【Evil Weapon】2-2

Chapter Five: After the Demon Spirit Host incident, atop Purple Thunder Peak, two stunningly beautiful cultivation maidens stood facing the wind. Purple Spirit Maiden, facing One Yuan Maiden, the most favored disciple of One Yuan True Monarch, had even colder eyes, her chilling aura emanating from her. She said, "Fairy Meng, is this outcome to your liking?" "Fairy Jing misunderstands. Lingmeng has absolutely no ill will towards Purple Thunder Mountain." Lingmeng's feet sank slightly, as if emerging from mist, her flawless face revealing a captivating smile. Jing Qingtian swept her sleeve, a chilling aura whistling through the air, dispersing the gentle breeze Lingmeng had created. She then said in a deep voice, "I don't actually care about the survival of Purple Thunder Mountain. I only want to ask Fairy Meng one thing: are you determined to protect one person?" Lingmeng's eyelids narrowed, mist rising from beneath her feet, the flowers and grass on the mountaintop trembling, the gentle breeze and chill vanishing simultaneously. The first clash between the two most beautiful maidens in the cultivation world ended in a draw. Lingmeng took a half-step back and sighed softly, thinking, "Fairy Jing, things have come to this. Why must you insist on killing Zhang Yang? Let it go." "Let it go? Hehe... That's too funny!" Jing Qingtian's laughter startled birds into flight and caused flowers to lose their color. Her former ethereal grace turned into icy cruelty. Before Lingmeng could respond, she said hatefully, "I, Jing Qingtian, have lived only to kill Zhang Yang. Anyone who stands in my way will be killed." "Alas, extraordinary circumstances call for extraordinary measures. Although Lingmeng does not wish to be enemies with Fairy Jing, she is powerless to change her fate. I hope that day will never come." A long sigh revealed a trace of helplessness in Lingmeng's heart. The First Jade Maiden stepped on the misty waves and drifted away. Even a hundred feet away, her voice still lingered in Jing Qingtian's ears. "Fairy Jing, if you can wait, your great revenge can be achieved. I hope you will reconsider." Jing Qingtian flicked her water sleeves, dispelling the echo of the Jade Maiden of One Yuan. After a cold snort, she summoned the Four Spirit Sword Maidens before her. The Heavenly Spirit Maiden was the first to leap to the mountaintop, anxiously asking, "Senior Sister, should we immediately descend the mountain to kill that dog Zhang Yang?" Jing Qingtian's fair face finally softened, and she suddenly said with relief, "Junior Sister, quickly help me back to the cave. Be careful not to be seen." The weakness of the Jade Maiden of Purple Spirit caused the Four Spirit Sword Maidens' expressions to change drastically. After catching her breath, she said helplessly in a low voice, "I haven't fully refined the spiritual power passed down by Master. Defeating that old man Huo Lei was just a bluff. To kill Zhang Yang, we can't rush it. Your spiritual power also needs to be improved." The wind blew and shadows moved as the Four Spirit Sword Maidens escorted their eldest sister back to the secluded cave. Jing Qingtian, forcing herself to stay awake, pointed to a small hole in the mountain wall and said, "Inside lies the highest secret manual of the Four Spirits Technique. You will all enter seclusion with me. The day we break through will be the day we avenge ourselves!" "Don't worry, Senior Sister, we swear we won't rest until we kill this traitor!" The Four Spirits Sword Goddesses knelt in unison, their faces flushed with excitement, their four beautiful eyes filled with endless hatred. A fleeting look of sadness and loss flashed across Jing Qingtian's eyes. Yinzhou, the Duke of Zheng's Mansion. The sound of chicken hooves had already begun, but the moans in the Second Madam's bedroom continued. "Ah, ah... Fourth Brother, I can't... please, hurry... hurry and shoot..." "Shoot where? Tell me, Auntie, uh, good Auntie, where will I shoot?" "Shoot... shoot inside, shoot it all inside Auntie... um..." Amidst the Second Madam's shy pleas, Zhang Yang straightened his back and ejaculated his lustful essence for the seventh time, all of it shooting into her flower path. Although he was a malevolent being, after a whole night of torment, he felt weak in the limbs. The Second Madam, a delicate and beautiful woman, was even more unable to bear it, her private parts already red and swollen. "Auntie, promise me, good Auntie, please promise me." Zhang Silang mustered his remaining strength, his slightly numb penis gently rubbing against the Second Madam's petals, making a threatening gesture. Her labia trembled with a tingling, throbbing pain. Forced into a corner, the Second Madam had no choice but to agree to Zhang Yang's unreasonable demands: "Ah, no, no more! Fourth Brother, your aunt promises you, I won't lock the courtyard gate tonight, I'll wait for you, mmm..." The promise of their tryst was spoken, and the beautiful woman was instantly filled with shame, instinctively burying her face in the pillow. Zhang Yang, however, grinned broadly, stroking the Second Madam's nipples while lewdly teasing her: "Don't worry, Aunt, I'm not that heartless. I won't come tonight. Once you've recovered, I'll come back to drink your milk." Under Zhang Yang's shameless advances, the Second Madam's gentle nature gradually succumbed. Before leaving, the wicked boy even forced the beautiful aunt to cleanse his "root of desire," using, of course, her shy, hesitant lips. Hehe... Next up, it's the Second Sister-in-law. A smug Zhang Yang lay on the cool couch, gazing at the strategy board Qingyin held out. His mind raced. Once, his dignified and elegant second sister-in-law seemed as far away as the horizon; now, she was within his grasp. "Fate" was truly a wonderful thing; he could now rightfully and openly possess Sister-in-law Zhiyun. Qingyin looked down at the strategy map and asked curiously, "Master, now that only the Second Young Mistress remains as a target, should we still test her?" "No need. Use your magic to help me; I'll go directly to Second Sister-in-law tonight." His success with the Second Madam greatly boosted Zhang Yang's confidence. Thinking of the even more alluring and gentle Ning Zhiyun, his breath hitched; he wished he could immediately fly to the heavens and swallow the sun whole, turning day into night. "You're not allowed to go!" "Second Aunt Tie Ruonan suddenly jumped over the wall, glaring angrily at Zhang Yang and demanding, "Since Second Aunt isn't the host, why did you stay in her room all night? What did you do?" "I didn't do anything, just chatted with Second Aunt and reminisced about my childhood." Zhang Yang denied it without changing his expression, while glancing at the wall and secretly planning to have Qingyin set up a magic array on the wall to prevent Third Sister-in-law from ambushing him again without even a chance to escape. Sigh! Tie Ruonan felt increasingly powerless against Zhang Yang. Facing the brat's "innocent" eyes, she stomped her foot angrily and snorted coldly, "Without evidence, you are absolutely not allowed to do those filthy things to Zhiyun, otherwise I'll go tell the Ancestor right now." The help suddenly turned into an obstacle. Zhang Yang couldn't help but slap his forehead heavily, sighed to the sky, and then suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "Good sister, I'll listen to you." "Hehe... I'll suddenly fall ill tomorrow night, so I'll trouble you to inform Second Sister-in-law." "Fourth Brother, are you trying to... lure Zhiyun here?" "That's definitely Master's idea. As soon as Second Young Mistress enters this courtyard, I'll have a way to keep her from leaving, hehe..." Qingyin's inherent wickedness gradually returned with time, and her innocent beautiful eyes gained a touch of brilliance, captivating Zhang Yang so much that he couldn't help but swallow hard. The perfect female slave had definitely guessed her master's intentions. Zhang Yang rolled his eyes and subconsciously moved away from Third Sister-in-law's fist. However, Tie Ruonan didn't get angry this time, and sighed deeply, "I will bring Zhiyun on time. You'd