[Wuxia Time Travel] The Alluring Beauty of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber (Complete) - 4

Chapter 62 The

Ming Cult, originating from Persia, spread to China during the Tang Dynasty. At that time, it was called Zoroastrianism. The Tang emperor ordered the construction of Dayun Guangming Temples in various places as temples for the Ming Cult. The Ming Cult's doctrines are to do good and avoid evil, to uphold the equality of all beings, to use gold and silver to help the poor, to abstain from meat and alcohol, and to worship the Bright God. The Bright God is the god of fire, and also the god of goodness. However, due to the oppression of the cult by corrupt officials throughout history, the brothers within the cult were indignant and often rose up in rebellion. Since Fang La, the leader of the cult in the Northern Song Dynasty, there have been countless uprisings. During the Jianyan era of the Southern Song Dynasty, Wang Zongshi, the leader of the cult, rose up in Xinzhou; during the Shaoxing era, Yu Wupo, the leader of the cult, rose up in Quzhou; and during the Shaoding era of Emperor Lizong, Zhang Sanqiang, the leader of the cult, rose up in Jiangxi and Guangdong. Because the Ming Cult had always opposed the imperial court, the court declared it a "demonic cult" and strictly prohibited it. To survive, Ming Cult disciples inevitably acted secretly and strangely to avoid detection. The main sects and the Ming Cult had long harbored deep-seated hatred for each other, becoming irreconcilable enemies. Of course, among the Ming Cult members, there were also those who were unscrupulous and committed evil deeds. Some, relying on their superior martial arts, indiscriminately killed innocent people, and others raped and plundered. Thus, the Ming Cult's reputation declined rapidly… Since the fall of the Song Dynasty to the Mongol Tartars, the Ming Cult had become a mortal enemy of the imperial court, and the Ming Cult had always considered it its mission to expel the barbarians. Unfortunately, in recent years, the Ming Cult had been leaderless, and its masters fought amongst themselves for the position of leader. Eventually, some retired into seclusion, while others established their own branches and became leaders themselves. The cult's rules were thus abandoned. Later, the enmity with the righteous sects deepened, leading to the current siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects.

Now, the six major sects had already stormed Bright Peak, and it seemed they were truly about to exterminate the Ming Cult disciples!

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji immediately grabbed Xiao Zhao and rushed towards Bright Peak!

Along the way, there were corpses of Ming Cult disciples and disciples of the six major sects, littered with bodies and rivers of blood. One could imagine how fierce and brutal the battle was. In truth, the Ming Cult bore the great responsibility of resisting the Yuan Dynasty and should not have been subjected to the siege of the righteous sects.

The more Zhang Wuji thought about this, the more anxious he became. He knew that if the Ming Cult were destroyed, his dream of building an empire might be shattered.

Upon reaching Bright Peak, Zhang Wuji, holding Xiao Zhao's hand, entered through a side door, passing through two halls... Before them stretched a vast plaza. It was packed with people, mostly seated or lying down, the western group smaller, mostly covered in blood.

The eastern group was several times larger, divided into six groups, indicating all six factions had arrived. These six groups subtly surrounded the Ming Cult. Zhang Wuji glanced around and saw Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Peng Heshang, and Shuobude among the Ming Cult members, still struggling to move. Yang Buhui sat beside her father.

In the center of the plaza, two fighters were engaged in combat, everyone watching intently. Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao entered without anyone noticing. As Zhang Wuji slowly approached and focused his gaze, he saw that both fighters were unarmed, yet their palm strikes were powerful, reaching several meters in distance, clearly indicating they were both top-tier masters. Although Zhang Wuji was not familiar with either of them… He recognized them, but judging from their infrared beams and clothing, he already knew who the two opponents were! It was Zhang Songxi, the fourth of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and Yin Tianzheng, the White-browed Eagle King. They were Zhang Wuji's fourth senior uncle and maternal grandfather.

Yin Tianzheng's skill was clearly far superior to Zhang Songxi's. Realizing he was no match, Zhang Songxi withdrew, and then Mo Shenggu, one of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, stepped forward to fight Yin Tianzheng. Although his skills were no match for Yin Tianzheng, Yin Tianzheng was accidentally wounded by Mo Shenggu due to the prolonged battle.

Song Yuanqiao, the Great Hero of Wudang, saw Yin Tianzheng's injury and bandaged it, but after bandaging it, he wanted to fight Yin Tianzheng again.

This move greatly surprised Zhang Wuji, who couldn't help but shout, "Great Hero Song... Great Hero Song, using a series of attacks against him is unfair!"

Upon hearing this, all eyes turned to the ragged youth. Apart from the members of the Emei Sect, and a few others like Song Qingshu, Yin Liting, Yang Xiao, and Shuobude, no one knew his origins and was astonished. Song

Yuanqiao said, “What this young man says is correct. The personal grudges between the Wudang Sect and the Tianying Sect will not be discussed today. Now is a critical moment for the six major sects and the Ming Cult to fight to the death, and the Wudang Sect humbly challenges the Ming Cult to battle.”

Seeing Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Monk Peng, and others paralyzed, and all the experts from the Eagle Sect and the Five Elements Banner either dead or wounded, and his own son Yin Yewang lying unconscious on the ground, his fate unknown, Yin Tianzheng realized that among the Ming Cult and the Eagle Sect, besides himself, no one could withstand Song Yuanqiao's fist and sword techniques. However, after fighting five experts, his internal energy was already impure, and the sword wound on his left arm was quite severe. At

this moment, a short old man from the Kongtong Sect shouted, "The Demonic Cult has been utterly defeated! What are they waiting for if they don't surrender? Master Kongzhi, let's go and destroy the memorial tablet of the thirty-third generation leader of the Demonic Cult!" "But Master Kongzhi did not give the order.

Song Yuanqiao's skill was the highest among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, while Yin Tianzheng was injured and his internal energy was greatly depleted, quickly putting him at a disadvantage and gradually weakening. Seeing the situation, Song Yuanqiao was unwilling to take advantage of the situation and did not stop fighting with Yin Tianzheng.

Suddenly, a short old man from the Kongtong Sect walked up to Yin Tianzheng and challenged him to a duel, clearly wanting to take advantage of the situation.

The old man was Tang Wenliang, one of the Five Elders of Kongtong. Tang Wenliang leaped up and struck down from mid-air, but Yin Tianzheng broke his hand.

The second of the Five Elders of Kongtong was named Zong Weixia. Taking advantage of Yin Tianzheng's unpreparedness, he picked up a stone and threw it at Yin Tianzheng, hitting him squarely with a loud thud." Blood immediately gushed from Yin Tianzheng's forehead. Everyone was shocked. Zong Weixia hadn't expected to hit him when he threw the stone, but Yin Tianzheng was already half-conscious and unable to dodge. In this situation, Zong Weixia was about to kill Yin Tianzheng.

The disciples of the six major sects also clamored to kill all the demonic cultists and extinguish the sacred fire of Bright Peak. At this moment, the members of the Ming Cult and the Eagle Cult knew that their days were numbered. The members struggled to their feet. Except for those who were too badly injured to move, they all sat cross-legged, spread their fingers, and held their hands in front of their chests, mimicking flames. They followed Yang Xiao in reciting the Ming Cult's scriptures: "Burn my broken body, blazing sacred fire, what joy is there in life, what bitterness in death? For good and to eliminate evil, only for the sake of light, joy and sorrow, all return to dust. Pity the people of this world, their worries are many! Pity the people of this world, their worries are many!" "

This is the scripture that the Ming Cult members must recite before they die; it sounds very tragic."

Just as Zong Weixia was about to attack Yin Tianzheng, Zhang Wuji strode forward and stood in front of Zong Weixia, saying, "Wait! Aren't you afraid that the heroes of the world will laugh at you for treating a seriously injured person like this?" These words, spoken in a clear and resonant voice, echoed throughout the hall.

Zong Weixia, seeing that the speaker was a ragged young man, paid him no heed and reached out to push him aside so he could kill Yin Tianzheng. However, he was unexpectedly repelled by Zhang Wuji's internal energy, flying several feet away. Zhang Wuji then stepped forward to heal Yin Tianzheng's injuries. Yin Tianzheng was surprised that this young man possessed profound internal strength; the internal energy flowed continuously from his palm into his body.

Before Zhang Wuji had even finished healing Yin Tianzheng, Zong Weixia was already impatient. He had just lost face in front of the heroes of the world and was now ready to seek revenge. He thought this young man couldn't possibly be that capable; he had carelessly underestimated him. However, his contest with Zhang Wuji greatly surprised him. Zhang Wuji was using their Kunlun Sect's Seven Injury Fist, and Zhang Wuji's mastery of the Seven Injury Fist was clearly far superior to his own. In just a few rounds, he was defeated by Zhang Wuji and left in a huff.

The other members of the Five Elders of Kongtong couldn't stand it any longer and also wanted to challenge Zhang Wuji. They asked him who he was, where he came from, and how he knew the Seven Injury Fist.

Zhang Wuji replied that his name was Zeng Aniu, a poor country boy, and that he had learned the Seven Injury Fist on the spot after watching Zong Weixia and Tang Wenliang demonstrate it. Upon hearing this, the old men felt insulted that this young man had defeated their lifelong martial arts with his newly learned skills, and they stepped forward to fight. The result was predictable: they were easily defeated by their own Seven Injury Fist and all left.

There's more to this than meets the eye. Zhang Wuji originally knew no martial arts, only powerful internal energy, but after learning the Great Shift of the Universe, he could use someone else's moves to counter their attacks, and it also showed respect to that person, at least indicating that the other person's martial arts were indeed formidable.

Seeing that he had defeated the Kongtong Sect, Zhang Wuji explained Cheng Kun's treacherous scheme to everyone, hoping that neither side would fall into Cheng Kun's trap. The Shaolin disciples were very dissatisfied upon hearing this. Master Kongxing stepped forward, saying that Yuanzhen was dead, and mentioning him would leave no way to verify the truth, and would also slander Shaolin. He demanded to learn from Zhang Wuji, promising to lead the Shaolin disciples down the mountain if Zhang Wuji could defeat him.

