[Fantasy] The Witch's Dragon-Slaying Tale (Complete) - 21

Chapter 17 Waiting for Her Husband's Stealing of

Poetry With a soft cry, Shi'er tightly embraced Xiao Er's neck, immediately lifting her hips to meet him, her snow-white legs spread wide to allow him to penetrate deeper. Xiao Er immediately felt much more comfortable than before when he slowly thrust in, and began to thrust vigorously, each stroke reaching the very core of her flower. This delighted Shi'er, causing her to moan and groan incessantly.

Xiao Er reached the bottom with each thrust, but this time, unlike before, the head of his penis could touch the very core of her flower. With each collision, the clitoris on the core gently scraped against the urethral opening, a current seemingly traveling from the clitoris throughout his entire penis, Xiao Er felt an unparalleled pleasure after several thrusts.

Afterwards, he repeatedly sought out the clitoris, and after only a dozen or so thrusts, his entire body was numb from the stimulation of the clitoris. A sudden ache shot through his lower back. Caught off guard, his penis seemed to spiral out of control, a tingling sensation shooting straight to his head. Knowing something was wrong, he straightened his back and mustered all his strength, thrusting hard into her honeyed orifice dozens of times. He felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, his glans wide open, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He ejaculated deep inside Shi'er.

Shi'er immediately felt a burning sensation inside her, as powerful streams of semen pounded against her clitoris. His penis trembled repeatedly, ejaculating for quite a while before finally finishing, the ejaculation lasting longer than the thrusting.

Shi'er blushed, pouted, and looked at Xiao Er with annoyance in her big, watery eyes. She scolded, "Not bad, you're quite efficient."

Xiao Er felt embarrassed and reluctantly withdrew his penis from her vagina. He had cursed himself countless times in his heart: "No...no, Miss Shi'er, I'm not usually this incompetent. It's just that you're too beautiful and your vagina is so tight. I couldn't hold back because I rubbed it for so long."

Seeing his excuse, Shi'er became even angrier: "You get out of here and go to the Fierce Tiger Hall right now. If you don't handle this properly, see how I deal with you."

Seeing that there was still a chance to salvage the situation, Xiao Er quickly pulled down his pants and headed out the door.

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Along the way, the few smelly beggars led Ouyang Lin towards the south of the city. Ouyang Lin remained leisurely and carefree, chatting idly with the beggars beside her. But the people around her didn't seem to pay much attention to her. I don't know if I'm just imagining things, but they seemed to be treating Ouyang Lin with a bit of caution, flanking her as if afraid of losing her.

Xue'er and I followed behind, afraid of being discovered, so we didn't dare get close. We couldn't hear what they were saying, but occasionally we could hear Ouyang Lin shouting ahead, mostly about how the Beggars' Sect's food was doing lately or whether the sect's benefits had improved. I found her nonsense quite amusing; if the Beggars' Sect's food and benefits could be improved, would it still be called the Beggars' Sect?

After walking for about ten miles, we arrived at a secluded mansion near the south gate. The entrance was magnificent and imposing, not like a place for members of the Beggars' Sect.

Two servants were already waiting at the door, and upon seeing the Beggars' Sect members, they respectfully invited them inside.

Only after everyone had entered the inner courtyard did the servants close the door.

Fortunately, there was a large tree next to the courtyard, presumably used as a shade in the summer. Xue'er and I leaped into the tree and hid behind a thick branch, where we could see everything inside the courtyard.

At that moment, a dozen or so people emerged from the house in the courtyard. Leading them was a tall, thin man nearing fifty, his clothes clean and tidy, except for a few deliberately added patches on his outer garment. Upon seeing the Beggars' Sect members, he immediately bowed and greeted them: "Greetings, Young Master! Greetings, Elders! Liu Jinzhai, the leader of the Hangzhou branch, greets you all. Please come inside for a detailed discussion."

But the cold-faced man said, "We Beggars' Sect members are accustomed to sleeping under the open sky. This place is perfect; there's no need to go into your brothel."

Xue'er leaned against the tree trunk, only her head peeking out to look into the courtyard. I stood behind her, my body gently pressing against her back and hips. I felt her soft, fragrant body against my chest, and my hands couldn't help but wander over her waist and legs.

Xue'er blushed, glanced back at me, and then let me grope her from behind. She gently patted my hand and then stuck her head out to continue gazing into the courtyard. "I didn't expect this man, so aloof and unsmiling, to actually have some of the air of a Beggar Clan member."

Seeing Xue'er praise the cold-faced man, I felt a little annoyed and said, "He's just a shameless fellow. Everyone invited him in, but he's still putting on airs."

Xue'er chuckled and gently stroked my hand, saying, "How awful, you married a jealous man. You'll be dying of jealousy for the rest of your life."

Thinking about it, I found it funny. Although she was teasing me, I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. I pretended to be angry

and said, "Fine, you dare to tease your husband? Let's see how I deal with you." As I spoke, I began to grope her, one hand gently kneading her breasts, the other wandering back and forth between her legs. I felt the soft, smooth texture, which was quite wonderful. Even through her clothes, I could still feel the silky smoothness of her skin. I immediately increased the intensity, wanting Xue'er to feel my passion.

Xue'er let out a soft moan and quickly bit her hand, afraid she would cry out. Her other hand pressed down on the mischievous hand that was roaming between her legs, and she said to me in a barely calm tone, "Stop fooling around, what if they find out?"

I grinned lewdly, not lessening the pressure on my hand at all, and even gently rubbed and thrust my already somewhat erect penis against Xue'er's pert buttocks. "I'll touch you, don't make a sound, they won't notice."

Xue'er's face flushed even more, her pearly teeth lightly biting her rosy lower lip as she breathed heavily, "Stop fooling around, you're touching me like this, and... and you're pressing that against my butt... my back, how can Xue'er stand it? Stop it right now, or Xue'er won't be able to hold back and scream."

Although she said this, she didn't make any move to stop me. I understood that as long as it was what I wanted, Xue'er would indulge me, spoil me. Her love for me had no constraints, only endless pampering.

Pampering without regard for consequences, without regard for gain or loss.

Overwhelmed with emotion, how could I repay a woman who loved me so deeply? Only love!

Only by loving her more than she loved me could I be worthy of her love, to become the man she could rely on for the rest of her life.

Seeing her panting, I was both moved and triumphant. My hands, no longer confined to any one spot, began to roam over her entire body. I breathed into her ear, "Don't worry, I have a good plan. I guarantee my darling Xue'er won't utter a single word."

Xue'er turned her head, looking at me with a mixture of belief and doubt. Her bright, intelligent eyes were now watery and pitiful. "Really?"

I grinned mischievously, turning her body around to face me. I stroked her fair face and kissed her moist, red lips. Xue'er realized she had been tricked. She lightly punched my arm in protest, then wrapped her arms around my shoulders and we kissed passionately.

On the tree branch, Xue'er and I were locked in a drunken stupor, and we overheard every word of the conversation below.

The Beggars' Sect members surrounded Ouyang Lin. First, the bald elder spoke, saying to Ouyang Lin, "Quickly, tell me, where exactly did you hide the Dog-Beating Stick?"

