【Evil Weapon】3-1

Chapter One: Finally, the beautiful sister-in-law was revealed. The half-moon gazed upon the Duke of Zheng's mansion, a forbidden mist permeating the decadent bedroom of the Qingxin Villa. Zhang Yang was indulging in the pleasures of his second wife's body, while simultaneously keeping a close eye on Ning Zhiyun, who was a few feet away. "She's getting closer, sister-in-law, closer and closer! Ugh!" Zhang Yang's lust burned, his gaze fixed on Ning Zhiyun's breasts. He deliberately withdrew his penis completely from his second wife's honeyed orifice. "Pop!" The sound of Zhang Yang withdrawing his manhood was faint, yet it exploded in Ning Zhiyun's heart like a thunderclap. The large, red glans, the shaft smeared with his mother-in-law's honeyed fluid, even the swaying scrotum—all were much larger than her husband's. Ugh… Ning Zhiyun couldn't help but squeeze her legs together. Seeing the source of Zhang Yang's desire filled her with more panic than a young girl. Seeing this, Zhang Yang was overjoyed and exerted even more effort, his penis and clitoris vibrating simultaneously. "Ah!" Ning Zhiyun's inner scream burst from her lips. Zhang Yang's actions stimulated her breasts, causing them to heave even more violently. Hehe... Sister-in-law is about to become my woman! Zhang Yang was incredibly proud, but unexpectedly, after a shy cry, Ning Zhiyun suddenly lifted her skirt and ran away. "Master, I'll go and bring her back." Qingyin was very puzzled by Ning Zhiyun's last-minute escape. In her heart, becoming the master's woman was the most wonderful thing in the world. "No need, sigh!" Zhang Yang stood on the bed for a few seconds, his penis erect, before he came to his senses and sighed sadly. He thought: Sister-in-law is truly chaste; she still has resistance! I must, I must, I must get her! Ning Zhiyun's resistance made Zhang Yang even more infatuated, and a surge of conquering ambition welled up within him. Zhang Yang's penis trembled, and with a "whoosh!" sound, it once again penetrated the second mistress's womb. Zhang Yang thought: Since Ning Zhiyun has escaped, I'll use her mother-in-law, my second aunt, to take her place! At Huichun Villa, Ning Zhiyun stumbled into the bedroom, then slammed the door shut with a loud "bang!" Leaning against the doorframe, she gasped for breath. How dangerous! Si Lang is such a bad guy! Hmm, thank goodness my period suddenly started, otherwise he would definitely… just like my mother-in-law, um… it's so wet down there! Her shy thoughts swirled, and Ning Zhiyun hurriedly removed her robe, which was soaked with menstrual blood. Even as she stepped into the bathtub, her neck was still flushed with embarrassment. The moonlight was like water, the night hazy. Zhang Yang, in one swift motion, turned the second wife into a puddle of spring mud, and then entangled himself with the perfect female slave. After the revelry, Qingyin half-lay on Zhang Yang, asking in confusion, "Master, why didn't you pursue her? This way, the Second Young Mistress will be wary, making it even harder to make a move." "No rush, you can't rush it." Zhang Yang rubbed Qingyin's nipple with one hand, while the other caressed the Second Mistress's body, bringing her a feeling of bliss. Amidst the two women's soft moans, Zhang Yang chuckled mischievously, "This is just a seed. After planting, it needs time to take root, sprout, and finally blossom and bear fruit, hehe..." The perfect female slave blinked her pure, unadulterated eyes. She only vaguely understood Zhang Yang's "planting theory," but the admiration in her eyes didn't diminish in the slightest. She laughed, "Hehe... Master, when will we 'cultivate the Great Mother'?" "The fifteenth, the full moon!" "Master, you're amazing! By the way, how exactly do we hunt demon spirits? Will the Jade Maiden arrive in time?" Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang thought carefully but couldn't find an answer. Zhang Yang subconsciously shook his hand, casually remarking, "The Jade Maiden of One Yuan said I'm an evil artifact, essentially the nemesis of demonic spirits, hehe... As soon as I enter a host's body, the demonic spirit will obediently surrender and vanish!" "Hehe... Master is the greatest!" Qingyin cheered again, further inflating Zhang Yang's confidence. With the right timing, location, and people, Zhang Yang couldn't imagine any possibility of failure. As for the Jade Maiden of One Yuan, whether she arrived in time was irrelevant; if it weren't for the Soul-Suppressing Refinement, he truly wished she would disappear forever. In a secluded place, on an island in the middle of a lake. The ethereal mist surrounding the Jade Maiden of One Yuan no longer drifted, transforming into a chilling wind that froze the myriad ripples of the Mandarin Duck Lake. "Sect Master Yuwen, have you made a decision regarding Lingmeng's request?" "Fairy Meng, although Yuanyang Lake cultivates the Dao of Yin and Yang Harmony, it is by no means the lewd and evil sect of Xichen Valley. I regret that I cannot comply with your request." Standing opposite Lingmeng in her flowing white dress and emerald green gown, Yuwen Yan, the Sect Master of Yuanyang Lake, was only twenty years old. Under the pressure of Lingmeng's aura, she involuntarily retreated repeatedly. Lingmeng didn't move, yet the chill continued to press in. Her tone shifted, and she sighed helplessly, "It's not that I'm abusing my power, but I have no choice. Without Sect Master Yuwen's help, the evil artifact plan will surely fail." At that moment, a gentle breeze blew across the lake, ruffling Yuwen Yan's cloud-like hair. She took a half-step back, her delicate, plump face flushed with shame and indignation, yet she could only plead, "Fairy Meng, I already have a lover. How can I teach other men the Yin-Yang arts? The One Yuan Sacred Mountain will never make things difficult for a small Mandarin Duck Lake, right?" "No!" The One Yuan Jade Maiden decisively extinguished Yuwen Yan's last hope. Her celestial voice transformed into a chilling killing intent, "The Ancestor said that for the sake of world peace, Lingmeng may resort to extreme measures." She paused slightly, then smiled again, "Sect Master Yuwen, time is running out. Please make your decision." "I… alright, this humble woman agrees." Such a blatant threat, coupled with the obvious disparity in strength, led Yuwen Yan, driven by her inherent weakness, to choose to endure and compromise. The Jade Maiden of One Yuan, with a condescending air, offered a few insincere compliments to the Sect Master of Mandarin Duck Lake, then ascended into the sky on her sword and drifted away. Yuwen Yan watched her figure disappear, unable to help but let out a long sigh, her heart filled with sorrow: How could such a despicable prestigious sect bully people like this? What dignity do I, the Sect Master of Mandarin Duck Lake, possess? Alas! Resentment rose in Yuwen Yan's heart, but was instantly suppressed by reality. She shrank back, her heart like a fragile duckweed, drifting with the tide of reality. Suddenly, something neither cloud nor smoke appeared out of thin air behind Yuwen Yan, then with a "whoosh," it burrowed into her body. Yuwen Yan felt nothing, only a surge of heat in her heart, suddenly gaining three parts of the courage to rage. She roared to the sky, "Yuan Yunu, you bitch, die!" Yuwen Yan's roar rippled across the lake, causing waves to rise, allowing many disciples of Yuanyang Lake to hear this furious voice and see their sect leader's indignant figure, but no one saw the wisp of "smoke" that had appeared earlier. Yinzhou, the Duke of Zheng's Mansion. Zhang Yang had been silent for several days, which only made Ning Zhiyun more anxious. Every night, Ning Zhiyun would wake up from shameful dreams; every day, she would see the phantom of Si Lang countless times. "Ugh... that annoying guy!" Ning Zhiyun once again squeezed her legs together, recalling the scene of her mother-in-law moaning under her brother-in-law's crotch. Just then, the pretty maid Bailing rushed into Huichun Villa, shouting from afar, "Oh no! Fourth Young Master has had another attack!" "An attack? Ah!" Ning Zhiyun was stunned