[Fantasy] The Witch's Dragon-Slaying Tale (Complete) - 24

Chapter 21 The Purple Crane's Fate Continues

Xue'er hurriedly pulled the covers over her chest, her mind racing. Before falling asleep, her husband was clearly lying beside her; where was he now? Where did this waiter from "Wuhu Tower" come from, and how did he end up in her bed? Even with her usual composure and meticulousness, she found it all too inexplicable and couldn't fathom it.

Anger burned within her, and she was just about to ask him a question when she heard footsteps outside the door. She knew it must be her husband returning.

Fearing exposure, and still half-awake, her thoughts were easily blocked in her haste. In desperation, she swallowed the mouthful of semen. Grabbing the waiter's arm, she shoved him under the bed, glancing at the scattered clothes and tossing them in as well. She glared at him and said fiercely, "We'll settle this later. If you dare utter a sound now, I'll make sure you suffer a terrible death."

The waiter wiped the sweat from his face, knowing his husband must have returned. He sneered, thinking, "Do you think I'm stupid? If I make a sound now, I'll be dead."

This man was Wu Xi, a waiter at "Wuhu Tower." Although he was angry after being beaten by Lin Xuan, he didn't dwell on it. In contrast, he couldn't forget Xue'er,

who had shown him kindness. Xue'er's ethereal beauty and every smile captivated him. However, his infatuation led him to harbor lewd thoughts, and he secretly followed the three of them as Xue'er left. Fortunately, having grown up in Hangzhou, he knew the city's streets and alleys well, allowing him to keep up despite being a distance behind.

After lingering outside the inn for nearly an hour, he finally saw the lights come on. He quietly climbed onto the roof and waited outside the window for quite a while. He had hoped that something interesting would happen between the two of them tonight, but who knew that the scoundrel would leave such a beautiful woman behind and go out on his own? How could he miss such a golden opportunity?

He gently opened the window in the corner of the wall and sneaked in. When he saw that the person lying peacefully asleep on the bed was indeed Qin Xue'er, who had handed him the handkerchief, a lewd smile finally appeared on his purple and blue face.

Although he was now naked and hiding under the bed, he thought that being able to have such intimate contact with the fairy was already a great fortune, and he would not regret losing his life for it. While he was still savoring the moment, he heard the door creak open and a person tiptoe in.

By the dim moonlight outside the door, he could vaguely see that the person was indeed Lin Xuan. Wu Xi tried hard to calm herself, afraid that her heavy breathing would alert him.

Lin Xuan slowly walked to the bedside, seeing the beautiful woman still fast asleep on the couch, her cheeks slightly flushed, guessing that she must have seen him in her dreams, his heart overflowing with tenderness. He raised a finger and gently touched Xue'er's nose, then knelt down at the head of the bed, gazing at the sleeping beauty and chuckling, "You'd never guess, our usually carefree and mischievous little devil is actually such a considerate and thoughtful little darling. She was afraid you wouldn't see me when you woke up, so she didn't want to possess me even for a moment, preferring to stay alone in her room so I could be by your side and give you a complete first night. It's truly worth all the love and care I've shown her along the way."

Wu Xi, hiding under the bed, was startled when Lin Xuan suddenly knelt down beside the bed, and quickly moved her body closer. Hearing him mention Shi'er, a picture of a beautiful girl in red clearly appeared in her mind. He was consumed by jealousy towards Lin Xuan, secretly lamenting how he had managed to possess both of these beautiful women.

As he indulged in lustful fantasies about Shi'er's slender, alluring body, he heard Lin Xuan's breathy voice: "Now look what's happened. When we were with Shi'er, we were terrified you'd wake up, and she was as stubborn as a mule, refusing to give herself to me. But now, with you by my side, you're sound asleep, dreaming of the heavens. I, Lin Xuan, clearly have two celestial wives beside me, yet fate has forced me to suffer this torment of lust. How am I supposed to sleep tonight? My wife, shouldn't you bear some responsibility for this? It's not too much for your husband to watch you do these things, is it?"

Wu Xi was listening intently when, in the darkness, she saw the man suddenly pull down his trousers and begin stroking his already erect penis.

Wu Xi chuckled inwardly, thinking that this guy was domineering outside, but at home he was a henpecked husband. As a husband, if you want to have sex, just spread her legs, and it's done. Why be so hesitant? You have two beautiful fairies waiting for you to enjoy, but in the end you can only find that fifth sister to keep you company. What a disgrace to a man!

Lin Xuan's breathing grew heavier, and his right hand moved faster and faster. His left hand reached forward, pulling the sheet covering Xue'er down slightly. Unexpectedly, the beauty's plain clothes were already open, revealing a patch of white skin on her chest. Lin Xuan was stunned, his hand seemingly losing its strength. The sheet stopped precisely at the peak, covering the two pink nipples. At this moment, her snow-white breasts were half-exposed, their beauty adding a touch of allure and mystery.

Lin Xuan hadn't expected this; he had only wanted to peek at the beauty's exquisite figure, but unexpectedly, he had seen a secluded valley. A surge of heat coursed through his face, and all the lust in his body rushed to his lower body. His fingers gripped the shaft tightly, his movements becoming faster and more powerful. As several electric currents coursed through his spine, thick streams of semen gushed from his urethra.

Although Wu Xi was positioned in front of Lin Xuan's lower body, she was still more than three feet away, and she expected the semen to be so forceful. Unexpectedly, Lin Xuan was exceptionally vigorous at this moment, his semen flowing swiftly and accurately, splattering all over Wu Xi's face.

Wu Xi immediately felt her face covered in a sticky, foul-smelling liquid, but unfortunately, her skill was worlds apart from Lin Xuan's, and despite her burning anger, she could only swallow her rage.

Lin Xuan, having released his semen, felt satisfied, but the fatigue of the past few days also washed over him. After hastily cleaning himself, he quietly stepped over Xue'er and fell into a deep sleep beside her pillow.

Lin Xuan's snoring grew louder, but Xue'er remained awake throughout. Lin Xuan's every word and action was clearly heard by her, her heart filled with mixed emotions—guilt and gratitude.

Her soft hand gently stroked Lin Xuan's sleeping face. Seeing his handsome features, his slightly thin frame, she felt an overwhelming love for him, as if all other men in the world paled in comparison. The young girl was filled with spring fever, her pretty face radiating joy and contentment.

Just as she was secretly pleased, she suddenly felt a chill on her buttocks. A cold, rough hand had lifted the covers and slipped between her legs. Xue'er was startled, but fortunately, she reacted quickly, immediately covering her mouth with one hand. Only then did

she remember that a lecherous thief had been hiding under the bed, and her heart erupted like a volcano. But despite her burning anger, she dared not unleash it because of her husband's presence. She could only push her delicate hand away from that wicked hand, about to turn around and reprimand him, when the lecherous man boldly thrust a finger directly into her flower-like opening.

The entrance, already slippery from his previous licking, was now even more wet. Xue'er felt a rush of heat to her head, and before she could react, Wu Xi pressed another finger against her already erect clitoris and rubbed it.

Xue'er let out a soft moan, waves of pleasure spreading throughout her body from her honeyed opening. Her groin was unbearably itchy, and her juices gushed out like a burst dam, soaking her little finger and the back of her hand, making them slick.

Xue'er tightly pursed her lips, afraid that even the slightest sound would wake the person beside her.

Wu Xi secretly gloated, thinking that just as she had predicted, as long as her husband was present, she wouldn't dare to act recklessly. If she dares to make things difficult for me, I'll yell and wake her husband. Then we'll see if her misdeeds are truly less than mine. His thieving nature grew bolder, and what was once a single finger moving in her honeyed orifice was now being penetrated by two, rapidly moving in and out of her already moistened flower.

Xue'er stared unblinkingly at Lin Xuan, repeatedly wanting to turn back and stop this thief's lewd behavior, yet repeatedly succumbing to the fleeting pleasure. She felt that indulging in lust in front of her husband was a completely different experience compared to her affair with Li Fu and his son.

This thought made her feel utterly ashamed, yet under the extreme shame, her core throbbed repeatedly, and finally, after Wu Xi's final thrust, streams of vaginal fluid gushed out.

Seeing that she had lost her way with just a few of his fingers, Wu Xi was excited and smug when he suddenly felt a sweet, sticky scent wafting from Xue'er's crotch, filling the room with fragrance. His heart pounded. He quickly pulled out his fingers and smelled them; sure enough, it was as he had imagined. He put one finger in his mouth and sucked on it, feeling a cool sensation travel through his esophagus and into his internal organs. The sweet fragrance was even more intense than honey.

Just as he was about to put another finger in his mouth, he was shocked to feel a strange heat in his lower abdomen, and his penis became erect again, several times more powerful than before.

Wu Xi was astonished and, in his daze, had completely forgotten that Lin Xuan was beside him. Just as he was about to pounce on the bed, Xue'er had already grasped his manhood in her hand.