Ouyang Lin remained calm, strolling leisurely among the crowd, her hands behind her back, occasionally jumping up and down. Seeing the bald elder pointing and scolding her, she merely smiled and squinted, saying, "Once, when I was roasting meat, it was almost overcooked, so I set it on fire. Luckily, that roasted meat tasted especially good that time. I'll roast it for you when I get the chance, Elder. I guarantee you'll be begging for more after you eat it."

The bald elder's face flushed red, and he pointed at Ouyang Lin angrily, saying, "You brat, stop being so arrogant! If it weren't for the old leader backing you up, how could you have caused so much trouble and still be safe? The brothers in the sect have tolerated you time and time again, and instead of repenting, you've gone even further, stealing the sect's treasure, the Dog-Beating Stick! How can you face the old leader who has been so kind to you?"

Ouyang Lin stuck out her tongue and made a face at the bald elder: "You're an old man who doesn't know his place, talking nonsense! The Dog-Beating Stick was clearly passed down to me by my master. Besides, a bunch of grown men surrounding and bullying a little girl like me, how can you face your old leader who has been so kind to you?"

The bald elder was so angry that he almost couldn't speak. He roared at Ouyang Lin: "You brat, I'll break both your hands first, then see if you'll talk!"

Before he finished speaking, his five fingers had already formed a claw and were aimed at Ouyang Lin. The force of his palm was powerful, showing that he had mastered external martial arts to a high degree. But Ouyang Lin was completely unaware. She still stood there with her hands behind her back, her body full of openings, seemingly not taking the bald elder seriously at all.

Seeing that she looked down on him like this, the bald elder was even angrier. He attacked her face with both claws at the same time, using a killing move.

Just as the two claws were no more than six inches from Ouyang Lin, a figure floated between them, striking out with a palm that forcefully separated the bald elder's hands. The newcomer was none other than the cold-faced man. Upon seeing him, the bald elder quickly withdrew his strength and jumped back.

Ouyang Lin laughed even harder, patting the cold-faced man's shoulder triumphantly, "I knew you wouldn't let him hit me."

The bald elder glared at the cold-faced man angrily, "Even now, you're still protecting her. Do you still want to be the Beggar Clan leader?" The

cold-faced man remained expressionless, coldly replying, "I know her temperament. Even if you break her hand, she won't say a word."

The bald elder said nothing more, snorted at Ouyang Lin, and with a flick of his sleeve, returned to the crowd.

The stern-faced man turned to look at Ouyang Lin, brushing aside her small hand on his shoulder, and said, "Speak, I just want to know what your father said to you before he died."

Hearing the man mention his father, Ouyang Lin, unusually, stopped her usual playful smile; instead, tears seemed to well up in her eyes. "I already told those old bastards in the gang that Master passed the leadership of the Beggars' Sect to me before he died. He also said that the Beggars' Sect was about to face a catastrophe, and that you should diligently practice the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Qilin Breath Technique, and not be distracted by gang affairs. Only if we, his fellow disciples, work together can we avert this calamity. Do you really think I wanted to be the Beggars' Sect leader? If it weren't for Master's dying words, I… I would have…" She

then broke down in sobs, covering her mouth and crying. So Ouyang Lin and this stern-faced man were fellow disciples; their master was Xiang Dingtian, the Beggars' Sect leader, and this stern-faced man must be Xiang Dingtian's only son, Xiang Yuntian. However, rumors circulated in the martial arts world that Xiang Dingtian had contracted a strange illness half a year ago and had been unconscious for six months; no one had heard that he was dead.

The bald elder, finally unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward again, saying, "Young Master, don't be fooled by this devilish girl. She's always been cunning; this is clearly a lie she's fabricated to become the leader. Everyone, don't be misled by her lies!"

The Beggars' Sect members joined in the commotion, chanting in unison, "Deceitful lies! Deceitful lies..."

Xiang Yuntian raised his hand to stop them, and the courtyard immediately fell silent. His words were no longer cold, but seemed slightly agitated: "Did Father say what kind of calamity it was before he died, and how we should avoid it?" (Gift!) "Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter"

Ouyang Lin barely stopped sobbing, wiping away the tears on her fair cheeks and said, "No, Master was on the verge of death at the time, and only had time to give these few instructions. But he repeatedly told us that the Beggars' Sect members must never kill each other."

Xiang Yuntian closed his eyes, looked up, and sighed deeply. He remained silent, seemingly lost in thought, his cold, handsome face still showing no emotion.

The bald elder, unable to contain himself any longer, walked to Xiang Yuntian's side and urged, "Young Master, you can't hesitate any longer. The Beggars' Sect can't be without a leader for even a day. You are the old leader's only son, and it's only right that you become the leader. Quickly force her to hand over the Dog-Beating Stick; it's been half a year already, we can't delay any longer."

At this moment, the long-haired elder, who had been silent all along, also stepped forward and said to Xiang Yuntian, "Young Master, Old Guo is right. You care about your sibling relationship, so for the past six months you've hesitated and couldn't bear to hurt her. But you've already done more than enough. Do you really want to see our sect..." "The Beggars' Sect is leaderless? Are you going to use the lie of the old leader's coma to deceive the martial world for a lifetime? Do you think they're all fools? The Beggars' Sect will become a laughingstock in the martial world."

Xiang Yuntian lowered his head and sighed again, looking silently at the two elders before him, "Then let her be the leader,

what's wrong with that?" The bald elder was furious, roaring at Xiang Yuntian, "You bastard! What nonsense are you spouting? Even if it means betraying the old leader today, I will kill this little devil, let's see how long you'll remain so stubborn!"

With that, he brandished his claws, heading towards Ouyang Lingong.

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After giving the waiter the secret signal, Shi'er came out of the inn. She was hesitating about what to do next. Regardless of whether the waiter would bring reinforcements, even if he did, they might not be a match for the Beggars' Sect, and there were many other unstable factors.

While grumbling about why Li Fu had left without a word, she prepared to head towards the Moon-Viewing Tower. Just then, she faintly heard someone calling behind her. Turning around, she saw a tall, slender man with fair skin and handsome features waving at her with a broad smile.

Upon closer inspection, she recognized him as Zhou Zihe, dressed in a dashing grey robe. This delighted Shi'er. What a stroke of luck to have a savior appear at this crucial moment! Shi'er quickly went to greet him, excitedly saying, "Brother Zhou, didn't you leave? Why are you back?" Zhou Zihe

chuckled, "Well, I hadn't finished my business, so I had to stay in Hangzhou for a few more days. I remembered that Brother Lin and my two sisters would be staying at this inn tonight, so I thought I'd come back to meet them. And then I ran into Sister Shi'er! Hey! Where are Brother Lin and Sister Xue'er?"

Shi'er quickly tugged at Zhou Zihe's sleeve, saying, "Come on, let's talk as we walk."

Zhou Zihe, puzzled, still followed Shi'er with his agility. All the way, Shi'er recounted how she met Ouyang Lin the previous night, how her belongings were stolen, and everything that happened in front of the Moon-Viewing Pavilion that evening before she finally understood the whole story. After listening, he laughed heartily, "This Ouyang Lin truly lives up to her reputation!"

Shi'er glanced at him and said, "What's so funny? I'll let you meet her later. Don't be like my good-for-nothing husband, who loses his soul at the sight of a pretty girl."

