[Wuxia Time Travel] The Alluring Beauty of the Heavenly Sword (Complete) - 7

Chapter 71 Zhao Min's Appearance

Early in the morning, as planned, Zhang Wuji led his group to bid farewell to everyone. Before departing, Zhang Wuji specifically announced that Liang Jinxuan, the leader of the Earth Gate, would become the head of the Internal Affairs Department of the Ming Cult headquarters. The Internal Affairs Department was responsible for all internal affairs of the Ming Cult headquarters, and in the absence of the leader and the Left and Right Envoys of Light, Liang Jinxuan would make decisions. External affairs and matters outside the headquarters would be handled by

Yin Tianzheng. When everyone was puzzled by Zhang Wuji's decision, he openly announced that Liang Jinxuan was already the leader's seventh wife. As for who the previous six wives were, Zhang Wuji didn't explain, nor was there any need to. Everyone knew that Liang Jinxuan was already the leader's wife, and that was enough; it was sufficient reason for their acceptance.

With everything arranged, Zhang Wuji led his group to sea.

After traveling over a hundred li, they encountered an endless desert and had to rest there. Just then, a clatter of hooves was heard from the northeast corner, and a large group of people, numbering at least a hundred, galloped past from west to east. A short while later, they came to see a group of nuns dressed as members of the Emei Sect. Most of them were likely grand-disciples of Abbess Miejue, as Abbess Miejue and her main disciples were not among them.

The Emei Sect members had originally been stationed at the foot of Bright Peak, but having not seen their masters descend the mountain for several days, they had come to search for them. Upon seeing the Ming Cult members, they naturally approached to inquire, but seeing the Ming Cult's numerous experts, they realized they were no match and fled

. This puzzled the Ming Cult members, as Abbess Miejue had clearly descended the mountain days ago; why hadn't she reunited with their followers? As they walked and talked, they all felt that the sudden disappearance of so many Emei Sect members in the desert was inexplicable. Zhang Wuji, of course, knew that the imperial court had captured them, but he couldn't reveal his knowledge to others. Since everyone would find out anyway, there was no need to worry. Besides, once things were cleared up, he might never meet Zhao Min again.

Coming to the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, if he didn't meet Zhao Min, wouldn't that be a great tragedy? Moreover, Zhang Wuji couldn't remember many details himself, so he could only take it one step at a time.

That evening, they suddenly discovered something among a row of low trees; the soil there looked freshly buried. They dug with shovels and soon uncovered several corpses. The bodies were already decomposed, their faces unrecognizable, but judging from their clothing, they were clearly disciples of the Kunlun Sect.

At this moment, several members of the sect who had gone ahead discovered Yin Liting, the Sixth Hero, lying in a sandy valley and rushed to report. Zhang Wuji hurried over and saw Yin Liting covered in wounds, being carried out of the sandy valley by Ming Cult disciples. Almost all of Yin Liting's joints had been broken; he was barely breathing and unable to move. The viciousness of the attacker was truly horrifying. Yin Liting, still somewhat conscious, showed a slight smile upon seeing Zhang Wuji, but quickly fainted again.

After some treatment, Yin Liting gradually regained consciousness, explaining that his injury was caused by the Vajra Finger technique from Shaolin. Zhang Wuji, sensing something amiss, discussed with Yang Xiao going to Shaolin Temple to investigate. The group then headed towards Shaolin Temple.

They hadn't gone far when they encountered nine people riding horses. Leading them was a young gentleman, dressed in a sapphire blue silk robe, gently waving a folding fan, exuding an air of elegance and nobility. His features were exceptionally handsome, with bright, clear eyes. The folding fan in his hand had a white jade handle, and his hand holding the handle was so white it was indistinguishable from the fan's handle. Yang Xiao quietly told Zhang Wuji that this gentleman was a woman disguised as a man.

Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "This must be Zhao Min!" and couldn't help but take a second look. She was indeed beautiful, with delicate features. If she were dressed as a woman, she would be an absolutely stunning beauty, especially her eyes, which were particularly captivating!

"The Heaven-Reliant Sword!?" Zhang Wuji and the Ming Cult members all looked at Zhao Min's waist at that moment. A long sword hung from a golden hook and a jeweled belt, the hilt clearly engraved with the two seal characters "Heaven-Reliant." Judging from its shape and length, it was the very Heaven-Reliant Sword that Abbess Miejue used to massacre the Ming Cult members and that Zhou Zhiruo used to severely injure Zhang Wuji.

The Ming Cult members were greatly astonished, and Zhou Dian couldn't help but ask. Just then, the sound of hooves thundered from the east road, and a group of people rode in a chaotic manner. This group was a troop of Yuan soldiers, about fifty or sixty in number, along with more than a hundred women, who were being dragged along by ropes. Most of these women had bound feet and were unable to keep up with the horses. Some fell to the ground and were dragged along by the ropes. All the women were Han Chinese, clearly civilians abducted by these Yuan soldiers. Half of them had their clothes torn to shreds, some were even naked, weeping and wailing in utter misery.

Some of the Yuan soldiers held wine bottles, half-drunk, while others whipped the women. These Mongol soldiers, accustomed to horseback riding, were skilled with whips; with a swift movement, they tore off large sections of the women's clothing. The others cheered and laughed. The Mongols had been invading China for nearly a century and had always considered the Han Chinese worse than livestock, but such brazen acts of rape and humiliation in broad daylight were extremely rare.

The members of the Ming Cult were all filled with rage, and Zhang Wuji was about to give the order to rescue them. Suddenly, Zhao Min said, "Wu Liupo, go and tell them to release these women! What kind of behavior is this?!" Her voice was clear, sweet, and even alluring.

At this moment, a burly man replied, "Yes!" He untied a yellow horse tied to a willow tree, mounted it, and galloped over, shouting, "Hey, causing such a ruckus in broad daylight! Don't you have any officers to discipline you? Release these women immediately!"

An officer from the Yuan army rode out from the crowd, a young girl in his arm, his drunken eyes gleaming, and laughed loudly, saying, "You death row inmate, you're tired of living, meddling in my business!"

The burly man coldly replied, "Bandits are rampant throughout the land, all caused by you indifferent soldiers. You'd better behave yourselves."

The officer sized up the crowd under the willow tree, feeling slightly surprised. He thought to himself, "Ordinary people would run far away from soldiers, how could these people have the audacity to interfere in the affairs of the government troops?" A glance caught sight of the two large, gleaming pearls on Zhao Min's headscarf, and greed surged within him. He laughed loudly, "You little rabbit, come with me! You'll be in for a treat!" With that, he spurred his horse towards Zhao Min.

The young master, who had been all smiles and seemingly unperturbed by the Yuan soldiers' brutality, frowned slightly upon hearing the officer's rudeness and said, "Leave no one alive."

The word "live" had barely left his lips when, with a whoosh, an arrow shot out, piercing the officer's chest. It was fired by a pig farmer standing beside the young master. This man's arrow-throwing technique was so fast and powerful that it was practically that of a top-tier martial artist; how could an ordinary hunter possess such skill?

Instantly, the two sides were locked in combat. At this moment, Zhang Wuji and the Ming Cult disciples rushed forward to rescue the officer.

In less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, the dozens of Mongol soldiers were wiped out!

Seeing Zhang Wuji's youthful handsomeness and noticing the extraordinary skills of each Ming Cult disciple, Zhao Min earnestly invited them to her manor. The group initially wanted to refuse the stranger's invitation, but upon discovering she carried the Heaven-Slaying Sword, they suspected she might be connected to the disappearance of Abbess Miejue and the others, and decided to investigate.

Arriving at the nearby Green Willow Manor, Zhao Min remained elegant and beautiful, her charm captivating, her beauty tempered with a touch of heroism, and her dignified bearing commanding respect.

She then introduced herself as Zhao Min, from Bianliang. She prepared a feast to entertain them.

Zhao Min possessed an encyclopedic knowledge of the martial arts world, even knowing the individual strengths, skills, and preferences of each Ming Cult disciple. Her conversation was eloquent, recounting anecdotes from various martial arts schools in the Central Plains, many of which even Yang Xiao and his son Yin Tianzheng were unaware of. She had some knowledge of the martial arts of the Shaolin, Emei, and Kunlun schools, but she spoke highly of Zhang Sanfeng and the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and also praised the martial arts schools of the major heroes of the Ming Cult. Her words seemed casual, but every compliment was insightful. The heroes were both delighted and impressed, but when asked about her own martial arts lineage, Zhao Min smiled but did not answer, changing the subject.

After drinking a few cups, Zhao Min accidentally spilled wine on her clothes and went inside to change. However, she left the Heaven-Reliant Sword on the table. Curious, Zhou Dian drew the sword to examine it, only to discover it was a fake wooden sword.

Seeing the situation was amiss, Yang Xiao suggested they leave, saying the place was filled with an evil aura, and led the group away quickly.

After walking only a few miles, everyone felt weak all over, as if poisoned, except for Zhang Wuji, who showed no signs of poisoning. Having studied Wang Nangu's poison manual, Zhang Wuji immediately realized they were poisoned. He recalled the strange flowers and herbs in the manor; their fragrance, combined with the sandalwood scent of the fake Heaven-Reliant Sword, created a potent poison. This poison could only be neutralized by consuming those strange herbs.

Therefore, Zhang Wuji instructed everyone to rest where they were and not attempt to expel the poison themselves, while he retrieved the antidote.

Zhang Wuji then used his lightness skill to rush towards Green Willow Manor. He knew that the poison Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, and the others had been poisoned with would only kill them within a short time once it took effect. If they didn't get the antidote in time, they would all perish.

The journey of over twenty miles

was over in no time. He rushed to the back garden and reached the waterside pavilion. There he saw a young girl dressed in a light green silk dress, holding a cup in her left hand and a book in her right, sitting and drinking tea and reading. It was Zhao Min. Because Zhao Min had changed into women's clothing, her beauty caught Zhang Wuji's eye. Zhang Wuji couldn't help but be moved. He thought that Zhao Min was indeed the most beautiful woman in the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." At least among the beauties Zhang Wuji had seen so far, neither Zhou Zhiruo, Xiao Zhao, nor Yang Buhui could compare to her, let alone Zhu Jiuzhen and Wu Qingying. Zhao Min's slender and graceful figure was perfectly proportioned, even more alluring than a Miss World. Her face, as vibrant and delicate as rose petals, was adorned with a pair of large, deep, dreamlike eyes, brimming with a pure, innocent charm. A small, exquisitely beautiful nose, cherry-red lips, and slender, graceful cheeks completed her stunning appearance. One glance was enough to captivate; it seemed as if all the virtues of the most beautiful women throughout history and across the world were concentrated in her face. Her mere appearance was enough to stir the heart, not to mention her flawless, almost translucent, snow-white skin, as delicate and smooth as a newly blossoming bud, making one dizzy with envy and unable to look directly at her. She was like a pure, flawless Snow White, a celestial maiden untouched by worldly concerns, perfectly befitting her status as a princess, possessing an innate aristocratic air.