Wu Xi was overjoyed, thinking that the beauty had seen his extraordinary endowment and wanted to offer herself to him. Unexpectedly, his lower body twisted, and in the excruciating pain, he wondered if he would ever be able to have children again.

Wu Xi was drenched in sweat from the pain, and before he could even cry out, a delicate hand gripped his throat. Seeing the cold glint in Xue'er's

beautiful eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine, his breath caught in his throat, unable to rise or fall. Xue'er was filled with shame, feeling no pity for his bulging eyes. Glancing sideways at the two fingers still covered in her semen, a surge of anger welled up within her. With a deft flick of her wrist, she skillfully dislocated the two finger bones.

Wu Xi broke out in a cold sweat, his body paralyzed with fear. Though the broken

bones were excruciating, he couldn't muster a scream. He kicked and flailed wildly, but found no leverage. Just as his mind was beginning to fade, Xue'er released her grip and kicked him hard to the ground. Wu Xi's mind cleared instantly. He quickly retreated, grabbed his clothes, and dashed out the door.

Xue'er grew increasingly frustrated, tormented by the fact that her purity had been violated again. Even more infuriating was the thought of having lost herself once more under the influence of lust.

Gritting her teeth, she ran out the door to chase after Wu Xi, repeatedly chanting in her heart: "I must not let him off so easily."

Chen Yunyan was a renowned swordswoman decades ago, but her most outstanding skill was her lightness skill. Back then, few in the martial world could rival her in lightness skill alone. Xue'er had diligently practiced for years, and had already mastered her true technique of walking on snow without leaving a trace. Among Lin Xuan and the other two, Xue'er's lightness skill was the best. Although Shi'er had mastered the peerless lightness skill "Azure Cloud Step," her skill was still somewhat lacking, making her inferior to Xue'er. Lin Xuan was even further behind.

Wu Xi, a waiter, at best only knew some rudimentary martial arts. In no time, Xue'er had blocked his path.

Seeing Xue'er land before him like a fairy, Wu Xi's heart sank, and his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the ground.

Seeing his shifty-eyed appearance, Xue'er was even more enraged. She slapped Wu Xi hard across the face and cursed, "Shameless lecher! I'll make sure you're beheaded today!"

Wu Xi trembled with fear, immediately kneeling and kowtowing repeatedly, saying, "Madam—Madam—I know I was wrong! I'll never dare to do it again! Please spare my life!"

Seeing this seven-foot-tall man kneeling and begging for mercy with snot and tears streaming down his face, Xue'er became even angrier and stomped hard on Wu Xi's chest.

Wu Xi immediately vomited blood. Half of his soul flew out of his body in fright, and he pounded his head on the floor like a drum, pleading, "Madam—please spare my life! I still have elderly parents in their seventies, and I am their only son. Please, for the sake of my parents, spare my life. I will definitely repent and start anew." Xue'er

was half-convinced, but thinking of her parents who had died many years ago, her heart softened. Wu Xi continued to kowtow and beg for mercy, hoping for a sliver of hope. Little did he know that Xue'er was inherently kind; even if he didn't kneel and beg for mercy, Xue'er wouldn't kill him. At most, she would just give him a beating and then let him go.

Xue'er remained silent for a long time, waiting until Wu Xi had kowtowed a full hundred times, his forehead covered in blood, before coldly saying, "Taking your dog's life would only dirty your hands, but how can you defile the purity of a respectable woman like me?"

Seeing a glimmer of hope for survival, Wu Xi was overjoyed, thinking that if he could save his life today, he would have made a worthwhile investment.

He touched his forehead to the ground and quickly kowtowed several more times to thank Xue'er for sparing his life. He then held out his hands, glanced at them, and then put his left little finger in his mouth, biting it off and spitting it at Xue'er's feet.

Blood immediately gushed from Wu Xi's palm, and the pain nearly made him faint. Looking up, he saw that Xue'er's face remained cold and unmoved, so he steeled himself and bit off his left ring finger as well.

Seeing him spit out his ring finger and then put his middle finger in his mouth, Xue'er, whose heart was already soft, couldn't bear to watch. She kicked him to the ground again, pointing at his nose and shouting, "If I hear even a whisper of what happened today, I'll make sure your whole family dies without a burial place! Don't let me see you again, or you'll regret it! Get out!" Still relying on his hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin real-life sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

Wu Xi was overjoyed, his bloodstained mouth repeatedly saying yes, and hurriedly kowtowed twice before leaving naked from the waist down.

Xue'er watched his retreating figure and sighed softly, her heart a tangled mess. She went into the bathhouse, took another bath, and then returned to the room. Lying beside Lin Xuan, she tossed and turned all night, sometimes awake, sometimes dreaming, unable to sleep.

I had a wonderful dream all night. I saw that Xue'er and Shi'er had given birth to three sons and two daughters for me, and the whole family was happily enjoying each other's company.

Then, Tian'er was also holding a child, nestled close to my side. Even Ouyang Lin was heavily pregnant, whispering her joy in my ear.

I smiled brightly and turned to hug her, but found nothing. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the morning light streaming through the window. Ouyang Lin, with her pregnant belly, was nowhere to be seen. After a moment of disappointment, I remembered her various "misdeeds" and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, cursing under my breath. That girl is so clever and mischievous; I must be careful when I see her again, lest I fall into her trap and damage the reputation of my Southern Alliance. Lost in thought,

I realized that Xue'er was nowhere to be seen. I quickly sat up and saw a graceful figure standing quietly by the window. My heart eased, and I quickly got out of bed and quietly walked behind her, instantly embracing her and kissing her on the cheek.

Xue'er gasped and pushed my hands away, her pale face still showing signs of shock. I was slightly surprised, but then I thought that young ladies are naturally timid, how could I have frightened her like that? I quickly chuckled and apologized, "Look at me, so early in the morning, did I scare you?"

When Xue'er saw that it was me, her panicked face slowly turned into guilt. She lowered her head, gently moved in front of me, and gently hugged me. After a long while, she said in my arms, "Xue'er didn't know it was you. I was just thinking about something."

My heart relaxed, and I patted her back and smiled, "Why do young ladies have so many things on their minds? I wonder if you could tell your husband about them?"

Xue'er gently shook her head, then smiled and said, "Since you know it's a young lady..." "You're asking me something that's on your mind? Are you looking for trouble?"

I chuckled. "Then I won't ask. You can tell Shi'er. I wonder if that girl is awake yet. Let's go find her."

Xue'er winked at me and smiled. "You must be missing her terribly after not seeing her all night. Let's go find her quickly." I raised

an eyebrow, pretending to be nonchalant. "That's not necessarily true. I'm more worried that the girl is missing me so much that she's crying in her room."

Xue'er chuckled and nodded. "Then we should hurry. Don't forget to comfort her later."

Seeing how long she dragged out the words "comfort," I knew she was teasing me again. I lightly tapped her nose, not arguing with her, and we took hands and went to Shi'er's room together.

Reaching Shi'er's room, I gently pushed the door open, and it creaked open. A jolt went through me; I couldn't help but scold myself inwardly. How dare she sleep alone with the door unlocked? What if some lecherous person dared to break in? I would be heartbroken.

Just as I was feeling down, I saw the room was empty and shook my head, laughing, "I knew it! This girl values her chastity and reputation more than anyone else; how could she be so careless?"

The sorrowful look in her eyes that night when I misunderstood her flashed through my mind—now, it all seemed like sweet memories. Lost in thought, Xue'er pulled me by the sleeve and led me towards the main hall. As we neared the hall, she turned back and gave me a strange smile, saying, "If you're not eating in the hall, you must have been kidnapped."

My heart skipped a beat; I didn't know how I could have taken her joke seriously. I quickly pulled Xue'er along. Reaching the main hall, I was even more shocked—the vast hall was completely empty.

I searched all around again, but still couldn't find Shi'er. A sense of foreboding arose within me, and just as I was starting to panic, the side door leading to the backyard opened gently, and a graceful figure walked in. It was none other than Shi'er, whom I had been longing for.

My spirits lifted instantly, and I rushed to her side, saying with concern, "You're wandering around so early in the morning! You weren't sleeping in the house, so why didn't you come looking for me? You scared us half to death!"

Xue'er giggled and interjected, "Xue'er wasn't thinking about that. It was just that someone was in such a hurry that they almost broke the floor tiles."

Shi'er smiled, her bright eyes filled with a hint of apology, and said, "Shi'er won't do it again next time. It's just that the shopkeeper and the waiter each have a bird, and Shi'er liked them, so she started playing with them in the backyard. I promise I'll stop here from now on and won't be so playful anymore."

I snorted inwardly, thinking: What kind of good birds can those two scoundrels raise?

But I smiled at Shi'er and said, "If you like it so much, it must be very cute. Take your husband to see it."

