Enchanted Fairy (Prologue - 1)

Prologue: The Woman

at Night.

The woman, completely naked, had skin as white as jade, and a slender, athletic build, without an ounce of excess fat. Her figure and
appearance were breathtakingly beautiful. If others saw her, they would surely mistake her for a naked fairy, if not for
what she was doing.

The man, also completely naked, possessed a handsome face that any woman could not resist. His snow-white muscles
were as white as the woman's. To others, he was merely a handsome scholar, yet he had already
been riding the beauty for half the night, and his strength remained as formidable as ever.

The woman and man were pressed tightly together, their bodies intertwined, trembling rhythmically, their skin
glistening with sweat under the lamplight.

The woman's eyes were glazed, and she exhaled a strong breath of alcohol, her intake of which was unknown.

The man, however, was perfectly sober. He would occasionally turn the woman over, changing positions, but the speed of his massive member
never slowed, thrusting into her lower body until it splashed with fluid.

Finally, the woman turned around to face the man. While moving up and down, she reached out her delicate hand
to caress his face, saying dreamily, "Are you my husband?"

The man laughed and said, "I'm fucking your hole right now, how can I not be your husband?"

The woman said dreamily, "Really? When did we get married? When did we have our wedding ceremony? When did we enter the bridal chamber?"

The man still laughed, "How could I remember something so long ago?"

The woman chuckled and said, "Do you remember, on our wedding day, you were completely drunk,
unconscious , and carried into the bridal chamber by your brothers?"

The man laughed, "My beloved woman is getting married, of course I have to be completely drunk."

Saying this, the man changed the woman's position again, making her sit between his legs. The woman immediately wrapped her left leg around his
waist and her right leg around his leg. The movement was difficult, but the woman did it with ease.

The woman actively responded to the man's thrusts, her small opening swallowing his huge member completely with each stroke.

She kissed the man and asked, "How many times did you do it with me that night?"

The man said, "Didn't you say I was drunk? How would I know?"

The woman laughed and said, "That's right, you didn't do it with me that night."

The man thrust harder a few more times, making the woman moan softly. "So, now I'm going to compensate you
more, plus interest..."

the woman murmured, but soon she became weak and powerless because she had been fucked for too long that day.

Finally, she could no longer hold on, and shyly nestled in the man's arms, closing her beautiful eyes and murmuring, "I'm
so tired ... I want to sleep..."

The man stroked her cascading hair and said, "Then go to sleep."

The woman said, "No, once I fall asleep, you won't fuck me anymore, you'll secretly leave me."

The man said, "No, I'll keep fucking you until you wake up in the morning and find that I'm still fucking you
. Go to sleep."

The man's movements became gentler, gently massaging the woman's body again and again. The woman, enveloped
in gentle, comfortable pleasure, drifted off to sleep with a smile.

The man, as agreed, continued his ministrations...

*** *** *** ***

Noon.

The naked woman, bathed in sunlight, had skin that appeared even whiter, almost radiant.

She lay on a small boat, gently rocking on the lake.

A man was on top of her, completely naked, dark-skinned, tall and robust, his movements powerful and
forceful. He thrust heavily into her, making the boat sink, as if determined to
take this fairy-like beauty to the bottom of the water.

The woman's eyes were glazed, and she exhaled a strong breath of alcohol, her intake of which was unknown.

The man's movements were monotonous, a relentless, rhythmic thrusting, but with immense
force
. Each withdrawal turned the tender flesh of her vagina inside out, and each insertion caused her belly to bulge. He seemed to have inexhaustible energy, going on for hours without showing signs of fatigue.

The woman squinted, thoroughly enjoying herself. She stretched out her slender, jade-like arms and wrapped them around the man's dark neck, asking
seductively , "Are you my husband?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Why do you ask that?"

The woman chuckled and said, "Why don't you dare answer?"

The man thrust into the woman twice hard, splashing water everywhere, and she let out a beautiful moan: "Of course I'm your
husband, I'm the husband you love to death."

The woman giggled and asked again, "Then do you remember, on our wedding day, you were completely drunk,
unconscious , and had to be carried into the bridal chamber by the brothers?"

"This..." The man was a little embarrassed, "That was because the second and third brothers were jealous of me and kept plying me with alcohol, so I
was unusually drunk."

Perhaps to prove his true strength, the man's strong hands gripped the woman's waist tightly, and he began to thrust
violently , the movements not like lovemaking, but more like rape.

