat confused, and he uttered a vague answer.

“Uncle, it depends on your wishes,”

Yang Shu said respectfully. “Although the Yang family in Jiangnan has a Duke’s mansion bestowed by the Emperor, we also have other
residences in the capital. You can live in the capital if you like. However, it seems that you don’t have a fiefdom yet. This matter will have to wait until after the audience with the Emperor in the Golden Hall
before a decision can be made.”

“Send someone to ask them!”

Yang Cun sighed. Although he understood that he was now in a different world, he couldn’t help but
feel sorry for these homeless children. In the end, his heart softened, and he said softly, “Any of the young children who are willing to come with me,
arrange for them to work in my mansion. As for the elderly, they cannot travel long distances. Give them some money so they
can live out their old age in comfort!”

“Yes!”

Yang Shu didn’t ask any more questions. After all, it was only right to show some kindness occasionally. The Yang family had accumulated a considerable fortune, enough to offset Yang Cun’s
occasional generosity. Moreover, the future mansion would require many servants, and the Yang family’s reputation could not be too weak. Having a
few more servants was always reasonable.

"I'm going back to rest first."

Yang Cun finished speaking and turned to walk outside. Although it was already dawn, he had many
things to think about. He secretly resented the old Taoist for calling him here, inexplicably getting into trouble.

Damn it, is my fate like Conan's, always getting into trouble wherever I go! But judging from today's situation,
it's probably Kindaichi level, a bunch of people dying wherever I go!

"Uncle, wait!"

Yang Shu saw Yang Cun about to leave and quickly asked, "Uncle, where are you staying now?"

"At an inn."

Isn't that stupid? Where else would you stay when you're traveling? I'm not an emperor, I don't have a bunch of
palaces . Besides, I don't have an official position now, why would I have such a grand display?

"Uncle!"

Yang Shu, looking annoyed, grabbed Yang Cun's hand, saying with a hint of self-reproach, "Uncle is the dignified Duke of Jingguo
, how can you live in such a humble place? Although our Yang family is not as prosperous as before, we still have our own
villa in Tianjin. Uncle, please come back with me! I should fulfill my filial duty as a junior. Why should Uncle live in a place without servants?"

"My luggage is at the inn!"

Before Yang Cun could finish speaking, he was dragged away. Seeing Yang Shu's solemn expression, Yang Cun knew that his
so-called nephew was the kind who truly cared about appearances. Judging from his expression, he seemed unwilling to give him a chance to refuse.

"I will send someone to fetch it, Uncle, don't worry."

Yang Shu's face was resolute, not giving Yang Cun a chance to explain. Although his attitude remained very respectful, it was clear that...
Having grown up in a wealthy family, he also cared about saving face, so he resolutely refused to let Yang Cun stay at the small inn.

This guy looks so thin, but how come his hands are so strong? Hey, why are your eyes so bright? You would
n't be up to something, would you?
Yang Cun felt a chill run down his spine. This Yang Shu couldn't possibly be a glass dealer, could he? If it came down to force, he was definitely no match for him. Thinking of this, Yang Cun felt a tightness in his anus…

Chapter 3, Burning with Evil
The best location in the south of the city was surrounded by tall, deep mansions, inhabited by the wealthy and powerful. Even those with money but no
real power dared to buy a house here, because this area was inhabited by influential people, and occasional neighborly
disputes were a headache. Therefore, even the wealthiest honest businessmen dared not come to this prime location, making
the mansions in the south of the city unusually quiet, because even ordinary people were unwilling to come here, fearing they would get into
unnecessary trouble.

The mansions along the north and south lanes were all luxurious and grand, with deep red lacquered gates and walls three meters high. The
powerful exuded an air of superiority. Lions roared at the entrance, and five pythons coiled on the eaves!
Anyone with a modicum of etiquette could tell that this Yang Mansion was no ordinary family. The five pythons alone were a blatant
symbol of a prince's nobility. Ordinary people would almost always avoid such grand mansions,
not even daring to get close enough to take a peek.

The enormous mansion occupied a considerable area; aside from the standard figures on the property deeds, almost no one measured it, because a prince's mansion
was exceptionally grand. Its specifications included a front gate, a back courtyard, and a clearly defined main house in the west wing. Even the feng shui layout was meticulously
considered. The entire mansion was built using the method of a four-horse carriage, and the layout of the gardens and landscapes was exquisite.
Even the most extravagant wealthy families could not possess such a sophisticated and grand feel.

Auspicious purple clouds drifted from the east, and the eastern courtyard was typically the main residence. At Yang Shu's repeated requests, Yang Cun, as an elder, was
arranged to reside there. The courtyard was exceptionally tranquil, with a verdant bamboo grove at the front gate and a backyard filled with all sorts of
exotic flowers and plants . The main residence itself was remarkably simple; aside from the small bridge and flowing water in front of the gate, there was almost nothing else that displayed
luxury.

The bedrooms, though simple, were incredibly comfortable, featuring a large bed made of golden nanmu wood and fine Suzhou and Hangzhou silk
quilts—one lie down and you knew what true comfort was. Incense burned in the stove, infused with calming and invigorating herbs;
the aroma alone was incredibly soothing. However, the side hall for receiving guests made Yang Cun quite uncomfortable.
Besides , the surrounding area was filled with books—ancient thread-bound books, rare and priceless editions—clearly, Yang Shu was a
true scholar.

“Uncle, this is the side room. You may stay here temporarily.”

Yang Shu led Yang Cun to the front and back of the house, saying somewhat apologetically, “After all, this is a villa in Tianjin, not comparable to
the main residence in the capital. The living conditions are rather simple, please don’t mind.”

“Not at all, I’m very satisfied.”

Yang Cun couldn’t help but click his tongue. Good heavens, he dared to call such an environment simple.

Not to mention the size of the room, just the antiques in this room and that fine nanmu bed, it
was practically like sleeping in a pile of money. His polite words were really a bit unpleasant.

“Uncle, then I’ll take my leave first, so as not to disturb your rest.”

Yang Shu seemed to have other matters to attend to, and immediately gave a proper bow, hurrying back to his residence.

After Yang Shu left, the large side room became somewhat quiet. It was supposed to be a mansion, but there were quite a few rooms for
servants and maids. However, perhaps due to Yang Shu's carelessness,
there wasn't a single servant, let alone any maids, in the side rooms.

Oh well, he'd have to rely on himself. The white jade tea set on the table was beautiful, but there wasn't a drop of tea in it. Yang
Cun shook the empty teapot and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed the idyllic
life

, so enviable and enviable, hadn't materialized yet. Living in a prince's mansion, he still had to boil water himself—how pathetic! Where was the stove? Yang Cun knew that wealthy families rarely had a place to cook, so he
reluctantly left the side room and started searching the front yard like a headless fly. The problem was, the prince's mansion was so large,
yet he couldn't find a single servant in the front yard; even asking for directions was difficult.

