Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River 1-2

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Since the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the Yuan rulers were brutal and the people suffered greatly, eventually leading to the Red Turban Rebellion. Zhu Yuanzhang
seized the opportunity of this historical trend and rose up to establish the Ming Dynasty, which lasted for 276 years. This marked the beginning of a golden age for China after
the Han and Tang It was a powerful and
dignified dynasty, free from the maternal relatives of the Han, the regional warlords of the Tang, and the tribute payments of the Song. It was known as "The emperor guards the gates of the country, and the monarch dies for the state."

After several prosperous periods, the dynasty passed to the Jiajing Emperor. However, the emperor was obsessed with alchemy and immortality, neglecting state affairs,
which led to the decline of the country. Internally, the treacherous minister Yan Song and his son held power, while externally, the Later Jin were eyeing the Shanhaiguan Pass, and
Japanese pirates repeatedly invaded the Fujian coast. Meanwhile, the martial world was in turmoil. Notorious bandits roamed the land, committing rape and plunder;
gangs robbing and plundering; and even the most reputable sects were preoccupied with intrigue and deceit. All sorts of ugly faces
rose and fell, leaving only the countless common people to suffer. Then, in an unknown year and month,
a pair of celestial maidens descended from the legendary Wushan Mountain. They fought corrupt officials, dealt with treacherous ministers, subdued bandits, and drove out Japanese pirates… accomplishing
a series of righteous and beautiful deeds. Grateful for the maidens' sacrifices, the kind people affectionately called her "Luoshen Ji" (Goddess of the Luo River),
and built a magnificent shrine to her on Wushan Mountain, housing a meticulously crafted white marble statue of the goddess, so that people
could remember and venerate her unparalleled beauty.

A storm brewed in the martial world as the Goddess of Wushan appeared .

One year during the Jiajing era, on the Double Ninth Festival, at midnight…

Rumors suddenly spread throughout the martial arts world that the current leader of the martial arts alliance, Duan Wufeng, had died a violent death. The news sent ripples through the long-
calm martial arts world like a stone thrown into a still pond, alarming even the imperial court, which immediately ordered the Eastern Depot and
the Imperial Guards to investigate.

Later, according to the account of a second-generation disciple of the Gangfeng Sect who returned alive: On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, Duan Wufeng, the leader of the martial arts alliance and the head of the Gangfeng Sect, went to negotiate with Nurhaci Zhamushu, the envoy of the Later Jin, at the Chunfeng Shibali Inn in Jiangnan,

regarding a matter of great importance concerning the fate of the martial arts world and the future of the nation. The Later Jin envoy stated that the current Central Plains dynasty was nearing its end and hoped that Duan Wufeng, as the leader of the martial arts alliance, would be pragmatic and cooperate with them from within and without to achieve great things in the future. He promised to bestow upon Duan the title of Kangping King of the Later Jin, ensuring him eternal wealth and honor. 　　Upon hearing this, Duan Wufeng, as the leader of the Central Plains martial arts alliance, flew into a rage, declaring that those with different principles should not associate with each other and that they would . He then turned to leave. The Jin envoy, however, seemed completely unfazed, perhaps having anticipated Duan Wufeng's reaction. He remained silent, merely glancing at him coldly with a smile. At this moment, a gloomy man with a shaved head, wooden clogs, and two long swords tucked into his waistband emerged from behind the screen depicting a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix in the inner room. Duan Wufeng, the leader in his forties, was naturally a man of great experience. He watched the man walk out and stand still, his face expressionless, but inwardly he was slightly surprised: "Why does this Japanese pirate dare to swagger into the Central Plains with such deadly weapons? He walks in wooden clogs without making a sound; even I didn't hear him. This person is not friendly." 　　Duan Wufeng's face showed a hint of anger as he said, "You're a Japanese? Very well." Zhamushu, sitting on a wooden chair, said 　　, "Hmph, this is the envoy of . Their Ichito-ryu is a powerful force blessed by the sea god on the high seas. I believe that with our combined strength, we will soon point our swords at the Central Plains and trample Shuntian Prefecture. It's not too late for you to change your mind and join us." 　　Duan Wufeng raised his face and sneered, "What arrogance! How dare you, a barbarian from a cold land and a ronin from the sea, try to seize our Han people's land? You're like an ant trying to shake a tree, courting death! If I remember correctly, that broken-down demon sword, Yagyu the God of Slaughter, whom I injured and drove out of the Central Plains, was your master?" After speaking, he stared sharply at Miyamoto Musashi. 　　Upon hearing this, Miyamoto Musashi spoke in a sarcastic tone in Chinese, saying viciously, "In the land of the rising sun, in the country of Fusang, blessed by Amaterasu, there is a saying: 'The nail that sticks out gets hammered down.' Lord Yagyu's authority does not allow you, a dog from the Central Plains, to have a say. Zhamu-kun, my friend, this man is no longer fit for my use, so wouldn't it be more satisfying to use the blood of the leader of the Central Plains martial arts alliance to consecrate my Chrysanthemum Water Blade?" 　　Zhamu asked, "So?" Miyamoto Musashi 　　suddenly drew his sword and said sharply, "So... he must die!" 　　The Japanese samurai finished speaking and moved, launching a vicious cross-cut attack at Dan Wufeng. Dan Wufeng closed his folding fan and used the Gentle Breeze Step to barely dodge the vicious strike, his figure already two feet away before the Japanese samurai could retract his sword. 　　Miyamoto Musashi also activated the Cherry Blossom Snow Step of the Demon-Slaying Sword Style and quickly closed in: "Hey!" He unleashed a series of extremely domineering sword techniques, each strike deadly and without mercy. Duan Wufeng performed a beautiful somersault and flew outside, already more than ten feet away. Just as Duan Wufeng landed and managed to steady himself, a burst of white smoke appeared around him, and a thick fog instantly enveloped him. Duan Wufeng gathered his inner strength and shouted, "Where are the Seven Heavenly Generals?" 　　"Hehehe~ The trash you brought has been dead for a long time. Go to hell and find them!" Miyamoto Musashi suddenly spat out a red-tongued black snake, about the thickness of a little finger and three inches long, which shot towards Duan Wufeng's neck like an arrow from a crossbow. The red-tongued black snake opened its mouth and bit down. Duan Wufeng suddenly felt a spasm in his muscles from his neck to his whole body, and then he suddenly went numb. He could no longer stand up and collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud. He could no longer sense his inner strength. Then everything went black, he gasped for breath, and never moved again. 　　On a moonlit night, a breeze blew, quickly dispelling the smoke's effects. When the wind died down and the smoke dissipated , no one remained. In the dim moonlight, only a sandalwood folding fan lay on the ground. Sandalwood, though precious, was not rare; the white paper fan, though ordinary, was now priceless. 　　Under the soft moonlight, a lifelike painting of a woman was perfectly rendered on the fan: a beautiful and ethereal fairy, gentle and elegant, with noble bearing and unparalleled beauty. Could this woman be Chang'e, the Moon Goddess, who descended from the Moon Palace? Beside the painting were two lines of poetry written in delicate seal script: "Entwined with your tender feelings, gazing at each other with boundless affection," signed "Luo Yunniang." 　　Could the fairy in the painting truly exist in this mortal world? Even if it exists, you certainly haven't seen it. But if you're a member of the martial arts world and happen to have heard that beautiful story of a couple from twenty years ago, then you'll surely remember— "The northern winds rise, the southern autumn is in full swing, the orchids of Wushan are purple, a tale of love and longing in the martial arts world." Wushan has flowers, including the purple orchid, and right now, the most delicate and noble one is bathing in the Heavenly Pool hot springs of the Luoshen Palace atop Wushan. If flowers couldn't truly speak, then only this one bathing in the Heavenly Pool could be it. 　　"The information you brought back is reliable? Brother Feng's martial arts are superb, and as the leader of the martial arts alliance, he's not someone an ordinary person can handle."

" Hmm?" Luo Yunniang asked unhurriedly.

"Absolutely true, Your Majesty, every word I said is true, I dare not conceal anything." After the man in brocade robes kneeling on the ground
finished speaking, he took a long, lingering look at the swan-like neck and flawless back of Luo Shenji, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, and then
quickly lowered his head to habitually stroke his goatee and listen to her instructions. It turned out that the man kneeling on the ground
was Yin Zhijing, one of the Seven Heavenly Generals. His reputation in the martial arts world was not very good. In his early years, before joining Duan Wufeng's
Gangfeng Sect, he did nothing but steal kisses through windows. If it weren't for Duan Wufeng's life-or-death
friendship with Yin Zhijing's father and his good martial arts skills, he would never have accepted him.

After listening to Yin Zhijing's entire account, the Palace Master of Luoshen Palace did not fully believe him and suddenly asked, "Then
why did you manage to return alive?"

"Well... that night, I happened to be sent by the Alliance Leader to contact the brothers in the sect and to inform other martial arts sects
to take precautions in advance, so I was able to return unharmed to report to you, Palace Master." Yin Zhijing answered nervously
but without stuttering, clearly having prepared various excuses in his mind beforehand.

At this moment, Luo Yunniang opened her slightly closed beautiful eyes. Her face, flushed from the steam of the hot spring water, was exceptionally alluring. On
her snowy breasts, there was a delicate purple orchid,
blooming brilliantly with each breath on her extremely full breasts. Suddenly, Yunniang leaped from the water into the air, her long, shapely legs brought together,
her arms outstretched. Then, the female disciple who had been waiting nearby tossed the palace master's purple gauze bathrobe into the air.
Luo Yunniang twirled in the air like a flower threading through a needle, gracefully putting on the garment. Then
, she landed lightly and gracefully in front of Yin Zhijing. Luo Yunniang's entire set of movements was so fast and quick that it required superb lightness skills
and excellent flexibility to complete so beautifully.