better be prepared, alas!" Time flew by, and the moon hung in the night sky on the second night. Third Young Mistress pounded on the gate of Huichun Courtyard like a drum, shouting anxiously, "Zhiyun, open the door quickly! Fourth Brother has suddenly fallen ill and is vomiting blood!" With a creak, the courtyard gate, which had been tightly closed for many days, finally opened. Before Ning Zhiyun could ask any questions, the wild Tie Ruonan grabbed her wrist and dashed towards Qingxin Villa. "Ouch, help! It hurts so much!" The light of the crescent moon streamed through the window, illuminating the fourth young master's writhing body. The moment he sensed his second sister-in-law's presence, he pinched his thigh hard, letting out a genuine scream. Ning Zhiyun, who had hesitated slightly, rushed into the bedroom. "Sister-in-law, save me—" Ning Zhiyun leaned over the bed, and Zhang Yang's contorted body suddenly sprang up, his hands encircling Ning Zhiyun's waist. He then rolled back, pulling her onto the bed. The man's strength erupted from his arms, his breath penetrating her clothes. Ning Zhiyun's heart skipped a beat; shame and anxiety were still brewing, but an electric-like heat was already coursing through her skin, tingling and numb—utterly shameful. Seeing Zhang Yang's lustful actions, Tie Ruonan couldn't help but rage. She strode forward, grabbed the young man's arm, and shouted, "Fourth Brother, Second Sister-in-law is here! Behave yourself, you won't die…wait!" "Tie Ruonan paused, her jade-like hand gripping Zhang Yang's wrist tightening again, the scorching heat immediately piercing her palm. The Soul-Suppressing Refining Elixir was heating up, it really was heating up! So there really was a demon spirit host! Zhang Yang glanced at his third sister-in-law, smiled smugly, then flipped his wrist to shake off her stunned jade-like hand, and once again threw himself into his second sister-in-law's arms, continuing to feign pain and madness. "Good sister-in-law, save me, I feel so bad!" In this situation, Zhang Yang's words seemed normal, but they were exactly the same words he had uttered when he went mad in the hot spring that day. Ning Zhiyun's jade-like hand trembled, the shadow in her heart instantly magnified infinitely, and then a strong suspicion arose. Could it be that Fourth Brother was faking it, and was planning to do something bad again? Heavens, Ruonan was still here, and he actually dared to lay a hand on her, what a scoundrel! Shame and anger surged into the second young mistress's heart. She wanted to slap Zhang Yang, but because of her sister-in-law's presence, she subconsciously found a reason to endure it. "Fourth Brother, don't move around, lie down, it's inconvenient for me to take your pulse like this."Ning Zhiyun could only resist secretly; how could she possibly break free from Zhang Silang's fiery grip? Fortunately, Tie Ruonan suddenly stepped forward, striking Zhang Yang's elbow with a palm strike, while simultaneously deceiving herself by saying, "Second Sister-in-law, it seems he's delirious from his illness. Let me help you hold him down." Zhang Yang's left hand, having been punched, immediately recoiled, but his right hand swiftly wrapped around the gentle Second Sister-in-law's body, cunningly dodging the fists of the fiery Third Sister-in-law. "Whoosh..." In the bedroom, beside the bed, a chaotic spring breeze suddenly arose. Zhang Yang and the Third Young Mistress, one in front and one behind, with the Second Young Mistress as the axis, under the cover of self-deception, constantly dodged, chased, and circled. The uncle and sister-in-law were having a great time, but Ning Zhiyun was suffering. Dizzy and disoriented, Zhang Yang's large hand suddenly brushed against her breasts, then pressed against her round, full buttocks. Ning Zhiyun's mind went blank, and she suddenly felt a hot, rod-like object pressing heavily against her buttocks. Ah, it felt like a man's thing! Was she hallucinating? How embarrassing! As Ning Zhiyun's tall, jade-like body trembled, Qingyin also made her move. The perfect female slave, to help her master, unceremoniously grabbed Tie Ruonan's shoulders and pulled her back forcefully. In an instant, the room erupted into chaos, a scene of swirling spring breezes and rampant intimacy. Seeing Tie Ruonan entangled with Qingyin, Zhang Yang seized the opportunity, pulling his arms around her and finally pinning the dignified and alluring second sister-in-law down on the bed. "Fourth Master, you..." Ning Zhiyun couldn't help but cry out in shock and shame. As she struggled, her full breasts swayed in waves, captivating the young man's eyes. His erection created a large tent in his pants. Ning Zhiyun's beautiful eyes trembled, and in a daze, she saw the shadow rising between her uncle's legs. Although she thought it was a hallucination, her woman's intuition made her body tense, a premonition of extreme danger washing over her. The lecherous wolf roared to the sky, the prey trembled in fear, and although the Third Young Mistress wanted to save him, she was powerless to change the situation. Just as lust was about to erupt, the anxious and worried voices of a large group of women entered the room, frightening the lecherous wolf, the beautiful woman, and the two accomplices, all of whom turned pale and were at a loss for what to do. Ning Zhiyun struggled to break free from Zhang Yang's embrace. Before she could even get off the bed, the Fourth Madam's beautiful figure lifted the curtain and entered: "Zhiyun, you sent someone to call us, is it because Fourth Master's condition is very serious?" "My dear grandson, don't frighten this old woman! What's wrong? He's not even fifteen yet, how could he have fallen ill?" The Old Madam, supported by her maid Bailing, followed into the room, then the First Madam and several other wives and young ladies from collateral branches, and finally the Second Madam, who was somewhat unsteady on her feet. Zhang Yang's heart skipped a beat. He was secretly worried. He hadn't expected his second sister-in-law to have this trick up her sleeve. How was he going to explain this? Should he tell the truth and drag them all down with him? The evil artifact was torn between reason and impulse. Ning Zhiyun, quick-witted, seized the opportunity to pin Zhang Yang to the bed, feigning anxiety, and said, "You've come at the right time! Fourth Master is frantically scratching himself; everyone, quickly help tie his limbs." As soon as the goddess physician spoke, a large group of women swarmed forward, binding the crazed Fourth Master in a spread-eagle position. Perhaps fearing Zhang Yang would ramble on, or perhaps fueled by the women's resentment, Ning Zhiyun even found a wooden stick and stuffed it into his mouth. Qingyin could only watch helplessly, while Tie Ruonan, instead of offering help, suppressed a laugh and added insult to injury, saying, "Zhiyun, Fourth Master is quite ill; perhaps… we should give him a few more acupuncture needles?" The life-saving acupuncture needles of the divine physician family were renowned throughout the land. Although Zhang Yang rolled his eyes in protest, the women retreated far away, fearing they would interfere with the goddess physician's acupuncture effectiveness. The second young mistress glanced at her sister-in-law, whose stance was unclear, with mixed feelings. She gritted her teeth, for the first time in her life defying her nature and acting as a quack doctor. "Ah—" The moment Ning Zhiyun inserted the first needle, Zhang Yang's screams erupted from his seven orifices. With the second needle, he almost bit through the wooden stick. Before the third needle could even be inserted, the lustful fourth young master had already been punished by the beautiful second young mistress and fainted on the spot. Her eyes trembled, Ning Zhiyun hesitated for a second, and finally withdrew the fourth needle, then hurriedly fled Qingxin Villa. "Zhiyun's medical skills are truly superb. Silang calmed down in just a few moments. Grandmother, let's go back first, we'll visit him again tomorrow." As soon as the First Madam spoke, a group of women, young and old, left one after