Walking along a cobblestone path, Yang Cun was starting to feel lost. Had Yang Shu led him into a haunted house
? How could such a large mansion be devoid of any living souls? Just as Yang Cun was pondering this, he suddenly heard
some extremely faint sounds.

Following the sound, he found a simple wooden house in the corner of the front courtyard, its lamp flickering gently, from which he could vaguely
hear faint sobbing. Yang Cun walked forward with a puzzled look and knocked on the door: "Is anyone home?"

"Who is it in the middle of the night?"

came an impatient voice from inside, seemingly annoyed at being woken up.

The door opened with a "bang," revealing a plump woman who looked to be in her forties. The fat woman rubbed her sleepy
eyes , her fierce appearance suggesting she had initially intended to unleash a torrent of curses. However, upon seeing Yang Cun
, she trembled and immediately knelt down, saying, "This humble servant greets Your Excellency!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Yang Cun frowned slightly. He had clearly heard the crying earlier, so he strode into the room.

The dark little house was crammed with various utensils, leaving almost no room to stand. Apart from a dilapidated large bed
, it felt very cramped under the dim oil lamp. The quilt on the bed was tattered, and the only space on the floor in front of the bed was covered with dry straw.
Two dirty little bodies were huddled together, shivering on the straw.

Seeing Yang Cun enter, both of them raised their heads simultaneously. Their small, dark faces, covered in dust
, revealed only bright eyes that gave them an indescribable purity.

"Your Excellency..."

The fat woman quickly explained when she saw Yang Cun's frown.

It turned out that she was a laundry maid in the Prince's mansion. She originally lived in the servants' quarters, but tonight
she brought back a lot of beggars from that dilapidated temple, and the place was already a bit too crowded. Some people thought these people were dirty, so most of them
found another place to sleep. Among so many beggars, only these two were girls, and they were a bit too old to
live with the servants, so they were arranged to live with her.

"You're just letting them lie on the ground like that?"

Yang Cun was even more displeased upon hearing this. This fat woman had warm quilts and thick blankets for herself, yet she let these two children sleep on dry straw on the ground
. How could he bear to see them shivering like that?

"The manor didn't have enough supplies, not enough bedding!"

The fat woman turned green with fright upon hearing this and hurriedly explained.

"Never mind, I'm short of maids over there. Let them go to work in the side room!"

Yang Cun shook his head and sighed. After a moment of silence, he turned around and said, "Also, have someone prepare bathwater for me, and also
prepare . These clothes are far too thin."

"Yes, sir, I'll arrange it right away!"

The fat woman was overjoyed and quickly bowed in gratitude.

Looking at the two children huddled in the corner, shivering, Yang Cun shook his head helplessly, got up, and walked back to the side room.

Ultimately, she realized she was sometimes too soft-hearted, unable to bear seeing these pitiful people suffer. Yang Shu, however, was different; he
was accustomed to the harsh realities of this world. Giving them food and shelter was already an act of great kindness.
A thin blanket seemed like something they wouldn't even dare to ask for.

Soon, a group of sleepy-eyed servants began bustling about the side room, carrying things and
hot water into Yang Cun's room. Yang Cun then noticed a spacious area behind the screen beside the bed.
Two large wooden tubs filled with hot water were already set out, steaming gently, with calming
herbs floating on the surface. The room was filled with warmth and a pleasant fragrance.

Before the servants left, they gently closed the door. Yang Cun immediately stretched; after such a long and dusty journey,
a good bath was definitely in order. Stripped naked and soaking in the water, the pores on his body opened
instantly , and the unparalleled comfort made Yang Cun groan softly. Leaning against the tub, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the blissful sensation
. Yang Cun immediately felt much better, at least the fatigue of the day was swept away.

Just as Yang Cun was enjoying himself, the door suddenly creaked open. Yang Cun's heart tightened immediately, and
he called out , "Who's there?"

There was no answer, only the uneasy and apprehensive movement of small footsteps. Two petite and thin bodies huddled together
, trembling, appeared before Yang Cun. They wore tattered and thin clothes, and were filthy, making it impossible to see their
faces . The taller one was barefoot, her small feet covered in a patch of gray and black, which looked
very awkward in this luxurious and clean mansion.

"It's you two!"

Although Yang Cun couldn't see their faces clearly, he knew they were two girls. He immediately felt embarrassed and
sank into the water, asking somewhat awkwardly, "Didn't I tell you to go take a bath and go to bed? It's so late, what else do you
need?"

The two girls, tense at first, were suddenly surprised by his question. They looked at each other, then nervously glanced at Yang Cun.

The slightly older girl seemed to have mustered her courage and timidly asked, "You, that auntie said
you told us to come here to... take a bath."

"Ah!"

Yang Cun slapped his forehead. It seemed that what he had said earlier was too ambiguous. The fat old woman thought he wanted
them come and bathe with him. What a joke! Although I'm definitely not a gentleman, I can't possibly
take a little beggar whose face I can't even see clearly. That's too much of a taste.

"That wicked old woman."

Looking at the two frightened girls, Yang Cun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

They were still young. Although in this day and age, all sorts of people with unusual tastes exist, it wasn't surprising at all. However, he
still had some conscience and couldn't quite adapt to the feeling of being forcibly taken from a commoner. Alas, in the end, he was still too
innocent.

"You two go out and wait."

Yang Cun saw their uneasy faces and immediately waved them out.

The two little beggars exchanged glances and immediately fled behind the screen like lightning. Well, as expected
, no one will serve me. It's my destiny not to live that kind of decadent, hedonistic life! Yang Cun laughed self-deprecatingly, dried his hair, changed into a
plain white undergarment, and came out. He saw the two sisters still standing obediently. From their bright eyes, he could
clearly feel their unease, as if they couldn't adapt to this sudden environment at all.

"Alright, go take a shower."

Yang Cun looked at them sympathetically and waved for them to go take a shower. Whether they had lewd thoughts or not was irrelevant
; the main issue was that they were filthy. Even if they were as beautiful as angels, they had no appetite in this state, let alone any
sexual desire.

The little beggar was too frightened to speak, but she dared not disobey Yang Cun. After a slight pause,
the older one led the younger one behind the screen. To make them feel more at ease while bathing, Yang Cun went out of his room and
ordered a table of food and wine. They enjoyed it slowly in the pavilion in the courtyard, his mind processing the strange experiences of the day.

The night breeze was cool, but it was still quite chilly after nightfall. Wearing only thin plain clothes, Yang Cun
shivered as he came out of his reverie. Looking back at the dim light in his room, he
felt sleepy and pulled his clothes tighter, deciding to take a nap first.

Girls may take a long time to bathe, but surely not this long? Yang Cun stepped forward and politely knocked on
the door twice, but there was no response from inside. He then pushed open the door and went in.

The room was dimly lit, and the large bedroom was filled with an indescribable warmth.
The moment , Yang Cun saw someone lying on his large nanmu bed. A warm down silk quilt covered
her body; the girl's back was turned, seemingly fast asleep, her bright black hair spread out on the pale yellow bedding,
looking particularly beautiful.