The two fought for hundreds of rounds, and Zhang Wuji ultimately defeated Master Kongxing with the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand. Master Kongxing, being a grandmaster, naturally kept his word and led the Shaolin disciples away.

At this moment, Xianyu Tong, the leader of the Huashan Sect, walked a few feet away, stopped, and bowed, saying, "Young Hero Zeng, I, Xianyu Tong, would like to learn from you."

Xianyu Tong was no good person; he intended to kill Zhang Wuji from the start. This time, Zhang Wuji showed no mercy, striking Xianyu Tong repeatedly, and finally killing him with a single blow.

As the saying goes, "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter." Seeing their leader murdered, the Huashan disciples fled in terror.

The Kunlun Sect followed suit, but were quickly routed by Zhang Wuji. Like the Huashan Sect, they too fled Bright Peak in disarray. In their defeat, these six major sects were essentially a disorganized rabble.

In an instant, only the Emei and Wudang Sects remained in the Bright Peak hall. Everyone felt the impermanence of life; they had just witnessed the Ming Cult's internal energy depletion, but the appearance of this young man had drastically reversed the situation. For various reasons, the four major sects were "sent" down the mountain by this young man.

Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect could no longer contain herself. She stepped forward and said, "Good lad, I never realized you possessed such martial arts skills! Today, I'll let you experience the power of the Heaven-Reliant Sword!"

Zhang Wuji knew that the Heaven-Reliant Sword was as famous as the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and extremely powerful. Facing Abbess Miejue's Heaven-Reliant Sword bare-handed was somewhat risky, so he calmly accepted the challenge. Initially, he was at a disadvantage, but as he gradually became familiar with the Emei Sect's martial arts, he used their own methods against them, gradually gaining the upper hand. In the end, he even managed to snatch the Heaven-Reliant Sword from Abbess Miejue's hands. Abbess Miejue, having her Heaven-Slaying Sword taken from her, naturally felt deeply humiliated and said, "You've taken my sword; kill me if you want!"

But Zhang Wuji replied, "I'm not against you, Abbess; I simply don't want to see you deceived by treacherous people!

I'll return the sword to your sect right now

." He then walked towards Zhou Zhiruo, handing her the sword and saying, "Miss Zhou, please pass this precious sword of your sect on

to your master." Zhou Zhiruo blushed deeply, and just as she took the sword, she suddenly heard Abbess Miejue shout sharply, "Zhiruo, kill him with one strike!" Startled, she realized her master wanted her to kill Zhang Wuji, a thought she desperately wanted to suppress. Remembering her master's kindness over the years, she stabbed at Zhang Wuji's chest in a daze.

In any case, Zhang Wuji knew this was what was going to happen, but when Zhou Zhiruo stabbed him, he was still very worried. What if he really died? Wouldn't that be a huge loss? Therefore, even before Zhou Zhiruo stabbed him, Zhang Wuji was already fully protected by the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and on the way there, he had found a piece of steel to protect his chest.

However, Zhang Wuji still underestimated the power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword. With a single strike, it pierced through the steel armor, and even the Nine Yang Divine Skill could not withstand it! Blood gushed out immediately! Seeing that Zhang Wuji did not dodge, Zhou Zhiruo was greatly shocked. Her wrist trembled, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword pierced through Zhang Wuji's right chest. Zhou Zhiruo screamed and pulled out the sword. The tip of the sword was crimson, and blood gushed from Zhang Wuji's right chest like a spring. Exclamations of shock erupted around them.

"No..." Three people at the scene seemed heartbroken: Zhao Lingzhu, Ding Minjun, and Xiao Zhao. Xiao Zhao even rushed out without regard for her own safety.

Zhang Wuji reached out and pressed his hand against the wound, his body swaying, his expression extremely strange, as if asking, "Are you really going to stab me to death?"

Zhou Zhiruo said, "I...I..." She wanted to go and check his wound, but finally dared not, and covered her face as she ran back.

Her sword strike had actually succeeded, catching everyone off guard.

Xiao Zhao's face turned ashen as she rushed forward to support Zhang Wuji, blood gushing out and staining half of her upper garment red. The onlookers fell silent. Xiao Zhao quickly fetched wound medicine and applied it to Zhang Wuji's wound. "Husband, why didn't you dodge? Why were you so foolish? What would I do if you died?"

Zhang Wuji's mind had cleared somewhat by now. He circulated his internal energy, his eight extraordinary meridians flowing smoothly, but he knew he was no longer in mortal danger. Although the Heaven-Slaying Sword was sharp, he had an iron-clad body and the Nine Yang Divine Skill, so it was only a superficial wound, not a serious injury or death.

Zhang Wuji, pale from blood loss, still managed to stand, supported by his inner energy, and said, "If any member of the Emei or Wudang sects disagrees with my request, please come forward and challenge me."

Abbess Miejue coldly replied, "The Emei sect has already fallen. If you survive, we'll settle accounts later. Let's see what the Wudang sect does!"

The Wudang sect highly valued chivalry, and asking them to deal with a severely injured youth would damage their reputation; none of the Five Heroes of Wudang were willing.

Just then, Song Qingshu stepped forward and said, "Father, my four uncles, let me handle him."

It turned out that Song Qingshu was consumed by jealousy because he saw Zhou Zhiruo's eyes filled with affection and concern for the young man, and he was unwilling to let go of this only opportunity to kill him.

However, although Zhang Wuji was injured, he was still capable of dealing with him. No matter what moves Song Qingshu made, he couldn't hit Zhang Wuji; instead, he was struck in the face by Zhang Wuji. Song Yuanqiao quickly pulled Song Qingshu back and said, "It seems the Ming Cult's internal energy techniques haven't run out yet. Let's go!"

Just then, Yin Liting stepped forward. His fiancée, Ji Xiaofu, had been taken by Yang Xiao of the Ming Cult, which was his greatest humiliation. How could he leave?

He stepped forward to kill Yang Xiao, but was stopped by Zhang Wuji. Just as he was about to get rid of Zhang Wuji, he heard Zhang Wuji say, "Sixth Uncle Yin, don't you recognize me? I'm Wuji!"

Zhang Wuji thought to himself, according to the course of history, it was indeed at this time that he recognized the Seven Heroes of Wudang. He was just letting things take their course.

Yin Liting gazed at his face, finding it increasingly similar. Although nine years had passed since their separation, and Zhang Wuji had grown from a small child into a robust young man with a drastically different appearance, Yin Liting had already heard him say he was Wuji. Upon closer inspection, the face from his memory gradually materialized, and he couldn't help but stammer, "You—you are Wuji?"

Zhang Wuji nodded and exclaimed, "Sixth Uncle Yin, I—I always—missed you."

Yin Liting excitedly picked up Zhang Wuji, crying out, "You are Wuji, you are Wuji, my fifth brother's son, Zhang Wuji."

Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and Mo Shenggu gathered around, all filled with surprise and joy. In an instant, their hearts were overflowing with happiness, and all thoughts of the conflicts and grudges between the six major sects and the Ming Cult were forgotten. When Yin Liting called out, everyone except Zhou Zhiruo, Yang Xiao, and a few others was astonished. Who would have thought that this young man who risked his life to protect the Ming Cult was actually the son of Zhang Cuishan of the Wudang Sect?

Yin Liting wanted to kill Yang Xiao, but Yang Buhui stopped him, saying, "Don't kill my father!"

Yang Buhui's appearance was quite similar to Ji Xiaofu, and Yin Liting mistook her for Ji Xiaofu. But seeing that the girl was very young, while Xiaofu would be middle-aged now, he realized that this must be Xiaofu and Yang Xiao's daughter. He asked her name, and Buhui replied, "My name is Yang Buhui!"

Hearing that the girl's name was Buhui (meaning "no regrets"), and that Ji Xiaofu didn't regret being raped by Yang Xiao, Yin Liting ran down the mountain like a madman.

The Emei Sect, seeing that the young man was Zhang Wuji, knew that a battle was impossible. Abbess Miejue, not wanting to openly antagonize the Wudang Sect, also left the mountain.

The Wudang Sect quickly gave Zhang Wuji the best medicine, and asked him about his whereabouts over the years. Seeing that his injuries had improved, they wanted to take him back to Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Wuji said he would stay on Bright Peak to protect the Ming Cult members, and that he would visit his grandmaster at Wudang Mountain after his injuries had fully healed. Seeing Zhang Wuji's reluctance to leave, and feeling it was inappropriate for them to remain on Bright Peak, the Wudang heroes also left, reminding him to return to Wudang Mountain as soon as possible.

After the members of the six major sects had left, Yang Xiao and Yin Tianzheng exchanged a glance and said in unison, "The entire Ming Cult and the Heavenly Eagle Cult kowtow in gratitude to Hero Zhang for protecting our sect and saving our lives!"

In an instant, a sea of people knelt on the ground.

Zhang Wuji panicked, especially since his grandfather and uncles were among them.

He hurriedly knelt to return the greeting. This sudden kneeling reopened his sword wound, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, immediately fainting.

Xiao Zhao rushed to help him up. Two uninjured leaders of the Ming Cult carried over a soft bed and helped him lie down.

Yang Xiao said, "Quickly help Master Zhang to my room to rest." The two leaders bowed and agreed, carrying Zhang Wuji into Yang Xiao's room.

Xiao Zhao followed behind. As they passed Yang Buhui, Yang Buhui coldly said, "Xiao Zhao, you're quite the actress. I knew you were up to something, but I never expected such an ugly thing to be such a charming little beauty." Xiao Zhao lowered her head and remained silent.

Zhang Wuji rested for seven or eight days, and his wounds gradually healed. By the eighth day, he was able to sit up. Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao visited him and hinted that once he recovered, they would honor him as the leader of the Ming Cult.