To my surprise, Shi'er blushed and replied with a smile, "The shopkeepers are terrified. They set off for your Southern Alliance early this morning. I was afraid the birds would starve after they left, so I released them all."

When I heard that the shopkeepers had run away, I was very displeased and said, "Didn't I tell them last night? How come they ran away before noon?"

Shi'er shrugged and said helplessly, "I couldn't catch them either. They're just afraid of you."

I sighed softly and turned to look at Xue'er. Seeing her also looking worried, I pondered for a moment before saying, "We can't stay here any longer, my husband. Go and prepare the carriage and horses. We'll set off immediately once Shi'er and I are ready."

I nodded and went to the largest stable in the city, "Thousand-Mile Stables," thinking to myself: I have plenty of silver notes in my hand, so I might as well spend them lavishly.

With a casual toss, I bought a magnificent eight-wheeled, four-horse carriage for five hundred taels. I whipped the horse and returned, only to find Xue'er and Shi'er already waiting at the back door. I was even more pleased with myself. Before the four horses had even come to a complete stop, I had already leaped down.

Shi'er was overjoyed, circling the carriage and praising it endlessly. I was about to show off when Xue'er tugged at my sleeve and pulled me aside, saying with a hint of helplessness, "My dear young master, you should at least consider the timing of your display of wealth. Doing this when we're on the run is risky. Are you afraid of not being noticeable enough and being overlooked?"

I was taken aback, my face flushed red, and I said with shame, "It's all my fault for being careless. What should I do?"

Xue'er glanced at me and laughed, "What else can we do? Since you're so wealthy, just give the carriage to any pretty girl you see by the roadside, and we'll pick another one."

I looked at the carriage, reluctantly saying, "What a fine carriage! You gave it away so quickly. I spent a full five hundred taels of silver on it." Shi'er

exclaimed in surprise, clicking her tongue, "Five hundred taels! But judging from the price, it must have cost at least that much. Since we've already bought it, let's just make do with it."

I nodded repeatedly in agreement, but Xue'er glared at me and said seriously, "Don't risk all three of our lives on these five hundred taels. If you like it, we can buy an even better one in a few days. Your husband has plenty of money anyway."

I shushed her and could only nod in agreement with Shi'er. The three of us found a stable nearby and let the stablekeeper, with his mean and shrewish appearance, exchange my five hundred taels for a broken-down carriage worth at most eighty taels and one hundred and fifty taels of silver.

Heartbroken, I whipped my horse and galloped towards the North Gate, when Xue'er whispered in my ear, "Don't rush, let's go see West Lake one more time."

I was filled with doubt, thinking to myself, "Why linger at West Lake when we should be fleeing for our lives?" Then I thought, Hangzhou is Xue'er's hometown after all.

Who knows when she'll return, so her reluctance to part is understandable. Why not let her see her hometown scenery one last time? But as we approached West Lake, Xue'er suddenly directed me to head straight for the West Gate. Because of West Lake, the western part of the city was filled with private residences, villas, restaurants, and inns, resulting in a constant flow of people. This conveniently provided cover for our escape.

Only then did I realize how much more careful and meticulous Xue'er was. After leaving the West Gate, we rode straight for several miles before turning our horses around and heading north.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The innkeeper and the waiter rode swiftly out of the south gate, only reining in their horses after traveling more than forty li. The waiter took out a water jug from his cloth bag, gulped down several mouthfuls, and wiped his mouth, saying, "Innkeeper, do you think we can stay in the Southern Alliance safely? Last night, we were with that young master's wife until dawn. If we get caught, will we even survive?"

The innkeeper sneered, "You're all talk and no action. You're just a worthless life. Take it. Just think about how slutty that woman was last night. If I get to steal from her a couple more times, I'll accept being torn to pieces."

The waiter nodded repeatedly, licking his lips and chuckling, when the innkeeper added, "If you want to taste those big white breasts and that cunt again, you'd better watch your mouth from now on." "Shopkeeper, waiter, stop calling me that. Just call me by my name. You know my surname is Wang, and my given name is Wei. What's yours?"

The waiter kept nodding and said, "Yes, Brother Wei. My surname is Tan, and my given name is Jian. When I used to hang out in the alley, everyone called me A-Jian."

Wang Wei nodded and was about to speak when a woman's coquettish laughter came from not far away. It was soft, sweet, and very alluring: "Sister, do you think the names A-Wei and A-Jian were born for servants?"

Wang Wei and his companion were completely mesmerized. Only then did they realize that a richly decorated carriage had appeared in the middle of the road, no more than four zhang away from them, but neither of them had noticed it.

Just as they were filled with doubt and surprise, they heard another woman chuckle in an extremely languid voice, "It's even worse. You wouldn't give a dog or cat a name like that."

Another burst of silvery laughter followed. Both women spoke in a sweet, delicate voice, their words soft and gentle, a sound that was incredibly pleasing to Wang Wei and Tan Jian, sending a chill down their spines.

They exchanged a glance, both filled with unease. Accustomed to being humiliated, they were not bothered by the women's insults. However, seeing the carriage's extravagance and its silent arrival, their surprise was truly extraordinary.

Wang Wei inwardly groaned, fearing for his life, but still forced a respectful bow and said, "Please forgive my humble name, sisters. It is truly unbearable to offend your ears. I will leave now to avoid upsetting you." He winked

at Tan Jian, then picked up the reins and tried to go around them. However, no matter how much he slapped the reins, neither horse moved. Finally, their hooves gave way, and they collapsed to the ground. Wang Wei and Tan Jian tumbled off, their faces ashen.

At that moment, a fair hand reached out from inside the carriage and gently opened the beaded curtain. A woman dressed in a pale yellow blouse slowly stepped out.

Wang Wei and his companion's hearts skipped a beat, their already pale faces flushing crimson. She appeared to be only twenty-four or twenty-five, her delicate and pretty face already strikingly beautiful, further enhanced by a serene and refined air, making her appear even more elegant and otherworldly. Two strands of her dark hair hung straight down her temples, her forehead swept back, revealing her slender and smooth face without any concealment.

The woman in yellow leaned against the carriage door, giving Wang Wei a gentle smile, saying, "You shameless old man! I'm only in my early twenties, and you're already calling me 'sister'? Do you think I look older than you?"

Wang Wei and his companion chuckled, each word penetrating their ears, leaving them feeling as if they had turned to mush, their minds spinning in a daze.

The woman in yellow continued to smile gently, crossing her jade-like feet and placing them on the carriage seat, causing her pale yellow skirt to slide open to reveal a pair of long, porcelain-like legs.

Wang Wei and his companion gasped, their senses reeling and spinning. They secretly admired the beauty of her feet, thinking they were even more beautiful than Miss Shi'er's. They noticed a slit in the side of her thin skirt, extending all the way down to her buttocks. Between her crossed legs, they could vaguely see a pair of colorful butterflies embroidered on the inside of her fair right thigh, dancing and chasing each other.

The butterflies were vibrant and lifelike, their colors enhancing her snow-white skin and making her incomparably beautiful. As if possessed by a bewitching allure, the two men couldn't tear their gazes away from the butterflies' graceful movements.

The woman in yellow blushed slightly, chuckled, and lifted her skirt to cover her jade-like feet. She gently stroked her hair at her temple and said in a sweet voice, "With your meager skills, you two couldn't possibly kill Duan Tianhu. Tell me who did it." Wang

Wei and his companion stared blankly, their expressions vacant, and replied, "It was done by Lin Xuan, the young master of the Southern Alliance, and his two wives."

The woman in yellow raised an eyebrow, turned her head to the carriage, and smiled, "Now look what's happened, even the Southern Alliance has been dragged into this."

The woman inside the carriage sighed softly, lifted the beaded curtain, and stepped out. She was voluptuous and tall, a stunning beauty, but compared to the woman in yellow's gentle elegance, she possessed a more alluring and seductive charm. Her beautiful hair was all piled up at the back of her head, with only a pair of silver hairpins inserted in the hair. A few strands of hair casually fell behind her ears and temples, not appearing messy, but rather making her even more charming and lovely.

A long, sheer, ink-black veil revealed her nakedness beneath, only a blue silk undergarment with red trim casually draped over her shoulders, threatening to slip off, alluringly alluring. Her waist was incredibly slender, her breasts full and round; even the undergarment couldn't completely conceal them, the white flesh rising in two snowy peaks, truly captivating.

Embroidered on her overflowing left breast were two intertwined roses, one budding, the other in full bloom, falling between her breasts, flaunting their delicate beauty and enchanting allure.

The alluring woman glanced at Wang Wei and his companion, lazily saying, "Duan Tianhu has no grudge against the Southern Alliance. How do you two know they are members of the Southern Alliance? Could you leave some proof?"