for a moment, then looked out the window and realized that the full moon had already risen in the night sky. She thought to herself, "Time flies!" Ning Zhiyun subconsciously stood up, then sat back down shyly, scolding in a low voice, "Bailing, don't flatter me. Fourth Master's illness... is cured. Was it his bad idea?" "Reporting to Second Young Mistress, it was the Old Ancestor who summoned me. The Old Ancestor and several ladies are here. If you don't believe me, please come with me. Then you'll know the truth." Zhang Yang's unbridled behavior was already etched into Ning Zhiyun's heart. She knew that even with the Old Ancestor present, she wasn't necessarily safe. Her voice trembled as she said, "I won't go, I won't go!" Seeing Ning Zhiyun's loss of composure, the pretty maid Bailing felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She blinked and pretended to be serious, saying, "Second Young Mistress, what if Fourth Master really has a relapse?" Ning Zhiyun's fingers, gripping the armrest, trembled as if electrocuted. A seed deep within her quickly took root and sprouted. She thought, "Yes, what if Fourth Master really has a relapse!" "I'll go check it out, and if things get bad, I'll run away..." A hazy breeze swirled around, and despite Ning Zhiyun's extreme caution, she couldn't help but walk into Qingxin Courtyard, crossing the threshold of the bedroom that had appeared countless times in her dreams. The room was empty except for Zhang Yang; even Qingyin was gone. Ning Zhiyun's beautiful eyes flashed, her lips trembled slightly, and she hurriedly turned and ran outside. "Sister-in-law, my little brother's having an attack! Please save me!" The breeze suddenly became hot and intense. The "patient's" eyes gleamed, and he blocked the doorway with a wicked smile, grabbing Ning Zhiyun in a tight embrace. "Fourth Brother, you... bastard, let go!" Ning Zhiyun cursed Zhang Yang, but her voice was barely audible. The young man, now transformed into an evil artifact, tightened his grip, his tall frame pressed against his sister-in-law's voluptuous body without a gap. He said, "Good sister-in-law, I'm really sick. Please examine me carefully!" A gentle breeze swept through, and the "patient" carried the goddess-like doctor to the bed. The alluring and stunningly beautiful doctor let out a startled cry, and her dress instantly transformed into a swarm of fluttering butterflies, drifting throughout the room."Si Lang, what are you doing? Ah!" A "patient" began examining the goddess doctor's body. Ning Zhiyun first twisted and struggled, punching and kicking Zhang Yang, but Zhang Yang grabbed her slender, beautiful legs and with just a gentle lick, instantly melted her into a pool of spring water. "Sister-in-law, you smell so good here, mmm..." The forbidden waves had just begun to ripple when Zhang Yang went straight for Ning Zhiyun's most sensitive part—her jade feet. His five fingers slid, his tongue licked and sucked, wildly sucking on those pink toes. "Ugh, Si Lang, no... ah, no, it's dirty there..." Ning Zhiyun loved cleanliness, and her jade feet not only had no odor, but also emitted a faint herbal fragrance because they had been soaked in medicine since childhood. However, in her heart, her feet were still not a "good place." Si Lang didn't seem to mind at all, and even looked infatuated, sucking so earnestly. He's so good to me! Ah! Unconsciously, Ning Zhiyun recalled the shameful scene in the hot spring. Her jade-like legs involuntarily wrapped around Zhang Yang's waist, her body rising and falling gently with the waves of desire. The shameful nectar gradually moistened her flower path. Suddenly, Ning Zhiyun's heart skipped a beat; she felt a masculine presence approaching her jade gate. "Si Lang, no!" At this moment, Ning Zhiyun finally remembered that Zhang Yang was no longer a yin person, and she was Zhang Erlang's wife. How could she play with him like this? Enough! She couldn't let him continue! Ah… Ning Zhiyun cried out in shame and panic. Her jade-like hand reached down, feeling a heat in her palm, but instead of grasping his penis, she grasped Zhang Yang's swollen scrotum. This small mistake was like adding fuel to the fire, causing Zhang Yang's body to tremble. His shaft pressed against the back of Ning Zhiyun's hand as he thrust forward, then the large glans pressed heavily against her clitoris. Ning Zhiyun cried out again, her body jerking back. Her delicate hand, however, forgot to loosen its grip on Zhang Yang's testicles. The tug and pull caused every pore on Zhang Yang's body to open wide. Zhang Yang's body began to tremble, his testicles vibrating violently in Ning Zhiyun's hand as if they were alive. Ning Zhiyun's heart raced, and she couldn't help but recall that time in the bedroom, thinking: "Ugh, Si Lang's thing last time… it was like this… vibrating, and he even inserted the whole thing into… my private parts, um, you bad thing!" A groan escaped Ning Zhiyun's lips. Even though it was her hand that was being impacted, her lips were filled with a mixture of shock and shame. Ning Zhiyun's face flushed red, her heart instantly in turmoil. She instinctively tried to loosen her grip, but Zhang Yang deliberately thrust his penis, forcing her to hold it tightly. Zhang Yang chuckled inwardly. Every time Ning Zhiyun tried to loosen her grip, he would do this, and the vibrations of his testicles grew increasingly intense. After her jade-like hands loosened and tightened again and again, Ning Zhiyun seemed to realize Zhang Yang's intentions. A surge of anger rose within her, and she gripped tightly the testicles of the man other than her husband. "Ugh...it hurts, good sister-in-law, have mercy." With a flick of the covers, Zhang Yang pressed most of his body against Ning Zhiyun's soft, jade-like body. His face contorted in pain, yet he was inwardly smug. While feigning pleading, he patiently continued to employ his unique "vibrating testicle" technique. "Fourth Brother, I'm your sister-in-law, you...you can't...ah!" Before Ning Zhiyun could finish speaking, her legs were kissed by her brother-in-law's tongue, and a groan escaped her lips. "Sister-in-law, you've leaked so much water! You've soaked the bed, look." Seeing that Chunwan was unable to move, Zhang Yang changed tactics. The wet traces on his fingertips shimmered before Ning Zhiyun's eyes. Before she could close her beautiful eyes, he said in a wronged tone, "Sister-in-law is so heartless, just letting her die! Good sister-in-law, just let go for a moment, just for a moment..." Zhang Yang whispered a few words while biting Ning Zhiyun's earlobe, and at the end, he blew a breath of hot air. When Zhang Yang's breath entered Ning Zhiyun's ear, a shameful tingling sensation arose spontaneously, surging into Ning Zhiyun's heart like waves. At the same time as she cried out, her nipple trembled and peeked out from between Zhang Yang's fingers. "How can that be, Si Lang, please let your sister-in-law go!" Zhang Yang's tone was even more aggrieved, and a little dissatisfied: "Ah...it's getting more and more swollen! Good sister-in-law, what do you want me to do? Do you really insert it, or like last time?" In this special time, in this chaotic space, the unbelievable scene became natural. In a daze, Ning Zhiyun's mind was left with only two choices. After some hesitation, she nodded and actually did something she would never normally dare to even think about. Ning Zhiyun grasped Zhang Yang's penis and gently pulled it upwards, then forwards. With a soft "snap!" sound, the hips of the uncle and sister-in-law pressed together, and the penis was sandwiched between their lower abdomens. "Sister-in-law, you're so good!" Zhang Yang said these heartfelt words of love, thrusting his waist forward, and then his glans poked a seductive vortex into Ning Zhiyun's soft lower abdomen, while his testicles squeezed into her jade gate. A different kind of stimulation began! Her testicles vibrated violently, her labia trembled repeatedly, causing her jade gate to swell larger and larger, and her honey-like fluid to flow more and more. "Plop, plop..." The sound of the vibrating egg echoed under the covers. Zhang Yang's