This was something Zhang Wuji desperately wanted. What happened later was merely a natural consequence of Zhang Wuji becoming the leader of the Ming Cult.

Although the six major sects had left, the imperial court organized other minor sects in the martial arts world, such as the Giant Whale Gang, the Sea Sand Sect, and the Divine Fist Sect, to besiege Bright Peak, attempting to eliminate the strongest force opposing the Mongols in one fell swoop. When the smaller factions learned that the Ming Cult members were severely injured and weakened, they came to the mountain hoping to take advantage of the situation. Led by the Beggars' Clan, they besieged Bright Peak. The most tragic figure was the Beggars' Clan. Back then, Hong Qigong, Guo Jing, and Huang Rong had elevated them to the status of the number one clan in the land. Yet

, decades later, they had become lackeys of the imperial court—a truly lamentable situation. Although the Ming Cult had many skilled fighters, the battle with the six major sects had left them mostly dead and wounded, with few remaining capable of fighting. However, the Ming Cult's leadership decided to fight to the death to protect their headquarters.

Zhang Wuji thought that a direct confrontation would only lead to their demise, so he suggested that everyone hide in the Ming Cult's secret chambers to recover before confronting these shameless enemies.

Unexpectedly, everyone looked at each other, and no one agreed, seemingly believing this plan was utterly unfeasible. It turned out that the Ming Cult had a strict rule passed down through generations: no one except the leader was allowed to enter the secret passage on Bright Peak; anyone who dared to enter would be put to death. Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao were not members of the Ming Cult, so Yang Xiao told them to hide inside.

Zhang Wuji thought, "If we don't leave now, I'm afraid no one in the Ming Cult will escape within an hour."

He then said, "Is this rule against entering the secret passage absolutely unchangeable?"

Peng Yingyu suddenly said, "Everyone, listen to me: Hero Zhang's martial arts are unparalleled, his righteousness is boundless, and he has done a great service to our cult, saving it from extinction. Let us support Hero Zhang as the thirty-fourth leader of our cult. If the leader commands everyone to enter the secret passage, and everyone obeys the leader's order, then it won't be breaking the rules."

Everyone already had this idea and immediately agreed. Zhang Wuji pretended to decline, saying that Yang Dingtian originally intended to pass the leadership to his adoptive father, the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun. The crowd insisted even more strongly: Xie Xun is your adoptive father, so you, Zhang Wuji, are more suitable to be the leader. Therefore, at Bright Peak, Zhang Wuji completed the ritual of donning the yellow robe to become the leader of the Ming Cult. Considering the future of the Ming Cult overthrowing the Yuan Dynasty and unifying China, donning the yellow robe at this moment was essentially no different from ascending the throne.

For Zhang Wuji, his future opponent in unifying the country was not the Mongols, but the treacherous Zhu Yuanzhang. Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji began to consider how to deal with Zhu Yuanzhang. Because for him, he couldn't wait until Zhu Yuanzhang was fully powerful before eliminating him; otherwise, the Ming Cult disciples would likely not submit.

Zhu Yuanzhang was destined to become Zhang Wuji's future enemy and adversary.

Chapter 63 Yang Buhui's Yearning Heart

After Zhang Wuji was crowned the leader of the Ming Cult at Bright Peak, he immediately organized his followers to enter the secret passage in batches and safely evacuate the Ming Cult headquarters. He then set the place ablaze. The fire burned for two days and two nights. When the attacking enemy searched the site after the fire had subsided, they found many corpses of Ming Cult members who had died in battle, all charred beyond recognition. They concluded that the Ming Cult members had chosen death over surrender, each dying by self-immolation, including Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao. They then looted what had not been burned and went down the mountain.

The Ming Cult members had enough food and water to last for one or two months without leaving the secret passage, and they would not suffer from hunger or thirst.

After three or four days in the secret passage, Zhang Wuji's sword wound had healed ninety percent, forming a scab about an inch long. He immediately treated his brothers who had suffered external injuries. Although medicine was scarce, his acupuncture and massage were truly effective. At first, everyone thought the young leader's martial arts were unfathomable, but they were surprised to find his medical skills were also so superb, which made them even more impressed.

Two days later, Zhang Wuji's sword wound healed, and he immediately used the Nine Yang Divine Skill to expel the cold poison of the Xuan Yin Finger from Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers.

During his time in the secret passage, Zhang Wuji was placed in a relatively large stone chamber within the passage, where Xiao Zhao served him daily. Besides Yang Xiao and others visiting him, Yang Buhui also frequently came to visit her Wuji brother.

Accustomed to the company of beautiful women, Zhang Wuji found these days of recuperation without their company extremely difficult.

Several times he wanted to take advantage of Xiao Zhao, but because Zhang Wuji was now the leader of the Ming Cult, even in the secret passage, he was placed in the most comfortable and well-maintained chamber—partly due to his status, and partly for his convenience in recuperating! Here, Xiao Zhao served him daily.

Having finally recovered from his injuries, Zhang Wuji was already impatient, knowing no one would bother him.

At this moment, Xiao Zhao was changing his dressings as usual. Seeing Xiao Zhao's lovely face, Zhang Wuji was deeply moved. Thinking of Xiao Zhao's meticulous care over the past few days, he felt incredibly grateful. Still relying on his hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin real-life sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

So, he grabbed Xiao Zhao's head and pressed his burning lips to her delicate cherry lips.

Xiao Zhao's mind suddenly went blank, letting Zhang Wuji passionately kiss her. Their lips were tightly pressed together, lingering and intertwining.

"Husband, don't... I still need to change your dressings..." Xiao Zhao struggled and said.

"No need, my injuries are fully healed. I've been so pent up these past few days, let's consummate our marriage!"

Zhang Wuji pulled her onto the bed and held her tightly in his arms. As his tongue continued to shamelessly suckle at Xiao Zhao's fragrant tongue, her sweet scent wafted onto his face. Xiao Zhao gradually slumped into Zhang Wuji's arms, the sounds she made growing increasingly lewd.

After all, Xiao Zhao had only been with Zhang Wuji once, so she was still very shy, her body trembling slightly with nervousness. Zhang Wuji's deep kiss made her breathless. He gently stroked Xiao Zhao's burning cheeks, and when her eyes met his burning gaze, she shyly looked away a few times before finally closing them.

Xiao Zhao's shyness, her coy yet welcoming expression, made Zhang Wuji unable to resist. He hadn't had sex in a long time, and his penis was throbbing. He had only been with Xiao Zhao once, and the taste still lingered in his memory.

Zhang Wuji then prepared to undress Xiao Zhao, ready to have a good time with her.

Seeing that he was about to do that, Xiao Zhao quickly said, "Husband, no! Your injury hasn't healed yet, you can't do strenuous exercise. If the old injury flares up again, then... then Xiao Zhao will really be sorry to you, husband!"

Zhang Wuji had thought that Xiao Zhao would shyly agree, but he didn't expect her to refuse, so he was a little angry. But then he thought that Xiao Zhao was only doing it for his own good, afraid that his wound would reopen.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji suddenly thought of a mischievous idea, and said to Xiao Zhao, "Xiao Zhao, then I'll let you off the hook for today, but you have to lick me!"

Xiao Zhao didn't know what licking meant, and asked with a confused look, "Young master, what do you want me to lick?"

Seeing that she didn't understand at all, Zhang Wuji smiled and took off his pants, pulling out his big, hard penis. At this time, his penis was still soft because it wasn't erect, but it was still seven or eight inches long.

When Xiao Zhao saw Zhang Wuji take out his penis, she didn't know what he was going to do, but seeing the man's huge thing made her both ashamed and afraid.

Zhang Wuji lay half-reclined on the bed, spreading his legs so that Xiao Zhao would kneel between them. He said to her, "Xiao Zhao, just lick my penis!"

Xiao Zhao said shyly, "Husband, how can I lick that? I think it's so dirty!"

Hearing Xiao Zhao's words, Zhang Wuji pretended to be angry and said, "Xiao Zhao, do you think I'm dirty?

Don't you like me?"

Xiao Zhao quickly explained, "No, husband, you misunderstand. I like you very much, but..."

Zhang Wuji interrupted her, saying, "Xiao Zhao, since you like me, you should like all of me, including my body. If you..." "The fact that you're willing to lick my cock proves you like me; besides, it was my cock that deflowered you, making you feel so good. Now my cock hasn't felt good in a long time, you should reward it with your mouth; furthermore, how many wives in the world don't lick their husbands' cocks? You haven't tasted a cock before, so you don't know the pleasure, but once you get used to it, you might even want to lick it on your own!" These words left Xiao Zhao speechless. Although she felt that a man's cock was for urinating and penetration, she was, after all, Zhang Wuji's woman, and licking the cock of the man she liked at least made her feel less psychologically opposed.

So, Xiao Zhao bent down, grabbed Zhang Wuji's large penis with both hands, and gently licked it with her tongue.

But how could a pure girl like Xiao Zhao know how to perform oral sex? So she simply licked it lightly, but even that made Zhang Wuji feel incredibly good. Not only was Xiao Zhao's tongue smooth and delicate, but psychologically, it gave Zhang Wuji a strong sense of conquest.

Xiao Zhao lightly licked Zhang Wuji's penis, and she didn't find it uncomfortable as she had imagined; instead, she found it quite interesting, especially as it gradually hardened, eventually reaching over nine inches in length, which she found particularly amusing. Although Xiao Zhao could occasionally smell and taste the faint, fishy smell of Zhang Wuji's penis, it was a uniquely male scent, practically the best aphrodisiac for a woman.

Gradually, Zhang Wuji's desire rose, no longer satisfied with just Xiao Zhao's simple licking, so he asked her to take his penis into her mouth and manipulate it.

Xiao Zhao opened her small mouth, preparing to take Zhang Wuji's penis into her mouth. However, Zhang Wuji's penis was enormous, with the glans alone being the size of an egg, making it difficult for her to take it into her mouth.

