【Evil Weapon】2-1

Episode 2, Chapter 1: A Demonic Spirit Appears. A crescent moon hangs high, its silvery light spilling across the carriage as it speeds along. Zhang Yang sits high on the carriage shaft, while a stunningly beautiful woman of a demonic nature lies between his legs. The uniquely talented young man, Zhang Yang, wields a whip in one hand and kneads the plump buttocks of the perfect female slave, Qingyin, with the other. In a moment of heightened arousal, his fingertip tightens, and he thrusts it into the delicate pink anus of the beauty. "Ah..." Qingyin, now a pure and innocent slave, is struck by this impact. Her cool anus immediately contracts violently, gripping Zhang Yang's fingertip tightly. At the same time, her lips and tongue, which are sucking on his penis, tremble, and her silver teeth unintentionally bite the glans, causing Zhang Yang to gasp. "Master, are you hurt? Xiaoyin was naughty, punish Xiaoyin, waah..." This small mistake leaves Qingyin flustered, tears welling in her eyes, as if she is about to cry. Zhang Yang grew even more proud of his training. His wicked hand gently pressed down on the beauty's head, and Qingyin immediately understood. Her tear-filled eyes tilted upwards, making his breath hot. She then parted her lips slightly, carefully licking and sucking the bitten area on the glans. "Uh, baby, quickly take it in, ah oh, I'm coming..." "Mmm..." The once-powerful and alluring enchantress took the young man's entire glans into her mouth, her cheeks gradually puffing out. Finally, she tilted her head back and swallowed the semen whole with a gulp, infuriating the Purple Thunder Immortal in hell once more. Zhang Yang, in the prime of his youth, didn't know the techniques to prolong lovemaking. Fortunately, his youthful body had a strong recovery ability, and having been tempered by Yin Fire for many years, his recovery speed was absolutely unparalleled. As soon as Qingyin's cool lips left the man's penis, the glans trembled, and the overflowing red light intensified. Zhang Yang's hands moved, and his root of desire aimed at Qingyin's pink anus. "Master, no, the carriage is so bumpy, it'll hurt so much!" "Hehe... Little Yin, it'll only hurt for a moment, then it won't hurt anymore, and it'll feel incredibly good." Zhang Yang, like the Big Bad Wolf luring Little Red Riding Hood, half-forcefully wrapped his arms around Qingyin's waist and continued his wicked training: "Baby, spread your buttocks a little wider, yes, like this, slowly sit down, uh..." "Ah... Master, it's so swollen, ah... no, no, I can't get it in." Qingyin spread her buttocks to the limit, sat back in Zhang Yang's arms and slowly sank down, half of the glans hurt so much that her eyebrows trembled, her small mouth half-open, a painful yet charming expression on her face. Such a beautiful woman moaning softly, and she was also the wife of Zi Lei Zhenren and the mother of Jing Qingtian, uh! The stimulating feeling surged into Zhang Yang's lower abdomen, and his penis instantly grew even larger, making it even more difficult to insert. "Ugh... Ah, Master, you're so annoying, are you going to break my backside?" Qingyin complained while enduring the pain of being deflowered, her beautiful buttocks sinking down little by little. Zhang Yang's whip, which had been wielding the carriage whip, suddenly lost its grip. Seeing most of his penis lodged at Qingyin's anus, he could no longer suppress his lust. He thrust his hips upwards and simultaneously pressed down with his large hand. With a "plop," half of his penis was inserted. "Ah—" A tearing pain filled Qingyin's exquisite body, while the intense pleasure gripped Zhang Yang's mind. The man's satisfied groans and the woman's painful screams swirled and intertwined, lingering inside and outside the carriage… "Hmm…" A murmur floated on Tie Ruonan's lips. In a daze, she had a strange dream, a dream where Silang became a normal man, and where he fought naked with a woman amidst flashing swords. Wait, it doesn't seem like a dream! Tie Ruonan's hazy mind suddenly cleared. Her wild eyes snapped open at Qingyin's scream, and the scenes before she fainted flashed through her mind like lightning. It wasn't a dream, it really wasn't a dream! Si Lang's strange illness was cured! Tie Ruonan was about to call out, but glancing to the side, her tongue trembled instantly, and her jade-like face flushed crimson. Through the gap in the carriage curtain, Tie Ruonan saw Qingyin sitting in Zhang Yang's lap, her half-naked body trembling slightly and undulating softly, while Zhang Yang thrust upwards from time to time. How could this Third Young Mistress not understand what was happening outside the curtain? That scoundrel, doing such a thing in broad daylight, and on the official road, right under her nose! It was simply outrageous! In an instant, shame and anger burned to the tips of Tie Ruonan's ears, and rage surged to her lips, but she forcibly swallowed it back. Hmm, how could she make a sound in this situation? Let this brat be smug for a while. Anyway, the man will be done soon. If I go to clean him up now, I'll probably see his thing. Ugh... "Ah... Master, it's... itchy inside again, ah... Master, I want it..." Qingyin sat down hard, her warm, plump buttocks finally pressed against Zhang Yang's crotch, and his penis went in all the way, making her nipples tremble, and she moaned with her mouth raised to the sky. "Baby, Master didn't lie to you, it feels good, doesn't it, hehe... It's so tight, look, this is your second virgin blood, isn't it pretty?" Zhang Yang thrust upwards while dipping his fingertip into the blood from Qingyin's anus, leaving a lewd and seductive graffiti on her areolas. "No, Master, don't get blood on my... nipples, they're so itchy! Oh, the tip of the dildo is inside my belly!" "Uh... Xiaoyin, don't squeeze so tight, no... I'm going to cum again!" Behind the carriage curtain, Tie Ruonan felt like she was on fire. She couldn't believe her ears. She never imagined that men and women could be so wild, so shameless when doing this, especially coming from Zhang Yang, who had always seemed like a lamb. This kid has gone bad, much worse than... Sanlang, um... Tie Ruonan took several deep breaths, her high breasts like balloons about to burst. Thinking of her husband, Zhang Sanlang, she couldn't help but shudder, her thoughts unexpectedly entering the deepest recesses of her heart. Hmm... when she and Sanlang were making love, there were several times she wanted to scream, like Qingyin, but Sanlang always stopped her with a straight face. Sigh! Outside the carriage curtain, Zhang Yang was already half-squatting on the carriage shaft, his hands around Qingyin's waist, thrusting in and out like a pile driver. "Ah... Master, are you going to cum? Ah, ah... ya—" The perfect female slave's lips and tongue were wide open to their limit, her cries of climax echoing long and deep. Inside the carriage, the Third Young Mistress blushed, her beautiful eyes flickering, but she also secretly felt a great sense of relief. Shh, it's finally over. She'll teach that brat a lesson later. The beautiful woman was still pondering the harshest punishment when, with a "whoosh," Zhang Yang began his unrestrained revelry again. The violent impact reached Tie Ruonan's ears. She was startled and instinctively looked up, only to see Qingyin lying on the narrow edge of the carriage shaft like a female dog, while Zhang Yang was even more excessive, more ferocious than a male dog. That brat, that bastard, when will he ever stop! After a moment of shock, Tie Ruonan's jade-like face twisted into a grimace, a surge of rage welling up within her. She leaped up menacingly, only to fall back to her original position as her limbs gave way. Although Tie Ruonan's internal injuries had been healed by the spirit of the Jade Maiden Lingmeng, her vital energy still needed time to recover. A slight noise drifted through the carriage curtain. Zhang Yang, immersed in lust, had no senses whatsoever. Qingyin, being a Great Void cultivator, naturally possessed exceptional hearing. "M-Master, is Third Young Mistress... ah... awake? Ugh... no, don't let her