【The Demon King】(Episodes 6-8) Author: Laughter of a Coffin?

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[The Demon King] Episode 6 , Chapter

1: A Night of Double Flight
Full, firm breasts, beautifully rounded, with white flesh, exuded a milky fragrance that could almost make one faint
. The small nipples were like beautiful cherries, pink and tender with a delicate charm. Yang Cun simply took one into his mouth, and
in an instant, the unique fragrance of a virgin seemed to fill his mouth, more intoxicating than the finest wine, making Yang Cun's
consciousness almost blur for a moment.

"Ah, it tickles, don't..." An Ning's face immediately flushed red, and her stiff body couldn't help but
shiver . Her breathing was already slightly erratic, and she shyly turned her head away, barely daring to look
at Yang Cun's head buried against her chest.

"It's not just itchy, is it?" Yang Cun hummed indistinctly, his hands grabbing her cute little breasts
and kneading them incessantly, caressing these still-inexperienced little treasures. His mouth
roamed back and forth over her two adorable nipples, sometimes teasingly biting them with his teeth, sometimes gently squeezing them with his tongue, greedily savoring the
unique reaction of a virgin.

"Sister, don't, don't grab my hands... ah..." Young An Ning suddenly let out an uncontrollable moan,
her voice low and slightly hoarse, sounding like both crying and pleasure. Her little head was buzzing; the stimulation from the man's
rough almost made her breathless.

"Ning'er, is it comfortable?" An Qiao, who had initially been a little jealous, saw her younger sister's tense expression
gradually replaced by a hazy, passionate one. She gently released her sister's hands, hugged her delicate body from behind, and
said softly, "Listen to your sister, don't be afraid, don't be nervous."

"Ning'er's body smells so good..." Yang Cun snorted, his eyes red, and couldn't help but roughly push An Ning
down onto the bed. His entire head was almost buried in her tender breasts, shamelessly savoring the girl's virginity,
licking her sexy collarbone and snow-white breasts, wishing he could swallow this adorable treasure whole.

"Ah, good, ooh..." An Ning's breathing became even more rapid, her face flushed red, and even her
adorable little ears turned bright red. She wanted to cover her chest with her hands, but at this moment, her bones
felt like they were melting. The special feeling made her body restless, so comfortable that she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger
.

Just as An Ning was overwhelmed by the tide of desire, she suddenly felt a slight chill on her lower body. Instinctively, she pulled
her legs together and exclaimed, "Ah, sister, what are you doing?" Yang Cun looked down and saw that An Qiao
had already taken off An Ning's only covering, her underpants, and was looking at him with a tender yet slightly jealous gaze.

"Qiao Qiao is such a good girl." Yang Cun felt a pang of guilt. He had truly forgotten his old love for someone new.
He had been so focused on caressing An Ning, neglecting this sweet and adorable girl. He quickly sat up and
pulled An Qiao's still-warm body into his arms, kissing her lips as he said, moved, "You're so good to me, I
love you so much!"

"You...you should stay with Ning'er..." An Qiao's expression softened, and she gave a shy "humph" to
appear magnanimous. But Yang Cun wasn't about to grant her wish. His lustful hands expertly reached for her breasts, grasping and
kneading her tender nipples. An Qiao's body went limp instantly, and she let out a soft moan before leaning obediently against Yang Cun's
chest .

"Ning'er, my darling, you come too!" Yang Cun's mind was buzzing with excitement. He pulled
An Ning's now boneless body into his arms with his left hand, and of course, he didn't hesitate to grab and
knead her tender breasts! Looking at these two beautiful twin sisters in his arms, Yang Cun was so happy that he felt
dizzy, and even a little couldn't believe that what he was seeing was real.

"Don't be like this..." An Qiao gasped passionately, and also shyly scolded him. In the arms of the
same man, the two sisters looked at each other, and his strange hands were touching her restlessly. Her body
trembled slightly, and she was ashamed to be seen by her sister in this state.

"I... ah..." An Ning was extremely embarrassed, but the wonderful feeling on her chest made
her too weak to resist. Before she could even utter a shy word, Yang Cun's fierce kiss completely dazed her
. Apart from occasionally moaning with her eyes closed, the teasing of her tongue was enough to leave her mind
blank .

With a beautiful woman on each arm and a vibrant little beauty sitting on his lap, Yang Cun was extremely busy. His eyes, filled with lust, darted left and right,
unable to tell whether An Ning was prettier or An Qiao was more alluring. He held one of their beautiful, tender breasts in each hand
, their plumpness and softness irresistible. To keep his girlfriends from being shy, he kissed
and caressed them back and forth. He was so busy that Yang Cun wished he could be a workaholic for the rest of his life.

After a long period of caressing, at the cost of being covered in sweat, he had aroused his girlfriends to the point of ecstasy. After acknowledging this
absurd reality, Yang Cun could no longer suppress his surging lust. He slowly brought their little heads close to
his eyes, panting heavily and saying with reddened eyes, "Come on, babies, stick out your tongues together, let me taste them."

Anning and Anqiao's eyes were already filled with passionate mist, their faces flushed with desire as they breathed softly at each other. They exchanged a
shy glance, and Anqiao gave Yang Cun a coquettish look, closed her eyes, and slightly opened her mouth, sticking out her rosy
and delicate little tongue. Anning trembled at the sight, closed her eyes, and imitated her sister, sticking out her nervous and
awkward little tongue. With increasingly rapid breathing, she awaited the erotic event that she dared not imagine.

Two such lovely and charming girls, completely naked, extended their little tongues for him to taste. Seeing
the blush of desire on their youthful faces, and just smelling the fragrance from their rapid breathing, made Yang Cun feel like
his blood vessels were about to explode. His mind was buzzing, and he lost the ability to think. Instinctively, he leaned
forward , gently licking An Ning's tongue. Feeling her tremble, he instinctively tried to pull back, but immediately
grabbed her tightly, sucking wildly until she almost fainted.

He did the same to An Qiao. The air thick with desire made the two girls increasingly unrestrained, allowing
Yang Cun to so obscenely and boldly savor their fragrant mouths, licking their tongues back and forth,
drawing out a thin, transparent thread of eroticism with each tremor. Gradually, in a state of blissful infatuation, they began to moan softly and respond slightly
, trembling in response to Yang Cun's teasing, their delicate tongues actively welcoming him.

Their breaths almost brushed against each other's pores, the increasingly hot temperature of the air making them...
Their bodies flushed a beautiful, rosy hue. Under Yang Cun's tutelage, the two young girls became increasingly unrestrained. After a series of intoxicating, wet kisses
with their eyes closed , Yang Cun's mind was filled with wicked thoughts. He led the girls
to kiss him as well, their three tongues intertwining in an extremely obscene group kiss. He enjoyed the gentle caresses of their delicate
tongues on his lips, and admired the erotic scene before him. Yang Cun was almost going mad.

The girls sensed something was amiss. The pleasure was no longer just from the man's rough tongue, but also
from the unique softness of girls. Instinctively, they wanted to pull away, but Yang Cun held them tightly. With a
series of caresses, they tacitly accepted the situation, shyly and curiously kissing each other's tongues,
savoring the completely different sensations between men and women in their increasingly rapid breaths.

A round of kisses left Yang Cun almost suffocating, and the girls' bodies limp as mud, almost unable to move
. Holding their soft, delicate bodies, Yang Cun's pent-up lust nearly exploded. The three
of them collapsed onto the bed. The sisters were limp and panting heavily, while Yang Cun, even more impulsive, pounced
on them, savoring their bodies amidst their moans, kissing their tender breasts, and enjoying
the immeasurable pleasure of having two identical bodies on his body.

"Master, I... it's so sore..." An Qiao moaned sweetly, her hands unconsciously clinging to her sister's arm,
her eyes glazed over, letting Yang Cun do as he pleased. An Ning was in even worse shape; the stimulation of this teasing seemed too much
. She could barely breathe, seemingly without the strength to even speak.

Yang Cun was captivated by the soft bodies, delicate skin, and elastic breasts. However, the
girls' passionate expressions were even more alluring. Reluctantly, Yang Cun licked the lingering fragrance from his lips, then sat up.
Before they could react, he suddenly grabbed their long, slender legs, roughly pulling them
together and spreading their legs into a V-shape, completely exposing their private parts to him.

"Ah..." An Qiao trembled slightly, glancing at Yang Cun with hazy eyes before shyly closing them again.
After all, it wasn't their first time making love; he had seen her body countless times. Even with
her sister , the increasingly intense desire in Yang Cun's eyes told the lovely girl that this man
loved her.

"Sister..." Anning murmured shyly. When she felt a chill between her legs, her mind went
blank. She hugged her sister's arm tightly, but then shyly turned her head away, trying to suppress the trembling that made her legs tremble as she tried to close them,
letting her stiff, nervous feet quiver in the air.

They were identical. Even though Anning was a little more voluptuous, these two sisters were not only identical in appearance, but also in body
. Yang Cun was almost fainting from the sight before him. Between their parted pink feet,
An Qiao's and her sister's private parts, which he had already deflowered, were almost indistinguishable, both as pink and tender as freshly baked buns.
Although they lacked the mature, sexy allure, the faint pink folds of flesh aroused an even stronger possessive desire.

"Sister, you...you call him, don't look..." Anning was almost crying with shame, her intermittent whimpers even more
delicate and pitiful. After all, she was a virgin, and no one had ever seen her body before. How could she bear Yang Cun posing her in
such shameful position?

"Ning, Ning'er, ah..." An Qiao trembled, about to speak but unable to hold back a moan,
looking incredulous, her whole body convulsing, her brows furrowed tightly, her small hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"Sister, what's wrong?" An Ning looked down, then immediately turned away, unable to bear it any longer.

At this moment, Yang Cun could no longer restrain himself. He placed one hand on An Qiao's wet vulva, gently kneading her
sensitive clitoris, and his fingers, taking advantage of the ample lubrication, inserted themselves, gently thrusting in and out,
causing An Qiao to tremble all over. Seeing An Ning's shy and shocked expression, Yang Cun smiled lecherously,
scaring into quickly lowering her head, unable to look any longer.

"Ah..." Just as An Ning was feeling uneasy, Yang Cun didn't let her go. Under the intense
teasing , An Ning was already incredibly wet. Even though she wasn't as profusely wet as An Qiao, who had experienced sexual intercourse,
a large area of the sheets was still soaked. Yang Cun's hand gently stroked upwards, and he was excited to discover that the two sisters' clitoris were in the
same spot, and their shape, size, and even sensitivity were almost identical. Yang Cun's eyes turned bloodshot, and he couldn't resist
playing with the most sensitive area of these shy little virgins.

"No, it hurts, ah..." An Ning gasped and trembled, her brows furrowing in discomfort. Being a virgin,
how could she withstand such intense teasing? Her reaction was even more intense than her sister's. She tightly hugged her sister's
arm , her cherry-like mouth agape, moaning "Mmm, ahh," almost
fainting from the overwhelming pleasure of her erogenous zones.

The twin girls lay naked on the bed, their legs spread, completely exposing their most alluring areas.
The erotic scene before him fueled Yang Cun's lust even higher. His hands ceaselessly caressed their genitals, becoming increasingly vigorous as they began to moan
uncontrollably . Soon, both girls were overflowing with vaginal fluid and
covered in fragrant sweat. Even so, Yang Cun wouldn't let them go easily, continuing his almost maddeningly arousing
play until they were speechless, only able to gasp and moan.

"Master, no... no... ah..."

"It's so sore... don't, don't do it anymore... don't press... ah..."

Between acts of play, Yang Cun lowered his head and took their trembling breasts into his mouth, savoring
the different sensations of the sisters' tender nipples. This only added fuel to the fire; the girls, already experiencing intense pleasure, couldn't
withstand such stimulation. An Qiao's eyes rolled back instantly, and after a loud "Ah!" she arched her back involuntarily.
A near-suffocating stiffness followed, then her vulva convulsed violently, gushing out hot love juice, almost soaking
Yang Cun's hand.

An Qiao had been brought to orgasm in front of her sister. When Yang Cun's hand reluctantly caressed her for a couple more moments before
withdrawing , she barely had the strength to open her eyes, only able to gasp for breath. Having tasted
the peak of pleasure before, her body was more sensitive than her sister's. Looking at her limp state, Yang Cun smiled with satisfaction, then
continued to caress An Ning's genitals with his left hand, making An Ning's suppressed moans grow louder.

"No, it hurts, ah..." An Ning's mind was now blank from Yang Cun's teasing. As she moaned,
her cherry-like mouth agape, Yang Cun casually placed his other hand on her red lips. Before she even realized it...
He slipped his fingers, smeared with Anqiao's love juice, into her mouth.

"Ah..." Anqiao, immersed in the bliss of her orgasm, glanced half-open, too ashamed to look up,
but still managed a fierce glare at Yang Cun. That single glance, however, was incredibly alluring, the lingering scent of desire making
Yang Cun revel in it.

"Ugh..." Anqiao grabbed Yang Cun's arm, her mouth instinctively sucking on his fingers, afraid she would
moan. Unaware of her presence, Yang Cun was tempting her to
swallow every drop of her sister's love juice from each finger. Anqiao watched her sister stick out her tongue, her innocent face radiating an indescribable allure, and
she trembled, her body sensitively shaking.

"So clean..." Yang Cun chuckled lewdly, satisfied as his palm,
once full of love juice, was replaced by Anning's saliva. After a quick shake, Anqiao was both angry and embarrassed.

"No, it's sour, ah..." Anning, still untouched, was experiencing waves of pleasure, but
far from reaching orgasm. Amidst a series of sobbing moans, Yang Cun stopped, leaving her feeling utterly empty
and filled with an indescribable sense of loss.

