【Evil Weapon】1-2

At dawn, a playful ray of sunlight peeked into the room, dancing on Zhang Yang's eyelids. He awoke with a drowsy sigh that quickly turned into a muffled groan. The moment he moved, a sharp, excruciating abdominal pain shot through him, making him feel as if his body was falling apart. The Fourth Young Master was ill! He'd fallen ill before the full moon! This was no small matter. The entire Duke's mansion was in a state of panic. Whether direct relatives or collateral relatives, a large group of ladies and young women flocked to the scene. The once tranquil convalescent courtyard was now bustling with people, leaving Xiao Mei, the mastermind behind it all, exhausted and cursing inwardly. The Fourth Young Master, confined to his bed, was also having a difficult time. Dealing with the distant collateral relatives was easy, and he could remain calm even with the matriarch, but several concubines stood unusually close. "Ugh!" The alluring fragrance of three middle-aged beauties swirled around Zhang Yang, their swollen breasts swaying before his eyes. The blood in his body began to surge again, and the cramps in his lower abdomen suddenly intensified. "Fourth Master, where does it hurt? Tell your aunts quickly." The Second and Fourth Madams bent down to show their concern, while the First Madam carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "It's nothing, I'm fine, much better!" The First Madam's milky fragrance filled his nostrils, and the breasts of the Second and Fourth Madams were pressing against his arms. In the throes of sexual bliss, Zhang Yang almost wanted to cry out. For the first time, the old woman was without Bai Ling's attendant. Leaning on her cane, she urgently ordered, "Send a message to Second Madam's family, requesting the divine physician in-laws to come personally to treat Fourth Young Master's illness. Go quickly!" Jing Qingtian passed by the maid who was running out, gently comforting her, "Old woman, don't worry. Although Fourth Young Master's strange illness has worsened, fortunately, our four junior sisters brought a message from Master: the hundred herbs and immortal medicines have been gathered, and we can refine the elixir soon." Zi Ling Yu Nu skillfully pulled the beautiful women apart slightly, then placed her palm on Zhang Yang's chest. After a moment of flashing spiritual energy, Zhang Yang's pain indeed disappeared, and he peacefully fell asleep. Time flew by, and Zhang Si Lang had been lying in bed for over ten days. That day, he walked out of the courtyard gate, feeling refreshed, only to be stopped by his three wives: "Fourth Master, be good, go back to your room and lie down, don't worry the old lady." "Ah!" Zhang Yang looked up at the sky, only then realizing that it was already the fifteenth of the month. Alas, he was going to have another attack tonight! No matter how unwilling the women of the Duke's mansion were, the moon still came out, round and bright. As always, Zhang Fourth Master trembled with fear in his strange dreams, and was also consumed by lust in his erotic dreams. "This idiot, he really does go crazy on time!" Xiao Linglong, transformed into Xiao Mei, couldn't understand Zhang Yang's strange illness, nor was she interested in understanding it. She pressed her finger heavily on Zhang Yang's lower abdomen, easily suppressing the swelling of his manhood. A moment later, Zhang Yang was unsurprisingly awakened by the nightmare. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was immediately enveloped by the murderous intent in Xiao Linglong's eyes. "Who...who are you? Don't come any closer, I'm going to...call the police! Don't come any closer, I really'm going to call the police!" Zhang Yang instinctively reached for the bedside table, but only touched an antique teacup. Miscalculating, he stumbled and fell off the bed. "Ugh...how did my phone turn into a teacup?!" Before losing consciousness again, he kept thinking about this strange question. "Hehe...this is so funny, this idiot is getting more and more interesting. Senior sister, what kind of magical artifact is the 'telephone'? He even wants to 'hug the well,' isn't he afraid of dying while hugging the well?" Jing Qingtian wanted to laugh too, but she couldn't: "Junior sister, stop fooling around, be careful people outside hear us." At the entrance of the courtyard, the Zhang family members were all waiting, listening to Zhang Yang's groans, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, and everyone was extremely worried. Finally, the dawn broke through the sky, but Zhang Yang did not wake up as usual. Jing Qingtian stood before the old lady with an unprecedentedly solemn expression, and said in a deep voice, "Si Lang's condition is more serious than I imagined. I'm afraid I won't live to see Master send the medicine." The old lady's body went limp on the spot, and the second and fourth wives were equally pale; the first wife was slightly better, and grabbed Jing Qingtian's wrist, saying urgently, "Miss Jing, you are the Grand Preceptor's eldest disciple, you must still have a way, right? Save Si Lang, he is the apple of the old lady's eye, he can't be harmed!" "First wife, don't worry, although my cultivation is insufficient, Master's magic power is boundless, we can take the initiative to send Si Lang up the mountain; if we calculate the days, it will be just in time for the day the elixir is ready." "Good, good! Someone! Prepare the carriage, send the fourth young master to the immortal mountain, notify the city guard, and immediately send a team of elite soldiers to escort him." Xiao Mei, who was serving nearby, couldn't help but want to stop her when she heard that soldiers would be accompanying them, but Jing Qingtian quietly flicked her sleeve, and a gust of cold wind entered her mouth. The Duke's Mansion issued an order, and the garrison commander of Yinzhou City practically jumped out of bed barefoot. A thousand elite cavalrymen quickly assembled outside the city, escorting the Duke's carriage at breakneck speed. Three days later, on a mountain peak a few miles from the official road, the Valley Master of Dust-Absorbing Valley gazed at the billowing dust and laughed heartily, "A few juniors, a thousand mortal soldiers, think they can bring treasures up the mountain like this? It seems True Person Zi Lei is getting more and more foolish." "Valley Master is wise! Our Dust-Absorbing Valley will surely shake the world!" A group of evil disciples knelt in unison, making Miao Ji's figure even more charming and alluring. After enjoying the wonderful compliments, Miao Ji said to the equally enchanting Mei Ji, "Junior Sister, you shall lead the team. I'll wait here for your good news; I don't want people to say I'm bullying the younger generation, hehe..." "Boom..." The thunderous hoofbeats of the galloping army were enough to shake the earth. In addition to the thousand elite soldiers, more than a dozen Duke's Mansion retainers followed closely behind the carriage. "Whoosh—" A magically conjured arrow suddenly appeared, tearing through the air and swiftly revealing the bloody scene. Where the arrow passed, screams echoed endlessly until over a dozen soldiers were pierced through the heart by a single arrow, at which point the arrow of spiritual energy scattered into specks of light. After the arrow, the sky instantly darkened, and a vast rain of arrows swept across the sky, offering no protection whatsoever to mortal shields. For cultivators to deal with mortal soldiers was like cutting melons and vegetables; the thousands of soldiers were reduced to mere scraps in moments. The Duke's retainers, however, possessed some skill; their swords flashed with the aura of top-tier mortal masters. They roared as they blocked the first wave of arrows, then turned their horses around, protecting the carriage as they galloped away. "Hehehe…heroes, don't be in such a hurry, stay and play with me." A lewd laugh echoed through the void as the alluring concubine descended from the sky, her half-naked breasts jiggling slightly, causing even the dozen or so warhorses to involuntarily rear up, their nostrils flaring with hot breath. Although the Duke's retainers quickly steadied their