Zhou Zihe nodded with a smile, quickly changing the subject, "Sister Shi'er, your lightness skill is so impressive! I wonder

which master you learned it from?" Shi'er smiled sweetly, "Not a master at all, just something I learned haphazardly from my father."

Zhou Zihe looked surprised, "I didn't expect the acupuncture doctor to not only possess miraculous healing abilities but also have such a remarkable skill... However..."

Seeing Zhou Zihe hesitate, Shi'er pressed, "However, what?"

Zhou Zihe, having piqued her curiosity, continued... He said, "However, this exquisite footwork, when performed by Sister Shi'er, still lacks a bit of refinement. Perhaps it's because you're still young and haven't fully grasped the mysteries of this footwork."

Shi'er asked in surprise, "I've been practicing this footwork since I was eight years old, and I've never heard my father say I have any shortcomings!"

Zhou Zihe shook his head and said, "Perhaps the senior acupuncturist wanted you to focus solely on your medical expertise."

Shi'er was slightly unconvinced and said, "You haven't even practiced my footwork, how do you know I haven't mastered it?"

Zhou Zihe laughed heartily, grabbed Shi'er's slender waist, and started running with her, saying, "As I said, change your breathing method, and you'll understand after I lead you for a while."

Shi'er's cheeks flushed instantly. Zhou Zihe's large, strong hands and his distinctive masculine scent filled the air, coupled with his hot breath on her ear, all of which made Shi'er tremble. She couldn't hear a word of Zhou Zihe's instructions on regulating her breathing. The waiter's lingering desire surged back, and her body seemed to heat up again. In

a daze, her legs went weak, and she fell into Zhou Zihe's arms. Zhou Zihe reacted quickly, catching Shi'er. One hand still held her slender waist, while the other, whether intentionally or unintentionally, hastily grasped one of Shi'er's breasts.

Shi'er let out a soft moan, a tingling sensation spreading through her body like an electric current, making her body even hotter. Fortunately, she still had her senses. She remembered that not long ago, she had cheated on her husband with that waiter. Her husband loved her so much; how could she betray him again and again?

She gritted her teeth and quickly pushed away his large hand that was pressed against her chest, her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest. "Shi'er is dull-witted; I can't learn your breathing techniques. You should let me go."

Zhou Zihe, being rather sensible, put his hand back around Shi'er's slender waist. "I'll carry you; it'll be faster that way."

Shi'er's face flushed even more. She tried to pull away from his embrace, but felt weak all over. Zhou Zihe, however, tightened his grip, holding Shi'er even more tightly. Shi'er became increasingly flustered, fearing that she would lose her senses again. She quickly struggled to break free, saying, "Brother Zhou, you...you shouldn't do this. It won't be good if my husband finds out." Shi'er

tried hard to break free from Zhou Zihe's hands, but he simply held her tightly without saying a word.

Shi'er, needing his help, couldn't afford to turn against him. Instead of urging him, she pleaded, "Brother Zhou, please let me go. It's alright if we slow down a bit."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Zihe, abandoning his usual forthright manner, whispered tenderly in Shi'er's ear, "Sister Shi'er, you don't know this, but I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. Alas, you are already another man's wife. My return today is only because I was bewitched, wanting to see you one more time. Who knew that heaven would favor me, granting me this opportunity to be alone with you. I know my place is inferior to the young master of the Southern Alliance. I only wish to hold your body a little longer to satisfy my infatuation; that would be enough for this lifetime! I beg you to grant my wish."

Shi'er, moved by his deep affection, didn't know if it was true or not. Yet, she couldn't bear to push him away.

Seeing him gazing at her with such affection, her womanly nature kicked in, and she nestled into his arms without struggling. She soothed him in a soft voice, saying, "The Huashan Sect is a grandmaster of the martial arts world, renowned for over a century. You are the future leader of the Huashan Sect; how could your status be inferior to the young master of the Southern Alliance?"

She paused, realizing that continuing like this was inappropriate; her usual quick wit vanished. Her mind went blank, her face burning red, but she still managed to say in a soft voice, "It was only because of the urgency of the situation and my eagerness to save lives that I reluctantly allowed you to hold me. Afterwards, it will all be as if nothing happened. And most importantly, my husband must never find out about this, understand?"

Zhou Zihe was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly in agreement. Looking at Shi'er's beautiful face, he couldn't control himself and, taking advantage of her inattention, planted a fierce kiss on her cheek.

Shi'er trembled, her delicate hands quickly covering her cheek where she had been attacked. She looked at Zhou Zihe with a hint of resentment, but seeing the childlike amusement on his mature and handsome face, her reproach vanished instantly. Shyly, she lowered her head and leaned back into Zhou Zihe's arms.

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I only reluctantly released her lips after she was breathless from my kisses. Shi'er gave me a playful glare, panting softly, "How could I have fallen for a lecher like you? Are you satisfied now?"

I chuckled, my heart itching even more at her shy appearance. He pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly from behind. "Satisfied, extremely satisfied. But if my darling Xue'er could help my thing swallow and release right now, I would truly be content."

Xue'er smiled sweetly, playfully slapping my shoulder. "Hehe, go ahead and dream. You're thinking about such lewd things in public, while everyone's fighting down there, and you still have the energy?" I

suppressed a laugh, my hands still groping Xue'er's body, while my eyes followed her as she looked towards the courtyard under the tree.

Ouyang Lin wielded a bamboo stick, engaging the bald elder in a fierce battle among the crowd. They had probably exchanged at least a hundred blows. It was truly unbelievable that someone so young could show no signs of defeat after a hundred moves. Xiang Yuntian had probably not intervened because he was certain the bald elder couldn't defeat her.

The Beggars' Sect members nearby immediately began to murmur amongst themselves. One beggar gave a thumbs-up and said, "I never imagined Miss Ouyang would be so skilled. Elder Guo is one of our sect's four elders, and his Iron Claw Technique is unparalleled. He can easily break rocks and cut wood, and few in the sect can rival him. I never expected that he couldn't defeat Miss Ouyang, who is not yet twenty, after more than a hundred moves."

The bald elder, hearing the whispers, was furious and his claws became even more ferocious. Ouyang Lin had no intention of fighting him fiercely, and she fought while retreating, yet her defenses remained impenetrable. Just then, a white figure flashed between the two, barely managing to block the bald elder's palm strike, interrupting their fight once again.

But this time, it wasn't Xiang Yuntian who blocked their path, but the handsome, scholar-like man. After being struck by the bald elder's palm, he staggered back several steps, rubbing his arm with a pained expression.

The bald elder pointed at the handsome man and cursed, "You insolent Mu Jiangxue! How dare you, a mere six-bag disciple, stop me? Have you no respect for the Beggars' Sect's rules?"

Mu Jiangxue frowned and quickly explained, "Elder Guo, you misunderstand. Jiangxue only wants this matter to be handled properly. Let's wait for Elders Wu and Chen to arrive before making a decision. Please don't take it to heart with Miss Ouyang."

Mu Jiangxue was gentle and refined, his words cultured and his whole being exuding an air of scholarly elegance. In terms of demeanor, everyone around him paled in comparison.