hear... oh... it's so embarrassing." Zhang Yang paused, then lifted the carriage curtain to peek inside. His Third Sister-in-law was turned away from him, showing no signs of waking. He lowered the curtain and resumed his violent thrusts: "Baby, you dare lie to your master! Your master will punish you severely!" The sounds of flesh colliding were like thunderous roars. Between the frictions, the overflowing spring water created a cacophony of "slap slap" and "splish splash" sounds. "Ah, ah... Master, Third Young Mistress... she's really awake!" Qingyin trembled as if shot. "Baby, don't be afraid. Third Sister-in-law isn't awake. Even if she were, I wouldn't care. I wouldn't stop even if the sky fell." Zhang Yang thrust forward with all his might, his penis hitting her vulva with a loud "bang." "Ugh... Master, it's... it's going to break, ah... your penis... it's gotten bigger again." The perfect female slave's flesh contracted, sensitively sensing the change in her master's desire. The innocent girl said whatever came to mind, moaning seductively yet innocently, "Ah... it's getting bigger and bigger, Master, are you trying to have sex with Third Young Mistress?" "Ah!" Inside the carriage curtain, Tie Ruonan heard the sound of her heart pounding in her throat. Pretending to be asleep, she suddenly opened her beautiful eyes wide, filled with shame, anger, and intense panic. Could Si Lang really be thinking that? That brat, if he dares to come in, I'll castrate him! "Hmm... Nonsense! How dare you slander your master? Are you itching for a beating?" Outside the curtain, Zhang Yang's response was a strong rebuke, and the punishment of penetrating the beauty's womb each time. Qingyin didn't understand the man's complex feelings. A sense of grievance welled up in her heart, and she shouted even louder, "Ah, master, your penis head has gotten bigger again, isn't that... proof...?" "No, absolutely not!" "Yes, definitely, whenever you mention the Third Young Mistress, your penis head... ah, gets even harder!" Qingyin exhaled a breath of hot air, and to make her master understand the truth, she immediately shouted repeatedly, "No, no, no, no..." "Don't shout, don't shout anymore! No, absolutely not!"Qingyin shouted louder and louder, and Zhang Yang's voice of opposition changed. The thought that she was his own brother's wife, and the fantasy of himself possessing his own sister-in-law, instantly ignited a forbidden fire that burned red on every inch of his skin. With a loud "smack," Zhang Yang suddenly slapped Qingyin's buttocks, repeatedly shouting uncontrollably, "Who told you to talk nonsense? Who told you to talk nonsense!" The sounds of thrusting and slapping blended together. The once-powerful enchantress's buttocks were swollen and red, yet she still insisted on the truth, saying charmingly, "Master, I'm not talking nonsense, I really am not talking nonsense. Third Young Mistress's breasts are so big, and her legs are so long. Don't you want to have her?" In an instant, the "smack smack" sounds became more intense than ever before. Zhang Yang slapped Qingyin's buttocks while teasing her with his penis, protesting hoarsely, "No, I don't want to, ah, Third Sister-in-law, good Sister-in-law..." "Ugh... you bastard, you brat!" Inside the carriage curtain, Tie Ruonan trembled with shame, her jade face as red as if dripping blood. Every time her brother-in-law roared, her heart would pound violently, as if struck by lightning. Qingyin persisted, Zhang Yang continued to object, and Tie Ruonan gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath. Finally, Zhang Yang let out his most frenzied roar. In the same instant, Tie Ruonan's shapely, long legs kicked out forcefully, a groan escaping from between her teeth. Immediately afterward, a wet patch appeared beneath her skirt, spreading rapidly. The afterglow of the climax lingered inside and outside the carriage, and the ambiguous spring breeze led the carriage to the side of the official road, stopping under the shade of a tree. Zhang Silang embraced the wife of the Purple Thunder True Man, Jing Qingtian's mother, enjoying the writhing and squeezing sensations of her honeyed orifice. She, panting softly, persisted, "Master, there really was noise in the carriage earlier, I couldn't have misheard." "Third Sister-in-law is injured and needs to rest, keep your voice down." After the frenzy, Zhang Yang finally felt shy. He glanced at the carriage curtain swaying in the wind, forcibly changing the subject, pointing to the Soul-Sealing Chain on his wrist and asking, "Xiaoyin, can you take it off?" Qingyin, a master of the Great Void Realm, only tried it once before shaking her head firmly, "Unless you reach the level of a One Yuan True Monarch, this thing can never be removed; also, the One Yuan Jade Maiden wasn't lying, these kinds of magical artifacts really can explode." The young man's lips instantly drooped, his brow furrowed in distress as he sighed, "Alas… it seems I can only become a lecherous thief, I don't want to be blown up by a chain!" "Silang, what did you say?" The carriage curtain was lifted, and the Third Young Mistress, Tie Ruonan, finally "woke up," her breasts heaving as she urgently asked, "What exactly happened? Tell me everything in detail." His sister-in-law's concern was like a warm current, washing away the dark desires in Zhang Yang's heart. With a tone of mixed love and hate, and overflowing emotion, he recounted the events of Purple Thunder Mountain once more. When he spoke of his agreement with the Jade Maiden Lingmeng regarding the "evil artifact to save the world," he sighed helplessly, "That's how it is. I couldn't refuse. The Jade Maiden also said it's a huge secret, and no one can utter a word about it. Anyone who finds out will be silenced!" Zhang Yang spoke casually, completely unaware that he was now being "talkative," and Tie Ruonan, for the moment, hadn't considered the consequences of being silenced. "Fourth Brother, is it true that the Jade Maiden of One Yuan is forcing you to harm women?" Even though she had witnessed the scene at the inn and seen Zhang Yang's "abnormal change," Tie Ruonan still couldn't believe it, as One Yuan Sacred Mountain was the leader of the righteous path. "Yes, she said that's how to maintain peace in the world. This Soul-Suppressing Refinement is a demon spirit detector, and only I can use it, hehe." Saying this, Zhang Yang suddenly raised his wrist and aimed the "demon spirit detector" at his third sister-in-law. Although she knew that Zhang Yang was just playing a prank, Tie Ruonan was still startled. At the same time, her legs tightened slightly, and she scolded him angrily, "You brat, if you keep messing around, be careful, or I'll teach you a lesson." "Master, are the spirit stones getting hot? Is the Third Young Mistress your prey?" The carriage started to move under Qingyin's command. The wind around the carriage was already swirling, but Qingyin insisted on adding to it. Her charming yet serious question immediately made the uncle and sister-in-law both gasp for breath. Tie Ruonan glanced at the unchanging chain with lightning speed, her full chest arching back as she said with a stern face, "Don't talk nonsense. I've been in Daoshan for several years and have never heard of or seen anything like this. They're probably lying to you." She paused slightly, her face flushing slightly, and continued, "Si Lang, don't use this as an excuse to do anything...shady. Let's go home immediately and have your second sister-in-law examine you." "Sister Zhiyun is back?" Surprise and excitement quickly surfaced on Zhang Yang's face; he couldn't suppress the boiling of his blood. A strange glint flashed in Tie Ruonan's eyes, and she abruptly asked, "Fourth Brother, when did your strange illness heal?" Zhang Yang's eyes flickered slightly. Having a guilty conscience, he naturally understood his third sister-in-law's true meaning, and forced himself to answer calmly, "It naturally got better after escaping death. I was sick before, probably because Jing Qingtian did something. The maid Xiaomei is her junior sister; it would be easy for her to harm me." Zhang Yang explained