another. Tie Ruonan, however, took a detour and came alone to her still-shaken uncle. "Hehe... Fourth Brother, it's not easy to take advantage of Second Sister-in-law, is it? Be careful, she might turn you into a real eunuch with one needle." "Good sister, wasn't I just trying to save Second Sister-in-law's life? And you, you're betraying me at the last minute, sigh!" Although Tie Ruonan believed the truth, the resentment in her heart was still hard to quell, and she retorted somewhat unreasonably, "How do I know if you did it? Making the chain heat up isn't difficult. Hmph, if Zhiyun is really possessed by a demon, why doesn't she know anything about it? Answer me!" Zhang Yang's mind was still in a state of being threatened by the silver needles. Unable to think of an answer, he tilted his head and could only answer, "I... don't know!" "I know!" When her master was in trouble, the perfect female slave naturally had to step forward. Qingyin explained seriously, "Based on the characteristics of the primordial spirit, in the early stages of possession, the host will not be aware of the demon's existence. By the time the host feels something, the demon has already begun to devour the host's primordial spirit." The response from the Great Void Master straightened Zhang Yang's back, while Tie Ruonan could no longer evade the issue. She said in a deep voice, "No matter what, you can't force yourself on Zhiyun. It's outrageous." Zhang Yang knew he had been too hasty and awkwardly laughed, "Sister Ruonan, then I won't force myself on you. Please help me. It's not just about Second Sister-in-law's life, it's about the peace of the world. I can't give up even if I want to!" "Sigh, alright, I'll apologize to her tomorrow and sound her out. Then we'll figure something out." "Hmm, that's fine too. If there's no other good way, I'll have to be a lecher for once. Good sister, you won't object, right?" Zhang Yang's happy laughter and Tie Ruonan's helpless sigh rang out simultaneously. The uncle and sister-in-law nodded to each other, reaching a consensus. Tie Ruonan finally overcame her inner demons and returned to the Evil Artifact Group, but the next day, when she arrived at Second Sister-in-law's courtyard, she found it empty. "What?! Second Sister-in-law has moved into the Old Ancestor's room!" Upon receiving the news, Zhang Yang's jaw dropped, like a boxer who had exerted all his strength only to punch empty air, feeling incredibly frustrated. Tie Ruonan also frowned, sighing, "The Old Ancestor suddenly fell ill today, and Zhiyun moved there to be closer to take care of her." "How long will that take?" "According to the maids, the Old Ancestor's illness will last at least one or two months." Tie Ruonan's beautiful eyes flashed, and she couldn't help but add, "With Second Sister-in-law's abilities, she can make the Old Ancestor sick for as long as she wants, alas!" A heavy, powerless sigh lingered above the "Evil Weapon Group." No one had expected that the gentle and beautiful Ning Zhiyun would always have such an unexpected and clever plan. After the sigh, Zhang Yang was still unwilling to give up, and with a leap, he arrived at the main courtyard of the inner residence. Although he passed through the courtyard smoothly, he was stopped by the maid Bailing at the last archway. "Fourth Young Master, Second Young Mistress has ordered that the Old Ancestor's illness requires protection from the wind, and no one is allowed to enter." "Nonsense! Can't I be either?" Zhang Yang flicked his sleeves, his imposing manner failing to intimidate Bai Ling. "You can't either! If anything happens to the Old Ancestor, this servant cannot bear the responsibility. Please forgive me, Fourth Young Master." Bai Ling's brows furrowed, and she immediately barked, "Guards! Escort Fourth Young Master back to his courtyard!" A squad of guards appeared in response, grabbing Zhang Yang and carrying him away without a word. After walking about ten paces, Bai Ling caught up, deliberately raising her voice to add, "Relay the Second Young Mistress and the Old Ancestor's orders: Fourth Young Master is forbidden from paying his respects for one hundred days." The maids and guards responded in hushed tones. Zhang Yang was so angry he almost vomited blood on the spot. How could the Old Ancestor and Second Sister-in-law issue new orders in such a short time? This was clearly Bai Ling falsely conveying imperial decrees, maliciously retaliating! How despicable! At certain moments, even a trivial matter can become a powerful command. Fueled by a strong desire for revenge, not only was Zhang Yang barred from entering the main house, but Tie Ruonan was also turned away. The uncle and sister-in-law stared at each other, utterly helpless. Fengyulou, one of the six evil sects, wasn't the strongest, but it certainly had the most and most diverse members, and was one of the few sects in the cultivation world that favored worldly wealth. Anyone who could afford the money could learn a few moves at Fengyulou, then go out and pretend to be a sage, deceiving the ignorant. The only reward was to forever serve as an informant for Fengyulou. At this moment, Fengyulou's most successful spy, carefully cultivated over a decade, suddenly returned to the main hall, drawing an angry rebuke from the sect's master, Cao Meng. "You worthless wretch! You can't even beat a little woman, and you still have the nerve to come back!" "Master, please have mercy! Allow me to report." In the center of the hall, True Man Huo Lei fell to the ground with a thud and then recounted in detail what had happened at Purple Thunder Mountain. "You mean, Jade Maiden Yi Yuan went to Purple Thunder Mountain specifically to clear Zhang Yang's name? And to secretly create an internal order for Purple Thunder Mountain for that worldly brat?""Your Majesty is right, that is indeed the case. Otherwise, I wouldn't have acted impulsively and tried to seize the Purple Thunder Mountain Sect Leader's Seal for Your Majesty." Huo Lei kowtowed repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice. Cao Meng, the withered master of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, leaned back, gazing at the sky outside the hall, muttering to himself, "What's so special about Zhang Yang? He's too strange!" With a thought, Cao Meng sent out two secret invitations. Two hours later, a young man in colorful robes, more feminine than a woman, and a woman as beautiful as ice, entered the Wind and Rain Hall one after the other. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Cao Meng quickly got to the point, saying in a deep voice, "Brother Lianhua, Palace Master Leng, the Six Paths Saint Lord is currently heavily relying on Miao Ji. I, Cao, am unwilling to be ridden on by a lowly woman. If you two do not object, our three sects can form an alliance to avoid being bullied again." Palace Master Leng Die's slender body trembled slightly. Both she and Young Master Lianhua could tell that the "person" the Wind and Rain Pavilion Master was referring to was not just Miao Ji, but the number one expert of the Evil Sect—the Six Paths Saint Lord. The reason the Evil Sect is considered evil is because its members are inherently wild, acting solely on their whims. Leng Die gritted her teeth first, saying hatefully, "If our masters hadn't perished prematurely, would the Six Paths of the Evil Sect have fallen to such a state, utterly devoid of dignity? Brother Cao, the Seven Star Palace is willing to stand with the Wind and Rain Pavilion." "If Palace Master Leng has the courage, then my Lianhua Pavilion is naturally not afraid either, hehe..." The number one demon in the cultivation world chuckled in agreement, then looked at the Wind and Rain Pavilion Master and the Seven Star Palace Master, her seductive voice sending chills down one's spine: "Before I came here, I just received some news, four...five...trees, Miao Ji is currently in the Yinzhou of the mortal world." "Yinzhou? Is that the place where that brat surnamed Zhang is?" The familiar place name stirred the Wind and Rain Pavilion Master's Dao heart, and he couldn't help but ask, "What is she doing there? Is she acting on the orders