Strange, there's someone else here? Just as Yang Cun was wondering, he turned and went behind the screen. His eyes widened, and he felt a nosebleed
about to burst.

Beside the bathtub, a petite and adorable girl was looking at Yang Cun with a face full of shyness and fear.
She was , her long hair, still damp with water droplets, was casually loose. Her skin, after bathing, was fair with a refreshing rosy glow. A
plain white nightgown tightly concealed her slender yet already slightly shapely figure, but it couldn't hide the fact that she had just bathed.
Then came that youthful allure.

Her round face possessed an innocent charm, her cheeks flushed with a subtle blush, making her appear exceptionally
sweet . Her bright, captivating eyes blinked gently, her eyelashes trembling slightly, creating a beautiful, almost pitiful allure.
Her small, delicate nose and cherry-red lips, though lacking any seductive allure,
exuded indescribable charm.

Her fair neck and bare, adorable little feet, clad in simple pajamas after a bath, imbued this young girl with
an indescribable sensuality. When she saw Yang Cun approaching, she trembled stiffly, her face flushing with embarrassment.
She bit her lowered her head, saying nothing.

"Are you the older sister or the younger sister?"

Yang Cun swallowed hard, his blood beginning to heat up. To be honest, the girl before him was
incredibly beautiful. That youthful, innocent sensuality made Yang Cun feel a stirring in his genitals.

"I...I..."

The girl blushed, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, trembling as she said, "I'm the older sister."

"What's your name? Is your younger sister sleeping outside?"

Yang Cun's heart tightened even more at her frail appearance, barely managing to suppress
the .

"I...I'm called An Qiao."

The girl trembled, looking at Yang Cun shyly and nervously, "My...my younger sister is called An Ning."

"How old are you?"

Yang Cun felt his bones soften at her soft voice and shy appearance.

"After my birthday, I'll be eighteen."

An Qiao trembled, her innocent and fearful appearance making her look much younger than her age. Both
sisters were thin and small; while not exactly underdeveloped, they looked far too young.

"Oh, why is she sleeping in my bed?"

Yang Cun swallowed hard, looking at the delicate beauty before him. He couldn't reconcile her with the dirty little
beggar . Her snow-white neck and delicate skin made her look nothing like a homeless, pitiful person
. She was eighteen, yet looked so young, more like a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl—petite and exquisite, with an undeniably
youthful face!

"My little sister must be sleepy,"

An Qiao said, her face flushed, her head bowed, not daring to look at Yang Cun. Her loose white dress accentuated
her sweetness and cuteness, especially after her bath, her bare face adding to her childlike innocence.

"Oh, then you two should rest early."

Yang Cun's mind was buzzing. He had intended to maintain a high-handed attitude and not frighten the poor girl, but the moment he turned away
, a wicked thought arose in his mind. Her shy image kept flashing through his mind, making his blood
run hot.

"Where are you going?"

An Qiao panicked as soon as she saw Yang Cun walking away. She immediately ran forward and grabbed Yang
Cun's sleeve with her delicate little hand.

"To sleep!"

Yang Cun felt the delicate touch against his skin through the thin clothing, and his mind went
blank He grabbed her soft, boneless hand and pulled the somewhat bewildered An Qiao toward the bed.

An Qiao blushed, nervously and uneasyly letting Yang Cun hold her hand. When they reached the bed,
she looked at her sleeping sister and her face turned even redder. Yang Cun blew out the candles in the room until only the dimmest one remained.
Turning around , he saw her still standing anxiously by the bed. In the dim light, the little cutie looked even more charming and innocent.
He couldn't help but swallow hard, and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I... Your Excellency..."

An Qiao's face was so low she almost dared not look up. Hesitantly, she glanced at Yang Cun nervously, then suddenly bit
her lip shyly. Under Yang Cun's gaze, she slowly sat on the bed, moved towards the surface, and slipped
under the covers, gently lying down next to her sister, burying her head in the blankets as well.

The huge nanmu bed was now barely half full even with the two sisters squeezing together. Seeing their two petite bodies
pressed tightly together, seemingly exuding an indescribable fragrance, Yang Cun felt his temples throbbing with excitement.
He immediately climbed onto the bed and lay down beside them.

The dimly lit room became so quiet that you could clearly hear a pin drop. A faint scent of a girl's body wafted in the air
. He could feel her warm body so close, and sensed one breath steady while
the other was rapid, as if she were nervous. Yang Cun's neck stiffened. He gritted his teeth, disregarding
the situation, and abruptly pulled back the covers, burrowing inside.

The natural warmth, along with some indescribable fragrance, made him even
feel . An Qiao seemed very nervous, her entire body stiffening. Yang
Cun, now overcome with lust, couldn't
resist hugged the petite, adorable girl tightly.

"Ah..."

An Qiao gasped softly, then quickly covered her mouth in alarm. It seemed to be the first time she had been
hugged by ; her normally supple body was now so stiff she dared not move.

“Come over here, sleep with me…”

Yang Cun’s mind went blank. A girl, this is a girl’s body! Even though she was still very inexperienced, the warmth, the
incredible softness, instantly gave Yang Cun an unprecedented stimulation. Even his corpora cavernosa were rapidly engorged with blood,
and in just a moment, his penis was as hard as iron.

An Qiao was so nervous that she didn’t dare to breathe, perhaps because her younger sister was sleeping peacefully beside her, she neither refused nor agreed.
Yang Cun couldn’t care less at this point, he grabbed another blanket, suddenly pulled An Qiao’s petite and light body
into the new blanket, and forcefully turned her over, holding her in his arms.

“You smell so good!”

Having lived a second life, this was the first time he had held a girl’s body, that unusual softness and warmth, feeling her nervous heartbeat
, Yang Cun was even more nervous than her.

"My lord, I...I want to sleep..."

An Qiao was so embarrassed she was incoherent, her breathing even a little disordered from nervousness.

"Let me hold you..."

Yang Cun said, his mind already in turmoil. He couldn't help but suddenly pull her into a tight embrace, kissing her cheek as she
trembled . His hands moved restlessly downwards, stopping at her soft waist.

"Ah..."

An Qiao felt as if she had been electrocuted, letting out a soft moan.

This soft moan was filled with indescribable tenderness. Yang Cun's eyes reddened even more, his already surging desire becoming somewhat
uncontrollable . His thieving hand suddenly reached down, placing it on her small, tender buttocks before she could resist. He
felt the touch was as soft as tofu, so soft it felt like it would melt her bones.

"No, ah..."

An Qiao murmured shyly, but with Yang Cun's instinctive kneading, she moaned again.

"Qiaoqiao, come here, let me kiss you!"

Yang Cun panted, unable to resist pressing down on her and haphazardly kissing her delicate, sweet face.

An Qiao instinctively and reservedly dodged the kisses, yet her body was weak and she dared not resist. She
knew nothing of matters between men and women, completely unable to understand why her body had become so hot and numb.