Zhang Wuji then forcefully thrust his penis into Xiao Zhao's mouth, pushing it in a little further, but most of it was still outside. Xiao Zhao didn't know what to do, as her mouth was already full and she couldn't take in any more.

But Zhang Wuji seemed unsatisfied, forcefully pressing Xiao Zhao's head down towards his crotch, causing his penis to penetrate even deeper into her mouth. Xiao Zhao felt extremely uncomfortable; she clearly felt the penis reaching her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Seeing that it was deep enough, Zhang Wuji said to Xiao Zhao, "Just like this, use your little mouth to keep playing with my penis in your mouth, understand?"

With his penis in her mouth, Xiao Zhao could only nod to indicate that she understood. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, trying to suck on his penis like she was eating a popsicle. The girl's mouth struggled to accommodate the massive intrusion, and saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, her loose hair flying wildly between Zhang Wuji's legs. His enormous penis moved in and out of her small mouth; although he couldn't take it all in, it almost always reached the back of her throat.

Zhang Wuji saw that Xiao Zhao was learning quickly. The constant friction between her lips and his penis brought him immense pleasure. The warm, moist breath from her mouth enveloped his penis, and the unintentional friction of her pearly teeth and fragrant tongue brought him endless variations of pleasure.

Seeing Xiao Zhao's hands resting on his legs, he said to her, "Xiao Zhao, don't let your hands be idle, touch my two testicles!"

Hearing this, Xiao Zhao tentatively reached out and touched Zhang Wuji's two testicles, each the size of a duck egg. They felt slippery and heavy inside his scrotum.

Seeing Xiao Zhao holding his testicles in her hands, his penis in her mouth, and submitting to him, Zhang Wuji felt a sense of conquest. Watching the girl revere his penis, he felt he had not only conquered her body but also her heart.

Men generally desire their women to have a penile worship mentality, to revere their penises. The penis is a man's possession; if a woman worships even his penis, she will naturally be more submissive to him.

Xiao Zhao was completely unaware of Zhang Wuji's thoughts. The reason she willingly buried her face between his legs, performing oral sex and caressing his testicles, was largely because she genuinely liked him. She was willing to do anything for his happiness, and she was already his. The patriarchal ideas in her mind stemmed from a deep-seated dependence on Zhang Wuji, a willingness to accept his commands.

Zhang Wuji noticed Xiao Zhao's lips and tongue becoming increasingly nimble. She was indeed a quick-witted girl; even her oral sex skills were impressive, and she learned quickly. Sometimes she would even playfully bite Zhang Wuji's glans, giving him intense pleasure. To speed up the thrusting, he grabbed Xiao Zhao's head again, pushing and pulling it up and down, his penis thrusting deeper and deeper.

This continued for several hundred more thrusts until finally, Zhang Wuji's semen shot into Xiao Zhao's mouth, pouring deep into her throat.

Xiao Zhao felt her mouth was full of salty semen, some of which had even shot down her throat and into her stomach. She tried to spit out the remaining semen, but Zhang Wuji didn't pull his penis out. Because his penis was blocking her mouth, she couldn't spit out the semen.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji said to Xiao Zhao, "Xiao Zhao, be good, swallow all the semen in your mouth. It's good stuff; eating it will make you more beautiful." Xiao

Zhao had no choice but to obey, swallowing the semen in her mouth, sip by sip.

Then, Zhang Wuji pulled his penis out of Xiao Zhao's mouth, still containing his semen and Xiao Zhao's saliva. He then made Xiao Zhao lick his penis clean.

Xiao Zhao had been performing oral sex on Zhang Wuji for almost an hour, and her mouth was already sore and numb, but she still diligently licked Zhang Wuji's penis clean. As she licked, Zhang Wuji's penis quickly became erect again, and it seemed even harder than before.

Zhang Wuji grabbed Xiao Zhao and prepared to pin her down and have his way with her, saying, "Xiao Zhao, let me fuck you just once today, okay?"

Xiao Zhao, seeing that Zhang Wuji was about to have sex with her, was already filled with desire and anticipation. However, she knew that Zhang Wuji's injuries had not yet fully healed, and the exertion involved in penetration would be quite strenuous, potentially reopening his newly healed wounds. Therefore, she said to him, "Husband, don't do this. You're still injured; you can't do strenuous exercise!"

Zhang Wuji kissed Xiao Zhao and then said, "I didn't expect you to care about me so much! But I really want to penetrate your little hole. Your little cunt is so tight and contracting, making my big cock feel..." "Ah, that feels good. After I deflowered you last time, you made yourself so wet so much so that I could practice the Great Shift of the Universe. I should have made it up to you a long time ago, but I never had the chance. Today, I'll reward your little hole with my big cock, so don't hesitate. That's not like the Xiao Zhao who always obeys me!"

Xiao Zhao was embarrassed by Zhang Wuji's words. She lowered her head and whispered, "Young master, what about your injury..."

Zhang Wuji interrupted, "Didn't I just say that your injury is healed? It's alright!"

"But..." Xiao Zhao didn't finish her sentence before she let out a soft cry. Her cherry-like mouth had been sealed by Zhang Wuji's hot mouth.

"Mmm, no..." Xiao Zhao groaned.

Zhang Wuji said with desire, "Xiao Zhao, you're so beautiful, I... I want you..." As he spoke, he placed his hands on Xiao Zhao's breasts.

Xiao Zhao jolted as if electrocuted, gasped for breath, and then looked shyly at Zhang Wuji, saying, "Then...you have to take off your clothes, otherwise they'll get ruined...I didn't...I didn't bring any clothes with me into the secret passage!"

"No, you look even more alluring in these clothes..." Zhang Wuji roared, lifting Xiao Zhao's skirt and even tearing open her alluring flesh-colored panties.

"Ah..." Xiao Zhao gasped in surprise, not expecting Zhang Wuji to be so rough. She clung tightly to his body, letting Zhang Wuji dominate her.

Zhang Wuji grabbed her beautiful buttocks and ripped open her top, grabbing her full breasts. Underneath her disheveled clothes, Xiao Zhao trembled with passion and said softly, "Husband, carry me to the bed..."

Zhang Wuji immediately carried Xiao Zhao to the bed, his lips passionately kissing her forehead, eyes, corners of her eyes, and cheeks, before their lips met. The longing of being apart for so many days seemed to be released in this passionate kiss, and the two finally separated with great difficulty.

Xiao Zhao lay on top of Zhang Wuji, her slender hands undone his clothes. Her warm, fragrant body writhed in her arms like a water snake. Her soft, moist tongue slowly slid down his chest as the buttons were undone, the licking motions varying in intensity, her breath sweet and intoxicating.

As time passed, Xiao Zhao's hand reached Zhang Wuji's lower abdomen. Her nimble tongue darted out, gently sucking on his sensual navel. One hand couldn't resist lightly caressing his large tent through his trousers, her lips uttering soft, passionate moans. Under Xiao Zhao's teasing, Zhang Wuji's breathing quickened.

Lying on the large bed, Zhang Wuji could see Xiao Zhao, dressed in a dress, lying on the bed like a puppy, swaying her rounded hips. Because of her movements, her clothes were half-undone, revealing her smooth, tender skin and full breasts.

Even through her pants, Xiao Zhao could feel Zhang Wuji's large and hard penis. As she stroked it, a strange, inexplicable desire stirred within her; a longing for Zhang Wuji to freely play with her body.

Under his ministrations, her body grew increasingly hot. From beneath her dress and thong, a tingling, itchy sensation emanated from her forbidden zone, followed by streams of lustful fluid…

Sitting on the bed, Zhang Wuji stared intently at Xiao Zhao's sharply defined, beautifully shaped face: her long, slightly upturned eyelashes veiled her captivating eyes, trembling gently; her delicate, straight nose was exquisitely sculpted; her full, red lips displayed alluring curves like water chestnuts; her breasts stood proudly erect, like proud red plum blossoms; her waist was slender as a willow, her buttocks round as the moon, her full, round breasts rippled with waves of milk; her voluptuous body curves seemed meticulously crafted.

Seeing this alluring sight, Zhang Wuji grew even more excited. He pulled Xiao Zhao close, his hands unbuttoning her dress and kneading her full breasts, saying, "Xiao Zhao, your breasts are truly exquisite..." Xiao

Zhao replied, "Even the most beautiful things are now in your hands."

Zhang Wuji's hands suddenly slipped into her breasts, first roughly caressing them, feeling the soft, elastic flesh against his skin. Then, he gently stroked them, like a light breeze and gentle rain. The alternation between firm and light touches aroused Xiao Zhao, making it difficult for her to resist.

Just then, Zhang Wuji ripped open her bra, his index and middle fingers expertly kneading the two grape-sized nipples on Xiao Zhao's breasts.

"Oh! Young master, no... Oh! It hurts, you're hurting me..." After just a few moments of Zhang Wuji's caresses, Xiao Zhao went limp, panting, and collapsed onto him.

Xiao Zhao's originally snow-white and translucent skin gradually developed a mature and alluring blush, like a ripe peach, making her appear incredibly alluring. Her eyes were captivatingly charming, and her every glance exuded a seductive allure. Coupled with his soft moans, she appeared even more breathtaking, her youthful beauty and charm fully revealed.

Seeing Xiao Zhao so beautiful, limp against his body, Zhang Wuji's desire intensified. He caressed her body with one hand while sucking on her round, jade-like earlobe, saying, "Xiao Zhao, you're so beautiful." Then he opened his mouth and took her round, soft breasts, like two pears, into his mouth.

Xiao Zhao let out a soft "Oh," her head tilting back, unable to suppress the pleasure in her heart, moaning repeatedly, "Oh, oh, oh..."

Though she cried out joyfully, her slender hands were not idle, embracing Zhang Wuji's head, allowing him to kiss her even more tenderly.

Zhang Wuji's tongue first lightly licked around Xiao Zhao's nipple, while one hand kneaded her other high, firm breast, two fingers gently pinching her already erect nipple, teasing it tenderly and skillfully.

