Fairy's Dust-Covered Tale Fanfiction Series - Changes in the Storm

Night fell, the stars dimmed, and the city was shrouded in silence. In this cold midnight hour, it seemed
no wanted to wake up, preferring to remain asleep in the darkness.

Opposite to this darkness was not the imperial palace, nor the school or government office, but the brothel favored by high-ranking officials and
wealthy young men . From the flickering candlelight, faint moans rose and fell,
melodious and alluring. The thirsty men, seeking physical pleasure and to make their money worthwhile,
relentlessly repeated their actions. The girls, too, cooperated diligently, silently enduring, hoping that next time
they would be chosen again.

In one of the most luxurious rooms, a large bed carved from rosewood swayed gently. The crimson quilt
was kicked to the floor, and a delicate jade foot stretched out from the side of the bed, its five exquisite toes curled tightly
together , seemingly hinting that the owner of this perfect foot was immersed in ecstasy. Disheveled black hair spread
across , covering the sheets and, consequently, her own heart.

Suppressed moans and sounds of flesh colliding emanated from the large bed, making passing men unable to resist
imagining the exquisite woman inside. Her soft moans, both reserved and
wanton and share her beautiful
body.

The men on the bed, gazing at the writhing body beneath them, her disheveled hair, furrowed brows
, and soft, panting lips, all revealed pleasure and ecstasy. Yet, they deliberately suppressed their emotions, maintaining their own
composure.

Indeed, celestial beings were the most desirable targets for lecherous men; after all, conquering such a cold and proud
woman gave them the greatest sense of accomplishment!

"Fengniang, don't hold back, just shout if it feels good! Listen to those women down there, their voices
are all so loud, that's how you satisfy a man's desire!" Huanxi Fo said, licking Fengniang's small earlobe
.

"Hmph! Hurry up and finish, it's getting late, you should rest." Fengniang
said to Huanxi Fo, panting.

"I'm afraid you can't hold on any longer, after all, after these months of training, years of desire have
gradually accumulated, and even a little spark makes it hard for you to control yourself, Fairy Feng!"

"Ye Feng, hurry up and come up, let your mother have some fun, let her lose control properly!"

"Ah... Feng'er, you!" Fengniang couldn't help but groan, revealing the fact that her delicate chrysanthemum had been compromised.

"So tight!" Ye Feng couldn't help but say after inserting his penis into Fengniang's chrysanthemum. This peculiar chrysanthemum,
no less exquisite than the small hole in front, with its winding passage, miraculously secretes fluids. Its higher temperature
and ever-tightening contractions bind Ye Feng's dragon like spider silk, seemingly trying to force him to surrender.

"Hiss! This back door is truly wondrous!" Ye Feng gritted his teeth, attacking Feng Niang from both ends alongside Huanxi Fo.
Feng Niang's fair body swayed back and forth under the onslaught, one hand gripping the sheets tightly, the other
scratching at Huanxi Fo's back. Her legs curled even more tightly, and her moans rose from suppressed to high-pitched.

"This is terrible," Feng Niang thought to herself. Through constant training, they had discovered all her weaknesses.
Once played with by both holes simultaneously, she could no longer maintain restraint.

Suddenly, an unbearable pleasure swept over her lower abdomen, sending Feng Niang to her peak. Her
convulsing body revealed the failure of her resistance. Perhaps her body had succumbed, but her heart had not—had not
been conquered! While constantly reminding themselves, Huanxi Fo and Ye Feng each roared and ejaculated their
essence. The fiery yang energy poured into Feng Niang's flower core, shattering the defenses she had just maintained.

Traditional morality became worthless in the indulgence of the flesh. Only in this moment was a woman truly a woman,
without thinking of revenge or the future of the martial world. Perhaps this was the fate a woman should bear:
not to participate in the terrible conflicts of the martial world, nor to try to change the impending changes. She only needed to
silently conceive a man's child at this peak, give birth to him, be a good wife and mother, and live out her life—that was
the most authentic thing.

Lying quietly on the bed, Feng Niang silently enjoyed the afterglow of her orgasm. She pulled up the scattered blanket to cover
her which was covered with red marks. She struggled to sit up, circulating her inner energy to envelop the yang energy within her body, preventing
these stubborn little creatures from entering her womb and fulfilling their mission.

The male essence of the Joyful Buddha seemed to possess an extremely strong survival ability due to his internal energy cultivation. Each time, it required a great deal
of internal energy to neutralize it. Ordinary women, if played with by the Joyful Buddha even once after their menstrual period, would almost certainly
become pregnant. However, although Feng Niang's powerful internal energy could prevent all of this, it still took her
several hours each time to neutralize these stubborn little ones before she could finally fall into a deep sleep.