horses, several unorthodox female disciples leaped into the air and easily tackled them to the ground. "Disciples, there's plenty to eat, don't waste it, eat to your heart's content! Hehe..." Mei Ji laughed merrily, while the little demon girls waved their arms; in moments, they were riding on the retainers, violently bobbing and swaying. Mei Ji walked through the swarms of fleshy worms, arriving alone at the carriage door, mocking, "Little girls from Purple Thunder Mountain, come out, I've sensed your presence." The carriage curtain fluttered slightly in the wind, but there was no movement inside. "Little girls, come out!" After waiting a few seconds, still no movement from inside the carriage, a sense of foreboding rose in Mei Ji's eyes. She struck the carriage door heavily from a distance. With a "bang!", the carriage door shattered, but the interior was empty, except for a talisman that floated slowly before Mei Ji's eyes, as if mocking the woman who had fallen for her trap. "You little bitch!" Mei Ji roared as she leaped into the air, sending the carriage and its eight warhorses flying more than ten feet away. An hour later, Mei Ji stood before her senior sister with a hint of unease. Miao Ji glanced sideways at her junior sister, causing Mei Ji's expression to change slightly. Suddenly, she burst into laughter: "Junior sister, don't worry, I already knew the Yin Yuanling wasn't in the carriage. Old Man Zi Lei's disciple wouldn't be that stupid." "Ah, so Senior Sister really means to let them go up the mountain?" "Yes, not only let them go, but let them go naturally, hehe..." Miao Ji's laughter became even more triumphant, and a little ruthless. She subconsciously lowered her voice and said, "If Old Man Zi Lei wants to refine the 'Yin Yuan Dan,' he will definitely need to use the Xuan Ling Cauldron. As long as we can seize the opportunity, not to mention the Yin Yuan Dan, even that ancient magic weapon will be in my pocket. Hehe..." "Senior Sister, are you going to launch a full-scale attack on Zi Lei Mountain?" Mei Ji's plump face revealed a hint of fear. Although she and Miao Ji were both experts at the Great Void Realm, compared to Zi Lei Mountain, they were still far inferior. "Hehe... Junior Sister, how could the experts guarding Leifeng Pagoda know about what that old man Zi Lei did? He would definitely choose a secluded place, and that place just happens to be one I know." At this point, Miao Ji sighed playfully again, "Qing Yin is so good to us; even in death, she can be of great use. Junior Sister, let's go. If things succeed, I won't treat you unfairly." The two bewitching women laughed in unison, then soared into the air on their swords, swaying their ample breasts and buttocks, flying towards Zi Lei Mountain. Chapter Six: Cause and Effect While the Yinzhou army was being massacred, the real Duke's carriage was speeding through the mountains and forests. Several talismans transformed the fine steed into a magnificent horse, its hooves seemingly flying close to the ground; when the wheels encountered difficult terrain, the Four Spirit Sword Maidens abandoned their fairy-like appearance and volunteered to act as laborers, driving the carriage over mountains and rivers. Midway through the journey, Zhang Yang slowly regained consciousness. After learning about the situation from Jing Qingtian, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Why is Xiaomei here too? Is she also going to Daoshan?""Fourth Young Master, do you think I'm not good enough, or are you just being chivalrous?" Little Linglong sat on the carriage shaft, enthusiastically cracking her whip. Whether it was her aura or the sound of the whip, Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat, a strange sense of familiarity rising within him. In a daze, he seemed to see a naked girl crawling on the ground, while he cruelly whipped her. Success was within reach, but Jing Qingtian felt little joy. She secretly gave Little Linglong a look, then softly said to Zhang Yang, "Fourth Brother, you're weak, try to talk less and rest more; we'll be at Purple Thunder Mountain soon." "That's right, if we don't rest now, we won't be able to rest when we get to the mountain." Little Linglong completely disregarded her senior sister's warning, whipping the horse while glancing back at Zhang Fourth Brother with a mocking look. Zhang Yang, still somewhat dazed, didn't grasp the implied meaning. Mentioning Zi Lei Mountain, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Qing Tian, what kind of otherworldly mountain is Zi Lei Mountain? Could you tell me about it, so I won't be impolite when I visit?" Zi Ling Yu Nu suppressed her inexplicable thoughts and replied with a smile, "Although Zi Lei Mountain is one of the Ten Great Daoist Mountains, it doesn't have many rules. Fourth Brother, just relax." Xiao Linglong, never one to be left out, abruptly chimed in, "Twenty years ago, Zi Lei Mountain was called Wan Yu Palace, inhabited by thirteen demonesses. After the 'Demon Extermination War,' the ten sect leaders, to prevent the Wan Yu demonesses from rising again, forced Zi Lei Zhenren to establish a sect on the mountain. Yi Yuan Sheng Jun even gifted the Xuan Ling Cauldron to Zi Lei Zhenren, which is how Zi Lei Daoist Mountain came to be." Jing Qingtian's face darkened, wanting to stop Xiaomei's antics, but Zhang Yang listened with great interest, sitting up straight and asking, "Why would the ten major sects join forces to attack a few women? Are they that powerful?" "There's a lot you don't know." The carriage sped onto a flat path, and Xiaomei retracted her whip, turning to face Zhang Yang. Ignoring Jing Qingtian's attempts to stop her, she began to tell a story with great enthusiasm. Thirty years ago, a woman of unparalleled talent appeared in the cultivation world: Wan Mudan. At a young age, her spiritual power reached the Taixu realm, and she was infinitely close to the highest dream of cultivators—the Primordial Chaos, immortality! Such a genius was betrayed and abandoned by a man. In a fit of rage, Wan Mudan killed him. From then on, she called herself "The Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires," dedicating herself to fighting unfaithful men, killing them without hesitation, regardless of their background. Hearing this, Zhang Yang suddenly had a strange feeling. He was particularly interested in the Myriad Desires Demoness and couldn't help but interject, "This isn't even a major crime, so why did the ten major sects join forces against her?" Jing Qingtian was speechless, while Xiao Linglong's little face hardened, and she said righteously, "The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. What's the point of reasoning? You idiot, if you want to hear it, don't interrupt." Xiao Linglong, like countless moonlit nights, glared at her master without any manners; while Zhang Yang was captivated by the legend and didn't react for a moment. As Xiao Linglong's clear voice echoed, Zhang Yang seemed to see twelve women who all hated men walking together with the Myriad Desires Demoness. A few years after the Myriad Desires Palace was established, it was suddenly besieged by the ten major righteous sects. Finally, the Yuan Saint Lord descended from the sky and used the Xuanling Cauldron to destroy the thirteen demonesses. Xiao Linglong said mysteriously, "I heard that the Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires didn't truly vanish; her primordial spirit is still suppressed in the Leifeng Pagoda atop our Purple Thunder Mountain. Also, before her physical body was destroyed, she swore to—return to the mortal realm and kill all the unfaithful men in the world!" "Kill all the unfaithful men in the world, ah, your Purple Thunder Mountain? Xiao Mei, who exactly are you?" Zhang Yang subconsciously repeated the Demoness of Ten Thousand Desires' terrifying oath, then his expression changed, finally realizing the oddity. "Senior Sister, the mystery should be solved now. I don't want to continue serving this fool, hehe..." Xiao Linglong was particularly happy to make Jing Qingtian unhappy. She immediately shrugged her shoulders, instantly transforming back into a beautiful young woman with delicate