But the woman felt no pain, only greater pleasure. She looked up, her cherry-red lips pressed against
the man 's large mouth, enduring the forceful thrusts while passionately kissing him.

After a while, her smooth tongue withdrew from his mouth, and she asked, "That night,
how many times did you do it with me?"

The man hesitated again, saying, "I... I was drunk, maybe once..."

The woman laughed, saying, "Yes, that night, you took my virginity, and then you fell asleep."

The man's dark face flushed red; he felt utterly ashamed. Now, the only way he could respond
was to fuck her hard, harder and harder, until she begged for mercy.

The woman's belly swelled with each thrust, the man's long spear already deeply embedded in her,
churning wildly within her sacred palace. She threw her head back and cried out in pleasure...

*** *** *** ***

Dusk.

The woman's naked body was bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, every inch of her skin shimmering like a smooth
mirror , exuding a breathtaking beauty.

She lay on the lawn in the garden, letting the soft grass rub against her skin, and her juices flowed freely onto the grass.

A man, a completely naked man, was slowly penetrating her, as leisurely as if he were sitting in a grand chair.
He had white hair and beard, and a thin, withered figure; he was an old man.

The woman's eyes were glazed, and she exhaled a strong breath of alcohol, it was unclear how much she had drunk.

The man was very active, not only stirring his penis inside her incessantly, but his hands and feet were also busy, kneading every inch of her
elastic skin, and his mouth was licking her high, firm breasts all over
, making them red and swollen, even more erect, with bright red nipples standing out high.

The woman was moaning softly, her ten fingers gripping the ground and digging into the mud.

She suddenly opened her eyes and asked breathlessly, "Are you my husband?"

The old man chuckled leisurely, "No. How could a wretched old man like me be the husband of a fairy like you
?"

The woman laughed and gently patted the old man's face, leaving muddy marks on it. "You're
teasing me again. If you're not my husband, then who is?"

the old man retorted with a smile. "Since you know, why do you still ask me?"

The woman pouted coquettishly. "You bad man! You're allowed to tease me, but I'm not allowed to tease you?"

The old man laughed. "When did I say I wasn't allowed? Ask me whatever you want."

The woman smiled seductively, sticking out her tongue to lick the mud off the old man's face, and asked, "Do you remember,
on our wedding day, you were completely drunk, unconscious, and carried into the bridal chamber by your brothers?"

The old man laughed heartily. "Hahaha, I was just pretending to be drunk; I was actually perfectly sober." As he spoke, he
patted the woman's buttocks. The woman understood immediately, knowing what he was going to do. She instinctively rolled over,
lying on the grass like a dog, sticking out her round buttocks and spreading her legs.

"Lift it a little higher!" the old man said, slapping her buttocks with a crisp sound, leaving five
red finger marks.

"Eek!—" the woman cried out, a gush of fluid gushing from her lower body. She obediently raised her buttocks, her knees
off the ground, her legs spread wide, forming a triangle with the ground.

The old man stood behind her, gently thrusting his penis back into her wet, moist vagina. The woman endured the impact, her large breasts scraping against the ground, itching