Zhao Min, hearing Zhang Wuji's footsteps, turned around and smiled slightly. That smile was captivating, and Zhang Wuji dared not look at her too long. He said, "Miss Zhao, may I ask you for a few flowers and herbs?" Without waiting for her reply, he leaped from the pond's edge to the waterside pavilion with a light touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water. His hands had already plucked seven or eight daffodil-like flowers and herbs from the water.

Just as he was about to step onto the pavilion, there was a hissing sound, and several tiny hidden weapons shot towards him. Zhang Wuji flicked his right sleeve, catching the hidden weapons inside, and with his left sleeve, he attacked Zhao Min. Zhao Min dodged to the side, and there was a whooshing sound. The teapot, teacups, fruit plates, and other items on the table were all swept away by the wind from his sleeve, crossing the pond and crashing into the flowers and trees, shattering into pieces.

Zhang Wuji stopped and looked at the flowers and plants in his hand. He noticed that each flower had long, deep purple tendrils at its base, each tendril covered with tiny, pearl-like spheres, as green as jade. Overjoyed, he knew he had obtained the antidote and immediately tucked it into his robes, saying, "Thank you for the antidote, farewell!"

Zhao Min laughed, "Coming is easy, but leaving is hard!" She tried to block his path, but her martial arts skills were inferior, and she was no match for Zhang Wuji. Instead, Zhang Wuji removed the pearl flower from her hair.

Zhao Min's expression changed slightly. She hadn't even noticed Zhang Wuji removing the pearl flower from her temple. If he had casually poked her left temple as he did so, she would be dead. She quickly composed herself, smiled calmly, and said, "If you like this pearl flower, I'll give it to you. There's no need to take it by force." In truth, she knew very well that this was Zhang Wuji's warning to her.

Zhang Wuji felt somewhat embarrassed by her words. He tossed the pearl hairpin to her with his left hand, saying, "Here you go!" and turned to leave the waterside pavilion.

Zhao Min caught the hairpin and exclaimed, "Wait!" Zhang Wuji turned around and heard her laugh, "Why did you steal the two largest pearls from my hairpin?" Zhang Wuji said, "Nonsense, I don't have time for jokes." Zhao Min held the hairpin high and said seriously, "Look, aren't two pearls missing?"

Zhang Wuji glanced at it and indeed saw that the tops of the two gold threads in the hairpin were missing pearls. He knew she had deliberately removed them to lure him closer, another trick. He just snorted and ignored her.

Zhao Min pressed her hand on the edge of the table and said sharply, "Zhang Wuji, if you have the guts, come within three steps of me."

Zhang Wuji thought, this must be the trap, right? But... what if he didn't do as she said and fell into her trap? So Zhang Wuji pretended not to be provoked and said, "You say I'm a coward and afraid of death, so be it." He then took two more steps down the stairs.

Seeing her provocation fail, Zhao Min's face paled, and she said miserably, "Fine, fine. Today I've been utterly defeated. How can I face my father?" She pulled a short sword from a pillar and cried out, "Master Zhang, thank you for your mercy!"

Zhang Wuji turned around and saw a flash of white light; she had already plunged the short sword into her own chest. Zhang Wuji sneered, "I won't fall for your..." Before he could finish the word "fall," the short sword indeed pierced her chest. She screamed and collapsed beside the table. Zhang Wuji was truly shocked.

He hadn't expected her to be so fierce. After several moves, she had tried to kill herself with the sword. He thought that if the sword hadn't hit her heart, she might have been saved. He immediately turned back to check on her injuries.

He walked three steps away from the table, about to reach out and grab her shoulder, when suddenly his legs gave way and he plummeted downwards. He cursed inwardly, quickly gathering his strength in mid-air with his sleeves, then struck the edge of the table with his palm. If the strike landed, he could use the momentum to leap back up and avoid falling into the trap beneath his feet.

Damn it! Zhang Wuji regretted not having thoroughly studied *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, which allowed him to fall into Zhao Min's trap! Who knew Zhao Min was so cunning? Fortunately, he had already anticipated the trap. He channeled his strength into his right palm, preventing her hand from touching the table.

These few swift movements happened in the blink of an eye. Their palms met, and Zhang Wuji was already halfway down the table. In his haste, he flipped his wrist and grabbed four fingers of Zhao Min's right hand. Her fingers were slippery and would slip away immediately, but Zhang Wuji only needed the slightest bit of leverage to maneuver. His arm stretched out and grabbed her upper arm, but his downward momentum was too strong, and with a pull, the two of them fell together. Everything

went dark, and their bodies continued to fall. Then, with a loud bang, the trapdoor above them closed.

They fell four or five zhang deep. Zhang Wuji landed on his feet and immediately leaped up, using his "Gecko Wall-Climbing Skill"

to swim to the top of the trap. He reached out to push the trapdoor. It was hard and cold to the touch—a huge iron plate, firmly secured by a mechanism. Although he possessed the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth, being suspended in mid-air meant he couldn't shift his force as easily as when he was on the ground. With a push, the iron plate didn't budge, and he fell to the ground.

Zhao Min giggled, "Eight thick steel bars are securing it from above. Even with all your strength, you can't push it open from the bottom."

Zhang Wuji thought it didn't matter if he couldn't get out himself; the key was Yang Xiao and the others. He wondered how long they could hold out. Otherwise, he could stay here with Zhao Min for days and nights without a problem. Zhang Wuji regretted not taking the antidote first and then coming back to deal with this little devil.

Saving people was paramount, so he jumped a few times, but to no avail!

Zhao Min laughed, "Young Master Zhang, your 'gecko wall-climbing skill' is truly remarkable. This trap is made of pure steel, polished smooth to the touch, without even a crack. You actually managed to swim up! Hehe, hehe!"

Zhang Wuji angrily retorted, "You're trapped here with me too? What's so funny?" Suddenly, he remembered, "This girl is incredibly cunning. There must be a way out of this trap. Don't let her escape alone." He immediately took two steps forward and grabbed her wrist.

Zhao Min exclaimed, "What are you doing? " "

Zhang Wuji said, "Don't even think about getting out alone. If you want to live, open the trapdoor as soon as possible."

Zhao Min laughed, "What's the rush? We won't starve to death here. My servants will let us out when they can't find me. My biggest worry is if they think I've left the manor; that would be terrible."

Zhang Wuji asked, "Isn't there a mechanism to get out of this trap?"

Zhao Min laughed, "Look at your clever face, how can you ask such a stupid question? This trap wasn't built for us to live in and play with. It's for capturing enemies. Do you think we deliberately left a mechanism inside so that enemies could escape?"

Zhang Wuji thought that made sense and said, "If someone falls into the trap, how could the outside..." "How could I not know? Quickly send someone to open the trapdoor."

Zhao Min said, "My men have all been sent out. Did you see anyone else in the water pavilion just now? They'll be back by this time tomorrow. Don't worry, rest well for a while. You've eaten and drunk, so you won't be hungry."

Zhang Wuji was furious, thinking, "It doesn't matter if I stay a little longer, but what about the Ming Cult disciples?"

He tightened his grip, using twenty percent of his strength, and shouted, "If you don't let me out immediately, I'll kill you first."

Zhao Min laughed, "If you kill me, then you'll never get out of this steel prison. Hey, men and women shouldn't touch each other, why are you holding my hand?"

Hearing her words, Zhang Wuji suddenly had another idea! The steel cell was only a few feet in diameter, and the two could only be a step apart at most. Zhang Wuji smelled the girlish scent on her body, combined with the fragrance of the flowers in her arms, and his heart couldn't help but flutter. He immediately leered and said, "You've reminded me, haven't you? You're a woman, and I'm a man. Now we're alone in this room... Since you won't let me out, it seems I'll have to do some things that men like to do..."

"You... what did you say? What things that men like to do!" Zhao Min looked at Zhang Wuji's lustful eyes and suddenly panicked!

Zhang Wuji coldly said, "Princess Zhao, stop pretending. You think you don't know? My Ming Cult is a demonic sect. Every member is a wicked villain. Wei Yixiao is a vampire demon king, Xie Xun is a murderous demon king, and Yang Xiao is a lecherous thief. And I, Zhang Wuji, am their leader. Since I'm a vampire demon king, a murderous demon king, and a lecherous thief...

tell me, a beautiful princess like you with a lecherous thief like me..."

"You... how do you know I'm a princess?!" Zhao Min remained calm. In her mind, Zhang Wuji shouldn't be a lecherous thief or a murderous demon king; it seemed like he was just pretending to scare her.

But Zhang Wuji knew her identity, which greatly surprised Zhao Min.

"Hmph, do you think we Ming Cult disciples are pushovers?!" Zhang Wuji said, "I, Zhang Wuji, am the leader of the Divine Power Sect, all-knowing and all-powerful. Don't change the subject. Now I'm going to become a lecherous thief to deal with you..." "

Zhang Wuji, you dare!?" Zhao Min, proud as a princess, coldly awaited him.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji's masculine pride and domineering nature were aroused by her words. He immediately said nothing and glared at her fiercely...

Zhao Min felt a chill run down her spine under Zhang Wuji's gaze...

Chapter 72 Restraining Zhao Min

Zhao Min looked at Zhang Wuji's eyes and felt a little scared. So she used her unique woman's trump card: crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide. Suddenly, she started sobbing and cried, "You've bullied me! You've bullied me!"

This move was completely unexpected by Zhang Wuji. Startled, he released his left hand and said, "I didn't mean to bully you. I just want you to let me out."

Zhao Min cried, "It's not that I refuse. Fine, I'll call for help!" She raised her voice and shouted, "Hey, hey!

Someone come here! Open the trapdoor! I'm in the steel cage!" She kept shouting, but there was no response from outside.

Zhao Min laughed, "Look, what's the use?"

Zhang Wuji was extremely annoyed, thinking that Zhao Min's crying and laughing was clearly just playing him! "It seems you're forcing me to become a murderous demon and a lecherous thief!"

Zhao Min thought Zhang Wuji was just trying to scare her, so she said, "A grown man like you, bullying a weak woman? And you're the leader of the Ming Cult..."

Zhang Wuji said, "A weak woman? You're cunning, more powerful than ten men."