He was ashamed; after all that effort, he still couldn't handle this little girl. Yang Cun shook his slightly aching
arms and watched as An Ning opened her eyes, panting, looking at him with a mixture of confusion and shyness. Knowing
she enjoyed the sensation, he was overjoyed and lowered his head, roughly kissing her lips, excitedly
humming, "Don't rush, little Ning'er, I'm coming, I promise to make you feel good."

"Mmm..." The girl trembled, immersed in the wet kiss, her eyes
welling with tears at the explicit words.

While kissing, Yang Cun couldn't resist spreading her legs wide, placing them on his waist,
causing her already overflowing virginity to arch high, his already rock-hard member gently
approaching . The hot, hard glans slowly pressed against that alluring little slit, feeling the innocence of her body and
its fiery heat, stimulating Yang Cun to the point that he almost couldn't control himself and ejaculated.

"Baby, you're so hot down there..." Yang Cun kissed her until she was almost breathless, then straightened up and grasped
his manhood , rubbing it back and forth against her cute little slit. At this moment, the virgin's vulva was slightly exposed, and in the moist expanse,
the red—tender flesh of the head could be vaguely seen, radiating a moist heat, which made Yang Cun feel extremely comfortable.

"Ugh..." An Ning closed her eyes, not daring to hear these shameful words, but when she clearly felt that frighteningly large
thing approaching, she was so nervous that her breath almost stopped. Trembling all over, the contact of the genitals brought
a completely different kind of teasing, which made her young heart feel a little overwhelmed, and she was even more worried about how such a large thing would
invade her small, innocuous body.

"Master, please be gentle..." Anqiao, being the older sister, saw her younger sister
's forehead covered in cold sweat from worry and immediately grabbed her hand, saying with a mixture of heartache and shyness, "Ning'er is a bit naughty, but she's still a child. You...
you mustn't frighten her."

"I know, don't worry, my precious Qiaoqiao." Yang Cun nodded seriously, then
casually pushed Anqiao onto Anning. Amidst her confusion and bewilderment, he thrust his hips forward,
and with the lubrication of the overflowing love juice, his glans plunged into Anning's incredibly tight virgin vagina with a "plop.

" "Ah..." Yang Cun's mind went blank. So tight, almost like being tightly strangled!
Even though Anning had plenty of lubrication, she was still a young virgin, and the all-encompassing
envelopment from all sides still caused Yang Cun a slight pain despite the pleasure.

"Ah!" An Ning also groaned slightly, her eyebrows furrowing. It felt
as . Even though it wasn't very painful, the discomfort still made her instinctively hug her sister tightly,
moaning indistinctly.

"Ning'er, don't be afraid, relax, relax..." An Qiao immediately understood Yang Cun's meaning and quickly hugged her sister tightly,
gently comforting her. However, her body was still a little sensitive after the orgasm. When her
breasts , the special feeling made her blush and shiver.

"Sister, it's so...so swollen..." An Ning groaned weakly, her small hands tightly hugging her sister, as if
seeking comfort. After all, the only person she was closest to was her sister, who was the same age as her but loved her dearly.

"Don't be afraid, it'll only hurt for a moment, and then it'll be over..." An Qiao looked at Yang
Cun with pleading eyes and whispered in her ear, "Girls are all like this. The pain is like a mosquito bite, and it'll be fine
in a little while ."

Yang Cun naturally understood what she meant, but for a girl to get through this, a short pain was better than a long one. At this moment, An Ning
's vagina was contracting powerfully, and the elastic peristalsis made Yang Cun feel both extremely pleasurable and a little painful.
Moreover, at this moment, his glans had already touched her thin hymen. That small membrane and
the pitiful girl in front of him instantly stimulated Yang Cun's uncontrollable desire. With red eyes, he grabbed An Ning's delicate
waist and could no longer control himself. He let out a low growl and pressed forward hard.

"Oh, sister, I..." An Ning finally relaxed and was about to speak when suddenly
a burning pain shot through her lower body. She cried out in pain, her eyes widened, she trembled, and her face turned pale.

"Ah..." Yang Cun's mind went blank for a moment, his mind and pleasure reaching their peak. He
clearly felt his glans pierce the hymen symbolizing purity, smoothly entering her clean and innocent body,
completely possessing this beautiful little darling. In an instant, the sense of conquest made Yang Cun experience
an extreme, soul-stirring tremor.

"Sister, you're lying, it hurts so much..." An Ning's eyes reddened instantly, her body twisting violently, trying to get
the huge thing inside her to leave quickly. A few tears fell and she couldn't hold back her sobs any longer, trembling with grievance
and .

"Ning'er, don't be afraid, it'll only hurt for a moment, it'll be over soon..." An Qiao felt
extremely distressed. Although she knew it would hurt this much, seeing her sister's tearful appearance broke her heart. An Qiao frantically
and tenderly comforted her sister, even though her sister's strength from who knows where made her hug her a little painful, seeing her sister's
pain made her heart ache even more.

"Huff..." Yang Cun let out a long breath, gritting his teeth to endure the extreme tightness and contractions of the virgin's vagina. Tender flesh
The bouncy, elastic sensation, tightly enveloped without any gaps, was so exquisite it felt like his head was about to
explode . If he hadn't calmed down, Yang Cun didn't know how many times he would have ejaculated.

"Sister..." An Ning sobbed softly, exhausted from struggling for so long, letting the enormous thing
throb excitedly inside her, yet still clinging to her sister like a child, crying with grievance.

"Ning'er, don't be afraid, sister's here..." An Qiao gently comforted her, glancing back absently.
At this moment, Yang Cun's penis was already inside her sister's body, tightly kissed by that cute little slit. Besides
the overflowing love juice, a trace of virgin blood was also squeezed out. Her heart was filled with mixed feelings.
When she looked at Yang Cun, her eyes were filled with jealousy, yet she couldn't hide the intense love in her heart.

"You two are so good..." Yang Cun's heart trembled at her alluring gaze. He bent down and embraced
the two sisters, kissing their burning skin. With a touch of excitement, he said, "Qiaoqiao, Ning'er,
I will be good to you for the rest of my life!"

"Ah..." With this movement, his manhood also burrowed into her face. An Ning immediately frowned slightly and groaned,
but the immense pain was mixed with a kind of pleasure she didn't understand.

"Please be gentle, Ning'er will feel pain!" An Qiao was both ashamed and happy, but hearing her sister's voice, she
still gave Yang Cun a coquettish glare. What older sister would send her younger sister to her man's bed? Even though she was gentle and virtuous
by nature , she felt uneasy. Besides, even though she could be so generous in tolerating Yang Cun's absurdity,
she was still just a young girl.

"I know, I'll be gentle..." Yang Cun leaned in as he spoke, licking her ear
with a lewd grin , "Just like my Qiaoqiao's first time, gently, tenderly, so that Xiaoning
will be as ecstatic as you, fainting from pleasure."

"You're so annoying..." An Qiao was immediately extremely embarrassed.

"Sister, I... I still feel pain..." An Ning cried while enduring the pain, her breathing becoming uneven.
She still didn't dare to face Yang Cun, and could only hug her sister and tell her about her discomfort. Even though she didn't quite understand Yang
Cun's words, she instinctively knew that these words were explicit and obscene, making her voice suddenly become somewhat soft.

"It won't be for long, it won't be..." An Qiao was still very inexperienced, and seeing her sister's pitiful
appearance, these were the only words of comfort she could offer.

"Ning'er, come here, let me pamper you." Yang Cun wasn't very experienced, but his knowledge was abundant. He
immediately lowered his head, gazing deeply into An Ning's eyes until the pitiful An Ning shyly closed her eyes. Only then did he slowly kiss her
pretty face, licking away her tears with his tongue. This extremely ambiguous action made An Qiao both ashamed and
jealous . Even An Ning, who was in pain, stiffened and stopped crying out.

He slowly grasped her tender breasts and played with them for a while, then gave her a wet kiss amidst her stiff and wooden response,
making her almost suffocate. In the gentle caresses, An Ning's body relaxed a lot, and her slightly pale
face was replaced by a passionate blush. As Yang Cun bent down to suckle her tender breasts, looking at the
embarrassed An Qiao beside him, he suddenly had a wicked thought. He gently grabbed her hand and pulled her down as well.

"W-what are you doing..." An Qiao was powerless and let Yang Cun do as he pleased. Even when she was resting her head on her sister's soft
breasts, she still didn't understand what Yang Cun was doing.

"Baby, come here." Yang Cun smiled lecherously, wrapped his arms around her neck,
and began kissing her in front of An Ning. His hands weren't idle either, continuing to roam over An Ning's body. An Ning watched her sister and Yang
Cun kissing, panting. A slight pain lingered in her eyes, and a strange feeling suddenly welled up inside her. But surrounded by the air thick with desire
, her young mind couldn't think straight.

After a passionate, wet kiss, An Qiao was panting heavily, her consciousness becoming somewhat hazy. Taking advantage of this opportunity,
Yang Cun slowly pressed her against An Ning's tender breasts, looking at her impulsively and expectantly. An Qiao half-opened her eyes and
gave Yang Cun a coquettish glare, then blushed. She closed her eyes and stuck out her little tongue, stiffly and tremblingly licking
her sister's cute pink nipple.

"Ah, sister..." An Ning was struck dumb, watching in horror as her sister licked her breast.
The sensation almost made her jump out of her skin.

"Don't move, your sister is just being affectionate." Yang Cun, of course, wouldn't let her interrupt their good time. He immediately
stuck his fingers into her mouth to stop her from speaking, his fingers lewdly grabbing and teasing her delicate tongue,
causing An Ning to let out a painful yet passionate whimper.

Seeing Yang Cun so disrespectful to her sister, An Qiao felt both ashamed and experiencing an extremely absurd pleasure.
She gave Yang Cun a shy glare and then lowered her head to grab her sister's breasts. After closing her eyes, she imagined it to be
Yang Cun's body, gently and delicately licking it, her teeth lightly biting, her tender tongue softly sucking, slowly and extremely fascinated
as she savored her sister's alluring body.

"Little Ning'er, enjoy it!" Yang Cun looked at the incredibly docile An Qiao with some emotion, smiled with satisfaction
and lewdness, then kissed her face, slowly taking An Ning's other breast into his mouth, gently sucking on
her sensitive nipple. He felt the girl's body twitch slightly, then begin to relax. With a thought,
he pulled back, and his suppressed desire began to throb gently.

"Ugh..." An Qiao immediately let out a sobbing moan, her head almost
exploding from the overwhelming pleasure. The man's rough tongue, her sister's soft tongue, the throbbing of the monster in her virginity—the
intertwined pleasure made her feel like her soul was about to collapse.

The huge penis was slightly pulled out, almost opening the incredibly cute little slit, the fresh, tender flesh like
blooming petals, stained with virgin blood, symbolizing the purity of this body. Yang Cun and An Qiao exchanged a glance,
both reading an absurd excitement in each other's eyes. Only An Ning, teased by her sister and Yang Cun
, was almost fainting. She had forgotten when the pain had stopped, and when
the .

The gentle thrusts, the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, were incredibly soft, so gentle that An Qiao couldn't help but feel a little jealous.
When her younger sister's expression eased considerably, her furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and the pain on her face was gradually
replaced by a hazy, lustful look, she finally let out a sigh of relief and straightened up. Pouting, she looked at Yang Cun and said with a hint of resentment, "Master,
you...you're too absurd..."

"Not absurd, the pleasures of the boudoir, the affairs of husband and wife... ah..." Yang Cun's words were almost all muffled moans,
because An Ning's vagina was so tight. When she occasionally twitched, she would instinctively clench, and the unparalleled pleasure made Yang Cun feel
like his head was about to burst open.

"Sister, it's so strange, um..." An Ning was already aroused at this point, her half-open eyes filled with hazy
mist, biting her fingers and moaning indistinctly, secretly looking at the area where the two were joined. The pleasure brought by
the gentle thrusting made her completely intoxicated.

"Ning'er, you'll feel good in a little while." Yang Cun licked his lips with red eyes, spreading her legs even more exaggeratedly
, so that her tender buttocks were facing upwards. In his excitement, he also increased his speed,
his penis thrusting into her tight virgin hole again and again, enjoying the extremely hot tightness of this petite body.

"Ah, ah... Strange, so, so strange..." Anning groaned as if crying,
her small mouth open , seemingly suffocating. The exquisite caresses had almost suffocated her, and now
the pleasure of actual sex terrified her, leaving her bewildered.

"Baby, come here." Yang Cun, seeing An Qiao looking somewhat disappointed, thrust his hips forward,
grabbed her, and pulled her into his arms. He grasped one of the sisters' breasts in each hand, kneading them, kissing An Qiao amidst her satisfied tenderness
, kissing her snow-white neck, making her gasp repeatedly. Watching his sister being penetrated, he felt a mixture of
shyness and passion.

"No, so, so sore, ah... Sister, oh yeah..." Anning's moans grew louder, especially
with her sister watching, making her feel an indescribable shock in addition to her shyness.

The hard, erect penis, like a red-hot iron rod, was
glistening A few specks of virgin blood made it appear even more menacing. The splashing sounds were like slapping water, one
after another, without ceasing.

In this increasingly rapid rhythm, the huge penis pounded against the lovely virgin's opening again and again,
causing the petite beauty beneath him to moan with pleasure. Like a helpless little boat in a storm, she gasped and trembled
with the ever-increasing force, unable to control herself as she was swept away by the waves of lust.

"Master, Master... ah..." The increasingly powerful thrusts, so fast that they had lost all tenderness, caused
An Ning's delicate eyebrows to furrow slightly. Her small mouth was slightly open, and hoarse, indistinct moans escaped from the bottom of her throat.
Her pretty face was flushed with passion, her hazy eyes filled with mist, and beneath her innocent appearance lay an
indescribable allure.