in great detail, but to the shrewd Tie Ruonan, it sounded like he was trying to cover something up. The radiant Tie Ruonan, her beautiful eyes suddenly widening, pressed out sharply, "I can tell Second Sister-in-law has something on her mind. Don't hide it from me, I don't want to hear it. In short, remember this: forget it, and it's best to pretend nothing ever happened." Like a mouse before a cat, Zhang Yang's face flushed even more, and he could only nod guiltily, "Good sister, I remember. Before… I was persecuted by that vile woman." "Hmm, that's good." Zhang Yang's attitude brought back a sense of ease for Tie Ruonan, and she couldn't help but smile slightly. Then, gazing out the window, she sighed, "Fourth Brother, no matter what, you can't do anything bad. When Yi Yuan Yunu arrives in Yinzhou, I will ask her about it in person." The matter was too absurd; Tie Ruonan couldn't believe it. But when the carriage stopped at the gate of the Duke's mansion, her doubts vanished instantly. Before the wheels had even come to a complete stop, Zhang Silang suddenly cried out in alarm, "Ah, the chain is getting hot! Look!" "What?" Qingyin and Tie Ruonan rushed towards Zhang Yang's wrist like two gusts of wind, with Tie Ruonan grabbing the Soul-Suppressing Chain. "Silang, are you playing tricks on me? Hmm, it's getting hotter and hotter!" The temperature of the spirit stones on the chain continued to rise, and at the same time, the sound of a group of women's footsteps echoed from inside the gate. Zhang Yang and his third sister-in-law exchanged glances, both seeing shock and panic in each other's eyes. The demoness's primordial spirit was within a hundred feet of them. Could it be... that someone in the Zhang family had already been possessed? Could the first prey be a woman in the family? The carriage curtain was lifted, and a pair of bronze guardian beasts immediately came into Zhang Yang's view. Before he could even get out of the carriage, a large group of maids and servants swarmed out. A fragrant breeze carried Zhang Yang to the main hall, where he saw the matriarch, the three ladies, and the second young mistress, Ning Zhiyun, whose expression was complicated. The wives and young ladies from the collateral branches first showered the Fourth Young Master with concern. Zhang Yang, after returning the greeting, recounted the perilous events at Purple Thunder Mountain, half-truthfully, and concluded with a heavy sigh: "I was too foolish, falling for Jing Qingtian's tricks and being manipulated by her magic, making me do things against my will." The women naturally condemned Purple Thunder Mountain in unison, while Zhang Yang nervously stole a glance at his second sister-in-law, Ning Zhiyun. His last words were, of course, meant only for her. After more than a month apart, Ning Zhiyun remained as dignified, serene, and gentle as ever, but Zhang Yang, with a keen eye, noticed a lingering shadow in his sister-in-law's eyes. Zhang Yang, the culprit, felt a pang of heartache and involuntarily walked towards his second sister-in-law, saying in a tone of confession with his head bowed, "Sister Zhiyun, I..." "Fourth Brother, it's good that you're back safe and sound. Don't let the old lady worry about you anymore." Ning Zhiyun slightly turned her body, seemingly naturally interrupting her younger brother-in-law's words, then gracefully stood up and abruptly said, "Old lady, your granddaughter-in-law is a little dizzy and will return to the courtyard first." The second young mistress left ahead of time, and all the women were slightly taken aback, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became awkward. Tie Ruonan disliked the gloomy atmosphere. With a quick glance, she pulled Qingyin out from behind her and said with a smile, "Old lady, Fourth Brother not only had good fortune this time and escaped danger unscathed, but he also brought back a great beauty. Please take a look." Qingyin was dressed in the clothes of a poor girl and deliberately used makeup to cover up some of her beauty. Even so, her beauty greatly amazed everyone in the Zhang family. Qingyin blinked her unmistakably innocent and beautiful eyes. Following her master's instructions, she knelt down with a thud and said sweetly, "Little Yin greets the old lady and all the ladies." "Fourth Master, who is she?" As the wife of the Duke of Zheng, the First Madam possessed an unparalleled air of authority. The extraordinary beauty of the unfamiliar girl made her instinctively wary, and her gaze towards Zhang Yang subtly changed. Zhang Yang was prepared for this, and a bright, natural smile appeared on his face. He casually made up a story: "Reporting to Madam, on my way back, I encountered some thieves committing crimes. In a moment of righteous indignation, I used the name of our Zhang family to scare them away."Glancing discreetly at everyone's reactions, Zhang Yang sighed, "It's a pity that although I saved Xiaoyin, I couldn't save her family. She was terrified and forgot everything after waking up. I couldn't bear it, so I brought her home. Please don't blame me for acting on my own." "Hehe... My dear grandson has done a great deed. You truly are a fine son of the Zhang family. How could we blame you?" The old lady used her doting affection to dispel the eldest madam's suspicions. Looking into Qingyin's pure and beautiful eyes, an exciting thought suddenly arose in the old lady's mind. She exclaimed excitedly, "This little girl is so beautiful, and her background is so pitiful. It's too much of a waste for her to be a maid. Fourth Brother, do you like her?" The old lady's meaning was crystal clear, and the women of the Zhang family burst into cheers. Only the two involved parties had strange expressions, standing out from the crowd. “Grandmother, my illness… I can’t marry, it’s not suitable.” Zhang Yang didn’t dislike the innocent and pure Qingyin, but he was wary of her true identity, because everyone in modern times knows an eternal truth—the truth will always come out. “Suitable, how could it not be suitable? Fourth Brother, you don’t look down on Xiaoyin’s humble origins, do you? Hehe… Don’t be shy, Third Sister-in-law will personally arrange your marriage, and let Xiaoyin become our family’s Fourth Young Mistress.”… Tie Ruonan’s enthusiasm soared. The thought that Qingyin was actually an evil sorceress and the wife of Master Zilei, along with Zhang Yang’s unrestrained behavior along the way, made her grit her teeth, feeling a strong sense of revenge. Third Sister-in-law’s meddling left Zhang Yang powerless to object. Just as he was secretly having a headache, Qingyin suddenly rushed over and hugged his leg, crying loudly. "Waaah... I don't want to be a young mistress, Master, don't abandon Xiaoyin! I'll only be your slave, not a young mistress, waaah..." In an instant, countless jaws dropped inside and outside the hall. Even Zhang Yang was dumbfounded, never expecting his training skills to be so powerful. The ladies and young misses tried to comfort her, but Qingyin cried even more sadly. The women's gazes changed again, looking at the innocent girl as if she were a fool. The old lady sighed and said regretfully, "Alas, it seems this girl has really been frightened by the thief. How pitiful. Fourth Brother, let her stay by your side and serve you." Chapter Two: The Evil Artifact Strategy The unexpected farce finally ended. Zhang Yang hurriedly took the "silly maid" who had stopped crying and started laughing before his third sister-in-law could continue her revenge and quickly returned to the long-lost Qingxin Villa. "Master, this house is so beautiful. Will I live here from now on?" Qingyin, like a newborn bird, flew around the courtyard. Compared to the bustling crowds in the other courtyards, her cultivation nature remained unchanged, and she preferred the quiet elegance of this place. Perhaps moved by Qingyin's previous loyalty, Zhang Yang, unusually, had a change of heart. He embraced Qingyin's delicate, cool body and said solemnly, "Little Yin, this will be your home from now on. I promise I will never let anyone bully you." "Master, you are so good to me!" Sincere words have the power