Under the teasing of Zhang Wuji's seemingly magical hands, Xiao Zhao gasped softly, her ample breasts swelling further, her grape-sized nipples hardening and radiating a lustrous glow; his other hand then moved through her lower abdomen to Xiao Zhao's pubic area, gently rubbing it.

Under Zhang Wuji's ministrations, Xiao Zhao felt her desire rekindled. Her long-suppressed passion erupted like a volcano, her lower body flowing with fluids under Zhang Wuji's little fingers. Reaching her limit, she let out a passionate "Oh," and said, "Young Master... Oh... Xiao Zhao... can't take it... Xiao Zhao... wants..."

Watching Xiao Zhao, so dignified and elegant in public, her eyes softening with desire under his caresses, her pretty face flushed with passion, and hot breath escaping from her lips, all of this indicated that this woman was aroused.

Zhang Wuji's hands continued to caress Xiao Zhao's body, feigning ignorance, and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what do you want?"

Xiao Zhao, being experienced, knew perfectly well that Zhang Wuji was deliberately trying to get her to say those shameful things. Her face flushed, and excitement flashed in her eyes. She grabbed Zhang Wuji's enormous penis and said lewdly, "Xiao Zhao wants your big thing, to thrust it in hard..." As soon as she finished speaking, she buried her face in Zhang Wuji's chest.

Seeing Xiao Zhao utter those shameful words as he wished, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of accomplishment, a thrill of conquest welling up within him.

His large hands kneaded Xiao Zhao's buttocks as he said, "Xiao Zhao, the more you say, the more excited I get. Come on, suck mine." Xiao Zhao, her head buried against Zhang Wuji's chest, indeed parted her rosy lips and gently sucked on the small nipples on his chest.

Zhang Wuji felt Xiao Zhao first lick his nipples with her lips, then extend her tongue to gently suckle. A series of pleasures surged from his chest, especially when she moved her tongue; Zhang Wuji felt his whole body tremble. If he had to describe that pleasure in one word, it would be ecstasy.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but let out an "Oh," and said with a seductive tone, "Xiao Zhao, so good."

Xiao Zhao was also quite proud and excited at this moment, and worked even harder. At the same time, her warm, jade-like hands caressed his strong body, feeling his unparalleled strength. She couldn't help but say, "Young Master, you are so strong!"

Zhang Wuji chuckled and said, "Does Xiao Zhao like it?"

"Yes, Xiao Zhao likes it the most, Young Master." As she spoke, Xiao Zhao's hand went to Zhang Wuji's crotch and touched his already throbbing penis again, sighing, "So hard." Hearing those seductive words coming from Xiao Zhao's mouth, Zhang Wuji's heart was filled with extreme excitement.

Feeling Zhang Wuji's penis roaring silently in her hand, Xiao Zhao was also very excited, and a strange expectation rose in her heart. She said immediately, "Young Master, hurry up and put it in! Today, Xiao Zhao will give you enough."

Actually, even without him saying it, Zhang Wuji was already willing to do so. He then forcefully inserted his thick penis into Xiao Zhao's lustful hole.

"Ah...it's too big...it can't go in..." Xiao Zhao cried out in pain.

Zhang Wuji saw Xiao Zhao biting her lip and was excited by her dedication. He used the elasticity of his waist to lift his buttocks upward from below.

Xiao Zhao was deeply penetrated by Zhang Wuji's penis, and she twisted her buttocks desperately, feeling as if her body was being torn apart by Zhang Wuji's penis, but a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from her body.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Xiao Zhao seemed to have lost the ability to speak, and could only groan.

Zhang Wuji thrust his buttocks upward with all his might. At this moment, Xiao Zhao's body suddenly tensed up, and the folds of her vagina that tightly gripped his penis contracted even more intensely, squeezing his penis. He felt that Xiao Zhao was being a little too passive. He was the one thrusting, and she was just waiting for his penis to go in, so he stopped thrusting.

Xiao Zhao found that Zhang Wuji was not moving, but she was still sitting on his big penis, the glans already deeply pressed into the depths of her vagina. She felt her vagina was completely filled by the large penis, making her feel incredibly full. At the same time, her vaginal muscles were unbearably itchy, craving the penis to pound inside.

So, Xiao Zhao tentatively raised her body, and the penis slowly withdrew from her vagina. Her vagina immediately felt incredibly empty, forcing her to lower her body again. The penis plunged deeply once more, though two or three inches still protruded. She felt as if the penis had reached her cervix.

Unable to bear the torment of desire, Xiao Zhao gradually began to actively manipulate herself, her body rising and falling, the penis thrusting in and out of her vagina.

Lying on the bed, Zhang Wuji watched as Xiao Zhao actively sought pleasure, her body rising and falling, her tender vulva constantly engulfing his penis. The blissful yet painful expression on her face, her breasts swaying incessantly, her legs twisting wildly, and hearing her intermittent moans and cries of pleasure filled him with immense excitement.

"Ah, so good!" Xiao Zhao finally succumbed to pleasure, her warm, narrow vulva tightly gripping Zhang Wuji's penis, making him exclaim in admiration. Soon, her vagina released lubricant, allowing him to smoothly enter and exit, enjoying exquisite pleasure without any pain.

Zhang Wuji breathed heavily, his strong, powerful waist twisting continuously; he was completely aroused…

After dozens of thrusts, Zhang Wuji closed Xiao Zhao's legs, pressing them down to her chest, causing her vulva to arch upwards, his genitals squeezed together between her thighs, forming a thin slit.

Zhang Wuji forcefully thrust his penis in, continuing to pump. He loved this position. Although Xiao Zhao couldn't move, her body was incredibly elastic. Each time he pressed down, her body instinctively rebounded. Pressing down again caused her to bounce back. His penis not only felt the tightness of her vagina but also experienced intense thrusting pleasure.

Xiao Zhao's fluids were constantly being drawn out with each thrust, splashing onto her snow-white skin. She was completely under his control, unable to move. Her body was no longer her own, involuntarily rising and falling with his thrusts. His powerful penis relentlessly poured its storm-like force into her, simultaneously emptying her and taking away her sense of self.

Intense pleasure spread throughout her body from below. Xiao Zhao's long-suppressed desire found its outlet, surging forth in a frenzy. In this ecstatic pleasure, she cried out excitedly, "Ah...ah..."

"So beautiful! Xiao Zhao, I never knew your voice was so captivating! Hehe..."

Zhang Wuji thrust even harder, his hard penis rapidly penetrating her vagina.

"Ah...oh...ah..." Xiao Zhao's cries grew louder and louder. She didn't know if she was screaming or laughing. Her heart was completely lost; the overwhelming pleasure completely consumed her, conquering her.

Zhang Wuji roared, making a final, desperate effort. Moments later, his penis throbbed, ejaculating milky white semen into her vagina. It

was all over, but Xiao Zhao's body was still trembling uncontrollably. Zhang Wuji released his countless offspring and lay on her body to rest.

Under Zhang Wuji's powerful thrusts, Xiao Zhao fainted.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly awoke, the unprecedented pleasure still lingering in her body as she savored it.

While Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao were performing oral sex and making love in the stone chamber, someone was secretly watching everything unfold outside the door, from beginning to end. That person was Yang Buhui.

Originally, Yang Buhui had intended to check on Zhang Wuji's injuries, but she hadn't expected the stone chamber door to be tightly closed. Just as she was about to push it open, she discovered the door was shut, and a strange sound was coming from the crack. Out of curiosity, she peered through the crack. Because the door was made of stone and had been there for so long, many stones had fallen out, making it easy to see what was happening inside.

What she saw shocked her greatly. Xiao Zhao was kneeling beneath Zhang Wuji, sucking and licking his penis. Zhang Wuji's penis was thick, large, and hard, easily a foot long. This greatly surprised her; in her hazy memory, Zhang Wuji's penis had been small and soft. How could it have become so large after only a few years!

Yang Buhui was even more surprised that the ugly girl from before was now with her brother Wuji, and that he seemed to like her very much.

Thinking of this, Yang Buhui felt waves of hatred. She couldn't believe this girl dared to steal her Wuji brother! And Wuji brother, why did he like such a maid?!

That night, Yang Buhui couldn't sleep. She thought about many things, about the days she spent with Wuji brother, and of course, about the scene she had just witnessed of Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao having sex in bed. She felt a strange mix of emotions.

Chapter 064 Yang Buhui Loses

Her Virginity The next day, Yang Buhui, still furious, went directly to confront Zhang Wuji.

At this time, Zhang Wuji was resting in his residence in the secret passage, with Xiao Zhao attending to him. Yang Buhui entered and, seeing Xiao Zhao also in the room, looked unhappy. She said to Zhang Wuji, "Brother Wuji, this girl's origins are unknown. She's probably a spy, perhaps even in cahoots with Cheng Kun. Don't fall for her tricks again! Don't let her deceive you! Get rid of her, or just kill her!"

Zhang Wuji hurriedly said, "Sister Bu Hui, you've come at the right time! I was just about to tell you this! I've been with Xiao Zhao for so long, I know her best. Look at her, such an innocent and naive girl, how could she be a spy! To say she's in cahoots with Cheng Kun is even more absurd. I saw Cheng Kun lock us up with my own eyes. If it weren't for Xiao Zhao, I might have died in the Ming Cult's secret passage long ago, and I wouldn't have been able to come out and rescue my brothers. So she's been kind to our Ming Cult, we can't be ungrateful and put her in shackles and handcuffs! I think you should use the key to unlock her shackles and handcuffs!"

Yang Bu Hui saw that Zhang Wuji was protecting Xiao Zhao at every turn and even wanted her to unlock Xiao Zhao's shackles. Then she said, "Brother Wuji, how have you changed? Now you're always siding with outsiders, you're completely different from the Brother Wuji you used to be!"

Zhang Wuji replied, "Xiao Zhao is no longer an outsider, she's my maid now, and she's considered a member of our Ming Cult!"