from the countless blades of grass . She gasped for breath, struggling to ask, "How many times did you and I do it that night?" The old man replied, "Countless." "How could you not count?" "Because we didn't sleep at all that night. My cock never left your cunt, it went on until dawn." The woman blushed, her eyes glazed over, and she smiled as she recalled the scene, murmuring, "Yes, that night , you were in heat the whole time, and I was in heat the whole time. We just kept fucking and fucking, it felt like it would never stop..." The woman murmured in her sleep, her body already burning with desire, ejaculating again and again under the old man's lewd ministrations ... Chapter One: Fengxian A burly man lay comfortably reclining in a chair, a long sword resting on the armrest, stained with deep red blood. Originally, this room, like this chair, was comfortable and elegant, but now, blood flowed everywhere, a gruesome sight. A headless man's corpse lay on the ground, emitting a pungent smell of blood. The burly man was named Bai Long, though it was unclear whether this was his real name or a nickname, as no . "How boring," Bai Long muttered to himself, one hand gripping his knife, the other propping up his head. "He calls himself the Great Hero , yet he's so easily defeated. His skills aren't even as good as his wife's." Intermittent groans of a woman drifted in from outside the window, as if she were suffering agonizing pain. Her voice was hoarse and weak ; it was unclear how long she had been moaning. A short man beside Bai Long bowed and scraped, saying, "It's not that the Great Hero of Jiangdong, Chang Feiping, isn't strong; it's just that your martial arts are astonishing, Master Bai. How could Chang Feiping be your match? Besides, the Chang couple always work together, their swords and sabers perfectly combined, to unleash their full power. They are rarely matched in the martial arts world. Today, separated by you, Master Bai, their abilities are naturally greatly diminished." Bai Long felt displeased. Although the man was flattering him, his words sounded as if he had taken advantage of someone in distress, a dishonorable act. The short man suddenly realized his slip of the tongue and broke out in a cold sweat. Bai Long glanced at the corpse on the ground: "It's a pity, the man is dead, and the couple can no longer unite, right?" "Yes, yes, yes, Master Bai, you don't need to worry about this anymore," the short man quickly said. "No, I insist on fighting them both again," Bai Long persisted. "This, this..." The short man was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Bai Long looked up at the window and said, "Where's his wife? Why is she silent?" Speaking of Chu Feiyue, the wife of the Jiangdong hero, the short man couldn't help but reveal a wicked smile: "She's probably exhausted . It's been a whole night, and with the blow you struck her earlier, Master Bai, even the strongest person couldn't hold on..." Bai Long suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go, let's go take a look." As soon as he stepped out of the room, he immediately saw a sea of white in the courtyard. There were more than a dozen people in the courtyard, all completely naked, so of course, it was a sea of white. However, the skin tones of the dozen or so men varied, and those who were fair-skinned were not attractive. The fairest and most beautiful was the only woman surrounded by these men. This woman was truly a sea of white. Not only was her skin naturally as white as winter snow, but she was also covered in a white fluid, which continuously dripped from her skin, turning the stone table she lay on a white stain as well, and dripping from the edge of the table. This naked woman, covered in semen, was the wife of the deceased Chang Feiping, a female swordsman renowned throughout the martial arts world for her swordsmanship and beauty. She was affectionately known in the martial arts world as the "Beautiful Swordswoman." But now, the once beautiful swordswoman lay dying in her own courtyard, her two long, beautiful legs spread wide open.

Hanging limply from the table edge, her vulva gaping open, still gushing out male semen.

The short man, seeing this, couldn't help but gleam with lust, just like the dozen or so other men. Bai Long,
however, remained unfazed, asking, "How's it going?"

The men laughed and replied, "Dragon King, this woman is truly exquisite! We've all had two rounds already
, and we're still not satisfied!"

"Hmm." Bai Long walked to Chu Feiyue, pinching her chin and lifting her head.

The beautiful swordswoman Chu Feiyue's eyes were open, but empty; she was awake, yet unconscious,
as if dead.

The short man asked, "Is she about to die?"

Bai Long sneered, "Hmph, if she dies, I'll lose interest. Only if she survives can she
be my opponent. Pass on my orders: don't go back yet. Everyone, have another round with her. If she dies,
throw her with her dead husband. If she's still alive, wash her clean and bring her to see me."

"Yes!" Bai Long was always stern and ruthless, a man of his word. Hearing that their boss had extended their entertainment time,
the men present were overjoyed. Besides, the beautiful heroine's body was truly irresistible to them.
Immediately, all erected their penises and thrust them into the heroine's flesh...

Chu Feiyue could only let out an unconscious moan, a clear tear flowing from her empty eyes, mingling with
the semen ...

*** *** *** ***

On Zhongnan Mountain, it should have been a time when tourists flocked, but today the mountain was quiet and deserted.

For atop the mountain stood three formidable figures! They were the newly risen Three Heroes of the Desert, each possessing
unparalleled martial arts skills that struck fear into the hearts of all in the martial arts world.

Today, they challenged the world's number one swordsman, the martial arts alliance leader Feng Mingtian. They were determined
to fight three against one, even if it was considered an unfair victory, because if they won, they would be invincible! Although
Feng Mingtian martial arts were extremely high, none of the three had ever encountered a worthy opponent in the martial arts world. Now,
united, they were brimming with confidence.

However, the appointed time was approaching, and the martial arts alliance leader Feng Mingtian had not even shown up.

Could it be that he had given up and dared not keep the challenge?

The Three Heroes of the Desert laughed triumphantly, preparing to celebrate their victory.

The eldest of the three brothers, Tian Kuang, said, "Since Feng Mingtian doesn't dare to come, let's go to his house and challenge him! Let's see if he dares
to accept the challenge!"