to penetrate the heart. Qingyin sensed Zhang Yang's feelings, and her pure, beautiful eyes instantly filled with tender emotions. She nestled in the arms of the evil artifact's master, unwilling to move for a long time. "Cough cough!" Two dry coughs broke the beautiful scene. Tie Ruonan, her face slightly flushed, chased after him alone... "Si Lang, are you really sure someone is possessed by a demon spirit?" "Yes, if Lingmeng isn't lying to me, the demon spirit is in the hall." Tie Ruonan couldn't find a reason for Yi Yuan Yu Nu to lie. Her beautiful eyes narrowed, and she asked nervously, "Who is it?" "I can't be sure unless I'm alone with the demon spirit's host, and also..." Zhang Yang's face was covered with a strange blush. His tongue paused for several seconds before he stammered, "And I also have to touch the target's... chest, to be sure." "Chest? You..." Tie Ruonan's beautiful eyes widened. Just as Zhang Yang had worried, she immediately exploded with anger and questioned suspiciously, "This isn't your crazy idea, is it? What kind of absurd method is this?" "Good sister-in-law, these are all things that Yi Yuan Yu Nu forcibly put into my head. I'm not lying to you. Sigh, no matter how absurd it is, it's not as absurd as this 'evil artifact saving the world'!" Tie Ruonan deeply sympathized with Zhang Yang's sigh and couldn't help but say in a deep voice, "That's true, why don't you give it a try? Start with the maids." "Good sister, you're willing to help me? That's great, haha..." Zhang Yang was overjoyed that his third sister-in-law was willing to help him steal a kiss. Tie Ruonan was both amused and exasperated by Zhang Yang's cheers, while Qingyin waved her hands excitedly and even shouted out a new phrase that Zhang Yang had unintentionally uttered earlier: "Master, I also want to help you 'pick up girls,' hehe..." "Hehe... Thank you, third sister-in-law, thank you, Xiaoyin, I will definitely do my best and swear to pick up girls." Zhang Yang's vow drew different glances from the two women, and amidst the laughter of the three, the "Evil Weapon Hunting Squad" was born. Early the next morning, Tie Ruonan casually found an excuse and summoned the maids who had appeared in the hall the day before to her Yingri Villa one by one, while Qingyin secretly hid behind the flower bushes, constantly flicking her fingers. The maids stumbled and fell one after another on the same stone slab, but the Fourth Young Master always appeared just in time, condescending to help them up with boundless enthusiasm. Zhang Yang embraced the girls' waists, caressing their breasts and occasionally pinching their nipples, large or small. This excessively frivolous behavior, however, earned him repeated thanks from the maids. "Heh..." Zhang Yang's actions became increasingly bold, his attitude increasingly natural. For the first time in his life, he experienced the benefits of "underhanded tactics." The "Evil Weapon Team's" plan proceeded very smoothly until the last maid—Bailing—arrived late, causing a slight mishap. Qingyin flicked a wisp of finger wind, and Bailing's legs went numb, causing her to fall onto the tormented stone slab. Zhang Yang habitually leaped out from the shadows, expertly reaching out to catch her. "Ah, what are you doing?" Upon seeing Zhang Yang, Bailing's jade-like face instantly changed color, and her body, which had fallen, unexpectedly changed direction, dodging Zhang Yang's hands. Bailing still looked down on the young master, the "yin person." Although she had forgotten the previous lakeside lewdness, a subconscious fear lingered in her heart. Her eyes now held half contempt and half inexplicable dread. In the blink of an eye, Bailing's disgusted gaze entered Zhang Yang's mind, like a key suddenly unlocking the floodgates of his memories. Once upon a time, a pretty maid who had just entered the Zhang family had fawned over the fourth young master, her eyes always filled with affection, displaying a devoted and unwavering love. But then, the scene shifted. After Zhang Yang was diagnosed as a "yin person," Bailing not only immediately turned on him but also deliberately made a scene known throughout the city, making the fourth young master a laughingstock. That snobbish little bitch! Damn it! Thinking of this, Zhang Yang's heart suddenly blazed with rage. His eyes darted around, and suddenly he yelled, "Bailing, watch out! There's a mosquito on your face!" With a "smack," Zhang Yang's hand swept across Bailing's cheek, leaving a red mark. Startled by the sound of the slap, Bailing was stunned. The usually gentle Fourth Young Master had actually slapped her? Was this still the same cunning young master? Before Bailing could recover, Zhang Yang's hand swept across her other cheek, and he continued yelling, "Watch out! The mosquito is coming again!" The mosquito flew around a few times, and the Fourth Young Master, who loved "swatting mosquitoes," gave her one last hug, his large hand grabbing Bailing's breast almost savagely. "Ah!" His fingers tightened, almost crushing her delicate breast. Bailing jumped up in shock, filled with endless shame and intense fear, and fled. "Hehe..." Zhang Yang couldn't help but grin as he watched Bai Ling's flustered retreating figure. He felt an unprecedented sense of ease, and even the pressure of "saving the world" seemed to have lessened considerably. The scattered wind subsided, but the atmosphere in Ying Ri Courtyard grew even more tense. The maids had finished their tests, but none of them were his target; the remaining women were all women Zhang Yang shouldn't have any improper thoughts about. Was he supposed to challenge taboos and transcend morality? Hmm... The blood of the evil weapon sometimes felt heavy and weak, sometimes boiling like fire. Reason and lust swirled alternately, finally succumbing to reality—a lecherous wolf, he could do what he wanted, and he had to do it even if he didn't want to! The Third Young Mistress was under almost as much pressure as her brother-in-law. Her brows furrowed as she asked, "Fourth Brother, what will happen to the host if we don't expel the demoness's spirit?" Zhang Yang was still searching his mind for information left by Ling Meng when Qingyin, a master of the Great Void Realm, proactively answered, "Once the demon spirit succeeds, it will seize the host's body and devour their spirit." Tie Ruonan's bright face grew even more serious. Gritting her teeth, she uttered words tantamount to treason: "With the spiritual power of a True Monarch of One Yuan, why not forcibly expel the demon spirit? Isn't there something fishy going on?" "I asked the Jade Maiden of One Yuan the same question, alas!" Zhang Yang sighed helplessly again, explaining carefully, "Forcibly expelling it will not only harm the host but also allow the demoness's spirit to escape. Each time it escapes, the demon spirit's power will increase." "Alas, since that's the case, we can only continue."The uncle and sister-in-law sighed more than usual today. After a while, to clear his mind, Zhang Yang had a flash of inspiration and ordered Qingyin to bring paper and pen so he could begin drawing up a detailed strategic map. The names of the three wives and the second young mistress, four beautiful women, occupied the four directions of the map. The young man's gaze subconsciously lingered on his second sister-in-law's name. Tie Ruonan also mustered her fighting spirit and resolutely said, "Fourth Brother, let's start with Zhiyun." She hadn't finished explaining, but Zhang Yang understood her meaning. Compared to the three wives who were like mothers, even though they were also forbidden sisters-in-law, it was still a little better. Just as the uncle and sister-in-law were pondering the detailed plan with mixed feelings, the loyal female slave suddenly discovered a big loophole. "Master, you missed a target, and the old lady too!" With a "pfft," Tie Ruonan laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight; while Zhang Fourth Brother, like a lump of mud, immediately collapsed to the ground in fright. The next instant, Qingyin cheerfully said, "Master, don't be afraid. The old woman is like a withered