After the woman in yellow fell silent, Wang Wei and his companion seemed to clear their heads somewhat. But when they saw the alluring woman's dreamlike eyes, they immediately became impulsive again. His pupils slowly dilated, his face blank, and he spoke as if propelled by a machine. His eyes remained fixed on the alluring woman's hazy gaze as he said, "He once wrote a letter ordering us to seek refuge with the Southern Alliance to avoid bloodshed."

The alluring woman snorted coldly and held out her hand, saying, "If I were so determined, what use would it be for you two to escape to the ends of the earth? Let me see it."

Wang Wei hurriedly reached into his robes, took out the letter Lin Xuan had given him the previous night, and handed it to her. The alluring woman gently opened it, glanced at it, and then handed it back to the woman in yellow, her expression extremely grave.

The woman in yellow looked at the letter for a while, then her eyes lit up. She carefully folded it and returned it to Wang Wei, chuckling, "Besides this young master, have any other figures from the Southern Alliance arrived?"

Wang Wei slowly shook his head, his eyes still fixed, and said, "It seems there are only these three; I haven't seen anyone else."

The alluring woman's expression softened slightly. She let out a long breath and said, "Just a few rats; they're not worth worrying about. Let's focus all our attention on Zhong Jiu and his group. Feng Qingyun's personal disciple is no ordinary person."

The woman in yellow looked up at the sky, a smile still playing on her lips, but she remained wary, saying, "Zhong Jiu..." "Having gained such a powerful ally is indeed something we must be wary of."

A hint of murderous intent flashed in both of their eyes. After a moment of silence, the woman in yellow said, "As for these two rats, I wonder

what you intend to do with them, sister." The alluring woman gently tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and smiled sweetly, "I saw your eyes sparkle just now, and I knew you already had a plan. I wonder if you and I have the same idea."

The woman in yellow smiled, arched her left leg, and let her skirt gradually slip down, revealing her slender, jade-like feet and her pair of colorful butterfly feet once again. They swayed in the morning light, truly beautiful and alluring to the extreme.

With a slight smile, she reached her slender hand to the inside of her thigh, gently placing it on the pair of butterfly-shaped hairpins and stroking them back and forth. "They must not be in the same place. Sister, you are wise beyond compare. Mei'er's plan is probably a hundred times inferior. How dare I compare to you?"

The alluring woman smiled charmingly and lightly tapped Mei'er's smooth and shiny forehead. "Little vixen, regardless of your intelligence, your little mouth alone has already bewitched countless men. I suppose you are unwilling to speak, yet you are hoping that sister will use her powers to 'seed' these two rats with enchantment." Mei'er

's cheeks flushed instantly. She glanced shyly at the alluring woman, then gently touched her forehead and timidly smiled, "How could Mei'er dare to use such petty tricks in front of you, sister? I just had too much fun at the Tiger Hall last night and am a little tired this morning. Please don't take it to heart, sister."

The alluring woman glanced at her, but her tone became even more charming, "Even if you tried every trick in the book to be lazy, even if you weren't, I wouldn't dare to take it to heart. After all, you are the master's most favored first female strategist."

Mei'er smiled sweetly but did not reply. She lifted the beaded curtain, rose, and entered the carriage. After a moment, she said in a coquettish voice, "Mei'er has rested. I

'll leave everything to you, sister." The alluring woman gave a light snort, glanced into the carriage, then at Wang Wei and his companion who were standing there dumbfounded, and said, "You lowly things, come with me into the carriage."

Wang Wei and his companion, like two puppets on strings, were controlled by the alluring woman and followed her into the carriage in a daze.

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- On the journey west, Zhou Zihe had been separated from Lin Xuan and the others for several days. Every time he thought of Shi'er's beauty, he couldn't help but sigh with sorrow and longing. But it was painful to see that the beauty was already another man's wife. Even if he thought of her every day, what could he do?

Thus, for several days he was in a daze, only thinking about returning to the mountain as soon as possible, so that he could put aside his personal feelings and focus on managing the Huashan Sect, bringing glory to the family and repaying his father's kindness.

Zhou Zihe was a prodigy, unparalleled not only in the Huashan Sect but also in the entire martial arts world.

He was also incredibly diligent in his training, always traveling on foot after descending the mountain, refusing to use boats or horses even in rainy nights or freezing winters. It was this indomitable spirit that forged his current achievements.

After several days of rapid walking, an ordinary person would likely have collapsed from exhaustion. However, Huashan's lightness skill was renowned throughout the martial arts world, and his internal energy cultivation had reached a truly masterful level. Thus, after several days of running, he remained tireless. One day, passing

through Nanjing, only a dozen miles from the south gate of the old capital, he thought of how he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in days and was about to rush into the city to find an inn to rest for the night when he faintly heard the sounds of fighting in the distance.

Zhou Zihe's chivalrous spirit was immediately roused; he feared that innocent children were being harmed. Without a second thought, he rushed towards the source of the sound.

After traveling about fifty paces, he indeed saw eight men wielding knives surrounding a girl in purple. Upon closer inspection, his heart pounded wildly; this woman was none other than the stunningly beautiful woman he had seen at the Hangzhou inn.

Chapter 22 The Allure of the Mysterious Maiden

Even now, she remained ethereal and breathtakingly beautiful. Despite being surrounded by several people, an air of cold arrogance lingered on her face as she stood gracefully, showing no fear whatsoever.

Zhou Zihe was overjoyed. His parting at the inn that day had already filled him with regret. He never expected that heaven would finally open its eyes and allow him to see the person of his dreams again.

At this moment, he had no time to discern the reasons or right and wrong. With a loud shout, he leaped into the crowd. With a casual turn, he knocked one of them to the ground.

The remaining seven were greatly surprised, all thinking that the girl had come to their aid. They raised their blades and attacked Zhou Zihe simultaneously. The girl in purple was also startled. When she saw that the person who came was Zhou Zihe, she exclaimed in astonishment, "It's...it's you!"

Zhou Zihe smiled and nodded slightly to the girl in purple. He then unleashed his fist and palm, his movements extremely elegant.

Despite fighting seven opponents alone, he remained composed, his attacks and defenses airtight. He unleashed a torrent of inner energy from his palms, neutralizing the force of the blades; the seven gleaming silver blades were utterly useless against his bare hands. "Ah," "Ah," two more men collapsed to the ground.

Of the remaining five, four were dressed in blue, and one in white. The man in white seemed to be their leader, and his skill was far superior to the other four. Realizing the unfavorable situation, the five hastily retreated several steps. The man in white sheathed his sword, clasped his hands, and said, "I am Zhou Ze, the fourth master of the 'Seven Blades Sect' of Guangxi. May I ask your name, young hero?"

Zhou Zihe clasped his hands and said, "I wouldn't dare. I am Zhou Zihe from the Huashan Sect." The

five were all startled, exchanging bewildered glances for a long time. Zhou Ze then said, "The Huashan Sect is a renowned and righteous sect in the martial arts world, and Young Hero Zhou is one of its most outstanding members. For years, you have upheld justice and righteousness, and are known throughout the martial arts world. We greatly admire you. But we don't know why Young Hero Zhou would associate with this vixen?"

Seeing that his words were appropriate, and considering the "Seven Blades Sect's" reputation for chivalry in the martial arts world, Zhou Zihe immediately abandoned his hostile intent and was about to reply when the purple-clad... The young girl spoke first: "Brother Zhou is my friend, and he has a heart full of righteousness. How could he stand by and watch a bunch of shameless scoundrels ruin my reputation?"

Zhou Ze pointed at her and angrily said, "Little vixen, don't spew nonsense. My 'Seven Blades Sect' is irreconcilably opposed to you. If we can't subdue you today, I'll inform everyone in the sect, and we'll definitely have you beheaded..."

The girl in purple smiled sweetly at Zhou Ze, her dimples slightly appearing on her cheeks. Her eyes held a hint of coquettishness and a hint of pity, and her alluring gaze made Zhou Ze blush, unsure whether it was anger or embarrassment. Even the vulgar words he was about to utter were swallowed back down his throat.

Zhou Zihe stood beside the girl in purple, the two no more than three inches apart. He could faintly smell a delicate fragrance carried on the breeze, like orchids and musk, incomparably sweet. The scent wafted into his nose, causing a jolt to his soul, as if a long-parched land had been bathed in spring rain, or as a bonfire had warmed him after a long winter.

He couldn't help but stare at her, mesmerized. To his surprise, the girl in purple also turned and looked at him, her bright eyes sparkling, utterly captivating. Their eyes met, and both were startled. The girl in purple quickly buried her face in her hands, biting her lip and giggling shyly, her blushing cheeks driving Zhou Zihe wild.

A warmth spread through his palm, and in his daze, he realized that the girl in purple had reached out and grasped his hand with a soft, snow-white one. Zhou Zihe felt dizzy and his heart pounded like a deer's. His face flushed, he stole another glance at her, only to see her raise an eyebrow, lift her head, and smile at Zhou Ze, saying, "Then this little lady will follow Brother Zhou every day. I'll see what your mere 'Seven Blades Sect' can do to me." The

purple-clad girl's ethereal beauty had already driven Zhou Zihe mad, and now, hearing the hidden tenderness in her words, his heart pounded wildly.