The second brother, Di Wang, said, "Good, good! He can run away, but
he

can't hide. Let's go to his house and announce to a large group of martial arts practitioners that they will come to watch the battle and see how we three brothers achieve a great victory." The youngest brother, Hai Ao, said, "I have an idea that will prevent Feng Mingtian from running away."

"What idea?"

"Feng Mingtian's wife is Yao Mengying, the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world. We can tell Feng Mingtian that if he
doesn't accept the challenge, he'll give his wife to us brothers."

Tian Kuang and Di Wangting were overjoyed and couldn't help but ask, "How beautiful is the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world?"

Hai Ao said, "I haven't seen her either, but I've heard that Yao Mengying is nicknamed 'Water Moon Guanyin,' and has a face that
could shame the moon and flowers . She's as otherworldly as Guanyin Bodhisattva. If we could have her, we'd have no regrets in this life."

Tian Kuang was overjoyed and said, "Great! After we defeat Feng Mingtian, we'll capture his wife and the three of us brothers will share her!"

Suddenly, they heard a voice that seemed to drift from the horizon: "Are you
the Three Heroes of the Desert?"

The three were startled and looked down the mountain. They only saw a white figure, like a wisp of smoke, lightly floating
to the top of the mountain.

It was a woman in white, her light white dress spotless, as white as snow, with an ethereal air. Unfortunately,
she veiled her face with a white veil, obscuring her features, but her graceful and ethereal figure alone was enough to
captivate any man.

The three heroes of the desert were stunned for a while. Hai Ao was the first to react, asking, "Who are you? Do you know we
don't allow unauthorized people up the mountain?"

The woman coldly replied, "I am not an unauthorized person. I am the 'Water Moon Guanyin' Yao Mengying you mentioned."

The three heroes of the desert were greatly surprised. Tian Kuang asked, "Your husband, Feng Mingtian, didn't come, so why are you here?"

The woman answered, "People like you don't even need Mingtian to show up; I alone am enough to deal with you."

The three heroes of the desert burst into laughter, laughing until their stomachs ached. "You, a woman, dare to challenge the three of us brothers?"

Yao Mengying said calmly. "You'd better not mistake me for a woman."

Di Wang said, "You say you're Yao Mengying, how can you prove it?"

Yao Mengying replied, "Being able to defeat you is enough, what proof do I need?"

Tian Kuang had never been so contemptuous by a woman before, and he couldn't help but get angry. He said, "Then take off your veil
and let us see if you're as beautiful as the legends say."

"What's wrong with taking it off?" Yao Mengying didn't even think about it and casually removed her veil.

The three heroes of the desert gasped in unison, stunned for a long time.

Beautiful! So beautiful! Unlike anyone on earth, even if there were gods in heaven, they probably wouldn't be as beautiful as her.

Facing the three burly men's rude and greedy gazes, Yao Mengying showed no anger, only looking at them with her cold expression
. "But the price is that none of you will make it down the mountain alive."

Tian Kuang swallowed hard and boldly said, "Do you think you can beat us?"

"Of course."

Tian Kuang said, "Alright, let's make a bet. If you win, the three of us will become Feng Mingtian's underlings,
at his beck and call; but if you lose, hehe..."

Before Tian Kuang could finish, Yao Mengying said indifferently, "If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me."

The three heroes of the desert were overjoyed and hurriedly asked, "Which one do you want to challenge first?"

Yao Mengying sneered lightly, "I'll fight all three of them at once." As she spoke, her beautiful figure flashed, and she was already in
front of the three of them, attacking them all at once!

The three heroes of the desert were shocked. They did not expect that the wife of the martial arts alliance leader would be so bold as to attack
all three of them at the same time.

However, Yao Mengying was indeed not to be underestimated. She was extremely fast, and her sword attacked all three of them at the same time. It seemed that all three of them were...
There was a Yao Mengying fighting against her, seemingly one person embodying three.

But the Three Heroes of the Desert were not to be underestimated. They immediately unleashed their formidable martial arts, engaging Yao Mengying in combat.

Suddenly, Yao Mengying's sword flashed, instantly striking the eldest brother, Tian Kuang, several times in the arms.

Yet Tian Kuang was completely unharmed; sparks flew from the sword tips, as if striking iron. Yao Mengying was
shocked; Tian Kuang had actually reached the point of invulnerability.