Yang Buhui snorted and said, "So, does that mean I have to call Xiao Zhao 'Master's Wife' tomorrow?"

Hearing Yang Buhui's words, both Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao blushed. Xiao Zhao quickly explained, "Miss, it's not what you think!"

Yang Buhui mocked Xiao Zhao, "You still know how to call me Miss? I thought you and the Master were having an affair, and I was up to no good. You still want to lie to me? I saw everything you and Brother Wuji did in the room!"

"Miss, I..." At this point, Xiao Zhao's face turned so red she didn't know what to do, and she lowered her head and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji quickly tried to persuade Yang Buhui, saying, "Sister Buhui, this has nothing to do with Xiao Zhao!!

I'm the one who took her!! For the sake of our past friendship, please unlock Xiao Zhao's chains!!

She follows me every day now, and if she really does anything wrong, or is a spy! I, Zhang Wuji, will be the first to not let her go!! But it's very inconvenient for you to have her handcuffed and shackled like this to serve me, isn't it? I know you are the kindest girl in the world, how can you bear to see her suffer like this!"

Yang Buhui was extremely unwilling, but Zhang Wuji had already said so much, and if she didn't agree, she would seem petty. So she said, "You don't need to beg me... the key isn't with me, I lost it!"

Zhang Wuji said, "If that's the case, then I can only ask the Left Envoy of Light to unlock the chains."

Yang Buhui said angrily, "You don't need to go yourself, I'll go ask for you." "

Xiao Zhao, you come with me, just say it's my idea!" Zhang Wuji was afraid that Yang Buhui would really throw away the key, which would lead to trouble.

Yang Buhui seemed very angry, and took Xiao Zhao out to find her father, Yang Xiao, and finally unlocked Xiao Zhao's hand and foot shackles.

When Yang Buhui returned to Zhang Wuji's room, she actually closed the door!

"Sister Buhui, have Xiao Zhao's shackles been unlocked?" Zhang Wuji asked with concern.

"Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao!! All you care about is her?" Yang Buhui said angrily, "Isn't she just a little maid? Why are you so worried about her?! We've been together since we were little, don't you care about me at all?"

Zhang Wuji could see that Yang Buhui was jealous, and he was very happy. So he said, "Sister Buhui, actually, for the past five years, I've dreamed of you. So after I cured my cold poison, the first thing I did was come to Bright Peak to find you, but I never expected so many setbacks."

"Then... then why did you get together with that girl Xiao Zhao!" Yang Buhui still pressed on relentlessly.

Zhang Wuji could only fabricate a lie, saying, "I cured the cold poison in my body by taking an extremely potent and hot medicinal herb, combined with an extremely domineering pure Yang internal energy cultivation method. Although the cold poison in my body has been eliminated, every three to five days, my body feels like it's burning hot, my whole body is boiling with heat. Every time this happens, I need to cultivate with a woman to expel and consume the heat energy in my body... That day, Xiao Zhao and I were in the secret passage when the heat poison in my body erupted, and I had no choice but to have relations with her, Sister Bu Hui. I... I'm really not what you think."

Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Yang Bu Hui felt much relieved and stammered, "Brother Wuji, I... I misunderstood you! How... how have you been these past few years?"

At this point, Zhang Wuji opened up and told Yang Bu Hui about his experiences over the past few years, leaving Yang Bu Hui speechless. Of course, Zhang Wuji omitted his past with the women of Red Plum Manor from Yang Bu Hui, after all, that was not a glorious thing.

After listening to Zhang Wuji's words, Yang Buhui said, "I never imagined you'd have such experiences these past few years. But I really wish you had stayed on Zuowang Peak back then, so you could have been with me every day and wouldn't have forgotten me!"

Zhang Wuji asked in surprise, "I haven't forgotten you! How could you think that?"

Yang Buhui pouted and said, "That's right, that's right! Although you only got together with Xiao Zhao to detoxify,

these past few days, I've seen you and Xiao Zhao exchanging glances, so concerned for her, protecting her at every turn, but you don't care about me at all, and you don't play with me. Since we met, you've been inseparable from Xiao Zhao every day, but you treat me like a complete stranger! Isn't that forgetting me?"

Zhang Wuji said, "That's because I've been very busy lately and haven't had time to play with you. Xiao Zhao is my maid, so naturally she's with me."

Yang Buhui retorted angrily, "That's not true! I know that you and Xiao Zhao are together every night..." …In bed…you just said that the heat toxicity only flares up once every three to five days, but you two…” Yang Buhui was too embarrassed to finish her sentence, but they both understood what she meant. Zhang Wuji then said, “Then Xiao Zhao and I have also developed feelings for each other over time.”

Yang Buhui quickly asked, “Don’t you like me?”

Zhang Wuji replied, “No, no, I like you very much. I’ve always treated you like my own sister, and I think you’ve probably always treated me like your own brother too! But Xiao Zhao and I have feelings for each other, which is different from this.”

Yang Buhui pouted and said, “What sister? You…you’re lying!”

Zhang Wuji then asked, “Sister Buhui, haven’t you met a suitable husband these past few years?”

Yang Buhui lowered her head and said, “Brother Wuji, my heart has belonged to you for years. I’ve never thought about any other man!”

Seeing that Yang Buhui deeply liked him, Zhang Wuji sat down beside her and gently embraced her.

In truth, Zhang Wuji had long harbored feelings for Yang Buhui, but he hesitated because she was Yang Xiao's daughter, a formidable figure. Furthermore, having just assumed the position of leader of the Ming Cult, he needed the support of a senior figure like Yang Xiao. Therefore, he dared not make a move on his daughter. Besides, he spent every night with Xiao Zhao, enjoying her company, and had no time to think about Yang Buhui. Now, however, he understood Yang Buhui's feelings. With such a beautiful woman offering herself to him, how could he remain unmoved? Moreover, Yang Buhui was not yet seventeen, and so adorable—truly a ripe peach. If he didn't pluck her now, would he wait for Yin Liting of Wudang to come and take her away?

So Zhang Wuji whispered in Yang Buhui's ear, "Since you like me, would you be willing to serve me in bed like Xiao Zhao did?"

Yang Buhui shyly nestled into Zhang Wuji's arms and whispered, "I...I don't know...I don't understand anything...but...I want to be your wife, so I'll listen to...listen to you..."

Seeing that Yang Buhui had tacitly agreed, Zhang Wuji suddenly leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Yang Buhui trembled, her body going limp against Zhang Wuji's arm, his tongue pressing against her cherry lips. Yang Buhui was almost breathless from the pressure, so she could only slightly open her mouth to breathe, and Zhang Wuji's tongue slipped into her sweet mouth.

Yang Buhui breathed heavily as Zhang Wuji's tongue roamed in her mouth. When his tongue drew hers out, his lips captured it, pulling it into his own mouth and sucking. Yang Buhui gripped Zhang Wuji's arm tightly, her body limp and slumped in his embrace.

Zhang Wuji's right hand caressed her body, slowly approaching her breasts, stroking them through her clothes. He felt that her firm breasts were noticeably fuller than they had been a few years ago. He removed Yang Buhui's outer garments, leaving her only in a bodice.

Yang Buhui gave a soft "hmm," and Zhang Wuji ripped off her bodice, revealing her delicate breasts. They were a perfect pair of breasts; because Yang Buhui's skin was very fair, her breasts appeared even whiter, not only full but also very round and firm—breasts brimming with the tenderness and wild vitality of a teenage girl, making one reluctant to caress them carelessly.

Zhang Wuji, naturally unable to resist the allure of the young girl's breasts, gently caressed her smooth, creamy nipples, causing Yang Buhui's small, pink nipples to swell. Zhang Wuji bent down and took each of her two translucent nipples into his mouth, teasing them with his tongue and gently sucking.

Yang Buhui couldn't help but secretly watch how Zhang Wuji teased her breasts. She moaned softly, clearly feeling Zhang Wuji's tongue gliding and sliding across her breasts like a small snake, making her feel hot and itchy all over.

Zhang Wuji's mouth continued to roam between Yang Buhui's breasts, his hands grasping one breast in each hand, kneading them wantonly. The girl's white, delicate breasts were squeezed into various shapes under his hands.

Yang Buhui's breasts were being played with alternately by Zhang Wuji's mouth, tongue, and hands, which was very stimulating. She couldn't help but moan softly, "Ah... um... ah..."

After playing with Yang Buhui's breasts for a while, Zhang Wuji reached out to unbutton her pants. Soon, Yang Buhui was left wearing only a small pair of underpants. Just as he was about to remove those, he noticed her small feet, something he greatly admired. Yang Buhui's feet were exceptionally beautiful; he had held them in his arms and caressed them countless times before, and he certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.

So, instead of immediately removing her underpants, he cupped her feet in his arms and removed her pure white socks. Yang Buhui's smooth, jade-like white feet were now completely exposed. Zhang Wuji slowly kissed the soft, full soles of Yang Buhui's feet, inhaling the delicate fragrance emanating from them. Finally, Zhang Wuji couldn't resist extending his tongue and gently licking the soles of Yang Buhui's feet. Yang Buhui, already trembling from Zhang Wuji's teasing, felt an indescribable tingling sensation spread throughout her body with his lick. She convulsed rapidly, her breath coming in fragrant gasps, and her lower body gradually became wet.

And so, Zhang Wuji licked Yang Buhui's little feet. After a while, Zhang Wuji finally put down Yang Buhui's jade feet and reached for her underpants with his right hand. He saw that her underpants were already soaked with her vaginal fluids, and the small underpants were now semi-transparent, vaguely revealing her vulva and pubic hair.

Zhang Wuji laughed and said to Yang Buhui, "Little sister Buhui, you're being naughty! Look, your lower part is all wet, so much water has flowed out!"

Yang Buhui closed her eyes in embarrassment and said in a coquettish voice, "I don't know what happened, it's probably all your fault!"