The bald elder was a vulgar man; how could he possibly reason with him in such a leisurely manner? The savagery of the martial arts practitioners intensified: "Bullshit! You think our Beggars' Sect can't survive without those two? Are the things Elder Wen and I said really that low? I've been giving you some leeway because you're a scholar, but don't push your luck."

Mu Jiangxue wanted to persuade her again, but Ouyang Lin pushed her aside. Instead of expressing gratitude to Mu Jiangxue, he angrily retorted, "Get lost in your sour talk! Who needs your pretense? My affairs are none of your business. Go away and cool off somewhere else." He

then turned to the bald elder and said sternly, "Baldy Guo, others may fear you, but I don't. Let's continue, and see if I don't give you a good spanking this time."

Xue'er leaned softly against me, panting as she looked at the courtyard and whispered, "That Ouyang Lin is really something. Someone kindly helped her, but she cursed them out."

I reached out and grasped Xue'er's two soft breasts, one hand even reaching inside her clothes, slowly kneading them through her undergarments: "Don't be fooled by her surname..." Mu looks so refined, but he's probably a beast in real life. Ouyang Lin must have a reason for scolding him like that.

Xue'er turned around and smiled at me, gently stroking my face with her jade hand. "Whether it's reasonable or not, Xue'er doesn't know, but it's certain that someone's soul is stolen when he sees a pretty girl."

As she spoke, she lightly flicked my nose. "If Shi'er were here, she'd probably give you a good whack on the head."

My face turned red, and I didn't know how to answer. Hearing her mention Shi'er, I became a little worried. "Shi'er has been gone for a while. I hope nothing happened to her."

Seeing that I changed the subject, Xue'er pressed her advantage. "You only remembered there's a Shi'er now? She's probably already been kidnapped."

My heart clenched. Li Fu's lewd face flashed through my mind. I quickly shook my head to calm myself, muttering, "No, no..."

But thinking of Shi'er's ethereal beauty, my anxiety grew. "Should we go back and find Shi'er? I'm afraid she..."

Xue'er smiled sweetly and gently tapped my forehead. "Silly boy, what could happen to her with her older brother? Brother Li's skills are so high. It's Xue'er who's more likely to get into trouble if you keep touching her like that. Stop... don't... ah... too much... you're still putting it in... um..."

Thinking about it, they were siblings, what could possibly happen? It was me who, despite promising to trust Shi'er completely, kept overthinking things. I shouldn't have done that. Feeling a little relieved, I untied the thin ribbon around Xue'er's neck, ignoring her swaying undergarment. My greedy hands slipped inside, caressing and playing with her already erect nipples.

Xue'er gasped, quickly covering her mouth with her delicate hand. She looked at me with furrowed brows, her beautiful eyes filled with both tenderness and pleading. I was reluctant to let her go, yet I couldn't bear to leave this delicate beauty behind. I whispered in her ear, "Good Xue'er! Don't be angry, your husband won't touch you."

Saying this, I pulled my hands away from her breasts beneath her clothes. Xue'er breathed a sigh of relief and slumped into my arms once more. But then I suddenly shifted my body, causing her to slide backward. Startled, Xue'er saw me already in front of her and, in her panic, I caught her and placed her against a branch behind her. As her initial shock subsided, she was about to complain when something even more unexpected happened.

I grinned mischievously at her, and without a word, I ripped open her already slightly open white dress, pulled off her loose crimson undergarment, and took her delicate, pink nipple into my mouth.

Xue'er was shocked, her delicate body trembling. After lightly pounding my shoulder with her slender hands, she immediately grabbed the back of my head with both hands. Her pearly white teeth bit tightly against her moist, full lips, afraid that she might let out a sound. She thought about how she would face everyone if the people under the tree saw her doing such a shameful thing with a man in the countryside in front of them. The more she thought about it, the more ashamed she became, which caused a large amount of nectar to gush out from her vagina, wetting a large area of her panties. "Mmm... you naughty husband... you bad husband... you're crazy... ah... how could you do this to me... mmm... stop it... Xue'er can't take it anymore." Her

small, pink nipples stood erect under my sucking. Xue'er shook her head vigorously, still holding her breath and begging me for mercy. I was in a playful mood and forgot that there were still the Beggars' Sect members under the tree. He gently eased the sucking pressure in his mouth, then slowly circled his tongue around Xue'er's small nipple. As Xue'er's body softened and her breathing became heavier, he pressed his tongue firmly against her firm nipple.

Xue'er's slender body trembled violently; though she quickly covered her mouth with one hand, a soft, soul-stirring moan could still be clearly heard…

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As the saying goes, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Lin Xuan thought that by spying on the Beggars' Sect members, his lewd act with Xue'er in the tree would be completely undetected. Little did he know that Zhou Zihe and Li Shi had already followed them, hiding in the dense woods beside the courtyard, watching their intimate display with burning desire.

Along the way, Zhou Zihe had been quite respectful to Shi'er, only embracing her and daring not to show her any disrespect. Shi'er felt slightly relieved, thinking to herself: "I didn't expect him to be such a gentleman. Being born into a prestigious family really makes him different from those scoundrels.

" Suddenly, the lewd scene with Xiao Er flashed through her mind, and her delicate, snow-white face flushed crimson again. She gently bit her lip, then looked at the dashing Zhou Zihe beside her, and a stirring of desire stirred within her. She thought to herself: "Compared to Xiao Er and his ilk, Brother Zhou is truly a hundred or a thousand times better.

" The more she thought about it, the more her heart raced. Lost in thought, she was startled awake by a mysterious sigh from Zhou Zihe. He panted heavily, his voice hazy and dreamy, "A fairy-like figure, snow-white skin, delicate face, smooth breasts—even celestial beings would feel inferior and ashamed before her."

Shi'er looked in the direction Zhou Zihe was looking, and for a moment, she was speechless, frozen in place. Xue'er's thin blouse was undone, her full breasts trembling slightly in the wind, while her lover was kneeling on her firm, rounded breasts, indulging in lewd desire.

Shi'er's face was flushed, and she turned to look at Zhou Zihe blankly. Seeing that he was completely infatuated, licking his slightly dry lips, Shi'er snapped out of her daze and immediately lunged forward, raising her hands to cover Zhou Zihe's eyes: "Don't look! Don't look!"

Zhou Zihe quickly grabbed Shi'er's delicate hands and pulled her apart, lest she block his view and cause him to miss this once-in-a-lifetime, seductive scene. The two swayed from side to side, pulling at each other arbitrarily through the woods. Just then, Zhou Zihe suddenly felt a pair of incredibly elastic, soft flesh pressing against his chest, swaying from side to side with Shi'er's movements. Zhou Zihe

instantly felt an unparalleled pleasure and withdrew his gaze from Xue'er's bare chest, instead focusing on Shi'er's soft, bouncy breasts, now deformed from being pressed against his chest. Seeing him staring intently at her chest, Shi'er realized what was happening, her face flushing even more. She quickly separated from Zhou Zihe, hastily changing the subject. Feigning anger, she pouted to hide her shyness, stamping her foot and saying, "That's too much! I was so worried about them, and you're still interested in doing this!"