The third brother, Hai Ao, sneered, seizing the opportunity to unleash his palm strikes. Yao Mengying, caught in the entanglement with Tian Kuang, couldn't dodge and could only
exchange a blow with Hai Ao.

Suddenly, she felt an icy chill on her hand; looking down, she saw a layer of ice on her left arm!

Just then, a blazing flame struck down—it was the second brother, Di Wang's, Fiery Palm. In an instant, Yao Mengying could only use her frozen
left arm to block. A shattering sound followed, and the frozen sleeve was shattered into countless pieces,
revealing a snow-white, jade-like arm.

Just that one arm stunned the three desert heroes, who forgot to press their advantage.

Yao Mengying's face showed surprise; these three brothers had indeed mastered unparalleled martial arts! She had underestimated them this time.

Tian Kuang laughed loudly, "Lady Yao, why don't you surrender without stopping? You've seen the martial arts of my three brothers; it
's no joke. One slip and you'll be torn to shreds. Why don't you obediently serve us three brothers
to avoid suffering?"

Yao Mengying sneered, saying, "If I had known your strength beforehand, I wouldn't have held back. Listen carefully
, the next move will decide the outcome."

Before she finished speaking, Yao Mengying moved swiftly, her flying sword aimed directly at Tian Kuang.

Tian Kuang roared, relying on his invulnerable body, and grabbed down, only to find his hand going limp. Looking closely, he realized
he had grasped Yao Mengying's silk robe.

Hai Ao was about to attack when suddenly a stunningly beautiful woman, clad only in her undergarments, appeared before him, her jade-like arms and fragrant shoulders
clearly visible. He was stunned.

In that instant, Yao Mengying's sword pierced Hai Ao's chest. Hai Ao immediately deflated like a punctured
balloon .

Tian Kuang cried out and pounced. Yao Mengying immediately dropped her sword and struck Tian Kuang's chest with both palms.

Tian Kuang's body was unharmed, but his heart meridian was shattered by a gentle yet powerful internal force.

Di Wang howled, waving his palms and unleashing his full internal force, instantly sending a large ball of flames towards Yao Mengying.

The flames swept over, burning Yao Mengying's undergarments completely, revealing every inch of her skin to the sunlight—
every inch of her skin was flawless.

Those breasts were so large, and perfectly round and firm. Those buttocks were a perfect
hemispherical shape , smooth and shapely. Even her most private parts were completely exposed. They were incredibly smooth, without
a single hair!

Di Wang was struck dumb, completely stunned, forgetting the fighting, forgetting his hatred!

Yao Mengying swayed and floated in front of him, slapping him on the head.

The three heroes of the desert, who had once dominated the martial world, were now annihilated. Yao Mengying

stood proudly in the sunlight atop the mountain, like a goddess statue.

Suddenly, she saw someone running up the mountain and hurriedly tried to put on her clothes.

However, Yao Mengying's underwear had been burned off, something she hadn't anticipated. She could only manage to put on her white gauze outer garment,
her skin faintly visible beneath, but there was nothing she could do.

It was her maid, Kexin. Although just a young girl, under Yao Mengying's guidance, her lightness skill
was already quite advanced; she ran up the mountain without being out of breath or flushed.

"Madam, have the Three Heroes of the Desert been dealt with?" She looked at the three men lying on the ground.

"They've been dealt with. Is there anything urgent?"

"Yes, Master has summoned all the martial arts masters of the land for a grand martial arts gathering." Ke Xin
said .

"What? A martial arts gathering? What's it for?" Yao Mengying couldn't help but be surprised.

*** *** *** ***

A major event has occurred in the martial arts world. The leader of the martial arts alliance, Feng Mingtian, has issued a wide invitation to heroes, calling for a martial
arts gathering that hasn't been held for many years. The leaders of the eight major sects—Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Beggars' Sect, Tang Clan, Donghai, Kunlun, and Five Poisons—have all
gathered at Feng Mingtian's Fengjian Manor, each as if facing a formidable enemy.

Within a single month, the Hebei hero was cleaved in two, his entire family slaughtered; the South China hero committed suicide, his
only daughter gang-raped to death; the Central Plains hero's meridians were severed, though he escaped with his life, he was now a cripple; the Jiangdong
hero was beheaded, his wife, "Beautiful Swordswoman" Chu Feiyue, disappeared. Of the five great heroes of the righteous path,
only the Guanzhong hero, Mo Buwei, remains.