"Come on, don't move."

Yang Cun reluctantly removed his hands from her soft buttocks, then suddenly hugged her cute little face. To her surprise and
astonishment, he unexpectedly kissed her cherry-like lips.

An Qiao was a girl who knew nothing, her body stiffening, her hands gripping the blankets tightly, her teeth clenched
, her eyes wide open, seemingly having no idea what was happening. Yang Cun trembled with excitement. These
were a girl's lips! This sweet softness, accompanied by her naive reaction, intensified Yang Cun's desire,
but he was also afraid of frightening this pitiful girl.

"Are you scared?"

Yang Cun's body trembled with excitement as he kissed her soft, cherry-like lips, wantonly licking their delicate
fragrance. He felt the trembling in his lower body. For most of the day, An Qiao remained tightly closed, though her occasional low
moans were alluring. Her stiff reaction, however, was somewhat frustrating.

"I...I'm not..."

An Qiao's voice was almost inaudible. Looking up at this unfamiliar boy, his handsome
face, deep eyes, and gentle words, she felt a sudden, inexplicable comfort.

"Open your mouth, I want to kiss you properly!"

Yang Cun breathed heavily and lowered his head to kiss her again! An Qiao trembled, feeling a shiver run through her body. Unconsciously,
she opened her tightly closed teeth at Yang Cun's words.

As if driven by instinct, she immediately closed her beautiful eyes again in embarrassment.

A young girl's first kiss, her sweet fragrance, was incredibly soft and sweet. When his tongue slipped into her mouth,
both of them trembled. An Qiao had never imagined a kiss could taste so strange yet wonderful. Yang Cun
felt the same way; it was his first kiss. The moment his tongue entered her mouth, he could feel the stiffness and tension of her delicate
tongue . This innocent feeling was irresistible, arousing endless desire.

Her tongue was soft and smooth, and her mouth held an indescribable fragrance and allure! The moment Yang Cun captured this darling,
his eyes reddened instantly. He fiercely sucked and licked her tongue. Despite it being his first experience,
the instinctive drive and his extensive prior experience with pornography made it impossible for the naive An Qiao to resist.

As her stiff tongue helplessly enjoyed the teasing of desire, An Qiao couldn't help but pant,
letting out intermittent soft moans. Her once fair and lovely face was now flushed red. She still
shyly kept her eyes closed, but her small eyelashes trembled nervously. It wasn't hard to see that the lovely girl
was already feeling the wonderful sensation brought by the opposite sex in the face of this intense provocation.

A long kiss ensued, and the two kissed for the first time almost suffocated. The girl beneath him
began to moan uncomfortably in her hazy bliss. Yang Cun also felt a bit oxygen-deprived at this moment, and only then did he reluctantly lift
his head , licking the sweet taste from his lips, excitedly looking at the little cutie curled up beneath him.

An Qiao was now panting heavily, her small eyes closed, her face flushed with passion, her
cherry- as she breathed rapidly. This appearance made her even more charming and alluring, and Yang Cun's heart itch again. Watching her lie down,
her small breasts rose and fell with her breath, the round curves even more captivating, he couldn't help but reach out and press his hands on her petite and
slender shoulders.

An Qiao trembled instantly, slightly opening her eyes. Seeing Yang Cun's eyes redden, she felt both ashamed and frightened. Swallowing
hard, she looked at Yang Cun with innocent and pitiful eyes, a gaze that nearly drove him
mad. Before she could adjust, he pounced on her, kissing her snow-white, smooth neck.

"Ah..."

An Qiao felt a sudden shiver run through her body, unable to control herself, letting out a soft "ah." But seemingly afraid of being heard by her younger sister, she
immediately covered her mouth with her small hand, shyly and fearfully enduring the tickling sensation on her neck and the indescribable feeling.

"Ugh..."

An Qiao tried to cover her lips, but the unprecedented
pleasure left her mind blank. Yang Cun, savoring the fresh scent of her after her bath, became even more excited. As she
trembled almost stiffly, he forcefully left several more kiss marks on her snow-white neck.

The almost maddening sweetness made Yang Cun lose control.
His lower body was so hard it felt like it was about to explode; his manhood had never been so hard, feeling like every inch of it was filled with excited blood. It felt like it would burst if he didn't release it soon
. Yang Cun panted, kissing her neck fiercely while his hands reached up and played with the hem of her clothes.

"My lord..."

In An Qiao's dazed and weak murmurs, when she came to her senses, her weak little arms were already being
roughly taken up by Yang Cun! The girl suddenly felt a chill on her upper body. Before she could react, her loose top had been
easily pulled off by Yang Cun and carelessly thrown aside.

"Ah..."

The girl immediately closed her eyes in embarrassment, her small hands instinctively covering her lovely exposed breasts.

"Be good, let me see."

Yang Cun swallowed hard. Although he wanted to be gentle, it was his first time, and he couldn't suppress his impulse.
He roughly pulled her soft hands away, and when he saw her small body, his breathing became rapid, and his
mind went blank.

"You..."

The girl's hands were held firmly by Yang Cun. At this moment, she could no longer protect her breasts. Seeing Yang Cun's
burning gaze sweeping over her naked body, she was both ashamed and anxious, and her words became incoherent. Her

skin was whiter than snow and smoother than jade. Such delicate skin seemed to be sculpted from ice and snow. Her small breasts, though
not large, were round and full, especially alluring. Two tiny, rice-grain-sized nipples
, a pinkish hue that made one want to swallow them whole, rose and fell with her breath. Her slender waist, tense with
nervousness , made these not-so-devilish breasts incredibly alluring.

"So beautiful!"

Yang Cun couldn't help but swallow hard, then abruptly lowered his head to kiss her lovely collarbone, feeling her
breasts rubbing against his neck. The elastic softness, the unique tenderness of a girl, made Yang Cun
so excited he almost fainted.

"Master, please don't..."

An Qiao suddenly became anxious, letting out a soft moan, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.

Talking to a man about reason at this moment was utter nonsense! Yang Cun was no longer listening to her words; this childish, sweet
voice was like an aphrodisiac, further stimulating his desire. After kissing her collarbone
a few times, Yang Cun couldn't resist moving his hand slightly downwards, biting her adorable, tender breasts. The instant, intoxicating fragrance
almost made him drunk.

"No, no, today... ah..."

An Qiao gasped, her usually obedient and docile voice now tinged with a hint of tears.
Despite Yang Cun's firm grip on her hands, she began to twist and resist.

"What, you don't want to?"

Although Yang Cun was extremely excited, her fierce resistance made him feel a little disappointed. Even though he hadn't yet
tasted the beauty of those tender breasts, seeing the girl's eyes reddening, he began to feel a pang of pity.

"I...I..."

An Qiao saw Yang Cunzhen stop, and her eyes trembled slightly with embarrassment. However, facing Yang Cunzhen's
burning gaze, she dared not look directly at him. She lowered her head, panting slightly, and said in a barely audible voice, "I...um, I got my period
..."