Her face red, she stole glances at Zhou Zihe, finding him staring intently at her. She was terrified and didn't know what to do. If she ran away to reunite with her husband, she wouldn't mind alone, but Zhou Zihe would be incredibly embarrassed, not to mention what would happen to Xue'er's reputation. But if she stayed any longer, she couldn't guarantee that Zhou Zihe wouldn't be tempted to do something lewd.

It wasn't hard to imagine that Zhou Zihe was already burning with lust. Shi'er's sweet and alluring gaze was truly captivating, and coupled with her timid and shy demeanor, any man who saw her would be utterly bewitched.

His piercing eyes, like a wolf's, scoured Shi'er's graceful and exquisite body. Finally, he mustered his courage and took a step, approaching Shi'er step by step. Shi'er panicked, knowing she couldn't control herself if things continued this way. Her legs weakly retreated, and she said anxiously, "You... what are you going to do? You promised you wouldn't do anything reckless."

Until Shi'er had nowhere left to retreat and her back was against a large tree, Zhou Zihe leaned forward, tightly embracing Shi'er's slender shoulders. Looking into Shi'er's frightened eyes, he lowered his voice and said, "Tonight, as long as I can spend this night with my sister Shi'er, even if I suffer the scorn of my fellow martial artists tomorrow, I will not hesitate."

With that, he pulled the trembling Shi'er close and kissed her deeply on her glistening lips. Zhou Zihe had expected Shi'er to resist fiercely, but to his surprise, the moment their lips met, Shi'er parted her mouth slightly, slipping her delicate, soft tongue into his mouth to tease him.

Zhou Zihe was taken aback, but overjoyed, and quickly became even more passionate with Shi'er, his tongue freely exploring hers. His hands were also busy, one caressing her full breasts, the other exploring her shapely buttocks. However, for some reason, even though Shi'er had given herself to him, her body trembled uncontrollably after they embraced.

Zhou Zihe lifted his head and gently separated from Shi'er. Looking at Shi'er's unfocused eyes, he gently asked, "What's wrong? Why are you trembling so much? Are you afraid of me?"

Shi'er, panting softly, slowly shook her head, glancing sideways at the two people wrestling happily in the tree, and said in a coquettish voice, "I...I don't know...it's just...my heart is pounding so hard...Let's not..."

Zhou Zihe instantly understood, and said with a mischievous smile, "How about it? Seeing your husband having an affair with someone else must be very exciting, right?"

Shi'er felt even more ashamed that her secret had been exposed, and said coquettishly, "Don't you dare say that! You got the benefit and now you're making fun of me. I'm never talking to you again."

Zhou Zihe, all smiles and apologetic, felt a surge of excitement. With the young master of the Southern Alliance, whom he called brother, right in front of him, he had brazenly made love to his beloved wife behind his back. Even worse, the beauty before him was one of the Seven Beauties of Jiangnan, coveted by countless martial artists. He wondered what kind of good fortune he had accumulated

in his past lives to have such an encounter. The more he thought about it, the more his heart stirred, ignoring Shi'er's pitiful cries in his arms. Imitating Lin Xuan, he ripped open the fairy's red dress, tearing off the thin undergarment covering her snow-white breasts. Instantly, a pair of snow-white, firm, and perfectly rounded breasts appeared. Zhou Zihe felt a dizzying sensation; their size and shape were more alluring than he had ever seen before. The delicate pink nipples were exquisitely translucent and incredibly cute. He couldn't believe that such ample flesh could be adorned with such tender buds, yet the two were so perfectly proportioned.

He reached out a trembling hand and gently caressed one of her snowy peaks, finding it too soft and yielding to the touch, smooth as silk.

He wanted to ravage it, yet his heart couldn't bear to defile it. He could only marvel at the wonder of nature's creation, staring blankly, forgetting what he should do next.

This made Shi'er anxious; she couldn't bear being left hanging like this. With a determined heart, she pushed him away. Zhou Zihe seemed to wake from a dream, realizing his own dazed state. He no longer showed any tenderness and took one of Shi'er's pink nipples into his mouth.

Shi'er let out a long, soft moan, feeling an indescribable pleasure. The tingling and itching sensation on her nipple made her whole body go weak, especially as her snowy crotch became wet again. Clinging tightly to Zhou Zihe's shoulders, her eyes were fixed on her husband and Xue'er, entwined in the tree above. She felt increasingly hot, her breath growing heavier: "Mmm...so good...suck harder...mmm...yes...lick with your tongue too...ah...husband, harder...mmm..."

Zhou Zihe was slightly surprised to hear her call him "husband," and glanced at her. Just as he had guessed, she was only looking at Lin Xuan in the tree. A surge of jealousy overwhelmed him. He released her pink nipples, which were already wet with saliva. He knelt down and lifted her gauze skirt, a move that nearly made Zhou Zihe's nose bleed. Her fair, smooth feet, like solidified cream, and her slender legs rubbing together, were exposed. Her juices flowed down her snow-white skin to her smooth knees. But what truly aroused his blood was that beneath the gauze skirt, there was no cloth at all; her full vulva was completely exposed.

Seeing Zhou Zihe staring intently at her lower body, Shi'er remembered that the scoundrel waiter had secretly pulled off her underpants. Overwhelmed with shame, she was almost in tears, wondering how he would view her now, whether he would consider her a wanton and lewd woman. The more she thought about it, the hotter it became in the flower room, her two snow-white legs rubbing together even more intensely.

Zhou Zihe breathed heavily, his heart pounding as if it would burst. Between her rubbing legs, the entrance to her vulva was faintly visible, the two labia glistening and slightly everted, the soft pubic hair between her feet covered in thick, sweet fluid.

Zhou Zihe could no longer bear the hazy sensation. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted her off the ground. Shi'er leaned against the tree trunk, her legs spread wide, the alluring flesh of her crotch revealing its mysterious veil, completely exposed to Zhou Zihe's eyes.

Shi'er was filled with shame and wanted to close her legs again, but how could Zhou Zihe bear to part with the beautiful sight before him? Shi'er was frantic, yet powerless to do anything, her snow-white body trembling even more violently.

Zhou Zihe gasped for breath, lamenting why such a beauty was another man's wife. Her vaginal fluids, strained by the tension of her opening, accumulated in a pool within her cleft, yet still couldn't be contained as drops fell. Li Fu, his eyes red from waiting below, quickly stretched out his tongue to catch the dripping fluid.

Seeing this, Shi'er felt a burning desire coursing through her body, hastily turning her head away, unable to bear the sight. She glanced sideways, wanting to see what her husband was doing. This glance only fueled her rage; Lin Xuan had already released Xue'er's breasts and turned to her crotch.

Shi'er's heart pounded wildly; she could no longer distinguish between Lin Xuan and Zhou Zihe beneath her. Suddenly, she felt a tightening in her core, her vagina trembling, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out. Shi'er cried out in alarm and hurriedly tried to cover herself, but the honeyed fluid gushed out like a torrent, and by the time her slender fingers covered her entrance, Zhou Zihe was already covered in nectar.

Zhou Zihe exclaimed with pleasure, while Shi'er, ashamed, dared not remove her hand. Zhou Zihe was about to push her away when he was surprised to find Shi'er's fingers thrusting in and out of her vagina. He looked up, about to tease her, but found her still staring intently at Lin Xuan.