Her once jet-black hair was now completely disheveled, some strands cascading over the bed, fluttering with Yang Cun's powerful thrusts
, others glistening with sweat, clinging damply to her fair, rosy skin. Her snow-white body was now flushed with a
passionate blush, and drops of fragrant sweat trickled down her delicate skin. The intense impact she had never experienced before made
her whimper, a sound that was both sob and cry, her allure intoxicating.

"Baby, does it feel good? So tight!" Yang Cun moaned with pleasure, one hand gripping her waist as he
thrust harder, the other holding the charming and lovely An Ning close. He noticed her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, her eyes
revealing a mixture of shyness and unspoken excitement.

"Baby Qiaoqiao, aren't you excited watching me ride your little sister?" Yang Cun couldn't resist giving her beautiful, tender breasts a good squeeze
, his hot lips kissing her reddened ear, gently licking it while blowing hot breath on it
as he spoke explicit words, stimulating this lovely and docile girl.

"Ah, Master..." An Qiao whimpered, panting heavily. Her youthful body went limp in
Yang Cun's arms, her eyes closed as he played with her softness and alluring tenderness.

"Master, I... I feel so sore, ah..." An Ning couldn't suppress her moans, her small body
unable to withstand such powerful thrusts. The rush of pleasure made her feel like she was dying of ecstasy, yet she was at a loss. She didn't dare
to hug Yang Cun like her sister did; her small hands could only tightly grip the sheets, pulling at the wonderful sensation that was making her feel like she was dying.

"Don't call me Master, call me Brother-in-law..." Yang Cun was suddenly overcome with lust. He swept her
up by the waist and kissed her tender breasts. The speed of his thrusts became
even more .

"Ah, brother-in-law... Ning'er, ah... I'm going to be... I'm going to be killed by your penetration..." An Ning moaned as if crying
, her small hands grabbing Yang Cun's arm haphazardly. Even though it was just a small, instinctive action, it still made Yang Cun extremely
happy, and he couldn't help but kiss her little mouth again and again.

The huge penis thrust in and out without any mercy,
wantonly The hard glans rammed into An Ning's immature and
fearful uterus again and again, and each collision made her gasp and her whole body stiffen.

"Ah, brother-in-law, ah..." Under the continuous high-speed thrusting, An Ning suddenly cried out "Ah!"
and her body convulsed violently without warning. Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief, and her pretty face was twisted as if
in pain and crying.

"Sister, what's wrong..." An Qiao was immediately a little anxious.

"I don't know, it's so sour, so sour... Brother-in-law, don't, don't go too fast, Ning'er... can't take it..."
An Ning groaned and moaned, feeling very uncomfortable. In the intermittent soft moans, the young uterus
was hit hard again. With a "buzz", her whole body stiffened uncontrollably. Every nerve and
every cell seemed to have a soul, jumping, shaking, and throbbing. A wonderfully intense feeling that
was unbearable rushed through her body, and she felt her vision go black...

"I'm dying, I'm dying..." Yang Cun was suddenly unable to bear being squeezed by her. The tender vagina
writhed , and the immature uterus trembled even more violently. In this elastic contraction, he felt a stream of
extremely hot love fluid gushing out from the uterus and pouring onto the sensitive glans, making Yang Cun shiver involuntarily.

"Ah, ah..." An Ning felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, completely overwhelmed by her first orgasm. In this
incomparably wonderful state, she collapsed, powerless, closing her eyes, almost fainting. Only her rapid breathing and
occasional instinctive twitches in her lower body proved her condition.

An Ning was now drenched in fragrant sweat, as if she had been pulled from water. Her hair was disheveled, and her entire
body had a beautiful rosy glow. A faint body fragrance, hazy breathing, and a satisfied expression revealed something incongruous with her usual appearance.
Her allure filled Yang Cun with excitement and satisfaction, and he couldn't help but hug her and kiss her several more times. Even though he couldn't get
a response from An Ning, he was still very happy to see her like this.

"I'm dying..." An Ning was completely dazed, lying on the bed and talking nonsense. For her,
the orgasm was too intense, so intense that she was in a daze, not knowing whether she was in
heaven .

"So tight..." Yang Cun sighed, enjoying the instinctive tightening and spasms of her virginity. He wanted
to continue riding her, but he thought that An Ning had tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, and it was enough to torment her like this. If he continued,
she probably wouldn't be able to take it. With a pang of pity, he gritted his teeth, pressed down on her trembling lower abdomen, and slowly withdrew
his penis from her pink body.

With a soft "hiss," as the round, hard glans withdrew, An Ning's legs, which were still
twitching , trembled several times. Her slightly parted labia, like flower petals,
slowly closed, and her pink anus began to contract with excitement. The copious amounts of vaginal fluid and virgin blood gave her pretty
little mounds an obscene smell. The large area of wetness beneath her beautiful buttocks and the instinctive twitching of her body gave Yang
Cun immense satisfaction.

"Ning'er, are you alright..." An Qiao was extremely worried. Seeing her sister limp as a rag doll, she
couldn't help but anxious. She quickly leaned down and asked with concern, but her face suddenly turned red halfway through her question. This
familiar scene, this familiar feeling—hadn't she been experiencing this extremely wonderful collision every night recently,
savoring this intoxicating pleasure?

"Sister, it feels so good, so good..." An Ning murmured, as if in a dream, not knowing if she had actually heard An
Qiao's words.

"Mmm, mmm, that's good!" An Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little embarrassed
. At least her sister's first time wasn't too painful, which put her at ease. An Qiao had forgotten her jealousy and felt
a strange, inexplicable joy. She wasn't sure why she was happy; perhaps it was because of Yang Cun's gentleness
and tenderness towards An Ning.

The adorable An Qiao lay on top of her sister, completely unaware of how alluring her position was.
An Ning's legs were still spread wide, immersed in orgasm, her lower body twitching intermittently. An Qiao was kneeling
above her sister, her long legs making her beautiful, firm buttocks appear incredibly high. Her flower-like opening, teased all night, was
dripping with , like the most aphrodisiac signal, enough to make anyone's nose bleed.

Moreover, with the two sisters on top of each other, their equally adorable slits laid out before them, the temptation
was irresistible to any man. An Qiao's unintentional act had positioned her perfectly for a rear-entry position, with
An Ning, whom she had just conquered, beneath her. The visual impact alone was enough to make Yang Cun's
blood boil, not to mention that his raging desires hadn't been vented yet.

"Baby, it's your turn!" Yang Cun's eyes reddened slightly. He crouched down and took a step forward, pressing down on
An Qiao's pert and elastic buttocks. His penis, covered in An Qiao's love juice and virgin blood, remained rock hard
against her incredibly alluring little slit.

"Ah?" An Qiao's body went limp, and she groaned. Confused, she realized how
wanton and ambiguous her position was, while Yang Cun, his eyes red, was already poised behind her.

"This position is good, I like it." Yang Cun roughly kneaded her buttocks with both hands, feeling
the fullness and elasticity of the flesh. Before An Qiao could react, he thrust his hips forward, and his huge
penis plunged into her lovely slit, submerging in her equally delicate body.

"Ah..." The familiar feeling of being filled made An Qiao let out a satisfied yet stimulating moan. Even though she
had already reached orgasm under Yang Cun's manipulation, watching her sister being violated by her own man
stirred up new desires within her. This sudden entry made her bones go weak, and she forgot how daring this
position was for her shy self.

"Ah..." Yang Cun roared hoarsely, his hands gripping An Qiao's tender buttocks. Before she
could adjust , he began thrusting. His penis, already swollen with desire
, powerfully and heavily entered and exited An Qiao's docile and alluring body, enjoying
the different pleasure brought by her flower, which was almost as tight as An Ning's.

"Master, ah, be gentle... Qiao Qiao can't take it..." An Qiao suddenly leaned forward, involuntarily falling onto
her sister's soft body. A series of rapid thrusts, the long-awaited conquest brought her pleasure so much that even though she bit her teeth,
she couldn't control the instinctive moans in her throat.

"I know, I'll cherish you!" Yang Cun hummed excitedly, but his thrusting became even faster. Looking at
the incredibly docile girl beneath him, he placed his hands on her jade-like back, his rapid thrusts causing her small
body to sway violently with almost every stroke. Her pair of jade-like breasts swayed in the air, and her beautiful long hair flew wildly with
each , further stimulating Yang Cun's senses.

"Ugh..." An Qiao whimpered and moaned, instinctively hugging her sister's soft body tightly.

At this moment, the wicked thing that had just possessed her sister,
the wicked thing , was thrusting inside her, enjoying the different charms of the two identical sisters. This
special psychological feeling excited Yang Cun immensely, and it also made the shy An Qiao feel that absurd stimulation. There wasn't
much gentle caressing; only this direct and instinctive intercourse, this violent thrusting, could release
the excitement of their unspoken connection.

"Ah..." Still sensitive from the climax, An Ning let out a hazy moan,
her body limp and powerless in her sister's arms. She trembled along with her sister's body as Yang Cun thrust into her, as if
recalling that wonderful sensation.

Thrust after thrust, the rear-entry position satisfied not only the desire to conquer but also brought
immense pleasure. Watching the shy, submissive girl pose so alluringly, her beautiful, raised buttocks inviting penetration,
the psychological pleasure far surpassed the physical stimulation. Yang Cun's eyes reddened slightly. He pressed his hands firmly
against An Qiao's buttocks, and with a low growl, his thrusts became faster and faster. Amidst the splashing sounds, his enormous
penis, like a mechanical pile driver, pounded into that tender, juicy crevice again and again.

"Ah..." An Qiao cried out passionately, her snow-white body swaying violently from the impact, unable to hold back...
Holding her younger sister tightly, Yang Cun forgot her composure under the surge of desire, and began to let out intoxicating
moans.

"Master, be gentle... Qiaoqiao is going to die... ah..."

"It's going too deep, it's going through... Qiaoqiao, I can't take it... woo..."

Amidst these sobbing moans, Yang Cun became even more excited, his piston-like movements pushing
her body to its limits, thrusting faster and faster into her still-tight vagina. At this moment, An Ning
slowly awoke from the bliss of her orgasm, instinctively holding her sister tightly, sharing the intoxicating force.

After the orgasm, their sensitive bodies became hot from the impact of sex, their smooth skin rubbing against each other, their
sensitive and engorged nipples being squeezed in an unusual way, even the slightest touch of black hair against their skin brought even more
intense sensations. An Ning couldn't help but breathe heavily again, closing her eyes and softly moaning, enjoying the sensations
almost identical to her sister's.

An Qiao's sensations intensified. Her sister's soft body, her hot breath on her skin,
and the powerful thrusts of her man behind her—all these sensations intertwined, creating a breathtakingly beautiful experience that almost drove her to the brink of collapse.
Her sister's hands began to move restlessly, occasionally brushing against her skin, sending shivers down An Qiao's spine. The lewd
atmosphere overwhelmed her, making her almost lose all ability to think.

"Master, it feels so good, ah…it's too deep…" With a sobbing moan, the two sisters involuntarily
embraced, their moans mingling with Yang Cun's thrusts. Their pink bodies swayed simultaneously,
their sweat-covered bodies rubbing against each other, creating an even more intense and sensual atmosphere.

The air, the childlike sobbing moans, the sisters' rising and falling breaths, and the slapping sounds of their bodies colliding formed
the most beautiful symphony. Under such stimulation, An Qiao was already reaching her limit. When her sister's hands unconsciously
caressed her back, a strange feeling welled up inside her.

"Ah, Master, it's so deep, Qiaoqiao...I'm going to die too..."

At this moment, the tender uterus was subjected to even more violent impacts. Amidst the convulsions and uncontrollable moans,
An Qiao's face turned blood red. She tightly hugged her sister's soft body, her buttocks involuntarily thrusting backward to meet her. With
the powerful , her uterus spasmed in waves, welcoming the most wonderful climax of her life.

"Baby, I'm coming too!" Yang Cun trembled all over as she squeezed him, especially when the hot love juice poured onto
his glans . The unparalleled stimulation made his prostate uncontrollably excited and throb. All the nerves in his body
tensed up for a moment, and the inexplicable stiffness between his legs produced an extreme pleasure.

"Baby, I love you..." Yang Cun roared with red eyes, his hands gripping An Qiao's cute tender
buttocks tightly, and began to thrust violently and hysterically. With each thrust, he almost wanted to penetrate her body and
slam into her full, beautiful buttocks.

"Ah, Master...so good...ah..." An Qiao was in the throes of orgasm, and
the stimulation from Yang Cun's rough thrusting was even more intense, causing her body to stiffen as if in spasms. She couldn't help but let
out beautiful moans with each powerful impact.

"Ah..." Every cell in her body throbbed, every nerve stiffened, and just as the head of his penis slammed
in, Yang Cun felt his mind go blank. After a low growl of "Ah," he almost made
An stumble, then fall onto the bed.

Just as he was about to ejaculate, his penis was freed from the hot and wet embrace because of her stumble,
a feeling that almost drove Yang Cun crazy. At this moment, he instinctively gripped his penis and began to stroke it hard, gritting his teeth as he
straddled An Qiao and turned her over, making her lie next to An Ning. He aimed the head of his penis at their pretty faces, and his mind
went blank for a moment, so comfortable that he forgot whether this was reality or a dream.

With his eyes wide open, and amidst the intense pleasure that made his body convulse, streams of hot semen gushed out.

The two sisters, their faces flushed with desire, closed their eyes, panting, letting the obscene fluid
slowly splatter onto their faces, breasts, hair, and even their slightly parted lips. Their identical
innocent faces, adorned with specks of semen, created a scene of utter debauchery that made them appear both sexy and incredibly alluring.

"Ah!" Having ejaculated little by little, almost completely exhausted, Yang Cun felt his legs go weak and couldn't help but
sit on their heaving bodies. Looking down at the sisters' pretty faces, covered in his semen yet immersed in
the satisfaction of their orgasm, he was instantly filled with excited, bloodshot eyes.