Zhao Min laughed, "Thank you for the praise, Great Leader Zhang, I'm unworthy of it."

"It's good that you admit it, I'm really afraid of bullying a weak woman..." Zhang Wuji said, reaching out and tearing a piece off her skirt with a hiss.

Seeing his sudden wicked intentions, Zhao Min was truly terrified and cried out, "You... what are you doing?"

Zhang Wuji said, "To save everyone's lives, I had no choice but to resort to force. Please forgive my rudeness."

"Ah?! No..." Zhao Min cried out in surprise as Zhang Wuji grabbed her left foot and ripped off her shoes and socks. Zhao Min was both shocked and angry, shouting, "You brat, what are you doing?"

Zhang Wuji didn't answer and ripped off her right shoe and socks, then began to scratch

her with abandon. Children usually playfully scratch their feet with their fingers, causing numbness and tingling throughout their bodies. Zhao Min, being a princess, had never played such games before. After being scratched a few times by Zhang Wuji, Zhao Min couldn't help but giggle and try to pull her foot away. The discomfort was far worse than being cut or whipped; it felt as if millions of fleas were crawling and biting through her internal organs, bone marrow, and blood vessels. After only a few laughs, she burst into tears.

Zhang Wuji ignored her and continued his actions.

Zhao Min's heart nearly leaped out of her chest, and even the hair on her body itched as if it would fall out. She cursed, "You brat...you thief...you little brat, one day I...I'll cut you into a thousand pieces...a thousand pieces...waaaah...waaaah..."

Zhang Wuji smiled wickedly and said, "Miss Zhao, before you can cut me into a thousand pieces, I'll strip you naked today, take your virginity, and make you wish you were dead!"

"You..." Zhao Min was stunned by Zhang Wuji's words, unsure what to do.

At that moment, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of violent energy coursing through his body, his heart burning with fury and murderous intent, desperately needing an outlet. He let out a long roar, suddenly glaring at Zhao Min, his eyes flashing with a strange light, radiating an inexplicable and terrifying aura!

Zhao Min observed every change in Zhang Wuji's demeanor. Her eyes widened in astonishment, her heart pounding. Seeing Zhang Wuji look at her, her eyes narrowed, and with a soft shout, her slender figure suddenly moved. Her movements seemed almost preemptive, her speed lightning-fast as she pounced, instantly appearing behind Zhang Wuji.

Zhao Min would never surrender easily; to her, everyone was a pawn! She placed her hand on Zhang Wuji's left shoulder, and with an unnatural yet incredibly fluid step, closed in perfectly.

Zhang Wuji sneered. Just as Zhao Min was about to reach him, he turned and kicked out with his right foot, creating a sharp, whistling sound as he launched himself back.

A flicker of surprise crossed Zhao Min's eyes. Using the momentum, she drifted to the right. With a somersault, she landed above Zhang Wuji's head, her right leg lashing out with a whooshing sound. A gift! [Advertisement: "Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Use Long-Lasting Divine Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter"]

Zhao Min's right foot rapidly expanded upwards, kicking towards Zhang Wuji with a seemingly light yet heavy motion. This seemingly ordinary kick displayed the power honed through countless trials; its mastery was so extraordinary that only those who witnessed it firsthand would believe that a mere kick could reach such a level.

Zhang Wuji's entire body radiated energy, magically shifting him to a distance of about half a zhang. With a loud shout, he unleashed a punch towards Zhao Min, his movements both elegant and powerful, his strength a perfect blend of softness and hardness.

The fist's momentum advanced at an astonishing speed, immeasurable and uncontrollable, yet seemingly without variation, returning to its origin and gathering a thousand changes within the unchanging. Such martial arts truly captured the essence of heaven and earth!

Although the dungeon was cramped, it did not hinder their duel.

At this moment, Zhao Min was greatly shocked, never expecting Zhang Wuji's skill to have reached such a level. At this critical juncture, Zhao Min revealed her extraordinary skill. With a flick of her thick, long leather whip, she hooked it onto a pillar and leaped away. As soon as she landed, she paused slightly, and her long, straight legs launched a series of kicks at Zhang Wuji, each kick faster than lightning and heavier than a mountain! She kept leaping, each kick aimed at Zhang Wuji's vital points! The force was exceptionally fierce, accompanied by a whistling sound!

Her incredibly agile long legs attacked Zhang Wuji relentlessly from different places and unbelievable angles, like a storm.

The short sword in her hand also whistled and pierced towards Zhang Wuji from various strange angles.

"Zhao Min, it's time to show you the power of Zhang Wuji!" Zhang Wuji's rage burned ever brighter. He snorted, causing Zhao Min to tremble. Though the snort was low, it was like thunder, making her eardrums ache, demonstrating that Zhang Wuji's internal strength far exceeded her expectations.

Zhang Wuji's eyes flashed with a fierce light, fixing on Zhao Min. Zhao Min sensed the intense killing intent in her opponent, so different from the Zhang Wuji of the past, and a sense of fear rose within her. In terms of aura, she was completely overwhelmed by Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji's sharp eyes gleamed coldly. With movements as swift as a ghost, his hands moved with palms, fists, and fingers; his feet kicked and kneed; and with his powerful waist strength, even his side thrusts posed a significant threat to Zhao Min.

Zhang Wuji didn't use the Qiankun Great Shift; relying on the powerful internal strength of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he employed the Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) techniques he had learned in the 21st century—truly formidable!

Every kick and sword strike from Zhao Min missed its mark. What was once a flawless attack became a disadvantageous move with a turn or a side bump. No matter how fast she was, it always crumbled under Zhang Wuji's fists, palm strikes, and kicks.

Moreover, his attacks shifted between long-range and close-range strikes, each targeting her weaknesses, demonstrating his superior insight. His unpredictable and elusive attacks kept her constantly on the run.

A flicker of fear crossed Zhao Min's eyes. She suddenly shouted, "Zhang Wuji, don't you want to save your Ming Cult disciples?" Zhang Wuji seemed not to hear her! His fists drew arcs before her eyes, transforming into a barrage of fist shadows, endlessly pressing forward.

Zhao Min was terrified. She retreated rapidly until she reached the wall, holding a short sword. Before she could make any move, the wind and clouds suddenly changed. Nine silver flowers bloomed in mid-air, and it seemed as if she held nine short swords in her hands, each sword trembling like a silver dragon.

With a flourish of her sword, she thrust it towards Zhang Wuji's head, her force fierce and unmatched.

Zhang Wuji's mind remained calm and icy, calculating the spear's trajectory, angle, and direction with unimaginable speed. He suddenly lunged forward, striking the spear with both fists simultaneously.

Zhao Min felt Zhang Wuji's fists, one soft, one hard, two opposing forces striking at once. First, the sword vibrated, a pulling force seemingly drawing the short sword in, then the short sword was struck by an incomparably powerful force. How could she resist these two opposing forces? The short sword slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

"Thump!" Zhang Wuji's fist struck Zhao Min squarely in the abdomen!

Zhao Min screamed, sent flying, crashing into the wall with a "thud!" If Zhang Wuji hadn't shown her mercy and spared her, Zhao Min would likely be shattered to pieces.

Zhang Wuji coldly stared at Zhao Min. Zhao Min gasped for breath, staring at Zhang Wuji with disbelief in her eyes.

This man was truly too powerful, and once he unleashed his power, he was nothing like the gentle, polite scholar-leader she had seen before. His demeanor and aura were completely different, radiating an aura of domineering authority!

Facing him, she felt a growing fear without realizing it.

Zhao Min shook her head violently, gritted her teeth, and slowly stood up, her fists clenched, her feet planted firmly. Her disheveled hair clung to her face, covered in cold sweat. She shook her head vigorously, tossing her long hair behind her ear.

Zhao Min was a princess of the Yuan Dynasty, with royal blood. From a young age, she had been an indomitable spirit, even stronger than her brother! She only regretted not being born a man; otherwise, she would have been serving her country on the battlefield long ago. Even as a woman, she was a stubborn woman who would not easily admit defeat!

Zhang Wuji waited for her silently, standing motionless, his bright eyes gleaming.

At this moment, the defiant Zhao Min let out a sharp shout and lunged forward again, a fierce killing intent instantly permeating her entire body.

Zhang Wuji sneered, dodging the attack. Zhao Min shouted again, leaping forward two steps, turning and striking Zhang Wuji's flank with a kick. As Zhang Wuji ducked to defend, she simultaneously struck his shoulders with both palms.

However, she misjudged the stability of Zhang Wuji's stance. Her palms struck, but her opponent didn't budge; instead, Zhao Min herself crashed into Zhang Wuji's chest.

Upon contact, Zhao Min keenly sensed the weakness in her opponent's left leg. She initiated a side-tripping throw. Her leg bent to the side, kicking Zhang Wuji's left leg, followed by a shoulder thrust, but it was too late. Zhang Wuji's iron-like arms tightly gripped her, resulting in both of them falling to the ground, rolling together.

Zhang Wuji tightly embraced Zhao Min's upper body, locking her hands in place. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, and bent his knees to press against her thighs.

His face was pressed against her chest, the strong, sweet scent of her sweat wafting warmly into his nostrils.

Zhang Wuji felt dizzy, his body temperature rising rapidly, and his throat dry. Zhao Min, her face covered in sweat, struggled desperately, but ultimately Zhang Wuji held her hands firmly behind her back. Then she saw the light in Zhang Wuji's eyes—a light of anger, a light of madness.

A man's instincts and wildness were ignited by the woman's fierce struggle, and Zhang Wuji's gaze turned beast-like.

With a "whoosh," Zhang Wuji ripped open Zhao Min's clothes, revealing her snow-white, high breasts.

Zhao Min was shocked and screamed, "Zhang Wuji, what do you want to do?"

"Fuck you!" Zhang Wuji replied viciously. "I told you I'm a lecherous womanizer, you haven't forgotten so quickly, have you?!"

Zhao Min was stunned, looking completely bewildered. She couldn't believe Zhang Wuji dared to say such a thing to her, and she was terrified by his murderous gaze.

However, she quickly regained her senses, a wanton and lewd expression appearing on her face. Then she fiercely resisted and struggled, cursing viciously, "You filthy man, you want to fuck me? I'll fuck you!" She shook her head desperately, her long hair swaying wildly, her jade-like hands tearing at Zhang Wuji's body. Fists, elbows, knees, and limbs all became her weapons, as she roared angrily. Seeing Zhao Min's relentless struggle, a surge of frenzied rage welled up in Zhang Wuji's heart!