tree, no longer possessing any feminine spirit. Demons would never possess the elderly or children." "You... I'm going to punish you! Ouch, sister-in-law, don't hit me! That's not what I meant!" Zhang Yang jumped up from the ground, not even having a chance to teach the female slave who had frightened him a lesson, but his third sister-in-law misunderstood his "punishment," and her resentful fists and feet immediately unleashed their fury. The third day of the Evil Artifact Hunt. Zhang Yang, with a burning youthful heart, headed towards Ning Zhiyun's Rejuvenating Courtyard, only to be met with a bucket of cold water poured over his head. In less than half an hour, he returned to Qingxin Courtyard like a defeated rooster, dejected, and then added a large question mark next to his second sister-in-law's name. "Fourth Brother, what do you mean by this scribbles? Is it really Zhiyun?" The modern scribblings misled the wild beauty, and Zhang Yang hurriedly forced a smile, replying with a troubled expression, "No, it's not. Second Sister-in-law has me on her blacklist; I can't even get into her courtyard." "Hehe...serves you right. If it were me, I would have beaten you into a pig's head long ago." Despite her mishap, Tie Ruonan was actually quite pleased; it seemed her resentment towards Zhang Yang had deepened without her realizing it. Knowing he couldn't out-argue his third sister-in-law, Zhang Yang cleverly changed the subject, his gaze flashing and landing on the First Madam's name. In the entire Zheng Guo Duke's mansion, the most authoritative figure was naturally the elegant and noble First Madam. She was always surrounded by servants and protected by guards; even for Zhang Yang, touching her body without leaving a trace was no easy task. A spring breeze blew, and the space shifted. The evil weapon squad appeared in a small grove of trees. Two or three hundred meters away, the First Madam's plump and tall figure was still surrounded by a crowd, just like always. Even from that distance, Zhang Yang and his companions could sense the noblewoman's imposing aura. While observing the surroundings, Tie Ruonan warned in a low voice, "Fourth Brother, you can't act recklessly!" "Good sister, with your help, how could I act recklessly? After I count to three, you pretend to hit me, let Auntie come and mediate, and then I'll... Ah!" Before Zhang Yang could even finish the word "one," his sister-in-law had already kicked him hard in the buttocks. The boy's body flew out of the grove with a "whoosh" and was caught off guard. "You brat, spouting nonsense! You're not learning anything good. Your grandma is going to teach you a lesson today!" "Ouch, Third Sister-in-law, I'm innocent... Ah, stop hitting me! Help!" In less than ten seconds, Zhang Yang was bruised and battered. The conversation between the uncle and sister-in-law was entirely within the plan, but Tie Ruonan's beating was definitely unexpected. A surge of anger inexplicably welled up in Tie Ruonan's heart. She hit harder and harder, and Zhang Yang couldn't stop her. He had no choice but to change his plan and run towards the direction of the First Madam. Before the boy could reach the First Madam, the Third Young Mistress's long leg had already kicked him in the buttocks again. Zhang Yang screamed and knocked over several maids and servants. "Fourth Brother, Ruonan, stop! Fighting in public like this, what kind of behavior is this!" "Auntie, help! Third Sister-in-law is going to kill someone!" Zhang Yang weaved through the crowd of servants, struggling to get closer to his target. "You brat, dare to keep talking nonsense? I'll rip your tongue out!" The Third Young Mistress relentlessly pursued him. Several maids instinctively stepped forward to mediate, but she snapped at them, "Get out of the way! Anyone who dares to utter a word will get slapped!" In an instant, the smiles on everyone's faces froze. They realized that the Third Young Mistress was truly enraged this time! The Third Young Mistress's anger was no joke. Wherever the Fourth Young Master fled, chaos ensued, as no one wanted to be his scapegoat. The situation grew increasingly chaotic, and the First Madam finally lost her composure, hastily dispatching her personal female guards. A few seconds later, Tie Ruonan was locked in a fight with two female guards. Zhang Yang, screaming for help, threw himself into the First Madam's arms. "Fourth Master, don't be afraid, don't panic." The First Madam naturally extended her arms, but Zhang Yang's momentum was too great, and with a thud, the two of them fell into a clump of flowers and grass. Petals fluttered in the spring breeze, and Zhang Yang miraculously touched the plump breasts of a middle-aged beauty. The alluring waves of flesh trembled beneath his palms, but the madam's imposing presence was deeply ingrained in the young man's mind. He dared not linger, his fingers barely touching her before he leaped away. "Auntie, did I hurt you? It's my fault." "It's alright, just don't be so reckless next time." The madam's voluptuous body tensed slightly. Though the boy's burning passion still lingered on her trembling breasts, how could she possibly reprimand him in this situation? He'd passed the test, hehe… Zhang Yang secretly chuckled to himself, then feigned being frightened by the Third Young Mistress's murderous aura, leaping away and turning to flee. The next instant, the wicked young man suddenly felt a numbness in his legs, his body involuntarily tumbling back into the flowerbed, landing squarely on the madam's plump breasts. "Ah!" Despite the sudden and chaotic situation, the First Madam maintained her noble demeanor, her scream fleeting and barely audible. The mature woman's body trembled slightly beneath him, and Zhang Yang felt as if he were lying on a cloud, the soft, fleshy touch and intoxicating fragrance simultaneously filling his heart. He couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in his lower abdomen, and his desire instantly sprang to life, pressing heavily against the First Madam's abdomen. Several layers of clothing could not contain the heat of desire; as Zhang Yang's blood boiled, his scalp tingled, and he inwardly cried out, "Not good!" Sure enough, the First Madam's breath instantly became hot, her lower abdomen contracted rapidly, and her shocked gaze swept towards the area from which the strange sensation had originated. In a flash, Zhang Yang arched his back, lowered his elbows, and rolled into the depths of the flower bushes, carrying the First Madam with him. "Auntie, Third Sister-in-law has gone mad! She's going to kill someone! I'm scared..." The trembling voice, like a child's cry, the rapid rolling movements, and Zhang Yang's identity as a ghost—finally dispelled the First Madam's initial shock and disbelief, turning her anger into a scolding: "Fourth Brother, stop rolling! What kind of behavior is this?!" A soft moan escaped from the beautiful noblewoman's lips. Although Zhang Yang was a ghost, his body was unusually hot, causing even the dignified First Madam to blush. "Auntie, save me..." Zhang Yang had already reached a conclusion, but he pressed himself even closer, seemingly wanting to hide himself entirely in the doctor's soft, fragrant embrace. Beneath the flowers and among the grass, the mature and beautiful noblewoman was breathless, held tightly by the terrified young man. She clearly felt her breasts heating up from the friction. "Fourth Brother, stop...!" A woman's instinct made the First Madam's face tense. When Zhang Yang's fingers pinched her nipple, she finally sensed something was wrong. At the crucial moment, Tie Ruonan's voice pierced the air: "Zhang Silang, get out here! I want my aunt to judge this. How dare you call me a tomboy!" Though the flowerbeds were dense, they couldn't block the Third Young Mistress's footsteps. The First Madam's anger instantly turned to panic. Fortunately, Zhang Yang didn't cause trouble this time, rolling away a meter away as fast as he could. Petals flew, leaves fell, and dust filled the air. Zhang Yang fled in the chaos. The Third Young Mistress also wanted to leave, but the First Madam stopped her, giving her a