"Period?"

Yang Cunzhen's mind went blank for a moment. When he realized what she meant, he gritted his teeth in hatred. So she was talking about her period, the most
hated relative by men all over the world.

"Yes, I...I really got it..."

Seeing Yang Cunzhen remain silent, An Qiao became anxious and almost cried, "I...I don't believe you, feel it..."

After saying that, she turned her head away, her face flushed, not daring to say anything more.

"Touch?"

Yang Cun was already quite aroused. He instinctively reached for her crotch, stopping at that supposedly alluring triangle
. Instead of the allure of her body, he felt a thick, solid texture. His mind went blank. In ancient times,
girls covered their menstrual areas with thick cloth. Could she really be menstruating?

"I...I, um, it's really here..."

An Qiao's voice trembled. It was the first time a boy had touched such a sensitive spot,
and her heart was pounding with nervousness.

"Damn it, no way!"

Yang Cun couldn't help but curse, his mind buzzing. Was he really going to have sex with her during her period? He
'd already done all the foreplay, and now she was telling him she was menstruating? This was utterly humiliating.

In ancient times, women didn't have sex during their periods, not because they knew it would harm their bodies,
but because traditional beliefs considered menstruation and childbirth to be unclean. In general, it was considered
very unlucky for men, depleting their yang energy. So even when women give birth or have their periods, they dare not let their husbands
see. In fact, they are often more concerned about this than men, after all, this is an era of male superiority and female inferiority.

"Sigh..."

Yang Cun was dumbfounded, his mind went blank, but his eyes couldn't help but move to the side. An Ning
was curled up in the quilt next to him! Although he couldn't see clearly, he estimated that her figure was about the same as his sister's. Since An
Qiao had "that" time, it couldn't be such a coincidence that An Ning had also had it! Sisters, teenage sisters...

As soon as the wicked thought surfaced in his mind, Yang Cun felt his blood heat up, his lust was so strong that he was going crazy
!

Chapter 4, Unrestrained Lewdness

"My lord..."

An Qiao seemed to see through Yang Cun's thoughts, and said tremblingly and cautiously, "My sister and I were
born on the same day, and she is also menstruating now, she can't..."

Virgin... Does my virginity have to be so difficult? Yang Cun was on the verge of tears. Although
he been consumed by lust and had harbored improper thoughts towards the pitiful girl before him, she didn't seem too
resistant. But why did she have to do this at the crucial moment? It was practically torture!

Yang Cun's lower body remained as hard as iron. Seeing An Qiao's flushed face and pitiful gaze, her innocent
appearance only fueled his anger. He was already considering whether it was necessary to commit such a heinous act. His mind raced
with all sorts of chaotic thoughts. Looking at the delicate body beneath him, Yang Cun felt his throat go dry
. He was starting to lose control, wishing he could just abandon these tender, affectionate gestures and rape her or
the little An Ling beside her.

"My lord, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

An Qiao seemed to realize Yang Cun's anger was intense, her voice becoming urgent.

"An Qiao..."

Looking at her pitiful appearance, Yang Cun finally couldn't bring himself to harden his heart. He slowly knelt down,
lightly kissing her trembling lips. Seeing her frightened expression, he whispered, "Don't be afraid. I was
too reckless today and scared you..."

"Ah?"

Hearing these gentle and considerate words, and seeing the tenderness in Yang Cun's eyes, An Qiao was stunned for a moment.
Surprised, she felt a shy yet inexplicable joy.

"Sigh..."

Yang Cun sighed, unsure of what to say. This was the first time he had met this girl. They had
encountered so much in the dilapidated temple tonight; she was probably already terrified. Now, she had been inexplicably molested by him. No matter
how his behavior was truly beastly.

"Y-what's wrong?"

An Qiao's lips trembled. Seeing Yang Cun's sighing expression, she suddenly looked like a child who had done something wrong,
her big eyes filled with apprehension and fear.

"It's okay, I'll hold you while we sleep, alright?"

As Yang Cun spoke, he gazed reluctantly at her trembling, adorable breasts, swallowing hard. He wanted to play with them,
to suckle them, but fearing he would be consumed by lust, he had to suppress his intense urge.

"Okay!"

An Qiao blushed instantly, glancing shyly at Yang Cun before obediently nodding. In this
era that valued physical intimacy, such closeness was already excessive. According to traditional thinking, the young girl now considered
herself Yang Cun's person.

"I want to sleep naked..."

Yang Cun felt as if his entire body was on fire; even the soft silk robes felt incredibly uncomfortable against his skin
. He didn't care whether the girl beneath him was a virgin or not, and straightened up, roughly stripping himself naked.

"Ah..."

An Qiao seemed surprised by Yang Cun's sudden action. When she saw a naked man for the first time, her face flushed,
and she couldn't help but scream.

His tall, well-proportioned body, while lacking exaggerated muscles, was far from
frail . His strong, powerful arms and lean yet incredibly muscular physique completely stunned the young girl, her eyes filled with a
mixture of shyness and curiosity, yet she dared not look.

His pubic hair was thick and dark, and his engorged penis, thick and long, throbbing with bulging
veins menacing, was striking. Yang Cun was somewhat surprised
. Before, on the mountain, he hadn't seen a single bird feather, and when his body was weak, he didn't even have morning erections. Now, when erect, it was
nearly eighteen centimeters long—not too thick, but still larger than the average Asian man's. He hadn't realized he
had such an impressive physique before.

"Let's sleep!"

Yang Cun said, immediately lying down. With a strong pull, he drew the lithe, kitten-like An Qiao into his arms,
feeling the warmth of her body and the sensation of her soft breasts nestled against his armpit. His lower body involuntarily throbbed with excitement
.

"Oh, okay..."

An Qiao hadn't yet recovered from her shyness, and when she realized she was nestled in Yang Cun's arms, she was speechless
.

"Come here, let me hold you tight,"

Yang Cun said, one hand already stroking her silky back, feeling its smooth texture. His
other hand grasped her small hand, unsure where to put it, gently holding its delicate softness while
irresistibly caressing its tender flesh.

"Mmm, mmm..."

An Qiao responded shyly, looking up at Yang Cun with teary eyes. Being held so intimately by a man for the first time
, with her upper body naked, her heart was pounding uncontrollably; how could she possibly fall asleep peacefully?

They lay quietly for a short while, their hearts pounding. Yang Cun soon couldn't restrain himself any longer. His previously
restrained hands uncontrollably reached for her tender body, causing An Qiao to tremble. Yang Cun's palms slowly covered
her soft breasts. The instant his hands touched them, the softness, the elasticity, the fullness—it was irresistible.
He began to gently knead them.

"Mmm..."

An Qiao trembled, breathing softly. Although her instinctive restraint made her want to protect her breasts, her misty eyes
glanced at Yang Cun, and for some reason, she stopped herself.