"You damn bitch! You Mongolian tyrant woman..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Wuji grabbed her hair and slapped her hard across the face. A crisp sound rang out, and five finger marks appeared on Zhao Min's smooth cheek.

Zhao Min was startled, then, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she flew into a rage, frantically pounding on Zhang Wuji with both hands, screaming, "You filthy man, how dare you hit me! I... I'll tear you apart... you... you pig..." followed by a string of vicious curses.

Seeing Zhao Min's red lips uttering such venomous words, Zhang Wuji grew even angrier: "Dare to curse me?

Want to tear me apart?... I'll beat you to death!"

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" Zhang Wuji slapped her hard across the face several times.

Zhao Min was dazed and disoriented by the heavy slaps. Her beautiful face was contorted with pain, cold sweat poured down her back, and clear tears streamed from her almond-shaped eyes. From childhood to adulthood, when had Zhao Min ever suffered such humiliation, when had she ever been beaten? She was even more pampered than a princess! Her father was the Grand Marshal of the Army, wielding immense power and holding the lives of the Mongols in his hands! Now, being beaten by Zhang Wuji, this commoner, enraged her. She struggled again, only to receive several more slaps.

Looking into Zhang Wuji's murderous gaze, Zhao Min finally understood that no matter how strong she was, she was still just a woman. Facing a man stronger than herself, a woman's strength was useless. A sense of fear rose within her. She involuntarily cried out for help: "Help...help..." She had barely uttered the word "help" when Zhang Wuji's left hand gripped her cheek, rendering the remaining words a meaningless "Ouch!"

Previously, Zhang Wuji was in a hurry to go out and rescue people, but now he understood that he came to this world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" to break and change history. Since he was going to break and change history, he couldn't just follow the old path. Therefore, Zhao Min had to be conquered, and as for the disciples of the Ming Cult, they could only leave it to fate!

Chapter 73 Zhao Min's Struggle

The more afraid Zhao Min was, the more she resisted. Of course, her resistance was futile and childish. She kicked and punched wildly, but Zhang Wuji easily pinned her legs down with his body, pressed her right arm down with his left elbow, and twisted her left arm behind her back. Zhao Min's face turned pale with pain, and tears streamed down her face.

Zhang Wuji ignored Zhao Min's tears because his gaze was completely drawn to the violently heaving breasts on her chest.

The clothes that tightly covered her mature and perfect body not only outlined Zhao Min's charming figure but also highlighted her fair and delicate skin, creating a very strong visual impact!

However, what attracted Zhang Wuji's attention even more were Zhao Min's high, bulging breasts. With Zhao Min's wild kicks and punches, her two round, swollen breasts seemed to tremble rhythmically on her chest, creating a unique cadence.

Zhang Wuji felt his vision blur and his brain spin. What a sexy, alluring, and voluptuous woman!

Truly worthy of being called the most beautiful woman in the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*!

"Zhang Wuji, you…you scoundrel! You filthy scoundrel! The most shameless villain…" Zhao Min's mouth uttered harsh words, but her slender body trembled uncontrollably.

When Zhang Wuji's gaze fell upon her heaving breasts, her voice abruptly stopped, her beautiful legs involuntarily pressed closer together, her round knees gently rubbing against each other.

"Keep cursing! Why did you stop?" Zhang Wuji's anger and lust surged together, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You've hurt my self-esteem and trampled on my dignity time and time again! I... I'll use your body to wash away the shame I've suffered!"

Zhang Wuji cursed fiercely, every vulgar word he could think of bursting out from between his teeth. However, as the cursing continued, a faint fear quietly rose from his subconscious...

"Are these the words I've spoken, the actions I've taken? When did I become so terrible? So vicious? -- Has my evil nature completely erupted within me? From now on, will I slide further and further into darkness, embarking on a dangerous path of no return?" Zhang Wuji was torn apart internally, cursing with his mouth while his hands were busy. With a "whoosh!"

he completely ripped open Zhao Min's clothes! Her perfect, proud breasts were exposed, naked and untouched!

"No... Zhang Wuji... Master Zhang, I... I'll let you out, you... you stop..." Zhao Min finally succumbed to Zhang Wuji's lewd power and begged for mercy.

Unfortunately, Zhang Wuji at this moment had absolutely no interest in leaving. He sneered, "Leave!?

Only after I've finished with you!!"

"You... you demon... I'll kill you!!" Zhao Min's body then resisted even more fiercely, but soon her strength gave out, and her movements gradually slowed. Her body was quickly pressed down heavily by Zhang Wuji again, and with several more heavy slaps, she had no choice but to give up! She just looked at Zhang Wuji with a strange expression.

"Heavens, truly... a perfect masterpiece!" Zhang Wuji exclaimed in admiration, his eyes fixed on Zhao Min's delicate body.

On her naked breasts, two full, snow-white breasts almost filled his entire field of vision. Although they were no longer covered by clothing, these two high mounds of flesh hardly sagged! The translucent, snow-white breasts were perfectly rounded, resembling ripe peaches—firm, full, and brimming with juicy sweetness, making one yearn to take a bite!

However, what was even more breathtaking were the two luscious nipples atop the breasts. The areolas were a mature and alluring light brown. Two delicate nipples, large and plump with a moist sheen, like round, ripe cherries, adorned the round, snow-white breasts, creating an extremely provocative and sensual scene… Before Zhang

Wuji's brain could even register the commands, his trembling hands instinctively pressed down, grasping those incredibly elastic mounds of flesh. The soft, slippery breasts almost slipped from his grasp. Even the most mature and wealthy lady, Madam Zhu (Wei Yuyun), didn't have breasts as full and shapely as Zhao Min's, let alone Zhao Min, who was younger, more youthful, and whose breasts were more elastic, firmer, and more captivating!

Zhang Wuji quickly increased the pressure between his fingers, gripping the base of her breasts tightly and pushing them together from the sides, creating a deep cleavage.

"Oh..." His hand trembled, as if an electric current flowed through his palm and permeated every cell in his body... Almost simultaneously, Zhao Min gasped, her body shuddering as if electrocuted!

She was both ashamed and angry, glaring fiercely at Zhang Wuji, wishing she could tear him apart.

But Zhang Wuji couldn't care less; he involuntarily closed his eyes, savoring the unparalleled, exquisite feel!

Zhao Min's breasts were incredibly full and swollen; Zhang Wuji's ten fingers had reached their limit, but he could only barely grasp most of one breast. The smooth, delicate breasts were soft and yielding, feeling heavy and substantial in his hands.

Perhaps due to her focus on exercise, her fair breasts possessed a youthful and healthy elasticity, making one want to touch them again and again, unwilling to let go...

Zhang Wuji grasped Zhao Min's breasts, kneading them incessantly, causing Zhao Min's body to tremble uncontrollably as if electrocuted. She was filled with shame and indignation, cursing incessantly. But under Zhang Wuji's caresses, she slowly and involuntarily let out muffled nasal sounds, her small mouth emitting alluring panting breaths, her mature face flushing a seductive pink.

Sensing Zhao Min's panting, Zhang Wuji chuckled wickedly, saying, "Beautiful lady, are you excited? Look... your nipples are standing up..."

Zhao Min didn't answer, but the expression on her face grew increasingly lewd. The panting from her mouth became more and more captivating!

Zhang Wuji was unable to control his excitement; he vigorously kneaded Zhao Min's breasts. His ten fingers sank deep inside, wantonly squeezing and shaping these two round, snow-white nipples into various forms.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her, his tongue darting back and forth over the delicate nipples, making incredibly seductive "cheep, cheep" sounds. He kept savoring the sweet, milky scent, finding it utterly delicious.

Zhao Min's breathing suddenly quickened, and she abruptly wrapped her arms tightly around Zhang Wuji's neck, pressing his head against her chest. Zhang Wuji noticed that her tender nipples were erect from the spreading areolas, looking like luscious purple grapes, incredibly alluring in both color and shape, embodying a mature woman's radiant beauty…

Suddenly, Zhao Min's body trembled, her cheeks flushed crimson, and a strange expression appeared on her pretty face. She shyly curled up her two pink legs. Zhang Wuji, puzzled, followed the curve of her legs upwards and was immediately stunned…

Her pink underpants were wet, with a palm-sized stain in the middle, revealing glimpses of two small, curved labia…

“Ha! Zhao Min, you really are lewd!” Zhang Wuji felt a rush of heat to his head, his brain spinning. He abruptly ripped off Zhao Min's underpants!

“Ah!” With a gasp from Zhao Min, in an instant, she was completely naked!

Her long legs were spread wide apart by Zhang Wuji, and her mysterious private parts were now fully exposed to his view!

Zhao Min's private parts were full and rounded; at the base of her smooth, soft thighs, a patch of dark pubic hair evenly covered the bulge between her legs.

Her jet-black pubic hair was thick and abundant, long and curly, neatly covering the entire triangular area, not only completely obscuring the entrance to her peach blossom cave but also extending into her snow-white buttocks. Her lower body was already soaking wet, with glistening droplets slowly seeping out…

Seeing Zhang Wuji staring intently at her private parts, Zhao Min blushed crimson, her entire skin turning a rosy red, radiating an eerie beauty. She covered her face with her hands, unable to look at Zhang Wuji any longer! Completely devoid of her usual coldness and arrogance!

Zhang Wuji was overjoyed, seeing this once proud and arrogant woman cowering beneath him, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. He laughed loudly, “Zhao Min, look how wet you are!

You slut, can’t take it anymore? Let me satisfy you!” With that, Zhang Wuji roared, stripped off his clothes, and thrust his hips forward! His thick, long member aimed at Zhao Min's overflowing, juicy honeypot!

With all his might, he thrust it in!

With a soft "plop," Zhang Wuji felt his member push aside a ring of dense, tender flesh, piercing a soft, slightly elastic membrane, the tip sinking into a warm, comfortable embrace. His thick, large member was fully inserted into Zhao Min's long-awaited, full private parts, pressing heavily against her clitoris.

Zhao Min shuddered, letting out a sharp scream of pain, her pretty face contorted in agony. Her pearly teeth bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes rolled back, and snow-white, crystalline tears streamed down her face along with the pain of deflowering. Then, her limbs involuntarily wrapped around Zhang Wuji like an octopus.

It was truly paradise. The folds of her body, like overlapping mountains, writhed and rippled, like a thousand tiny mouths sucking at Zhang Wuji's member. Zhao Min's depths were like a soft cushion of flesh, trembling and rubbing with every powerful thrust, sending a tingling, electric shock-like sensation through him. Each thrust elicited a cloying moan from Zhao Min…

"

Hahaha… Zhao Min, you slut, I'll fuck you to death!" Looking at Zhao Min clinging tightly to him, Zhang Wuji, in his extreme excitement, felt a wave of dizziness. Was this… was this real? Was the woman beneath him truly Zhao Min? Was she really the Mongolian princess, the most beautiful woman in the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, Zhao Min? And a virgin at that, her delicate vulva dripping onto the ground with each thrust, strikingly beautiful!