features, her crescent-shaped eyes sparkling, especially captivating. "Fourth Brother, I'm sorry, I had no choice!" The Purple Spirit Jade Maiden sighed deeply. As anger flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes, she pointed a finger, causing him to forget the pain of reality in his unconscious state. The wind rose and the clouds fell, the moon hid and the sun rose. Ten days later, the carriage, concealed by Taoist magic, secretly entered the back mountain of Purple Thunder. After passing a waterfall, it entered a chilling cave. The cave was divided into two sections, an outer one vast and an inner one deep and cold. At the end of the inner cave, on a bed of millennia-old ice, lay a beautiful woman in palace attire. Purple Thunder Master sat cross-legged before the ice bed, his beard and hair frosted white, yet he refused to use his spiritual power to resist. The Four Spirit Sword Maidens and Little Linglong automatically stood at the entrance of the outer cave. Jing Qingtian walked around the corner alone and came to the ice bed. Although she addressed him as "Master," her eyes were filled with familial affection. "Disciple, I'm sorry to trouble you. Please pay your respects to... Master's wife first." The word "daughter" was already on the tip of his tongue, but Purple Thunder Master had to change his address. As the leader of a righteous sect, how could he secretly have an affair with a vixen from an evil sect, let alone father a daughter out of wedlock? Aside from Xiao Linglong knowing the truth for special reasons, Jing Qingtian's identity was absolutely a secret. "Master, Senior Sister, it's about time. Let's perform the ritual. Where's the Xuanling Cauldron?" Xiao Linglong giggled as she entered the inner cave, tossing the unconscious Zhang Yang at her master's feet. Upon seeing Zhang Yang, True Person Zi Lei's face flushed with excitement. He then flicked his wrist and sleeve, letting out a loud roar, "The righteous laws of heaven and earth, the Xuanling Cauldron to slay evil, appear!" With a shout, an ancient cauldron the size of a fist appeared above True Person Zi Lei's head. With a surge of spiritual energy, the cauldron landed, causing the cave to tremble. An ancient magical artifact? It transformed into a colossal object over ten feet tall! "Wow, Master, you really brought the Xuanling Cauldron! What's that thing at the mountain's array eye?" The entire Purple Thunder Mountain was used to Little Linglong's lack of manners. Purple Thunder True Man was circulating his spiritual energy, and Jing Qingtian chuckled in response, "Ancient magical artifacts are like people. As long as the artifact's spirit leaves within twelve hours, it won't affect the array's power." "Qingtian, you and Little Linglong go outside the cave to guard it. No one is allowed to enter until the time is up; Four Spirit Sword Maidens, lend your master a hand!" The Taoist cauldron's three legs trembled, and the lid opened automatically as if it had a life of its own. Purple Thunder True Man pointed a finger, and Zhang Yang was sucked into the ancient cauldron. Next? Then, the True Fire of the Void flew from Purple Thunder True Man's fingertip, like a fiery snake, rapidly circling the Xuanling Cauldron. Purple Thunder True Man wished he could immediately refine the Supreme Yin Essence into an unparalleled elixir, but after only half an hour, he showed signs of exhaustion and had to sit cross-legged in meditation. The Four Spirit Sword Maidens had spent years perfecting their formation for this moment. Although they were only at the Spirit Void Realm, their special techniques allowed them to draw upon their master's true fire, giving True Person Purple Thunder space to breathe and regulate his energy. Time passed leisurely, and True Person Purple Thunder and his four female disciples grew increasingly weary. Meanwhile, Zhang Yang inside the Profound Spirit Cauldron was also changing. From the moment he was thrown into the cauldron, Zhang Yang's body was unconscious, but his soul sensed an extremely dangerous aura. In a daze, he frantically fled forward, about to be caught by the Tai Xu Flames? Then, he gritted his teeth and leaped, immediately hearing a burst of laughter. "Hey, buddy, your ancient costume is really stylish. Where did you buy it? Show us." Zhang Yang's eyes widened in surprise, and sneakers, streetlights, highways, buildings… everything distant yet familiar rushed towards him. Ah, back to my own world, hehe… The laughter of a group of street dancers interrupted Zhang Yang's thoughts. He fell to the ground, flipped over, and jumped up. Before he could even steady himself, the strange flames suddenly reappeared. The flames, like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, instantly devoured everything around Zhang Yang. He screamed and ran for his life, but the ground in front of him suddenly split open, forcing him to leap again involuntarily. With a "bang," Zhang Yang landed on a cloud-shrouded mountain. This time, the strange fire didn't appear; instead, a fairy-like beauty in ancient costume appeared. Just as a gasp of amazement escaped his throat, the "fairy" suddenly transformed into a demoness. Her voluptuous breasts burst forth from her clothes, standing proudly in the sunlight, radiating a dazzling white light. "Ugh!" The boy's heart pounded a hundred times faster in an instant. The demoness's beautiful breasts not only filled his vision, but her pink nipples flew straight towards his lips. Zhang Yang couldn't dodge, nor did he want to. Instinctively, he opened his mouth wide and recklessly bit into the swaying breasts. Next? There he was, passing right through the beauty's body. When he recovered from his daze, he saw the demoness's nipples light up, shooting out two laser-like rays that blasted a man dressed in ancient attire into a cloud of blood mist. "My god, this...this is..." Before Zhang Yang could recover, another half-naked fairy passed through him, creating another cloud of blood mist; then a third, a fourth...thirteen in a row, breathtakingly beautiful women who would make women jealous and men's noses bleed, appeared. Zhang Yang couldn't tell if he was a hallucination or if these beauties were hallucinations. Just then, a young man dressed in modern casual clothes suddenly came into his view. "Huh, isn't that me?"Watching his "self" scramble and dodge amidst the flashing swords, Zhang Yang subconsciously touched the brocade robe he wore, then suddenly realized, "Oh, I'm dreaming, dreaming again, sigh!" Looking at the powerful cultivators flying overhead, Zhang Yang inadvertently recalled memories of every full moon night, including those countless recurring dreams. In Zhang Yang's mind, this battle of cultivators was like an old movie, exactly as he had dreamt. The only thing he was looking forward to was the scene of a beautiful woman playing the zither on her nipples. Finally, the powerful ancient cauldron appeared, its golden light turning Zhang Yang's erotic dream into a nightmare. As the golden light contracted, Zhang Yang and his other "self" were simultaneously sucked in. Inside the magical artifact, the ancient-clad Zhang Yang was unharmed, but what about his modern-clad self? He was reduced to dust, leaving only his soul about to dissipate. In the nick of time, thirteen stunningly beautiful women suddenly appeared out of thin air, their naked, sensual bodies swirling around him. "Young man, we'll help half your soul escape from here and reincarnate; remember, to retrieve your other half, you must smash this broken cauldron!" Zhang Yang, dressed in ancient attire, watched as his modern self split in two. One half of his soul was sucked into the ancient cauldron, while the other drifted away with the wind, ultimately becoming Zhang Silang—a being with only half a soul. "Ah!" Zhang Yang felt a slight pain between his brows. In that instant, he understood everything, completely comprehending the cause and effect. He was a modern human from Earth. At the moment the doomsday prophecy threatened to destroy humanity, he was fortunate enough to traverse space and arrive in this different Han Dynasty, only to be unfortunate enough to become a lost soul in a sectarian