thorough scolding until she had vented her pent-up emotions. Only then did the First Madam regain her dignified air as a noblewoman. In the strategic command room of the Evil Artifact Team at Qingxin Villa, Zhang Yang sniffed the lingering fragrance on his fingertips, then gently crossed out the First Madam's name. His pen paused, stopping at the Second Madam's name. Qingyin witnessed the entire process from the shadows. Recalling Zhang Yang's screams when he was beaten, she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, "Master, you acted so well! I almost had to step in to save you." Zhang Yang's screams weren't faked. He touched his still-bruised arm, exhaling a breath of hot air with lingering fear, and then said in an admiring tone, "Xiaoyin, you're getting smarter and smarter. That finger strike that hit my knee was so accurate, wasn't it?..." Qingyin's beautiful eyes widened in surprise. Just as she was about to ask further, Tie Ruonan's murderous figure suddenly appeared, waving her fist and demanding, "You brat, what did you do to Auntie earlier that made me get a good scolding?" Zhang Yang didn't want to die in the line of duty so soon. His mind raced, and he retorted, avoiding the main point, "Good sister-in-law, do you think I wanted to be a lecher? Do you think it's so easy to take advantage of women? Waaah... I'm not doing it anymore!"A torrent of resentment erupted from Zhang Yang, his aggrieved tone catching Tie Ruonan completely off guard. She was now forced to take the initiative to persuade him, rekindling his fighting spirit to win over the beautiful woman. Seeing his third sister-in-law yield greatly satisfied Zhang Yang, and his increasingly wicked eyes suddenly shifted, his target changing from the second wife to the fourth. "Sister-in-law, do you and Fourth Aunt often spar together? Hehe..." Zhang Yang's sly laughter made Tie Ruonan's beautiful eyes tremble, and she subconsciously had a bad feeling: "Fourth Brother, what trick are you planning to play now?" "Hehe... Good sister-in-law, the same trick can only be used once. To test Fourth Aunt, this is the only way..." After Zhang Silang whispered a few words in his third sister-in-law's ear, she suddenly jumped up, her wild and charming wheat-colored face as red as the evening glow: "No, no, I won't do it." Qingyin reminded her seriously: "Third Young Mistress, you just promised to help the master subdue the demon spirit. You are a heroine, and a word spoken is a word kept." Tie Ruonan was caught red-handed by Qingyin and couldn't help but show a helpless expression; Zhang Yang grinned, waved his hand, and the evil smoke drifted towards Fourth Madam's courtyard. The sun set in the west, dusk fell, and the evil artifact's "beauty conquest plan" continued. According to Zhang Yang's plan, the Third Young Mistress came to the Fourth Madam's courtyard and invited the youngest mother-in-law to have a martial arts match. Although the Fourth Madam was of a high generation, she was still a young woman in her prime. She was close in age to Tie Ruonan, and the two were kindred spirits, both enjoying martial arts. Naturally, they became close friends despite their age difference. Before Tie Ruonan could finish speaking, the Fourth Madam's sweet and petite body leaped up, laughing, "Ruonan, I heard that Fourth Brother calls you a tomboy, and you gave him a good beating today; how come your fists are still itching, hehe..." "Well, you even dare to make fun of me. When we spar later, I won't hold back." "Alright, let's see who's stronger, come on!" The Fourth Madam straightened her body, her beautiful breasts surging through her clothes. From a distance, the two mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law, with their special relationship, seemed to be "fighting breasts," which was incredibly stimulating. The half-serious, half-fake martial arts competition began. The two half-baked disciples of the righteous path fought fiercely, and at the most dazzling moment of their sword energy, the Third Young Mistress suddenly stopped. "Sigh, it's always like this, my spiritual power hasn't improved at all." The Duke of Zheng was often away, and martial arts games had become the Fourth Mistress's favorite way to pass the time. She was in high spirits and asked without hesitation, "Ruonan, do you have any good ideas?" A hint of hesitation flashed in the Third Young Mistress's eyes, but she still proceeded with her plan, "I'll build a special training room and set up many obstacles. It will definitely improve my spiritual power, and we can even fight blindfolded. I'll take you there another day..." "No, today, let's go now, hehe... Fighting blindfolded, what a great idea." Tie Ruonan was originally a little reluctant, but the Fourth Mistress willingly jumped into the crimson trap specially set for her. Chapter 3 Repairing His Mother Repairing His Mother In the newly built training room of Yingri Villa, there were indeed many obstacles, which could both increase the difficulty of the martial arts competition and hide a living person. Two beauties clashed in a dimly lit room, their shadows flickering, a fragrant breeze filling the air. Zhang Yang, hidden in the shadows, inhaled the scent of the beauties. A quarter of an hour later, Tie Ruonan began to execute her premeditated plan. She quietly removed the blindfold and suddenly launched a full-scale attack, quickly cornering the already less skilled Fourth Madam against the wall. "Hehe... Here she comes, Fourth Madam!" Zhang Yang peeked out from behind the obstacle, his hands already brimming with forbidden desire. Tie Ruonan gave a soft shout, her fist striking the Fourth Madam's shoulder. The beautiful woman stumbled, spinning 180 degrees, her breasts now directly facing the evil young man Zhang Yang behind the screen. The Fourth Madam swayed, disoriented, presenting Zhang Yang with the perfect opportunity. He pounced, unleashing the most revered move of modern times—the Breast-Grabbing Dragon Claw Hand! In the instant the evil wind surged, a strange force suddenly wrapped around Zhang Yang's legs, causing him to move a fraction of a second slower. With a "thud," by that narrow margin, Fourth Madam fell to the ground in an unusual posture, and Zhang Yang's large hands, instead of grasping his concubine's breasts, unexpectedly grabbed Third Sister-in-law's full, ample breasts. How could this be? How could another accident happen? Wait, why did I say "another"? Zhang Silang stared blankly at his hands, at Third Sister-in-law's firm, high breasts, his mind racing. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he not only forgot to retract his hands but also subconsciously squeezed them. At the same time, a gentle breeze dispersed the faint candlelight, and a faint red phantom flashed past the window. "Hehe... This lad is quite interesting. I thought this mission would be boring. Kid, have fun here. I'm going to meet my precious junior sister." Miao Ji secretly "helped" the evil artifact youth, then, amidst unrestrained laughter, leaped to Qingxin Courtyard. Her semi-transparent gauze dress flashed, and Miao Ji smiled at her junior sister, who looked exactly like her twenty years ago, deliberately remaining silent to test Qing Ji's reaction with her sudden appearance. Xiao Yin was leaning against the window, waiting for her master to return. The smile on Miao Ji's face made her unable to feel the normal wariness; instead, she asked curiously, "Eh, who are you? Which courtyard are you from? Do you also know Taoist magic?" Miao Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked with extreme suspicion, "You really don't recognize me? Good junior sister." "Junior sister, you're my senior sister? Hehe... That's great! Finally, someone knows about my past. Can you tell me?" Qing Yin was overjoyed, but then frowned and shook her head, saying, "No, no. My master said I wasn't happy before, and it's better this way; I don't want to know about the past. This... senior sister, you should go." Miao Ji had been observing her junior sister for several days, constantly troubled by this expression. Her eyes shifted, and she said, "Junior sister, if you