Zhou Zihe's face turned ashen. He thought to himself: So she was masturbating for her husband. Looking at the man only a few feet away, he never thought he could be so jealous of someone. An inexplicable anger rose within him, and he said angrily: I'll show you! I'll let you know who's making love to you right now!

Fueled by resentment, he forced his mouth to hers, taking her already erect clitoris into his mouth. Shi'er cried out softly, her moans growing louder. She felt a sharp, tingling pain throughout her body, as if her bones were melting. She quickly withdrew her jade-like finger from her wet, honeyed entrance and pressed her hand tightly against Zhou Zihe's head.

Zhou Zihe, finally abandoning all tenderness, unleashed all the tricks he had learned over the years, biting, sucking, and licking relentlessly. Shi'er's will finally crumbled. She took the jade-like finger that had just been thrusting into her and began to suck on it greedily, moaning incessantly, her seductive charm fully revealed. Only when her finger glistened with moisture did she realize and pull it out, thinking: "Why does it smell like a man's semen? Oh dear! Xiao Er just ejaculated so much inside me not long ago, and I didn't have time to clean it up. It must all be left inside."

She immediately berated herself for being foolish, but seeing the man between her legs still enjoying himself so much, she was suddenly seized by a playful impulse. She pressed her hands tightly against the back of Zhou Zihe's head, thrusting her hips forward, rubbing her vulva against his mouth, and whined in a sweet, seductive voice, "Mmm... Brother Zhou... you... you're so amazing... your tongue is making my soul melt... ah... faster... deeper... ah yes... suck harder... I'll reward you... I'll give you lots and lots of things to eat... ah..."

Hearing Shi'er's lewd moans, Zhou Zihe was probably already completely captivated, oblivious to the difference in her fluids. He thought to himself that she was the sweetest woman he had ever touched.

Shi'er secretly giggled and moaned, urging him on, watching Zhou Zihe's neck turn red as he diligently licked, completely unaware. She thought mischievously, "Hmph! You bullied me, now I'll let you taste the flavor of that lowly bastard's semen."

The more she thought about it, the more lustful she became, unconsciously increasing the pressure and curve of her touch on Shi'er's buttocks, smearing Zhou Zihe's face with semen and vaginal fluid. This was too much for Zhou Zihe to bear; a wave of fragrant, slightly fishy scent rushed to his head, his blood boiling with desire. Dazed and oblivious to the odor, Zhou Zihe eagerly swallowed the semen overflowing from Shi'er's flower chamber.

Shi'er's brows furrowed, her lips tightly pressed together, afraid that she might cry out and be noticed by her lover several feet away.

She held her breath, her eyes fixed on Lin Xuan and Shi'er in the tree. Suddenly, she felt the ground beneath her empty; her body had been lowered.

Zhou Zihe grabbed Shi'er's slender waist, pulled her up, and made her turn away from him, impatiently pulling down his trousers, revealing his already rock-hard penis. He lifted her long skirt, placed one hand on Shi'er's back, raising her fair, plump buttocks high. He guided his erect penis, aiming it at her already glistening, warm opening, and moved it up and down until the glans was completely wet with her fluids. Then he took a deep breath, finally resolving to commit the shameful act of adultery, a crime condemned by all moral principles.

He stared intently at her vulva, about to thrust his penis in, when he was startled by a shout from several feet away. Shi'er, already feeling guilty, panicked even more, her body instinctively springing up as she looked up at the tree. Sure enough, Lin Xuan and his companion were no longer in the tree. Shi'er grew even more anxious, fearing their affair had been exposed. Just as she was about to rush forward to explain to Lin Xuan, Zhou Zihe grabbed her from behind: "Silly girl, what are you doing?"

Shi'er panicked, pressing her forehead with one hand, her words incoherent: "No…I…I need to explain to my husband…but you…yes…you…you go quickly…I'll just say he was mistaken later."

She pushed Zhou Zihe, urging him to leave quickly. Zhou Zihe, however, was unable to do so and was quite conflicted. But being from a prestigious family and possessing a keen mind, he had already figured out the cause of the situation. He gently comforted Shi'er, saying, "Don't rush, see clearly before you panic. It's not us who have been discovered, it's your husband who has been discovered."

Shi'er's heart immediately opened. She peeked over and saw that her husband and Sister Xue'er were indeed surrounded by the Beggars' Sect members.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, finally feeling somewhat at ease. Just as Shi'er was about to rush out, Zhou Zihe pulled her back. Shi'er panicked and forcefully shook him off, saying, "What are you doing? Go help!"

Zhou Zihe calmly replied, "If you rush out now, you'll be telling your husband we've been here for ages. What will you say if he asks you what we've been doing? 'Cheating on a man'?"

Shi'er blushed and said shyly, "Get lost! Then...what should we do?"

Zhou Zihe glanced at the crowd and said leisurely, "In my opinion, with your martial arts skills, you can hold out for a while. We just need to step in and help when things get urgent. So let's take advantage of this lull and finish what we were doing earlier."

He opened his arms, intending to pull Shi'er into his embrace again. Startled, Shi'er lost all composure and accidentally stepped on Zhou Zihe's shoe, pushing him away angrily. "Watch carefully! If anything happens to my husband, I won't live either! And... put your pants on first."

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Xue'er's pretty face was flushed crimson, a blush spreading across her neck. Shyly, she lowered her head, secretly hiding behind me, her jade-like hands already pinching my waist countless times. If there were a hole in the ground, she would probably crawl into it.

I recalled how I had just buried myself under Xue'er's skirt, savoring the sweet nectar of her flower garden. But in my momentary greed and elation, I forgot where I was, repeatedly using my tongue to tease her incredibly sensitive clitoris. Finally, during the last sucking, Xue'er's defenses crumbled; even biting her hand tightly, she still managed a soft moan.

The Beggars' Sect was full of experts, and this low murmur couldn't escape their sharp ears. Wiping my mouth, I glanced at the beggars surrounding us and muttered to Xue'er behind me, "Why hasn't Shi'er arrived yet? It must be that Li Fu dragging his feet again. He's so reckless and arrogant; he's really a scoundrel."

Xue'er mustered her strength and pinched my waist hard again, complaining, "You've already lost all face, and you still dare to blame others. How could the Southern Alliance have such a 'strange person' like you? Have you been this mischievous since you were little? No wonder your father kicked you out. I just hope tonight is dark and windy, so they can't see clearly, otherwise I'll... cough... you've really killed me this time."

My waist ached, but I had to endure it for the sake of face. I rarely saw Xue'er angry; this time I must have really angered her. I rubbed my ears and grinned obsequiously at him, about to beg for forgiveness, when a pretty young woman jumped out from the crowd, waving happily at me and saying, "Hey, uncle, I've been waiting for you for ages!" It

was none other than Ouyang Lin. Judging from her smug look, this was probably exactly what she expected. Although she gave me a headache, for some reason, she gave me a feeling of freshness and purity.

Moreover, outnumbered by the enemy, I could only speak respectfully in a gentle voice, "I had no intention of disturbing the council of heroes today; it was truly my fault. However, my family heirloom was borrowed by Miss Ouyang and I have to retrieve it. I hope Miss Ouyang will return my lost item, and I will leave immediately."