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji was incredibly excited. His rapid, relentless thrusting followed, each time leaving only the glans inside her vagina before plunging in completely, slamming into her tender uterus. Her delicate labia flipped in and out with each thrust, abundant vaginal fluid constantly splashing out, soaking their intertwined pubic hair.

Zhao Min's newly opened vulva couldn't withstand such torment. Her eyes rolled back, drool dripped from her mouth, and she gripped the man's shoulders tightly. Although waves of pleasure surged from her lower body, the man's ferocity still filled her with a faint fear. "Ah...you bastard...be gentle...ah...be gentle...ah...ah...this is my first time...ah...woo..." She cried before she could finish her sentence.

Zhang Wuji thrust forward with overwhelming force, concentrating all his power in his lower body, and began to pound into her like a frenzied enemy. His wild, forceful thrusts, each deep penetration, each strike aimed straight for the heart of the enemy, were so brutal and ruthless that Zhao Min immediately began to grimace and moan, her cries of pleasure unreadable, leaving it unclear whether she was in pain or ecstasy!

Zhang Wuji didn't stop for a second, beads of sweat dripping onto Zhao Min's fragrant, sweat-drenched body. He thrust with abandon, his hands tightly gripping Zhao Min's soft breasts, enjoying himself immensely!

Zhao Min, a pampered princess and a virgin, was utterly overwhelmed by this sudden onslaught. She was in excruciating pain, her face covered in sweat, her limbs kicking and flailing aimlessly, her head shaking frantically as if trying to escape the nightmare before her. But it was precisely this pain that fueled Zhang Wuji's sadistic pleasure. With a low growl, he cruelly thrust the remaining half of his erect penis into Zhao Min's vagina.

Instantly, Zhao Min's lower abdomen swelled; she felt an unusual fullness in her lower body, but this only intensified her shame. Zhang Wuji, seeing her pain, was extremely pleased. He unleashed his power, frantically fucking the beautiful princess beneath him like a tiger descending a mountain.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, hahahaha..." Zhang Wuji was filled with a sense of accomplishment. "Princess, are you enjoying it? If you are, scream!"

"Princess, there's no need to be reserved. If you want to scream, just scream. Don't be shy." Faced with Zhang Wuji's teasing, Zhao Min could only weep, too exhausted to even curse. She was completely dizzy from Zhang Wuji's fucking, her last shred of consciousness consumed by shame.

But Zhang Wuji didn't care; he continued his pleasurable rampage.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" The sounds of their abdomens colliding were crisp and pleasant, but to Zhao Min, they were sounds of unspeakable bitterness. After being fucked by Zhang Wuji for over half an hour, Zhao Min had been waking up and then waking up again, completely exhausted. But Zhang Wuji seemed to be in a frenzy, showing no signs of fatigue, instead appearing energetic.

After an unknown amount of time, seemingly tired of one position, Zhang Wuji slightly withdrew his large penis. He turned Zhao Min, now a puddle of flesh, over. Just as Zhao Min was wondering what he was going to do to her, Zhang Wuji suddenly thrust his large penis forward, continuing his assault on Zhao Min.

Zhao Min could no longer endure it; she began to moan softly, and these moans only further stimulated Zhang Wuji.

"Ah, ya...no..."

"You beast! You, you...I won't let you get away with this...ah..." Zhao Min, being a proud princess, still didn't give up resisting. Although her body could no longer resist, her mouth remained relentless!

Zhang Wuji was even happier to hear her curse him. In his eyes, a woman being fucked lifelessly was extremely boring. "Ha, you dare to curse me? Then I'll let you know what a beast is, heh..." He fucked Zhao Min even more vigorously. Because Zhao Min's vagina was already incredibly lubricated, his huge penis, though enormous and terrifying, moved in and out easily.

"Curse me?! I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you to death!" Zhang Wuji shouted roughly! He went faster and faster, thrusting deeper and deeper. Zhao Min moaned and whimpered incessantly...

finally!

A series of soul-stirring cries escaped from Zhao Min's lips. Her pretty face was contorted, her usual haughty demeanor gone. She only cared about wrapping her legs tightly around Zhang Wuji's waist, thrusting her buttocks to meet each of his thrusts...

With each thrust, Zhao Min's delicate body trembled. Her private parts were tight and slippery, very wet, making a sound each time... Every time Zhang Wuji fucked her, she would moan, and her moans were incredibly beautiful, with a dragging, tearful tone... making Zhang Wuji want to fuck her more and more...

This woman was mature and beautiful like an ancient fairy, like Venus carved from white jade, so beautiful that Zhang Wuji's body hair stood on end.

Her mature, thirsty flower core tightly sucked at Zhang Wuji, its layers of tender flesh constantly squeezing and grinding against him. Zhang Wuji felt an indescribable pleasure and joy. He arched his back and swayed his hips, thrusting hard and relentlessly. His hot, thick member reached Zhao Min's sensitive flower core with every thrust...

This feeling was both tingling and numb, both sour and itchy; Zhao Min felt only blissful pleasure, floating on air, and couldn't help but moan wantonly: "Oh... um..." She kept moaning, unable to utter coherent words anymore. She just cried out, shouted, gasped for breath, uttering meaningless words and a series of indistinct praises!

Moreover, her voice seemed to come not only from her mouth, but from every part of her body, all sorts of inexplicable sounds, incomprehensible and unidentifiable, weaving together into the most natural symphony between heaven and earth.

They couldn't remember where the sweat had first started, but now it was seeping from every pore of their bodies.

Zhang Wuji abruptly stopped, lifting Zhao Min's flushed face and softly saying, "Princess, did I make you feel good? Tell me!"

Zhao Min froze, ceasing her moans, her face filled with shame. Her beautiful almond eyes stared unblinkingly at Zhang Wuji. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, radiating boundless spring-like allure, and one hand was seductively caressing her breasts…

She stared silently at Zhang Wuji, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a long while, she said hatefully, "You filthy thing, I won't let you get away with this!"

"Is that so?" Zhang Wuji stared into her eyes, smiled slightly, and thrust his waist forward, plunging his hot, rock-hard member straight into the deepest part of Zhao Minsu's body. Zhao Min screamed "Ah!" as Zhang

Wuji's thrust made her look both sad and bitter, tears welling up in her eyes. Her trembling mouth, which wanted to cry out but couldn't, opened wide several times like a fish out of water. Her long, wet, and disheveled hair flew wildly as her head swayed from side to side, and her large, watery eyes looked resentfully at the man on top of her!

Zhang Wuji took a deep breath and thrust several more times!

Each time, Zhao Min let out a long sigh of "Ah..." feeling a mixture of sensations—tingling, numbness, soreness, itchiness, and pain—a wonderfully pleasurable feeling that made her feel like she was floating on air.

The exceptionally talented and skillful Zhang Wuji thrust directly into the hidden depths of her body, reaching her most sensitive and alluring core. Her long, shapely legs arched upwards in pleasure, her toes curling and kicking upwards – a sight that seemed to bring unbearable comfort.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhao Min gripped Zhang Wuji's neck tightly with her jade-white hands, her alluring eyes fixed on him with a captivating, intoxicated gaze. The most difficult thing to dispel is the allure of a beautiful woman; Zhang Wuji had never imagined Zhao Min could be so captivating during lovemaking.

Zhao Min rubbed her delicate face against Zhang Wuji's, the faint fragrance of her hair wafting to his nose. Her warm, honeyed face, so close to his, allowed Zhang Wuji to savor every detail, reminding him that he was possessing a stunning beauty. Her red, fragrant tongue also joined him, spreading a sensual aroma in his mouth.

Zhang Wuji kissed Zhao Min's fragrant lips and sweet breath. Their tongues intertwined passionately, exchanging saliva, and Zhang Wuji swallowed the sweet nectar from her mouth as if tasting nectar.

She thrust her hips upward to meet Zhang Wuji's vigorous thrusts, using intense passion to match his unrestrained and frenzied pounding. Each impact made a sound: "Plop, plop!" The erotic sounds made Zhang Wuji's heart tremble, and his penis shuddered again during the thrusts.

Looking at the sexy beauty with bright eyes, white teeth, and swaying breasts before him, Zhang Wuji suddenly shouted and began to thrust vigorously again. The crisp "crackling" sound of their lower bodies colliding filled the entire room.

Under Zhang Wuji's powerful, relentless thrusts, Zhao Min

let out a long, gurgling sound before erupting into a chilling scream. In the instant the scream abruptly ended, Zhao Min suddenly jerked her head back and bit down hard on Zhang Wuji's left shoulder. Her hands, tightly wrapped around his back, dug their nails deep into his strong muscles, and a torrent of love juice gushed forth…

Zhao Min gasped for breath beneath Zhang Wuji, then exhaled heavily. She stared at him, her eyes shifting unpredictably! Suddenly, she burst into laughter, a wild, unrestrained laugh that accompanied the rhythmic movements of her body.

Suddenly, she grabbed Zhang Wuji's head and said in a sweet voice, "You stinky man, your skills in bed are pretty good! What are you standing there for? Keep going! Keep fucking me! If you don't fuck me enough and make me feel good today, this princess won't let you off the hook!" She

was indeed a strong-willed woman, a woman who refused to admit defeat, even uttering such arrogant words at this moment.

Zhang Wuji was taken aback by Zhao Min's sudden change of attitude. He paused for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "You big slut, Zhao, still not full? Then watch how I fuck you to pieces!" He made the soft and limp Zhao Min lie face down, her back to him.

Zhao Min's buttocks were extremely sexy and beautiful. Her buttocks were so white and plump, exposed to the air, like a white peony blooming in the wind, incomparably beautiful. In a daze, Zhang Wuji seemed to be able to smell the faint scent of flesh, and even feel the invisible yet boundless heat emanating from her trembling buttocks!

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but stare in a daze! After a while, he knelt between her snow-white legs. He took a deep breath, thrust forward with all his might, and plunged in. His lower abdomen slammed against Zhao Min's smooth buttocks, making a crisp, loud sound.

Immediately, moans, heavy breathing, and the "slap, slap" of flesh colliding between man and woman mingled in a simultaneous symphony, reaching the height of lewdness and wantonness.

"Slap... slap... slap..." Several crisp sounds rang out, the sound of Zhang Wuji slapping Zhao Min's buttocks.