An Qiao and An Ning closed their eyes, only able to gasp for breath. The exquisite pleasure of tonight's absurdity had long since drained
them of all strength. Yang Cun, his desire satisfied, looked at their faces covered in semen, which only fueled
his excitement . He arched his back with some difficulty, grasping his still-erect penis, and began rubbing it against their pretty faces
, spreading the love fluid and semen evenly over their innocent skin.

An Ning and An Qiao trembled, but were powerless to stop Yang Cun's lewd behavior. The sisters panted heavily,
letting Yang Cun play with them as he pleased. Even though they knew it wasn't just a man's semen, but also their love fluid and An Ning
's virgin blood, their shyness was overshadowed by a faint, indescribable pleasure, leaving them weak and
unable to resist.

The semen evenly spread on the sisters' faces gave Yang Cun pleasure, and excitement surged through him once more. Seeing
An Qiao's parted lips, Yang Cun seized the opportunity when she wasn't paying attention and suddenly squatted down on her face, grasping his still-erect
penis and shoving it into her mouth, excitedly saying, "Good girl, come on, lick it clean for me!"

"Ugh..." An Qiao was so ashamed she wanted to disappear into a hole, but after hesitating for a moment, she obediently
allowed Yang Cun's lewdness, gently licking the slippery glans with her little tongue. The unusually lewd scent made her
unable to distinguish whether it was semen, her own love juice, or her sister's virgin blood; the lustful aroma made her
mind flutter, and she couldn't refuse.

An Qiao's licking was shy and stiff, but her obedience greatly satisfied Yang Cun. After
smiling , he squatted down on An Ning's face, inserting his penis into her mouth again,
softly coaxing her amidst her unconscious moans. An Ning was initially embarrassed, but she still closed her eyes and carefully licked a few times.

He could train them later; after all, they were still quite inexperienced. They were exhausted at the moment, so it was impossible for Yang
Cun to experience that heavenly feeling. But the fact that they obediently performed oral sex after sex was already
enough to satisfy Yang Cun. At least he could appreciate their alluring appearance and watch them immersed in the bliss of their orgasm.
Their submissiveness satisfied Yang Cun's vanity as a man to the fullest extent.

Waves of pleasure made Yang Cun weak all over, and he casually lay down, holding the two sisters' limp
bodies in his arms, enjoying the wonderful feeling of having them on both sides, enjoying the fragrant sweat on their bodies and their still
unsteady panting. This feeling was so good that Yang Cun was almost intoxicated.

The air was still filled with the scent of secretions and desire. In the silent stillness, Yang Cun let
them each rest their head on one of his arms, gently stroking their hair. This gentle gesture moved An Qiao
deeply, and she snuggled closer to Yang Cun. An Ning felt an indescribable sense of security and
happiness . After shyly glancing at Yang Cun, she imitated her sister and gently hugged Yang Cun's waist with her small hands.

The joy of lovemaking, the pleasures of the boudoir—An Qiao stole a glance at her younger sister, and seeing her sister's satisfied expression,
she breathed a sigh of relief and instinctively hugged Yang Cun tighter. An Ning, though ashamed to open her eyes,
understood that after losing her virginity, she belonged to this embrace, the embrace her older sister also loved. And
she like her sister, seemed to be beginning to understand what it meant to experience first love…

The three bodies, covered in sweat, pressed tightly together, silently savoring the beauty of the moment.
The sky was beginning to lighten, the candles had burned out, and the dim darkness offered no whispered words. The sisters
were exhausted, and after their passion, they were too ashamed to face the situation. Contentedly, they lay in Yang Cun's arms, their breathing
gradually becoming even as they drifted off to sleep.

After holding them for a while, Yang Cun felt his eyelids grow heavy. Smelling the faint scent of sweat on the sisters
, he yawned, then closed his eyes contentedly. Spring dreams leave no trace; perhaps dreams can never match
the fragrance and boundless beauty of this moment…

The moon, biting in the sky, cannot compare to the boundless spring scenery within this room.
"Chapter Two" Past Glory

Outside the Yipin Tower, green hills and clear waters surround West Lake, a naturally breathtaking scene. A gentle breeze caresses the water,
willows , and a light mist swirls around the pond, like a fairyland.

After a night of boundless spring breeze, Yang Cun didn't wake up until late morning. He then cuddled the adorable twin sisters
on the bed, listening to them recount past anecdotes, teasing them with suggestive remarks, and watching
the two sisters, newly deflowered, blushing and pouting—it was truly a great pleasure. If it weren't for the excessive wind and rain of the previous night, Yang Cun
would have loved to continue enjoying the soft, fragrant bodies of these two petite and lovely girls.

It wasn't until the afternoon that An Qiao, ultimately too shy to speak, shyly and coquettishly asked Yang Cun to
get up . Despite his reluctance to leave this gentle haven, Yang Cun figured he'd had enough sleep. He reluctantly bathed and changed under
the inexperienced , stretching lazily as he got out of bed, only to be greeted by the evening glow.

A swaying armchair gently rocked as Yang Cun hummed an unknown tune, closing his eyes to enjoy
the cool evening air of Hangzhou. Although his snow-white scholar's robe made him appear dashing, his languid
demeanor added a touch of lazy frivolity. He felt quite at ease, at least for the few peaceful
days he'd had in recent days.

"Sister, I don't want to drink it, it's so bitter!" On a small stool beside him, An Ning complained, her small, white
hands holding a bowl of steaming hot medicine. The girl was dressed in a simple green floral dress, and although
her steps were a little unsteady, she was as charming and endearing as a mountain sprite.

"Drink it obediently, the medicine is only effective if it's bitter," An Qiao earnestly instructed from the side. Her light pink
embroidered silk dress distinguished her from her sister. Even though they shared the same face and body, An Qiao now possessed a gentle
demeanor mixed with a sisterly sternness, giving her a unique charm.

Although An Ning still felt some pain after losing her virginity, she could still get up and walk, though her unsteady
steps were truly heartbreaking. As soon as she left the manor, An Qiao couldn't wait to run to the pharmacy to get her some medicine. Last night,
she had shared a husband with her sister, but as the older sister, she felt sorry for her somewhat childish and mischievous younger sister.
Although shy expression and lingering charm today both comforted and saddened her, she was still a young girl's
new lover, and she didn't want her sister to develop any health problems.

"Yes, you'd better drink it obediently, or I'll punish you later!" Yang Cun
smiled , opened his eyes, and looked at the two cute twin sisters beside him. The erotic encounter of last night resurfaced in his mind
, and his blood began to heat up.

"Okay, okay." An Ning pouted with a wronged expression, her pink eyebrows slightly furrowed as she blew on the medicine, taking small
sips.

"Good girl, don't run around after you drink it." An Qiao smiled with relief, but looking at her sister's sweet
tone , besides being wronged, there was a hint of coquetry, and her eyes kept stealing glances at Yang Cun. An Qiao
found it amusing, but she also understood that her sister had grown up. Although she had half-heartedly given in last night, after a night of pleasure,
she knew that she belonged to this man from now on.

An Qiao was inherently virtuous and mindful of her and her sister's status. Although Yang Cun never treated her like a maid
, she understood the difference between master and servant and couldn't afford to embarrass the Duke's mansion in front of outsiders. So, she spent the whole
day instructing her sister not to be willful and to learn the duties of a maid. The girl's nagging was quite
endearing, and Yang Cun was happy that she had taught her sister to be more obedient. However, An Ning was suffering. After losing her virginity, she
hadn't even had a moment alone with her sister before being bombarded with lectures. Her ears were practically calloused, and
the rules of conduct from her sister were chilling.

"Master, how much longer are we going to stay here?" An Ning was no longer the lively girl she used to be
. She was very well-behaved under her sister's watchful eye, and it seemed inappropriate for her to be so lively while sightseeing. Despite the limited mobility after losing her virginity
, the little one still found it very boring.

"Soon, just a little while longer," Yang Cun laughed, tears welling in his eyes. An Qiao
looks quite delicate, but she's stricter with her younger sister than with her daughter—it's really amusing!

Just as the three of them were chatting and laughing, a series of footsteps came from the stairs. The sound was dense and powerful,
clearly indicating a large group of people. An Qiao quickly pulled her sister to stand up and obediently stand
beside . Although An Ning felt a slight pain, she still stood up obediently. After all, they were maids in the mansion;
how could the master receive guests while the maids sat beside him? That would be far too impolite.

As the footsteps drew near, Wang Dong strode confidently at the head of the group, followed by a dozen
or so men of varying ages. They walked hurriedly yet with obvious joy. Upon reaching him, Wang Dong
knelt down excitedly, bowing respectfully and saying, "Young Master, this old servant has returned."

"Your humble servant... greets Your Excellency." The group of men and women behind him, young and old, could not hide their excitement, curiously
and excitedly observing Yang Cun. Regaining their composure, they immediately knelt down as well, offering a deep and respectful salute.

"Please rise, my esteemed uncles!" Yang Cun quickly stood up, and after helping them up, he smiled and said, "My esteemed
uncles are all veterans of our Duke's mansion. Some followed my late father into battle, and some, though nominally
master , were in reality brothers. Wenjing is but a junior; how can I bear such a grand gesture from you all?"

"Our Yang family, the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, has a worthy successor!" Some of the elders were already sobbing as they spoke:
"If Master Mingcheng knew this in the afterlife, he could rest in peace. Young Master! You spent your childhood in seclusion with a hermit, and all these
years we old folks have longed for your return. We've finally welcomed you back."

Wang Dong was very familiar with these old retainers, and recalling the past, they were all soon overcome with tears. Of the three dukes of the Yang
family, the Duke of Jingguo's mansion, now desolate and with its incense burning low, had been the most impoverished in the past decade. In the past,
how glorious the Yang family of Jiangnan was! Who wouldn't feel awe and respect when they spoke of the Duke of Jingguo's mansion? For over a decade, people had come and gone, and it was
only with great difficulty that the heir to this mansion had finally returned, bringing tears of joy to their eyes.

Yang Cun quickly offered them seats, and after settling them in, the two sisters, like butterflies flitting among flowers, served tea to these old retainers.
Yang Cun chatted with them casually, asking about past glories that even they themselves didn't know. This
stirred up the memories of many of the old retainers, who shook their heads and sighed, yet were filled with longing. Time is a cruel mistress; some
who couldn't endure it had already followed their former master. Although they were gathered together now, where was the laughter and joy of the past?

As night fell and the stars thinned, An Qiao softly asked from the side, "Master, shall we prepare dinner?"

Perhaps influenced by these old men, not only An Qiao, but even the somewhat carefree An Ning softened,
her heart vaguely understanding something called a sense of belonging. Anning spent most of the day pouring tea, not only without complaining or
acting spoiled, but also very diligently calling him "Grandpa" repeatedly. This made the old men, while feeling a pang of sadness, also praise the two girls
for being sensible, saying that the maids in the Yang family should be as obedient as them. This made the two girls blush, too
shy to reply.

"Hmm, prepare." Yang Cun, influenced by their words, suddenly felt a heaviness in his heart, along with
an inexplicable sense of mission.

Yipinlou had the best chefs in Hangzhou, so setting up several tables of food and drink in the garden was a given. As soon as
the tables were set, fine wines and delicious dishes were served in a continuous stream. The guests were all
the old retainers of the manor and their families, as well as some young people who had come to accompany their elders.

Although initially somewhat reserved, after a few drinks, their initial sadness and unhappiness transformed into boundless enthusiasm.
At the main table, an old man, as old as Wang Dong, stood up tremblingly, holding a wine glass and saying excitedly,
"Young Master, this old man toasts you!"

"Grandpa, please sit down, we're family, no need for formalities!" Yang Cun also quickly stood up, holding his wine glass.

"Grandpa, you can't drink!" Just as the old man raised his glass to drink,
seven or eight young men rushed out from the side, grabbed the old man, and snatched the wine glass from his hand. The group of young men were all
tall and sturdy . The leader was a middle-aged man with a mustache, who looked slightly angry but cautiously said, "
Didn't the doctor say that your heart fire is damaging your liver? You absolutely mustn't drink anything."

"Leave me alone!" The old man's stubbornness flared. Although he was clearly
pleased , he still glared and puffed out his mustache, saying irritably, "On such a good day, how can we not have a drink?
Even if I have to finish this cup and follow you to the grave, it'll be worth it. Give me the wine."

"This…" The middle-aged man looked troubled. He was clearly a filial son and dared not disobey his father. He
could only turn to Yang Cun with a wry smile and pass the problem to him: "Young Master, please persuade my father.
He drank heavily and without restraint when he was young, and the doctor has already sternly warned him not to drink anything more."

"This is Zhou Yin," Wang Dong whispered to Yang Cun. "The old man used to be a sword-wielding
general who followed your grandfather. He even served as a vanguard in the army. Even when Master Mingcheng was alive, he had to show him some respect. You'd better be careful.
The old man has a terrible temper.
Although He's trained all his disciples and grand-disciples, as well as his own direct descendants,
to be very successful. There are countless people joining the army or martial arts, which is a great honor for the family."

"Old man, don't be in such a hurry," Yang Cun nodded knowingly. Looking at the tall and
strong , he knew how formidable this family was. He immediately
waved his hand, signaling the old man not to be impulsive, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Old man, it's a joyous occasion, so we should have
a drink, but we can't overshadow the young people. Look at you, with so many descendants, shouldn't you give
the young people a chance to shine?"

"Oh, old man, you're being rash." Zhou Yin chuckled immediately, his attitude softening. These words
struck a chord with him. How many soldiers had died on the battlefield, and how many had as many filial descendants as he did?
In the old man's eyes, his glorious military achievements were far less worthy of boasting than these dutiful children and grandchildren.

"Your subordinate, Zhou Motai, on behalf of my father, toasts the young master!" The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief and quickly snatched
the old man 's wine cup and drank it all in one gulp.