of the Six Paths?" Leng Die's beautiful, bony face tightened slightly as she pondered before replying, "It seems Miao Ji must have received instructions from the Six Paths. Whatever she does, it must be related to Zhang Yang, and it must also be related to the Xuanling Cauldron!" Cao Meng nodded repeatedly, clapping his hands and saying, "Yinzhou is a prosperous place in the mortal world. My disciples will come in handy. I believe good news will arrive soon. Fellow Daoists, please raise your cups and swear an oath that our three sects will weather the storms together from now on!" The three evil sect leaders clinked their cups together, and Yinzhou gained another fierce undercurrent. Chapter Six: Taming the Hundred Spirits "Hey, why are there so many charlatans on the street? Hehe..." Zhang Yang's left eye darted to two fortune tellers, and his right eye darted to three exorcists. He grinned and involuntarily stopped in front of a Taoist stall selling elixirs and miraculous medicines. Before Zhang Yang could even engage in his charlatan's nonsense, the Third Young Mistress grabbed him and pulled him two meters away, grumbling as she walked, "Fourth Brother, it's been days! Instead of staying in the manor to figure things out, you're wandering around aimlessly. You brat, if anything happens to Zhiyun, I won't let you off the hook!" Zhang Yang couldn't withstand his sister-in-law's punches, and Qingyin quickly stepped in to protect her mistress, earnestly replying, "Third Young Mistress, Master isn't wandering around; he's preparing for the operation." "Preparing? What preparations?" "Master bought a secluded courtyard, very quiet, right by Mirror Lake. He said it could be used as a summer villa." "Summer villa? Fourth Brother, you really have too much free time!" Tie Ruonan's murderous aura was palpable. Zhang Yang dodged ahead, hiding behind Qingyin, and chuckled, "Good sister-in-law, don't be angry. I really just bought the house to lure the bird out of its hole, hehe..." "You want to keep Second Sister-in-law like a caged bird, locked up there?" Tie Ruonan had a vivid imagination. Her thoughts raced, and a blush immediately rose to her cheeks. She then scolded, "No, absolutely not! If word gets out, people will die! You mustn't force it!" "Good sister-in-law, I didn't say I was going to capture Second Sister-in-law. You guessed wrong." Zhang Yang smiled smugly, proudly puffing out his chest. He then subconsciously looked around before leaning close to Tie Ruonan's ear and whispering, "I'm going to turn an obstacle into an advantage and capture a lark!" His plan was meticulous, his actions thorough, but before he could finish speaking, he exhaled a puff of hot air. "Hmm!" Tie Ruonan's delicate earlobe trembled. A tingling sensation traveled from her ear to her heart. First, her body contracted, then she became angry and embarrassed, suddenly kicking out. "You brat, why are you blowing airs for no reason? You're asking for a beating!" "Haha... Third Sister-in-law, I'm going back to the manor first. I'll leave the rest to you." Zhang Yang once again anticipated his third sister-in-law's reaction. Using Qingyin's power, he leaped ten meters away, leaving behind a burst of laughter that enveloped his third sister-in-law's rapidly heaving breasts! At dusk, a love letter was delivered by the third young mistress to the pretty maid Bailing. There was no signature on the envelope, and Bailing subconsciously guessed it was from the young marquis. She tightly clutched the letter to her chest and returned to her room as quickly as possible. She opened the letter and saw that it was indeed a love letter from the young marquis. The contents were quite embarrassing. The young marquis had actually invited her to a secret rendezvous at night and had even written down the address of the Zhao family's villa clearly. In the dead of night, a man and a woman alone, could it be that the young marquis wanted to... um! Bailing's slender cheeks instantly flushed red. While dreaming of the future, she suddenly felt a tremor in her heartstrings and a strange sense of familiarity arose. Hmm, love letters, invitations... this scene seems familiar, hehe... I must have had such a beautiful dream, and now it's come true! Although Bai Ling's memory of that night had been sealed by Jing Qingtian, the human brain miraculously retains a trace, but unfortunately, this intuition was instantly obscured by the girl's vanity. As Bai Ling received the love letter from the Third Young Mistress, Zhang Yang was walking into the Marquis's mansion, looking for the young Marquis Zhao Guangyi. Zhao Guangyi politely dealt with Zhang Yang. Although both were young masters from wealthy families and lived in the same city, on the one hand, the Marquis's mansion was inferior to the Duke's mansion, and on the other hand, the young Marquis had always looked down on shady people, so they had never had a deep relationship. Zhang Yang, becoming overly familiar, chatted on and on until Zhao Guangyi showed signs of impatience. Then he slapped his forehead and said, "Oh dear, I was so happy I almost forgot the important matter. I went to the Outer Path Mountain to recuperate, and on the way, I met my second sister, Youyue." "Ah, Brother Zhang, where is Miss Youyue? When will she return home?" "Hehe… Brother Zhao, don't rush, let me have some tea first." Zhang Yang deliberately sipped his tea slowly, teasing Zhao Guangyi until he was as anxious as an ant on a hot plate, before cheerfully saying, "Youyue will soon complete her studies and return home. I will definitely inform Brother Zhao then. However, Youyue has heard about your affair with Bailing. She doesn't know if you and Bailing…" "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! It's all just gossip, Brother Zhang, please don't believe it." Zhao Guangyi shook his hands vigorously, appearing very confident, and said loudly, "When I visited your residence, I did see that maid once, but I didn't even recognize her face. I never expected these rumors to surface. Alas." Zhang Yang looked at Zhao Guangyi with a skeptical expression and said, "Brother Zhao, you are a handsome man; it's not surprising that such a thing happened to you. Whether I believe you or not is secondary; the key is my second sister..." "Brother Zhang, please believe me! I will immediately write a letter to prove my innocence. I hope you will grant my request." "Hmm, is that so? If you insist, I'm fine with it; I can act as a messenger." A hint of reluctance appeared on Zhang Yang's face, but inside he was overjoyed. To avoid revealing his true intentions, he had to raise his cup of tea to hide his smirking. Heh heh... This Zhao Guangyi is really something. Before I even said anything, he jumped right into the trap. The moon rose above the willow branches once more, and the pretty maid once again made a promise to meet after dusk. In an elegant courtyard near Mirror Lake, a tall, slender young man in a brocade robe and a golden crown stood with his hands behind his back. Moonlight bathed his silhouette, adding to his dashing appearance. Bai Ling pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate, her eyes immediately sparkling with admiration. In the time she hadn't seen him, the young marquis had become increasingly distinguished, a hundred, a thousand times better than that good-for-nothing young master. Ah, why did I think of Zhang Yang? Bai Ling was startled. Before she could calm her turmoil, the man standing in the center of the courtyard slowly turned around: "Miss Bai Ling, long time no see. How have you been?" "Ah, it's you?" "Why isn't it me! Hehe..." Zhang Yang took another step forward, bathed in moonlight, and sneered happily: "Aren't you happy to see me? I remember you were so excited by the lake last time." A burst of spiritual energy flew down from the wall, striking Bai Ling's brow like lightning. Her beautiful eyes widened, and she finally remembered the scenes by Mirror Lake and on the grass. "Lake...lakeside, you...it's you, no, impossible! Help!" The prey fled towards the door, but Zhang Yang stretched, and a gust of wind immediately blew her back. "Master, I've set up a magic