wild passion was unrestrained, while Ning Zhiyun's moans were shy and hesitant, a mixture of resistance and acceptance. "Ah...ah..." A few minutes later, their two testicles collided violently at the entrance of Ning Zhiyun's flower path. Ning Zhiyun's pink nipples perked up, and her jade-like hand controlling the penis involuntarily loosened its grip. The forbidden lust grew more and more intense. Zhang Yang's glans and Ning Zhiyun's pubic hair were already intertwined. Amidst the slight pain, pleasure frantically devoured the remaining rationality of the two. "Ah...Si Lang!" Ning Zhiyun's moans soared towards the roof. Her body suddenly arched upwards, her private parts opening to their limit, then contracting violently, gushing out nectar while tightly gripping Zhang Yang's penis. The impact of her labia and vaginal fluids on his seminal vesicles sent waves of pleasure through Zhang Yang's body. He stole a glance at Ning Zhiyun, whose eyes were glazed over, and his desire finally erupted. With a "pop," Zhang Yang suddenly pulled back, and before the nectar on his seminal vesicles could drip, his almost explosive penis aimed at Ning Zhiyun's flower path and thrust in hard. "Hoo..." Forbidden lust raged. Zhang Yang's move was lightning fast, but it still couldn't overcome the instincts of a married woman. Ning Zhiyun's eyes were filled with intoxication, and her jade-like hands, before she could even think, tightly gripped Zhang Yang's penis. "Uh!" Zhang Yang thrust forcefully, half of his glans entering Ning Zhiyun's wet flower path, causing Ning Zhiyun to panic and grip the shaft with both hands. The two women were now locked in a stalemate; the penis was only an inch inside, Ning Zhiyun couldn't pull it out, and Zhang Yang couldn't penetrate any further. "Sister-in-law, give it to me, I want you, I want you!" Zhang Yang suddenly roared wildly, his gaze piercing Ning Zhiyun's eyes with an almost tangible intensity. Ning Zhiyun didn't speak, only shaking her head repeatedly, her body shifting in the cramped space, trying to shake off the burning glans. Zhang Yang suddenly took Ning Zhiyun's left nipple into his mouth and bit it hard. Although it didn't draw blood, the pain made her tremble all over. In that split second, the lecherous body, now revealed, thrust forward. With a "sizzle," a wet mass instantly enveloped his penis, and as soon as it entered her tender orifice, love juices splattered everywhere. "Ah!" The moment the glans pressed against her clitoris, Ning Zhiyun let out a desperate cry, like a condemned prisoner shot. All of Ning Zhiyun's struggles vanished in that instant. Two indescribable tears slid down her cheeks. She could clearly feel a large, thick penis penetrating her lower body, the burning glans entering her flower path. "Ugh... I've been taken by Si Lang again, penetrated by my husband's brother, how could this be?" Ning Zhiyun's sobs hadn't faded when Zhang Yang's penis suddenly plucked at her heartstrings, and a shameful moan escaped her lips. Zhang Yang braced his hands on the bed, pressing his waist forward, a ripple spreading rapidly from Ning Zhiyun's private parts, but his penis couldn't penetrate further. Although Ning Zhiyun's body was soft and supple, her delicate flower path was incredibly tight, and had never been invaded by such a huge object before, so when Zhang Yang thrust in with all his might, he only managed to insert halfway. A restless groan escaped Zhang Yang's throat as his waist swayed incessantly. Ning Zhiyun instinctively looked down and immediately saw the shameful sight of their joined bodies. Ning Zhiyun quickly closed her beautiful eyes, shame, resentment, and panic surging into her heart at the same time, but even more so, the tingling sensation emanating from her womb. Ning Zhiyun's despair quietly revived. Zhang Yang's thrusting was still unsuccessful, and he didn't want to force himself on her and hurt her. So, he spent several seconds trying to penetrate her without success. Finally, Ning Zhiyun gritted her teeth and subtly shifted her body. With a "plop!" sound, Zhang Yang's penis plunged in with unstoppable force, passionately penetrating the depths of her flower-like core amidst the soft, moist embrace of her vagina. "Ah..." Ning Zhiyun bit her lip, unable to suppress a shy cry. "Sister-in-law, you're mine!" Zhang Yang finally possessed Ning Zhiyun completely, shouting excitedly, as if conveying boundless pleasure to the world. A blush spread from Ning Zhiyun's neck to her breasts. She turned her face away, closing her eyes tightly, pretending not to hear Zhang Yang's nonsense. "Good sister, you're so beautiful, I want to 'love' you for all eternity!"With a "smack!", Zhang Yang began the forbidden chapter of pleasure between his sister-in-law and uncle. Kneeling between Ning Zhiyun's legs, Zhang Yang slowly withdrew his penis, then gently inserted it again, followed by a few light thrusts before a powerful thud. "Oh..." A gentle breeze mingled with a sudden burst of passion; the surging pleasure not only opened Ning Zhiyun's lips but also assaulted her most sensitive uterus. "Sizzle..." The sound of friction echoed softly in the room. Zhang Yang enjoyed Ning Zhiyun's body; although his penis roared, he suppressed his violent impulses in front of his goddess, politely engaging in this immoral act. Even so, under the possession of that thick penis, Ning Zhiyun's lips parted, and she gasped for breath. Each time Zhang Yang's penis penetrated her clitoris, the heat would straighten Ning Zhiyun's tongue; each time it withdrew, the emptiness of her womb would seep into her heart, making her mouth open even wider, as if calling out, complaining, and pleading. "Chapter Two" The Vicious Enchantress After two or three hundred gentle thrusts, Zhang Yang suddenly stopped. His glans slid back and forth along the path of the honeyed fluid flowing from Ning Zhiyun's body onto her rosy labia. One thrust, two thrusts… Ning Zhiyun's lips were teased until they were glistening and red, while her clitoris was incredibly itchy and numb. No matter how much her vaginal walls contracted and writhed, she couldn't shake off that hateful, empty feeling. "Ugh…" Ning Zhiyun bit her lip, her jade hand leaving marks on the sheets, but she still didn't speak. "Good sister-in-law, what's wrong? I heard you clenching your teeth." Zhang Yang was shrouded in a wicked aura, pressing his glans heavily against Ning Zhiyun's clitoris while "kindly" inquiring about her feelings. A wave spread through Ning Zhiyun's flower path, her engorged and swollen labia gently "clamping" the glans, and an intoxicating sensation immediately surged from her lips, causing Zhang Yang's penis to thrust forward, penetrating halfway into her. Zhang Yang then suppressed the urge to thrust in with his wicked power, his mouth taking Ning Zhiyun's alluring nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, causing waves of milk to surge up, making Ning Zhiyun feel even more empty in her womb. "Sister-in-law, can I use more force?" "Mmm." Zhang Yang deliberately made this request, making Ning Zhiyun so ashamed that she almost bit her lower lip. Under the repeated stimulation of Zhang Yang's thick penis, she finally nodded. As soon as Ning Zhiyun uttered her words, Zhang Yang's lust surged. He hoisted Ning Zhiyun's legs onto his shoulders and thrust his penis in all the way, filling her womb. "Thump! Thump! Thump..." Zhang Yang pumped wildly like a pile driver. Ning Zhiyun's clenched teeth finally parted, and she cried out, "Ah... Si Lang, it's...too heavy! No! Oh...stop!" Ning Zhiyun couldn't withstand Zhang Yang's savage thrusts, but Zhang Yang couldn't stop. After one violent penetration, his body pressed down on Ning Zhiyun, folding her body in half, her private parts off the bed. This shameful position allowed Zhang Yang to penetrate exceptionally deep and powerfully! "Ah!" Ning Zhiyun had never suffered such "torture" before. Her body convulsed violently, and a sense of resentment welled up inside her. She thought: Waaah... Si Lang is so cruel, ah... he's going to kill me! Zhang Yang heard Ning Zhiyun's cries, but he ignored them, continuing his violent thrusts over