"A toast to the young master!" The Zhou family members quickly filled their bowls or cups and respectfully drank them down as well.

"Good!" The other old men, besides feeling envious, seemed to reminisce about their own youthful days. Seeing Yang
Cun drink it all down, they all cheered.

"One cup isn't enough! Look, even the young master has drunk it. You all have to drink three more!" Despite Zhou Yin's blustering and
glaring , the joy in his eyes and the tone of his voice truly carried a hint of boasting.

"Yes, yes, my father is absolutely right." Zhou Motai quickly filled his cup, and
after toasting Yang Cun three more times with his younger brothers, he repeatedly reminded the old man not to drink alcohol before bidding farewell to the elders and returning to their
table.

"Brother Zhou, you brought such a large group of people here to show off, didn't you?" Wang Dong chuckled from the side, after all, he was an old man.
"Brother, let's expose Zhou Yin's boasting without hesitation.

" "Haha, let's bring these little guys out to see the world!" Zhou Yin wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he laughed even more happily and
said to Yang Cun with high spirits, "Young Master, back then, this old man was a guard for the old master. Now that our Duke's mansion
is about to reopen, the entrance can't be shabby. My sons and grandsons may not be good at much else, but their skills are
far better than mine back then. Whichever one you fancy, send them all to guard the gate, so these brats
will remember that although our surname is Zhou, our bones are Yang, and even our lives belong to the Yang family."

"Thank you, old master!" Yang Cun quickly cupped his hands in thanks. Although Zhou Yin's words were rough, they
were very persuasive. It was clear that he wasn't just saying empty words. Now that the Duke's mansion was reopening, these
old folks were even happier than he was.

"Brother Zhou, you're wrong about that." At this moment, an old man in his sixties
chimed in "So you Zhous think you're so capable? Let me tell you, our Zhang family is big enough. If the young master wants us,
we'll send our grandson to clean toilets. Besides, are your skills any good? You're
more like a swordsman. If you really want to be a guard, do you have the skills of my Zhang family?"

"Zhang Da, are you looking for trouble?" Zhou Yin was displeased and glared at him.

"Damn it, you're not convinced?
Let's settle this with our fists!" The old man named Zhang Da, though seemingly frail, was surprisingly tall when he stood up. Rolling up his sleeves, he excitedly said, "It's been over ten years since I've fought you. Now that you're
old, I won't bully you! I'll call one of your brats out here, and I'll beat him until he's crying for his parents."

"I'm not old! You're only six years younger than me!" Old man Zhou Yin retorted, slamming his fist on the table
as if ready to fight. "Let me tell you, this old man has been practicing horse stance for an hour and swordsmanship
for two hours every day without fail. Now I'll personally test my skills
against you. And don't blame me if I go too far!"

"Come on!" Seeing the two old men on the verge of a fight, the others, realizing the situation
was turning sour , quickly rushed forward and restrained them, pleading for peace while offering helpless smiles. These two
, after all these years, still had such fiery tempers.

"Young Master, this is Zhang Da." Wang Dong chuckled, looking on with amusement. "Zhang Da was a
martial monk at a temple when he was young. When the temple's offerings were scarce, he resorted to robbery. Although his kung fu was good,
he still retained and didn't kill many people. However, he was unlucky once; he robbed our Master Mingcheng while he was out for a walk and
was beaten so badly by our Master that he couldn't get out of bed for over a month. Later, seeing his young age and good skills, our Master took him in as
a guard."

"So many years have passed..." Wang Dong sighed, moved by the scene. "Back then,
much of his kung fu was taught by our Master himself. When Master Mingcheng went to the battlefield, he couldn't go because he didn't have military rank.
Old Zhang felt guilty about that for the rest of his life..."

"Gentlemen, don't be impulsive!" Yang Cun didn't have time to listen to these stories. Seeing these two highly respected
elders about to fight, he quickly stepped forward to persuade them, "You're both so old, why fight
like this! It would be bad if anyone got hurt. Let's drink!"

"Young Master, please go easy on me," Zhou Yin said angrily. "Let me beat this brat up. I
don't believe he'll become a monster when he's old!"

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you!" Zhang Da was also held back by the group, but he still glared and said,
"Let me tell you, if I wasn't worried about you getting old and not being able to handle it, I would have beaten you up long ago. What
do you mean by 'Number One Expert of the Yang Family'? That's all because the Master gave you face. If he let me do it, you wouldn't have a chance with that title!"

It turns out these two have a history of vying for favor! Yang Cun suddenly realized that the Duke's Mansion back then wasn't as impoverished as it
is now . There were many experts and talented people in the mansion, and which young man wasn't proud and arrogant? This title of "Number One Expert"
was just a title of security captain, which couldn't be used for anything, but that didn't stop these people from being interested. It
was just an empty title, but being the security captain of the Duke's Mansion seemed to carry some weight.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen!" Yang Cun tried to mediate while thinking, seeing the two hotheads neither willing to give the other
any face . As a junior and of higher status, he couldn't afford to be arrogant, and felt quite helpless.
Then, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind. He said, "Why don't you listen to me? We'll see whether the Zhang family's or the Zhou family's kung fu is superior
in a short while."

"What's your idea, young master?" The two elders, though still glaring at each other, couldn't refuse
Yang Cun. They were somewhat subdued, though still angry.

"Or..." Yang Cun glanced at the young people who had gathered to mediate, and smiled slyly,
"How about the two elders each choose one of their favorite disciples for a duel, stopping short of a draw? That way, we can determine the winner and
also add to the drinking fun, how about that?"

"This..." The two hadn't expected Yang Cun to come up with such a suggestion and hesitated.

"Great idea!" Wang Dong immediately cheered, grinning, "The disciples trained by Elder Zhou and
Elder Zhang must be incredibly skilled. Let these youngsters show off their abilities, so we can all broaden our horizons,
right?"

"Exactly! Let's see who's better, the Zhou family or the Zhang family!" This suggestion was immediately echoed by
everyone . They were joking, of course. Watching two old men fight—it might be fine if it was just for fun, but
if it really escalated, what if something serious happened?

The two stubborn old men calmed down a bit. After being persuaded by the others, they silently grumbled
to each other for a while, staring at each other, neither willing to back down. After consulting with his family for a while, Zhang Da immediately
stepped forward, smiling broadly, and said, "Young Master, just look at the skills of my Zhang family, and you'll know whether the Zhou family
dares to accept the challenge!"

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Zhou Yin was immediately enraged, beckoning with his hand and saying sternly, "Mo Tai, teach
these blind fools a lesson! It's just a matter of fists and feet; you can't disgrace the Zhou family."

"Wait!" Zhang Da sneered, waving his hand, "Which of our Zhou and Zhang families doesn't have a prized weapon
? Since we're going to settle this, why don't you just show your weapons and see who's truly skilled?"

"As you wish!" Zhou Yin, burning with anger, agreed without hesitation.

Yang Cun was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected these two to have such fiery tempers. Before he could react...
The two old retainers had already pulled the younger generation aside and started whispering. Those around assumed Yang Cun had tacitly approved it,
and immediately began packing up their belongings to clear a space, preparing to witness this power struggle within the Yang family.

"I, Zhou Motai, would like to learn from you!" Zhou Motai glanced at his father, his expression turning cold. He stepped forward, cupping his hands in
a salute , holding a long sword carved with dragons. Although it was his father's impulsive remark, it concerned the Zhou family's reputation,
and he dared not be careless.

The Zhang family lingered for a while. Zhang Da remained stubborn, and finally, a
middle-aged man of about thirty years old stepped forward, holding a finely crafted double-handed cane. He cupped his hands and said politely, "I am Zhang Mingyuan, but
I have learned much from Brother Motai's skill!"

"Come on!" Zhou Motai nodded, squatting into a horse stance, immediately raising dust and drawing cheers.

"Excuse me!" Zhang Mingyuan seemed unwilling, but he didn't dare to underestimate him. He roared, his crutches
twirling on his arms like flowers, his tiger-like strides exuding power. Although he wasn't as tall as Zhou Motai, his shout alone
commanded respect.

"The descendants of the Zhang and Zhou families are truly dragons among men!" Wang Dong's eyes lit up, nodding approvingly.

"Brother, be careful!" Zhou Motai's face was serious. He roared and moved first. His steps were as fast as
a lotus flower, his tall body moving with the agility of a venomous snake. His sword danced like mercury spilling onto the ground.
In , his fourth-stage Dan realm true qi surged, his speed like a mirage, so fast that it was impossible to catch.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Zhang Mingyuan's eyes narrowed instantly. He roared,
his feet sinking as he charged forward, his double crutches flashing with dazzling speed. With a sudden, powerful attack, he unleashed his
full power, displaying a strength that rivaled even the strongest opponent—a master of the Fourth Dan realm.

In the close combat, both men were shaken. In this Jiangnan region, two Fourth Dan masters had unexpectedly
met . Leaving aside the agility of their techniques, the sheer force of their clash was terrifying.
The resounding "bang" was like a tremor, the immense power chilling to the bone. Even Zhang Da and Zhou Yin had never
reached such a level. And these two new generation leaders had simultaneously cultivated this realm; their seasoned and profound
power was truly astonishing.

"Brother, your skill is superb!" Zhou Motai took several steps back, his fighting spirit ignited, his previous perfunctory attitude vanished, and he glared at Zhang Mingyuan with a serious
expression roared and leaped forward, his movements as swift as lightning. His tall frame
appeared incredibly agile, accompanied by countless sword blossoms, a sight both stunning and terrifying in their gleaming light.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Zhang Mingyuan's eyes narrowed, and with a furious shout, his crutches danced like countless crescent moons around him as he
fearlessly charged forward.

With a series of clashing sounds, sparks flew from the impact of their weapons, the two locked in a fierce battle, seemingly evenly matched.
The dance of sword blossoms, the agility of the crutches, their seasoned techniques resulting in a stalemate. The two tall figures, as immovable as
mountains and as swift as rabbits, fought a dazzling display of skill, their movements so fast that even with eyes
dry , it was difficult to keep up.

"This...this kid..." Zhou Yin, watching from the sidelines, was dumbfounded. When did his son acquire such
skill? Not only him, Zhang Da was equally dumbfounded. His son was usually filial and humble, but when had
he mastered martial arts to this level without telling him?

After a fierce battle, the two were evenly matched. Their swordsmanship and cane fighting techniques had reached a level of perfection.
Originally, the two new generation heads of the family only wanted to fight to show respect to their fathers, but at this point, their ferocity was aroused.
Even if it wasn't a fight to the death, neither of them wanted to lose this battle. Moreover, they had met their match.
After years of cultivating their character, encountering a master of equal skill made them increasingly cautious as they enjoyed the thrill of battle.

"Brother, be careful! I won't hold back!" After taking a move and retreating several steps, Zhang Mingyuan's
face, covered in sweat, showed a hint of excitement. With a shout, he leaped into the air, his canes striking towards Zhou Motai's chest like
a thousand venomous snakes.

"Good move, watch this!" Zhou Motai laughed heartily in mid-air, his body turning as his longsword
danced with countless silver lights, sword flowers blooming everywhere like omnipresent golden lotuses, the chilling light slashing towards him
.

The clash of weapons, the hearty laughter—before they knew it, half an incense stick's time had passed, the two fighting until they were drenched in sweat.
Not only the two old men, but even the other disciples were shocked. When had they mastered such extraordinary skills
? No one could say. Zhou Yin and Zhang Da were even more dumbfounded. In their youth, they had never had such skill as their sons,
and even now, they didn't know when their descendants had developed such terrifying abilities.
The two were now too frightened to speak.

"Truly powerful!" Yang Cun watched intently, unable to help but exclaim in admiration. These two had always kept their abilities
hidden ; who knew they would be so formidable when they finally unleashed their power? The Yang family, after all, was a clan with hundreds of years of history. Just looking at them,
one could imagine how many experts the Duke's mansion had gathered in the past.

"This kind of fighting isn't good..." Wang Dong sighed, but his face was full of worry.

Yang Cun naturally understood his thoughts. The banquet was to regroup the retainers of the Duke's mansion.
At this rate, not only would the Zhou and Zhang families not be able to determine a winner, but the two new family heads might fight to
their hearts' content, but their subordinates would also create enmity and even internal strife. This was definitely not a situation
he wanted to see.

"Brother, be careful!" Zhou Motai's expression grew more and more serious as he fought.
When he unleashed his sword, "Spirit Serpent Devouring Flowers," he could no longer hold back. He had been cautiously touching the target, but now he took a step back, planted his feet firmly
, and suddenly, sword flowers swirled around him, flashing countless cold lights as he attacked Zhang Mingyuan. His speed was even faster than before
.

"Finally, you're showing your true skills!" Zhang Mingyuan roared, his body trembling as his true energy surged from the ground.
As his crutches spun, he fearlessly charged forward, his furious shouts
echoing as he wielded them like mercury spilling onto the ground. A sandstorm swept through the air, accompanied by a boundless, overwhelming killing intent.

"Ah!" The crowd, terrified by this aura, retreated several steps, gasping in astonishment. Good heavens!
Those two fiercely entangled fighters had actually been holding back! The strength of these two new family heads was
simply unbelievable.

Even Zhou Yin and Zhang Da, who had taught them swordsmanship and crutches, were speechless with astonishment.
Come on. You see, their swordsmanship and crutch techniques originated from the military, naturally incomparable
to . Although they had their own unique aspects, in terms of mental cultivation and methods, they were always inferior.
The fact that Zhou Motai and Zhang Mingyuan had actually cultivated to a level far surpassing theirs shocked and
surprised .