Zhou Ze and the others knew that this girl's relationship with Zhou Zihe was far from ordinary, and that capturing her today was impossible. They glared fiercely at the purple-clad girl and prepared to retreat.

Before the five could disperse, the purple-clad girl gently squeezed Zhou Zihe's palm and said, "These bad guys, don't let them get away."

Zhou Zihe was completely captivated; at this moment, he would gladly face any danger, even death, to capture these five.

In a swift movement, she stood in front of Zhou Ze, her right hand guiding his fingers, her left hand forming a finger, effortlessly striking several acupoints on his body.

Zhou Ze was secretly shocked. He saw that the young man's moves were ethereal and graceful, as slow as clouds, yet he himself was powerless to resist. He never imagined that after decades of hard training, he couldn't even last a single round against a young man. He couldn't help but admire Zhou Zihe even more. While he was thinking, he heard several cries of pain. He quickly glanced over and saw four disciples lying on the ground, unable to get up. They must have met with misfortune. Overwhelmed with grief and anger, he couldn't help but curse, "You filthy bitch, I, Zhou Ze, will never let you live! I will tear you to pieces!"

Zhou Zihe was also shocked. When he arrived at the purple-clad girl's side, all four blue-clad men had already been struck by her vital points and were dead.

Zhou Zihe frowned, about to express his displeasure, when he saw the girl in purple approach Zhou Ze. With a gentle smile, she whispered something in his ear, which even Zhou Zihe, with his profound internal energy, could only vaguely make out: "Not bad…

Sect Leader…"

Zhou Zihe was about to move closer to listen more closely when he saw Zhou Ze's eyebrows furrowed, his eyes wide with anger. Upon closer inspection, he realized

Zhou Ze was already lifeless. Zhou Zihe was enraged and shouted at the girl in purple, "How could you kill so wantonly? What grudge did they hold against you that you had to kill them?"

The girl in purple paused slightly, looking at Zhou Zihe, her eyes already reddening. With a flick of her sleeve, she ignored him and left alone.

Zhou Zihe saw her shapely hips swaying with her steps, a captivating allure that drew his gaze, making it impossible to look away.

A pang of sadness shot through Zhou Zihe's heart; he inwardly cursed himself for being so rude and disrespectful to such a beautiful woman. These people are neither good nor evil. She must have her reasons for killing them so ruthlessly. I don't know the reason, so how can I blame her?

He looked down at Zhou Ze, who was slumped on the ground, his eyes wide open in death, and shook his head with a slight sigh. Seeing that the girl in purple was about to walk away, he quickly left Zhou Ze behind and took a step to catch up with her, staying close to her side. The girl in purple smiled secretly when she saw him chasing after her, but still looked at him sternly and said, "You are the future leader of the Huashan Sect, renowned in the martial arts world. Isn't it inappropriate for you to follow someone like me who kills innocent people indiscriminately?"

Zhou Zihe smiled shyly and said with a red face, "I... I'm afraid you'll run into bad people again."

The girl in purple stopped and turned to look at Zhou Zihe, saying, "Then let me fend for myself. Anyway, I'm a bad person."

Zhou Zihe chuckled and said shamelessly, "A person as beautiful as you..." "How could they be villains? Everything just now was my fault. I apologize to you, young lady."

The girl in purple pouted slightly, her smooth, pert nose wrinkling slightly at Zhou Zihe. "You said everything. How do you know I killed indiscriminately? You can tell at a glance whether they are good or bad? If you're so capable, why don't you teach this humble girl so I can see what kind of person you are?"

Zhou Zihe was speechless. He hadn't expected that when he first met her, she had been a gentle, elegant, and dignified young lady from a wealthy family. Now, however, she was quick-witted, charming, and adorable. But no matter her demeanor, he was captivated by her and deeply in love.

Seeing him still staring blankly at her, the girl in purple blushed and lowered her head silently, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Do I have flowers growing on my face? What's so interesting about that?"

Seeing her shy expression, Zhou Zihe's lust only intensified. After a long pause, he stammered, "You...you're much prettier than a flower." As soon as

he said it, he regretted it, inwardly cursing himself for being so frivolous. Shi'er was another man's wife; if he couldn't flirt with her, he could simply part ways and never see her again. But this woman was all alone, and he already harbored the intention of marrying her properly, hence his many plans.

Just as he was about to speak to salvage the situation, the girl in purple covered her mouth and chuckled, "You think you can be so nonchalant just by saying nice things? Don't be fooled by my seemingly well-mannered demeanor last time; I'm actually quite petty."

Zhou Zihe was overjoyed. He could tell from her words that she no longer blamed him, but after stammering for a while, he was too happy to say anything. Usually quick-witted and eloquent, he found his mind completely blank in front of this woman.

Seeing his infatuated expression, the girl in purple chuckled and said, "Alright, let's put that aside for now. I'll figure out a way to deal with you later. I've been bothered by those flies all day, and I'm starving. Why don't you treat me to a meal first? If I enjoy it, I might just forgive you."

Zhou Zihe smiled broadly and nodded repeatedly, saying, "The regret I had in Hangzhou that day has unexpectedly come true today. To be able to dine and drink with you, young lady, is something I've always dreamed of."

The girl in purple glanced at him and giggled, "You're quite the smooth talker. I thought you were so handsome and polite the other day, but it turns out you're a bad boy." Zhou

Zihe chuckled without speaking, but he already understood the unspoken meaning in her words. It turned out that her initial impression of him was quite good. After a moment of hesitation, he realized with a start that although he had long admired the beauty, he didn't even know her name. He quickly bowed and said, "Look at how forgetful I am! I don't even know how to address you, young lady."

The girl in purple smiled sweetly, her pretty face blooming like a hundred flowers. She turned and walked forward on her own, a slight smile playing on her lips, seemingly coquettish, "Didn't you hear them call me 'Little Demoness'? You can call me that too."

Zhou Zihe shook his head helplessly, knowing she was still blaming him for angering her and causing her to kill someone earlier. So he didn't press her further and quickly caught up with her. The two walked side by side, chatting and laughing, finding themselves very compatible. Zhou Zihe felt even more deeply attracted to her. Looking down, he saw her slender, jade-like fingers, faintly visible beneath her sleeves, and his heart pounded again. He gritted his teeth, mustered his courage, and reached out to grasp her hand. It felt soft and boneless, smooth as silk, and a surge of ecstasy rose in his chest. The girl in purple trembled slightly, a hint of joy appearing in her eyes. Her face flushed with shyness, she allowed him to hold her hand, their fingers intertwined as they slowly headed towards Nanjing.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The short journey of a dozen miles took them over an hour, but Zhou Zihe wished this road would never end; he would gladly walk it for a lifetime.

Upon entering the city, they found a decent inn and settled in. Zhou Zihe intended to dine in the lobby, but the girl in purple refused to show herself.

Zhou Zihe thought her enemies might still be nearby, and it was too private to ask now. He would inquire later, when their relationship was closer. He pondered how to protect her, how to become a safe haven for her.

Seeing Zhou Zihe staring at her in a daze, the girl in purple blushed again, her fair cheeks turning a delicate red. She lowered her head and gently tugged at Zhou Zihe's little finger, saying, "You should think of something, I'm starving."

Exhausted from the journey, even with his superior internal energy, Zhou Zihe was also ravenously hungry. After thinking for a while, he scratched his head and stammered, "How about...how about we get a superior room, we...we..."

He murmured for a long time, unable to finish his sentence, his heart churning with turmoil. Afraid that his beloved would misunderstand, he swallowed back the terrible idea he had just come up with, his face turning red with shame.

The girl in purple smiled mysteriously, her dimples appearing and disappearing on her cheeks, making her even more beautiful. A delicate finger lightly tapped Zhou Zihe's flushed face as she said, "You're thinking about something naughty..."

Zhou Zihe's eyes widened, and he waved his hands frantically, saying, "No... I wouldn't dare, please don't misunderstand, miss. If you don't want to, we'll have two rooms. You eat yours, and I'll eat mine."

The girl in purple, seeing Zhou Zihe's panicked state, couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, "Alright, just like you said, you eat yours, and I'll eat mine. If you dare step into my room, I'll make you regret it."

Zhou Zihe felt a pang of disappointment, but still nodded in agreement.

They casually ordered two adjacent superior rooms. Zhou Zihe no longer dared to hold the girl in purple's hand, but simply followed behind her, watching her enter the room without looking back and close the door.

Zhou Zihe felt a pang of bitterness, thinking of the girl in purple's ethereal beauty, and listlessly entered the room. His stomach, which had been growling loudly with hunger, now had no appetite whatsoever. He sighed deeply, collapsing weakly onto the bed, his mind filled with the purple-clad girl's eyes and smile, and the shallow dimples when she laughed sweetly.