a hundred times. Tears welled up in Ning Zhiyun's beautiful eyes, and she was overwhelmed by shame and anger. She thought: Si Lang has changed. He just wants to possess my body, he just wants to vent his lust, waaah... At this moment, a tear slid down Ning Zhiyun's jade-like face, but Zhang Yang let out a low roar, and the force of his thrusts became even more ferocious. "Slap! Slap! Slap..." The sounds of flesh colliding were rapid and violent. The Second Young Mistress's nipples trembled, and her mind was struck as if by an unexpected thunderbolt. In an instant, all feelings of love and hate vanished, all emotions disappeared, only... a warm current slowly rose up, and then gradually filled her heart. Thinking: Ugh...it's so hot! So hot, how come...three? The heat seeped into her bones, as if melting her heart. At this moment, Zhang Yang suddenly became gentle, his movements tender as he stirred Ning Zhiyun's flower core with his penis, creating more heartwarming sensations. "Sister-in-law, call me husband, good sister-in-law, call me husband." "Ugh, Si Lang, you...husband! Ah..." In her hazy, dreamlike state, Ning Zhiyun's mind was completely filled with Zhang Yang's voice. Under his spell-like calls, she couldn't help but utter the shy and infatuated title. As soon as the word "husband" was uttered, Ning Zhiyun's body immediately arched, and moans of pleasure lingered on her tongue. When she came to her senses, she realized that her limbs were already wrapped around Zhang Yang's body, and her honeyed part was playing with his penis. Ning Zhiyun finally experienced the intense pleasure, though it wasn't her preferred method. Zhang Yang's passion had opened her heart and her womb. A gentle breeze stirred, and on the bed, the two, brother and sister-in-law, were finally entwined, their penises and vaginas intimately intertwined. Zhang Yang thrust forcefully, and Ning Zhiyun responded to his movements. In the next instant, his penis slammed against her hips, and his shaft recoiled sharply, pulling Ning Zhiyun back slightly. Just as his glans reached the entrance of her vagina, he thrust back with renewed passion, her moist vagina welcoming him, enveloping the source of his desire. "Uh..." Shy and timid, Ning Zhiyun turned her face to the side, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, but her swaying hips exuded endless allure. Each thrust made Zhang Yang reluctant to withdraw. "Creak, creak..." The luxurious bed of the wealthy family had apparently developed a quality issue, wobbling and creaking under the weight of Zhang Yang and Ning Zhiyun's bodies. The bed curtains fluttered, the bedding billowed! Ning Zhiyun, already moaning softly, suddenly became panicked and terrified. "Fourth Brother, no, no more, good... Husband, pull it out quickly..." Ning Zhiyun could feel the glans penis trembling violently inside her womb, the shaft heating up, and how could she not understand why? "Sister-in-law, I won't pull it out, I'm your husband, I want all of you!" Having conquered his second wife, Zhang Yang was prepared for the final resistance of a married woman's heart. With a roar of boundless passion, he gripped Ning Zhiyun's waist with all his might, followed by a final, storm-like thrust. "Ah, ah... ah... oh..." Amidst the violent sounds of flesh colliding, Ning Zhiyun's throat rapidly echoed with a series of single syllables. Zhang Yang's thrusts made her breasts sway back and forth, the shape of her nipples barely visible. Oh my god, Si Lang wants all of me, he really wants to... what should I do? Ugh... that thing is getting bigger and hotter! Ning Zhiyun cried out inwardly, her wifely instincts making her want to escape countless times, but the overwhelming pleasure held her captive. Zhang Yang's thrusting power was like splitting mountains, his glans frantically pounding against Ning Zhiyun's honeyed orifice, teasing her heart again and again. A woman's flower path is so delicate, so sensitive; Ning Zhiyun could feel every slight change in Zhang Yang's penis. She thought: Oh my god, Si Lang is about to... cum... cum! "Ah!" A scream of extreme shame and utter ecstasy ripped open the gauze curtains, and a stream of hot semen finally shot into Ning Zhiyun's flower path. The first voluptuous act penetrated her womb, violently robbing her of her last vestige of virginity. Ning Zhiyun's body convulsed in despair and desire, while Zhang Yang felt a jolt in his lower back, his hips pressed tightly against her forbidden paradise. His penis trembled incessantly, ejaculating violently, one shot, two shots, three shots... In the end, Zhang Yang lost count of how much semen he had ejaculated, only knowing that this was the most he had ever ejaculated since losing his virginity, only knowing that his sister-in-law's honeyed orifice was completely filled, and that his glans was still trembling. "Oh...oh...ah, ah...Si Lang, stop...stop." "Sister-in-law, I, I...can't stop, uh!" Zhang Yang was numbed by pleasure, but his eyes were filled with panic. A minute had passed! But the semen was still gushing out. Every time Zhang Yang tried to pull his penis out, Ning Zhiyun's vaginal canal would contract, her clitoris like a whirlpool sucking at the glans, making his ejaculation even more violent. "Ah! What's going on?" Extreme pleasure and panic intertwined, causing Zhang Yang's voice to distort severely. In the next instant, panic turned into terror. He thought: Oh God, my sister-in-law isn't breathing anymore. Did I "shoot" her to death? Ah... Help! Zhang Yang's scalp tingled instantly, and he was so frightened that his soul almost left his body. He shouted towards the door, "Xiao Yin, come quick!" Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yang could no longer hear his own voice, nor could he see anything in the world. As he was about to faint, four words appeared in his mind: "Exhausted semen, death!" How could this be? A demon spirit, it must be a demon spirit! Wasn't I supposed to be the nemesis of demon spirits? Why is this happening? Damn it, I'm doomed! With a thud, Zhang Yang collapsed onto Ning Zhiyun. The two, uncle and sister-in-law, naked, in the most lewd posture imaginable, were simultaneously heading towards death. Suddenly, Ning Zhiyun's eyes snapped open, a chilling light filling her once gentle gaze. At the same time, the Soul-Suppressing Refinement on Zhang Yang's wrist emitted a blinding light. Sensing its host's change, the Void Artifact automatically attacked. With a "bang!", the Soul-Suppressing Refinement was casually crushed into pieces by the "Second Young Mistress."The room was instantly plunged into complete darkness, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, as if you had fallen into a dark hell. In the courtyard pavilion, Qingyin didn't hear Zhang Yang's shouts, but a sudden, inexplicable pain shot through her heart. Her jade-like face turned deathly pale, and she flew out of the pavilion like an arrow. "Boom!" A deafening roar descended from the sky, and the pavilion instantly shattered into pieces. Qingyin rolled and leaped on the ground, enduring the shards tearing at her body, her charge unwavering. "Hehe... truly loyal! Who would have thought that Qingji of the Dust-Absorbing Valley would become a slave girl? Interesting!" A fragrant breeze blocked Qingyin's path, then the illusion solidified, revealing a man, posing seductively, admiring his own reflection...! The moment the Flower-Loving Prince appeared, the clouds in the night sky swirled, and even the moon hid in darkness. "Get out of my way!" Qingyin charged at the Flower-Loving Prince, sword and all, in her desperation, she disregarded everything. "Qing Ji, you have truly disgraced the Six Paths of Evil!" The clouds in the night sky trembled once more, and the stars coldly descended upon the earth. The Seven Star Palace Master, Leng Die, arrived on her sword, showing no mercy to the drastically changed Qing Yin. Under the combined attack of the two evil sect leaders, Qing Yin's flying sword exploded into countless points of light with a "bang!" Just as she coughed up blood and was thrown away, the clouds in the night sky swirled for the third time, and red moonlight pierced through the clouds, a few drops of wine shimmering in the moonlight. "Boom boom boom..." In an instant, the spiritual energy of the void crisscrossed the courtyard, and the Lianhua Prince and the Seven Star Palace Master rose into the air once more, while the ground was blasted with holes by the wine drops. In the night sky, a woman's figure, neither elegant nor graceful, exuded a rare and heroic spirit among women, exceptionally beautiful and exceptionally eye-catching. The Flower-Loving Young Master had no liking for the woman, and was even more enraged by the sneak attack. He leaped to his feet, cursing, "Blood Moon Jade Maiden, you little slut, how dare you mess up my hair! How despicable!" "Brother Flower-Loving Young Master, is your hair messy? Let me comb it for you." The night sky subtly gained a touch of crimson. Amidst unrestrained laughter, Miao Ji stood half-naked beside the Blood Moon Jade Maiden, Qiong Niang. The moment Leng Die saw Miao Ji, she immediately showed disgust. She subconsciously shunned her and attacked the Blood Moon Jade Maiden. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the Blood Moon Jade Maiden moved several feet to the side, then reached for the jade wine gourd at her waist, gently patted it, and wine droplets flew out. Seeing this, Leng Die coldly snorted, her body spinning rapidly in mid-air. Her seven-star colored skirt fluttered with her movements, and the seven stars on the skirt instantly magnified. Then, seven beams of spiritual light pierced through her clothes, forming a light curtain with a wondrous trajectory. The aroma of wine filled the air, and the starlight was dazzling! In an instant, everyone present felt as if space itself was being distorted. The power of the ultimate techniques of Blood Moon Cave Heaven and Seven Star Palace was astonishing. "Boom!" The two great Void artifacts collided in mid-air. Blood Moon Jade Maiden and Seven Star Palace Master each retreated a foot, while the evil disciples on the ground were knocked over. A large number of them, except for a few experts, had blood trickling from the corners of their mouths. This was the unique artifact duel among Void experts! Huo Lei Zhenren, whose old injuries had just healed, was unlucky. He was knocked over and rolled by the force of the explosion, but he was also lucky. He rolled to the bedroom door. Wanting to make a contribution, Huo Lei Zhenren braced himself with his one arm, then leaped up and was the first to rush into the room. Miao Ji, even more lusting after Zhang Yang's beauty, wouldn't allow her "treasure" to be snatched away. She abandoned Lianhua Gongzi, landing on the roof like lightning, and with a powerful stomp, "Boom!" she slammed through the roof. Amidst the flying tiles, Huo Lei Zhenren reached the bedside first, reaching for the unconscious Zhang Yang, while Miao Ji descended from the sky, striking Huo Lei Zhenren with a palm. The next moment, Huo Lei Zhenren rolled back into the courtyard along with the door panel, while Miao Ji screamed and flew through the hole in the roof. The chaotic battlefield suddenly froze, everyone's eyes fixed on the night sky. Under the moonlight, Miao Ji was seen being thrown away, while a naked, stunningly beautiful woman stood on top of her, seemingly strolling leisurely amidst the blood-red moon. "Hehe..." A sinister laugh drifted down with the two figures, one horizontal and one vertical, and a strong sense of foreboding spread like a plague across the ground. Cornered, Qingyin exclaimed in surprise, "Ah, Second Young Mistress!" The dignified and elegant Second Young Mistress of the Duke's Mansion was bathed in moonlight, completely naked, her full, rounded breasts rising and falling gracefully, her bright red nipples proudly erect. Qingyin blinked her beautiful eyes, and taking advantage of her enemies gazing at the night sky, she leaped from the crowd, unleashing her flying sword with all her might, saying, "You're not the Second Young Mistress, who are you? Where is the Fourth Young Master?" The "Second Young Mistress" lightly kicked off with her jade foot, and the heavily injured Miaoji plummeted like a meteor, crashing into the ground and creating a large crater. Then, the "Second Young Mistress" leisurely stepped onto Qingyin's flying sword. "Hehe... little girl, you also contributed to my successful rebirth." "Ah, are you a demon spirit? Master!" Qingyin exclaimed again, looking intently from mid-air, and saw Zhang Silang lying among the ruins. The perfect female slave threw aside the demon spirit and rushed towards Zhang Yang without regard for anything else. The demon spirit disdained to attack Qingyin, while the members of the major evil sects were dumbfounded, their eyes filled with confusion and fear. "Who exactly are you?" The tall and beautiful Blood Moon Jade Goddess's expression was extremely solemn. Her sculpted jade face tightened, and the jade gourd in her hand instantly turned blood red. "Little girl, you are the disciple of the Blood Wine Old Monster, aren't you? You dare to lay a hand on me? You have no manners!" The demon spirit casually waved at the floating clouds in the night sky, and a cloud of smoke enveloped her alluring jade body like a wave. "How dare you insult my master's name!" Anger ignited the Blood Moon Jade Goddess's wildness. She took a big gulp from the blood gourd, and then opened her mouth, shooting out a jet of wine. The demon spirit raised a single palm, and a beam of light emanated from it, blocking the wine arrow. She then sighed, "Hmm, you youngster have some skill; no wonder you're so arrogant." Before she finished speaking, the wine arrow was forcefully shattered by the powerful force. The demon spirit laughed, and a dress of condensed clouds appeared on her body, while a huge, wondrous flower bloomed beneath her feet. The millstone-sized flower spun in the air, its light shooting skyward, instantly turning the dozen or so evil disciples into wisps of smoke. "Ah, a peony flower! You're the... Vicious Peony of the Palace of Ten Thousand Desires?" The Seven Star Palace Master, in the bloom of youth, was the first to exclaim in surprise, immediately recalling the legend from twenty years ago, causing her cold, beautiful face to turn deathly pale. "How dare you, a junior, address me by my name! Hmph!" The Vicious Peony, enraged, unleashed a palm strike. The seven-starred dress worn by Leng Die instantly lost its brilliance, lasting only half a second before a crack appeared on the Seven Star Palace's most prized treasure. "Ah!" A scream of terror filled the air, and everyone had no more doubts. This woman was definitely the Vicious Peony, the ruthless and infamous enchantress! In an instant, the two opposing evil sects acted in unison. From the sect leader at the Tai Xu realm to the messenger disciples, everyone soared into the air, scattering like a flock of panicked grasshoppers. The Vicious Peony, standing in mid-air, let out another cold snort, but remained arrogantly still, showing no intention of pursuit. Moments later, the evil sects vanished. A hint of smugness appeared on the Vicious Peony's lips, but her smile suddenly turned cold as she gazed at the dark night sky. The turmoil stirred up by the evil master hadn't subsided when several figures appeared from the opposite direction. "Lingmeng, a disciple of Yiyuan Mountain, greets Senior Evil Love!" Even facing the legendary enchantress, Lingmeng remained ethereal and dreamlike. "You're a disciple of Old Man Yiyuan?" A chilling killing intent clung to the figures. At this moment, Evil Love Peony had completely shed the gentle aura that her original host possessed. The mist around Lingmeng could no longer remain calm, but she still maintained her composure, saying, "Senior, twenty years of seclusion couldn't erase your inner demons? Alas!" "Seclusion? Hehe... You little girl are even more hypocritical than Old Man Yiyuan!" Evil Love Peony's laughter burst from between her teeth. Then, she straightened her body, her breasts bursting out of her clothes. Changing her tone, two petals shot out from beneath her feet. "Senior, please forgive me!" Lingmeng appeared to be pierced by the petals, but her