In a flash, figures appeared and disappeared in the air, swords flashing and crutches
clashing , the air like a fierce battle between a venomous snake and a tiger. Every move was ruthless and agile,
almost pushing the advantages of each weapon to their limits. The sword's agility and lightness, its thrusting and parrying; the crutch's power and weight,
its swinging and striking—all were executed to the extreme!

"Brother, your skills are indeed excellent!" Zhou Motai gritted his teeth, already covered in sweat.
He , yet he couldn't gain the slightest advantage!

"You're not bad either!" Zhang Mingyuan was also panting, his crutches struggling to parry the sword thrusts.
He had thought that his serious fight would win applause for his father,
but

to his surprise, they were evenly matched. In all his years of wandering the martial world, this was the first time he had encountered such an opponent. The two fought relentlessly in the courtyard, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. Besides being amazed, everyone
began to worry that the fight would end in mutual injury. Zhang Da and Zhou Yin had only acted on impulse, and seeing the fight had reached
this point, how could their father not be worried? But the old man was a bit stubborn, and neither of them was willing to be the first to call a halt,
clinging to their pride and fearing that doing so would put them at a disadvantage.

"Alright!" Yang Cun had taken in all the changes in everyone's expressions, and the time had come. He immediately shouted
, and before anyone could react, he moved with lightning speed, rushing past them to join the battle.

In a flash, before Zhou Motai and Zhang Mingyuan could react, they felt a force almost equal to
their own , its true energy even slightly stronger, which startled them. Instinctively, they
gripped their weapons to attack, but Yang Cun quickly turned, kicking away Zhou Motai's gleaming sword.
His hand reached out, using a soft, yielding strength to pull the heavy cane forward and firmly grasp it
.

"I didn't recognize you, young master! My apologies!" Zhou Motai, recognizing the newcomer, hurriedly stopped his attack,
knelt on one knee, and bowed respectfully.

"Young master, your technique is excellent!" Zhang Mingyuan also quickly apologized, though a hint of doubt lingered on his face. He
couldn't understand how Yang Cun had managed to deflect the immense force from his cane, leaving him momentarily feeling as
powerless as if striking water.

"My two brothers, Zijing has been rude!" Yang Cun hurriedly returned the crutch he had snatched to him with both hands, then
bowed humbly.

"You two brats, didn't you even look carefully? What if you had hurt the young master?!" Zhou Yin and Zhang Da
finally snapped out of their daze. Both of them broke out in a cold sweat and rushed over, immediately launching into
a tirade without a second thought, forgetting to investigate when their son's martial arts had reached such a level, and of course, forgetting to
flatter Yang Cun.

Zhou Motai and Zhang Mingyuan looked around and quickly lowered their heads in shame, admitting their mistake. The courtyard was now
in ruins , and everyone else had already fled far away. The fight between the two had not only damaged the entire garden,
but also destroyed the original banquet, leaving the ground littered with fragments of tables, chairs, and broken plates.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry anymore, elders." Yang Cun quickly calmed the two elderly people who were glaring at each
other . He then praised the Zhang family's crutch technique and the Zhou family's swordsmanship in front of them, making them
feel quite flattered, which finally calmed their temper.

Wang Dong summoned servants to quickly tidy up, but this commotion had brought the banquet to its climax and was almost
over. After receiving the old retainers who had come to pay their respects, Yang Cun quickly arranged for them to rest, and it wasn't until nearly
midnight that he finally had a chance to catch his breath. Zhou Motai and Zhang Mingyuan, along with a group of descendants, also helped
the two elders back to rest, but it was clear that they were still somewhat reluctant to leave. Perhaps
after witnessing Yang Cun's internal strength, which was no less than theirs, they spoke with increasing respect,
unlike , which now stemmed from genuine respect.

When Yang Cun returned to the backyard after seeing off the guests, he found An Qiao and An Ning, the two sisters, already obediently preparing tea for
him in the pavilion. Yang Cun smiled happily, looking at the two charming little girls, his heart suddenly itching.
However, Wang Dong was also behind him, so he couldn't take advantage of them. He could only take a sip of tea and say with a grin,
"So good."

"Young Master," the two girls, now used to the title,
lowered their heads shyly, embarrassed by Yang Cun's flirtatious manner and Wang Dong's silent laughter.

Although Wang Dong was older, he had always been very sensible, usually
walking away in such situations, not wanting to affect his concern for the continuation of the Yang family line. In his view, the continuation of the family line was
far more important than studying or practicing martial arts, given the pitifully small number of descendants in the Duke of Jing's lineage. But now he stood there grinning
, showing no intention of leaving, which puzzled Yang Cun.

"Grandpa Wang, please have a taste of this tea." An Ning quickly served tea to Wang Dong, since besides Yang Cun
, this old man was the most authoritative voice in the household. Although he appeared stern and serious, he was
particularly meticulous about etiquette when it came to the distinction between master and servant. However, seeing that Yang Cun didn't treat them like maids, he turned a blind eye.
In fact , everything Wang Dong did was in accordance with Yang Cun's wishes.

"Good boy." Wang Dong chuckled, took a sip of tea, and then asked thoughtfully, "Young Master,
the Zhou and Zhang families are truly full of talented people. Over the years, they have become a prominent clan in the region. What's even more commendable is that Zhou
Yin and Zhang Da remain loyal to our Duke's Mansion. It's truly a cause for celebration."

"Uncle Dong, you're not the kind of person who speaks only halfway!" Yang Cun sat down opposite him,
paused said, "At least you shouldn't like showing off in front of me, right?"

"Uncle Dong, Young Master, please talk first." An Qiao, being the most sensible, saw that the two were discussing serious matters and quickly
pulled her sister to give a curtsy before taking her leave.

"These two girls are quite sensible; they don't disgrace our Duke's Mansion." Wang Dong nodded
approvingly at her actions.

"Alright, just say what you have to say!" Yang Cun narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but sigh.

"Didn't you see it clearly yourself?" Wang Dong looked somewhat frustrated, giving a bitter laugh. "Zhou Yin and Zhang
Da are old. Even if they remain loyal to the Duke's Mansion, the current heads of the families are their children and grandchildren.
How could these people remember the favors the mansion had done for their families before? After what happened earlier, I think even if these old folks are still
loyal , it will be difficult to win back our Duke's Mansion's old retainers and restore its former glory!"

Yang Cun sighed; Wang Dong had already been quite subtle in his words. Now, the power holders in each family have changed hands over the generations.
Although the old folks have returned and are still loyal to the Duke's Mansion, they are, after all, getting on in years, and they
have to consider the thoughts of their grandchildren. Just like Zhou Yin and Zhang Da, although they still hold considerable sway at home,
they are too old to ignore the wishes of their children and grandchildren and wholeheartedly return to the Duke's Mansion, rashly disrupting
the peaceful life their families have enjoyed for many years since leaving the Duke's Mansion. Moreover, the other families are taking a wait-and-see attitude. Now, it seems that to win back the retainers,
one needs to possess the strength to make them submit again.

"What do you think?" Yang Cun was well aware of his current predicament.
The title . But if he were to become a duke in name only, not only would Wang Dong be heartbroken and his ancestors uneasy, but he himself
would also feel unwilling.

"I will continue to persuade them." Wang Dong sighed and shook his head, saying, "Young Master,
you will have to find a solution for many things yourself. I am old and can't help you much."

"Thank you, Uncle Dong." Yang Cun fell silent. Perhaps he had been too dejected, and even
his desire to restore the Duke of Jingguo was not as fervent as that of this old retainer.

"Oh, right, there's something else." Wang Dong pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "I've already contacted
a group of old brothers to discuss the An sisters' matter. An Bolie's matter can be big or small; after all, it only happened locally and hasn't
reached . Frankly, it's not a major issue. If our Duke's Mansion handles it, we can naturally downplay it.
I believe the people of Jiangnan will give us face.

What do you think…" "Thank you for your trouble." Yang Cun's mood immediately relaxed; finally, some good news after so many days.

"Yes, Zhou Yin and Zhang Da also know about this." Wang Dong coughed lightly, stood up, and said softly,
"After all, it's just a small local matter. It would be too much for our Duke's Mansion to interfere. I
'll discuss it with them now. These two families are quite influential locally; it's more appropriate for them to handle it. At least
outsiders won't think that the young master has been abusing his power since his return."

"You're right." Yang Cun pondered, then nodded.

"Then this old man will take his leave." Wang Dong bowed politely and retreated with a somewhat solemn expression.
As he left, he glanced at Yang Cun and paused for a moment, perhaps recalling the days when he served the old master of the Yang family.

The stars were sparse and the moon was bright, and the lanterns of Yipinlou were much dimmer. The night was deep, and a slight breeze brought a chill
. Yang Cun sat in front of the pavilion, lost in thought for a while, and couldn't help but shiver. At this moment, a few light
footsteps , and a velvet cloak was gently draped over his shoulders. A wave of warmth brought a
wonderful sense of peace to Yang Cun's restlessness.

"Master, aren't you going to sleep?" Gao Lianxin, dressed in simple white clothes and without makeup, looked at
the lingering melancholy on Yang Cun's face with a hint of heartache and called out softly, her voice alluring.

"And you, why aren't you asleep?" Yang Cun turned to look at the beautiful woman, as graceful as a fairy under the moonlight. He
tenderly took her slightly cold hand and rubbed it, saying softly, "It's getting chilly tonight, why aren't you wearing more?"

"I...I'm not cold." Gao Lianxin's pretty face flushed instantly. She lowered her head, both shy and happy, letting
Yang Cun play with her soft, boneless, slender white hand. The warmth of the man's hand made her heart flutter, and
a feeling of indescribable weakness washed over her.

"Is something the matter?" Yang Cun asked softly. Having spent these past few days together, he knew that she and Zhang Mama
were people with very regular lifestyles. When traveling together at the mansion, they rarely
showed themselves to avoid suspicion. Her sudden visit couldn't possibly be due to insomnia.

"My mother asked me to tell you..." Gao Lianxin hesitated for a moment, then said timidly, "
My mother hasn't been feeling well these past few days. It just so happens that one of my grandfather's former classmates is living in seclusion in the mountains outside Hangzhou. We'd like to go
and pay him a visit, and also find a remedy for my mother's chronic illness. It might take several days."

"Hmm, I'll go with you," Yang Cun said after a moment's thought.

"Ah!" Gao Lianxin was stunned.

Chapter Three: The Evil of Longchi

The midday sun in Hangzhou was warm enough to make one drowsy. At a small restaurant by West Lake,
in a relatively remote suburb at the foot of Jade Emperor Mountain, the owner was already dozing off at the table. Few people
visited Jade Emperor Mountain at this time of year, let alone such a remote place. Business was bad, and he was even more listless.

Just as the innkeeper was dreaming of meeting his beauty, the heavy, slow sound of hooves approached.
He immediately perked up and saw a magnificent carriage slowly making its way down the country lane. He
quickly wiped his face, stepped forward, and said with a forced smile, "Sir, would you like to rest for a bit? Our inn has
some of our best dishes; a meal and a little wine would be perfect to satisfy your cravings."

"Sir, perhaps we should rest a bit?" At that moment, the carriage curtain slowly opened, revealing a
stunningly face that instantly captivated the innkeeper.

"Hmm, take a break." Following closely behind the carriage was a tall, white horse with a full coat of brown fur. On horseback rode
a young man in simple blue robes, looking tired, with a face as white as snow and a strong, upright posture—a
rare .

"Very well, please come in." The innkeeper, finally snapping out of his daze at the stunning face, instinctively swallowed
, then quickly moved a stool and wiped the table.

Gao Lianxin wore a long, pale yellow dress; the soft silk accentuated her graceful figure. Though she wore no
makeup , her ethereal beauty, like that of a celestial being, was so captivating that it was almost unbearable to look directly at.
With her help, Zhang Mama shakily descended the steps. The old woman's face was pale, and she
appeared somewhat listless.

"Ms. Zhang, please have a seat," Yang Cun said, dismounting first and arranging the chairs before
helping Zhang Mama to her seat with Gao Lianxin.

"My lord, you flatter me," Zhang Mama said, somewhat flustered by Yang Cun's politeness and affability.

"Alright, we're all family, no need for such formalities." After helping her down, Yang Cun
called out to the shopkeeper, "Old Master, what are your signature dishes? Cook them up quickly!"

"Yes, sir!" The shopkeeper immediately beamed. Judging from the attire of the three, he could tell they were wealthy people.
This small shop was usually a place where passing laborers, hunters, and villagers would have a quick meal. It had been a long time since he had seen
such big customers.

However, this kind of rural shop naturally couldn't prepare as many dishes as a city restaurant. Although it was called their specialty, the dishes
served were actually quite meager, consisting of only a plate of stir-fried vegetables with eggs and a plate of extremely ordinary
stir-fried garlic sprouts with cured meat. Yang Cun frowned upon seeing this and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you have any other specialty dishes? My
elderly mother isn't in good health and can't eat these oily and greasy foods. Do

you have anything lighter?" "Yes, yes, yes, please wait a moment, sir." The shop owner was very quick-witted. He could tell from Yang Cun's expression that even if the prices were a bit high today
, it wouldn't be a problem. He immediately beamed and hurriedly ran to the nearby stream to retrieve a few hanging
bamboo baskets.

Several bamboo baskets were filled with lively seafood. Before the shopkeeper could even start promoting them,
a man dressed in a tattered raincoat, completely covered from head to toe, approached. His voice was low and hoarse
as he asked, "Boss, do you have any vegetarian noodles?"

"Oh, it's you. We have vegetarian noodles, but you'll have to wait a while." The shopkeeper glanced at the newcomer,
gave a curt "Oh," and gestured with his lip, indicating he should sit in a corner, clearly not wanting this
uninvited guest to disturb his esteemed customer. His eyes held a hint of contempt, and his tone was as if he were dismissing a beggar.