At the summit of Mount Wu, atop the Luoshen Palace, over two hundred feet above sea level, white steam rises gently from the Heavenly Pool,
surrounded by a myriad of exquisite flowers. Reflecting this is the elegant Luoshen Palace Mistress, Luo
Yunniang Strangely, a man kneels before this woman of ethereal beauty. Luo Yunniang's
attire is arousing, yet she arrogantly looks
down at . A gentle breeze from the mountaintop rustles through her clothes. The purple gauze bathrobe, its hem fluttering in the wind, barely
covered Luo Shenji's thighs. On the stunningly beautiful goddess's nine-headed figure, it exuded irresistible
allure . However, the robe seemed too small; not only was the hem prone to revealing too much, but the top
barely covered the upper half of Luo Shenji's breasts. Even the alluring purple orchid on her right breast was partially
exposed This truly troubled the already lecherous Yin Zhijing.

The man's head was pressed against the ground, his face flushed, his fingers gripping the grass tightly as if he were desperately
enduring something. Seeing Yin Zhijing's fearful look, Luo Yunniang sighed softly, "Fine, you may stand up
and speak."

Hearing the palace master tell him to stand up and speak, Yin Zhijing stopped kneeling and stood up straight. But suddenly
, as if he remembered something, he covered his crotch with his hands and quickly bent over again. He could only look down at Luo Shenji's perfectly proportioned
white jade legs. At this moment, he saw that the palace master's one leg was standing straight, and the other leg was slightly bent with the heel slightly
raised and the toes touching the ground. He couldn't help but swallow hard, but his dead fish eyes seemed
unable to move even a fraction of an inch.

Luo Yunniang was wondering why Yin Zhijing was acting so awkwardly today when a gentle breeze swept by,
passing through the hem of his bathrobe, across the gap between his thighs, and into his bulging cleavage, touching his two sensitive
areas. Yunniang then realized that her attire in front of this man was extremely inappropriate, and understood
why Yin Zhijing's posture was so strange. She naturally glanced at the man's crotch and saw that Yin Zhijing's crotch
already had a high bulge, which he couldn't even cover with his hands. Yunniang wanted to laugh but was also embarrassed and angry:
"This damned lecher! It's all because I was too anxious about Feng Ge's whereabouts that I rushed out of the bath."

At the same time, Yunniang was also slightly annoyed with the female disciple who handed her the bathrobe.
Of all times, she had given her such a small garment. But at this moment, the noble Luo Shen Palace Master was really wrong about the female disciple. Who could blame her for having such a slender and voluptuous figure
? Her curves were impossible to conceal, and her cleavage was revealed through the tight-fitting purple robe.

In the gentle breeze, the Palace Mistress of Luoshen Palace crossed her arms over her chest, protecting her upper body. One slender finger seemed to be covering
her embarrassment by pressing against her smooth, lustrous chin, and her legs were pressed even tighter together. Little did she know that this only made her figure appear more
sexy and alluring.

The woman stood tall, fiery, and sexy, while the man, clutching his crotch, bent over in an awkward yet pleasurable manner. Even
the palace maids of Luoshen Palace, who were not far away, covered their mouths and stifled their laughter, but were quickly silenced by a glare from the sensitive Palace Mistress's almond-shaped eyes. They could
only stick out their tongues and dutifully stand guard around her.

Luo Yunniang rested her chin on her slender fingers, her mind racing. She sensed that Yin Zhijing wasn't as obedient as he appeared.
Recalling his past misdeeds, and now that he was feasting her eyes on him, he was truly despicable.

With that thought, she coldly said to the seemingly respectful Yin Zhijing, "You may leave."

Upon hearing this, Yin Zhijing dared not stand before the unpredictable Palace Master and retreat like a grown man
. He could only continue clutching his engorged crotch and reply, "Yes, Palace Master, I will take my
leave." After saying this, he slowly retreated down the Heavenly Pool.

Luo Yunniang finally let out a sigh of relief, shook her head, and gracefully led her maids and disciples back to
the Divine Palace. Yin Zhijing couldn't help but look up at the departing figure of Luo Shenji, the Palace Mistress. Because
he was lower than Luo Yunniang and bent over, he saw a sight he had never seen before in his life. As
Luo Shenji turned to walk towards the palace, a third of her snow-white buttocks were
exposed . Yin Zhijing's breath caught in his throat. What round, perky, and enormous buttocks! Most importantly, he saw
the delicate, wet vulva between Luo Shenji's buttocks, playfully peeking out with her steps, seemingly opening and closing as if breathing
fresh air.

Yin Zhijing's eyesight was perfect; he saw it clearly.
Between was a swollen, full vulva—yes, that was a vulva. Based on his years of experience in the world of women,
he determined it was definitely the famous "Spring Water Vulva."

Yin Zhijing stared intently, not even daring to blink; but wasn't the road endless? Luo Yunniang
had already entered the side gate of the palace, and then, pushed by the palace maids, the Vermilion Bird Gate slowly closed.

Two goddesses descend from Wushan, seeking their husbands only to suffer humiliation. In the magnificent main hall of

the Goddess Palace of Wushan

, the Goddess Palace Master, Luo Shenji, dressed in a purple martial arts outfit,
sat . Her long, black hair was tied back with a purple headband, and the purple outfit accentuated Yunniang's voluptuous
figure. A faint sorrow appeared between Yunniang's brows; she wondered if her decision, made after a night of contemplation, was inappropriate.
Today, she had summoned her four female disciples to discuss her decision to descend the mountain alone to rescue her husband.

On a white chair made of snow fox fur, Luo Yunniang lazily inquired of her four most beloved
female disciples eldest disciple Bai Mudan, her second disciple Zhen Haitang, and her third disciples, the sisters Yu Linglong and Yu Ruyi. All four
knelt before Luo Yunniang. The eldest disciple, Bai Mudan, though the most intelligent, spoke with concern, "Palace Master, the court
is corrupt, and the hearts of people in the martial world are no longer pure. Given your reputation and beauty, it is highly inappropriate for you to descend the mountain alone."

Luo Yunniang merely smiled, appearing confident and composed. "Peony, you don't need to worry too much. I have my own
plans . You'll have to take good care of things while I'm away." Without waiting for the women's reply, she flew away...

On the ancient Tea Horse Road, a purple figure flashed by. The purple shadow and the maroon steed clearly indicated
the owner's extraordinary nature. Luo Yunniang, the Palace Mistress of Luoshen Palace, was elegant and poised. With a soft shout, the steed came to a sudden stop.
Yunniang glanced at the [Jiangnan Spring Breeze Eighteen Mile Inn], and with a swift movement, dismounted and walked straight into the inn.

It was lunchtime, and the inn was packed with diners. Luo Yunniang's arrival seemed to brighten the entire hall, and
the previously noisy inn suddenly fell silent as if under a spell. The martial arts practitioners all
stared intently at Luo Yunniang. Luo Yunniang, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit beneath a sandalwood-purple silk cape and tasseled cloak, stood at
the doorway. Her beauty was breathtaking, radiant like the rising sun; as she approached, she shone like the bright moon spreading its light; her eyes sparkled,
yet her face betrayed no emotion.

The waiter found it hard to breathe: "Miss… oh no, fairy, are you here for a meal or to stay the night?"

"Neither for a meal nor to stay the night." Yunniang's purpose was not that.

The waiter had no choice but to ask again, "Well..."

Luo Yunniang's beautiful eyes lit up as she said crisply, "Waiter, to be honest, my husband
left a personal item at your shop the other day, and he sent me here today to retrieve it."

The diners inside started to jeer. A pedantic scholar, emboldened by alcohol, muttered, "What a pity, what a pity
... In the prime of youth, a young lady is already married. Truly, gold is easy to obtain, but a beautiful woman is hard to find!"
He then raised his cup to Yunniang, his frivolous manner hardly befitting a scholar.

Suddenly, the pedantic scholar was slapped on the back of the head, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground. The wine,
dishes, and vinegar on the table splattered all over him like a scene from a temple fair, leaving him quite disheveled. Everyone burst into laughter at the sight.

It turned out that the man who had hit him was a burly, bearded man carrying a large gold-ringed dagger. He kicked the scholar away and grumbled ,
"Damn it! A poor scholar like you, staying home playing with his wife, comes here to spout nonsense in front of my beautiful lady. It's
utterly annoying! Get lost! Now..."

After chasing the scholar away, the burly man strode up to Yunniang. Compared to her, he looked like a gorilla from the mountain
, but Yunniang didn't seem afraid of him. The burly man grinned, "Beautiful lady, before I became a bodyguard
, I was a constable. When it comes to finding things, I'm the best!"

Yunniang had come down the mountain to take care of important business and didn't want to get entangled with irrelevant people, so she bowed slightly
and turned to the waiter, saying, "Please, sir, lead me to the Hibiscus Pavilion."

Now the waiter could finally see Yunniang's stunning beauty beneath her turban. He gasped and stammered, "..."
"Oh...good, so your husband's belongings were left at Furong Pavilion!"

Yunniang smiled, "Indeed."

The bearded man with the golden knife was almost dumbfounded, turning around and calling out, "Brothers, what are you drinking for? This
woman is stunningly beautiful." A group of people crowded around, exclaiming in amazement, like they were visiting the Grand View Garden for the first time
. When the bearded man heard Yunniang ask the waiter for directions, he immediately became anxious, "Young lady, this place
is full of all sorts people, this guy won't do. I'll clear the way for you, hehe!" He then pushed through the crowd
, gesturing for her, "Beautiful lady, please, Furong Pavilion is a wonderful place!"

Yunniang understood their behavior, her brows furrowing slightly. She flicked her cloak and quickly
went upstairs. Watching Yunniang's graceful figure, the bearded man smacked his lips. "Well, looks like this woman knows
martial arts , what a clever one!" He turned around and clasped his hands in a fist salute. "Hehe, everyone, stop staring. According to the rules of the martial world, this round is
mine!" The crowd couldn't help but look indignant. "Hey, you big golden retriever,
what are you so smug about? Look at this woman's ass, it's bigger than a goddess's. If you can't handle it, hurry up and come down here. The brothers are all waiting!"
Hahaha ... The crowd burst into laughter again. The bearded man ignored their teasing and ran upstairs.