true form suddenly appeared behind the Evil Peony. She then retracted her left-hand magical artifact and struck the Evil Peony's back heavily with her right. Even then, the illusion created by the special artifact smiled kindly at the Peony Demoness. "The Jade of No Breath, the God-Slaying Ruler! Little girl, how could my Wanyu Palace's magical treasures be in Yiyuan Mountain? Despicable!" The situation took a sharp turn. The Evil Peony lay horizontally in mid-air, about to break free from the God-Slaying Ruler's restraints, when two streams of spiritual power at the Taixu Breaking Heaven realm shot out, forcefully suppressing her. The Yiyuan Jade Maiden secretly exhaled, then once again raised the legendary God-Slaying Ruler high, and in the tone of a righteous messenger, questioned in a deep voice: "Evil Peony, are you still not awake?" "Little girl, do you think you can kill me? Hehe… I will definitely avenge today's grudge and annihilate your entire Yiyuan Mountain!"Before Lingmeng could act, the Peony Demoness struck herself on the head, instantly extinguishing the light around her. As she plummeted to the ground, a wisp of light, neither smoke nor mist, shot into the sky, drifting away with a helpless sigh from the Jade Maiden of One Yuan. At that moment, Qingyin, carrying the unconscious Zhang Yang, flew out of the ruins and caught Ning Zhiyun as she fell. The perfect female slave coughed up a mouthful of blood and questioned sharply, "Jade Maiden Yi Yuan, did you kill the Second Young Mistress?" "I am on the same path as Young Master Zhang, how could I harm anyone from the Zhang family? The Second Young Mistress is just tired; she will wake up tomorrow." The ever-changing smoke and waves landed leisurely, and Ling Meng asked with concern, "Is Young Master Zhang alright? Please, Senior Dao Yue, take a look." A phantom flashed, and an old woman with white hair appeared out of thin air in front of Qing Yin. With a tap of her cane, Qing Yin froze like a fossil, while Zhang Yang flew into the old woman's hand. "This kid's lucky. He's only injured his vital energy. After taking this golden pill, he'll wake up immediately." The golden pill easily slid into Zhang Yang's body, and Qingyin immediately regained her freedom. Before her killing intent could erupt, Zhang Yang had already opened his eyes and instinctively cried out, "Sister-in-law!" "Brother Zhang, your vital energy has been absorbed by the demon spirit. Don't move around. You need to rest." The Jade Maiden of One Yuan reached out to support Zhang Yang, her expression incredibly kind. "It's you, Jade Maiden of One Yuan! A demon spirit? Ah!" Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. After a second of stunned silence, the scene of Ning Zhiyun's transformation replayed in his mind like a horror movie. He thought: Right, sister-in-law's honey pot was tightly gripping my glans, it felt so good! Uh... Also, I keep ejaculating, it seems like I'll die from exhaustion! Ah, has sister-in-law already been possessed by a demon spirit? Ecstasy and terror intertwined in Zhang Yang's mind. Fortunately, Ning Zhiyun was in Qingyin's arms, and Zhang Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Chapter Three" Evil Weapon Training "Yuan Yu Nu, didn't you say I could absorb demon spirits? Why am I like this now? You tricked me into going to my death!" Zhang Yang's pale face was filled with indignation. “Young Master Zhang, everything in nature has its counterpart! You acted rashly on your own, unable to control the demon spirit, and naturally became its tonic. Who told you not to wait for me to come and act together?” After a slight complaint, the Jade Maiden of One Yuan said more sincerely and kindly, “Please believe me, Brother Zhang, this accident is entirely because you haven’t fully activated the power of the ‘evil weapon.’ Lingmeng assures you that as long as you train for two or three months, you will be completely transformed, and from then on, you can roam freely in the world.” Zhang Yang was not moved at all by the bright future that the Jade Maiden of One Yuan spoke of. He groaned weakly, “Ouch, my head hurts so much! Xiaoyin, help me to Second Madam’s courtyard to rest. It seems that no one can stay here tonight.” Qingyin held Ning Zhiyun in her left arm and supported Zhang Yang with her right hand. Under the disapproving gazes of several righteous experts, she strode out of the dilapidated courtyard gate. Jin Guang's fist clenched, anger rising, but Lingmeng smiled and stopped him, saying, "Let him go! He'll come to us obediently tomorrow." As Lingmeng whispered mysteriously, Qingyin asked with a puzzled look, "Master, what Lingmeng said is true, why don't you want to?" Zhang Yang pouted, still shaken, and said, "She didn't lie, but she only told half the truth. You saw it yourself, one demon spirit is already so terrifying, and I have to deal with thirteen demon spirits? Isn't that courting death?" Qingyin recalled the previous scene and couldn't help but stick out her cute tongue, agreeing with Zhang Yang's words. Zhang Yang subconsciously glanced back and lowered his voice, saying, "Besides, being a lecherous thief is exciting, but if I accidentally give myself away, these so-called gentlemen will definitely push me to the guillotine and make me take the blame. Do you think I'm that stupid?" "Hehe... Of course Master isn't stupid, Master is the smartest lecherous thief in the world!" The perfect female slave's admiration for Zhang Yang was absolutely like a surging river. As they entered the Second Madam's courtyard, Qingyin finally remembered a troublesome matter and said, "Master, if you don't agree to Yiyuan Yunu's request, what about the Soul-Suppressing Refinement?" "Hehe... Look, I'm free now." Zhang Yang proudly raised his wrist and shook it, beaming, "I'll leave quietly first thing tomorrow morning and go to the capital to find my imperial uncle. I don't believe Yiyuan Yunu will chase me to the palace." "Great! I'll go prepare right away!" The perfect slave girl cheered and quickly made preparations to escape to the capital. After a period of panic, the Duke of Zheng's mansion escaped unscathed. Zhang Yang stayed in the Second Madam's room, while the Old Madam and others treated Yiyuan Yunu like a VIP, inviting her to a guest room. The next day, before dawn, just as Qingyin was about to shout "Grand Madam Xiu," Zhang Yang sighed dejectedly, "Sigh, I can't leave! Take me to find Yiyuan Yunu, quickly." The garden of the Duke of Zheng's mansion's guest courtyard. Zhang Yang and Yi Yuan Yunu stood amidst the exotic flowers and plants, a tense atmosphere suggesting a negotiation. "Young Master Zhang, you arrived even earlier than Lingmeng anticipated! Truly a man of great loyalty and affection." Yi Yuan Yunu's beautiful eyes flickered, a hint of mockery flashing within them, unnoticed even by herself. She relished seeing Zhang Yang's anxious, frustrated, and helpless expression. "Yi Yuan Yunu, Sister Zhiyun remains unconscious, her breath growing weaker. I need your explanation." Lingmeng's graceful figure, veiled among the flowers, was enough to captivate countless men, and Zhang Yang's eyes also seemed to enjoy it, though his tone was filled with resentment. "Brother Zhang, please calm your anger. Listen to Lingmeng—to understand your sister-in-law's situation, you must understand how to hunt down a demoness's spirit." Yi Yuan Yunu's slight sticking out of her tongue would surely make any man in the world hate Zhang Yang to the core. Then, her expression turned serious, and she earnestly began to recount a topic that would make anyone blush. "To capture the demon spirit, Brother Zhang, you must first win the host's love, then learn the art of Yin and Yang harmony, and use strange techniques to bring the host's body and mind to the extreme of desire. Then, when planting jade in Lantian, use the chaotic power of life's birth to completely obliterate the demon spirit's existence." "Ah, you really have to... get her pregnant? No way!" Even Zhang Yang couldn't help but blush, sweating profusely at that future "great" goal. "Yes, absolutely!" The Jade Maiden spoke solemnly about the topic of "sowing the