Xiang Yuntian said coldly and impatiently, "I'm in a bad mood today. Get out of here!"

I was furious; I had never seen such an unreasonable person. I forced myself to say, "Hmph! The Beggars' Clan claims to be the number one gang in the world, but they're just a bunch of petty thieves and scoundrels."

Xue'er poked me in the waist and said urgently, "Is this how you negotiate? If we really fight, we're no match for them."

I was at a loss, not knowing what to do, but how could a dignified man like me lose face like this? No one among the beggars spoke, but a murderous aura rose within the circle. Although I was afraid, the more this was the case, the straighter my back had to be.

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my waist and almost jumped up. I thought it was Xue'er again, but when I turned around

, I saw a charming and adorable smiling face. I was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Xue'er and jumped away immediately, a cold sweat breaking out on my back. I was so focused on Xiang Yuntian that I didn't notice someone else popping up behind me. Ouyang Lin smiled warmly and came up to me again, tugging at my sleeve and saying, "Hey, uncle! To tell you the truth, your thing is indeed here with me. If you don't believe me, reach in and feel it."

As she spoke, she pointed to her chest, and one hand even reached to lift her collar. My blood surged, my heart almost jumped out of my chest, and my face burned as I hurriedly reached out to stop her: "Don't... don't mess around, what can you do if I don't believe you?"

Ouyang Lin smiled even more smugly, blushing as she gently pulled my hand away: "So you're the scoundrel, taking advantage of me."

I cried out that I was innocent, quickly withdrawing my hand, savoring the warmth from before, and felt a little smug. I cursed myself for being so lewd and forced my feet to take another step back.

But Ouyang Lin tugged at my sleeve and pulled me back, giggling, "What are you afraid of? I'm not going to report you to the authorities."

I was somewhat amused and exasperated, but then I saw her lean closer, a delicate fragrance wafting towards me. My eyes glazed over, and I couldn't help but glance at her firm breasts again. She seemed oblivious, whispering in my ear, "Here's your stuff back, but you have to help me run out, okay?"

I pondered for a moment. Ouyang Lin's skills were no less than mine, and with Li Shi and his sister not yet here, she would be a perfect helper. I immediately agreed, "Okay, give me back my stuff first."

Ouyang Lin pouted and shook her head, "That won't do. How can you believe a man's words?"

I chuckled, suppressing my voice, "Nonsense! Who's always the one cheating and lying? I'm much more shrewd than you. Besides, how could a grown man like me lie to a little girl like you?"

Ouyang Lin's bright eyes darted around, and she said decisively, "Fine, if you lie to me, you're a dog."

Saying that, she thrust her full breasts in front of me, pointing to her chest, "Here! Take it."

My face flushed red, and I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Just as we were caught in this dilemma, a slender hand flew past, instantly slipping inside Ouyang Lin's clothes and touching her. Xue'er was right next to her, and even though her skill far surpassed Xue'er's, she couldn't dodge it.

Xue'er's graceful figure flashed, disappearing behind me and placing a piece of jade in my hand. She then examined the scripture she had taken from Ouyang Lin's bosom, whispering, "That's right, it's the Mysterious Maiden Scripture. Is your jade correct?"

Looking at the jade in my hand, which gleamed slightly with a cold light, I nodded and said, "Yes, it's the Tranquilizing Jade."

At this moment, we heard Ouyang Lin loudly proclaim to us, "Alright, I'm returning your things to you. Where's my Dog-Beating Stick?"

Everyone was startled and turned to look at me and Xue'er. I inwardly groaned; I had fallen into another trap. It turned out she had been digging a pit for me. I quickly explained, "Gentlemen, this is a misunderstanding. I have never had any connection with the Beggars' Sect. What use would I have for your Dog-Beating Stick?"

Ouyang Lin continued to fan the flames, saying, "Do you think you can become the leader of the Beggars' Sect just by getting the Dog-Beating Stick? Don't be delusional."

Xiang Yuntian had no interest in listening to our arguments and said to Elders Wen and Guo, "Whether it's true or not, let's take them down first."

Xue'er and I exchanged a glance, knowing that further words were useless, and turned our backs to each other, preparing to fight. The Beggars' Sect members slowly surrounded us. I whispered to Xue'er, "Your lightness skill is good; breaking through won't be difficult. If there's an opening later, seize the opportunity to escape, and I'll find a way to get away afterward."

Xue'er said with a slight reproach, "Don't even think I'd abandon you. Whether you live or die, I, Qin Xue'er, will stay by your side every step of the way."

Hearing her words, I was deeply moved, my blood boiling, my heroic spirit soaring. Even with a thousand troops before me, I was confident I could protect her: "Very well, then I'll stick close to your husband. As long as I'm here, no one can harm you in the slightest."

Xue'er smiled slightly and said nothing more. Everyone looked at me with disdain. Elders Wen and Guo simultaneously turned their palms, both aimed at Xue'er. Elder Guo sneered, "Hmph, let's see how you can protect her from harm."

A chill ran down my spine. I quickly moved to my position, blocking Xue'er. My stance was firm, and I channeled my energy into my palms, unleashing the powerful palm technique "Coiled Dragon Seal" taught to me by my second master.

Our four palms met, and I felt two streams of energy roaring towards me. I barely managed to withstand them with all my might. They each unleashed only one palm strike, their strength still reserved, when another palm strike came raining down. I inwardly groaned, but even if it meant dying from internal injuries, I would never let them harm Xue'er in the slightest.

Just at this critical moment, Xue'er shot out from under my elbow, her fingers transforming into swords that struck the two elders' "Jiquan" acupoints under their armpits.

Both were startled and hastily retreated, following the force of my palm strike. Elder Wen laughed heartily, "Careless! I didn't expect this little girl to know a thing or two."

Xue'er smiled gently, lightly touching my little finger, and softly said, "I will not allow anyone to harm you in the slightest, not even at the cost of my life."

Looking into her eyes, I choked up and couldn't speak. Elder Guo coldly said from the side, "Hmph, what a pair of lovesick fools! Today, I'll make you a pair of doomed lovers." As he

spoke, he attacked me with one hand as a claw and the other as a palm. I quickly pulled Xue'er behind me, parried one claw with my side arm, and struck out with my right palm to meet his palm strike. Elder Wen attacked at this moment, his palms striking my side.

Xue'er ducked to block, trying to take the blows for me. But she was young, and her skills were mainly focused on swordsmanship and lightness techniques; how could she withstand Elder Wen's attack?

I channeled my strength into my arm, deflecting his claw, and then slashed at his shoulder with my palm. Elder Guo dodged to the side, while my other palm swiftly struck his temple. My defenses were wide open; if he struck my heart, I probably wouldn't survive. My only gamble was that he wouldn't dare to take me down with him.

Sure enough, I forced him back a step, but I had no time to launch a counterattack. I dodged Xue'er with one hand and unleashed my full power to receive Elder Wen's attack.

At this moment, Liu Jinzhai, the branch leader, leaned close to Xiang Yuntian and whispered, "Young Master, these two thieves are about to be overwhelmed. If we attack them all at once, we can definitely take them down in one fell swoop."

He wanted to offer a suggestion to gain some praise, but Xiang Yuntian instead scolded him angrily, "Bullying the weak is already shameful enough, and you want to win with numbers? What do you take the Beggars' Sect for?"