"Turn around, let me touch you properly."

Yang Cun's breathing was a little rapid, but with her curled up in his arms, the position was a little awkward. Without further ado, he
turned An Qiao's petite body around, making her face away from him, and his hands went directly under her armpits, grasping those—
adorable little breasts.

"You are..."

An Qiao murmured shyly, the rough hands kneading her breasts, sometimes roughly, sometimes gently, almost making her lose
her ability to think. A hard object pressed against her buttocks through the fabric, causing her to tremble. She felt both shy and curious, but dared
not ask.

"You smell so good!"

Yang Cun breathed heavily, kneading her breasts while kissing her fragrant hair and the back of her neck, his desire
surging uncontrollably once more.

"Master, I'm a little itchy..."

An Qiao's breathing quickened again. Even though her small body was limp and at Yang Cun's mercy
, she couldn't help trembling as she spoke.

"Good Qiao Qiao, let Master feel good, okay?"

As Yang Cun spoke, his hands, in a moment of excitement, couldn't help but squeeze harder, kneading her lovely, tender breasts.

An Qiao groaned in pleasure. Even though her back was to Yang Cun, she closed her eyes, too ashamed to look directly at
the devilish hands groping her breasts.

"Does it feel good? Be a good girl and listen to me."

Yang Cun suddenly became excited, kissing her snow-white shoulders passionately as he spoke, panting,
"Don't worry about anything else, as long as you obey, I'll feel very good!"

"Okay, okay..."

An Qiao trembled, her words already incoherent. Her tender breasts were being played with, and when Yang Cun's fingers pressed...
When he touched her tiny nipple, the electric shock-like sensation made her whole body convulse instinctively. The subtle sensations transmitted through her cells
almost drove her to the brink of collapse.

"Good girl, you're so good..."

Yang Cun said, unable to suppress his surging lust. He pulled a silk handkerchief from the bedside table and,
under her shy, confused, yet obedient gaze, slowly blindfolded her.

"Master, what are you... doing?"

Deprived of her sight, her body seemed to become even more sensitive in an instant. When her eyes were completely covered, An Qiao's
voice trembled even more violently. Without sight, the sensation of those strange hands caressing her body became even clearer.

"Good girl, stick out your tongue..."

Yang Cun looked at her cherry-like mouth opening and closing as she spoke, and he was already starting to lose control. He slowly moved
his body , gently moving it to her tender breasts. One hand grasped his already rock-hard penis, his eyes red with anticipation
for that soft, rosy little tongue.

"Oh..."

An Qiao seemed to sense something. Although her heart was beating faster, she obediently opened her small mouth and slowly extended her
delicate, rosy tongue.

"Okay, like this..."

Yang Cun held his already hard, almost explosive penis and stroked
it He swallowed hard and tentatively slapped his penis against her rosy tongue. The
soft and wonderful touch, even with just a simple contact, almost made Yang Cun ejaculate.

"Ah..."

An Qiao hummed indistinctly, her whole body trembling with surprise. The sensations in her body, the touch on her tongue,
sent messages that surprised her so much that her mind went blank. Could that thing touching her tongue be...?

"Good girl, don't move... um, like this."

Yang Cun was panting almost frantically, gently coaxing her. Seeing how obedient An Qiao was, he couldn't help but rub the head of his penis
against her soft tongue. The sensitive areas brought him sensory pleasure, making Yang Cun gasp in ecstasy.

"Ugh..."

An Qiao's mind was vaguely aware of something, but she was too ashamed to think about it. In her confused state, she felt
that round, slightly angular, hard object gently rubbing against her little tongue a few times, slowly slipping into her
mouth.

"Don't move, be good, don't bite, open your mouth..."

Yang Cun looked excitedly at the object beneath him, his huge penis rubbing against her cute little tongue. The incomparable
feeling was indescribable.

"Ugh..."

An Qiao whimpered in surprise. Her tongue had been sticking out for a long time, and her mouth began to stiffen. Her mouth instinctively secreted more and
more saliva, and she vaguely knew what the strange-tasting thing was. However, at this moment, her whole body was
weak, and she could not resist this strange stimulation that left her with only her senses, without sight.

"Be good, open your mouth, yes..."

Yang Cun's eyes were red with excitement, and his hands gently stroked her delicate little face. His lower body slowly thrust forward
, watching his glans gradually enter the girl's cute cherry-like mouth. Seeing her innocent face holding
his glans, the visual impact was so intense that Yang Cun was almost speechless with pleasure.

"Ah, like that, yes..."

Yang Cun gasped comfortably. The sensation of his glans entering the girl's mouth, feeling
the movement made the second-
generation virgin Yang Cun feel like he was about to faint.

"Baby, it feels so good..."

Yang Cun took a deep breath, controlling his almost irresistible urge to ejaculate.

Looking down at his glans being held by such a pure and lovely girl, seeing her cute red lips tightly holding
his penis, the superior position, the moment he straddled her, created an indescribable stimulation.

An Qiao swallowed more and more saliva with difficulty; the strong taste of the man in her mouth almost made her
faint . Although her vision was temporarily deprived, the young girl clearly knew what she was holding in her mouth. Despite
her instinctive shyness, Yang Cun's every word was like a demonic chant piercing her brain, making her weak all over. She had no idea
how to refuse this pleasure that made her so ashamed she almost fainted.

"Come on, tongue, move it..."

Yang Cun hummed comfortably, gently stroking her face with one hand while his other hand couldn't resist grabbing her
small arm and slowly guiding her small hand towards his manhood.

"Ugh..."

An Qiao hummed softly in her daze. When her soft little hand grasped his huge manhood, she instinctively tightened her muscles
, but Yang Cun didn't give her that chance. He forcefully grabbed her small hand and held his manhood tightly, thrusting his hips forward
and pressing it against her mouth.

"Good girl, just like that, move it a little, I feel very good."

Yang Cun panted heavily, continuing to tempt An Qiao, grabbing her small hand and slowly moving it in and out. Although her small hands were stiff
and how to move, the softness of the young girl's hands, combined with
the stimulation from the hot, moist sensation of her stiff mouth, still made Yang Cun moan softly in pleasure.

An Qiao was so nervous that her hands almost cramped. Although she couldn't see, she knew perfectly well what Yang Cun was doing
and what was in her mouth. The young and innocent girl, though not understanding the pleasures of men and women, knew how to be modest
and shameful . But for some reason, Yang Cun's words were seducing her, leaving her mind blank and making
her forget even the basic act of refusal.

Her delicate little hands, with skin as smooth as silk, were slightly stiff at the knuckles,
and even grasping his manhood seemed a little strained, light and weak, yet alluringly alluring.
Yang Cun groaned softly, savoring this indescribable sensation. His glans was inside her mouth; even though she didn't know how
to suck or lick, the intensely hot, moist sensation was enough to make Yang Cun close his eyes,
his breathing so rapid it felt like his heart couldn't keep up.