Upstairs in the inn, behind a screen, lay a dimly lit corridor bathed in peach-pink light, with
four-cornered lanterns hanging from the ceiling. On either side of the corridor were elegant rooms. Yunniang moved with unhurried, measured steps.
Having weathered over twenty years of trials and tribulations in the martial world, she was no longer a naive girl. No matter where she was, she remained calm and
composed, adapting to any situation. Before descending the mountain, Yunniang already knew that her beloved had been
murdered by the Jin Tatars and Japanese, but she didn't know Feng's fate. However, she firmly believed that Duan Wufeng was still alive and that he harbored an unusual
conspiracy—daring to challenge the leader of the martial arts alliance in the Central Plains! Therefore, she decided to descend the mountain alone to investigate everything without
any help, even leaving behind her two close attendants, the sisters Yu Linglong and Yu Ruyi
.

Looking at the corridor before her, Yunniang felt a strange sensation. Upon closer inspection, the decor
resembled that of the Central Plains, yet the colors, materials, and subtle details were distinctly different. A chill ran through her, and she
realized why she felt something was amiss—it was the style of the Japanese.

A soft sound came from behind her, but without turning her head, Yunniang leaped forward, twisting in mid-air and
flicking her wrist, sending several purple-gold petals flying… The person behind her fell to the ground with a thud. Yunniang's beautiful eyes widened; it was the person who had followed her…
Fortunately, Yunniang didn't kill the burly, bearded man who had arrived. She leaped forward and tapped his chest with two fingers.
The man broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't move. He felt himself being carried upstairs, then a fragrant breeze swept past him, and he collapsed.

"Little lady, not bad... you got me so quickly. Wait... don't step on my head!"

The burly man was puzzled as to why the beauty before him had attacked without a word, and with such ferocity.
Yunniang pressed one of her slender feet against the man's neck: "Why are there Japanese here?"

"Wh...what Japanese? Please be gentle, lady..." the burly man begged for mercy.

Yunniang fell silent, sensing the gravity of the situation exceeding her expectations. She pressed down hard with her toes
…

“Ouch… please, heroine… I only know they are seafarers who drifted from Japan, saying they
do business here. I’ve been a few times, and it’s quite an experience!” The burly man’s forehead was covered in cold sweat
…

“What kind of business?” Yunniang’s almond-shaped eyes narrowed, a chilling aura emanating from her.

This time, the burly man was genuinely afraid. “Who is this woman? Damn it, I’ve met my match today
!”

The burly man told Yunniang that the Japanese here ran a business selling women, prostitution. He was quite adept
at it , with a membership system; even with money, ordinary people couldn’t participate—you needed status and
an invitation.

The Palace Mistress of Luoshenji, with her icy demeanor, smiled gently, a smile that warmed the burly man’s heart.
She asked, “Is that so? Then why did you and I get here so easily? Are you of high status?”

The burly man stammered, speechless. "

Hmph, I suppose someone already knew I was coming. What kind of demons and
monsters are they hiding and afraid to show their faces? I'll just raze this place to the ground today," Yunniang said coldly.

"Heroine, do you have a grudge against the Japanese? Didn't you come here to find what your husband left behind?" the burly man asked suspiciously.

"My husband is the current leader of the martial arts alliance, Duan... Wu... Feng," Yunniang said expressionlessly.

"Ah, then you... you are..." the burly man exclaimed in astonishment, his eyes widening, and tears suddenly streamed down his face.
"Am I dreaming? No wonder... no wonder..."

Yunniang pondered, feeling that she had wasted too much time. She reached out and touched the burly man's chest, ordering, "If you don't want to die
now , lead the way to Furong Pavilion."

Having already witnessed Yunniang's fierceness, the burly man stopped talking nonsense. After his pressure points were released, he struggled to his feet, responded,
and walked ahead of Yunniang.

The two walked one after the other down the corridor, alone. Yunniang found this strange when she heard a soft,
whistling sound, a sound that seemed
to be both weeping and pleading. The burly man in front of her turned around with a sly grin. Yunniang, annoyed, kicked him in the backside. She had recognized the sound; it seemed the man
was right—this place had indeed been turned into a den of debauchery by those damned Japanese. Yunniang resolved to destroy it completely.

They reached the end of the corridor. Suddenly, the burly man became respectful, peeling back a mural and
fiddling with it for a while before stepping aside, watching Yunniang with amusement. Yunniang glared at him, ready to teach him
a lesson, but then the wall creaked open, splitting in two…

Unlike the dim light of the outside corridor, the wall revealed a
significantly The sound from before was now much clearer, for its source was 　　right before Yunniang's eyes
…

In the large room, two men and two women were completely naked. Two voluptuous and curvaceous women were
kneeling side by side on the floor. Behind the woman on the left, a burly man with black hair on his chest was tightly gripping her large buttocks,
violently thrusting into her. Behind the woman on the right, a
skinny moaning and thrusting into the beautiful woman in front of him. A
woman dressed in a dark red Japanese ninja outfit knelt beside the tea table, intently making tea, seemingly oblivious to everything happening around her.

Yunniang was stunned into disbelief. Her breathing quickened, and a blush
rose rapidly from her neck to her ears. The scene before her filled her with shame and indignation. She was ashamed of the shameless lewdness of the people in front of her in broad daylight
, and furious that they were deliberately humiliating her like beasts!

Before Yunniang could speak, the red-clad female ninja in front of the tea table commanded in broken Central Plains dialect, "You may
leave now!"

Yunniang clearly heard the burly man beside her swallow hard. Reluctantly, he replied, "Yes, Lady Rose."
The burly man bowed and retreated, and the wall slowly closed behind him.

The two men who were still engaged in their activities ignored this. At this moment, the red-clad ninja stood up from her knees. She was almost as tall as
Luo Yunniang . Her tight-fitting ninja outfit was extremely revealing. The chest area had a large opening
covered by black mesh, with dark red hard light armor on both sides. Below was a dark red short skirt that didn't reach her thighs, and then
black mesh wrapped around her rounded legs. Finally, she wore a pair of black patent leather boots. Looking at this woman
's strange attire, Yunniang tried to calm herself down and silently recited the Qingping Mantra. At the same time, her whole body tensed up, and she raised her true energy,
ready .

The red-clad female ninja licked her lips, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she looked at Yunniang. "Atop Mount Wu, in the ethereal palace, a peerless
beauty, the Goddess of the Luo River, hehe…today's glimpse reveals her to be truly exquisite."

Yunniang spat, "Shameless."

The female ninja continued her smile, "You seem nervous; it seems you don't yet understand my methods. By the way, let me tell
you, my master is the Yagyu God of Slaughter, the 'Overlord Blade of the East,' the Demon-Slaying One-Sword Style. After arriving in the Central Plains, your people
called me Blood Rose. This black-haired man in front is our Lord Yagyu's friend, Zhamujutsu-kun. And the other one…
hmph…just a withered, lecherous monkey!"

Yunniang listened… Wan actually laughed: "Very well, how dare you beasts lay a finger on the Central Plains! Since you knew
I was coming, then prepare to die!"

Yunniang prepared to strike first. She knew that Feng Ge had been framed and harmed by the two ugly men in front of her,
so Yunniang's delicate body sprang towards the two men. Suddenly, a flash of red light appeared before her eyes, and Blood Rose had already
closed in on Yunniang's path: "Is even killing so beautiful, Goddess? Rose really likes
you more and more the more she looks at you, hehe..."

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of blows. Blood Rose's skills were definitely not as good as Luo Yunniang's, but she was definitely not easy to defeat.
Fu, while pestering Yunniang, uttered frivolous and provocative words. Yunniang focused on the battle, only wanting to quickly defeat this
woman. In a flash, Yunniang seized an opening and struck Xue Qiangwei in the back with a palm, sending her flying into the air. However,
Yunniang did not hear the expected sound of her landing. Instead, she watched as Xue Qiangwei's body flashed red light and disappeared into the wall.

"Japanese ninjutsu is indeed formidable, hmph... but before me, it's nothing but child's play."
Yunniang activated her true energy, spinning rapidly on one toe, and shouted, "Luoshui Love Flower, bloom..."

As Luo Shenji spun, the surrounding air rippled dramatically, moving even without wind;
the turban on the goddess's head and the cloak on her body fluttered wildly. At this moment, Yunniang was as graceful as a startled swan and as lithe as a swimming dragon. The men who
were doing those shameful things stopped in their tracks, wide-eyed in amazement as they watched Yunniang display her exquisite
martial arts. In the instant the cloak parted, Yunniang swiftly unleashed eighteen purple-gold petals,
shooting them towards various tricky angles.

Suddenly, a cloud of blood mist burst from the ceiling. With a muffled groan, Blood Rose plummeted to the ground
, shattering the exquisite little tea table into pieces. The once lavishly decorated room
was now a mess, its furnishings destroyed after a gust of fragrant wind.

Blood Rose knelt on one knee, clutching her chest, her eyes filled with venom as she glared at Yunniang: "It's been so long
since anyone has been able to hurt me. My beloved goddess, I will certainly treat you well," Blood Rose said,
licking the blood from the corner of her mouth with her bright red tongue. Then she let out a sly, satisfied laugh. "

Clap clap clap!"

Miyamoto Musashi clapped vigorously. "The goddess is a fairy among flowers, a dragon among waters. Her unparalleled
martial arts just now deeply impressed me."

Luo Yunniang, dressed in a purple outfit, stood in the main hall of the room. Her curvaceous figure was now fully
exposed , her chest rising and falling slightly, clearly indicating that her previous skill had exhausted her. Looking at Yunniang now,
the two men had lost all interest in the two alluring women beside them; their four gazes seemed to pierce through Yunniang.

Nurhaci. Zhamushu said in a deep voice, "Mr. Miyamoto, dealing with this Central Plains vixen doesn't require politeness first
, let me teach her how to serve a man using the principles of the grasslands."

"Zhamushu, my friend, I respect your reasoning, but I have a better way to conquer her,"
Miyamoto said lewdly.

Listening to the shameless boasting of the two men before her, Yunniang frowned slightly, tossed her head, and neatly tied her loose, jet-black
hair into a high bun. "I've heard that the swordsmanship of the Eastern Kingdom is formidable, but I've never experienced it myself.
Today, I'll teach these thieving dogs of the Central Plains some manners." Yunniang's plan was simple and effective: defeat them, then
use the Goddess Palace's aphrodisiac technique to induce them to reveal her husband's whereabouts, and then, together with her husband and various heroes
, completely annihilate them or banish them from the Central Plains forever.