Zhang Wuji said, looking very aggrieved, "I'm so wronged, I just touched your lower part, I only licked your breasts and the soles of your feet and you're already this wet, do you want your brother Wuji to penetrate your little hole sooner?"

Yang Buhui said shyly, "Brother Wuji, you're bad, you're bullying me..."

Zhang Wuji laughed and made Yang Buhui lie down on the bed, spreading her legs a little apart, and saw that her panties were soaked, and they were covered in sticky fluid when touched. He then said to Yang Buhui in a serious tone, "Sister Buhui, you'd better think this through. If this continues, I'll really do it to you. This time is different from before; I'm serious, and I'll actually put my cock inside your little hole. You can still regret it now, otherwise, once I take off your panties and see your tender hole, I'll definitely have to penetrate you. Don't regret it then, and don't be afraid of the pain!"

Yang Buhui looked at Zhang Wuji and said, "Brother Wuji, have you forgotten my name is Buhui? I won't regret it. This is my first time, so please be gentle with me. If it really hurts, I'll endure it!"

Hearing Yang Buhui's words, Zhang Wuji felt relieved and lowered his head to lick her panties. He first licked the inside of Yang Buhui's thighs, then used the tip of his tongue to pry open her wet panties, and used his fingers to hook open her panties, revealing Yang Buhui's pink and tender little hole. He tore her panties open with his teeth, then kissed Yang Buhui's vulva—a virgin's vulva! Although Zhang Wuji had tasted Xiao Zhao's virgin vulva, the taste of different girls' vulvas was different, and Yang Buhui's vulva was a different kind of charm.

Yang Buhui couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and Zhang Wuji's tongue savored her tender little honey hole, gently licking Yang Buhui's vulva, which he hadn't seen for many years, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. Yang Buhui had sparse pubic hair, and her labia majora were small and tender in color, tightly wrapping around the even more delicate labia minora, with only a thin slit in the middle, like the vulva of an undeveloped girl.

Zhang Wuji's tongue teased Yang Buhui's vulva in every way, and her little hole had turned very red, her beautiful vulva half-open, with a lot of lustful fluid flowing out. Zhang Wuji kept licking and sucking, and his tongue also entered her little hole.

Yang Buhui's moans grew louder and more ecstatic. Zhang Wuji's tongue penetrated deeper, his nose occasionally rubbing against her clitoris, which had swelled considerably and turned an unusually bright red.

While licking Yang Buhui's vulva, Zhang Wuji said to her, "Sister Buhui, your little hole has grown even more beautiful in the years I haven't seen it. I've already seen your vulva, it's time I showed you my cock! Do you want to see it?"

Yang Buhui was too embarrassed to say it aloud, and simply nodded slightly.

Zhang Wuji then got up and took off his clothes, quickly stripping naked. His cock sprang out, the glans already swollen and red, trembling and glaring at Yang Buhui.

Yang Buhui stared blankly at Zhang Wuji's cock, her mouth half-open, unable to speak. She was utterly astonished.

How could it be so big? Completely different from when she was a child. Although she had spied on Zhang Wuji having sex with Xiao Zhao before, she was far away then, and his penis was constantly going in and out, so she couldn't see very clearly. It was nothing compared to seeing it so closely and realistically now.

She knew that this same large penis was inside Xiao Zhao's vagina and mouth, making her moan and groan in ecstasy. Soon, this same large penis would also be inside her, breaking her hymen and making her a real woman, able to enjoy the pleasures of womanhood like Xiao Zhao. She couldn't resist reaching out her slender hand and gently touching Zhang Wuji's large penis. The penis trembled a few times, startling her so much that she quickly withdrew her hand.

Zhang Wuji was overjoyed to see this and said to Yang Buhui, "Sister Buhui, feel free to touch it, it's fun, it's yours!"

Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Yang Buhui boldly touched the inch-long penis again, saying as she touched it, "Brother Wuji, what is this? It's so big, so hard, and so hot!"

Zhang Wuji replied, "Sister Buhui, this is my big penis, it's specially for inserting into all those little holes in your body, do you like it?"

Yang Buhui didn't answer, but instead brought her nose close to the penis and smelled it, saying, "Brother Wuji, it smells so fishy!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji placed Yang Buhui's soaked panties in front of her and said, "Smell it, who smells fishier?"

Yang Buhui said coquettishly, "It's all your fault!" As she spoke, she stared intently at Zhang Wuji's penis.

Zhang Wuji rolled over and pinned Yang Buhui beneath him, kissing her cherry lips. His hands, like Lu Shan's, caressed and kneaded Yang Buhui's soft breasts, roaming over her body until she gasped and moaned softly.

Yang Buhui lay flat on the bed, her hazy eyes vast and boundless, her cheeks flushed. Her breasts, firm and round, were soft and white,

with two rose-petal-like blood-red nipples, high and erect, moistened by his saliva and the steam of his breath, like freshly washed cherries. "So sweet, so fragrant..." Zhang Wuji spat out the firm, swollen, crimson nipples, glistening with a trace of clear, lewd saliva. His hot lips and tongue, enveloped in a melting heat, meandered down her white, smooth breasts, her small navel, her flat stomach.

Yang Buhui's skin had become unusually sensitive; even the slightest warmth could make her tremble all over.

Zhang Wuji's teasing... The caresses and fondling fueled Yang Buhui's yearning and emptiness. Her desire burned ever brighter; she awaited the final release, the final surge, the most unrestrained, tumultuous experience—a true coming-of-age and transformation for a young woman, approaching both pain and pleasure.

Yang Buhui's alabaster thighs were covered in fine beads of sweat. Zhang Wuji grasped her slender waist, his bright red tongue, like a hot iron, gently licking her snow-white, delicate thighs.

A short, shy moan escaped Yang Buhui's nostrils. Her tightly closed thighs finally parted slightly under the man's lips and tongue. Her breathing became heavy, her firm, rounded breasts heaving.

Zhang Wuji's soft tongue gently pierced the warm, moist valley; the pure petals were blooming, the depths of the flower path beginning to muddy.

Yang Buhui, panting heavily, her snow-white skin flushed with a captivating blush, radiating beauty. She suddenly arched her back, her breasts rising high, trembling involuntarily as she climaxed under Zhang Wuji's tongue.

On the bed, the rolling waves of her breasts and buttocks were undoubtedly the most arousing sight of spring.

Zhang Wuji's hands grasped her firm, rounded breasts, their smooth, tender flesh rising and falling rapidly under his kneading, changing into various lewd shapes.

Yang Buhui's face was flushed, as if she could be pinched to release water, her eyes glazed, and soft moans escaping her nose, one after another.

Zhang Wuji let out a low growl, his hot mouth engulfing Yang Buhui's entire right breast, filling it to the brim. His lips pressed, his teeth bit, and his tongue licked.

With a three-pronged approach, Zhang Wuji made Yang Buhui's nipple, along with his desire, swell within his mouth, this swelling wandering throughout her body.

Smelling the sweet fragrance emanating from Yang Buhui, Zhang Wuji felt his mouth go dry. His nimble right hand traversed mountains and valleys, sliding from the beautiful girl's flat stomach to her rounded buttocks, then down her snow-white thighs to her delicate lower abdomen. His touch revealed a slender, soft, fragrant patch of grass—the mysterious jungle guarding Yang Buhui's sacred ground, a remnant of human reproduction and procreation.

Zhang Wuji's fingers followed the path through the sparse jungle, entering a rugged valley. Here, spring was in full bloom, the water and grass abundant, the environment warm and humid, nurturing the girl's most mysterious and delicate flower garden. He cautiously tested her reaction, gently sliding his fingers into her closed, full, sweet lips.

The sacred private garden was suddenly invaded by Zhang Wuji's passionate fingers. Yang Buhui's breath quickened, a sobbing moan escaping from deep within her throat. Her cheeks burned like fire, her smooth, jade-like body trembled slightly, a delicate pink hue mingling with beads of sweat seeping from every pore of her body.

Yang Buhui's two long, shapely legs were slightly parted. Zhang Wuji's fingers slid up and down between her full, moist lips, feeling her body tremble slightly. At the same time, he sucked hard on Yang Buhui's tender breasts, leaving bright red marks on her snow-white skin.

"Ah!" Yang Buhui cried out in pain, her whole body suddenly arching, her soft muscles becoming taut and stiff. Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, and two large teardrops slid down her cheeks, disappearing onto the sheets.

"Does it hurt?" Zhang Wuji quickly withdrew his fingers from Yang Buhui's lips, which were wet and slippery with the nectar of a young girl's arousal.

Zhang Wuji was now ready to release his arrow. He spread Yang Buhui's legs apart and thrust into her hard.

His penis slid off her labia, unable to enter. Zhang Wuji, recalling the indecent films he'd seen, adjusted the angle of his penis, letting it slowly circle at the entrance of her moist vulva, gently touching and grinding against it, making her breath feel hot, her desire intensifying. Crystal-clear fluid gushed from her clitoris, soaking a large patch of the quilt.

"Ah," Yang Buhui gasped softly, her bright red lips trembling slightly, her eyes half-open, half-closed, her gaze alluring and dreamy.

Her face was flushed, radiating a seductive charm, tiny beads of sweat seeping from her burning skin, her inner thighs glistening with perspiration, exuding a captivating fragrance.

Then, Zhang Wuji lifted Yang Buhui's legs, his penis pressing against her vulva, rubbing it incessantly, the fluids flowing from her vagina gradually soaking his large penis. Because Yang Buhui's vulva was so wet, Zhang Wuji's glans only rubbed against the entrance of her vagina a few times before thrusting straight in, penetrating deeply and breaking through the thin hymen. His glans almost reached her cervix.

Yang Buhui screamed in agony. She hadn't expected Zhang Wuji to be so strong, inserting most of his penis deep into her vagina in one go, breaking her hymen as well. The double pain of the ruptured hymen and the penetration made her feel like she was dying. A burning sensation ran through her lower body, as if a red-hot iron rod had been thrust inside.