The next day, Feng Niang received a letter from a friend. Although the letter contained only a few words, it stirred up memories
that had been dormant in many years.

"Yesterday, I saw a figure at the gate of Prince Nangong Jin's mansion. Although many years have passed, his appearance is still
unchanged. That person is very likely Murong Yunluo, who has been missing for many years! I look forward to your reply!"

Feng Niang put down the letter with trembling hands, her thoughts gradually returning to 20 years ago...

20 years ago, Feng Niang and many other female warriors traveled in the martial world. They inevitably became targets of various lecherous thieves.
However, compared to lecherous thieves, the collusion between the government and bandits was sometimes the root
cause . The female warriors who were captured often had their reputation and inner strength completely destroyed in one fell swoop, and in the end, they could only die, leaving only
sighs.

Twenty years ago, when Feng Niang was at the height of her martial arts prowess and full of vigor, she fell victim to a treacherous scheme. After
accepting a commission from the government and having tea with the magistrate, she soon sensed something was wrong, but by then it was too late. Her gradually numbing
body rendered her light-footed skills ineffective, the pursuers were closing in, and her body began
to tremble uncontrollably. A surge of heat coursed through her lower abdomen, preventing her from using her internal energy to expel the drugs. She could only
run towards her companion, Yun Luo.

Not far from the inn, Feng Niang used her last bit of strength, kneeling weakly on the ground,
large beads of sweat dripping down her face. But the desire within her grew stronger, and her mind became increasingly hazy. She could
no hold on.

Silver teeth clenched tightly around her red lips, her nails digging into her palms. Reason and body both told her she couldn't
resist anymore; perhaps her innocence was about to be destroyed, along with her
dreams of roaming the martial world, of chivalry and revenge, and of the hopes she had once shared with him in this mortal realm.

Feng Niang nearly crushed her teeth in anger; those

corrupt officials deserved to die a horrible death! One by one, the lecherous thieves, claiming to be officials, surrounded her. Passersby were driven away,
and only shouts of "Officials are on official business! Get out of here!" and a few inexplicable lewd laughs could be heard.

The thieves, grinning, controlled the powerless Feng Niang, shoving various aphrodisiacs into her mouth.
Desperate, Feng Niang could only swallow these drugs like a helpless predator.

Just as the group was about to take Feng Niang away, a burst of true energy shot into the crowd,
scattering . Seeing the bound Feng Niang and the few henchmen lying beside her, Murong Yunluo's brows furrowed in anger,
her emerald eyes flashing with only one word: Kill!

Although these lecherous thieves claimed to be officials, they were
nothing more than bandits and outlaws. Seeing a delicate young girl, they were confident in their numbers and could easily capture her!

"Capture this little wench alive, let her obstruct the government's investigation!"

"Hmph, little wench, one wasn't enough, another one has been sent up. Now both of you will become
the master's playthings!"

Murong Yunluo was already furious at seeing Feng Niang ambushed, and hearing these filthy words, she
unleashed her true energy, stirring up dust around her. The lecherous thieves could only squint their eyes as they charged towards Yunluo.

With a single, powerful palm strike, several lecherous thieves were left with torn skin, broken bones, and screaming as they fell to the ground
. Another strike followed, and even several thieves with considerable internal strength succumbed, coughing up blood and collapsing.

However, despite Yun Luo's astonishing skill, she was overwhelmed by the sheer number of thieves and could only deal with them slowly.

Half an hour later, all the thieves lay on the ground, many already lifeless and dead .
Yun Luo's hair was disheveled, her clothes torn, and her breasts half-exposed, drawing the stares of passersby.

Ignoring her exposed skin, Yun Luo quickly helped Feng Niang up and checked her condition.

Seeing that Feng Niang's breathing was rapid but her life was not in danger, Yun Luo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Slowly untying Feng Niang's bonds, Yun Luo saw that her red lips were parted, her face was flushed, and her skirt
was soaked. He knew that Feng Niang had been drugged and he needed to leave quickly to avoid being surrounded by the people who were coming from behind.

Just as Yun Luo was about to carry Feng Niang on his back, suddenly someone lying next to Feng Niang threw
a large amount of powder in front of Yun Luo. (Wow, Voldemort is really despicable, and he really works!) Yun Luo didn't have time to react. He was halfway lifting Feng Niang and needed to take a breath
when fell into the enemy's trap.
It was too late to hold his breath, and he couldn't use his internal energy to expel the poison here. Yun Luo could only strike the lecherous thief on the ground with a palm, but the thief was cunning and
ran away after one strike. Yun Luo knew that he couldn't delay, so he carried Feng Niang on his back, used the little internal energy he had left, and
ran into the distance.