don't want to hear it, then I'm leaving. Really leaving. You won't regret it?" The voluptuous and alluring woman floated towards the courtyard gate. Taking half a step across the threshold, she suddenly turned back and lied, "Oh dear, I forgot something important. Little Linglong, your daughter, is dead. Do you want her belongings?" "Little Linglong? My daughter? Do I have a daughter?" Qingyin repeated the words "Little Linglong" repeatedly, but felt no unusual sensation in her heart. Miaoji stared intently at every change in her junior sister's face, but found nothing useful. Having used her ultimate move, the woman changed her tone, smiling slightly, "Oh, it seems I mistook you for someone else. I'm sorry, you're probably not my junior sister." "Hehe...it's alright, you're a nice person. Which courtyard's slave girl are you from? I'll come find you to play tomorrow." In the innocent girl's heart, a woman in this mansion who knew magic and moved mysteriously should be just like her—a slave girl! Hearing Qingyin's words, Miaoji nearly fell off the wall as she leaped onto it. She finally understood—Qingji, her junior sister who was even smarter than her, had become stupid and had lost her memory! Could this be… the price of being resurrected? Inside the training room, time seemed to freeze at the moment Zhang Yang kneaded Tie Ruonan's beautiful breasts. Her nipples swelled, and a chilling killing intent suddenly erupted. "Have you touched enough?" Tie Ruonan glared angrily. If looks could kill, Zhang Yang would have died a thousand times over. Just as she was about to explode, the dizzy Fourth Madam inadvertently saved Zhang Yang's life. "Ruonan, who are you talking to? What are you touching?" "I..." Tie Ruonan's already flushed face showed even more panic. Seeing that the Fourth Madam was about to remove the blindfold, she involuntarily flew forward and threw a gust of punches, saying, "Fourth Madam, I said you're slacking off! Come on, take this!" "Alright, come on then, hehe..." The two women started fighting again. Amidst the whooshing sounds of their energy, the Fourth Madam suddenly uttered a series of coquettish complaints. "Ah, Ruonan, why are you pinching my breasts?" "Ouch, you're still pinching." "Hey! Why are you using a weapon? Ah, don't poke me with that stick!" Tie Ruonan's cheeks were almost dripping blood. While struggling to defuse the Fourth Madam's complaints, she kicked Zhang Yang's "stick" and then kicked the contorted Zhang Yang into the shadows, abruptly ending their ambiguous game. "I'm done fighting, I'm exhausted. Let's spar another day." The Fourth Madam casually removed her blindfold, rubbing her breasts as she chuckled and complained, "Are you crazy? You're hitting so hard! You almost crushed my breasts, look!" There were no inhibitions between close friends, and the Fourth Madam pretended to reveal "evidence," but the Third Young Mistress quickly covered her collar, pulling and dragging the young woman out of the training room. The beautiful figure departed, leaving a lingering fragrance. Zhang Yang lay in the corner, his mind still savoring that fleeting glimpse of snow-white skin. Hehe…so fragrant! Too bad the little aunt isn't the host either, alas! The evil artifact youth returned to the Qingxin Villa, regretfully crossing out the beautiful little aunt's name. Just as he was pondering his next strategy, the courtyard gate suddenly slammed open, kicked open by Tie Ruonan. "Zhang Yang, I'm going to kill you!" Tie Ruonan's rage filled the room. Zhang Yang slammed the bedroom door shut as fast as he could and shouted, "Third sister-in-law, don't come in! I'm not dressed!"The menacing footsteps outside the door quickened rather than slowed. The cunning Zhang Yang, quick-witted, grabbed Qingyin and whispered, "Xiaoyin, scream! Scream loudly!" "Ah! Ah... Ahh... Master, it's so big! Oh... It's bursting!" Qingyin's first scream was dull and uninteresting, forcing Zhang Yang to bite her nipple. The beautiful slave girl finally understood her master's meaning and began to scream unrestrainedly. The wild beauty pounded her fists on the door, but dared not exert real force. Although she could hear the weakness in Qingyin's screams, how could she risk it in this situation? "You brat, get out here!" "Good sister, once you've calmed down, I'll come out." The fiery beauty met the rogue boy; the uncle and sister-in-law wrestled through the door, while the loyal slave girl added fuel to the fire, throwing herself into her master's arms and grasping his wicked penis. "Hmm..." A deep, muffled groan drifted through the crack in the door. Tie Ruonan's tall, athletic body trembled violently, as if pricked by a sharp thorn. Qingyin's moans grew louder and more realistic. When a trembling "whoosh" sound escaped through the crack, Tie Ruonan suddenly lifted her feet off the ground, fleeing in panic for the first time in her life. "Ugh!" Inside the door, Zhang Yang thrust forcefully, his penis plunging heavily into Qingyin's womb. The powerful momentum pierced through the beauty's body, making the door creak and groan. Qingyin wrapped her arms around Zhang Yang's neck, her body gently leaping, her legs encircling the man's waist: "Ah... Master, I'm... I'm going to die, ah!" In the screams of climax, Zhang Yang and Qingyin died and came back to life together. After their semen and vaginal fluids mingled, the young man couldn't help but sigh helplessly. Third Sister-in-law was angry and left. Without such a powerful assistant, what would happen to the plan? It seems I need to revise it. Time passed leisurely as Zhang Yang pondered, and his inspiration arose with the sound of Qingyin swallowing semen. Qingyin licked the last drop of semen from the glans, Zhang Yang whispered something in her earlobe, and finally, with a wave of his arm, shouted uncontrollably, "Baby, 3v1? 166!" "Hey, Master, what does 'Xiu Tai Mu' mean? Are you going to punish someone's mother?" "Haha... Xiaoyin, you're so cute." Zhang Yang laughed so hard he almost fell over, then explained haphazardly, "Xiu Tai Mu is the most popular slang in the martial arts world, meaning 'heroic action,' but I prefer your 'Xiu Ta Lao Mu.' Hehe, from now on, if anyone dares to offend us, we'll use this to curse them!" "Hehe... Okay, let's 'Xiu Ta Lao Mu' together!" Being able to create a new word, and a secret shared with her master, Qingyin's jade-like face lit up with joy, and she shouted the most popular slang, happily soaring into the sky. Zhang Yang lay on the cool couch, muttering to himself, "Hmm, am I a little evil? Hehe, I'm an 'evil artifact,' so being a little evil is to be expected." For the next two days, the Duke's mansion was surprisingly peaceful. However, rumors began to circulate in the streets and alleys of Yinzhou City, claiming that the Duke's fourth young master was merely an abandoned baby he had found, which explained his unusual appearance—a crippled Yin person. The rumors spread far and wide, finally reaching the ears of the old lady. Enraged, her face contorted, she leaned on her cane and roared, "Investigate! Turn Yinzhou upside down and find out who's spreading these lies! Cut out their tongues! This is infuriating!" The Duke's mansion was unusually furious, and all the city's soldiers were mobilized. However, before the culprit spreading the rumors could be caught, the fourth young master had disappeared again. The rumors dealt Zhang Yang a blow far greater than anyone expected. Even the somewhat skeptical Third Young Mistress's expression changed slightly as she rushed into Qingxin Courtyard. "Xiaoyin, where's Silang? Is his disappearance true or false?" "I...I don't know, Third Young Mistress, don't ask me." Qingyin couldn't lie. Although she remembered her mistress's instructions, her shifty eyes and nervous fingers betrayed her. "That brat, so he's after Second Aunt." Tie Ruonan sighed, both amused and exasperated. While she couldn't condone Zhang Yang's lecherous scheme, she couldn't help but admire his cunning. She thought to herself, "This kid can even come up with something like this. He's so sly. Hmm, Second Aunt is naturally gentle and quiet; she'll definitely fall