Just as he was about to drift off to sleep, a knock came from the door. A young waiter said in a low voice, "Sir, I've brought you your meal."

Zhou Zihe was puzzled. He hadn't ordered any food; surely they'd brought the wrong thing. The purple-clad girl's smiling face flashed through his mind again. He shook his head helplessly and said to the waiter, "Waiter, it's the young lady in the next room who ordered the food. Please take it there."

The waiter, still speaking in a low voice, replied, "It's correct, sir. This is indeed the food you ordered."

Zhou Zihe was anxious, but he was very composed and rarely lost his temper. He sighed helplessly and got up to open the door. The waiter

nodded respectfully to him, then went inside to set out the food and wine. The meal consisted of four dishes and a soup

, with fish and meat—a very lavish spread. Finally, a pot of "Daughter's Red" wine was placed on the table. Zhou Zihe let the waiter arrange it. As he was about to close the door after leaving the room, he saw a graceful figure standing outside. Tall and slender, she was captivatingly beautiful. She was smiling at

him, her stunningly beautiful face utterly mesmerizing. Zhou Zihe was completely mesmerized, speechless, standing there dumbfounded. The girl in purple tilted her head and gave him a mischievous smile, saying, "Why are you looking at me like that? Does that mean if I enter your room, you'll give me a hard time?"

Zhou Zihe was overjoyed and shook his head repeatedly, hurriedly stepping aside, saying, "You're too kind

, Miss. I couldn't be happier." The girl in purple slowly walked into the room and casually sat down in front of the table full of food and wine. She said softly to Zhou Zihe, "I was just teasing you. Look, I immediately ordered a table full of food and wine to apologize to you."

As she spoke, she got up and took Zhou Zihe's hand to sit down with him. She picked up the rice bowl in front of Zhou Zihe and ladled him a bowl of fish soup, urging him, "Eat quickly, eat quickly. If you're hungry, I certainly won't feel sorry for you. I'm just afraid that some bad guys will come looking for you, and then you won't have the strength to protect them."

Zhou Zihe listened to her gentle and sweet words, each word captivating and enchanting, as if possessing a magical power, making him feel as if he were in a dream. A warm current surged through his chest, and deep emotions rippled with the alluring whispers of the girl in purple.

Looking at the fish soup the beautiful woman had personally served him, an unprecedented happiness welled up within him. He devoured the entire bowl of fish soup in one gulp, praising its deliciousness with complete satisfaction.

The girl in purple smiled warmly at Zhou Zihe, rose, picked up a cup of "Daughter's Red" wine from the corner of the table, poured it to a full size, and placed it in front of him before picking up her own chopsticks and eating.

Looking at the contents of his cup, Zhou Zihe's heart softened further. He raised the cup and drank it down in one gulp, finding it rich, fragrant, and indescribably wonderful.

Seeing his cup empty, the girl in purple refilled it. This time, however, she didn't place it back in front of Zhou Zihe. Instead, she raised her delicate hand, took a small sip, and then presented the cup to him.

Zhou Zihe's heart pounded as he watched her continue enjoying her meal as if nothing was wrong. He struggled to steady his trembling hands as he raised his porcelain cup, noticing a faint smear of crimson on the rim. He brought it to his nose and inhaled a sweet, cloying aroma of wine that permeated his senses. A surge of heat rose in his lower abdomen, and his penis became irresistibly erect. His vision blurred, the crimson stain blurring his mind, and he emptied the remaining wine from his cup.

Zhou Zihe was still savoring the moment when the girl in purple approached him, her face flushed with a smile. She teased, placing her hand on Zhou Zihe's, "Brother Zhou, is it good?"

Zhou Zihe saw her again, so alluring, her snow-white face delicate and alluring, her dimples beneath her smile seemingly possessing endless temptation.

Zhou Zihe's throat bobbed; whether from the summer heat or boiling desire, a large patch of sweat had already beaded on his forehead. Gazing at the girl's captivating smile, he hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "The wine is fragrant and mellow, naturally… naturally it's delicious."

Zhou Zihe forced himself to remain calm, feeling a surge of lust rising within him, making his head throb. A slight panic gripped him; since mastering the "Purple Cloud Divine Skill," he had never experienced anything like this. His blood and qi were turbulent, his internal energy disordered, and even his mind and spirit seemed to be swayed and wavering.

As the thought arose, a sudden clarity flashed through his mind. He pondered to himself: Could this woman possess the art of seduction?

But she was in the prime of her youth, no more than twenty years old. With her profound inner strength, it would be impossible for someone her age to bewitch someone. Yet he was still captivated by her, clearly not due to any seduction technique. There were no signs of poisoning in her body either. This was truly perplexing. Regardless, since he was already feeling uneasy, it was best to be cautious.

Seeing Zhou Zihe's expression change slightly, the girl in purple relaxed her eyebrows and smiled even more sweetly. Her already close body moved forward another half step, her high breasts resting precisely on Zhou Zihe's arm. She looked at Zhou Zihe shyly and whispered, "If it's like this, I wonder if it will taste even better?"

As she spoke, she raised the wine pot, took a sip, closed her beautiful eyes, and presented her two moist red lips to Zhou Zihe.

Zhou Zihe paused slightly, followed by an indescribable turmoil. A raging storm surged through his heart, and his manhood erected, forming a small tent in his pants.

Looking at her trembling, thick eyelashes, Zhou Zihe's body and mind trembled as well, as if bewitched. Gone was his gentleness and chivalry; only a surge of desire and possessiveness remained. Driven by lust and tenderness, he closed his eyes and slowly kissed her. But

before he could touch her softness, a string of silvery laughter rang out, and his mouth was instead stuffed with a large, white mound of flesh.

The purple-clad girl quickly sat back, her voice tinged with smugness, "I knew you weren't a good person, but I never expected you to be this wicked."

Zhou Zihe opened his eyes and saw the purple-clad girl staring at him with wide, smiling eyes. He realized he had been tricked. A sudden pang of bitterness welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but mock himself inwardly, "I thought I had finally found someone who reciprocated my feelings, but it turns out I was just deluding myself. Why do I wait so devotedly, only to end up with nothing but a fleeting dream? Does

Heaven have to break me before it will be satisfied?" With that, he stood up, looked at the beautiful woman before him with sorrow, and said, "I dare not stay by your side any longer

. I only hope to sever my ties before I am too deeply entangled. Farewell, and I hope you will take good care of yourself." As soon as he said this, it felt as if a thousand arrows pierced his chest. He sighed deeply and walked towards the door, but each step felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The girl in purple frowned slightly, quickly stood up, and grabbed Zhou Zihe, saying, "Where...where are you going?"

Zhou Zihe's eyes reddened, feeling the soft touch of her fingers, and he shook his head, saying, "Where else can I go? Just a weary bird returning to its nest."

The girl in purple bit her red lips, stammering but still unwilling to let go. After a long while, she murmured, "You...you saved me twice, how can I repay you?"

Zhou Zihe smiled bitterly, turned back to look at the girl in purple's watery eyes, and said softly, "It's alright."

The girl in purple stamped her foot and suddenly threw herself into Zhou Zihe's arms, her cheeks flushed, pressing tightly against his chest, whispering, "How about I repay you with my body?"

Zhou Zihe was stunned for a moment, holding the beauty in his arms but unable to answer for a long time. He was overjoyed, yet felt a sense of unreality and could not believe it.

Just as he was wondering how to answer, a soft touch gently touched his cheek. Zhou Zihe was overjoyed and hurriedly asked in a trembling voice, "You...you really want to marry me? I'm afraid I...I..."

Seeing his expression, the girl in purple couldn't help but smile, "Silly boy, if I didn't have you in my heart, how could I let you lead me for over an hour, doing this thing that ruins my reputation? Now we're in the same room, everyone can see. If I don't marry you, who will..."

Before she could finish, her moist, translucent lips were kissed by the frenzied Zhou Zihe. The girl in purple gave a soft hum and tilted her head back, letting him do as he pleased.

Although Zhou Zihe was overjoyed, he didn't dare to be too aggressive. After a brief kiss, he released the girl in purple.

Seeing her standing there with her face lowered, her full breasts rising and falling slightly, even this posture was enough to make any man in the world's heart flutter.

Zhou Zihe steadied himself, took a few deep breaths, and said, "I will cherish you dearly. As long as I'm alive, I will not let anyone bully you."

The girl in purple looked up at Zhou Zihe with a sweet smile, opened her arms, hugged him tightly again, buried her face in his chest, and nodded gently.

Zhou Zihe was still trembling slightly. Holding his beloved, even ten Huashan sect leaders would be nothing more than a pile of dung in his eyes. All the unusual events and mental turmoil since they met now had an answer. It wasn't bewitching magic or a love potion; it was the sign of his beloved's appearance. She could make him infatuated, or she could shatter him to pieces. As long as she was by his side, he could enjoy a complete life.