Even more astonishingly, the Demonic Cult, the greatest enemy of the righteous path, whom no one dared to provoke, vanished
overnight ! According to rumors circulating in the underworld, the Demonic Cult's headquarters was suddenly attacked by several peerless masters,
and almost all of its leaders and cadres were wiped out, its massive power collapsing instantly.

However, the identity of this powerful force that destroyed both the righteous and the wicked remains a complete mystery to the martial world.

Since marrying Yao Mengying, the most beautiful woman in the martial world, ten years ago, the martial arts alliance leader, Feng Mingtian, has enjoyed
peace and tranquility , and has not convened a martial arts conference since. However, Feng Mingtian had no choice but to convene another martial arts conference, gathering
all the major sects to join forces against this enemy of unknown origin.

Furthermore, many attendees harbored a secret wish: the legendary beauty
Yao Mengying, once renowned throughout the martial arts world, was rarely seen in person. She was considered the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world at the time;
after seeing her, the Emei Sect leader, Snow Fairy, voluntarily relinquished her title, making Yao Mengying
's beauty a sensation in the martial arts world. However, not long after, she married the new martial arts alliance leader, Feng Mingtian, and disappeared from the martial arts world,
a loss that many heroes lamented. As the mistress of Fengjian Manor, she was likely to attend this martial arts conference, and
everyone hoped to see her face.

Three days later was the conference day, but the leaders of the Kunlun Sect and the East Sea Sect had not yet arrived.

The Kunlun Sect leader, Master Fuyu, was drinking tea alone under the lamp. This tea was extraordinary; it
was brewed with snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains, white tea from Lop Nur, and Kunlun ten-thousand-year-old ice. When poured into a teacup, its aroma was intoxicating. Master Fuyu drank
a pot of meditating and practicing fasting.

Suddenly, Master Fuyu put down his half-full cup of tea, seemingly talking to himself, "Guests outside the window, why bother..."
"Still standing outside? Going to stand in the cold wind all night?"

The window creaked open, revealing a girl's head.

She was an extremely beautiful and lovely girl, even the usually serene Master Fuyu was momentarily captivated.

The girl giggled and said, "Sorry, I can't come into your house."

"Why? Do you think I'd eat you?"

"Hehe, no, Master, how could you eat me? But I will eat you!"

Master Fuyu chuckled, "How could that be? Are you a female ghost?"

"That's right, I am a female ghost."

Master Fuyu laughed, "I don't believe it. What kind of cute female ghost is that?"

"If you don't believe me, dare to come with me?"

Master Fuyu frowned, "Now?"

"Right now. It's dark and windy outside, Master, are you scared?" The girl made a face.

Master Fuyu sneered, "Then let's go."

Late at night, a young girl led an old Taoist priest through the forest. An ordinary person would probably be
terrified , but the two of them seemed to be strolling in a garden.

"What's your name?" asked Master Fuyu.

"My name is Huangli, the 'Huangli' of 'two Huangli sing in the green willows,'" the girl giggled.

"Your lightness skill is excellent."

"Yes, not just lightness skill, I have many other skills too!" Huangli winked at Master Fuyu,
her expression ambiguous.

"Where are we going?" Master Fuyu asked calmly.

"Just ahead," Huangli pointed to a clearing ahead.

Master Fuyu thought to himself, if they wanted to assassinate me, the woods would be their best opportunity; in the clearing,
they would have no chance at all.

Suddenly, the clatter of hooves and the sound of wheels turning echoed in the distance. Master Fuyu immediately
became alert , one hand on the hilt of his sword.

A carriage pulled into the clearing. The carriage was quite large, measuring thirteen feet in length, width, and height. The carriage was entirely painted
black, even the four horses pulling it were black. However, there was no driver inside.

"Whose carriage is this?"

"This is a ghost's carriage. If you board this carriage, your soul will be stolen by the ghost, turning you into a puppet! My master is inside
. Master, do you dare to get on?"

Master Fuyu remained silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "I am a cultivator, why would I be afraid of ghosts?"
He strode to the carriage, turned, and entered.

The inside was completely different from the outside. Outside was dark and terrifying, but inside was extremely luxurious and magnificent. But none of that
mattered. What mattered was that there was only one woman inside.

If she was the ghost, then hell was heaven.

So beautiful.

But Master Fuyu remained calm. Having cultivated for many years, his composure was far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Are you the ghost that steals souls?" Master Fuyu couldn't help but smile.