"I'll beat you to death, you lewd big ass, I'll smash it! You little slut, I'll beat you to death..." Zhang Wuji's hand slapped Zhao Min's buttocks again and again. After a while, red marks appeared on the fair, tender flesh. Zhao Min continued to moan, seemingly without pain, but rather experiencing surging pleasure.

"Is it comfortable?" Zhang Wuji roared, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts, the "slap, slap, slap" sounds of their lower bodies colliding, combined with the lewd sounds of their genitals rubbing together, making the sound even more arousing.

"Ah...oh...ah..." Zhao Min moaned incessantly, seemingly completely out of control. She shook her head wildly, emitting even more wanton moans, her body heaving rhythmically in sync with Zhang Wuji's movements.

Her full, naked breasts swayed seductively with the rhythm of her body's movements.

At first, they only circled slightly, but as Zhang Wuji's movements intensified, her two round, snow-white breasts trembled more and more violently, as if showing off their elasticity and weight, tracing sexy parabolic arcs that dazzled Zhang Wuji.

Due to the intense collisions, Zhao Min's vaginal fluids splashed incessantly. Zhang Wuji hadn't expected Zhao Min to be so wanton; her vagina was truly made of water!

Zhang Wuji gripped Zhao Min's shoulders, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, pounding into her smooth, soft core like a pile driver, waves of pleasure sending him to ecstasy. The squelching sounds continued incessantly.

Zhao Min's hazy eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed red, and she was panting heavily as Zhang Wuji's penis thrust in and out wildly, until the ground was soaked again... Zhang Wuji made her support herself, raised one of her long, slender, snow-white, beautiful legs high, and then thrust hard into her exposed private parts...

Zhao Min kept moaning and groaning, her hips twisting and turning. Suddenly, her muscles tensed up as if wound up, and she screamed desperately. Zhang Wuji couldn't take it anymore and thrust into her dozens of times, making her howl like a banshee, almost fainting...

Finally, Zhang Wuji picked Zhao Min up and slammed her against the wall. Zhao Min pressed against the wall, her entire body off the ground, her large breasts pressed naked against Zhang Wuji's chest, her two jade-like legs hooked around his shoulders, her whole body curled up like a shrimp, while Zhang Wuji's thick penis stirred wildly inside her.

Zhao Min moaned softly, "Oh, um, oh, um..." refusing to give in, which only excited Zhang Wuji, who thrust into her even more vigorously.

Zhang Wuji's large, thick buttocks thrust powerfully, while Zhao Min's hands limply rested on his body, her head swaying from side to side with the force of his thrusts, her long, beautiful hair slightly disheveled.

Zhao Min gasped and sobbed intermittently, automatically arching her hips, offering her private parts to Zhang Wuji, allowing his member to penetrate her deeply…

Zhang Wuji bit hard at Zhao Min's erect nipples, pinching and twisting her smooth thighs, leaving mark after mark on her delicate body. Strangely, Zhao Min didn't cry out in pain, only moaning and screaming ecstatically, writhing in response.

The two naked bodies clung desperately, as if they had completely let go, completely merged, completely immersed in this sinful and stimulating union.

Zhang Wuji continued to squeeze and knead her breasts as he forcefully thrust into Zhao Min's paradise. Zhao Min, her full, snow-white thighs raised high, kicked upwards repeatedly. Her tight, narrow vulva gripped Zhang Wuji's penis, spasming and contracting violently. Her round buttocks, like a wound-up toy, rhythmically and automatically thrust upwards, repeatedly impacting Zhang Wuji's abdomen.

Her face wore an expression of blissful ecstasy, seemingly beyond ecstasy, unable to stop. Her long, beautiful legs firmly held Zhang Wuji between her buttocks…

When Zhang Wuji once again thrust his penis deep into Zhao Min's core, a tingling, electric sensation suddenly surged from their point of union to Zhang Wuji's lower back, spreading throughout every nerve in his body.

Zhao Min had been fucked by him for a full hour before she could no longer endure it. Normally, she would have used her remaining strength to beg for mercy. "Spare me, I beg you, you can have anything you want, ah... have mercy..."

Zhang Wuji was thrilled to see her begging for mercy, but instead of slowing down, he fucked her even more fiercely. "Hehe, begging for mercy? Where were you before? Weren't you so arrogant just now, saying you wanted to tear me apart? Heh..." He shouted again. He increased the speed of his big meat stick going in and out of Zhao Min's secret hole. With each insertion and withdrawal of his big meat stick, the lustful fluid in Zhao Min's secret hole was also brought out, wetting the floor beneath her. However, the dungeon was made of refined steel and did not absorb water at all, so the lustful fluid formed a puddle.

Zhang Wuji was determined to make Zhao Min completely submit. While he was fucking and enjoying himself, a scorching pure yang true energy shot out from the meatus at the tip of his glans, striking the acupoints inside Zhao Min's cunt, further stimulating Zhao Min.

"Ah...ah...ah...ya..." After a series of hysterical moans, Zhao Min suddenly went wild. She desperately thrust her large buttocks to meet Zhang Wuji's thrusts, seemingly reaching her true limit.

Zhang Wuji, of course, knew Zhao Min's condition. He decisively withdrew his large penis and quickly flipped Zhao Min over, returning her to a face-to-face position. Then, he thrust into Zhao Min's body again, fiercely thrusting his massive penis, fucking the Zhao Min who, just an hour ago, was a noble Mongolian princess and a virgin.

At this moment, Zhao Min seemed to be using all her strength, desperately thrusting her large buttocks to allow Zhang Wuji's large penis to penetrate even deeper into her honey hole. But this final burst of energy couldn't last long. After a frenzied counterattack, she suddenly exerted all her strength, clinging to Zhang Wuji like an octopus. A violent contraction occurred within her vagina, followed by a gush of cool vaginal fluid from deep within, drenching Zhang Wuji's large glans, which had been acting as the vanguard. It felt incredibly pleasurable, but he knew he couldn't let himself go; he still had important business to attend to.

After Zhao Min finished climaxing and her body relaxed, Zhang Wuji hoisted her legs onto his shoulders, his hands gripping her slightly fleshy but extremely sexy waist. Then, he began his final thrust.

As he forcefully thrust his large penis downwards, he pulled Zhao Min's vaginal opening towards him with both hands, the combined force making his thrusts even more powerful.

After a few moments, he felt a surge of pleasure. He thrust hard, and suddenly, he rammed his massive penis into Zhao Min's body, penetrating her entire uterus. The head of his penis touched the mature uterine wall. After a series of violent throbbing, he ejaculated hot semen, scalding Zhao Min's vaginal opening as her abundant primordial yang energy surged out. Zhang Wuji, naturally, didn't hold back. He washed away all that primordial yang in one go. Finally, fearing that Zhao Min might die from yin deficiency, he ejaculated some of his own primordial yang energy, both saving Zhao Min's life and completely controlling her mind.

Chapter 74: A Bet with Zhao Min - The

Clouds Clear and the Rain Dissipates!

After the climax, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min lay on the ground, panting heavily.

After a long time, all sensations returned to Zhang Wuji's consciousness. After releasing his pent-up emotions, he felt refreshed and invigorated!

All the violence and agitation had vanished. A feeling of indescribable comfort washed over him!

He jolted back to reality. What had happened to him? What had he just done? The scene flashed through his mind.

Truly, life is unpredictable!

He never imagined his divine skill would be mastered under such circumstances! And his union with Zhao Min would be completed under such circumstances!

"Hmm, Zhao Min..." Zhang Wuji turned his head to look at Zhao Min. He saw Zhao Min lying there, panting heavily, her pretty face covered in sweat, flushed with a captivating blush, and filled with an expression of utter satisfaction. Lying beside her, Zhang Wuji could clearly hear her rapid heartbeat.

Zhao Min, noticing Zhang Wuji's gaze, turned her head and looked directly at him, her beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions.

Zhang Wuji met her gaze with a slight smile, while simultaneously calculating how to handle the situation.

Zhao Min stared at Zhang Wuji for a long while, then slowly said, "Zhang Wuji, how dare you rape me!"

Zhang Wuji remained calm, raising an eyebrow and saying indifferently, "Then what do you want?" He looked at Zhao Min with a smile, then suddenly said softly, "Princess, did I make you feel good just now?"

Zhao Min was stunned!

After a long while, Zhao Min suddenly burst into laughter, like a flower trembling.

Zhao Min's loud laughter made Zhang Wuji somewhat at a loss, looking at her laughter, wondering what this woman was up to.

Zhao Min's eyes flickered, her alluring almond-shaped eyes glancing at Zhang Wuji, and she said with a seductive smile, "Undeniably, that sex just now was indeed intoxicating, but it was my first time, so there's no comparison, and therefore I don't know if your skills in bed are the best, Master Zhang!" She sat up naked, her body alluring, fine beads of sweat still clinging to her delicate skin.

Hearing her words, Zhang Wuji realized she actually wanted to find a man to compare and see who made her feel the best! Wouldn't that be like cuckolding him? Zhang Wuji absolutely couldn't accept such a thing, so he deliberately provoked her, saying, "What? You little slut, you haven't been satisfied with me yet, and you want to go find other men? Are Mongolian women born promiscuous?"

"Shut up!" Zhao Min said angrily.

Seeing that his provocation had worked, Zhang Wuji felt somewhat relieved. He glanced at her calmly; undeniably, Zhao Min was a very charming woman. She was likely over 1.75 meters tall, an extremely rare height for a woman in ancient times. However, in modern society, this was the minimum for a model's figure, so in Zhang Wuji's eyes, Zhao Min was absolutely perfect. Even more remarkable was her perfectly proportioned frame, even muscles, and slender, graceful figure. She exuded a dazzling, imposing aura, both majestic and delicately beautiful. Her legs were remarkably long and beautiful, always standing out from the crowd wherever she went! Her steps were light and graceful, her full breasts swaying gently, extremely alluring…

At this moment, Zhang Wuji wasn't in a hurry. He stared intently at Zhao Min, waiting to see what she would do. She slowly approached Zhang Wuji and sat down opposite him. Both were completely naked, sitting facing each other! Zhang Wuji quietly observed her, saying nothing.

Zhao Min smiled, looked at Zhang Wuji for a while, and suddenly chuckled! She reached out and caressed Zhang Wuji's manhood.

Zhang Wuji didn't react, nor did he stop her, just watching what she would do!

Zhao Min's eyes were alluring as she chuckled, "Speaking of men, although I haven't tasted any, I've seen plenty! Thick ones, thin ones, long ones, short ones, straight ones, hooked ones, I've seen them all! But I must admit, the first time I encountered such a big treasure like yours, it's truly the most satisfying!