array. You can play however you want." Qingyin exuded an innocent aura from head to toe, yet a bewitching charm permeated her bones. Her smile, a perfect blend of innocence and allure, captivated Zhang Yang, who abandoned his prey and pulled her into his arms. "Baby, Master wants you, right now!""Mmm... Master, don't tear my bodice, I just changed into it, ah, it's torn again..." With a "sizzle," Zhang Yang bit Qingyin's cool, pink, and tender nipple, sucking hard, causing the beauty to cry out in pleasure. With a "smack," the evil weapon thrust in, the fleshy rod passionately filling Qingyin's womb. Bailing fell to the floor, staring blankly at Zhang Yang and Xiaoyin's passionate lovemaking. The moment the Fourth Young Master's terrifyingly huge member came into her view, she shuddered, as if a sharp blade had pierced her body. The Fourth Young Master wasn't a Yin person after all. Could it be that the lecherous villain from that day really was him? Shame and anger suddenly surged into Bailing's eyes, and the curse had just reached the tip of her tongue when Zhang Yang suddenly rushed over, carrying Qingyin's half-naked body. "Smack smack..." The point of their intercourse was only half a meter away from Bailing's cheek. Although she closed her eyes in panic, she couldn't block out the invasion of the sound of flesh colliding. "Ah... Master, it's... it's... it's... it's... it's..." The stunning beauty clung to the young man like a sloth, her beautiful buttocks spinning rapidly in the air, her flower-like core tightly "biting" his penis. After Qingyin's scream of climax, Zhang Yang gently kissed the beauty's cherry lips. When her tense body relaxed slightly, he tightened his hands and waist, and began to thrust rapidly. With a "plop," his penis was fully inserted, and the beauty's honey hole trembled, splashing a few drops of water onto Bailing's cheek. The virgin Bailing only had the memory of that one humiliating moment by the lake in her life, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused. Why was it suddenly raining? Ah! When she opened her eyes, Bailing saw the Fourth Young Master's penis being pulled out violently. The huge shaft not only filled her vision, but the glans also brought out a pool of honey-like fluid, a huge gush, which "splashed" onto her face. A scream of terror burst from Bai Ling's lips as she slumped, her body going limp, and with all her might, she tried to pull up her sleeves. "You slut, don't wipe!" Zhang Yang suddenly separated from Qingyin, flashing a leather whip in his hand. With a flick of the whip, he lashed Bai Ling's thigh hard. The sharp crack pierced the girl's ears. Bai Ling didn't feel the intense pain in her body, but fear surged through her mind like a tidal wave, flooding the gates of her memory. She finally understood completely: the current Fourth Young Master was no longer the weak, useless person, but the flamboyant, domineering, and somewhat powerful masked lecher. "Crack, crack, crack..." Zhang Yang, too, was immersed in the memories of that day, his whip involuntarily overflowing with lewdness, specifically lashing every shameful part of the girl's body. As the whip lashed through, her dress ripped to shreds. The first lash instantly transported Bailing back to the most terrifying moment of that day. She instinctively knelt, trembling, and cried, "Ah, please stop! Fourth Young Master, please, don't hit me! I was wrong, sob..." "You were wrong? Tell me what you were wrong about? Hehe..." Bailing's small breasts leaped from the tear in her dress, only to be met with another lash from Zhang Yang. "Fourth Young Master, I'm a lowly person, a slut, hmph... Please, Fourth Young Master, have mercy! I'm willing to be your slave!" The prey's submission was faster than expected. Zhang Yang still had several instruments of torture left to use! His eyes narrowed, revealing only a three-tenths sense of pride and pleasure, but seven-tenths of frustration and disappointment. Alas, without resistance, there is no oppression; without oppression, where does pleasure come from? Damn it! Qingyin seemed to hear her master's thoughts. She stepped forward and stomped on Bailing's breasts, proudly displaying her large breasts. "Bailing," she said, "only I am worthy to be my master's slave girl. You are not! Hmph, you are only worthy to be my master's—bitch, understand?" "Waaah... Yes, I am a bitch, I am a bitch, please, Sister Qingyin, spare this bitch." Bailing lay prostrate on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy, while secretly clenching her fists. She had to endure it. As long as she left this place, she would go to the Marquis's mansion to file a complaint and ask the young Marquis to uphold justice. Hmm, she would make up a lie then, and that would definitely work... Bailing mentally calculated how to protect herself and how to take revenge on Zhang Yang; Zhang Yang was also calculating. This bitch, though cowardly, was very cunning. He only had one night to completely subdue her; he had to use his killer move! With a thought, Zhang Yang flicked his wrist, the whip lashing the floor again. He then stood proudly, ordering, "Bitch, crawl over here." "You slut, lower yourself! You think your pretty face is so precious?!" The lewd atmosphere stimulated Qingyin's nature. Her hair flew wildly, she was incredibly excited, and she stepped on Bailing's back, causing her upper body to sink, her nipples rubbing violently against the floor. Bailing endured the humiliation, crying as she crawled to Zhang Yang. Facing the penis covered in another woman's fluids, she felt only horror and ugliness. She wanted to bite it, but dared not resist in the slightest. "Fourth Young Master, you're such a good man, please spare me, please... I beg you, I'll never..." *Slap!* Three loud slaps made the erotic space even more lewd. Zhang Yang grabbed Bailing by the hair, lifted her up, and roared, "You slut, you dare pretend to be chaste in front of me! Qingyin, begin the torture!" “Yes, Master, giggle…” Qingyin picked up Bailing and leaped into the prepared “torture chamber.” A moment later, in the special room, Bailing was naked, suspended by iron chains in the center of the torture chamber. Zhang Yang flew forward, his dark lust erupting, and his penis suddenly shot out a dazzling red light. “Ugh… Fourth Young Master, spare me, this servant will never… ah… dare not again!” "Bailing has really learned her lesson. Not only does she actively lick and suck the glans, but she also throws a shy, timid look at him. Her smooth tongue roams around the shaft, and her eager flattery has indeed quelled some of Zhang Yang's anger. Bailing steals a glance, then serves him even more attentively. Zhang Yang casually sways his hips, the increasingly intense pleasure not clouding his judgment. How could his prey not see through his obsequiousness? While enjoying the pretty maid's small mouth, he curses inwardly, "Damn her! She thinks I'm a fool? Hehe, just wait for despair, you bitch!" The tightness and warmth of Bailing's throat feel like a fleshy cave in his lower body, not to mention the entanglement of her fragrant tongue, the pleasure is extremely intense. A few minutes later, Zhang Yang's spine goes numb, and his testicles suddenly swell. "Uh!" A surge of pleasure erupted from between Zhang Yang's teeth, his semen gushing towards the glans. Just then, he suddenly pulled back, withdrawing his penis from Bai Ling's mouth. The next instant, a stream of milky white liquid shot through the air, splattering all over Bai Ling's body, especially her cleavage and lower abdomen, which were covered in semen and genital marks. "Ah!" Bai Ling froze for a second, then her face contorted in shock, her chains rattling loudly. Qing Yin, already impatient, immediately stepped forward and cursed, "What's your name? Don't you know your master's semen is precious? You lowly bitch!" "Hehe... Xiao Yin, well said." Zhang Yang affectionately hugged Qing Yin, deliberately provoking her, "Xiao Yin, you're a slave girl, she's just a bitch, of course she's not as obedient as you, haha... Look, how ugly her nipples are." "Hehe... She's ugly all over, dirtier than a bitch." Suddenly, Xiao