"Exhilarating, wonderful... Goddess, don't forget your lover. Let me tell you, he's not dead,
but now he's worse off than dead, even dogs wouldn't bother with him, hehehe..." Miyamoto sneered arrogantly.

Yunniang's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, but her face remained impassive and inscrutable; however, Miyamoto calmly produced
a fan, a purple sandalwood fan—the fan meant life, the destruction of the fan meant death. These were Duan Wufeng's original words, his
token as the leader of the martial arts alliance, and a love gift that Yunniang had personally made for her husband.

At this moment, Luo Shenji was finally moved and said sharply and urgently, "You treacherous villains, what have you done to Brother Feng? Hand him
over and I'll leave...you...all...corpses!"

Zhamushu suddenly stood up and glared fiercely, "You filthy bitch, my name on the grasslands is Falcon. I really like
prey like you. If you want to know where Duan is, defeat me with your body first, hehe!" After saying that, his ugly thing under his
crotch rapidly swelled in front of Yunniang, and it was more than eight inches long. It was completely black with bulging blue veins
, and the dark red head was the size of an infant's fist, which was quite terrifying... The grassland man, who looked like a bear, swung
his waist with force and smashed a porcelain wine cup with his huge rod, which showed its power. Zhamushu's eyes were filled with
hunger and cruelty. He stared straight at Yunniang's hot body and breathed heavily.

"My friend has a bad temper, and I'm very sorry about what happened to your husband. It seems this folding fan is especially important to you,
Madam . Returning things to their rightful owner is always my principle." Miyamoto finished speaking and
snapped the folding fan open with one hand, then spun it rapidly towards Yunniang.

"A clever trick indeed." Yunniang exclaimed softly, catching the fan steadily with a slender hand. Looking at the poem on
the fan Yunniang's eyes reddened slightly, "Entwined with you, I long to see endless affection~ Brother Feng, you've suffered~" Yunniang
recited emotionally.

Luo Yunniang flicked her hand to put the fan away, but suddenly threw it away again. Could there be fire or electricity on the folding fan?

But even a valuable folding fan is an inanimate object. At this moment, however inanimate, there was a living thing on it.
A black snake with a triangular head was coiled around the fallen folding fan, viciously flicking its terrifying red tongue at Yunniang,
the hissing sound sending chills down one's spine.

"Hehehe... It's called the Lustful Serpent, my little darling. Don't worry, it won't kill you, but... it will
make you very strange, especially... women. If you're poisoned by it, unless you die, you'll be
controlled by its lustful poison for life, turning into a thoroughly lewd bitch..." Miyamoto said excitedly, his face flushed.

"Despicable scoundrel~ I am already immune to all poisons, what can a mere little insect do to me?" Yunniang circulated her
pure true energy, pressing her left hand on the Chize acupoint on her right arm. Two small wounds on her wrist, where the snake had bitten her,
drew two streams of dark blood from her body. Then, Yunniang took out a clean white silk handkerchief from her bosom and quickly
tied it around her wrist, immediately stopping the bleeding.

Could it be that she was completely unaffected?

But appearances arise from the mind; if the mind is disordered, how can a person not be disordered?

Suddenly, Yunniang saw a hallucination: the figures before her multiplied, one becoming two, two becoming four… an endless, overlapping mass…

Yunniang tried to circulate her inner energy again, but felt as if she had suffered a severe illness, her strength failing her. Even the Emei secret technique, the Qingping Mantra,
had no effect. Yunniang's delicate body went limp and she uncontrollably leaned against the jade pillar behind her. She felt as if her body
was on fire , her eyelids heavy with an unbearable weight. The Palace Mistress of Luoshen Palace gripped the jade pillar tightly with her ten jade fingers, desperately trying to stop her sliding
body. Her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. She knew she absolutely could not fall…

If a person's will is as strong as steel, then the venom of the lustful serpent is the molten iron that melts steel
…

Finally, the peerless goddess closed her eyes and never opened them again, for she was exhausted and only wanted
to sleep , so she let her delicate body lean against the jade pillar behind her.

"Mr. Miyamoto, your little snake is truly amazing!!" Zhamuju couldn't help but exclaim in surprise;

"Hehehe... Zhamu-kun, if she doesn't use her internal energy to remove the poison, it will be useless to her, but as soon as she circulates her
energy , the snake venom will be fully activated, using true energy to penetrate through the poisoned person's limbs and bones, reaching the Baihui and Fengchi acupoints.
Unless one undergoes a complete transformation of the body, even a god cannot save them! Hehehehe..."

Amidst Miyamoto Musashi's sharp and eerie laughter, a flash of white smoke left the room empty, leaving only two
terrified naked women huddled in the corner, trembling with wide, astonished eyes...

Listening to the cicadas chirping under the moon, magpies flitting among the flowers, wishing to become intertwined branches, to be together for life.

The wind of the midsummer night, like a maiden's hand, gently pushed open the paper window of the west wing of the Broken Mansion.

The room was filled with an atmosphere of deep affection. The festive red candles flickered brightly, and
a couple sat facing each other beside a jade bed studded with flower petals. The man, with his full forehead and radiant happiness, looked at the woman, graceful
and alluring . The man gently lifted the woman's red veil
with a jade scepter. Her noble face, adorned with delicate makeup and a gentle smile, captivated the man, leaving him speechless.

"Could it be... that even I don't recognize you? Look at you, so silly..." Yunniang covered her face and chuckled softly, calling out,
"Yun'er, you are so good, so beautiful. I thank Heaven for giving you to me." The beauty was like jade, her fragrance filling the
air. How could Wu Feng resist? He put down the jade scepter, picked up two small cups of wine from the table, and the two, each with a cup, smiled at each other, their hands
clasped together as they simultaneously drank the wine. Duan Wufeng, his face flushed, embraced Yunniang tightly,
showering . "Mmm... Fenglang..." Yunniang murmured tenderly.

Even the moon would be moved by this scene. Moonlight streamed in through the window like mercury, flowing onto the jade bed
. The two were now naked. Duan Wufeng's trembling hands tried to grasp the beauty before him, but Yunniang's
plump, pinkish-white breasts were unparalleled. He grasped one, but the other slipped out, the smooth flesh always
squeezing out between his large hands. Duan Wufeng simply lowered his head and suckled, his tongue gently... Sweep; Yunniang writhed her
delicate body ... Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes trembled, sometimes she murmured softly, sometimes she sighed and cried out softly~ Duan Wufeng released his hand
from her jade breasts, which spat out white beads, and took out a delicate soft brush from the bedside. He dipped the brush in wine and carefully and evenly brushed it on Yunniang's
chest and buttocks. "Hey~ Fenglang... where did you get these tricks from? Stop it quickly, hehe..." Yunniang felt
something was wrong and reached out to grab Fenglang's hand to stop him from continuing, but Duan Wufeng smiled wickedly, broke free from Yunniang's hand,
and the fine brush in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, like a snake, constantly brushing on the sensitive spots of Yunniang's body.

"Ugh... Fenglang, I really can't take it anymore, stop messing around!"

Yunniang blushed, rolling her eyes in annoyance, but the Fenglang before her gradually felt unfamiliar. His
eyes, his smile, his laughter, even his hands were different. When "Fenglang" looked up and smiled at her,
she felt a chill run down her spine, instantly waking her up... A

miserable scream...

Yunniang suddenly woke up, and what she saw when she opened her eyes was not her beloved Fenglang, but Miyamoto Musashi, who was holding a
brush and Nurhaci, the steppe bear. Zhamu Technique...

In the dimly lit space made of bluestone, Yunniang was completely naked and bound hand and foot.

"Hehehe... As expected of the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains, Luo Shenji. I have heard of your reputation in Japan."
Miyamoto said with a lewd laugh. Zamuju chimed in, "As expected of a martial arts bitch. Look at those big breasts, that ass
, those legs. You are the flower of the grasslands, but the most lewd, the most beautiful, and the most promiscuous flower. Hahaha..." He finished speaking
and laughed wildly.

Yunniang tried to circulate her internal energy, but her breath was completely gone. She tried to move her hands and feet, but it was all in vain...
At this moment Luo Yunniang was completely naked, her hands bound by strong ropes and suspended from a wooden frame behind her. Her shapely legs
were completely encircled by ropes from her buttocks down, leaving no room for her. Yunniang looked down and saw two small silver bells hanging from the tips of her precious jade breasts
. Between these bells were two silkworm threads as thin as hair, which extended downwards and
intersected between the pubic hair of Yunniang's lower body. Yunniang's huge breasts were tortured and bound from the root by Miyamoto using the Japanese rope binding technique.
The rough ropes constricted Yunniang's tender breast flesh, causing Yunniang's huge breasts to swell to their maximum, with blue veins showing.
The purple orchid on her chest seemed to have bloomed, making her even more alluring. At this moment, Yunniang's breasts trembled and hung on her chest like two ripe papayas
, extremely lewd.

Sensing her owner's struggle, the bell rang merrily, its sound strangely lewd...

"What...what have you done to me?" Yunniang was utterly terrified. Her pure and innocent body,
so carefully guarded, was now exposed without mercy to her mortal enemies. For a moment, Yunniang even considered biting her tongue and committing suicide, but
her unwillingness, her beliefs, and her mission wouldn't allow her to be so weak. Yunniang raised her eyes and glared fiercely at Miyamoto Musashi, enunciating
each word clearly .

"Heh heh...Goddess, can't you see? Oh, right, your breasts are in the way, aren't they
? Haha!"

As he spoke, he maliciously tugged at the thin thread, the two threads tightly gripping Yunniang's nipples at the top and
intersecting at the pink clitoris of her vulva below. Due to the prolonged tight binding, Yunniang's nipples were engorged and stood erect on
her large breasts while her clitoris was also stretched and swollen, turning a deep red, the size of a peanut. With a sudden tug,
Yunniang felt a sharp pain mixed with an unusual tingling sensation all over her body. "Hmm... hiss..." Yunniang
pursed , her whole body covered in a fine sweat.