So hot! An Qiao's eyes were covered, her mouth filled with that enormous thing, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.
Her body temperature soared like a rocket, and she felt an inexplicable heat.

The unusual smell emanating from her mouth inexplicably aroused her, filling her with a mixture of extreme unease
and excitement.

"Stick out your tongue..."

Yang Cun was so comfortable he could barely breathe. Watching the sweet, adorable girl sucking on his glans, the visual stimulation
from above made every hair on his body tremble uncontrollably.

"Mmm..."

An Qiao gasped softly, and upon hearing Yang Cun's words, she offered no resistance. She let out a soft moan, slowly
releasing his glans, and shyly extended her cute, rosy tongue.

"Yes, just like that."

Yang Cun, panting heavily, gripped his penis, pressing the glans against her soft, warm tongue, and began to gently
rub . The softness and warmth of the girl's tongue, the sensory stimulation mixed with psychological stimulation, made Yang Cun so comfortable that
his legs, which were squatting, almost cramped.

"Lick it!"

Yang Cun felt good for a while, but seeing the cute girl so nervous she didn't dare move an inch, he was
no satisfied with such simple rubbing.

"How do I lick it?"

An Qiao was getting a little uncomfortable from sticking her tongue out for so long, and her cheeks were producing a lot of saliva. She swallowed lightly
and asked instinctively and shyly.

The sight of the girl swallowing and instinctively licking the saliva
was Yang Cun. His mind went blank for a moment, and he said breathlessly, "Like when you eat candy, kiss it with your lips and
lick it with your tongue, understand?"

An Qiao shrank back shyly, neither agreeing nor saying anything, seemingly too embarrassed to speak. This shy appearance
, combined with the blush on her face, made her even more charming. Yang Cun's mind was instantly burning hot, and he immediately
placed the head of his penis against her lips again, looking at the cute girl beneath him with anticipation.

An Qiao hesitated for a moment, but finally mustered her courage. Thinking of the feeling of eating candied hawthorns as a child, her small, tender
tongue stiffened and trembled as she tentatively licked the head of his penis. Yang Cun felt so good he felt like his bones were about to fall apart. He
groaned and excitedly said, "Yes, like that, lick it with your tongue..."

An Qiao remained shy and didn't speak, but obediently licked it twice more. Yang Cun struck while the iron was hot, teaching her
to hold his penis with her small hands, then his glans pressed impatiently against her lips. The girl stiffened, struggled
a few times, but couldn't pull her hands away, only nervously gripping the thick, hard object in her palm.

"Come on, move like that..."

Yang Cun was sweating profusely with excitement, teaching her to use her small hands to move him while urging her mouth to cooperate.
Although he lacked practical experience, having watched so many pornographic films and memorized them, he was fully qualified to train this
clueless little cutie.

Suppressing his burning desire and impulse, he patiently guided her, occasionally enduring the pain of her teeth accidentally
scraping against . Yet even this couldn't mask the immense psychological stimulation and visual pleasure. An Qiao
, though silent, was truly obedient. Shy and nervous, she listened to Yang Cun's words, carefully sucking and teasing him
.

Her soft little tongue began to lick and tease his penis, gliding over the long, thick shaft, then obediently sucking on
the glans and urethral opening. Even with gentle pressure, the stimulation was even more intense.

Yang Cun felt his waist go limp with pleasure, his legs parted, kneeling beside her pillow, hands on the edge of the bed, arching his back, trying to get
his glans back into her mouth to feel that warm, wet sensation.

"Ugh..."

An Qiao felt her mouth filled again, the man's heavy breathing in her ear, his breath
pattering against her face! This unprecedented feeling had robbed her of her ability to think. She instinctively began
to suckle and hold the strange, alluring object in her mouth.

"Yes, like that, come on, don't move..."

Yang Cun gasped, but being a virgin, he couldn't withstand such intense stimulation.
He felt a chill run through his body, his waist began to cramp, and his body
trembled .

"Don't move, or it will be very uncomfortable..."

Yang Cun's voice was hoarse as he spoke, gritting his teeth to endure the almost soul-shattering
pleasure. He cupped An Qiao's head in his hands, rubbing his glans against her tongue while rapidly thrusting his hand in and out
.

"Ugh, hum..."

An Qiao didn't know what was happening, but seemed to vaguely sense something.

Initially a little uneasy, she immediately obediently allowed Yang Cun's glans to rub against her mouth, instinctively extending
her small tongue, trembling and actively licking Yang Cun's sensitive glans.

"Ah..."

A jolt, as if electrocuted, coursed through his body, every cell throbbing violently at the same time.
When that soft little tongue, curious yet shy, probed the tip of his penis, Yang Cun's mind went blank,
his soul .

He felt his body convulsing uncontrollably, every muscle stiff
and unresponsive. In an instant, the intense stimulation made the nerves in his groin feel like they were about to snap. In his blank
mind , he felt a wonderful, chilling shiver, and the world went completely blank,
his vision going black, so pleasurable he could barely see anything.

"Don't...don't move..."

Yang Cun roughly pressed down on her swaying head. With each twitch of his mind, his glans opened wide, and in
a wave of ecstasy that felt like his soul was about to collapse, streams of hot semen, the semen that had been pent up for over ten years,
erupted powerfully from that pure, sweet mouth.

One stream, two streams, three streams... Although not afraid, An Qiao didn't understand what was happening. She only felt something sticky
coming , hot and fishy. The taste wasn't disgusting, but it was very strange.

The girl sobbed, curious and confused, but helplessly unable to open her eyes to see what was going on.

After holding back for over ten years, this was Yang Cun's first ejaculation, and the amount seemed a bit excessive. As his thrusting slowed,
squeezing out the last drop of semen, he felt so pleasurable that he saw stars. An Qiao, however, groaned in discomfort
. Her cute little mouth couldn't hold so much semen; a little milky white fluid began
to trickle down her face from between her lips.

"Ah..."

Yang Cun groaned comfortably, shifting his stiff legs and managing to stand up a little higher. When he pulled his
glans out of her mouth, he looked down at the beautiful scene before him, and his mind went blank again,
swallowing hard with excitement.

An Qiao's slightly damp hair lay scattered on the sheets, her fair skin
flushed and glistening with sweat, exuding a captivating aura. Her eyes were covered by a silk scarf,
revealing a small face that was flushed and incredibly alluring. She was panting heavily, her mouth agape, seemingly unable to close completely. It was clear
that her cherry-like lips were filled with his milky-white semen, some
of it making Yang Cun's desire burn even hotter.

"Good girl, swallow it..."

Although Yang Cun's body was weak and trembling, he still gently stroked her face, still covered in his semen, feeling
the girl's shy, burning heat.

His voice was low and deep, almost hypnotic. An Qiao trembled slightly, seemingly unsure of the
strange taste in her mouth. She hesitated for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, but obediently closed her mouth, her throat moving
slightly before she opened it again. Now, she had swallowed all the semen from her cherry-like lips, making her alluring
lips appear innocent and pure.