"Longchi…" The voice was deliberately hoarse and strange, yet it sounded so clear.
Yang Cun, hearing it casually, was momentarily stunned. A thought flashed through his mind, and he immediately turned and called out. With a soft
sound, Gao Lianxin paused, seemingly trying to recall why the name sounded so familiar. Zhang Mama's pale
face stiffened for a moment, glancing at Long Chi with a puzzled look before lowering her head thoughtfully.

"It's you!" At this moment, the strange man in the straw raincoat also stiffened, slightly lifting the bamboo hat that had been covering his face. Underneath the hat
was Long Chi's grotesque face, half of which was covered in totems. To be honest, if it weren't for these strange features, he
would definitely be considered a handsome man. However, no matter how you looked at him now, although he was still exceptionally handsome,
the always made people feel uneasy.

"Go away, don't pretend to know me, quickly sit down over there, the noodles will be cooked for you right away!" The shop owner hadn't noticed
their conversation at first, but now, seeing Long Chi staring at Yang Cun, fearing this guy would disturb his cash cow,
he immediately waved his hand impatiently.

"Why are you here too?" Long Chi's expression was slightly hesitant, after all, Yang Cun had two other people with him,
and he wasn't sure if it was convenient to talk. He was completely oblivious to Gao Lianxin's alluring charm that tantalized men's hormones,
and he wasn't even slightly moved when his gaze swept over her.

"I had something to do and came over." As Yang Cun spoke, he pointed to the empty stool next to him and said, "It's better to meet by
chance . How about we have lunch together?"

"Huh, you two really know each other?" The shopkeeper looked surprised when he came over, but he still quickly grabbed his
river delicacies and kept saying, "Young master, look, my river delicacies are all quite good. There are big grass carp, river shrimp, and
river crabs, all caught this morning. If you're sick, you can make some porridge with them; it's very nourishing."

"I'll cook it all!" The shopkeeper's eagerness was a bit too much, and Yang Cun waved his hand impatiently. Seeing
Long Chi's hesitant look, he immediately pulled him by the hand and made him sit down, saying with a smile, "It's alright, they're all my
family ! This is my wife, and this is an elder in my family."

"Greetings, young master." Gao Lianxin's face immediately turned as red as a persimmon, both shy and happy, and she gave Yang Cun an embarrassed glare
. At this moment, she was startled by the word "wife," and her mind was already a little dizzy. She couldn't remember where she had heard the name Long Chi before
.

Zhang's mother quickly nodded to Long Chi. After all, she was a perceptive person. Seeing
that Long Chi though dressed in rags, possessed an air of no ordinary person in terms of both demeanor and physique, and considering Yang Cun's politeness,
she dared not be negligent. She had just recalled the once-famous name of Long Chi,
and was shocked that the court's most wanted criminal was so young. She was even more puzzled as to why Yang Cun, with his status, would be with such
a public enemy. However, there were some things she couldn't ask, so she quickly pretended not to hear.

"Greetings, gentlemen." Long Chi was clearly not a well-mannered person, and he was also quite sinister. His
polite words sounded awkward, and his gaze, instinctively carrying a sinister undertone, swept over them. Yang Cun had
openly called him by name, which had startled him—but seeing that the two men before him showed no unusual expression, he
frowned, cursing Yang Cun's recklessness, while also letting out a sigh of relief.

"It's quite a surprise to run into you in broad daylight!" Yang Cun's tone was slightly teasing, seemingly unaware that
his momentary recklessness might cause trouble. He thought to himself, this guy himself claims to be the court's number one wanted criminal,
yet he still shows up in broad daylight after committing the crime—isn't that a bit too arrogant?

Long Chi smiled awkwardly, wanting to speak, but seeing there were still people around, he
swallowed , simply picking up his teacup and taking small sips, seemingly unsure what to say.

"Lianxin, I'm not feeling well, don't keep the Duke and the others from talking. Let's go eat over there, I want to get some fresh air."
Zhang Mama, ever thoughtful, deliberately coughed, feigning illness, and pulled Gao Lianxin towards a table further away from
the riverbank .

"My lord, let's go over there and get some sun. It won't disturb your reunion with your friends." Gao Lianxin understood Zhang Mama's
meaning. As she stood up, she gave Long Chi a slow bow and said softly, "Young Master Long, my mother is unwell
and cannot stay any longer. Please forgive her."

"Lianxin, let's go." The sickly Zhang Mama took Gao Lianxin's hand first, smiled gently, and led her
to sit at the farthest table.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry to have bothered you." Long Chi looked unnatural and returned a
polite bow . Seeing their graceful demeanor, he figured they probably didn't know his identity, and he felt relieved
.

Why does this guy sound so awkward when he speaks politely? Yang Cun watched from the side, feeling that something was very
wrong. Given Long Chi's character, saying things like "kill him to silence him" or "wipe out your whole family" would be very much in line with him.
His style, suddenly seeing his polite attitude, felt like a prostitute in a brothel saying "Sir, please show
some " so fake it made you want to punch him.

Gao Lianxin and Zhang Mama moved gracefully to a small table furthest from the riverbank, where the shopkeeper was already
busy butchering river fish. Seeing that no one was around, Yang Cun looked at the restless Long Chi and said
with a smile , "Why are you so nervous? I've never seen you like this when you were killing someone to cover it up. By the way, weren't you holed up
in that little hut? Why did you come out?"

"I didn't have much food there. I was tired today and wanted to come out and eat something." Long Chi shook his head embarrassedly,
then immediately became excited again and asked in a low voice, "By the way, so many people died at the arsenal that day, someone should have reported it to
the authorities, right? How is it going?"

"Didn't you hear anything?" Yang Cun was a little puzzled. The matter had spread like wildfire, and this
guy was the instigator, so how come he didn't know a thing?

"How would I know?" Long Chi gave a wry smile.

He was currently a target of the imperial court's pursuit, and to avoid trouble, he wouldn't even go to a small town,
let alone a big city like Hangzhou. This rural inn was the closest to his hiding place. Long Chi usually lived a
solitary life, eating only wild vegetables and fruits. He would only occasionally have the opportunity to eat something different, and he
didn't interact with many people, nor did he want to. How could he possibly hear any rumors?

"Your vegetarian noodles are here." After finishing the river fish, the innkeeper deftly started a fire and cooked a bowl of vegetarian noodles,
then placed it in front of Long Chi, smiling as he said, "You always order plain vegetarian noodles when you come, barely any vegetables
, and not a single bit of oil or meat in your belly. Do you have to be so stingy? Are

you saving money to get married?" "Stop talking nonsense, it's not like I'm shortchanging you!" Long Chi was immediately embarrassed and glared at him fiercely. Although he
was a ruthless killer, he wasn't one to indiscriminately slaughter innocent people, and he didn't seem angry at the shopkeeper's good-natured teasing
.

"Alright, take it aside." Yang Cun put the vegetarian noodles on the table next to him. "Bring
up all the good dishes from your shop, and send the river seafood over there. We just want something to go with our drinks. Do you have any wine? Bring some
up."

"Yes, please wait a moment." The shopkeeper smiled even more broadly, turned around and brought over a jar of liquor, and immediately ran
to the stove to busy himself, bringing out the meat dishes that were rarely ordered.

"How did things go?" Long Chi asked in a low voice after the troublesome shopkeeper left.

"All sixty-eight people perished, and the next day, villagers, terrified, ran to report it to the authorities." Yang Cun shook his head and said,
"Those craftsmen who didn't come that night were all ordinary people. How could they stay put after hearing about such a thing? The families of the dead
craftsmen were crying and screaming, they were all scared out of their wits! The Hangzhou yamen immediately sent constables and coroners
over, and when they saw the horrific scene, even the clerk didn't know how to handle the case. Now, rumors are circulating in the city about snake demons transforming and harming people
. Bai Yongwang is probably having a terrible headache right now."

"Snake demon? That's quite amusing." Long Chi chuckled, clearly very satisfied with his masterpiece. He picked up
his chopsticks and habitually stuck them into the noodles in front of him. He couldn't see the bowl of plain noodles, but the scrambled eggs and cured meat in front of them
surprised him somewhat.

"What's wrong? It's not poisonous. It's my treat, you can eat as much as you want." As Yang Cun spoke, he picked up a piece of cured meat, then
took a small wine cup and poured a cup for each of them.

"No, it's just that I'm not used to it." Long Chi hesitated for a moment, his hand stiffly picking up a bit of egg and placing it in the bowl
. His eyes reddened as he said, "It's been five years, hasn't it? I haven't eaten with anyone for five years."

"You're used to eating with dead people!" Yang Cun immediately broke out in a cold sweat. This guy was definitely not normal.
This kind of pervert could probably watch an autopsy while eating hot pot without any problem, and eating in
a morgue wouldn't affect his appetite.

"It's also been a long time since I've eaten pork." As Long Chi spoke, he picked up a piece of cured meat and put it in his mouth. Although
the taste wasn't great, you could clearly see his eyes light up, and his throat even moved exaggeratedly.

"Seriously? You're so cool, why are you so poor?" Yang Cun was a little puzzled by his shabby appearance,
but he did have a question in his mind. He remembered that when he killed someone at that arsenal the night before last, the accountant had
a lot of silver. How come this guy didn't take a single penny? Otherwise, how could he be in such dire straits?

"Killing is killing, but I don't want a single penny of that dirty money!" A fierce glint flashed in Long Chi's eyes, and as if
remembering something, the hatred in his eyes intensified once more.

"Alright, now I have something I want to ask." Yang Cun picked up his wine cup and clinked it with his, then downed it in one gulp before
asking curiously, "Didn't you turn all those dead people into medicinal corpses? Why are they all lying obediently in the mortuary now?"

"They won't become medicinal corpses until the moon is high in the sky tomorrow night." Long Chi said, seemingly
unwilling , clicking his tongue in dismay... "It's a pity that Zhao Qinyun and the others are in the city now. I wonder if he'll be unlucky
enough to run into them. I really want to see the show. This matter is going to cause quite a stir."

"Alright, let's eat something first." Yang Cun noticed that Long Chi's throat moved many times. He was still
full of confusion, so he decided to stop talking for now, picked up his chopsticks, and prepared to treat his five dirty temples first.

Although Longchi was strange, he was actually quite refined in appearance. However, when he ate, he ate like a starving ghost
. Despite his seemingly thin body, he devoured two plates of side dishes while Yang Cun was sipping his
liquor , leaving Yang Cun dumbfounded. This speed, like livestock eating feed,
was only matched by that unknown beast, Di Nu. Were these two born of the same mother?

"As for you..." Yang Cun, seeing the plates in front of him were almost spotless, immediately called out to the shop owner,
"Boss, hurry up with the food!"

"Coming, coming!" The shop owner, having prepared porridge and a few side dishes for Zhang Mama and the others, immediately busied
himself at the stove, wiping away sweat. Soon, roast chicken, roast beef, steamed fish, and several side dishes
were served . Yang Cun casually gave him two taels of silver, which delighted the shop owner. Two taels of silver, even in the city
, was enough for a small family to live comfortably for a month.

Long Chi swept the food across the table like a whirlwind, working diligently as if he were busy devouring it. Yang Cun vaguely remembered
eating only a piece of beef and a piece of fish, and not even touching the roast chicken, but almost...
In the blink of an eye, the plate was empty. Long Chi wiped the grease from his mouth with satisfaction,
took a sip of wine, and patted his belly contentedly, saying, "It's been a long time since I've eaten this much. I'm about 60% full."

60% full? This amount of food would make a pig bleed from overeating, and this guy was still not full! Yang
Cun broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Long, it's not that I'm being nosy, but I'm a little confused.
When you're robbing people... no, I mean killing people to cover your tracks, don't you take any money along the way? With your
appearance and demeanor, I really couldn't tell you were this hungry."

"I already said, I don't want dirty money," Long Chi took another sip of wine and snorted disdainfully.

After parting ways with Long Chi that day, Yang Cun was still idle during the day, so he went to the mansion to check
on the renovations of his residence. He also chatted with Wang Dong for the afternoon, pretending nothing was wrong, and casually mentioned
Long Chi. To his surprise, Wang Dong's expression immediately turned serious, his brows furrowing deeply.

Long Chi belonged to the Miao ethnic group, specifically the Flower Miao, and had studied Gu poison under a master of his tribe since childhood. No one knew who his master was,
but everyone knew that he had become the Gu King of the Miao tribe before he was even twenty. At that time, he
committed a heinous crime, wiping out the entire family of the prefect of Xuzhou, more than thirty people, and had disappeared without a trace ever since. Such a brutal
massacre, especially since the victim was a high-ranking official, shocked the entire nation. The old emperor was furious, and
Long Chi became the court's most wanted criminal. Why he killed the prefect and exterminated his entire family remains a mystery
.

"You deserve to be poor!" Yang Cun didn't bother arguing with him, glaring at him and saying, "Whether money is dirty or not depends on how it's used.
People are divided into good and bad, but money isn't divided. What do you know, kid? Don't you know what robbing the rich to help the poor
is? Never mind, you don't seem like that kind of person anyway."

"Where are you going?" Long Chi seemed reluctant to discuss this topic, glancing at Yang Cun's travel attire
and immediately asking with suspicion.

"Taking my wife to visit an elder." Yang Cun glanced at Gao Lianxin as he spoke, his heart suddenly feeling a little
dazed. It's been a while, but I've gotten used to her being around. Although our interactions are uneventful,
I've unconsciously come to regard her as family. It's a strange and subtle feeling.

Gao Lianxin's grandfather was from Tianjin, but he studied under a master in Jiangnan when he was young. He had
many old friends there, and some of his disciples had become renowned healers in Jiangnan. After Gao Lianxin's second visit,
she heard that one of her grandfather's fellow disciples was still alive. As a junior, it was only natural to visit him out of courtesy and propriety.