However, another group of lecherous thieves had already caught up with her. Yun Luo herself had very little internal energy left, and she had been
poisoned by the aphrodisiac while carrying Feng Niang. The pursuers behind her were well-rested and waiting for Yun Luo to exhaust herself, or for her to abandon Feng Niang
and leave alone. Either way, they would get one of them, and they were happy to do so.

The pressing time and the chaotic state of her internal energy were constantly agitating Yun Luo's mind.
She had lost began to stumble and fall. Yun Luo gritted her teeth; her body was on the verge of
giving up, and how long could she persist?

Just then, Feng Niang slowly awoke. Seeing Yunluo, who was carrying her, in the same predicament as herself, and realizing the gravity of
the situation , she could only urge her, "Yunluo, don't worry about me. You run quickly. I'll be fine. Once you find him,
tell him, and he'll come to save me. Don't hurt yourself for my sake!"

Yunluo remained silent, searching for a hiding place in the woods. He eventually found
a tree hollow and hid Fengniang inside, covering the entrance with branches. He whispered, "I'll lead them away.
It's inconvenient carrying you. Take care! See you in the capital later." Before

Fengniang could dissuade him, he turned and left.

A month later, at an inn in the capital, Fengniang still hadn't seen Murong Yunluo. Heartbroken, she had already
guessed what had happened, but the authorities refused to admit it. Despite numerous secret investigations of various institutions, she found nothing. She could only leave
a letter with some silver, entrusting the waiter to deliver this impossible letter.

Back in the present, Feng Niang put away the letter, asked the waiter for the location of Nangong Jin's mansion, and hurriedly
embarked on an unknown journey.

Several searches yielded no results. She then crept to the deepest courtyard, where she overheard several servants mentioning that the prince
had gone to a mountain villa in the suburbs and didn't know when he would return. She also vaguely heard
words like "that woman, after all these years, is still as licentious as ever." As they spoke, the servants began to chuckle knowingly. Feng Niang
could no wait. Using her lightness skill, she headed straight for the mountain villa outside the city.

Half an hour later, at the foot of Biluo Mountain, outside Fengyun Villa, Feng Niang, her legs somewhat weak, hid in the woods,
secretly observing the situation inside the villa.

"That damned Buddha of Joy! Without him, I wouldn't have had to use so much internal energy to neutralize that yang essence!" Feng Niang
complained softly, but she also smiled helplessly. After all, she was still a little irritated last night. Thinking of this, Feng Niang
shook her head cleanly, banishing these thoughts from her mind, and focused on investigating everything in the manor.

By noon, when people were starting to eat and their bodies were relaxing, Feng Niang had a general understanding of the layout of the
manor and the personnel. Just as she was about to leave, a figure appeared in a corner of the manor. That familiar
back suddenly caught Feng Niang's beautiful eyes. Several burly men tied the beautiful woman to a rack and began to
strip her clothes off.

While stripping her clothes off, he lewdly asked, "Does Fairy Yun really like this?
You seemed quite pleased with yourself when we played with you the other day!"

"You lecherous scoundrel! Get out!" Fairy Yun frowned, letting out a coquettish cry. As her clothes were completely removed, her alluring body
swayed before the crowd's eyes. Her legs were bound in a spread-eagle position to the frame, her pearl-like toes constantly being
defiled. The group of burly men began licking her jade-like feet, their licking extending upwards.

Starting from her calves, her fair and slender legs were confined to a small space, her taut skin...
The traces of her love had tainted her. "Yun Xianzi's legs are truly amazing!" Several burly men stroked and licked them,
while Yun Luo, who had just struggled fiercely, now trembled uncontrollably, seemingly enjoying it.

The men moved up one by one, past her knees, their lewd tongues relentlessly approaching the base of her thighs, that most
sacred yet most lewd place. Little by little, as slowly as a snail, yet as steadfast as a spring,
they relentlessly conquered the fairy's heart and body. Seeing her body gradually surrendering, Yun
Luo struggling and resisting violently. But all this only fueled the men's desire, accelerating their attack
.

"Tsk, Fairy Yun's little hole is truly delicate. It hasn't changed in all these years, still so tight and alluring
! And there's a faint fragrance emanating from it, truly wonderful! I can't resist!" A burly man had barely finished
speaking when he pressed his entire face against Yun Luo's little hole, licking, sucking, and gently biting.

"Eek!" An uncontrollable groan burst from Yun Luo's red lips. Her clitoris and little hole were being played with by the invading
tongue, causing streams of fluid to flow naturally, moistening the jade walls, awaiting the impending
penetration of the penis.