Yin grabbed the iron chain and pulled Bai Ling's naked body, suspended in mid-air, in front of a large bronze mirror as tall as a person. Half-jokingly, she said with disgust, "You bitch, look at yourself! How disgusting! You still want to be vain? What kind of person are you to be a servant of the Marquis's mansion!" The bronze mirror reflected Bai Ling's twisted body and clearly showed the semen flowing from her. Shame and indignation filled Qing Yin with shame, and she tightly closed her eyes, but the mark of humiliation was already etched into her heart. Zhang Yang wasn't satisfied. He thrust his penis forward, slowly moving it against the beautiful girl's cheek for a few seconds before stopping at her nipple. He then smiled smugly, delivering a fatal blow to Bai Ling. "Bailing, you're still thinking about climbing the social ladder? Let me tell you, Zhao Guangyi never intended to marry you. He just wants to play with you, like a prostitute in a brothel." "No, no, don't try to fool me!" The psychological battle between the lamb and the wolf ended in the lamb's complete defeat. Bai Ling's previous feigned flattery was completely meaningless. Greatly provoked, she instinctively cursed, "Zhang Yang, I will never like you, you piece of trash, you useless piece of trash!" "Trash? You call me trash?" Zhang Yang laughed, a genuine laugh. The shadow that had vanished could no longer provoke him. "You bitch, you don't believe me, do you? Fine, I'm in a good mood today. I'll let you see my private letters." Zhang Silang's hand trembled, and Zhao Guangyi's letter of severance, or rather, a letter of condemnation, floated to Bai Ling's eyes. Qingyin kindly read it aloud for Bai Ling, concluding, "Did you hear that? Zhao Guangyi said that if you dare to talk nonsense again and ruin his reputation, he will be ruthless towards you, hehe... The frivolous woman mentioned in this letter refers to you." “No…it’s impossible, you’re lying to me, sob…” Bailing tried to deceive herself, but Zhang Yang pressed her face against the letter, saying wickedly, “Bailing, the old lady praised you for being clever and quick-witted, with a photographic memory. You wouldn’t not recognize the young marquis’s handwriting, would you? There’s even the marquis’s seal on it.” Before Bailing’s tears could fall, Zhang Yang added insult to injury, deliberately showing disgust, “I see you’ve been used by Zhao Guangyi and are now a ruined woman, covered in filth. Xiaoyin, clean her up.”With a flash, Qingyin swiftly leaped back and forth, then poured a large bucket of ice water over Bailing. The icy water was biting, but Bailing felt little, her eyes blankly staring at the water-soaked letter. An opportunity had arrived! Zhang Yang's heart leaped with joy, and he suddenly bit down hard on Bailing's nipple. The bite was forceful, yet measured, causing a slight pain before the nipple quickly hardened. Qingyin also saw an opportunity, moving between Bailing's legs and, mimicking her master's usual actions, playing with Bailing's vulva. Strictly speaking, neither Zhang Yang nor Qingyin were skilled, but a virgin's body was less resistant. After a quarter of an hour, the dazed Bailing began to writhe, moaning softly. Zhang Yang and Qingyin exchanged triumphant glances, but just as Bailing was about to scream, they both simultaneously retreated. "Ah...no, don't..." Bai Ling's body swayed back and forth, three feet off the ground, her very soul seemingly suspended in mid-air. First, her heart felt utterly empty, then her womb was filled with an intense, unbearable itch. Zhang Yang and Xiao Yin quietly switched positions. He rubbed Bai Ling's trembling labia and chuckled wickedly, "Bai Ling, would you like to be my bitch? Think about it, I'm your only support now." If it weren't for the word "bitch," Bai Ling would have immediately thrown herself into the arms of the now-cured Fourth Young Master. At this moment, she was panting heavily, looking at Zhang Yang blankly, a hint of reserve still in her eyes. Zhang Yang could see right through his prey's thoughts. He smiled coldly, then suddenly thrust forward, his penis unexpectedly penetrating the pretty maid's virginity. "Ah!" Bai Ling was numb with despair, but regained sensation with Zhang Yang's penis. With a scream, her virgin blood gushed out, and Zhang Yang had taken the girl's virginity. He thrust in again, inserting the remaining portion of his penis, the erect glans slamming open Bai Ling's uterus. A series of screams erupted from Bai Ling's mouth; the tearing pain plunged her body and soul into an abyss of despair. "Bai Ling, does it hurt? This is your virgin blood. From now on, our old scores are even." Zhang Yang smeared his finger with blood, leaving a graffiti-like mark on Bai Ling's lower abdomen, then lewdly murmured, "Now, let's create new grudges, hehe..." With each thrust and withdrawal, each movement caused Bai Ling to convulse in agony, her breasts heaving. Bai Ling's hatred for Zhang Yang intensified, but she no longer felt any contempt; only endless fear gripped her soul. "Plop, plop..." After the first impact, the most beautiful sounds in the world continued. Although Zhang Yang didn't thrust wildly, the blood from his virginity still stained their groins. Bai Ling's vaginal opening contracted to its limit, tightly gripping the hot penis. Zhang Yang's testicles throbbed with pleasure, while Bai Ling cried like a cuckoo weeping blood. Besides grief, curses, and pleas, there was also a trace of resentment. "Why did you have to be so violent, you heartless bastard? It hurts so much, ah... it's... it's broken!" Bai Ling's pretty features were distorted. Just when she thought she was going to be fucked to death, Qing Yin grabbed her breasts and suddenly kissed her screaming lips. In the same second, Zhang Yang grabbed the iron chain with both hands and pulled wildly, the frequency of the glans penis hitting the girl's uterus suddenly increased several times. "Ugh..." The soaring pain flowed through Bai Ling's body, but her screams were blocked by Qing Yin. After losing her only way to release the pain, she became more and more miserable. "Mmm..." Half an hour passed, and no matter how Bailing struggled, Zhang Yang's thrusting remained swift and ruthless, and Qingyin's kisses were particularly forceful. She was going to die, she was definitely going to die! Ah... Bailing's mind began to spin, her body, which had been flushed and paled, began to feel lighter. When the pain exploded like a bomb in her heart, she suddenly felt no more intense pain; a tingling sensation had somehow spread through her womb. Chapter Seven: Dark Conquest An hour passed, and Qingyin had already parted her lips and tongue, but Bailing's tongue followed suit; Zhang Yang smiled coldly, slowing the speed of his penetration. Hmm, it's so itchy, why does that damned Zhang Yang always miss the spot? Ah... he missed again! After his penis missed its target several times, Bailing felt a surge of heat in her throat and involuntarily shifted her waist slightly. "Snap!" The sound of flesh colliding suddenly became much louder. Because of the adjusted position, Zhang Yang's thrust went straight into Bai Ling's womb, hitting the most itchy spot. "Ah..." A confused moan escaped from between Bai Ling's and Qing Yin's lips. The pleasure of hitting the sore spot was incredibly intense. Bai Ling's limbs tightened, and her body swayed in the air. Amidst the rattling of the chains, the pretty maidservant, for the first time, took the initiative to accommodate him, swallowing the Fourth Young Master's entire penis. A triumphant smile flashed on Zhang Yang's lips. He clenched his teeth, suppressing the urge to ejaculate, then grabbed Bai Ling's legs and, at the moment the girl needed him, resumed his fierce thrusting. "Bai Ling, am I still a waste?" "No, no, ah... Fourth Young Master!" Bai Ling felt her whole body immersed in a wave of heat, her body floating again, but not in pain, but in a bone-deep tingling, as if she had been burned to ashes by the fire of desire. "You slut, now you realize how good I am, haha... Tell me, what is this thing?" Wildness and pride filled Zhang Yang's heart. He