As her body temperature rose rapidly, the snake venom suddenly took effect. Yunniang felt a tingling,
itchy sensation rushing to her brain, into her breasts, into her lower abdomen, and even into her bloodstream. Her face flushed crimson. "
Hmm ... Ah~ Ah~" Yunniang let out a soft, orchid-like moan, her fists clenched, her legs straightened. She closed her eyes tightly, twisting her snow-white neck
to turn her head to one side, her chest heaving, causing the bells on her breasts to jingle... But this pulled on
the thin threads, stretching her swollen clitoris even further, leaving her nipples and clitoris in a predicament...

"Very good... This is our goddess lady, hehehe..." Miyamoto used a brush dipped in sake to apply it extensively
to the goddess's snow-white neck, large breasts, slender waist, abdomen, and beautiful buttocks, like a chef preparing his
signature ingredients, but the scene looked exceptionally stimulating and erotic.

Yunniang gritted her teeth, silently reciting the Qingping Mantra, not wanting to hear or see... Even though her body was bound by ropes...
Her slender, full body was incredibly supple. Although Yunniang had never given birth, her already mature body was
extremely . Yunniang's body trembled slightly and twisted like a snake.
The sweat mixed with wine on her body glistened under Miyamoto's caresses, making Yunniang's delicate body both alluring and lewd.

Seeing this, Zhamushu could no longer wait. He roared, took off his clothes, and went behind Yunniang
, embracing her from behind. He stretched out his rough, thick tongue and frantically licked Yunniang's snow-white neck. His large hands grabbed Yunniang's tightly bound breasts without any politeness, kneading and squeezing them with just the right
amount of force and skill. Yunniang's body broke out
in rashes. In front of her, that damned Japanese pirate was brushing her, and behind her, a rude and smelly savage was humiliating her. Even the strong-willed Yunniang couldn't help but twitch her
lips , and two clear tears quietly slid down her cheeks. "Fenglang, I'm sorry..." Yunniang was utterly devastated.

But what humiliated her even more was why her body was so uncooperative. The strange sensations grew stronger and stronger.
This kind of sexual toying was an experience she had never had before. The natural instincts and desires of a woman's body were like a spring flood bursting its banks, gradually showing
signs of overflowing.

"Hehe... Luo Shenji, as expected of a slut who practices martial arts, your body is so honest. In our tribe,
honest children always get the most mare's milk wine. Let me give you the best wine!"

Zhamushu's eyes were burning with lust and he was panting heavily. He grabbed Yunniang's cheek and bit her directly. Yunniang
whimpered, "Wuuu..." She kept her lips tightly closed and let the other's stinky tongue lick and tease her, but she refused to give in.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through both nipples. Zhamushu had pinched her erect, swollen nipples, twisting and pulling them relentlessly.
The pulling on her nipples, in turn, aggravated the clitoral hood, causing Yunniang excruciating pain. With a soft cry, Zhamushu seized
the opportunity his tongue slid "slippery" into Yunniang's mouth, like an eel entering water. Zhamushu's tongue fiercely
sucked at Yunniang's saliva, his thick tongue chasing and swirling around hers. Feeling the air in her mouth being
gradually sucked dry by this disgusting man, Yunniang's mind went blank; the Qingping Mantra had lost its effect once more.

Zhamushu forcefully sucked out Yunniang's tongue. It seemed Zhamushu was skilled in this art; he used his lips to hold Yunniang's
tongue pulling and swallowing it repeatedly, thoroughly enjoying himself. Yunniang, powerless, exhaled her tongue, her eyes watering, unable to bear it any longer.

As Miyamoto relentlessly rubbed her sensitive areas, his domineering manipulations
building up Yunniang's pleasure to a certain point. Her chest heaved more frequently, her waist twisted more wildly, and her bound
legs trying to clamp onto something. The sharp-eyed and ruthless Miyamoto chuckled maliciously, suddenly drawing his Chrysanthemum Water Sword and
slashing down precisely, cutting the ropes binding Yunniang's legs.

This was the opportunity Yunniang had been waiting for. Her freed legs tensed instantly. Years of martial arts training had left the
forty- Yunniang's legs slender and without any excess flesh; every inch contained coordinated power. A glint flashed in Yunniang's eyes
, clearing away any murky light. She kicked directly at Miyamoto's
groin his left hand perfectly gripped the base of
her right leg, pressing his thumb against a sensitive acupoint, causing Yunniang's hard-earned power to dissipate
completely.

"Hehehe... Is the Goddess Lady so eager to open her legs to welcome me?" Miyamoto Musashi grabbed
Yunniang's thighs with both hands, lifted her hips, and lowered his
head to suck on the goddess's swollen and sensitive clitoris, which was tied to her like a peanut. He licked and drilled with his tongue, constantly flicking the thin thread tied to it. The stimulation brought by this move caught Yunniang off guard.
Her large breasts were pinched by Zha Mushu, and she fell into his arms. The saliva in his mouth flowed down her chin and
onto It was so lewd. As the most sensitive parts of a woman's body were in the hands of a villain, Yunniang could no longer bear
it. Her lower abdomen trembled, and she felt that even her uterus was about to spasm. A deadly pleasure
burst out from her lower abdomen, went down her tailbone, through her waist and breasts, and straight to her brain. Suddenly, Yunniang tensed up, her legs clamping tightly around
Miyamoto 's head. Her hands flailed wildly as if she were drowning and grasping at a straw. "Ah..." A
long scream rang out, and a stream of milky white fluid gushed from Yunniang's honeypot, spraying directly onto Miyamoto's face. The powerful impact
made it difficult for him to open his eyes. Then, he saw that her large breasts, which were being grabbed and kneaded by Zhamuju,
were oozing slightly white milk. With her body convulsing rhythmically, Yunniang's mind went blank again.
A voice echoed in her head, "I'm finished... Am I... a harlot? But this feeling is really
... ah..."

Yunniang felt another surge of fluid at the entrance of her honeypot, like a floodgate bursting open, gushing out another
torrent of fluid...

"Haha...this slut is so shameless, Mr. Miyamoto, let me fuck her first!" Zhamushu
snatched Yunniang's buttocks from Miyamoto Musashi's hands, straightened her up, and then slowly inserted his
stinking, , using the lubrication of Yunniang's juices...

Yunniang, who had just climaxed several times, was panting heavily, her eyes filled with a watery, seductive light. When Zhamushu's
huge penis was inserted all the way in, Yunniang felt a tearing, burning pain in her lower body. She opened her eyes and turned to stare at Zhamushu,
but Zhamushu laughed arrogantly: "You stinking bitch, don't look at me with that stinking face, hoo~ Duan Wufeng, you didn't
submit , this is the price!"

After saying that, he took a step back, hooked his hands around Yunniang's waist, making her snowy buttocks even more perky and plump. The bear-like
Zhamushu's powerful waist violently thrust back and forth, thrusting straight in and out, repeatedly manipulating
Yunniang's spring water cunt.

Yunniang's body swayed violently from the force of Zhamu's blows. Her delicate fingers gripped the ropes tightly, and
she lowered her head, biting her lip in silent, humiliating endurance. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the dim space; the man's
roars and lewd laughter, the woman's moans and cries of grief, all combined to create a bizarre symphony of sex. Yunniang's lower body no longer
ached and had adapted to Zhamu's massive member. Gradually, her face flushed crimson. She had already begun
to feel pleasure, so she preferred to keep her head down, letting her disheveled hair obscure her face. She felt she was just
as they said; she hated her body for being so weak, yet the more she endured, the stronger the pleasure became until she collapsed.

The voluptuous body of Luo Shenji, Luo Yunniang, was suspended, allowing Zhamu to revel in it. Was the bear-like figure behind her truly
a bear? He relentlessly manipulated Yunniang for half an hour, during which time Yunniang
climaxed several times amidst her repeated moans. She had long since forgotten where she was, driven only by her body's faithful needs.
With each gentle moan and groan, her snow-white buttocks, like a giant millstone, eventually began to move in rhythm with the man's thrusts.
Finally, after intense intercourse, Zhamushu's legs trembled and his waist quivered. He forcefully pulled Yunniang's massive buttocks towards
his hips, simultaneously pressing his lower body firmly against her beautiful buttocks. His enormous penis was fully inserted into her honeyed orifice, and he began to ejaculate fiercely—
one spurt, two spurts, three spurts, four spurts…

"Roar…" Zhamushu roared repeatedly, shooting in a large amount of semen in one breath. Then he embraced Yunniang,
panting heavily.

During his final thrust and ejaculation, Yunniang shed tears again, trying to use her internal energy to expel
the filth but found it impossible. Could outsiders possibly understand the inner conflict and torment she felt? Her body betrayed
her soul, becoming a tool for her enemy's pleasure, burning Yunniang to
the core. In the midst of immense pain, her body rewarded her with immense pleasure and joy. Her heart cried out helplessly, "No!" yet she reached another peak…

In the dimly lit cell, the oil lamp on the wall flickered slightly, the damp air carrying a musty smell mixed with
a hint of lewdness. She

didn't know how much time had passed—perhaps just an hour, perhaps an eternity. In her hazy state, Yunniang
seemed to return to the flower-filled palace of Luoshen, back to Fenglang's arms. But she knew it was just a dream, and she held no illusions about the miserable state she was
in .

In the lamplight, she vaguely saw some oddly shaped objects in the corner. The room had no windows or
ventilation openings; only a faint light shone through a small opening in the bronze door. In the eerie silence, Yunniang heard her own
soft breathing.

Using the ropes binding her arms, Yunniang strained her waist, straightened her legs, and pushed off upwards, hooking her feet onto the ropes. She then
used her teeth to untie the knots, flipping herself to the ground without making a sound…

Yunniang closed her eyes and listened. Outside the cell, she could hear the rustling of leaves in the wind and the babbling of a stream; this must be somewhere in the desolate countryside,
far from the city. Her only option now was to escape. But looking down at her own
clothes, she felt a sticky discomfort on her chest and between her legs. Recalling her previous ordeal, she was overcome with shame and indignation… In that situation, her body
had been aroused with lust, and she felt
utterly shameless. Looking up at her wrist, she saw faint snake fang marks, and Yunniang knew she had been poisoned by the lustful serpent.