Zhou Zihe gently stroked his lover's hair, his handsome face radiating happiness. But the girl in purple, who should have been equally infatuated, had a strange cunning and a smug sneer flash across her exquisite face.

Zhou Zihe put his arm around the slender shoulders of the girl in purple and gently kissed her forehead, saying, "Now that things have come to this, you should tell me your name, right? Are you planning to wait until you meet your in-laws and have a baby before you tell me?"

The girl in purple blushed slightly, patted his chest, and covered her mouth with a smile, saying, "My name is Yu Zhiyao. Greetings."

Zhou Zihe gently stroked Yu Zhiyao's snow-white cheeks, murmuring sweetly, "Zhiyao, Ayao, your name is so beautiful. I'll probably hear it often in my dreams from now on."

Yu Zhiyao smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around Zhou Zihe's neck, saying, "Your name is much less appealing. Ayao would never want to call you that in her life."

A hint of sadness flashed in Zhou Zihe's eyes, but then he heard Yu Zhiyao softly whisper in his ear, "Ayao will only call you Brother Zhou for the rest of my life, and my precious husband, okay?"

Zhou Zihe was overjoyed and said in a trembling voice, "Even if you called me the Jade Emperor or Buddha, it wouldn't sound as good as this. When you call me like this, my soul almost melts away. Can you say it again for me to hear?"

Yu Zhiyao smiled and gently shook her head, saying, "No, no, we're not even married yet, and you're already letting people call me whatever they want. Do you want to embarrass me to death?"

Looking at her charming demeanor and listening to her sweet whispers, Zhou Zihe's desire, which he had suppressed all night, finally collapsed and surged forth. With arms as strong as steel, Zhou Zihe swept Yu Zhiyao's slender figure up in one swift motion, planting a fierce kiss on her lips. "Then let's get married tonight. Let's see if you can still run away after calling me 'husband'."

Yu Zhiyao, her face flushed, buried her head in Zhou Zihe's arms and said softly, "With your great abilities, how could a little girl like me escape your grasp?"

In her heart, however, she chuckled: "Now that you've taken the bait, how could I bear to let you go?"

Zhou Zihe laughed heartily and kissed the tip of her nose again. "From now on, I'll hold you in my palm, protect you, and make sure you're happy every day."

Yu Zhiyao smiled faintly, her eyes hazy as Zhou Zihe gently placed her on the bed. She lightly stroked his firm chest muscles, frowning, and said, "Why is your whole body so hard? Be gentle, don't hurt me."

Zhou Zihe chuckled, taking her other soft, cotton-like hand and guiding it to his crotch, grinning mischievously, "This is the hardest part of my body. But after tonight, I'm afraid you'll be hoping it'll get even harder every day, hoping I'll be even heavier."

Yu Zhiyao instinctively touched a hot, hard rod, feeling its burning heat even through her hemp pants. With a gasp, her face flushed crimson, she quickly withdrew her hand, saying, "What...what is it? Why is it so hard? And...and so hot it's burning my hands."

Zhou Zihe was overjoyed. He put his arm around Yu Zhiyao's slender waist, which he could barely encircle with one hand, and asked softly, "So you don't know anything, huh? Want to see?"

Yu Zhiyao's eyes darted around, too shy to look Zhou Zihe in the eye. Her cheeks burning, she murmured, "I...I don't want to see. Why don't you...why don't you tell me what it looks like?"

Zhou Zihe knew she was curious but too shy to speak. He was so happy to have met such an innocent and beautiful woman. It seemed that Heaven had seen all his chivalrous deeds over the years. He couldn't resist kissing the beauty's face again before saying, "How can you describe what that thing looks like? If you don't want to see mine, then I'll start looking at yours."

Yu Zhiyao was slightly taken aback, then realized what he meant, blushing and stammering, "I...I didn't, you...you shouldn't look at mine either..."

Before she could finish, Zhou Zihe leaned down and covered her cherry-red lips with his. Yu Zhiyao initially struggled slightly, but as their breaths grew heavier with each kiss, she unconsciously reached out and gripped Zhou Zihe's collar tightly.

Watching the beauty gradually succumb to his embrace, Zhou Zihe felt increasingly smug. With extremely gentle hands, he loosened the dark silk sash around her waist and untied the mysterious pale purple dress.

Her trembling body was finally perfectly revealed as the dark purple undergarment trimmed with crimson gauze fell away. Even at this moment, their lips remained inseparable, like two little fish swimming endlessly in each other's mouths, exchanging their love and saliva.

Zhou Zihe was reluctant to release his lover's soft red lips, but her already naked and exquisite body was simply too tempting. At this moment, just one glance would be enough, but every time he wanted to do so, Yu Zhiyao's hands, tightly wrapped around his neck, stopped him.

Only when they were both breathless did Yu Zhiyao release him, but her pair of snow-white hands still clung tightly to his shoulders.

Zhou Zihe was itching with desire, yet dared not force her. The pair of soft, jade-like breasts pressed against his chest were even more alluring. In his dazed state, he could only plead in a pitiful voice, "Ah Yao, be good. Husband will only look once, and after one look, we can continue kissing."

Yu Zhiyao chuckled softly and breathed into his ear, "No looking... and no kissing."

Zhou Zihe's ears went numb. He felt each delicate word mixed with her warm breath melting into his ear. Even the toughest man would be melted by her. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he took Yu Zhiyao's small earlobe into his mouth and licked it, while his hands kept stroking her jade-like back and buttocks, saying, "Quickly let go of my hands, your husband will take good care of you."

Yu Zhiyao let out a soft moan, her snow-white body already half-melted, her mouth uttering a soft, delicate cry, but her legs couldn't help but tightly clench and grind, her fair and delicate

shoulders trembling as she gasped, "No...you can't lick it, it's so...so numb, it feels so strange down there." Zhou Zihe's mouth was full of sweet fragrance, and he kept teasing her ear canal with the tip of his tongue. His hands were originally playing with her pert and plump buttocks, but when he heard her say that something was wrong down there, he reached out one hand and slipped it between her thighs from behind, and sure enough, it was a muddy, hot, and wet place, her inner thighs were full of wet, slippery, lustful stains, and a faint fragrance spread across the bed with the overflowing lustful fluid.

Zhou Zihe's heart pounded wildly. He had never encountered such a beauty before. Not only was she breathtakingly beautiful, but her sweet, fragrant nectar alone could make any man in the world fall for her. He took a few deep breaths, his mind immediately becoming hazy, his throat feeling like it was on fire.

He swallowed hard and said, "You...you must be a fairy from the Jade Pool in the heavens descended to earth, otherwise how could even the nectar from your flower be so fragrant and pleasant?" Yu Zhiyao chuckled softly, her red lips pressed against Zhou Zihe's ear, and she said sweetly, "You are the reincarnation of that lewd and wicked Wulang God, otherwise how could you be so eager, taking advantage of me as soon as you hold me?"

Zhou Zihe was already itching with desire as he held the beautiful woman's body, and now, hearing her sweet and soft whispers, his already hard penis throbbed as if it were about to explode. He knew the pain of losing a virgin's virginity, and even though his desire burned fiercely at this moment, he patiently and gently caressed her entrance, afraid that a moment of excessive force would not only displease his lover but also cause her the tearing and pulling pain. How could he bear that?

Yu Zhiyao's snowy belly trembled frequently, and under Zhou Zihe's gentle caresses, she gradually became aroused. She panted and reached out to undo his belt, grasping his hot, thick penis in her palm and stroking it back and forth, saying, "You... um... you're doing my thing, so I'll do yours too. This is called being straightforward, so you can't laugh at me."

Zhou Zihe's blood was surging, and hot breath kept exhaling from his nostrils. With her grasp, he felt an amazing sensation on his shaft, an itch that went straight to his heart and lungs. A numbness in his lower back almost caused him to ejaculate, but fortunately, he managed to hold back in time and avoid losing face. But this moment, even the strongest willpower was melted by Yu Zhiyao.

Freed from her hands' restraint, he quickly straightened up, eager to admire the exquisite figure of this peerless beauty. But what he saw nearly made him faint. Her shoulders were slender and delicate, her breasts full and firm, her waist graceful as a willow, her feet beautiful as lotus blossoms. Even her skin, from head to toe, was as translucent as if cast from solidified ice, without a single flaw.

Zhou Zihe's eyes reddened, his breath came in ragged gasps, and his burning desire seemed to intensify like oil poured into fuel.

Yu Zhiyao felt his scorching gaze, hastily covering her private parts with her hands. Her red lips trembled, her snow-white skin glowing like the sunset, her beautiful, watery eyes gazing intently at Zhou Zihe, a mixture of coquettishness and longing.