suddenly pulled out his penis, pressing the glans against her labia, but no longer inserting it. "Give... give it to me, Fourth Young Master, give... this servant." Bai Ling tried her best, but her labia could only hold half of the glans, making her flower path feel even more empty. "Slap!" Qing Yin slapped Bai Ling lightly, scolding her seriously, "Bitch, you must answer your master's questions." Humiliation spread from the handprint, and tears welled up again on Bai Ling's dried tear tracks. Zhang Yang leaned down, his hot tongue licking away Bai Ling's tears, then straightened up, his penis gently and slowly grinding against her clitoris. "Bailing, say it, you're mine now, say it, and I'll make you happy." "I... ah!" Bai Ling hesitated for only a second before Qing Yin slapped her face again. The wicked young man and the female slave, one soft and one hard, relentlessly ravaged the pretty maid's mind and body. When Qingyin raised her hand for the third time, Bailing, whose private parts were utterly empty, hurriedly screamed, "A penis! It's a penis!" "Haha... Correct answer, reward!" With a slap, the glans pushed and squeezed into the girl's flesh cave, squeezing out a wave of lust. "Ah oh..." The long-awaited feeling of fullness made Bailing's nipples swell, and her lower body swelled to its limit along with her flower path. Her jade face bloomed like a flower, and her lower body couldn't wait to thrust backward, using her womb to "bite" the root of Zhang Yang's desire. "Bailing, what is my penis doing?" "It's inserting... me, ah... Fourth Young Master is inserting into this servant." Once she lost all sense of shame, Bailing's intelligence immediately came in handy, and she immediately cried out, "This servant loves Fourth Young Master's big penis so much, ah... good young master, insert into this servant quickly, harder..." Intelligence isn't always a good thing, especially when it's too much. Her jade hand slapped Bailing's cheek hard again. "You slut, you bitch, what right do you have to let your master insert into you, ptooey!" "Waaah... yes, this servant... this bitch knows her mistake, Sister Xiaoyin, spare me." Under the combination of soft and hard tactics, Bailing shed tears of humiliation and fear. She was not only seduced by Zhang Yang's soft skills, but also succumbed to Xiaoyin's violence. "Slap, slap..." Zhang Yang increased the force of his thrusts, secretly gloating. The techniques written in the manual were actually effective; he had actually subdued this vain little bitch. Hehe... "Bailing, are you a bitch? Tell me, are you a bitch?" Zhang Yang's roar was incredibly domineering, and the iron chain also suffered collateral damage, trembling terrifiedly, as if it were about to break. "Ah... Fourth Young Master, gently... gently, ah... ooh..." Pain permeated Bailing's private parts, while her dizzy mind was filled only with tingling pleasure. The faster Zhang Yang thrust, the more lustful fluid gushed from her flower path, and the more confused her mind became. One hundred times, two hundred times... Bailing sometimes cried and begged, sometimes shouted loudly, and sometimes breathed her last. Finally, her pride, self-esteem, and even vanity all vanished in the impact, leaving only Zhang Yang's commands echoing in her mind. "Ah... Master, I'm a bitch, Master's bitch, woof, woof..." "Uh..." A man's muffled groan appeared. A beautiful female dog was not something an ordinary man could enjoy. Although Zhang Yang was an evil weapon, he was also excited and his whole body went numb. His testicles swelled, and his long-suppressed semen shot out. The moment the semen hit Bai Ling's flower core, her barking immediately turned into a wildly satisfied scream. Bai Ling cried again, crying in the midst of the blissful ecstasy. After the eternal climax, the waves of lust slowly subsided. With a "pop," Zhang Yang pulled out his penis. Qing Yin tugged on the chain and spun it in the air. Bai Ling immediately switched heads and feet. Without Qing Yin's scolding, she automatically opened her small mouth and cleaned the lustful juices off her master's penis. The last ripple subsided, but Zhang Yang did not immediately put Bai Ling down. He stroked his chin, admiring the beautiful sight of his semen flowing from the girl's honey hole, while rapidly flipping through the secret manual in his mind.Hmm, I feel like something's still missing. What could it be? Human hearts are fickle. Even though Bai Ling has completely submitted at this moment, she might turn on you and retaliate tomorrow. A few seconds later, Zhang Yang's eyes suddenly lit up as he recalled a thrilling scene from a classic manual. "Hehe... Xiao Yin, get me a knife." "Master, are you going to kill her too?" Qing Yin was puzzled, but her movements were swift and decisive. With a flick of her wrist, a long knife flew out of her spiritual energy space. Zhang Yang looked at Qing Yin's ability with envy, while shaking his head and smiling wryly, "Not a big knife, a small one. I want to carve a few words on her butt. Hmm, Xiao Yin, you do it. I'm afraid she won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow, which would ruin everything." Qing Yin blinked, her interest piqued. Under Zhang Yang's command, the knife flashed, leaving an indelible mark of humiliation on the pretty maid's buttocks—"Bitch Number One." Zhang Yang repeated those four words. Half-conscious, Bai Ling felt no pain, but her body trembled involuntarily. "It's over, it's really over! I can never marry the young marquis, or even any man in the world! Waaah..." No, not all men. There was one who reached out an angelic hand to her. "Bailing, come, I'll take you back to the manor." Bai Ling's unfocused eyes looked upwards. In a daze, Zhang Yang radiated a dazzling light, guiding her to crawl towards the light. She lay down at her master's feet, tightly hugging his legs, her cheek rubbing against the insteps of his feet. Zhang Yang was instantly filled with passion and boundless pride; the thrill of conquest lingered in his heart. This is training, this is true submission. Not only the body and mind, but even the subconscious mind is attached to this young master's—penis, hahaha... The lewd aura sank into the depths of the earth at this moment of dawn. Although Qingyin swept away the traces left by last night with her sleeve, Zhang Yang's "glorious" image began to circulate in the evil six paths. Cao Meng, the Lord of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, shifted his gaze from the letter to Huo Lei Zhenren, coldly asking, "Is this all Zhang Yang has done these past few days? Nothing else of value?" "Your Majesty, I saw it with my own eyes; there is no falsehood." Huo Lei Zhenren, having returned to the evil sects, had become a spy, but he was still a master of the Great Void Realm, adding with certainty, "Miao Ji is also secretly monitoring Zhang Yang. She remains inactive, so I haven't made a move. Furthermore, according to my observation, the woman beside Zhang Yang is Qing Ji, who has been resurrected." "Resurrected? Is it just a resemblance?" The Seven Star Palace Master and Lianhua Gongzi simultaneously flashed their eyes. Although cultivators could fly and escape, they could not defy the natural laws of birth, aging, sickness, and death. The matter of Qing Yin made their breathing tighten, revealing a hint of suspicion. Seeing the change in the three men's emotions, Huo Lei Zhenren spoke even more solemnly, "I witnessed Qing Ji's death with my own eyes, and I know that Zi Lei Laoren has preserved her body. Before my lord, I would never dare to utter a single lie." "Hmm, Huo Lei, well done! Today, I promote you to the head of the branch altar, and I will also send the Three Eccentrics of Fenglou to assist you. Go, continue to monitor Zhang Yang, and await my orders at any time." "Your subordinate swears to fulfill his mission and share your lord's burdens!" Huo Lei Zhenren was extremely excited and knelt down to kowtow again. The Three Eccentrics of Fenglou were experts of the same generation as the Lord, and now they were actually under his command. How could he not be thrilled? The Lord of Fengyu waved his sleeve, and