Seeing that he hadn't gotten any praise and had been criticized instead, Liu Jinzhai said in a panic with a mournful face, "Yes, yes, Young Master is right, I know I was wrong."

Our four hands clashed, and I was actually evenly matched with him. At this time, Xue'er had already started exchanging blows with Elder Guo, but she was struggling with every move and was being beaten back step by step.

I was extremely anxious, like an ant on a hot plate. I didn't care about the consequences anymore, and I gathered my energy in my dantian again, wanting to strike Elder Wen away with another palm. But at this time, I had no strength left. How could he let this opportunity pass? Sure enough, he saw through my trick and pushed me hard with the force of his back strength.

I broke out in a cold sweat, cursing myself for my foolishness; I was sure I'd be seriously injured this time. But to my surprise, Elder Wen's once fierce and powerful palm strike suddenly became weak and feeble, a surge of true energy flowing from his palm directly to his dantian. I was overjoyed; my energy gathering was far stronger than usual. I unleashed a powerful palm strike, the force of which pressed down on Elder Wen like a tidal wave.

Elder Wen immediately realized the danger, but it was too late to dodge. He quickly pulled his arms back to protect his vital points, attempting to use his strong physique to withstand my blow. Knowing he wasn't evil, and that the conflict stemmed from a misunderstanding, I knew I shouldn't have used such force. I

quickly withdrew some of my strength and struck his arms, which were blocking his chest, with both palms.

Elder Wen staggered back several steps before stopping, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. He smiled bitterly, "Good, a formidable young man indeed."

I had no time to pay him any attention; I rushed to Xue'er's side, deflecting Elder Guo's fierce claw strike for her, and then kicked him away. Xue'er was panting heavily, her forehead covered in fragrant sweat.

My heart ached, and I was about to offer my comfort when she asked with a joyful expression, "That was amazing! How did you do that?"

I smiled sheepishly, but my heart was filled with worry and doubt: "That is the 'Swallowing the World, Sweeping Across Heaven and Earth.

' It's the opening key to the seventh level of the 'Formless Divine Skill.' But I had only practiced the 'Formless Divine Skill' to the fourth level, 'Breath Condensation,' so how could I have skipped 'Spiritual Stillness' and 'Returning to Origin' and directly grasped the seventh level's 'Heavenly Guidance'? This is truly illogical. But no matter what, if it weren't for it today, I'm afraid we would truly be a pair of dead lovers."

Xue'er frowned, anxiously saying, "Such rapid progress in such a divine skill might not be a good thing." I knew the consequences of excessive internal energy cultivation; even at the very least, it could lead to qi deviation. But I still smiled slightly at Xue'er, hoping to soothe her anxiety.

Xiang Yuntian slowly approached me, cupping his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you for your mercy, young master. If I'm not mistaken, this Dog-Beating Stick was most likely not stolen by you. But that girl is very cunning, and the Beggars' Sect dares not let go of anyone or anything connected to her."

Seeing that he had softened considerably from his initial coldness, I returned his greeting, saying, "Then how does the young master intend to resolve this? I also have important matters to attend to, and I cannot afford to waste time with you here."

Xiang Yuntian nodded and said, "Considering that you held back three-tenths of your strength in that palm strike, let's fight one-on-one. If you win, I will lead the Beggars' Sect to apologize to you and escort you both away safely. If I win, I will trouble you both to stay and assist the Beggars' Sect in searching for the Dog-Beating Stick until it is found. What do you say?"

I secretly pondered. He was willing to choose a one-on-one fight instead of relying on his numbers, which showed that he was a gentleman and would certainly not break his promise. Furthermore, having already reached the first level of "Heavenly Guidance," why should I fear him in a one-on-one fight? Xue'er beside me nodded in agreement. I stepped forward and said boldly, "Good! Fair! Reasonable! Young Master, please." The crowd slowly retreated, no longer forming a circle, and I stood facing Xiang Yuntian. Since descending the mountain, I had sparred with many descendants of famous families over the past few months, winning or drawing, and had yet to suffer a defeat. But how could I face Xiang Yuntian, whose fame had already spread throughout the north and south?

The arena was silent; even the chirping of insects in midsummer could be clearly heard. A fallen leaf twitched slightly at the edge of Xiang Yuntian's shoe, and with a sharp shout, the paving stones cracked as he leaped into the air, using the force of his fall to attack me. The wind from his palm was fierce and extremely swift.

I dared not take it head-on and quickly retreated two steps to avoid his attack. I gathered my strength in my palm, intending to attack his opening when he landed. Before his feet even touched the ground, his follow-up attack was already underway, covering an area of ten feet in the wind from his fist.

I had nowhere to retreat, so I could only forcefully meet the incoming palm strike, rising against the wind, and unleashing my own powerful palm strike, the "Crouching Tiger Seal." Our palms collided, and

I couldn't withstand it for even a moment. A brute force shot straight into my chest, causing my blood and qi to surge, forcing me to retreat several steps, hastily circulating my qi to regulate my breathing. Xiang Yuntian remained as steady as a mountain, but he didn't press his advantage, waiting for my blood and qi to calm before raising his palm again. I knew my palm power was inferior to his; a direct confrontation would surely result in defeat. I quickly bent my knees, planted my feet firmly, and focused my qi

in my dantian, using the "Heavenly Guiding Heart Method," the seventh level of the "Formless Divine Skill." Xiang Yuntian didn't notice anything amiss; his incoming palm strike continued with a powerful gust of wind. As our four palms met, I quickly absorbed his immense power, enveloping it in my dantian. I felt my entire body brimming with true qi, and I combined it with my own power to strike him. I was overjoyed; in this way, I could defeat him by surprise.

Xiang Yuntian's expression changed slightly, sensing something was wrong, but he didn't panic. He forcefully broke the palm strike, flipped his palms in mid-air, and met my palm with another.

Both of us groaned, staggered back several steps, and stopped simultaneously, spitting out a mouthful of blood. I clutched my chest, rubbing it; my heart was aching. I looked up at Xiang Yuntian; he had already stopped, his legs slightly bent, arms bent inward, each palm drawing a circle in the air, and with a shout, he pushed towards me.

I heard Elder Wen shout loudly to me from the side, "Young man, take this seriously! A dragon soaring too high will regret it!"

I was greatly alarmed. I had heard that this palm strike was unparalleled in its power and ferocity. I quickly straightened my body, channeling my Qi through the "Heavenly Guidance" technique, intending to counter with sheer force.

The palms attacked, meeting my four hands in a barrage of power. I absorbed each layer, but the force was like relentless waves, each one stronger than the last, its power seemingly endless. My dantian had limited capacity; if this continued, I would surely perish from the explosion of my acupoints.

Only then did I realize that the "Return to Origin" stage of the "Formless Divine Skill" was meant to create a separate acupoint, "Azure Sky," for absorbing Qi. Only when the opponent was several times stronger than oneself, and the "Azure Sky" acupoint could not hold all the Qi, would one then store the overflowing Qi in the dantian.

But I had skipped the "Return to Origin" stage and had no "Azure Sky" to use. How could I possibly withstand the unparalleled power of the "Regretful Dragon's Ascent" with only my dantian?

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