Looking around, she saw a basin of water and a silk scarf in the cell, along with a set of purple clothes.
Regardless of the other party's intentions, Yunniang decided to put aside her worries and solve her immediate predicament.

Naturally pure-hearted, Yunniang gritted her teeth and went over. She picked up a silk handkerchief, soaked it in water, and vigorously scrubbed
every inch of her skin. But can some things be wiped clean like ink and rouge? To completely erase the stain in this life , one must
start over.

The pain in one's heart is sometimes like a festering wound; the less you treat it, the deeper it festers. But if
you give it a sharp cut, letting it bleed and fester, it might just close up.

There is a kind of flower in this world whose branches cannot be blown away by the cold wind, and whose beauty cannot be hidden by the barren land.

Suppressing the turbulent thoughts in her heart, Yunniang knelt down with her knees together, carefully wiping
the stains on her private parts with a silk handkerchief. She didn't know what she was now. Unprecedented grievances lingered in her heart and between her brows. When the stains
were removed , Yunniang stood up with a resolute look in her eyes, picked up the purple clothes beside her. She looked at
the clothes in front of her with doubt in her eyes, because the purple clothes in her hands were not only revealing, but also extremely lewd. Yunniang blushed and
put on the clothes from head to toe. First, there were thin, smooth and breathable purple silk gloves, and then a light purple
waist-length bodice that wrapped around Yunniang's full breasts in a figure-eight shape, leaving the middle open but
covering the key parts just right. Her slender waist, gleaming with a milky white sheen, cascaded down from her ample breasts,
and a pearl from the South China Sea adorned her adorable, rounded navel. A half-length purple tassel skirt, secured by a two-inch-wide belt, cinched her hips, while
purple and gold silk stockings reached her thighs. At this moment, Yunniang was incredibly alluring and captivating. She casually tied her long, black hair back, her pure aura revealing a touch of worldly beauty. It seemed that after a simple makeover, the graceful, radiant, and unadorned goddess of the Luo River had returned, like a lotus emerging from clear water, irresistibly alluring. 　　If there had been a bronze mirror in the cell, even Yunniang herself would have been astonished by her own reflection. Unfortunately, there was no mirror; only a pair of eyes on the door, fixed on the dressed Yunniang. With a creak, the door opened, and a woman in fiery red entered. 　　Yunniang instinctively crossed her arms to cover herself, but then quickly lowered them, standing gracefully in the room. 　　"I wonder if Your Highness is satisfied with the clothes that Rose has carefully prepared?" Blood Rose asked ambiguously. 　　"A defeated opponent, nothing more than this. If you have any more tricks up your sleeve, feel free to use them..." Yunniang turned her head away coldly. 　　This time, the fiery Blood Rose showed no anger on her face: "Goddess, do you remember what I said when you injured me? That I would definitely treat you well! The grassland bear and the withered monkey were too brutal, but here you will feel what true happiness is. Be grateful, thank God for giving you a woman's body..." After saying that, she actually took off her clothes. The "carrot legs" naturally associated with Japanese women were not visible on Blood Rose at all. Her pair of lithe long legs were not only slender but also showed faint lines of beautiful skin, like a beautiful female leopard full of explosive power; above, the hair on Blood Rose's paradise was neatly trimmed into a strip about an inch long. A wide black belt stretched straight down, supporting a waist and abdomen without an ounce of excess fat that held breasts no less impressive than Luo Yunniang's. These breasts, glistening with a seductive sheen, swayed slightly and restlessly against their owner's body. Unlike Yunniang's snow-white skin, Blood Rose's complexion was a healthy wheat color. Naked and seemingly oblivious, she swayed her hips as she walked towards Yunniang, hooking her index finger around Yunniang's chin and kissing her red lips… 　　Yunniang's eyes widened, she held her breath, her mind blank. For the first time in her life, she had been kissed by a woman, and she couldn't muster any resistance. She tried to push her away but found herself already tightly embraced by this Japanese woman. Yunniang gasped for breath in Blood Rose's arms. 　　Seeing the blush on Luo Shenji's face, Blood Rose's tongue became even more unrestrained, sucking and swirling around the fragrant tongue of the most beautiful woman Her hands quietly slipped between Yunniang's legs, expertly caressing and teasing her; sometimes she playfully teased her vulva, sometimes she scraped her labia majora and minora with her fingers, causing Yunniang's body to tremble slightly, her breath sweet and fragrant, unable to control herself. 　　A wet kiss seemed to open Yunniang's parched heart; her soft hands, drooping against Blood Rose's chest, grew increasingly weak.

Her eyes grew hazy, a mixture of complaint and resentment... Sensing Yunniang's change, Blood Rose simply lifted the goddess around
the a soft mat of dry grass. She then magically produced a bowl of liquid from behind her back, poured it into her palm
, and gently rubbed it with her inner energy. Smiling, she whispered softly in Yunniang's ear, "Beautiful goddess, how much I love
you! At this moment, I wish I could merge with you, achieving a state of perfect union, so that we could ascend to the highest bliss together,
hehe ..."

She breathed hot air into Yunniang's ear as she seduced her, occasionally licking Yunniang's earlobe with her long, scarlet tongue.
Yunniang turned her head away uneasily and said coldly, "Witch, do you really think of yourself as a man? Humph!"
"..."

Blood Rose has always been arrogant and looked down on men. She was determined to be stronger than men, which led to
her current bisexuality. She held Yunniang's cheek and touched her nose with her nose,
and said with a disdainful smile , "Goddess, beautiful girl, the pleasure of polishing a mirror is not something a man can give you. Oh... do you want a man
to fuck you again? Hehe..."

Yunniang was choked by her words and her face turned red. Her eyes looked at Blood Rose in front of her without showing any weakness. Blood
Rose carefully spread the liquid on her hands evenly on Yunniang's chest and waist. The wonderful technique seemed to make Yunniang feel
a little aroused . Her long tongue kept sweeping around Yunniang's sensitive places, and she was eating with great relish.

Feeling resentful of her body's incompetence, Yunniang clenched her fists, her body stiff and rigid. Suddenly, she felt
a sharp pain in her right breast. Looking down, she saw Blood Rose holding a thin needle, stuck into the purple orchid on her chest.
By the time she reacted, Blood Rose had already pulled out the needle and tossed it aside.

"What did you do to me?" Yunniang's eyes widened in anger.

"Hehehe... It's a lactation-inducing agent for empty pregnancies. It's a precious medicine,
a top-grade ..." Blood Rose said with a wicked smile.

The moment Blood Rose pulled out the needle, Yunniang felt a sudden, intense swelling sensation surge through her breasts, as if it had appeared
out of nowhere Every meridian and corner of her breasts was filled with this feeling,
followed by an intense itching sensation, like thousands of ants biting and crawling on her breasts. Yunniang couldn't help but
let out a rapid, soft cry: "Ugh..."

"You can feel it now, right? Your Highness, this is a secret medicine from Fusang. Once it's injected into a woman's body
, even if she's not pregnant, she'll be forced to produce a torrent of milk. That means you'll have to express milk every day, or
your beautiful breasts might burst. Hehe... Plus, with the lustful venom you were poisoned by the lustful serpent before, you have no
way to recover," Blood Rose said, loosening Yunniang's bra strap and gazing at her magnificent breasts with fascination.

Yunniang felt her breasts swelling rapidly, as if undergoing a second puberty. Looking at her
bright red nipples standing erect in the air, she felt dizzy, her clear eyes welling with tears. "This feeling is even
more potent than the snake venom before. What should I do?" Yunniang didn't know if she could endure it. She hated this damned
drug and the person who had humiliated her, but now her body was utterly powerless. A thought flashed through her mind:
"It must be that wicked snake venom that dissipated my internal energy, leaving me powerless to resist when I was violated and toyed with
."

A surge of heat traveled from her breasts to her lower abdomen and groin, and all the sensitive cells in Yunniang's body became active at that moment
… She couldn't help but twist her mature, voluptuous body again, rubbing against Blood Rose's naked body, as if this could
alleviate the itching and pain. But wouldn't this only make it itchier?

Sensing the desire of the goddess beneath him, Blood Rose parted Yunniang's legs and lowered her head to savor her beautiful vulva.
The sounds of licking and smacking filled the empty cell. Yunniang's vulva was already overflowing with lustful fluids, her
beautiful opening and closing, writhing openly.

"Mmm... Oh... Stop it~" Yunniang's beautiful eyes were filled with lust, and she couldn't help but moan softly.
She covered her lips tightly with one hand and gripped the dry grass on the ground with the other, her waist rising and falling.
A layer of fine sweat floated on Yunniang's skin. No one knew what the goddess was feeling at this moment. She seemed to be in pain, but
why couldn't she stop?

Blood Rose was undoubtedly a master of lesbianism, employing a variety of methods to play with Yunniang with great pleasure...

In the dark prison cell, two smooth and voluptuous bodies were tightly intertwined,
twisting and grinding against each other like mating snakes, with soft moans escaping their lips from time to time...

At this moment, their positions had long since reversed, with the Fusang harlot's body draped over Yunniang, her hands
gripping Yunniang's jade thighs and burying her head between her legs; while Yunniang, in shame, awkwardly extended her fragrant tongue to lightly brush against
the woman's wide-open vulva, her face flushed and her breath sweet as orchids, always licking a few times before inevitably opening her mouth to exhale those decadent sounds
containing pain and pleasure...

"Yes, that's it, my good goddess, lick harder, curl your tongue into a ball and drill into me hard..."
Blood Rose was clearly aroused as well, her waist sinking down and sitting on Yunniang's face, excitedly twisting her hips, her mouth
constantly uttering lewd words: "Heh~ Lord Liusheng, do you see, Duan Wufeng's beloved wife... Luo Shenji... is
licking my wonderful spot, so beautiful, so beautiful... Ahahaha..."

The cell was filled with Blood Rose's hysterical lewd laughter, a vengeful pleasure swirling in her heart, and she couldn't help but
twist her lewd hips even more vigorously, the waves of water beneath her wetting Yunniang's pretty face, her big buttocks constantly rotating and grinding,
frantically grinding Yunniang's face as if it were a sex organ...