all his subordinates withdrew. The Fengyu Hall then fell into silence. Zhang Yang, Xuanling Ding, Qing Ji, the mysterious Miao Ji, and even the elusive Six Paths Saint Lord, what secrets lie behind all this? A mist swirled above the heads of the three evil sect leaders. After a while, the Seven Star Palace Master's cold, beautiful face flashed with light, revealing a hint of chill as she said, "To find out Miao Ji's purpose is easy. We just need to make a move on Zhang Yang, and Miao Ji will definitely react. Then we can find out the reason." "Palace Master Leng's words are excellent. This move can turn the tables and take the initiative. If Miao Ji remains in hiding, we can take the opportunity to capture Zhang Yang, which will also be very beneficial." "Good, let's do it this way!" As Cao Meng, the Lord of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, gave the order, Miao Ji frowned, looking at her disciples and asking, "Did the Holy Lord really say this after receiving the secret report? Did you miss anything?" "Reporting to Valley Master, this disciple heard it clearly. The Six Paths Holy Lord instructed us to continue protecting Zhang Yang. Regardless of whether they are from the righteous or evil sects, if anyone tries to harm him, we must secretly do our best to stop them." Miao Ji's semi-transparent veil fluttered slightly as she involuntarily recalled the day Zhang Yang injured her. Reflecting on her observations over the past few days, she murmured to herself, "This boy no longer possesses the spiritual power of the Xuanling Cauldron. Why is the Six Paths still protecting him? Hmm, what value does a mortal have?" A flash of inspiration appeared in Miao Ji's mind, then vanished into the vast mist. The fleeting feeling was difficult to grasp, but Miao Ji was certain of one fact—Zhang Yang was definitely a treasure, possessing something very special! With this thought in mind, Miao Ji immediately issued a deep order: "Pass on my command! The elders of the valley must immediately come to Yinzhou to meet us. You all continue to carefully monitor the movements of the Wind and Rain Pavilion, without the slightest mistake." In the Zheng Guo Duke's Mansion in Yinzhou City, Zhang Yang inexplicably shivered, goosebumps rising all over his body. “Master, Bailing has found out that the old lady is alright, just very sleepy. It seems the second young mistress really gave her the calming tea. Also, Bailing has made preparations as you ordered.” Zhang Yang shook his head, forcibly erasing the ominous premonition that arose in his mind, then waved his hand and said, “Xiaoyin, proceed according to plan, go!” “Okay, Grandmother Xiu!” Unconsciously, Xiaoyin had already memorized her master’s bandit “slang” and cheered, becoming the vanguard. According to Zhang Yang’s plan, Bailing doubled the dosage of the second young mistress’s calming tea, sending the old lady into a deep sleep. She then used the excuse that the old lady needed quiet rest to transfer all the guards protecting the inner courtyard to the outer courtyard, thus making the inner courtyard a particularly quiet space. Finally, Bailing opened the side gate, welcoming her master Zhang Yang with a charming smile. "Haha... Bailing, well done, you'll be rewarded tonight." Zhang Yang pinched Bailing's breast hard, then puffed out his chest and headed towards his second sister-in-law's bedroom. The scene flashed, and Zhang Yang pushed open the bedroom door, instantly dumbfounded. Ning Zhiyun wasn't in her room! This dignified beauty hadn't stepped out for over ten days, and now she'd left? Zhang Yang's face darkened, and he asked coldly, "Bailing, did you say something to the second young mistress?" Bailing was now a frightened bird. Although Zhang Yang hadn't yet lost his temper, she was already terrified, her face turning pale, and she knelt down with a thud. “Master, I didn’t tip you off, I really didn’t, please believe me… this bitch.” The beautiful dog’s words trailed off, tears streaming down her face. She then hunched over, her rear end sticking out, crawling before Zhang Yang like a female dog, seductively pleading, “I am Master’s bitch, how could I tip you off? The Second Young Mistress was here half an hour ago, this bitch is absolutely not lying.” “Hmm, I believe you, get up.” Zhang Yang’s icy expression finally softened slightly. Bai Ling secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then licked Zhang Yang’s fingers before rising with a seductive movement. Bai Ling succumbed to the dark, lewd power, but Zhang Yang had no time to appreciate her allure. He waved his hand and said, “Quickly go to the outer courtyard gate and inquire when the Second Young Mistress left and where she went.” In the Rejuvenating Spring Courtyard, exotic flowers and rare herbs bloomed everywhere, filling the garden with a sweet fragrance. Amidst the colorful blossoms and leaves, a pair of ethereal sisters, their auras similar, appeared and disappeared. "Zhiqian, it's so good to have you come to see your sister!" Ning Zhiyun was so excited that she lost her usual gentleness and grabbed her younger sister's wrist tightly, as if she had found a savior. Like her dignified and elegant sister, Ning Zhiqian had a full face and graceful movements. However, her beautiful eyes, which were a few years younger, were even brighter, occasionally flashing with a playful glint. She gently placed her other hand on the back of her sister's hand, her voice full of hidden meaning, and asked softly, "Sister, your pulse is very irregular, and you seem uneasy. You must have encountered something sad. Can you tell me? Zhiqian is willing to seek justice for you." Ning Zhiyun trembled slightly. She knew that her emotional changes could not escape the notice of the Ning family's top medical expert, but how could she possibly say such a shameful thing? Her face flushed slightly as she changed the subject, saying, "Zhiqian, your medical skills have improved so much; I'm quite envious. I'm not having any major problems, just a little lonely. If you stay a few more days, my mood will naturally improve." A glint of suspicion flashed in Ning Zhiqian's eyes. Unwilling to pressure her sister, she sighed inwardly, then lightly lifted her blue skirt, strolling leisurely while softly smiling, "Alright, I'll stay here with you. By the way, I heard Jing Qingtian's plot was exposed and she's fled. Has Zhang Silang's strange illness improved?"Although Ning Zhiyun tried her best to suppress the turmoil in her heart, when the name "Zhang Silang" entered her ears, her tall and voluptuous body still felt as if pricked by needles. She suddenly shrank back and changed the subject again, refusing to mention a single word related to Zhang Yang. The news quickly reached Zhang Yang's ears, causing his expression to change drastically. The Ning family had arrived! Ning Zhixian had arrived! Ah! "Master, is that Miss Ning very ugly? Why do you look so worried?" Qingyin sighed loudly along with her master, but how could the innocent and naive Qingyin understand the complexity of her master's heart? Zhang Yang forced a smile, but couldn't even manage a fake one. He casually remarked, "Hmm, she's ugly, and also—venomous!" "Venomous? Master, is she a vicious woman?" Qingyin was filled with curiosity, but Zhang Yang didn't want Ning Zhixian's image to linger in his mind. He waved his hand hastily, saying, "Let's go back to Qingxin Villa first. No, no, I'm not going back there. I'm going to rest at Second Aunt's for a couple of days. Xiaoyin, you stay in Bailing Room. If Ning Zhixian looks for me, just say I went out sightseeing. Remember that!" Upon hearing Ning Zhixian's name, Zhang Yang immediately fled, leaving Qingyin standing there dumbfounded, her entire being etched with question marks and exclamation points. She blinked her innocent, beautiful eyes, then grabbed the trembling Bailing and uttered the most lewd words in the most charming tone: "Bitch, tell me, what kind of person is Ning Zhixian?" Bailing trembled, the humiliation brand on her buttocks throbbing faintly. Under Qingyin's unconscious lewd power, she repli

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