"Come on, there's more..."

Yang Cun was almost going crazy with excitement, immediately placing his still-semen-covered penis back into her mouth. An Qiao
let out a soft moan, then obediently took the glans into her mouth, sucking it gently, her stiff little tongue shyly licking
it .

Even after she had licked away all the semen, Yang Cun's penis, which had already ejaculated once, remained rock hard. However,
his lustful urges had subsided considerably, so he quickly used a silk handkerchief to wipe the semen from her mouth and face before slowly
removing the handkerchief that had been covering her eyes.

"My lord, is it...is it done?"

An Qiao was too ashamed to open her eyes, her voice soft and trembling, so delicate and weak it was heartbreaking.

"It's done, An Qiao is so good."

Yang Cun smiled contentedly. He wanted to kiss her cheek, but remembering
the semen still on her pure and sweet face, he abandoned the idea and instead kissed her cute and beautiful breasts, causing the girl to
tremble all over.

"I...can I go wash my face..."

An Qiao shyly opened her eyes, curling up like a kitten, her little hands instinctively protecting her cute
chest, her face flushed, not daring to look at Yang Cun, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Why do you need to wash your face?"

Yang Cun was really fond of her, immediately stroking her little face with a lewd smile.

"My face is sticky..."

An Qiao had never been teased like this before, and immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, saying shyly, "And my mouth...
is sticky and dry too..."

"Okay, but you have to hurry!"

Yang Cunxin softened, and immediately picked up her small and cute body under her shyly peeking,
draped his jacket over her bare upper body, and carefully instructed, "Go and come back quickly, I want to hold you to sleep tonight!"

An Qiao looked at Yang Cunxin with embarrassment and a little shyness, took off her almost weak legs,
tightly wrapped the huge jacket around her body, swayed her cute little bottom, and ran behind the screen again.

Yang Cunxin comfortably lay down on the window, closed his eyes and felt this indescribable beauty. A virgin for two lifetimes, does
this count as graduation? But thinking about An Qiao's cute face, it seems pretty good to get her to give him oral sex. As the sperm
slowly returned to his testicles, Yang Cun's mind became a little confused again. Although An Qiao was young, she was already a
budding beauty. Why was she hanging out with her sister in that dilapidated temple?

Just as Yang Cun's mind was slightly dazed, An Qiao returned after washing up. Seeing Yang Cun lying
naked on the bed, his huge thing gradually calming down, her face immediately
turned red. Her hand stiffly picked up a still-warm silk handkerchief and timidly asked, "Would you like to wipe yourself...?"

"You wipe yourself for me."

Seeing her delicate and cute appearance, Yang Cun's heart was filled with a wicked thought again. He deliberately lazily thrust his buttocks forward
, letting her clearly see the huge thing that had just been ravaging her mouth.

"Hmm..."

An Qiao's face turned even redder. She looked at Yang Cun with embarrassment and a bit of coquettishness. Her body hesitated slightly, then she
lowered her head and slowly climbed onto the bed. Her trembling little hands held the warm silk handkerchief and gently stroked Yang Cun's messy crotch.

"Mmm..."

Yang Cun shuddered with pleasure, not only from the soft touch of her small hand on his skin, but also from her
shy yet charmingly coquettish appearance.

"What's wrong?"

An Qiao was startled, looking at Yang Cun anxiously, thinking she had been clumsy and hurt him.

"It's nothing, little darling, wipe carefully..."

Yang Cun chuckled lewdly, his hand wandering to her firm yet soft thigh, giving it a gentle pinch
.

"Mmm..."

An Qiao blushed, enduring the strange tingling sensation on her thigh, taking a deep breath before gently grasping his
now limp member with her small hand, carefully wiping it with a warm silk towel.

She was both shy and curious, embarrassed yet unable to resist examining it closely, seemingly wondering why his
large member had shrunk, no longer as thick and menacing as it had been in her mouth.

Recalling the taste, the foreign object she had swallowed, and the unprecedented heat, An Qiao's body went limp.
She glanced at it shyly, then quickly told herself not to think about it anymore, continuing to carefully wipe herself clean. This thing, which had never been in her mind before...
A massive object, seen before but never touched.

He wiped it for a while, initially enjoying the rubbing, but then it started to hurt. Yang Cun
snatched the silk handkerchief from her hand, which was almost chafing his glans, and tossed it aside. Seeing the girl's obedient yet shy
gaze peeking at him, he couldn't resist suddenly pulling her into a hug and falling onto the bed together.

Letting this adorable little thing sleep in his arms first, Yang Cun pulled up the blanket, covering both of them
. An Qiao, blushing, curled up shyly in Yang Cun's arms, almost burying her head in the blanket; her
adorable appearance was even more captivating! Yang Cun immediately leaned close to her ear and kissed her reddened ear, whispering, "
Take off your top; it'll be more comfortable to sleep like this!"

"Then I'll go blow out the candles first..."

An Qiao hesitated, even though her upper body had already been stripped naked, the thought of undressing herself made the young girl, experiencing
her first stirrings of love very shy.

"No, you take it off first, I won't look, okay?"

Yang Cun used both soft and hard tactics, and An Qiao finally obediently took off the large jacket under the covers, shyly covering
her

embraced each other, silent and speechless. The shy girl kept her face red and dared not raise her head, but her sweet breath blowing
under his armpits made Yang Cun feel a little ticklish. He gently stroked her soft hair, holding such a soft and warm body, and couldn't help but
ask with some pity, "An Qiao, did I scare you tonight?"

An Qiao remained silent, hesitating for a moment, but then shook her head.

"Hmm, then let's sleep!"

Seeing that she didn't speak and seemed to yawn slightly, Yang Cun immediately hugged her tightly and said softly
, "From now on, you are my woman, and I will treat you well."

"Hmm!"

The girl's body stiffened for a moment, and after a long while, a soft murmur came from under the covers.

"Turn around, it feels good to be held like that."

Yang Cun held her fragrant body, his desire had subsided, but he soon felt a stirring of
longing .

"Okay."

Her voice was as sweet as a nightingale's, and the slightly sleepy An Qiao obediently hummed in agreement, immediately turning around to lean against Yang Cun's
chest , feeling the man's warmth and strength. The blush on her face deepened.

In the dark bed, Yang Cun's thieving hands couldn't resist touching her slender waist and began
to roam . Amid An Qiao's rapid breathing, his hands slowly reached her lovely, tender breasts, his rough palms covering them
, gently kneading and savoring the elasticity and youthful innocence of her body.

His rough hands rubbed against her sensitive areas, and An Qiao gradually began to pant, but she obediently allowed Yang
Cun's advances.

The sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn, and the candlelight that had burned all night slowly went out. As the weakness in her body turned into
exhaustion, the girl couldn't resist the onslaught of sleep and drifted off into a deep slumber. At that moment, the hand on her chest felt as if it were
warming her heart, making her sleep especially soundly; she hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

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