conflict. "Sigh, I'm going to be killed by this broken antique again!" Thinking this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh dejectedly. In a flash, he returned to reality, his consciousness returning to his body. Before he could even open his eyes, excruciating pain filled every inch of his being. With a bloodcurdling scream, Zhang Yang stood frozen, his primordial spirit flying from the top of his head, heading straight for the True Fire of the Void. "Bang!" Life or death? Then, a beam of white light shot out from the cauldron wall, colliding mid-flight with the bead formed from Zhang Yang's soul. Inside the cave, the weary Purple Thunder True Man's expression was filled with joy. He clearly sensed the formation of the "Supreme Yin Yuan Dan." "Huh, how can there be two primordial spirits? No, impossible!" Two consecutive "no"s surged in the Purple Thunder True Man's mind, and a sense of foreboding instantly dispelled his joy. Before the weary Purple Thunder True Man could investigate further, the sounds of wind and thunder clashing suddenly echoed from the outer cave. A few blinks later, Jing Qingtian and Xiao Linglong simultaneously let out a muffled groan, being knocked into the cave. Without even looking, Master Zi Lei sensed the familiar evil aura. He leaped to his feet and shouted coldly, "Miao Ji, Mei Ji, with your cultivation levels, you dare to act so presumptuously at Zi Lei Mountain? Get lost!" "Brother Zi Lei, putting on airs isn't the way of the righteous path; are you tired? How about I give you a massage to relax?" Miao Ji swayed her serpentine waist, greedily glancing at the Xuanling Cauldron. Then, with a flick of her finger, a wisp of Tai Xu True Fire emerged. Although much smaller than Master Zi Lei's flame, it was genuine. She couldn't help but laugh smugly, "Brother Zi Lei, I recently comprehended the Tai Xu entry level. Please enlighten me, hehe..." Master Zi Lei inwardly groaned. Just as he hesitated whether to warn his disciples at the summit, Xiao Linglong suddenly attacked. "Pah, you witch, take this!" Xiao Linglong attacked first with her flying sword, then spoke, and she laughed the loudest when her enemy was laughing. Then, Mei Ji, enraged that a lock of her hair had been torn away, lunged viciously at Xiao Linglong. Miao Ji, unexpectedly, stopped her junior sister, then looked at Xiao Linglong and said with a smile, "You little rascal, you're quite ruthless. What's your name? Tell me, maybe we're even related." "Bah! How dare a vixen like you presume to be worthy of me! Die!" Xiao Linglong, emboldened by her initial success, released her flying sword a second time before her master could give any orders, and boldly closed in to attack Miao Ji. With a clang, Jing Qingtian also drew her flying sword, joining her junior sister in attacking the two vixens. Was a fight about to erupt? Then, an unimaginable accident occurred. The Xuanling Cauldron suddenly rose into the air on its own, violently shaking in mid-air. "Whoosh..." Everyone heard a mournful cry from the spirit of the Xuanling Cauldron, followed by a deafening explosion. The Xuanling Cauldron—an ancient magical artifact—had exploded, turning into a cloud of smoke that obscured everyone's view. What happened? Ah! A deathly silence fell over the hidden cave, time stretching out infinitely. "Whoosh..." After what seemed like an eternity, the billowing smoke spun wildly in the air, faster and faster, smaller and smaller, until finally, with a whoosh, it entered the mouth of a young man. The gale vanished, the smoke disappeared, and even everyone's breathing stopped. The entire cave was shrouded in a deathly silence. Good heavens! Someone actually swallowed the spirit of a magical artifact! Magical artifacts have always absorbed people; never has anyone seen a person absorb a magical artifact! This guy is definitely the first person in history to do so! "Four...Fourth Brother, you...you're still alive?" Jing Qingtian's scream brought time back to normal. Zi Lingyu's lips trembled, her beautiful eyes bulging with excitement. Even she herself couldn't discern whether her feelings were terror or joy. "Jing Qingtian, you lied to me, you lied to me, you bitch—" Zhang Yang—who had absorbed the spirit of the artifact—suddenly roared. His eyes were bloodshot, every cell in his body was screaming, his black hair flew wildly in the air, absolutely flamboyant and incomparably violent! "Jing Qingtian, I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Yang roared Zi Lingyu's name repeatedly, then swung his fist and slammed it hard against a stone pillar. This guy actually mistook a stone for a person; it seemed absorbing the spirit of the artifact had driven him mad. The same realization flashed through everyone's minds. Tears welled up in Jing Qingtian's beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help but walk towards the crazed Zhang Yang. "Qingtian, don't go over there! He's inhaled the Xuanling Cauldron; it could explode at any moment, destroying him completely!" Master Zilei pulled his daughter back, but Miaoji refused to back down. The combination of the Yin Yuanling and the Xuanling Cauldron—how could she let such a "delicacy" slip by? "Hehe... Little brother, come to your sister's arms, ah!" Miaoji wasn't afraid of danger, but Meiji was even faster. The wicked woman was the first to grab Zhang Yang, but her laughter suddenly turned into a scream. "Roar—" A beast-like roar erupted from Zhang Yang's acupoints. He moved freely under Meiji's five fingers locking his throat, while Meiji was strangely restrained by a monstrous force. "You woman, you want to harm me too?" Zhang Yang's pupils dilated. In a daze, Meiji transformed into Jing Qingtian. His anger surged into his palms, and he grabbed "Jing Qingtian" by the neck, lifting her high. Inside the cave...? Suddenly, a gasp of astonishment filled the air. Mei Ji, a powerful and unorthodox expert at the Great Void Realm, was being manipulated like a puppet by a sinister figure! Could this be the result of absorbing the Xuanling Cauldron? At this moment, Zhang Yang's primordial spirit unexpectedly regained some clarity. Looking closely, he saw a woman before him, alluring and captivating, her fear tinged with a pitiful vulnerability. A thought of tenderness flashed through his mind, and with a thought, he casually tossed Mei Ji away. The moment Zhang Yang loosened his grip, a violent force erupted within him. He still didn't want to cruelly harm her, but this force only wanted to destroy everything. "Roar—" A beast-like roar erupted from Zhang Yang's seven orifices. He grabbed Mei Ji's feet with lightning speed and angrily ripped them apart. With a "whoosh," Mei Ji's blood and intestines splattered onto the ground. She had been torn in two alive by Zhang Yang, not even having time to scream. "Junior Sister!" The existence of evil figures doesn't mean they lack emotions. Seeing Mei Ji's tragic death, Miao Ji's eyes widened in fury. With a flick of her fingers, a flying sword materialized in her hand. "Bang bang bang..." Even after tearing Mei Ji apart, the murderous aura within Zhang Yang didn't disappear. In his eyes, everyone and everything transformed into Jing Qingtian. "Kill, kill, kill you, roar—" Inside the cave, the largest object was the thousand-year-old ice bed. Zhang Yang, clutching half a corpse, frantically hurled it at the largest "Jing Qingtian." "Stop!" The woman Zi Lei Zhenren deeply loved lay on the ice bed; how could he watch such a tragedy unfold? He roared urgently, channeling his remaining spiritual energy into the Thunder-Patterned Wooden Sword. The sword glowed, and a bolt of lightning struck Zhang Yang's back. Miao Ji's flying sword and Zi Lei Zhenren's lightning were both blocked by a layer of red light. Zhang Yang only swayed slightly, his footwork shifting, naturally heading towards the two powerful figures, one righteous and one evil. Chapter Seven: Unleashing Unbridled Power. A whirlwind instantly enveloped the phantom, tearing through the void. Two highly skilled cultivators lunged at Zhang Yang with their most advanced techniques, while the irrational Zhang Yang resorted to the most primal method: charging headlong into the attack. "Boom!"A deafening roar, unlike any other, shook the cave. Zhang Yang slammed into the cave wall like an iron ball. Master Zi Lei was also flung through the air, crashing through several stone pillars. The grandmaster landed with his blood splattered everywhere for the first time in his life, a truly gruesome sight. Miao Ji, however, only suffered minor injuries. It wasn't that the demoness's spiritual power was strong enough, but rather that she was cunning enough to deliberately slow down during the clash of killing intent. "Boom, boom, boom!" Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Jing Qingtian had just caught her master's heavily injured body when Zhang Yang stood up, smashing everything in the cave even more violently. Debris flew everywhere, dust billowed, and the entire cave trembled. "Not good!" A sense of foreboding gripped everyone's minds. Xiao Linglong was the first to flee, but as she passed through the water curtain, a water sleeve suddenly caught up and wrapped around her feet. Miao Ji also thought of escaping, and in the process grabbed Xiao Linglong, habitually laughing lewdly, "Hehe... Little girl, come visit your aunt's house." Inside the cave, the falling rocks grew larger and larger, and Master Zi Lei cried out urgently, "Qing Tian, quickly help me out, or he'll collapse the cave!" "But my junior sisters are still here, and so is my mother..." The Four Spirit Sword Maidens, having overexerted themselves, were already so exhausted that they could barely move their fingers. Jing Qing Tian, holding her father, looked at her four junior sisters and her mother's body, her eyes filled with panic. Master Zi Lei spat out a mouthful of blood, then forcefully suppressed his severe injuries, gathering his last strength, and a beam of light shot out from his fingertip, striking Zhang Yang's cheek. This finger did not harm Zhang Yang, but it successfully attracted Zhang Yang's chaotic and violent gaze. "Qingtian, hurry! Lure him out! The magical artifact within him is about to explode! If we don't leave now, he'll blow up the entire cave, and you won't be able to save anyone!" Jing Qingtian finally understood. She immediately picked up her master and leaped out of the cave. Master Zilei's prediction was accurate; the only small mistake was underestimating the power of the "Mysterious Spirit Cauldron" within Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang indeed relentlessly pursued Jing Qingtian, but when he reached the outer cave, he instinctively threw a punch at his enemy's back from afar. The wind from the punch couldn't be heard in the void, but the distorted mist could be seen. With a deafening roar, the entire cave entrance collapsed from Zhang Yang's punch. "Ah!" Jing Qingtian had just escaped the cave entrance and hadn't even passed through the water curtain when a surge of air behind her sent the father and daughter flying into the air, crashing onto the opposite bank of the pool, motionless, their fate unknown. As the cave entrance collapsed, Zhang Yang was trapped in a desperate situation, but he felt no fear, only a sense that his body was about to explode! At this moment, Zhang Yang became even more ferocious, his fierce fists flying wildly in the outer cave, while the falling rocks from the cave ceiling grew larger and larger. Suddenly, a scream of pain pierced through the inner cave, reaching Zhang Yang's ears. With a whoosh, Zhang Yang instinctively rushed towards the sound. By the light of the pearl on the cave ceiling, he saw the ice bed and the Four Spirit Sword Maidens crawling towards it. "Jing Qingtian" flashed into Zhang Yang's mind again. Killing the vile woman was now his only thought. With a beast-like roar, he soared into the sky, pouncing on his prey. The four sword maidens, "Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow," paled instantly, simultaneously giving a bitter smile and closing their beautiful eyes. The space trembled, and Zhang Yang, like a demon god, landed on the ice bed; facing the four beautiful young women, his ferocious eyes showed no pity. Suddenly, a chill seeped into Zhang Yang's feet, causing his clenched fist to abruptly stop. The ice bed had melted, and Zhang Yang's insteps were now embedded in the mystic ice, making him feel like a human-shaped fireball, rapidly dissolving the millennia-old ice. "Hmm..." The chill emanating from the millennia-old ice was far beyond what ordinary cultivators could withstand, yet a refreshing sensation permeated Zhang Yang's seven orifices, like an iced drink in summer, invigorating to the core. The ice bed continued to melt, and Zhang Yang's feet sank deeper. As his primordial spirit regained its first vestiges of clarity in the coolness, he instinctively threw himself onto the ice bed. The large ice bed was large enough to accommodate more than a dozen living people; however, as the ice surface melted and tilted, the jade-like "female corpse" naturally slid closer and closer to Zhang Yang. Finally, a gentle splash of water in the ice pit caused Qingyin's soft but lifeless body to slide onto the man, her cold buttocks pressing against his groin. "Ugh!" The beautiful woman's body was slender and delicate, definitely not enough to overpower a man, but Zhang Yang was pressed down so hard that his whole body trembled violently, his lower abdomen ached like it was being stabbed, and his body felt like it was on fire. Oh no, it seems that bitch Jing Qingtian was right, the Yin Fire is about to rebel! Just as fear surfaced, Zhang Yang's penis suddenly sprang up, and with a soft thud, it slammed heavily into the buttocks of the stunningly beautiful corpse. This thrust not only produced a wonderful muffled sound, but also arched Qingyin's waist, like an arched bridge, while Zhang Yang's large, thick penis, glowing red, was absolutely a unique "pillar" in the world. A tingling sensation spread rapidly across his glans, and Zhang Yang was still a little unaccustomed to this pleasure, so he couldn't help but stare blankly, while the Four Spirit Sword Women were filled with shame and indignation, and shouted angrily in unison. "Shameless scoundrel, let go of my master's wife!" The girl's curses were soft and weak, yet they seemed to explode like thunder in Zhang Yang's mind. He suddenly pushed away the cold, beautiful corpse, roared, and jumped up, pinning the Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden to the ground. "You slut, you want to harm me?" Zhang Yang was once again controlled by the violent heat. In a daze, the woman's appearance changed repeatedly, sometimes appearing as the pure and refined Jing Qingtian, sometimes as the equally beautiful Heavenly Spirit Maiden, but with a rounder face. "You lecher, get off me!" The Heavenly Spirit Maiden was also a well-known rising star. She never imagined that she would be pinned down by a naked man. Her shame and anger made her forget her fear for a moment. She raised her knee and slammed it hard into the lecher's crotch. "Ugh! Ah..." Perhaps the Heavenly Spirit Maiden lacked strength, or perhaps Zhang Yang could not be judged by normal standards at this moment. Despite the blow to his vital parts, his scrotum was filled with pleasure, his penis tilted upwards, and the lustful fire actually subsided somewhat. The man's muffled groan turned into a confused moan. The Heavenly Spirit Maiden's sudden impact had inadvertently opened a door to his life—a wonderful door that allowed him to dispel the deadly Yin Fire within him. With a "whoosh," the girl's white dress was torn to shreds, and in the blink of an eye, the Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden was completely naked. The Earthly Spirit Maiden, the Mysterious Spirit Maiden, and the Yellow Spirit Maiden all uttered curses, but they didn't even have the strength to stand. "Bastard, you dog!" The Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden pounded desperately, her beautiful breasts twitching like rabbits in resistance, their two pink areolas even more alluring than a rabbit's eyes. Zhang Yang, his nostrils flaring with anger, suddenly grabbed the girl's breast, his fingers tightening fiercely, the virgin nipple instantly deforming in excruciating