seed." To ensure Zhang Yang understood, she patiently and meticulously added, "If you don't do it this way, not only will you fail to disperse the demoness's spirit, but the spirit will also absorb your vital energy, awaken prematurely, and steal your body." Zhang Yang wasn't averse to the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique and pressed on in a deep voice, "According to you, I harmed my sister-in-law, but you've already dealt with the demon spirit, so why is she still unconscious?" "Brother Zhang, the demon peony's spirit hasn't disappeared. I was able to expel her from the Second Young Mistress's body only because her spiritual power hadn't fully recovered; it was purely by chance. Now that she's taken away the host's soul and vital energy, that's why the Second Young Mistress is unconscious." Before Zhang Yang could continue questioning, the Jade Maiden took two steps forward and emphasized, "If you want your sister-in-law to recover completely, you must capture the escaped demon spirit and reclaim your life force!" "What? That Vicious Peony is so powerful, how do we capture her?" Although Zhang Yang hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he was still terrified by the Vicious Peony's power from Qingyin's description. "Among the thirteen demonesses of the Myriad Desires Palace, the Vicious Peony is the weakest." The words of the Jade Maiden of One Yuan were like a bucket of cold water, instantly chilling Zhang Yang to the bone. He thought: That powerful Peony demoness is actually the weakest? Damn it! Lingmeng seemed to see through Zhang Yang's thoughts. After striking him down, she changed the subject, saying, "Brother Zhang, don't be discouraged. Besides this method, there's an easier way." "What way? Tell me, I'll do my best to make it happen." "The one who tied the knot must untie it. As long as you learn the Yin-Yang Harmony Technique, you can use your evil weapon's energy to inject into your sister-in-law's body, restoring her health." Things indeed returned to the predetermined track, making Zhang Yang admire the Jade Maiden of One Yuan so much that his teeth itched. Clinging to a last shred of hope, Zhang Yang raised his wrist and said, "Look, the Soul-Suppressing Refinement is destroyed. I can't sense the demon spirit anymore. You'll have to find someone else to be the 'hero'!" "Even without the Soul-Suppressing Refinement, there are other ways to search for the demon spirit's tracks, and they're even more effective." Lingmeng revealed a friendly smile that sent chills down Zhang Yang's spine. "Brother Zhang, you must help me subdue the demon spirit. Otherwise, not only will I fail to save your sister-in-law, but I'll also tell everyone what happened last night." "You…you're really something! Fine, you tell me what to do, and I'll do it." Faced with the blatant threat from the Jade Maiden, Zhang Yang deflated like a punctured balloon, instantly losing all fighting spirit. A wisp of mist rose slightly, obscuring the fleeting smugness in the eyes of the Jade Maiden, who said, "Brother Zhang, it's best that you've figured it out. We're truly companions now, aren't we?" "Yes, companions, fighting side by side, inseparable!" Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly, then, somewhat impatiently, pressed, "What exactly do you want me to do?" "Hehe, don't rush. Let me take you to meet some companions first. Since we're on the same path, Brother Zhang, remember to be friendly to everyone, okay?"The "evil artifact" was finally back in its place, and the unconventional Jade Maiden led Zhang Yang to the main hall of the guest courtyard. There were six people in the hall, seated in three different areas. Zhang Yang's eyes immediately fell on the beautiful and charming Shui Lian, but before he could even appreciate her properly, Jin Guang's disdainful gaze had already ruined his good mood. His gaze shifted, and the young man with the evil artifact walked towards two white-haired elders, quietly asking, "Fairy Meng, are these old men and women also a couple?" "Hehe, this old man doesn't have that honor. If I had had your courage when I was young, young friend, it might be possible." The old man in blue robes, several meters away, heard Zhang Yang's whisper. He stroked his white beard, laughing leisurely. "You old hag, you're full of wicked schemes! Luckily, I didn't fall for your tricks back then!" A white-haired old woman rolled her eyes, mercilessly mocking the seemingly venerable old man. Then she turned to Zhang Yang and asked directly, "Young Zhang, who made the first move between you and your sister-in-law's lover?" Zhang Yang blushed at the question, but facing these two easygoing old women, he didn't feel the annoyance he had when facing Jin Guang. Instead, he felt happy and relaxed. "Hehe... Of course, I made the first move! Granny Daoyue, if you like Old Man Qiankun, I can teach him a few tricks to make him more proactive towards you." "Haha... Interesting, interesting!" Old Man Qiankun patted the seat next to him and invited, "Young friend Zhang, there's no time like the present. Teach me a few tricks now, so I can also find a companion in my old age." Zhang Yang was taken aback by these words. He hadn't expected there to be such a witty and eloquent master among the righteous path. The Jade Maiden of One Yuan couldn't help but smile wryly. She then led Zhang Yang to two middle-aged cultivators and introduced them with a smile: "These two are Brother Craftsman and Brother Swordsmith from the Golden Stone Sect. In the future, when Brother Zhang learns the Daoist arts, he will have to rely on these two fellow Daoists to forge your natal flying sword." The red-faced craftsman modestly offered a word and then fell silent, while the black-faced swordsmith merely returned the greeting woodenly. The two then immersed themselves in their respective Taoist texts. Zhang Yang stepped out of the guest courtyard, his thoughts drifting to the members of the "Evil Artifact Team." The Golden Couple were the henchmen, the Old Man of Qiankun was the strategist with flawless plans, Granny Daoyue was a spy overqualified for her role, the craftsmen and swordsmiths were essentially the logistics support, the Jade Maiden of One Yuan was naturally the leader, and as for me… hehe… I am the soul of this team! Thinking of this, a slightly smug Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask curiously, "Fairy Meng, is this the team you assembled? Are they the strongest among the Ten Mountains of the Righteous Path?" "Not the strongest, but certainly the most suitable for this mission." Lingmeng gazed at the sky, her hair fluttering slightly, and sighed, "The Evil Artifact Operation is a top secret; we absolutely cannot let the news leak out, otherwise it will surely cause a storm in the evil sects. Unfortunately, the news… has already leaked, alas." Zhang Yang chuckled awkwardly. He fully understood Lingmeng's meaning, but he lacked any sense of responsibility. He casually asked, "We've met the person, what's next?" Huanmeng Yanbo stopped, erasing her earlier gloom. "Let's go! To Mandarin Duck Lake, for evil weapon training!" With a command from Yiyuan Yunu, the evil weapon team embarked on their journey. The Zhang family members, with tears in their eyes, reluctantly saw Zhang Yang and the others off. "Fourth Brother, take good care of Zhiyun. If anything happens to her, your grandma will definitely not forgive you!" The Third Young Mistress didn't cry; instead, she used her fists to shove Zhang Yang into the carriage. Only after Zhang Yang and the carriage disappeared from sight did a trace of melancholy appear on her wild yet radiant face. After the carriage left the city, the Jin couple, the craftsman, and the swordsmith took turns as laborers, propelling the carriage into the air and flying straight towards Mandarin Duck Lake. Inside the spacious and luxurious carriage, resembling a modern RV, Zhang Yang reclined on his seat, his handsome face, now refreshed, gleaming with contemplation. Qingyin sat on the soft couch by the window, tending to the unconscious Second Young Mistress while curiously asking, "Master, how will Lingmeng train