for it. I'll hug and comfort him." Heh heh, it seems Zhang Yang will be back soon. It's best to leave now and avoid being bothered by him again. In the Second Madam's courtyard, things unfolded exactly as Tie Ruonan had imagined, though she had only guessed the first half, not the second. Of the Duke Zheng's four wives, the First Madam was dignified and elegant, the Fourth Madam was sweet and petite, the Third Madam was graceful and beautiful beyond compare, while the Second Madam was gentle and quiet, and closest to Zhang Yang when he was a child. Whenever Zhang Yang misbehaved and was punished by the Duke Zheng, he would always run to his Second Madam's room to compete with his younger sister Zhang Youyue for her warm embrace. Now, heartbroken, he once again hid in the Second Madam's bed, startling her, who had been searching for him all day and was panting heavily. "Ah, Si Lang, what are you doing here? We were so worried about you. Come, your aunt will take you to see the First Emperor." "No, I don't want to go anywhere, Second Aunt, I just want to stay here." Zhang Yang's hair was disheveled, his eyes were unfocused, and he looked like he was about to collapse, but his mind was racing: Hehe... If I had known I was such a good actor, I should have been an actor in my past life. Maybe I could have even brought home an Oscar. "Si Lang, you're an adult now, you can't..." How could Zhang Yang let his second wife remain calm? His cheeks suddenly turned red, and he asked very excitedly, "Aunt, you don't want me anymore? Am I really a bastard I picked up? Waaah..." Men's tears are rare, but they are very powerful, especially when they flow from the eyes of a "ghost," which makes the second wife feel extremely sorry for him. "Fourth Master, don't listen to others' nonsense. You are definitely Master's biological son. Back then, it was your concubine who first carried you out of the room." In a daze, the Second Madam's thoughts returned to seven or eight years ago. The handsome young man before her had become a sad little boy. Her delicate and graceful body involuntarily stepped forward and hugged the little Fourth Master in her eyes. The middle-aged beauty fell into a trap, and the evil weapon-wielding youth pounced on her without hesitation, his large hand pressing down on the Second Madam's mature and soft breasts. The beauty's breasts trembled slightly, but the Soul-Suppressing Bracelet remained unmoved. Zhang Yang quietly sniffed the scent of frankincense, then reluctantly released his hand, concealing his true feelings by mimicking the Second Madam's tone, "My aunt still loves me the most. I trust you, and I won't overthink it anymore." Zhang Yang's gaze returned to calm, and he looked towards the door. Sensing his intention to leave, the Second Madam stood up first, saying again, "Fourth Brother, I'll accompany you to see the Ancestor, so she won't worry." The bright moon in the night sky radiated a warm glow, leisurely dispelling the evil energy of the earth, but a cloud of smoke and evil energy emanated from the roof of the Second Madam's courtyard, which the moonlight could not melt away no matter how hard it tried. "Eh, motherly love and filial piety? This is too uncomfortable! I kindly suggest you two be a little more intimate, hehe..." The Valley Master of Dust-Absorbing Valley, Miao Ji, peeked half her face out from the smoke. With a gentle wave of her sleeve, evil poisonous energy, like a snake, slithered into the window, enveloping the two figures inside. Zhang Yang's eyes paused slightly, then he suddenly threw himself into the Second Madam's arms, shouting like a sulking child, "No, I won't go out! I'll only sleep with you tonight, Auntie!" "What? You want to sleep here?" "Yes, I want to sleep with you, Auntie, just like when I was little." Zhang Yang not only repeated his insistence but also added fuel to the fire, "Auntie, are you lying to Fourth Brother? Waaah... I'm not really a bastard, am I?" "No, no, how could Auntie lie to Fourth Brother?" The Second Madam's beautiful eyes widened in alarm, her heart softening more than ever before. When Zhang Yang's cheeks pressed against her breasts, causing them to tremble, she wasn't angry. Instead, she recalled Zhang Yang's childhood, and her emotions became chaotic. She actually nodded and said, "Alright, Auntie will stay with you tonight. Fourth Brother is such a naughty child who never grows up." "Hehe, Fourth Brother is such a bad child, he wants his mother to hold him!" The "bad child's" breath was hotter than an adult's. He said he wanted his "mother" to hold him, but his hands suddenly pushed the Second Madam down onto the bed. The bed trembled slightly, the gauze curtains fluttered, and the young man and the beautiful woman were intertwined in an extremely ambiguous position. "Hmm... Fourth Brother, no, you're pressing down on your aunt." The Second Madam's entire upper body was almost entirely pressed against the young man's body, and a blush flashed across her beautiful face. She finally felt a little uncomfortable. The Second Madam stiffened, and Zhang Yang's face immediately darkened. He preemptively said angrily, "Auntie doesn't love me as much as before. Do you also despise me for being a cunning person? Humph, I'm going to sleep now." "Turning the tables" was definitely a shameless trick. As soon as this trick was used, the beautiful woman immediately remembered the young man's pitiful hidden ailment and indeed felt guilty. "Fourth Brother, it was Auntie's fault. Don't be angry." Zhang Yang secretly rejoiced, but his face remained calm. He forcibly suppressed his desire and said "innocently," "I'm not angry with Auntie. Auntie, take off your outer clothes. You should rest."Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yang had already enthusiastically unbuttoned the Second Madam's robe. A woman's instinct made the Second Madam want to object, but she was naturally weak and her thoughts were elsewhere. After a moment's hesitation, her body was already half-naked, a large expanse of her snow-white breasts exposed. Zhang Yang's "innocent little hands" continued to reach for her undergarment. The Second Madam's slender, graceful body trembled like a willow catkin in the wind, repeatedly dodging and even pleading, "Fourth Brother, it's...it's cold, don't take it off, Auntie is afraid of the cold." "Alright then, but Auntie must hold me to sleep." Zhang Yang withdrew his hand from the undergarment, and the Second Madam couldn't help but relax, a natural feeling of gratitude welling up within her: Hmm, Fourth Brother is so obedient, I'll hold him to sleep then. With a subtle shift in her thoughts, the Second Madam proactively opened her arms and embraced the "good boy's" much taller body. Zhang Yang's throat tightened; his feigned innocence could no longer conceal the dark fire of desire. He once again buried his face in the Second Madam's arms, slipping into the same quilt. "Ah... Fourth Brother, don't... be so rough, Auntie can't breathe." Forbidden desire lashed against the beautiful woman's breasts. The thin undergarment offered no respite from the heat, and the Second Madam's nipples subtly hardened, revealing two alluring marks beneath the thin fabric, further clouding her mind. Hmm, Fourth Brother slept like this when he was little. Since I promised him, I'll let him be. Ah... you naughty boy, so close. Zhang Yang appeared to be asleep, but his subtle movements never ceased. With a slow turn, the boy's lips "accidentally" brushed against her nipples. "Ah!" The Second Madam was struck dumb; her voluptuous body trembled violently, and a scream escaped her lips. "Oh, Auntie, you're still awake?" Zhang Yang "woke up," trying his best to imitate Qingyin's gaze. Although he couldn't quite capture the pure emotion, it still made the Second Madam's heartstrings tremble, and her jade-like body, which had fled to the bedside, automatically returned to its original position. "Auntie, it's more comfortable for me to lie in your arms than when I was a child." A sly smile flashed across Zhang Yang's lips, and he boldly wrapped his arms aroun

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