The woman reclined languidly on the carriage couch. An expensive blanket was draped over her, revealing her snow-white shoulders
and perfect face.

She smiled and said, "That depends on whether the Master is willing to give it to me."

Master Fuyu said, "Of course I'm not willing."

The woman was neither impatient nor angry, but said, "I didn't expect the Master to be so heartless. I'm a little annoyed."

Master Fuyu said, "I am a cultivator of the Dao, and cultivating the Heavenly Dao means I have no human feelings. What do you want to do now that you're annoyed?"

The woman said coquettishly, "I'm a strange person; I get hot when I get annoyed." "

If you get hot, just go out and enjoy the breeze. If you have time, you can come to my Kunlun Mountain to see the snow scenery. I guarantee that
no matter how annoyed you are, you won't get hot."

"I will go to Kunlun Mountain, but not now. So now, Master, could you please take off this unbearably hot
blanket ?"

"Of course." Master Fuyu waved his hand lightly, and the entire blanket flew up, rolled up, and landed
to the side.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

The woman under the blanket was completely naked! Moreover, the exquisite lines of her body were like a perfect jade sculpture!
Master Fuyu had never seen a woman's naked body in his life, but he firmly believed that few women in the world could have a
more beautiful body than hers.

The woman smiled, as if she had expected all of this: "So, Master, what do you want to do now
?"

Master Fuyu asked, "What is your name?"

"A name is just an empty thing," the woman laughed. "Only what the eyes see and the hands touch
is real." She puffed out her chest, her full breasts jiggling slightly in the air, full of weight
and elasticity.

Master Fuyu laughed loudly: "Alright, call your master out."

The woman's face changed: "What do you mean, Master?"

Master Fuyu said: "I mean, you are not qualified to speak to me! Call your master out."

The woman gritted her teeth, glaring at him as if she wanted to stab him to death with her sword. But Master Fuyu remained calm,
as if waiting for her to draw her sword.

Suddenly, a clear, tinkling sound came from the night sky, like celestial music.

A hole suddenly opened in the top of the ghost carriage, and a figure fell straight into it.

Another woman. But this woman's noble bearing instantly overshadowed the naked woman, making
her pale in comparison .

"Hongluan, you may leave," the woman ordered.

"Yes," the naked woman bowed, then stepped out of the carriage, completely naked.

"Who are you?" asked Master Fuyu.

"I am Fengxian," the woman turned to face Master Fuyu.

Master Fuyu gasped. Today he finally understood what true beauty was.

It was a noble beauty, pure and flawless, like a fairy descending to earth, yet not arrogant or haughty, inspiring awe
and reverence.

Master Fuyu asked, "Fengxian, what brings you here so late?"

Fengxian smiled, offered a cup of tea, and said, "It's about tomorrow's martial arts tournament, of course."

Master Fuyu involuntarily took the tea, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Haha, just as I thought.
Does Sect Leader Fengxian intend to cooperate with the righteous path of the martial world? Or is she challenging the Eight Great Sects?...Eh? This tea is..."

Master Fuyu was startled. This cup of tea was actually the Kunlun tea he had just drunk, which he had made himself. Not only that,
this cup of tea tasted even purer than the tea he had brought! There was only one possibility: this cup of tea was brought here
after !

Fengxian smiled and said, "That's right, this cup of tea is indeed authentic Kunlun Immortal Tea."

"How do you have my tea?"

Fengxian smiled radiantly, "Because, right after you came down the mountain, Master, our men who were lying in ambush at the foot of the mountain have already captured
Kunlun ."

Master Fuyu was shocked! He didn't want to believe it, but if Kunlun hadn't been occupied, these people would
n't have been able to get their hands on the Kunlun Immortal Tea.

At this moment, Fengxian took out a jade pendant from her bosom. Master Fuyu's expression changed drastically, for this was
a token belonging to his wife, Fairy Xueyu of Kunlun.

"What? You...you really conquered Kunlun? How is Xueyu?" Master Fuyu completely lost
his composure. After years of cultivation, the only person he truly cared about in this world was his cultivation partner, Fairy Xueyu.