However, this old man had retired to the mountains outside the city to enjoy his later years. The world was not very peaceful these days,
so Yang Cun initially opposed her going out alone, especially since she was a girl who could bring ruin to the country.
Now that they had the time, and Zhang Mama's health wasn't good, Yang Cun decided to visit
the to relax and, of course, to avoid the time when the drug-infused corpses in Hangzhou were taking effect.

According to Long Chi, this outbreak of drug-induced corpse attacks would be more severe. Although these snake-bitten corpses were not
poisonous , they emitted a stench that caused dizziness, and their agility was far more terrifying than those in Tianjin.
Yang Cun naturally shuddered. What kind of biohazard was this? It was really unnecessary. Before leaving, Yang Cun
had already instructed Wang Dong and the An sisters not to go out casually, and had
packed the powder that Long Chi had given him to use to repel drug-induced corpses into a sachet for them to carry with them. Only then did Yang Cun dare to run out with peace of mind.

As for the legendary elder, many renowned doctors in the city and even Jiangnan were her disciples,
many of whom were also disciples of Gao Lianxin's grandfather. The fact that these two medical masters had been disciples of the same
master made it easy to see the depth of their medical expertise. What was even more remarkable was that this elder was a woman. As a woman, she had
learned unfathomable medical skills and was willing to teach young disciples, which was both admirable and astonishing.
In this patriarchal era, this elder was undoubtedly one of the most extraordinary women of her time.

"Such an extraordinary person?" Long Chi was also surprised. After all, in an era where women couldn't show
their faces in public, this elder, a woman, had students all over the world and even had many skilled doctors willingly become her
disciples . Her profound medical expertise was unimaginable.

"Yes, that's why I want to see her." Yang Cun didn't seem to care much when he spoke, but he knew
where their surprise and admiration came from. In this patriarchal era, having such a woman as an elder
was indeed admirable.

"I... take me with you!" Long Chi thought for a moment and immediately spoke with some anticipation.

"What are you going there for?" Yang Cun was immediately surprised. This guy was extremely unsuitable for contact with humans,
yet he would actively request to visit someone. Even if he wasn't up to no good, he should at least consider the safety of others
.

"Since ancient times, doctors have been skilled in medicine, and those skilled in poison have been adept at medicine." Long Chi said solemnly and earnestly, "My Miao people have an ancient
secret. Although we are blessed with spiritual energy and have formed our own lineage, we have always used the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, regardless of whether we practice medicine, poison, or Gu.
Although this elder is a doctor, we are inextricably linked. I would like to pay him a visit to see if he can help me overcome
my current ignorance."

"Come on... I'm afraid you might impulsively kill someone!" Yang Cun got goosebumps just thinking about it. Is this guy really
that eager to learn? I can't tell at all that his hobby is killing.

"If this elder is a reclusive master, then I will definitely pay him a visit." As Long Chi spoke, his eyes narrowed
slightly , and he said resolutely, "To be honest, my lord, I have a great dilemma right now. If I can pay a visit to
this elder in person, perhaps she can untie the knot in my heart."

"You..." Yang Cun was speechless after hearing this. Frankly speaking, bringing
such a seemingly psychopathic fellow along when visiting relatives and friends is really inappropriate, but seeing how serious Long Chi is, he doesn't know how to
refuse him. Besides, this guy also has some secrets he wants to know, and it wouldn't be good to be too awkward.

"My lord, how about we make a deal?" Long Chi understands the awkwardness of his position, and
after , he said softly, "How about I tell you where Prince Rong's heir, Zhao Qinhua, was kidnapped? This
will definitely be good news for your Yang family."

"Okay!" Yang Cun thought for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded, but said with a solemn expression:
"But you must promise me that you won't act recklessly, and that you won't be rude when visiting people. Also, you absolutely must not..."
"To expose your identity."

"Don't worry, I understand." Long Chi nodded immediately, stood up impatiently, looked at the stove
, glanced at the extremely excited shop owner, and said with a dark expression, "You guys go first, I'll be there in a bit."

"Isn't that necessary?" Yang Cun looked at the murderous intent in his eyes, and then at the busy shop owner, and felt
a little reluctant.

"He saw me with you, I don't care, but what about you?" Long Chi's face was icy, and he said with a cold smile,
"Now Zhao Qinyun should be searching for me everywhere. After this incident, he understands that I'm the one who silenced those people at the arsenal.
I don't care about causing trouble at this critical juncture, but I'm afraid it will implicate you."

"Moreover," Long Chi paused, and said in a deep, sinister voice, "Don't worry, the people I kill have
a reason to die. Although he died a violent death, he definitely didn't die unjustly. If he were innocent, I wouldn't be
sitting with you so openly! Originally, I wanted to spare his dog's life for a few more days, but now it seems there's no
need."

"You..." Yang Cun was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say to him.

Long Chi's expression was very resolute. Helpless, Yang Cun threw some more silver coins, called Gao Lianxin and Zhang Mama
to get into the carriage first, shook his head with a wry smile, and continued on his way with them.

The carriage moved slowly, beginning to enter the deep mountains and dense forests. Seeing that there was no one
around coughed and asked, "My lord, is your friend a doctor?"

"How did you know?" Yang Cun was absent-mindedly riding his horse when he heard her question and his heart
skipped a beat. Zhang Mama was usually not talkative, but she was also very tactful and would never ask what she shouldn't ask. Why would she suddenly
ask about Longchi?

"That man had a lot of smells." Zhang Mama smiled and said with a nostalgic look, "I've been by
the master's side since I was a child, and I'm used to the smell of medicine. I just smelled him, and he didn't just smell of medicine. There were also
the smells of many poisons and some precious medicinal herbs. If he weren't dressed in rags, I would have thought that the master had come back to life.
They really looked alike."

"A little bit." Gao Lianxin lowered her head in shame. As the daughter of a royal physician, she wasn't as observant as Zhang Mama
. Now that she thought about it carefully, the man did indeed have many strange smells.

"Zhang Mama, you are quite observant." Yang Cun smiled wryly, his words not exactly a compliment.

"I'm old, it's just a habit." Zhang Mama seemed reluctant to elaborate, but still gave a weary smile and
said softly, "I've served Master for so many years, he's always surrounded by medicine, he's lost all his human scent... I've become a doctor
even without being sick for long, that's why I have this strange feeling."

"Hmm." Yang Cunxin suddenly felt uneasy. Perhaps noticing Yang Cunxin's absent-minded and slightly shifty
eyes , Zhang Mama paused, gave Yang Cunxin a knowing smile, and said softly, "Don't worry, my lord, I was
just feeling sentimental. As for your friend... although I feel a sense of familiarity, we are ultimately strangers."

Yang Cunxin, riding on horseback, was taken aback by her words. Zhang Mama smiled but didn't say anything more, then lowered the curtain and
sat back in the carriage.

They deliberately slowed their pace to wait for Longchi. After about half an incense stick's time, Longchi, still
dressed , strode up and greeted the people in the carriage. He then walked to Yang Cun's side and
made a slight gesture as if to slit his throat.

Because of Longchi's presence, Zhang Mama and Gao Lianxin remained silent. Yang Cun, feeling depressed
, also kept quiet. Longchi, needless to say, was typically taciturn and not good at talking to strangers, making the journey
eerily quiet. The carriage moved slowly, gradually venturing deep into the uninhabited mountains, where even
the sound of the wheels crushing branches could be clearly heard.

They finally stopped to rest around dusk. Some dry rations had been bought, but
after , no one had an appetite. Gao Lianxin and Zhang Mama rested under the trees, while Yang Cun and Longchi
tacitly walked together to a stream, remaining silent, afraid of being overheard.

"Is it clean?" Yang Cun's only concern at this point was whether the shop owner had left any clues after his death.

"Yes, don't worry, I won't kill someone I shouldn't." Long Chi's expression was
cold and sinister , showing no remorse or fear what one would expect after killing someone.

It turned out that the shop owner was a local tyrant. Originally, the small shop was run by a young couple. The
husband was frail and sickly, and died shortly after their marriage. The shop owner, a local ruffian
, immediately harassed the somewhat attractive young widow. Although she was unwilling,
she dared not speak out because her reputation had been tarnished by him. Later, when the widow became pregnant, the shop owner
reluctantly started running the business, trying to support his family and earn some money for drinks.

He appeared diligent and honest in his business dealings, but in reality, this small shop was not much different from a shady establishment. Here, his
swindling and cheating skills reached an unparalleled level. He even forced pregnant widows and wealthy
passersby to sleep with him, extorting large sums of money in return. He would also rob the elderly and weak, sometimes even killing them to cover it up. He once, in a drunken
frenzy, brutally raped a passing nun. Everyone around him gritted their teeth when they talked about him!

In his youth, he was a troublemaker, indulging in drinking, gambling, and whoring, which angered his father, who had him late in life, to death
. Later, he gambled away everything, selling land and even his mother's dowry and the family's few acres of land. His
poor mother, heartbroken, hanged herself to join his father in death. This inhuman scoundrel
even sold the prepared burial plot, hastily burying the two elderly people in a meager blanket. From then on, he became even more lawless, not a bandit or highway
robber, but a hundred times more despicable.

"Giving him a whole corpse is already quite generous." Long Chi felt genuinely compassionate after saying this.

"You're such a busybody!" Yang Cun said, completely speaking his mind. This guy hadn't been here long, yet he already
knew about people having an affair with a young widow. If it weren't for his busybody nature, why would someone of his status need to know so much
?

"I couldn't help it," Long Chi said, unsure how to explain, and could only offer a bitter smile. Living deep in the mountains,
the villagers would sometimes rest at his guesthouse when they were thirsty or tired. He'd heard all sorts
of gossip and tales ; it was hard not to know.

"Mom...I...I feel a little dizzy..." At this moment, Gao Lianxin, sitting under the tree, seemed
dazed and her words were indistinct. Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly collapsed into Zhang Mama's arms. Zhang Mama was startled. Before she could speak,
she also felt dizzy and lightheaded. She glanced at Long Chi in a daze and then fainted to the ground.

"Lianxin, Zhang Mama, what's wrong?" Yang Cun's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed over to help them up.
At this moment, both of their bodies were limp and numb. Even with such beautiful women in his arms, seeing them
fall asleep , Yang Cun was so anxious that he couldn't speak.

"It's nothing, just a sleeping potion." Long Chi walked over and said with a sneer, "I told
you long ago, that guy is no good. When he saw a rich young master like you with a girl and an old woman, especially since this
woman is so young and beautiful, it's no wonder he had bad intentions."

"Damn it, if you knew, why didn't you stop him!" Yang Cun's mind went blank with anger, and he couldn't help but
curse .

"Don't worry, it's nothing!" Long Chi said casually, "Those are just ordinary sleeping pills
, they won't cause any harm. I wanted to stop him, but you're traveling on mountain roads, and the girl and this
old lady are really tired. Letting them sleep for a while won't hurt, so I let him
drug the food."

"You... sigh!" Yang Cun couldn't refute him at all, and could only quickly help Gao Lianxin and Zhang Mama onto the carriage.
After covering them with blankets, he picked up the reins and took on the role of coachman, saying irritably, "Fine, you can ride
that horse!"

"I didn't mean to." Long Chi smiled helplessly, and just as he was about to approach, the horse
suddenly neighed, running to the side while looking at Long Chi in fear. "What's wrong?" Yang Cun suddenly felt a little dizzy, wondering if it was just his imagination, but he could actually see fear and terror

in the horse's eyes . 　　"Sigh, it seems it still won't work." Long Chi paused for a moment, then could only manage a wry smile, shaking his head and saying, " It's always been like this. I haven't ridden a horse in ages." 　　"Not riding a horse?" Yang Cun was puzzled. The journey from Tianjin to Hangzhou was so long; without a horse , someone would definitely die. Not to mention, walking on those rugged mountain roads, it would be a miracle if one's legs didn't break. He did have a , but he didn't know if something had happened on the road, as the strange carriage was nowhere to be seen. 　　"I can't ride." Long Chi sighed, looking distressed, and walked to the carriage. At this moment, the horses pulling the carriage became frightened, not only neighing anxiously but also kicking their hooves erratically. 　　"What's wrong!" Yang Cun quickly grabbed the horse and tied it to the side of the carriage, but the horse remained restless . 　　"What do you mean, what's going on?" Long Chi grumbled in annoyance. At that moment, nearly a hundred snake heads emerged from the gaps in his straw hat, raincoat, and black cloak. Each head stared with cold, icy eyes, flicking its chilling, blood-red tongue. The scene was so terrifying it would make anyone wet themselves. 　　"Damn, you actually bring all this stuff with you!" Yang Cun's hair stood on end. Anyone who saw over a hundred snakes in front of them would feel a chill run down their spine. No wonder this guy was wearing so many thick clothes in this heat; with so many things hidden in those clothes, it would be terrifying to go out without them. 　　"Yeah, I brought some. It's a habit." As Long Chi spoke, a scorpion slowly crawled past the edge of his hat. He seemed completely unconcerned, casually catching the sinister-looking scorpion and nonchalantly stuffing it back into his sleeve. 　　Yang Cun was utterly speechless. His only question was, why didn't the scorpion and snakes fight? Out of the instinct to protect themselves, cold-blooded animals should also attack each other because of hunger. "Serves you right, you can walk now!" Yang Cun didn't know what to say to him. 　　"It's okay, I'm used to it." Long Chi didn't care, pulled his hat down to cover his face, and continued to leisurely follow behind the carriage. 　　How did he get involved with this kind of pervert? Even now. Yang Cun still didn't understand what going on. Logically speaking, facing such a wanted criminal, he should have arrested him and brought him to justice, but inexplicably he watched him kill so many people, and what's even stranger is that he didn't panic at all, and didn't even have the slightest intention of blaming him. 　　It seems that righteousness, loyalty to the emperor, and loyalty to the law have nothing to do with him. Yang Cun was a little puzzled, and after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know why, but he also admired this guy a little.

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