I've always wondered what kind of man could take my first time, could become my man, and just now, it almost killed me! Alright, from now on, this thing is mine!"

This was the most domineering thing Zhang Wuji had ever heard. A glint flashed in his eyes, and he said calmly, "If you want to taste this thing of mine, you have to be my woman, at my beck and call!"

"At your beck and call?" Zhao Min asked in surprise. She chuckled, "Master Zhang, you have quite the appetite!"

She looked at Zhang Wuji with a smile, but then froze.

Zhang Wuji was gazing at her calmly, his eyes gleaming with an incredibly captivating light. His deep black, jewel-like eyes possessed an unparalleled allure. Zhao Min trembled; she had never seen such a captivating gaze before. For a moment, her mind went blank, unable to look away from his beautiful almond-shaped eyes.

Zhao Min couldn't tear her gaze away from Zhang Wuji's naked, imposing body. This man had truly changed, making him seem like a completely different person—extraordinary and proud, possessing a breathtaking masculine charm, a kind of sensuality she had never seen before. She stared at Zhang Wuji for a while, speechless, then suddenly leaned against him, looking into his eyes, and said with a seductive smile, "Am I a harlot?"

"Hmm..." Zhang Wuji hadn't expected Zhao Min to do this, and to change so quickly. He raised an eyebrow. Given the current ambiguous situation between the two, where friend and foe are unclear and right and wrong are uncertain, Zhao Min's actions carry a particularly unspeakable weight.

"Speak!" Zhao Min's body writhed against Zhang Wuji, giving him an indescribable sensation.

Zhang Wuji, enjoying the pleasure, smiled and said, "Not bad! You are indeed a harlot! And the most beautiful and alluring harlot in the world! But you are also a real woman!"

Zhao Min chuckled again, looking at Zhang Wuji, and suddenly asked in a sweet voice, "Then...do you love me?"

Zhang Wuji remained silent!

How to put it? His feelings for Zhao Min were incredibly complex! Having transmigrated to this world, only three people in the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber* truly mattered to him: Xiao Zhao, Zhou Zhiruo, and Zhao Min! Therefore, it was impossible for him not to like Zhao Min! However, after meeting her, Zhao Min's behavior was utterly repulsive to Zhang Wuji; she was too arrogant! But as their relationship deepened, his feelings for her slowly changed... She was, in fact, a woman who dared to love and hate; she didn't care what others thought, and only did what she believed was right. In a patriarchal society, to have achieved such success is truly remarkable… If this were the 21st century, Zhao Min would definitely be a powerful woman! She could probably even run for President of the United States!

But…

after a long pause, Zhang Wuji said calmly, “Is there love between us?”

Zhao Min was taken aback. She looked at Zhang Wuji, and after a long while, she suddenly smiled beautifully and said, “To be honest, Leader Zhang, although I admire you in many ways, you haven’t reached the point where I’m head over heels for you!

Also, don’t be so absolute. You’ve always resisted me, but in the end, didn’t I still manage to take you?”

Zhang Wuji couldn’t help but chuckle, both amused and exasperated. He hadn’t expected Zhao Min to twist the truth like this! He looked at Zhao Min and said, “It seems like you’re the one who took me!”

Zhao Min raised an eyebrow: “It was you who took me!”

“It was you!”

“It was you!”

…

“Hahahaha!” Zhang Wuji found it very amusing and burst into laughter. Zhao Min also chuckled.

The two laughed for a while, then Zhang Wuji suddenly stopped laughing and said seriously to Zhao Min, "Zhao Min, I'm going to rescue the Ming Cult disciples. You should open the trap."

Zhao Min's eyes sparkled, and she said sweetly, "Rescue your Ming Cult disciples? What's in it for me?"

Zhang Wuji said gently, "What do you want in return?"

Zhao Min stroked Zhang Wuji's handsome face and said with a charming smile, "Didn't I tell you? From now on, you're mine, at my beck and call!"

Zhang Wuji kissed her lightly and smiled, "That's impossible. A real man shouldn't be controlled by a woman like that! I forgot to tell you, the world's affairs aren't something you can just decide! Maybe I, Zhang Wuji, will one day be the emperor, a true dragon descending to earth..." "My woman, you might become Qingyu!"

Zhao Min chuckled. "Oh, how manly! I like it! Actually, we don't have to go that far. We both have what the other needs..." As she spoke, a proud look appeared in Zhao Min's eyes. "My father is powerful and influential, holding a large army. He can provide you with power, fame, money, and beautiful women! And you... just lead the Ming Cult disciples to submit to the imperial court and assist the court in unifying the martial arts world. I believe you can achieve even greater things, and be ennobled and appointed as prime minister. Wealth and glory are only a matter of time!"

Zhang Wuji said solemnly, "How can I, a dignified Han Chinese man, stoop to be a dog for the Mongols? The purpose of my Ming Cult is 'to expel the Tartars and restore China'..." "

With just your small Ming Cult, you think you can fight against the imperial court? You are far too presumptuous!" Zhao Min said, "Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the earth, all people are subjects of the king. My Mongol emperor's power extends to the four seas, and the empire's territory is unparalleled by any other dynasty!" "How can Master Zhang lead the Ming Cult disciples to serve the imperial court? The emperor will bestow special honors upon them, and the Ming Cult will naturally be greatly honored."

Zhang Wuji coldly replied, "Although the Ming Cult has committed many unjust acts and misdeeds in the past, it is absolutely clear on matters of national integrity and righteousness, which is to fight the Mongols to the end."

Zhao Min said, "Abandoning darkness for light, those who understand the times are always heroes. All the martial arts sects have submitted to the court and are loyal to it.

The Ming Cult is merely following the trend of the times and following the descendants of the virtuous and heroic. What is so strange about that?"

Zhang Wuji's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared directly at Zhao Min and said, "The Yuan people are cruel and have harmed many people. Today, heroes are rising up all over the world precisely to drive out the barbarians and reclaim our land. All the descendants of the Yellow Emperor have the heart to drive out the Tartars. This is the trend of the times. I, Zhang Wuji, a descendant of the Han people, naturally know where the righteousness lies." " Scholars like Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei have always been righteous and upright sects. How could they be subservient to power? Princess, stop deceiving yourself!"

Zhao Min said, "It's only a matter of time before Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei submit to the imperial court. Your Ming Cult has also suffered heavy losses from the siege of the six major sects, and you have few disciples left. Aren't you all afraid of death?"

Zhang Wuji recited in a long voice, "Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? Let my loyal heart shine in history!"

Zhao Min stared at Zhang Wuji in astonishment. After a long while, she slowly said, "I never thought there was such a domineering man as you in the world! It seems you will inevitably become a major threat to our Mongols in the future! But killing you now would be a pity..." Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled charmingly, "Besides, you are my man, and I still can't forget that..." Zhao Min chuckled and stroked Zhang Wuji's manhood.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but laugh, "It's not certain who will kill whom now. Don't forget, I'm the stronger one and you're the weaker one! How about we make a bet? If you can bring the six major sects of the martial arts world under the control of the imperial court, I will lead the Ming Cult disciples to submit to the court, and I, Zhang Wuji, will wholeheartedly be your man. Conversely, if I thwart your plan and prevent you from bringing the six major sects under control, you will become my woman. Our bet is for one year, how about it?"

Zhao Min looked at Zhang Wuji, and after a long while, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Nodding repeatedly, he said, "Great idea!"

"Good, deal!"

Zhang Wuji was also overjoyed and said, "It's a deal!"

The two of them slapped each other's hands with a "slap!" and made a vow.

Zhang Wuji originally wanted Zhao Min to open the mechanism and then say goodbye, but when he saw Zhao Min's naked, full, and mature body, her pair of snow-white thighs long and plump; her face was white with a rosy blush, and her pair of bright, alluring eyes looked at him coquettishly.

Zhang Wuji could not suppress the passion in his heart. He thought that after this farewell, he didn't know when they would meet again, so he put his hand on Zhao Min's rounded shoulder. She did not dodge or turn around.

Zhao Min exuded a faint fragrance. Zhang Wuji's heart was pounding. He lowered his head and gently kissed her neck.

When Zhang Wuji's lips touched Zhao Min's smooth skin, his heart was completely intoxicated.

Zhao Min did not resist. It seemed that she had the same thoughts as Zhang Wuji. Her breathing became rapid, and she leaned against Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji turned her around, and after a brief glance, they embraced tightly.

Zhang Wuji couldn't remember how they ended up kissing; he only felt Zhao Min's lips were moist and soft, her tongue eagerly exploring his mouth, her waist and back full and incredibly comfortable to the touch.

Holding her soft body, Zhang Wuji's penis hardened uncontrollably, pressing against Zhao Min's lower abdomen, causing a slight ache in his own.

Zhao Min was also excited, panting as she whispered in Zhang Wuji's ear, "Let's sit down! I can't stand anymore."

As if they had a pre-existing understanding, Zhang Wuji didn't speak, continuing to hold Zhao Min, kissing her cherry lips as he gently helped her sit down on the ground.

Zhang Wuji kissed Zhao Min's delicate face, her ears, her jade-like neck…

Zhao Min shyly tried to dodge, but her soft body was already tightly held by Zhang Wuji, unable to move at all. One of his hands reached for her full breasts.

Zhang Wuji felt like he was on fire, wanting nothing more than to kiss her, squeeze her, and caress her. Zhao Min, however, was limp and boneless; he understood what it meant to be utterly soft. She moaned and returned his kisses incessantly.

"Mmm..." Zhao Min blushed, becoming even more alluring.

Zhang Wuji grasped her soft, elastic breasts, kneading and playing with them wantonly, pinching her delicate nipples.

Soon, Zhao Min's nipples hardened, and she nestled shyly and helplessly against Zhang Wuji's shoulder.

While sucking on her tender nipples, Zhang Wuji slipped his hand between her legs.

Zhao Min trembled, moaning incessantly! She broke free from Zhang Wuji's embrace, sitting to the side, her face flushed.

Zhang Wuji chuckled, walked over, and embraced Zhao Min from behind, his hands covering her breasts. He whispered in Zhao Min's ear, "Princess, who knows when we'll meet again after this parting? You're so alluring, I can't forget you!"

"Zhang Wuji, you're so naughty," Zhao Min said. "If you really can't forget me, why don't you just submit to the court?"

"Submit to the court and become a high-ranking official? It's better to make your way in the world, conquer a great empire, and then I'll make you a noble lady..." Zhang Wuji turned Zhao Min's body around to face him, tightening his grip on her slender waist as he leered.