Fengxian laughed, "Fairy Xueyu is doing very well now. Not only is she alive, but she's also living a very happy and joyful life.
You should know, Master, that Fairy Xueyu is exceptionally beautiful. Although she's over fifty, years of cultivation have made her look
like she's only thirty. All the disciples of your Kunlun Sect admire her but dare not speak of it, especially your
disciple Dugu Lian. But now they've got their wish, because they've all become Fairy Xueyu's husbands
in just one night. Before I came, I even officiated at the wedding for Dugu Lian and Fairy Xueyu. From now on, you'll be
the first husband, your disciple the second husband, and the other disciples of Kunlun will be the second husbands. Master, are you happy?"

Master Fuyu was furious. He knew that many people in the sect had risked peeping at Fairy Xueyu while she bathed, and his disciple
Dugu Lian often called out his master's wife's name in his sleep, even having wet dreams. As the sect leader, he didn't want
everyone to know , so he turned a blind eye. Unexpectedly, the sect has been breached, and his beloved wife has become the disciples' shared
wife!

"Actually, the reason I had Hongluan strip naked and wait in the carriage was to
compensate , so he wouldn't be too heartbroken afterward. Unfortunately, the Master gave up this opportunity."

Master Fuyu roared, drawing his long sword.

Fengxian laughed, "Master, don't kill me! If I die, when you return to Kunlun Mountain, you'll only see Fairy
Xueyu's corpse. Perhaps, it will still be a very, very dirty corpse."

Master Fuyu shouted, dropping his sword and suddenly pouncing on Fengxian onto the bed.

"Damn it! I'll use you to get my revenge!" He no longer acted like a cultivator, frantically tearing at Fengxian's
clothes .

Fengxian showed no fear, instead laughing heartily. "Master, don't hold back. Do you know
how hard your disciples used when they were with your beloved wife!"

*** *** *** ***

Dongfang Polang, the sect leader of the East Sea Sect, was a mighty man. He once single-handedly slew over
fifty the reputation of a formidable figure in the East China Sea.

Moreover, he was exceptionally compassionate towards women. He rescued twenty or thirty beautiful women from pirate dens who had been violated,
but none of them wanted to go home; instead, they willingly became his maids, dedicating their lives to repaying him. Therefore, the saying "Dongfang Polang
's good fortune with women" was the envy of countless martial artists.

That night, unable to sleep, he went outside to practice his swordsmanship. After practicing over a hundred moves, he
was drenched in sweat, feeling incredibly exhilarated.

Suddenly, he faintly heard intermittent cries for help coming from afar.

Dongfang Polang possessed exceptional eyesight and hearing; otherwise, how could he have survived on the turbulent sea? He immediately followed the direction of
the sound cautiously.

The sound grew closer; it was the cry of a young woman. At the same time, he could also faintly hear
a man's roar. Dongfang Polang immediately understood: there must be some shameless scoundrel raping a woman!

Thinking this, Dongfang Polang gripped his longsword and rushed forward.

The sound was now very clear; the woman's voice was pitiful, a mixture of wailing and moaning
that aroused intense . Dongfang Polang passed through the woods and saw a black carriage parked ahead. The sound was coming from inside.

The woman kept begging for mercy, but the man roared, "What are you pretending for? You slut, moan louder,
the louder the better!" Two sharp slaps were heard, though it was unclear whether the man's hands struck the woman's face or another
part of her body.

However, Dongfang Polang's hearing was excellent; he immediately recognized that the two slaps had struck the woman's breasts!
Moreover, this man clearly possessed considerable internal strength; the woman must be in great pain.

Enraged, Dongfang Polang grabbed his sword and charged into the carriage.

He saw only a woman with her limbs spread wide, a naked man frantically riding her.
And this man was, surprisingly, an old man with white hair!

Unable to contain his anger any longer, Dongfang Polang cleaved the old man's head off with a single stroke.

Only then did he see clearly how beautiful the woman was; none of his twenty or thirty women
could compare to her beauty! And her current pitiful, tearful appearance was truly heartbreaking!

Dongfang Polang quickly embraced the woman's naked body, repeatedly comforting her, "It's alright, it's alright, the villain has been
killed, you're saved." While speaking, he couldn't help but make small,
suggestive .

Unfortunately, it was somewhat dirty; he felt a lot of sticky, thick fluid, suggesting the old man had ejaculated countless times onto this beauty
. That damned old man should be torn to pieces. Dongfang Polang gritted his teeth, staring at
the severed head in the corner.

His heart suddenly sank.

What? This old man's appearance... could it be... could it be... the Kunlun Sect Leader, Master Fuyu Zhenren!

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