pain. "Ah!" The Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden gritted her teeth, but Zhang Yang then bit her tender nipple, a surge of heat instantly filling her breast, followed by a powerful suction enveloping her nipple. The girl's scream still escaped her lips. At this moment, Zhang Yang, in a daze, thought of Bai Ling again, and of the dark pleasure he felt when he abused and tormented the arrogant maid. "Slap!" His thoughts directed his body; he suddenly slapped the fiercely resisting Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden, leaving her dizzy and powerless. "You slut, you tricked me, ptooey!" Jing Qingtian's face flashed before Zhang Yang's eyes again. Urged on by the yin fire within him, he roughly parted the girl's legs. Before he could even properly admire her virgin petals, his penis was already pressed against them. With a soft "plop," his penis grazed the girl's labia, the glans penetrating her elegant pubic hair. "Roar—" The feeling of being consumed by lust was more unbearable than being torn to pieces. The novice on the bed retreated, one hand supporting his penis, the other forcefully parting the girl's incredibly tight virgin labia. The virgin's labia were forced open, the pink flower path contracting violently in terror. Zhang Yang thrust his hips forward, the glans forcefully penetrating her jade gate. "Ah—" Although it was only the tip that was inserted, Zhang Yang's glans, larger than an egg, was far beyond what a virgin girl could bear. The dizzy Tianling girl screamed in agony, her upper body jerking up abruptly. She saw her labia clamping down on the man's glans. The girl pushed with all her might, frantically retreating, but Zhang Yang's single arm rendered all her resistance futile, only increasing the man's sadistic pleasure. Zhang Yang's penis seemed to be equipped with a GPS tracker, constantly adjusting its direction within a small space. No matter how the Tianling girl swayed, her delicate, pen-like opening couldn't shake off the shameful object. A hot breath escaped Zhang Yang's lips, his arm tightening, his entire body thrusting forward violently. "Ah—" It was another scream, but Tianling's cry had a different tone, filled with humiliation and despair. The girl's body trembled, then she fell limply into silence, two streams of grief and indignation uncontrollably flowing from her lifeless eyes. With a "?" sound, Zhang Yang's penis was halfway inserted, and the man's pleasure instantly intensified. With another thrust, spurts of virgin blood immediately gushed out, staining his penis and Tian Ling Nu's labia. "You slut, let's see how arrogant you are now, hahaha..."At this moment, Zhang Yang felt an exhilarating excitement, both in his soul and body. He was finally a normal man, finally penetrating a woman's flesh, finally reducing his years of inner demons to ashes. "Slap, slap..." The man's penis thrust violently, the girl's tears flowed freely, and traces of virgin blood slowly trickled down the inner thighs of the Heavenly Spirit Maiden, scattering tiny peach blossoms on the stone slab. Zhang Yang thrust forcefully, his glans plunging deep into the girl's womb; the continuous thrusting of his penis was like his frenzied punches and kicks—simple, brutal, without any fancy moves, only the most primal instincts of a wild beast. "Senior Sister, oh..." After their initial grief and indignation, the other three women wept in unison. They knew that what their senior sister had suffered would soon befall them, but they were powerless to stop it, not even by suicide. After all, cultivators possessed superhuman vitality! After hundreds of thrusts, Zhang Yang finally caught his breath. Looking closely, he saw Tian Lingnu had slid several meters along the ground with each thrust, her private parts stretched to their limit, even her flat stomach showing waves of constant movement. "Hehe...you slut, beg for mercy!" The influence of Xiao Linglong on Zhang Yang surfaced in his wicked laughter. As he bent down to thrust again, he grasped the girl's breasts with his large hands. After another series of slapping sounds, Zhang Yang suddenly thrust faster and faster, his large hands almost crushing Tian Lingnu's breasts. The virgin girl didn't understand why, but her female instincts kicked in, and her already numb body instinctively twisted. "Uh—" Zhang Yang's madness suddenly turned to stillness. He pressed his penis firmly against the girl's lower body, his shaft pulsating violently inside her, ejaculating his first wave of scalding semen, hot as volcanic lava! "Ah..." The scalding semen, like bullets, struck the girl's core again and again. The Heavenly Spirit Sword Maiden's shame and indignation were etched into her bones, yet her body let out a soft moan. That fiery impact was simply—too wonderful! With a "pop," Zhang Yang's source of desire withdrew from the Heavenly Spirit Maiden's flower path, and then pounced on the Earthly Spirit Maiden without hesitation. "You lecherous thief, get away!" The Earthly Spirit Sword Maiden crawled on all fours, desperately trying to escape, but Zhang Yang pressed down on her back. The sound of tearing clothes echoed again, the white flesh of the girl's buttocks faintly visible beneath the strips of cloth, and a breath of hot air exhaled from Zhang Yang's mouth and nose, hitting the Earthly Spirit Maiden's tight buttocks. The dark fire of lust in Zhang Yang's heart burned even more fiercely. He raised his hand and left a bright red five-finger mark on the firm, upturned buttocks of the girl. The pain wasn't intense, but the humiliation was more profound than death. The Earth Spirit Maiden, in a moment of panic, knowing she wouldn't die, still slammed her forehead against the ground. "Roar..." Zhang Yang's roar was no longer as terrifying, but it still reeked of bestiality. He first bent down to stand, then lifted the Earth Spirit Maiden's waist, his fingers forcefully parting her labia into an "O" shape, before thrusting his penis inside. Amidst the girl's piercing screams, and within the soft embrace of her virginity, Zhang Yang's glans pierced another layer of her hymen, taking away another beauty's virginity! "Puff puff puff..." Zhang Yang, with one hand around the Earth Spirit Maiden's waist and abdomen, thrust wildly, his body straightening further until he stood proudly erect. The Earth Spirit Maiden's exquisite body was forced to stand, her buttocks pressed tightly against the lecherous man's abdomen, without a single gap. The virgin blood flowed straight down, all the way to Xuanling Nu's feet, the bloodstains glaringly bright, yet Zhang Yang remained as ferocious as ever. Only when a trickle of spring water gushed out, spraying onto his glans, did he slow the frequency of his thrusts. "Hehe... you sluts, you're all sluts!" The man's eyes flickered between red and black, only the yin fire continued its triumphant song. "Ugh..." Tears streamed down the face of the Earth Spirit Sword Maiden. She hated her physical instincts, hated that trickle of spring water, and hated even more the itching sensation deep within her flower path. "?..." As Zhang Yang's desire surged in and out, there were already slight sounds of water. The man listened to the most melodious music in the world, and his penis involuntarily became more skillful. "Ah!" The man's glans suddenly "tapped" the girl's clitoris, and the Earth Spirit Maiden, caught off guard, let out a groan. The girl's already desperate heart was tormented even more. Instinctively, she bent over, her private parts twisting, trying to avoid the grotesque humiliation of the ugly penis, but this only caused her buttocks to rub against the lecher's lower abdomen. "Oh...so good!" The man finally experienced the true pleasure of sex. His penis hardened, opening the girl's vulva even more intensely, while he freed one hand to tentatively and gently knead her clitoris. "Ugh...woo..." The torment suffered by the Earth Spirit Girl far surpassed that of the Heavenly Spirit Girl. Zhang Yang's actions made her sob and cry, her body repeatedly collapsing towards the ground. As the girl fell, the man pressed down, and before she knew it, Zhang Yang had pinned the Earth Spirit Girl to the ground