you?" "She didn't say the specifics, only that I need to learn Taoist magic and something... the Mandarin Duck Playing in the Water Technique, which will wake my sister-in-law." Zhang Yang looked at the unconscious Ning Zhiyun, his eyes lowering with guilt, and sighed, "I don't care whether I learn Taoist magic or not, I just hope this 'Playing in the Water Technique' isn't too difficult to learn, sigh!" Although Qingyin had lost her previous memories, she was no stranger to the art of Yin and Yang. Hailing from the Dust-Absorbing Valley, her beautiful eyes flashed, instantly becoming alluring and seductive. Suddenly, she reached out and grasped Zhang Yang's manhood. "Master, it's so magnificent, it'll definitely make your 'bedroom skills' shine! Hehe..." "Hehe...that's for sure." Zhang Yang's chest involuntarily puffed out, and his penis grew even more erect. "Ah!" "A mixture of terror and ecstasy filled the Dust-Absorbing Valley. Miao Ji had absorbed the life essence of over a dozen strong men before barely suppressing her injuries, but the shock in her heart could not be dispelled: the Evil Love Potion had actually possessed another's body for rebirth? Was this related to Zhang Yang? What exactly did he become after absorbing the Profound Spirit Cauldron? After three days and three nights of hard work in the Scripture Pavilion, all the elders of the Dust-Absorbing Valley finally found the answer: possession and rebirth, primordial spirit possessing another's body! Although there were slight discrepancies in the details, the elders' conclusions should be correct. Miao Ji took a deep breath and frowned, saying, "I have guessed a bit about the Evil Love Potion's situation. What I need is the answer about Zhang Yang. Have you found it?" The evil elders fell silent upon hearing this. Seeing this, Miao Ji leaped onto the high platform and angrily cursed, "A bunch of useless trash! Quickly search the scriptures!" "Hehe... Master, what's wrong that made you so angry? Your disciple is willing to share your burdens." A slender, petite girl fluttered in like a colorful butterfly. "Oh, Little Linglong, you've finally shown up? I thought you'd run away!" After some time apart, Little Linglong's beautiful face had gained a captivating radiance. Though petite, the trembling of her breasts and the swaying of her waist drew the attention of countless disciples of the evil sects. "Master, I've been going into seclusion to practice my skills, hoping to relieve your burdens as soon as possible." Little Linglong seemed completely oblivious to the jealousy in Miao Ji's eyes. She gracefully turned halfway around, approaching Miao Ji, and said, "When I was at Purple Thunder Mountain, I saw the Resurrection Techniques that True Person Purple Thunder had secretly collected. Zhang Yang was absorbed into a weapon's soul; if he didn't die, he must have merged with it." Miao Ji could no longer care about being jealous of her disciple's youthful beauty and exclaimed, "Girl, are you saying that Zhang Yang has become a magical artifact?" "Bang!" At the same instant, the Lord of the Wind and Rain Pavilion slammed his palm, shattering the table, and exclaimed in disbelief, "A magic weapon? How is that possible? How can a living person become a magic weapon? Palace Master Leng, are you sure?" "Absolutely!" Palace Master Leng Die of the Seven Stars Palace straightened her body and raised her voice, "Zhang Yang has become the Xuanling Cauldron. Yiyuan Mountain is using him to capture and kill the primordial spirits of the Thirteen Demonesses." A resurrected primordial spirit and a magic weapon in human form—such an inconceivable situation left even experts at the Taixu Realm feeling quite incredulous. After a moment of silence, Young Master Lianhua said in a shrill voice, "Regardless of whether Zhang Yang is a magic weapon or not, the rebirth of the Evil Peony is a fact. Brother Cao, how should we deal with this?" "The Thirteen Evil Women of Seven Emotions and Six Desires are not only enemies of the righteous Ten Mountains, but they were also ruthless towards the evil Six Paths in the past. Old grudges and resentments involuntarily surfaced in the hearts of the three evil sect leaders. The Wind and Rain Pavilion Master clenched his fists, his thin body trembling slightly, and gritted his teeth, saying, 'Although the blood feud of our sects cannot go unavenged, times have changed. If the Myriad Desires Palace reappears in the mortal world, that old man from the Six Paths…' 'Brother Cao means… to lend a hand to the Myriad Desires Palace?' 'Yes, as long as Zhang Yang is killed, no one can stop the rebirth of the Myriad Desires Palace. We'll do Wan Mudan a favor, and then let her fight the old man from the Six Paths and the old man from One Yuan to the death, hahaha…' The Wind and Rain Pavilion Master became increasingly happy, as if he had found a new direction in life amidst his confusion. Inside the carriage speeding through the air, Zhang Yang was about to lift the skirt of the perfect female slave when the carriage suddenly lurched, 'Thump!'" With a thud, he rolled on the ground. Qingyin hurriedly helped Zhang Yang up, angrily saying, "Master, it's Jin Guang causing trouble! Isn't he one of our own? Why is he targeting us?" Although Zhang Yang couldn't stand the insult, his fists clenched involuntarily, but he still maintained his composure, saying, "These people were all sent by Yiyuan Yunu. They say they're our own, but actually they're monitoring me like a prisoner. Xiaoyin, remember, as soon as sister-in-law wakes up, we'll find a chance to escape." "Yes, one day, I will defeat Jin Guang with my own hands!" The scene in the inn flashed through Qingyin's mind, coupled with Jin Guang's contemptuous gaze, and the innocent female slave rarely felt such disgust for anyone. "Yes, beat him into a lapdog, hehe..." Zhang Yang was angry along with Qingyin, then cursed while helplessly enduring the bumpy ride. "Huh, why isn't the carriage bumping anymore?" Zhang Yang was so dizzy from the shaking that he lost track of time. Only then did he realize that it was almost evening, and the "driver" had been replaced by a mature and beautiful woman named Shui Lian Jushi. The beauty rode a sword, her robes fluttering in the wind!Zhang Yang was stunned, suddenly realizing that the female cultivator from Five Elements Mountain was truly a great beauty. "Master, why are you hard? Hehe...it's so big!" A cool, jade-like hand reached under his brocade robe and grasped Zhang Yang's erect penis. With the rise and fall of the carriage, the lingering passion returned violently. Zhang Yang gasped in pleasure, turned around and embraced Qingyin's flawless body, then suddenly pushed her away. "Baby, your injuries haven't healed yet, bear with it!" The once-wicked beauty blinked her innocent eyes, first revealing a sweet smile of gratitude, then, while teasing Zhang Yang's penis, she replied in a charmingly naive tone, "My internal injuries are completely healed, do you want it..." The perfect slave girl's words made Zhang Yang's body boil, and with his remaining rationality, he suppressed his lust and asked in surprise, "So fast? Didn't Lingmeng say you needed to rest for about ten days?" "I don't know why either, but my injuries healed, it seems to be about the same time as Master's recovery. Ah, Master, your penis is so hot, Xiaoyin wants it..." How could any normal man refuse such a passionate invitation from a bewitching beauty! Zhang Yang's body twitched slightly, his hot, thick penis skillfully sliding into Qingyin's exquisite, enchanting honeyed cave. He said, "Lingmeng wouldn't let you come with me. Luckily I insisted, otherwise I would have been fooled by her again. What a load of bull, what a saintess!" "Screw her mother! Laugh..." Qingyin and Zhang Yang simultaneously uttered their unique professional terms. Then, she leaned against the window, her upper body bent forward, and her lower body bravely thrust backward. "Smack!" The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the carriage, Zhang Yang's strong lower abdomen causing Qingyin's buttocks to sway. "Plop...

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