Looking into her bright eyes, Zhou Zihe felt as if he were enveloped in a warm current, a gentle, comforting embrace. His internal blood vessels seemed to swell several times their normal size, surging and boiling uncontrollably. His once deep pupils also slowly dilated, and his mind felt like a bamboo pole being plunged into a pool of mud, becoming increasingly murky.

With a roar, his beastly desire erupted instantly. Holding his enormous penis, he aimed it at the long-awaited, wet and sticky flower and thrust it in hard.

Although Zhou Zihe was in a daze at this moment, he could still feel the tightness of his penis wrapped in the warm, moist flesh.

From the shaft to the glans, it felt as if hundreds of fleshy particles were constantly rubbing and writhing, making the veins coiled on the shaft throb. His penis felt

tingling and numb as if it had been electrocuted, and the vas deferens at the lower end swelled into a straight line, as if it might burst at any moment. But at this critical moment, the "Purple Cloud Divine Skill" within his body reacted. A surge of true energy gathered in his abdomen, condensing and not dissipating, pulling back the semen that should have been released.

Yu Zhiyao let out a soft moan, her jade-like buttocks slightly raised, allowing Zhou Zihe's penis to fully enter and exit her honeyed orifice.

There was no pain like when one's virginity was broken, nor the shyness and discomfort of the first time; only an endless allure and charm beneath her pure and beautiful appearance.

Zhou Zihe's mind gradually cleared, and he vaguely sensed something amiss. Just as he was thinking about how to ask, he met Yu Zhiyao's dark, clear eyes. Her expression was ambiguous, with two sweet dimples appearing and disappearing at the corners of her lips. Her eyes, which should have been as clear as water, now seemed like a deep well, looking down into the distance, wanting to see clearly, yet forever unable to reach the bottom, only endless darkness and coldness.

Her mind went blank again, and she felt lazy and unwilling to think, nor did she know how to think. She could only hear the seductive words and laughter drifting from the depths of the well, their alluring voices echoing in her ears and mind: "Brother Zhou... um... hurry... I feel so good... um... hurry, harder... use your big cock to pierce through A Yao's flower core... ah... quickly shoot it all inside my belly... um... let me taste your magnificent wholeness."

Although the Purple Cloud True Qi was still condensed and did not dissipate, Zhou Zihe was as if he were bewitched. His eyes were bloodshot as he bent over Yu Zhiyao's snow-white body and thrust wildly. His huge penis pulled in and out of her honeyed flesh, and the flowing lustful water was transformed into layers of foam with the movement of his penis, splashing mud between their groins and lower abdomens, and even the black and soft pubic hair was covered with white clumps, which was quite unsightly.

Zhou Zihe, panting heavily, buried his head in his work, oblivious to the alluring smile playing on Yu Zhiyao's lips in his madly infatuated eyes.

This woman was none other than Yu Zhiyao, the direct disciple of the resurrected leader of the "Mysterious Maiden Sect." Besides the sect leader Hua Nian, she was the only woman besides him to possess the "Nine Yin Mysterious Body," and her mastery of the "Mysterious Seduction Techniques" far surpassed that of her peers. Even her casual gestures, like lifting her clothes or tossing her hair, were enough to drive men wild.

Just now, she had lightly grasped Zhou Zihe's penis with both hands, subtly applying a hidden force. Seemingly effortless, her caresses and strokes contained boundless mysteries. She was well-versed in the art of seduction, deeply understanding the importance of arousing emotions. Bewitching a man's heart and then seducing his body was her specialty, a skill she possessed with all kinds of men with ease. Seducing a young man like Zhou Zihe was naturally effortless for her. Countless heroes, masters, and talented young men in the martial world have lost their lives under her spell, their fates shrouded in mystery.

Now, seeing her swaying waist, her slender legs tightly wrapped around Zhou Zihe's bear-like waist, her moans lewd and seductive, she was truly captivating. Panting, she raised a hand to gently stroke Zhou Zihe's face, her brows furrowed as she chuckled, "Hehe... I've long heard of your unfathomable skill, Brother Zhou... your ingenuity and cunning... um... I admire you greatly... ah... but... but today I still managed to trick you..."

These words pierced her ears, but Zhou Zihe had no reaction. He only knew to thrust wildly into her tender flower, his eyes red, one thrust so hard that the head of his penis plunged deep into her core, and when he withdrew, a large gush of fluid came out.

Yu Zhiyao's snow-white body trembled, her hips swaying even more wildly. She clung tightly to Zhou Zihe's neck, stammering, "Mmm...you...you're so amazing...ah...I...mmm...I really can't bear to leave you."

Their private parts collided rapidly, their groin already slick with lustful fluids, yet Yu Zhiyao never let him slip out of her honeyed depths.

Both were drenched in sweat. Zhou Zihe had been thrusting and pounding into the beauty for over an hour, yet he continued his vigorous advance, showing no sign of retreat. All of this was thanks to the Purple Cloud True Qi; otherwise, with Yu Zhiyao's innate allure and the strange, erotic techniques of the "Mysterious Maiden Heart Sutra," how could any man withstand even a moment's resistance?

Yu Zhiyao was naturally lustful, and she reveled in this delightful act. But now, as she twisted her slender waist, slowly pulling Zhou Zihe's body down, her moist red lips lightly brushing against his, she said with utmost coquettishness, "Hmm... I have other things to do tomorrow morning... I won't play with you tonight."

Saying this, she raised her plump, upturned buttocks high, allowing Zhou Zihe's enormous penis to fully enter her body. Deep within her tender flower core, a soft, fleshy barb extended, gently brushing against his urethral opening each time the glans penetrated. Normally, no man could withstand this move, instantly ejaculating. Yet, Zhou Zihe's Purple Cloud True Qi stubbornly held on. Although his body trembled frequently from the scraping during dozens of thrusts, he still firmly preserved his primordial yang.

Instead of feeling frustrated and dejected, Yu Zhiyao's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. Her beautiful face was full of smiles, and her fair, smooth hands tightly embraced Zhou Zihe. She kissed him passionately on the lips and said, "I've really struck gold today! I never imagined your internal strength was so profound."

Zhou Zihe's internal energy gathered more and more, growing stronger and stronger. His previously confused mind gradually cleared as the Purple Cloud True Energy flowed through him. His thoughts raced, and he instantly realized he had narrowly escaped death, his life saved by the near-death experience. In deep thought, he hurriedly circulated the "Purple Cloud Divine Skill," hoping to subdue his beloved in one fell swoop and force her to repent, preventing her from falling into further depravity.

While subtly adjusting his breathing, he was surprised to find that although internal energy was gathering within him, it was completely beyond his control. In his panic, he heard Yu Zhiyao's gentle laughter as she softly cupped his face in her hands and said, "Fool, it's no use."

Zhou Zihe was even more terrified; he had regained his senses, only to find that she had completely controlled him. Without thinking, he tried to pull his penis out of that deadly, tender place.

But to his surprise, he couldn't muster any strength. His erect penis was pressed firmly against her clitoris, the previous barbs still gently teasing it, while a soft, feminine suction force arose from deep within her, making his penis unbearably numb and itchy.

Even more frightening was that the Purple Cloud True Qi he had accumulated for so long vanished instantly with this suction force.

At this moment, Zhou Zihe felt as if he had been electrocuted; his long-held primordial yang collapsed completely under Yu Zhiyao's seductive charms. Thick streams of essence were drawn into Yu Zhiyao's body by that soft, feminine suction force. His throat made a gurgling sound, but he could no longer utter a single word.

Yu Zhiyao sucked away greedily, her ten jade-like fingers, white as scallions, tightly gripping Zhou Zihe's neck and shoulders, her seductive laughter filled with lust: "Ah...so...so beautiful...it's going to burn me to death...mmm...so comfortable...heaven...heaven...you're going to burn me...ah...just shoot me to death...ah..."

Zhou Zihe's eyes widened, feeling the blood and qi in his body rushing rapidly to his lower body, then shooting out of his body in an endless stream. Her previous charming smile and lovely appearance flashed through his mind, and he seemed to hear her shyly whispering to him again: "Ayao will only call you Brother Zhou in this life, call you my darling husband, okay?"

But as the things before his eyes blurred, as two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down, a genius of his generation, the future light of Mount Hua, lost his breath in a daze on the graceful and delicate body of this enchanting demoness of the Xuanmen.

After a long while, Yu Zhiyao slowly opened her eyes, her bright eyes filled with joy. She circulated her inner energy and discovered that her internal cultivation had made a significant leap forward. Overjoyed, she turned Zhou Zihe over and looked at his corpse, giggling, "My luck is truly good today! I've encountered such excellent primordial energy. I wonder if it can help me break through my bottleneck. Once I achieve perfection, I'll make all the men in the world fall head over heels for me."

With that, she lifted her slender, snow-white foot and kicked Zhou Zihe's corpse to the ground. With a soft laugh, she drifted off to sleep sweetly in the warm bedclothes.

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