again, then suddenly increased the force of his thrusts. "Slap slap—" The sound of flesh colliding filled the cave once more. The Earth Spirit Girl's exquisite breasts rubbed and rolled on the rough ground, experiencing not only pain but also a shameful pleasure. "Ah, ah..." The Earth Spirit Girl cried out, even louder than her senior sister, as Zhang Yang's semen gushed out. Suddenly, the girl's prostrate face snapped back up, almost screaming to the heavens! After the trembling subsided, the Earth Spirit Girl, like the Heavenly Spirit Girl, was consumed by shame, despair, and self-reproach. Zhang Yang, meanwhile, leaped into the air and pounced on the Mysterious Spirit Sword Girl. His penis remained as firm as ever, the pent-up yin fire of years seemingly inexhaustible. "Hehe... Beauty, remember me, I'm about to become your man!" Practice makes perfect, a human ability. Although Zhang Yang had just broken his fast, his mind was already filled with super erotic secrets—erotic novels, erotic movies. His years of "cultivation" finally came in handy at this moment. The young girl's private parts weren't plump and alluring, but they were pink and tender, slightly raised, like the most delicious little steamed buns. Although he forcefully pried open the beauty's legs, he didn't rush to penetrate her. His ten fingers carefully and slowly massaged the girl's vulva. As the girl's labia swelled in humiliation, Zhang Yang opened his mouth wide and suddenly sucked on her entire clitoris. "?" The intense sucking sounds echoed through the cave. At that moment, Zhang Yang thought of his gentle second sister-in-law, and his tongue softened slightly. Xuan Ling Nu was like a piece of meat lying on a chopping board, her powerless hands flailing wildly. Her grief and anger were no less than her two senior sisters, and her pleasure was far more intense. "Bastard, you filthy bastard, ah..." Human instincts were uncontrollable. Under Zhang Yang's "lips and tongue," Xuan Ling Nu's body writhed faster and more alluringly. Compared to Xuan Ling Nu's conflicted pain, Huang Ling Jian Nu's beautiful eyes were wide open, filled with confusion and bewilderment. Why was her senior sister making such strange noises? What was that lecherous thief biting? Was he going to eat her raw? But why start from... there? Hmm... The beautiful young woman from the righteous sect was completely ignorant of lewd matters, yet her heartstrings still trembled with innate shame. In a daze, the Yellow Spirit Sword Maiden covered her private parts with her hand, fearing the lecherous thief would also begin there. The Mysterious Spirit Sword Maiden cried out in humiliation and indignation. Before her tense legs could return to their normal position, the man had already quickly adjusted his posture. "Ah—" The girl's scream came as Zhang Yang thrust his entire length into the Mysterious Spirit Sword Maiden's flower core, then forcibly stopped. He took her nipple into his mouth, ignoring her teeth-gritting pounding, his tongue swirling around her nipple. After a while, the Mysterious Spirit Sword Maiden no longer had the strength to pound, and the man thrust his hips, causing the beautiful girl to tremble. "Pfft? Pfft?..." The subtle sounds of flesh colliding rang out. Zhang Yang knelt between Xuan Ling's legs, thrusting wildly yet with restraint. "Ugh..." Xuan Ling didn't writhe in pain, but cried loudly, her sobs like a cuckoo weeping blood. The two senior sisters and one junior sister naturally felt sorrow and empathy, but the three women, especially Huang Ling, were even more confused. Why was her senior sister swaying her body? It seemed... it seemed she was cooperating with that damned lecher! Ah! Zhang Yang seemed to hear Huang Ling's inner thoughts. He suddenly stopped. Although Xuan Ling reacted quickly, her private parts still slammed into the man's penis due to inertia. "Hehe... woman, you may be thin, but you're very wet!" The wicked teasing was etched into the prey's heart. Zhang Yang's ever-growing penis jerked, and he stood up, holding the beauty, then walked towards Huang Ling while thrusting. "No...don't come any closer, you bastard, don't come any closer!" Although Huang Lingjian was an elite disciple of Purple Thunder Mountain, she was actually only fifteen or sixteen years old. The young and beautiful girl was so frightened that her jade-like face turned red and then white. As she crawled with difficulty, she subconsciously covered her legs, her most private parts. "Little beauty, don't be afraid, brother will gently deflower you, hahaha..."A wicked pleasure replaced the brutality. Zhang Yang deliberately pressed Xuanling Nu down on top of Huangling Nu. As his penis penetrated Xuanling Nu's womb, his large hand also slipped inside Huangling Nu's clothes, happily kneading the beauty's small, delicate breasts! "Ah!" Both women cried out simultaneously, gritting their teeth. Xuanling Nu was ashamed of her reaction, while Huangling Nu finally understood her senior sister's feelings. She desperately wanted to tear the lecherous man to pieces, but her nipples were hardened and swollen by a fiery force, shamefully sticking up between the lecherous man's fingers. Evil magic, this guy must have practiced some lewd magic! Ah... here it comes again! Zhang Yang's palm sank, and heat spread from Huangling Nu's nipples, then surged wildly towards the girl's womb. At the same time, the man's penis trembled, its glans miraculously growing larger, "swelling" so much that Xuanling Nu's flower path had no space at all, not even a drop of spring water could flow out. "Hehe..." Zhang Yang laughed smugly, very satisfied with his progress. The man's penis pressed tightly against the girl's uterus, the shaft slowly rotating against the walls of her honeyed orifice; Xuan Ling Nu's private parts were swollen and itchy, her spring water accumulating more and more, her lower abdomen trembled, and she had an intense, incredibly humiliating urge to urinate. As the beautiful girl's vaginal walls trembled violently in her urgency, Zhang Yang's penis finally withdrew. The beauty let out a moan, and her spring water immediately roared out of her honeyed orifice, spraying like a tide onto the lecherous thief's penis. "Ah—" The pleasure of release left Xuan Ling Nu's mind blank; she had no idea how shameful her scream was. Chapter Eight: The Fall of Leifeng Pagoda - Shameless Lecher, What Powerful Evil Arts! Huang Ling Nu became even more convinced that Zhang Yang was an evil villain, and she also forgave her own body, especially the shameful reaction of her nipples. A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Yang ejaculated into Huang Lingnu's tender womb; then, with a swift movement, he forced Huang Lingnu to lie on top of her senior sister. The man's boiling desire showed no respite; almost the instant his penis withdrew from Xuanlingnu's honeyed orifice, the glans pierced Huang Lingnu's jade gate. "Ah—" A fourth scream echoed through the cave; the fourth virgin's body was brutally taken by Zhang Yang. "Ugh!" The most tender girl gave the man the tightest pleasure, gripping his penis so tightly it was almost impossible to withdraw. The girl's tender orifice was like a small mouth biting a lollipop; when the penis was pulled, it didn't withdraw, but instead "pulled" the girl's entire vulva into waves, undulating and swaying, utterly intoxicating. Zhang Yang's heart pounded; looking at the girl's smooth, hairless vulva, his rage vanished completely, leaving only wild desire. The man's large hand reached between the girl's legs, gently pushing forward as his penis slowly withdrew. One inch, two inches, three inches… the penis finally emerged with difficulty from the tender girl's honeyed orifice, and only then did traces of virgin blood flow, staining the young girl's labia red. With a "plop," the penis, which had retreated to the jade gate, suddenly thrust back in, the vibrating waves instantly enveloping Huang Lingnu's entire body. She slid forward on top of her senior sister, her small nipples bumping against Xuan Lingnu's round breasts. The two women's breasts collided passionately, but their hearts were filled with sorrow. Only when their nipples touched did