At this moment, Yunniang was already in unbearable pain, before her eyes All that could be seen was the wildly undulating flesh of Blood Rose's buttocks,
filled with a uniquely feminine, pungent scent, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire in Yunniang's already aroused heart. Smelling
the seductive aroma of Blood Rose, Yunniang's swollen breasts bounced rapidly back and forth with each movement… Her lower abdomen burned with desire
, and her crotch was already soaked with the dry grass beneath her. Her eyes were bloodshot as she desperately grasped her large breasts, her
fingers gently squeezing and kneading them, but without any real skill…

The purple orchid on her breasts slowly and eerily bloomed in Yunniang's hands, the crimson petals gradually
revealing , with thin red lines radiating outwards from the stamen; with each breath of its owner, it seemed to come alive
, its form becoming increasingly clear. This flower had always grown on Yunniang's body. Every person chosen as the mistress of the Goddess Palace
bore a special mark, but in Yunniang's generation, the mark had shifted—a secret
known only to Duan Wufeng and Yunniang herself.

The purple orchid symbolizes the uniqueness of the Luoshen Palace Master, and its secrets concern the fate of the Luoshen Palace. Unfortunately, it is hindered by…
Bound by traditional beliefs, Luo Yunniang hadn't studied it carefully... she even deliberately avoided it. But what she
didn't know was that the flower on her chest could reflect its owner's emotions and physiological states; normally it would only faintly adhere to
her body, but if her blood and qi surged, it would bloom fiercely!

Roses are flowers too, and now the two blossoms intertwine their branches, their tender petals pressed together, nectar gushing forth. Yunniang and
Blood Rose bury their heads between each other's legs, passionately kissing like a couple in a passionate embrace.
The sounds of "Mmm... Oh oh..." are intoxicating. After a long while, Yunniang can no longer bear this suffocating feeling, her lips parting, her face flushed as she greedily
inhales the erotic air. Blood Rose flips over, embracing one of Yunniang's firm, jade-like legs, thrusting her hips forward. Her wet, throbbing
vulva grips Yunniang's opening like an octopus sucking water. Yunniang feels her lower body being
kissed by a wet, hot flesh, trembling uncontrollably. The strange, unprecedented beauty transforms into electric currents striking her nerve endings, incredibly
pleasurable...

Blood Rose grinds wantonly against Yunniang's vulva with her own opening, grinding... Beneath her, the goddess moaned and
groaned, her pink neck swaying wildly. At the point where the two women were joined, a grinding mill opened, their four plump, tender lips locked in a fierce struggle, leaving a messy battlefield. After a few
moments neither could gain the upper hand, so they had to retreat temporarily. Blood Rose's breasts, full of lustful flesh, swayed and trembled. She laughed
lasciviously as she extended her long tongue to lick Yunniang's toes, making soft, smacking sounds as she swallowed: "This trip... to the Central Plains... oh oh...
indeed... not in vain. So the famous Goddess of the Luo River is this lewd. Is she trying to outdo me?
Hahaha..."

Yunniang's two plump, tender labia swelled with blood, covering her delicate entrance, standing majestically like palace guards
ready to defend against an invading enemy. Blood Rose's two lustful labia, on the other hand, appeared even larger and stronger, like the opening and closing of an evil, toothless tentacle
, writhing with extreme hunger.

Lying sprawled on the dry grass, Yunniang's waist twisted like a clockwork, channeling energy into the guardian of her flower-heart.
Her eyes were glazed as she cried out softly, "Ah~ you slut~ is this all you've got, hmm...?"

Blood Rose took out an object about a foot and a half long and two inches thick from a wooden box in the corner. Yunniang looked up
and was slightly surprised, "How can anyone accommodate such a thick and long monster..." Her already slippery
opening became even more muddy.

Holding the lifelike double-headed rosewood phallus, Blood Rose began to dance seductively before Yunniang,
her movements undulating and rippling with waves of light from her hips. She would sometimes rub her breasts, sometimes lick the wooden phallus, circling
Yunniang with unrestrained abandon…

Meanwhile, Yunniang, lying on the ground, her chest heaving, her legs rubbing together involuntarily, turned her head
, biting her remaining silent. Blood Rose, twisting her alluring body, leaned down, gently encircling Yunniang,
softly caressing her face and cheeks, while one hand rhythmically… He caressed Yunniang's lower abdomen and inner thighs,
while one hand grasped the wooden phallus, constantly roaming and thrusting it against Yunniang's erect breasts...

Unable to bear the lingering climax, Luo Yunniang's long, muscular legs twisted from side to side, and Blood Rose kissed her all the way down from her
earlobe ... The two bodies, so ripe they seemed to be dripping with moisture, intertwined and entwined, and gradually Yunniang
couldn't help but abandon her reserve: "Not only must I defeat my enemy in fists and feet, but even... doing such a shameful thing...
I cannot be at a disadvantage."

This time, Yunniang flipped over and... Blood Rose... Pressed beneath her, Yunniang's breasts, even more swollen and erect than the demoness's,
pressed tightly together, leaving no room for air. Yunniang used her own sacred breasts to press down on
the demoness , her hands braced on either side of Blood Rose's shoulders. Her long, snow-white neck arched, her long, jet-black hair cascading down
her shoulders and covering her back and waist. Her waist arched, her rounded buttocks displaying an astonishing curve, incredibly sensual and truly
breathtaking .

Yunniang's face was flushed, but her expression was resolute as she said, "Do you really think you can succeed with such despicable methods?" "What can you do to me?"

Blood Rose's eyes revealed a slight panic as she thought to herself, "Could it be that the martial arts of the Central Plains are really powerful, and that Luo Shenji
is immune to all poisons?"

Feeling the hot breath exhaled by Yunniang, Blood Rose was not afraid of Yunniang's words. She stuck out her tongue and licked her fingers
, pretending to be a little girl and said, "Then... how does the goddess plan to deal with me? Will
you crush me to death with your lewd breasts?" Then she hugged Yunniang's body with her arms and legs like an octopus, twisting her hips and grinding them
up , and began to moan and groan.

Yunniang was anxious, fearing that the longer it dragged on, the more dangerous Fenglang would become. This damned vixen even had
a penchant for cannibalism! Suppressing her unease, Yunniang snatched the wooden phallus from Xue Qiangwei's hand, her alluring eyes becoming watery
as she stared intently at Xue Qiangwei's seductive appearance. A beautiful crescent-shaped smile curved her lips: "Have you seen
my Fenglang?" Xue Qiangwei said, "Alliance Leader Duan is truly blessed, but unfortunately… he's not the upright gentleman
you think "

Straightening her back, Yunniang's breathing quickened. She felt as if her breasts were burning, every inch
of her skin every pore, incredibly sensitive. The purple orchids were both purple and red, eerily seductive. And her nipples were oozing a faint
milky white fluid. Embarrassed, Yunniang quickly pinched her nipples with her fingers, biting her lip and glaring fiercely at Xue Qiangwei,
who lay on the ground, giggling seductively.

This aphrodisiac was truly potent. In less than fifteen minutes, it forced Yunniang, who had never given birth, to produce
milk. Yunniang felt every part of her breasts tingle, itch, and swell, and the veins on her snow-white breasts were faintly visible.

Then, Yunniang couldn't help but squeeze her breasts faster and faster, like kneading dough.
First, then drops of milk, like the holes in coins, pattered onto
the dark prison cell floor, gradually forming a puddle that contrasted sharply with the ground. The viciousness of this drug
lay in the fact that it not only acted several times a day, but each time it connected to the breast orifices. Without a good treatment,
the poisoned woman would sooner or later be passively transformed into a wanton harlot, falling into a miserable state.

By this time, Yunniang's legs were already weak, and her breasts had turned into a pair of lustful flesh.
The pure milk that was originally full of maternal radiance made her want to express it. She knelt on the ground, and the flow of milk gradually decreased, but her abdomen felt as if
it had sagged. Then, a feeling of emptiness and itching came from her lower body. Yunniang's snake venom was still not cured, and now a new poison was rising
, making her feel worse than death. She tried to suppress it with her internal energy, but every time she circulated her energy, she felt even more strange.

Blood Rose got up and hugged Yunniang from behind, slowly removing Yunniang's hands. Her breasts pressed against Yunniang's back,
and she stretched out her long, bright red tongue to lick Yunniang's flushed cheeks: "Goddess, you are born with a seductive body. Is it hard to hold
back? Just moan, like this..."

Blood Rose mercilessly added fuel to the fire, suddenly grabbing Yunniang's erect breasts. Caught
off Yunniang cried out in pain mixed with a groan: "Ugh..." Her delicate breasts trembled, and two thin lines of milky white milk suddenly
gushed out. Yunniang, panting heavily, knelt on the ground, holding the wooden phallus in her hand, her image completely ruined.

Blood Rose held Yunniang's hand with one hand, pressing the wooden phallus against her private parts and caressing it gently. With the other hand, she pressed Yunniang's other
hand down, kneading her own breasts. The two flowers swayed gracefully, one in front of the other...

In the narrow, damp prison cell, the two women kissed passionately, caressed each other, and panted, while their hips desperately pushed towards each other.
It turned out that the two women's springs were holding the same curved phallus... The foot-long wooden phallus was
greedily swallowed by the two women, and the dark brown rod was rubbed with a layer of fine white foam...

Yunniang's long, soft legs were pressed against her chest by Blood Rose, and her toes curled up. Blood Rose's vulva clamped one end of the wooden
phallus manipulated Luo Shenji beneath her in a sitting position. With each sitting, the entire wooden phallus was swallowed by both holes;
with each up and down, the rod appeared and disappeared, extremely lewd.

Amidst the spray of juices and gasps of pleasure, the two women entangled in a fierce struggle. At this moment, Yunniang was on top,
embracing one of Xue Qiangwei's thighs and thrusting her hips forcefully, her waist twisting left and right, causing Xue Qiangwei to moan repeatedly.
"Lord Luoshen... umm... truly amazing... oh... if you want to avenge your husband, then fuck me hard...
hehe... ahhhhhh..."