"Your plans are still far from being realized, but submitting to the court is a sure thing..." Zhao Min blushed as she endured Zhang Wuji's teasing, using her delicate, snow-white hands to push away his broad shoulders, which were burning with desire, and desperately arching her back to prevent him from touching her mature, full, and towering breasts.

However, as time went on, Zhao Min gradually felt her strength waning, her resistance weakening. Zhang Wuji also began to tighten his grip on her arms, finally pressing her soft, full breasts tightly against his chest.

"Mmm..." Zhao Min let out a soft moan, feeling a little breathless. The scent of a mature man's sweat permeated her heart, and she felt a little dizzy, unsure of what was happening.

Zhang Wuji felt the beauty in his arms exhale like orchids, her face as beautiful as a flower, a unique fragrance of a young girl filling his senses.

Two rapidly rising and falling, proud breasts pressed against her chest, two adorable protrusions on her soft, full breasts...

Zhao Min knew she couldn't resist Zhang Wuji, so she shyly closed her eyes, revealing her delicate, white shoulders.

Zhang Wuji secretly swallowed, his eyes burning with desire. He greedily touched and kissed them, constantly sucking and licking her nipples, while one hand fiercely grasped and caressed her other breast.

Zhao Min was also extremely excited. Her face flushed, and she let out soft moans. Her pair of snow-white thighs were tightly pressed together, and the contrast of black, red, and white against her full buttocks created a seductive and alluring nude picture.

Zhao Min's figure was so alluring; her two high, firm breasts rose and fell with her breath as if alive, and her pink curves, snow-white buttocks, and jade-like legs were all captivating and dazzling.

"Princess, are you shy?" Zhang Wuji laughed, and his hand once again moved up Zhao Min's smooth thighs.

"Oh..." Zhao Min moaned shyly, trying to close her two plump thighs to avoid his teasing. But Zhao Min, this delicate beauty, was no match for Zhang Wuji; her fair thighs had already been forcibly spread apart.

"Hehe... How is it?" Zhang Wuji stroked and kneaded Zhao Min's smooth, tender thighs, teasing her lewdly.

Zhao Min, shy and helpless, gasped, "Mmm...ah...you're so naughty..."

Zhang Wuji's hand continued to slide upwards along the inside of Zhao Min's smooth, delicate thighs, lifting her panties and slipping inside her pink labia, touching her soft pubic hair, then gently moving upwards...

Zhao Min struggled weakly, her two thighs, spread apart by Zhang Wuji, were about to close when his fingers had already slipped inside again, touching her soft, plump vulva.

Her vulva was soft and full, moist and tender, sticky vaginal fluid already covering her vulva. Zhang Wuji inserted his fingers into Zhao Min's slippery vagina, and she cried out shyly, "Oh...you're touching my...mmm..."

burying her head in his chest, forced to spread her two white, plump thighs, letting Zhang Wuji freely fondle her vaginal flesh...

Zhang Wuji bent down, ignoring Zhao Min's struggles, and picked her up. Holding this beautiful woman, Zhang Wuji pressed Zhao Min down beneath him.

Zhao Min was pinned to the ground, and Zhang Wuji kissed her stunningly beautiful face and her soft, red lips.

Zhao Min passionately returned the kiss, arching her graceful, white neck back to let him kiss her. This caused her already firm and erect breasts to stand even more prominently.

Zhang Wuji, through the thin bra, grasped Zhao Min's soft, perky breasts with both hands.

"Mmm..." Zhao Min let out a shy moan, her heart tightening, her face flushing red.

Zhang Wuji's strong hands roamed over Zhao Min's fair, beautiful breasts, savoring the body of the beauty beneath him.

Zhao Min's soft, perky breasts, kneaded by Zhang Wuji, felt a tingling, numbing sensation in her body, her heart filled with boundless shyness.

Zhang Wuji skillfully and patiently caressed Zhao Min's high, tender breasts, gentle yet firm.

He gradually noticed that Zhao Min, pressed beneath him, relaxed her body, and as he caressed her perky breasts, her breathing became heavier and more rapid, her beautiful, blushing face growing ever redder.

Zhang Wuji, without making a sound, continued to caress and knead Zhao Min's full, perky breasts with one hand, while the other hand groped downwards. Zhao Min, feeling incredibly shy, felt a demonic hand move down from her high, perky breasts, across her soft, slender waist, across her round, smooth thighs, and

then slip into the inside of her tightly closed thighs. As his hand meandered down from Zhao Min's breasts, directly into the base of her tightly clenched thighs, Zhao Min felt a pleasure she had never experienced before.

The more foreplay, the more intense the climax.

Zhang Wuji knew it was about time, and aimed his thick penis at her moist vagina, thrusting it in hard.

The two of them were already quite skilled, and soon they were in perfect harmony, with both attack and defense, feeling incredibly comfortable. Zhang Wuji's large glans penetrated inch by inch, reaching the very core of Zhao Min's flower.

"Princess, is it comfortable?"

"Mmm...mmm...ah..." Zhao Min was now so agitated by Zhang Wuji's thrusting that her heart was pounding, her blood was rushing, her body was burning with desire, and her vaginal fluids were flowing freely. But she refused to answer Zhang Wuji.

"You won't answer? I'll fuck you to death!"

"Ugh...you stinky man, all you do is bully women, ah..." Zhao Min blushed, closing her alluring eyes and whispering softly. Zhang Wuji's lewd words made her breath quicken and her heart flutter.

Realizing this, Zhang Wuji deliberately made Zhao Min utter obscene and vulgar language about sex organs to encourage her to abandon her shame and fully enjoy the pleasure of intercourse.

"How am I bullying you! You're a princess, would I dare bully you? I'm satisfying you!!" Zhang Wuji grinned wickedly, his penis penetrating deeper, his swollen glans exploring and thrusting inside her, the touch of his penis on her clitoris producing even stronger pleasure.

"Ah...ah..." Zhao Min blushed, twisting her plump buttocks, panting, "You're...you're so bad..."

"Tell me! Is it good...?"

"Good...ah...ah...ouch..." Zhao Min was now so comfortable she was incoherent, practically a wanton woman in the throes of lust.

Zhang Wuji caressed Zhao Min's full, soft breasts, which grew firmer and firmer. He gently sucked and pulled at them with his lips, stimulating her tender nipples until they stood erect like beans. The teasing made Zhao Min moan incessantly, her wanton cries and trembling body accompanied by a constant flow of vaginal fluid. Her beautiful face was flushed with lust, and her slightly open eyes made her appear incredibly alluring.

"Oh... ah... so comfortable... hum... so... so good... ah..." Zhao Min gasped and moaned in a daze, her face flushed, her eyes glazed, her hair flying, and her body covered in sweat. The burning desire made her reveal a seductive and wanton manner. "Ah... you stinky man... you've ripped my heart out... ah ah...

I'm dying..."

Zhao Min was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex, her heart brimming with joy, intoxicated, and crying out rapidly. Zhao Min's wild cries were incredibly wanton; at this moment, she was as wanton as a female dog in heat.

"Ah...ah...ah...I'm lost..." Zhao Min's brows furrowed, her voice soft and seductive. The extreme pleasure made her lose her senses, and a thick stream of hot vaginal fluid gushed from her lips.

Not satisfied with this, Zhang Wuji picked up the now-climaxed Zhao Min and turned her over, making her kneel on all fours.

Zhao Min obediently raised her large, round, porcelain-like buttocks high, revealing the narrow crevice beneath them. The wet vaginal fluid at the entrance made her red labia glisten.

What beautiful round buttocks! Zhang Wuji knelt behind her, gently stroking her buttocks with both hands while kissing Zhao Min's lips.

"Oh..." When Zhang Wuji thrust his penis into her lips from behind, she let out a soft moan, her eyebrows furrowed, and she pressed her hands to the ground, the veins bulging.

Zhang Wuji pressed his entire body against Zhao Min's snow-white back, thrusting his penis in and out, a position resembling that of dogs mating in heat.

The demure Zhao Min experienced a unique sensation from this "dog-like" lovemaking, her desire flaring even more intensely.

Zhao Min swayed her plump buttocks back and forth in a wanton, wanton manner, her body undulating, causing her large, full breasts to bounce, her flowing hair a beautiful sight.

Zhang Wuji used his left hand to knead Zhao Min's swaying breasts, while his right hand caressed her fair, delicate, soft, and fleshy buttocks. He thrust forward forcefully, and she twisted back to meet his thrusts.

The mature and beautiful Zhao Min, experiencing dog-like intercourse, was so excited that her limbs trembled, her passion surging, and her vaginal fluids flowing freely.

Zhang Wuji's penis pressed against Zhao Min's plump buttocks, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her. Her bright red cherry lips emitted frequent, seductive moans that would drive any man wild, while the rhythmic "plop plop" of their intercourse was crisp and loud.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Zhao Min gasped, her breath coming in rapid, joyful gasps. "Ah...ouch...ah

...ah..."

She was about to climax again, crying out excitedly, oblivious to whether her wanton sounds could be heard outside their chamber. Her smooth, snow-white body swayed wildly back and forth, covered in glistening beads of sweat.

Hearing her pleading, Zhang Wuji thrust even harder, the stimulation pushing Zhao Min's desire to the peak of ecstasy wave after wave. Her body tingled with pleasure, her delicate labia flipping in and out with each thrust, her whole body convulsing in ecstasy.

Zhao Min's lips gushed forth a large amount of hot vaginal fluid, her labia contracting and sucking at Zhang Wuji's penis; he could no longer hold back.

"Ah, I'm going to cum too..." Zhang Wuji thrust rapidly, and Zhao Min desperately raised her plump buttocks to meet his final sprint.

Finally, with a "plop plop," gushes of semen gushed out, filling her vagina, Zhao Min deeply feeling the powerful, hot flow within.

"Ah...ah...so good..." Zhao Min gasped, ecstatic, lying prone on the ground, Zhang Wuji collapsing onto her beautiful back.

"I'm leaving now, take care of yourself, don't forget our promise!" Zhang Wuji said.

At this point, Zhao Min had little reason left and could only nod. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji released her and helped her up. Zhao Min, having been relentlessly penetrated for so long, and with the loss of so much vaginal fluid, was incredibly weak. She leaned against the wall, slowly walking to a section of it, rhythmically tapping on it.

Soon, the cave door opened, and Zhang Wuji quickly dressed himself, helping Zhao Min put on her clothes as well. Then he leaped out of the cave, calling out from outside, "Princess, I'm leaving. Farewell!"

Zhao Min watched Zhang Wuji disappear into the distance and said, "Take care of yourself. We'll meet again!"

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