a glimmer of shame and indignation appear in their lifeless eyes. "Hehe… little beauty, scream, scream as much as you want!" The penis finally slid smoothly inside the tender orifice. In a daze, Zhang Yang recalled the scene of playing with Bai Ling, and a dark lust surged through his entire body. "Slap slap slap..." The celestial music of desire was sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, sometimes long, sometimes short, occasionally interspersed with the muffled groans and moans of a young girl. Huang Lingxuan suddenly hugged Xuanling tightly, the tender girl's taut fingers gripping her senior sister's arm, leaving ten bright red, humiliating marks. "Oh..." Zhang Yang once again soared to the peak of desire. After a few seconds of breathless ecstasy, with a "pop," his penis was withdrawn from Huang Ling's honeyed orifice, followed by a "?" sound, and without hesitation, it plunged into Xuanling's still-warm peach blossom forbidden land. "Ah!" Old wounds not yet healed, new wounds added, Xuanling cried out in pain, instinctively hugging her junior sister as well, the two women's breasts colliding again. "You dog, you will die a horrible death!" Tianling and Diling had finally regained some of their cursing strength during this time. The man thrust forcefully, causing the breasts of the two women, Xuan and Huang, to tremble as their bodies slid. Then, looking at the two women, Tian and Di, he chuckled smugly, "Are you jealous? Haha... I'm very fair, no need to rush!" A gentle breeze stirred, and Zhang Yang laid the four spirit sword women together. The four women lay side by side, like a bed of soft, white flesh. Zhang Yang deliberately arranged the four women's breasts neatly, and looking at that row of swaying orbs and trembling nipples, the man let out a wild roar and pounced on the Tian spirit sword woman, his penis penetrating the Di spirit sword woman's body. "Slap, slap..." Amidst the passionate and wild sounds of impact, blood once again stained the grieving girl's private parts, and also stained the man's penis. As the blood gradually faded, a trickle of spring water seeped from the girl's flesh. The Heavenly Spirit Maiden and the Earthly Spirit Maiden finally understood the feelings of their two junior sisters. Under the man's alternating light and heavy assaults, although they clenched their teeth, their labia still opened and closed with the thrusting of his penis. Zhang Yang rolled passionately on the bed, thrusting incessantly, his semen pouring into the four women's hearts again and again, his lips and teeth marks repeatedly covering the girls' breasts. "Ah oh—" Finally, Zhang Yang let out an unprecedentedly wild howl, his body arching, and then he pressed heavily onto the four women. Apart from panting like an ox, he didn't even bother to move a finger. The clouds and rain inside the hidden cave slowly subsided, but the wind and waves on the Dao Mountain outside the cave became even more violent. The Xuanling Cauldron's artifact spirit exploded? Then, on the summit of Purple Thunder Mountain, a bolt of lightning suddenly rang out from a clear sky, a thunderbolt descended from the sky, exploding into a cloud of green smoke within the Demon-Slaying Formation, and even the Leifeng Pagoda, representing the majesty of the righteous path, trembled slightly. The ten righteous mountains take turns guarding Leifeng Pagoda, rotating every three years. This year, it's the Five Elements Mountain's turn. Amidst the echoing thunder, the five most powerful cultivators of Five Elements Mountain, besides the Daoist sect—the Five Elements Hermits—leaped up from the mountainside, their expressions solemn. Spiritual light shone brilliantly in the five elemental directions. The Golden Light Hermit, dressed as a Confucian scholar, said in a deep voice, "A strange phenomenon in the sky indicates a major event is about to occur. Shui Lian, quickly send a message to the Hunyuan Cave." The only woman among the five nodded silently. With a flick of her hand, a message crane flew out from her treasure space, then shot off like an arrow, more than ten times faster than Jing Qingtian's crane. Several experts at the Great Void Realm had just calmed down when a muffled sound suddenly rang out from within the formation, startling them so much that their souls trembled and their scalps tingled. Heavens! The Xuanling Cauldron's body had cracked open, like a piece of ordinary scrap metal, devoid of any spiritual energy. The light of the Five Elements spiritual power scattered and vanished in an instant. Just then, an even stronger impact erupted with a deafening explosion, instantly shattering their Dao bodies and Dao hearts. With a deafening roar, Leifeng Pagoda—the linchpin of the magic array suppressing the thirteen demonesses' primordial spirits—collapsed! Amidst the billowing dust, the Five Elements Hermits instinctively leaped into the air, rushing towards the collapsing Leifeng Pagoda; a gust of wind swept out from the ruins, blowing them all into the sky as if playing with a few feathers. With a gust of wind, the Five Elements Hermits were blown away without a trace; the next? There, a multicolored cloud rose into the sky, hovered briefly above Purple Thunder Mountain, then transformed into countless halos of light, disappearing with the wind. The thirteen demonesses' primordial spirits had escaped, leaving not a trace, only a long, echoing, resentful, terrifying declaration, as if from purgatory. "One old bastard, six old scoundrels, I, Wan Mudan—have returned!" In the dimly lit cave, amidst the rubble, a man and four young girls lay on the ground in different positions. The man was savoring the pleasure of lust, while the girls' faces were streaked with tears, their eyes filled with despair. "Hehe...this world is really interesting. The women are so beautiful, so many beauties!" Zhang Yang, with the eyes of a modern person, surveyed this ancient cultivation world. His state of mind was different; his gaze towards the Four Spirit Sword Maidens subtly changed, even revealing a hint of guilt. A thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice: fortunately, this was an ancient world with imperfect laws; he wouldn't be easily arrested. Sigh, why was he so impulsive just now? It's best to leave early; if he were caught by the police, it would be troublesome. Having made up his mind, Zhang Yang immediately stood up, then blushed slightly and said, "Hey, you're called the Four Spirit Sword Maidens, right? You were the ones who tried to harm me first, so... let's call it even; I'm leaving now, don't come looking for revenge." With a swift movement, Zhang Yang quickly fled the scene of his crime; his expression and gait lacked his usual heavy-heartedness and rigidity, and the violent arrogance of his rage was gone, replaced by a more cheerful and carefree demeanor. This lecherous thief actually said "we're even"?"You bastard! What an outrageous bastard!" The four sword maidens, without prior agreement, turned ashen-faced, gritting their teeth, their hatred for Zhang Yang deepening to the bone. In this surge of hatred, their initial desire to die vanished without them realizing it. They couldn't die! Even if they did, they would kill this shameless, despicable bastard first! Just as the four women's fighting spirit ignited, a flash of dim light appeared, and Zhang Yang had returned. The reborn youth, with a bitter face and a forced smile, asked apologetically, "Ladies... excuse me, is there a second exit from this cave? Hehe..." "You scoundrel..." In a flash, four pairs of fiery eyes tore through the void, seemingly wanting to burn Zhang Yang to ashes; amidst their overwhelming hatred, the four women were also so enraged that they could hardly breathe, their faces contorted. Was there anyone more shameless in the world? Zhang Yang waited for more than ten seconds, and seeing that no one was "kind-hearted," he casually sat down on the ground and criticized with a serious expression: "How could you do this? Isn't it said that adults don't hold grudges against children? Besides, what happened earlier was my impulsive act, but you're not entirely w

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