Blood Rose's mouth was full of lewd words. She simply squeezed and pulled Yunniang tightly towards herself with her legs,
and then the two women hugged and rolled around, manipulating each other. The wooden penis had become slippery between the two women's sucking and squeezing. It was sometimes tightly
sucked and pulled by Yunniang's spring water abalone hole, and sometimes bitten by Blood Rose's octopus pot hole. It moved back and forth, and amidst the moaning
and groaning , Yunniang's hole was tighter. Then, Yunniang lifted her abdomen and sucked, and the thick wooden penis
was pulled out of Blood Rose's body by the root. With a "pop," a wave of water came out of Blood Rose's octopus pot hole.
Blood Rose then climaxed with a long moan. Yunniang pressed her chest and said, panting:
"Witch, how about we make a deal?"

Blood Rose slowly stood up, hooked her arm around Yunniang's neck, and giggled, "Goddess, I really
don't know where Alliance Leader Duan is. But I'll let you in on a secret: our Lord Yagyu said that as long as the Palace Master of Luoshen Palace
can join our family, she will be bestowed the title of Crescent Moon Demoness of the Demon-Slaying One-Sword Style, second only
to , hehe..."

Looking at Blood Rose's alluring and seductive face, Yunniang's expression darkened slightly, but she quickly smiled, her charming
eyes crinkling into crescent moons, "So, what is your status in the organization?"

Blood Rose replied, "Telling you won't hurt... Lord Yagyu has entrusted me with..." "We came to the Central Plains to save
you from your crisis. The Central Plains dynasty is corrupt and incompetent, and its fate is increasingly untenable. Why should Your Highness be so blindly loyal? Lord Yagyu has always treated heroes who are
devoted to the Sun God with great courtesy. If Your
Highness could join our cause, Lord Yagyu would be overjoyed, and then we could be together forever..."

Yunniang picked up her clothes from the ground and put them on deftly: "Although I am a woman, I can distinguish
between loyalty to the emperor and love for the country, and aiding and abetting evil. As long as I am here, everyone's wolfish ambitions will
be burned to ashes ."

Blood Rose also put on her clothes. She took out a crystal-clear jade pendant from her bosom, put it to her lips, and gently kissed it:
"This is Lord Yagyu's personal keepsake, consisting of four pieces. This piece is specially prepared for Your Highness, the Divine Princess.
Only you nod can we guarantee that the Luo Shen Palace will dominate the martial arts world of the Central Plains, and Your Highness will
soon see your beloved..."

Yunniang thought for a moment and then said calmly, "The steppe Tatars are powerful, and they are our main threat.
As for you, you are just waterborne pirates. The Central Plains are vast and populous. By the time you cross the sea, you will be
exhausted and unable to fight me. As for Feng Lang, he is not as incompetent as you say. We
have been through thick and thin together for the past twenty years, and no one has been able to separate us, nor can you!"

After listening, Blood Rose secretly admired the woman's strong will. Looking at Yunniang's holy and dignified appearance now, she was very different from
her demeanor just now, as if she were not the same person.

"Hehe... As expected of the Palace Master of Luoshen Palace, but if Alliance Leader Duan knew that his beloved wife was no longer chaste and was being played with like this by
outsiders ... I wonder what he would think." Blood Rose knew that the constraints of Confucian ethics in the Central Plains prevented women from
being as promiscuous as in Japan, and every woman took pride in her chastity, hence her words.

Yunniang blushed slightly and could only say, "Feng Lang will understand me..."

Blood Rose remained noncommittal: "Oh, understand that you serve two husbands? Or understand that your breast milk can flow all over the
ground? Hehe..."

Yunniang's chest heaved: "You... shameless... If it weren't for the aphrodisiac messing with my mind, I would never have been so despicable!"

"Women understand women best. Your body, Goddess, is naturally alluring. The more you suppress your desires, the stronger they become," Blood
Rose said.

Yunniang simply stopped talking, because it was better to consider how to leave than to argue. Blood Rose
leisurely twirled the jade pendant in her hand: "Take this token, and we'll let you leave freely without any hindrance." Seemingly seeing
through Yunniang's concerns, Blood Rose continued, "From now on, only Lord Yagyu and I will know your identity within the organization. Even
that lecherous monkey Miyamoto won't know, let alone anyone in the martial world...hehe..."

As if considering the enchantress's suggestion, Yunniang frowned slightly, then smiled sweetly: "Why don't you take me to see
the God of Slaughter, Yagyu? I'll talk to him myself, how about that?"

"Lord Yagyu has long admired you, Madam, and has always asked me to impersonate you to toy with you. But I am Lord
Yagyu 's will, and seeing the jade pendant is like seeing the man himself." With that, Blood Rose came to Yunniang, took her hand, placed the jade pendant in her
hand, wrapped her arms around Yunniang's waist, leaned close to her pretty face, and gently kissed her lips with a charming smile. "That's wonderful. From now on,
you are mine, and I am Lord Yagyu's. So we are both Lord Yagyu's. As long as you serve Lord Yagyu well, you will
have no worries."

In the blink of an eye...

Suddenly, a battle rang out outside the cell. Blood Rose's face changed drastically upon hearing the sound. She hurriedly flipped her hand and flicked it, and a
white powder suddenly scattered... Although Yunniang retreated and covered her face in an instant, she was too weak and her body was exhausted. She had fallen into
the trap of the Japanese again. She lost consciousness and collapsed into Blood Rose's arms...

Then, two black-clad Chunin rushed in from outside the cell. They bowed to Blood Rose, spoke
a bunch of gibberish in a foreign language, and then simply tied Yunniang up with a rope on the ground.

In the pitch-black night, with a sparse moon and stars

, dozens of black and white figures darted and crisscrossed
in

the open space, the clash of weapons echoing incessantly. The black side, far outnumbered by the white side, was forced to fight and retreat... At the end of the open space stood a dilapidated temple. Suddenly, the cobweb-covered shrine burst open, revealing
a hole about two feet wide beneath. Four figures emerged from the hole in succession. Upon closer inspection, two men in black
were leading a beautiful woman in purple who appeared to be unconscious. The woman in red, who came out of the hole, leaped and landed
on the canopy of a nearby tree, hanging upside down. She took out a small ocarina from her waist and played a strange melody towards the moon
... Then, as the branches swayed, she gradually blended into the shadows of the trees and disappeared without a trace.

The four people who emerged from the cave were none other than Blood Rose and Yunniang. Two
men in black carrying Yunniang rushed towards the back mountain in the darkness, oblivious to their surroundings. Meanwhile, the battle in the open space in front of the temple had ended…

Inside the temple, atop the ruins, stood a beautiful woman in a moon-white robe, sword at her side, listening
to her subordinate's report: “Reporting to the steward, beneath the cave lies a dark prison cell filled with… um… a foul, pungent stench
. Aside from strange tools scattered everywhere, the Palace Master was nowhere to be seen.” The

white-robed steward, upon hearing this, frowned slightly. Her gaze fell upon the ground not far away, and suddenly her expression brightened.
She lightly touched the ground with her toes and… About ten feet away, the other women in white quickly gathered around. The white-clad steward bent down to pick up
a petal from the ground, her worried expression fading slightly. Looking up, she saw another petal on the ground ahead. Without delay, she
decisively shouted, "Chase!"

It turned out that the person who had drifted here was Bai Mudan from the Luoshen Palace. She was the eldest disciple of Luoshen Ji and
the steward . Two days ago, after the palace master Luoshen Ji descended Wushan alone, the meticulous and decisive Bai Mudan immediately sent a thread
to follow Yunniang at a distance. Firstly, she was genuinely worried about the palace master's safety, and secondly, in case the palace master encountered any mishap,
she could receive the news immediately and then organize people to go down the mountain.

Currently, the one in charge of the palace is Zhen Haitang, the second disciple of Luoshen Ji, while the sisters Yu Ruyi and Yu Linglong stayed behind
to assist her .

Just as the hour of Chou (1-3 AM) arrived, Bai Mudan, leading the Eighteen Sword Flowers of the Peony Pavilion, swiftly darted
towards ...

The women reached the summit, swords drawn, and spread out in a semi-circle formation. However, the hazy moonlight and the lingering mist, along with the eerie
stillness of the surroundings, kept everyone on their toes.

Bai Mudan led the group across a large patch of weeds, her brows furrowed. The purple orchid
petals must have been clues left by their master. With her master's Luoshui Divine Skill, she could
have escaped unscathed even against opponents many times her size... Why...? The more she thought about it, the more her heart sank... Her master must have encountered a formidable villain. Judging from
the , Bai Mudan was terrified. She hadn't expected the opponent to be from Japan. She had also heard
of the bloodbath unleashed by the notorious Japanese demon, Yagyu the God of Slaughter, in the Central Plains twenty years ago. It seemed that a calamity was imminent for the martial world, and the situation was
extremely ...

Lost in thought, Bai Mudan suddenly heard a cry of alarm: "Pavilion Master, look!" Upon hearing this, Bai Mudan and the other women looked in
the direction Xiao Die had pointed. Through the thin mist, they saw a
withered Hanging from its branches was a figure—it was none other than Luo Shenji, the mistress of the Luo Shen Palace. A gentle breeze from the mountaintop scattered
Luo Yunniang's beautiful hair, making it flutter in the wind. The scene appeared so abruptly and mysteriously…

Bai Mudan's almond-shaped eyes widened, her gaze filled with surprise, anger, and a strange emotion that stirred her heart.
Even Bai Jiantuo… She didn't even feel her hands touch the ground. In the pale, misty moonlight, beneath a withered tree on the edge of a mountain cliff, Luo Yunniang's hands
were bound behind her back, tightly fastened, and she was suspended from a withered branch. Her breasts, swollen and protruding from several ropes,
dripped milk incessantly… Her legs were bent and spread apart, tightly bound from her ankles, then tied behind her back to her hands
, forming a four-legged, hoof-like shape. Two ropes wrapped around her thighs, binding her genitals and widening her
wet private parts. The ropes were tied very tightly, revealing the bulging white flesh of Luo Yunniang's arms and legs,
a sight of tragic beauty! Bai Mudan, upon seeing this, cried out in a trembling voice, "Master~~"

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