Zhang Wuji, on the other hand, found this feeling amazing. The last time he deflowered Xiao Zhao, it was a gradual process, unlike this time with Yang Buhui, which was a swift and complete act. He could better appreciate the narrowness and tightness of a virgin's vagina and the exhilaration of penetrating all the way in. He could also more deeply understand the virgin's expression of loss after deflowering and her selfless dedication amidst the tearing pain of her body.

Yang Buhui's vagina was very tight, tightly enveloping Zhang Wuji's penis, warm and smooth inside. Zhang Wuji continued his efforts, thrusting forcefully. Yang Buhui's cries sounded extremely painful, but Zhang Wuji found her moans very sweet and seductive.

"Ah...it hurts so much...no...Brother Wuji...please spare me...slower...insert...insert my vagina...my vagina...faster...I can't take it anymore...ah..."

Listening to Yang Buhui's moans and cries, Zhang Wuji's penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, each time bringing out a lot of her vaginal fluid, mixed with traces of blood. The fluid flowed down her vulva, down to her pink anus, and finally onto the sheets, soaking a large area.

Zhang Wuji's large glans suddenly invaded the entire entrance of the girl's valley, a special sensation quickly spreading throughout Yang Buhui's body, her heart pounding wildly, unsure whether it was excitement, desire, or fear?

Unbeknownst to him, Yang Buhui's virgin territory had already secreted a warm tide of passion. Her delicate lips, like newly blossoming buds, parted their petals. The thick penis, as if attracted by a magnet, pressed tightly against Yang Buhui's secret valley, thrusting forward with clear purpose, aided by the woman's smooth, lustful fluids.

Yang Buhui's clitoris felt waves of pain under the impact of the powerful force of the thick penis. She subconsciously tightened her vaginal muscles, and the glans quickly encountered resistance.

Zhang Wuji straightened his back, the charge sounding suddenly. His erect penis, head held high and tongue lolling out, tilted forward sharply, forcefully opening the soft, dreamlike peach garden of her virginity, and pushing even harder into her secret valley passage.

"Ah...oh...ah! Ouch..."

Yang Buhui felt a sharp pain, as if a blade had pierced her flesh, coming from the entrance of her vagina. Her snow-white skin turned a striking pink, her whole body trembled, and suddenly she screamed, "Ah, it hurts!"

A warm, bright red liquid slowly seeped from her vagina, completely filled by the penis. She knew Zhang Wuji's penis had broken through her hymen and entered her vagina, which had never been penetrated by an "outsider." She tried to clench her teeth, but couldn't control her moans and cries.

Yang Buhui thought of her virginity, which she had cherished and protected for seventeen years, finally given to the person she loved… A wave of joy, shyness, and pain washed over her, and tears of happiness streamed down her face as her virgin blood flowed…

Her barren virgin territory was being cultivated for the first time by a man's genitals. Although her mysterious peach garden was somewhat moist, it still felt incredibly tight. Zhang Wuji kissed her entire body tenderly, his penis remaining still inside her for a while before slowly thrusting in, pulling her body forcefully, pumping in and out.

Yang Buhui barely managed to control the deep pain in her vaginal muscles with her utmost endurance, but the wondrous nature of human desire didn't allow her much space for pain or sorrow.

As the pain from the tearing of her hymen subsided, Zhang Wuji's penis thrust deeper and deeper into her passage. Her tender nipples, sucked until engorged and swollen, were a sign of burgeoning lust.

Excited, Zhang Wuji lifted Yang Buhui's legs high, placing them on his shoulders, and thrust into her with all his might, each time inserting his entire penis until it reached her cervix. Under his rapid and powerful assault, Yang Buhui cried out wildly. Because she had previously released a large amount of vaginal fluid, it flowed out again, lubricating her vagina and allowing Zhang Wuji's large penis to thrust in and out smoothly. Therefore, Yang Buhui's pain quickly subsided, replaced by a painful yet pleasurable and indescribable sensation.

Yang Buhui stretched out her arms, gripping the sheets, her whole body writhing. Her vagina, already swollen and red, opened even wider under the thrusting of his large penis, and the vaginal fluid, which had initially flowed out, now gushed out. Her eyes were half-closed, her small face displaying a comfortable and intoxicated expression, looking extremely lewd.

Zhang Wuji thought to himself: This Yang Buhui, at such a young age, can enjoy herself so much on her first time being penetrated. This is thanks not only to my large penis and superb bedroom skills, but also to her lewd desires and sensitive constitution.

As Yang Buhui's moans grew louder and louder, she suddenly let out several rapid and intense cries. She had reached orgasm, her vaginal fluids flowing everywhere, the hot waves of fluids hitting his glans. An ordinary person would have ejaculated long ago, but Zhang Wuji used his Nine Yang Divine Skill to temporarily suppress his ejaculation, because he wanted to fuck Yang Buhui again and make her reach orgasm several more times.

Yang Buhui was already exhausted from being penetrated. She closed her eyes and hummed, seemingly enjoying it.

Zhang Wuji then asked Yang Buhui, "Sister Buhui, are you enjoying it? Are you comfortable?"

Yang Buhui replied weakly, "Brother Wuji...it's...it's so comfortable...I've never...been so...comfortable before...no wonder Xiao Zhao wants...want to be with you every day...she can enjoy this every day..."

Seeing that Yang Buhui was limp, Zhang Wuji picked her up, turned her over, made her kneel on the bed, lifted her buttocks, and knelt behind her, aiming his penis at her vulva. He thrust forward hard, deeply inserting his large penis into her vagina from behind.

Yang Buhui moaned again. Zhang Wuji pressed one hand against her round buttocks and reached down with the other to touch her full breasts. He loved having his penis thrust in and out of Yang Buhui's vagina, his abdomen constantly slamming against her soft, white buttocks. He thrust his hips and buttocks repeatedly, rapidly penetrating her. Yang Buhui moaned and cried out in pleasure as he fucked her faster and faster, caressing her smooth, white buttocks with his hands as he did so.

Zhang Wuji was disappointed that Yang Buhui had her back to him, so he couldn't see the lewd expression on her face. However, her round, snow-white, soft buttocks deeply attracted his gaze. He slapped her buttocks with his hand, and she let out a wanton cry. Zhang Wuji found this very amusing, so he continued to slap her plump buttocks while fucking her vagina, working on both sides, slapping harder and harder, because he found that her reaction was more intense when he slapped her while fucking her. Soon, Yang Buhui's buttocks were bright red from the slaps, and Zhang Wuji fucked her vagina even harder.

Yang Buhui moaned and cried out, unable to hold back, "Brother Wuji...you're bad...you promised I wasn't a virgin before you...you said you'd spank my bottom...why didn't you keep your promise..."

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "I only said I'd spank your bottom if you weren't a virgin, but I didn't say I wouldn't spank you if you were! Haha...besides, I think you quite like being spanked by me!"

After saying that, Zhang Wuji thrust even harder into Yang Buhui's vagina. Soon, Yang Buhui's second orgasm arrived, but Zhang Wuji still didn't want to ejaculate and wanted to fuck her a little longer.

Yang Buhui, however, could no longer bear it and began to beg Zhang Wuji for mercy, saying, "Brother Wuji... I... can't take it anymore... I'll kill you if you keep going..."

Seeing that Yang Buhui was completely exhausted, Zhang Wuji stopped, but his large penis remained inside her vagina. He said, "Alright, I'll let you rest for

a bit, I'll fuck you again later!" Yang Buhui lay on the bed, motionless, only breathing softly. Her buttocks were still pressed against Zhang Wuji's, his erect penis still deep inside her vagina, not thrusting, but still throbbing restlessly.

Zhang Wuji touched Yang Buhui's breasts with one hand, and gently stroked her sweaty back and buttocks with the other.

He leaned against her and whispered in her ear, "Is it comfortable?"

Yang Buhui softly hummed in response, her voice becoming very weak.

Zhang Wuji asked again, "Where is the most comfortable spot?"

Yang Buhui playfully replied, "I won't tell you."

Zhang Wuji then said, "If you don't tell me, I'm going to fuck you again!"

Before Yang Buhui could say no, Zhang Wuji's penis had already begun thrusting in and out of her vagina again, starting slowly but getting faster and faster, until finally it became a real, forceful thrusting.

Zhang Wuji held her buttocks, thrusting forcefully, and Yang Buhui's moans grew louder and more intense, until finally it was almost inaudible, emitting incomprehensible groans from her throat. Her body and buttocks were writhing lasciviously, Zhang Wuji's penis penetrating to the very bottom each time, his glans pressing against the depths of her vagina, he slammed her buttocks with a "slap slap" sound, her vaginal fluids sticking to Zhang Wuji's pubic hair and testicles.

Yang Buhui's vagina involuntarily contracted, squeezing tightly against Zhang Wuji's penis with each thrust, squeezing very powerfully, it was truly wonderful. Zhang Wuji hadn't expected Yang Buhui's vagina to contract like Xiao Zhao's, albeit irregularly, which excited him immensely. He felt his penis swell to its limit, his entire shaft trembling involuntarily.

Finally, with a final few powerful thrusts, and a shout, his large glans erected, and a stream of hot semen sprayed deep into her vagina, reaching her uterus. Zhang Wuji continued thrusting, his glans trembling even more intensely, guiding all the semen into Yang Buhui's vagina before slowly stopping and withdrawing his penis.

Yang Buhui could no longer hold on; her entire body slumped down, still panting, unable to utter a single word. Zhang Wuji saw his thick, white semen mixed with her vaginal fluids and a few streaks of blood flowing from her half-open vagina. He lay down beside her, reaching out to hold her tightly, embracing the Yang Buhui he had just deflowered.

Zhang Wuji ejaculated three times. He licked Yang Buhui's red lips, cheeks, jade neck, armpits, breasts, nipples, lower abdomen, navel, labia majora and minora, vagina, anus...

The intense stimulation aroused Yang Buhui's erogenous zones, gradually drawing her into a wonderful vortex of pleasure.

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