"I can't hold back anymore!" A burly man hurriedly pulled out his penis, about to insert it into Yun Luo's body.

At this moment, Feng Niang's cheeks flushed red, her thighs trembled, and she was on the verge of orgasm. Originally, Feng Niang planned to retreat to the brothel first,
and then rescue Yun Luo once her inner strength had recovered to its peak. However, seeing Yun Luo about to be violated, Feng Niang lost
her mind. With a leap from a tree and a tap on the roof, she appeared beside the burly man. Without a word, she struck out with a palm
, taking the lecher's life and preserving Yun Luo's chastity.

But the people around the prince were no ordinary people. Especially these skilled martial artists who had been sold to the imperial family;
their skills were extremely domineering.
Except , the others turned around immediately and attacked Feng Niang.

It was winter, and the icy snow made it difficult to use her lightness skills. Coupled with the burly men's skillful formation, Feng Niang
gradually sensed something was wrong. If she had enough inner strength, it would have taken some time to deal with them, but now
her inner strength was insufficient, and she could not use her full strength, nor could she linger in the formation and defeat them one by one.

Thinking of this, Feng Niang gritted her teeth and frowned slightly, pondering a plan of retreat. Meanwhile, Yun Luo recognized
Feng Niang. Her emerald eyes revealed a mixture of relief and worry. Ignoring the pleasure she was experiencing, she
shouted , "Feng Niang, go! Don't worry about me, don't ruin your life for me!"

The man on top of Yun Luo, seeing that his teammate had held Feng Niang back, felt reassured. His pent-up
desire surged again, and he disregarded what was behind him, thrusting his penis into Yun Luo's body. At the moment of penetration,
both men and women let out satisfied groans, seemingly oblivious to the battlefield behind them, only wanting to be immersed in the
act of intercourse.

The sounds of flesh colliding and splashing water were strangely jarring amidst the tense battle. Yunluo's
struggles and the men's lewd laughter filled Fengniang's ears. The burly men besieging Fengniang were all surging with energy.
Having already stripped naked for their pleasure, they now had erect penises, aiming at Fengniang,
seemingly ready to vent their desires after capturing her.

Fengniang, whose body had become extremely sensitive due to recent training, repeatedly
faltered , and was groped and slapped by the men, leaving her utterly disheveled.

Another half hour passed. The cold weather did nothing to dampen their lust.
The sounds of their collisions intensified. Fengniang's clothes were mostly torn, her hair disheveled, her long black hair cascading down her back,
obscuring the beautiful view of her buttocks. Her long, slender legs had long since become a miniskirt, and with each leg raised to meet the attack, a
glimpse of her cleavage was revealed, drawing cheers from several burly men. Even her surging inner energy couldn't withstand the prolonged battle; Feng Niang
's clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her body, and her constant panting foreshadowed a tragic future.
She couldn't escape, and she was no match for him; all that remained was to collapse in her struggle.

Feng Niang fought with increasing urgency, while the burly men, through constant rotation and formation sharing, though all
wounded , could still hold out. Meanwhile, the sounds of the collision between the man and woman grew louder, soon reaching their climax.

Suddenly, Feng Niang channeled all her inner energy, knocking down several burly men with a few blows, intending to escape onto the rooftop.
But how could those burly men let such a beauty go? Several binding chains were unleashed, directly binding Feng Niang's delicate hands.
Several people pulled together, and Feng Niang was helpless, caught in a dilemma, forced
to contend with them in a battle of internal and physical strength.

In the gray sky, heavy snow began to fall again. On one side were several strong men, and on the other
was a frail woman whose internal energy was about to be exhausted. Feng Niang's strength and internal energy were both waning; she
was on the verge of giving up. Perhaps what sustained her was only the beautiful memories and promises of the past. In her hazy vision, she seemed to return
to the past—the figure covering the tree hollow, the gentle words of instruction. In her dreamlike state, Feng Niang looked at Yun Luo, and Yun Luo,
the fairy, also turned her head in the darkness, facing Feng Niang, her eyes filled with tears, her breath coming in short gasps.

Feng Niang seemed to be waiting for Yun Luo's words, words she had waited 20 years for: "I'm back!"

But only incoherent words escaped Yunluo's red lips: "Ah... Eek... Hmm... Hmm."

With a high-pitched cry, countless drops of yang essence were shot into Yunluo's body. Her slender legs broke free from
the ropes binding her, tightly clamping the strong man. The two reached their climax at the same time.

And Fengniang, amidst this cry, gradually fainted.

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