[Wuxia Time Travel] The Alluring Beauty of the Heavenly Sword (Complete) - 10

Chapter 82 The Harem of Emerald Valley

After a long time of rummaging around with the four women, Yin Susu finally entrusted the Qingxin Temple to an elderly nun before taking Ye Zhishan, Qingshu, and Qingqiu with Zhang Wuji and flying back to Emerald Valley on a giant eagle.

Back at Emerald Valley, Zhang Wuji was warmly welcomed by Madam Zhu, Wei Yuyun, Zhu Jiuzhen, Wu Qingying, and Ban Shuxian.

They immediately showered him with questions and concern. Zhang Wuji introduced the four women to Yin Susu. Upon hearing that Zhang Wuji had even turned his own mother into a wife, the women were astonished!

Good heavens!?

Wei Yuyun and Ban Shuxian could hardly believe it. In such a short time, Zhang Wuji had actually "abducted"

so many beautiful and noble ladies, practically showered with the world's favor. And even his own mother had become his wife!

Zhang Wuji didn't bother to explain; the women were already used to it! Knowing the women must have been starving, Zhang Wuji went back to his room to rest, and Wei Yujun and the others busied themselves. The first problem facing them was deciding who should be in charge among so many women—in other words, the head of the harem, Zhang Wuji's wife.

The women had two candidates in mind: Wei Yujun and Yin Susu.

Unable to decide, they sought Zhang Wuji's opinion. Unexpectedly, he replied, "Wives are not distinguished by rank, concubines by status; all are treated equally, without distinction."

Zhang Wuji's answer reassured the women somewhat, but over a thousand years of traditional etiquette and hierarchical rules still forced them to establish a hierarchy.

After some discussion, the women finally decided to model the Cui Valley after the imperial harem, transforming it into Zhang Wuji's harem, with everyone taking their place.

Two consorts were appointed: Yin Susu for the East Palace and Wei Yuyun for the West Palace, equivalent to the Empress. Ban Shuxian, Zhu Jiuzhen, Wu Qingying, Ye Zhishan, and Qing Shu and Qing Qiu were First-Rank Ladies, second only to the consorts. Below the First-Rank Ladies were the Nine Concubines; below the Nine Concubines were the Imperial Concubines of the Emperor. All the remaining maids were collectively called "Imperial Ladies," each with a leader. Everyone worked according to their assigned roles, and they all got along well. Yin Susu and Wei Yuyun, in particular, got along peacefully, making Zhang Wuji shout "Long live the Emperor!"

Having not been intimate with Zhang Wuji for many days, Wei Yuyun and the others were naturally not going to let him off easily upon their return. They gathered Wei Yuyun, Ban Shuxian, Zhu Jiuzhen, Wu Qingying, and over thirty women from Cui Valley and pounced on him.

Cui Valley was awash in springtime beauty; wherever Zhang Wuji went, he was surrounded by the allure and devotion of beauties. So he simply lay on the bed and didn't go anywhere, attacking each one one by one. In the end, even Yin Susu, Ye Zhishan, and the Qing Shu and Qing Qiu sisters joined the fray, forming an unprecedented sexual battle between men and women.

It took Zhang Wuji a full two hours to satisfy the sexual desires of all the beauties.

The beauties lay sprawled on the bed, on the table, in the pool, in the bathroom, on the grass...

After the sexual battle was over, while the women were resting, exhausted, Zhang Wuji dressed himself, kissed each of them goodbye, and then rode his giant eagle back to Shiyan Town...

When he arrived in the town, before the second watch of the night, Zhang Wuji slipped behind a corner of a wall and saw that the streets were quiet and deserted, but a large inn was brightly lit. He leaped onto the roof, and after a few bounds, he reached the roof of a small house next to the inn. Looking around, he saw a felt tent erected on the open ground by the river outside the town, with figures moving around in front of and behind the tent, heavily guarded. He knew this was Zhao Min's camp.

Zhang Wuji didn't make a big fuss, but secretly sneaked in to find the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment. He saw three people lying in one of the rooms. He couldn't see the faces of two of them, but the one by the window was Ah San. He was groaning softly, clearly in great pain, with white bandages wrapped around his arms and legs. Zhang Wuji suddenly remembered: his limbs had been shattered by his own attack, and he must be using the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment to treat them.

If he didn't seize it now, when would he?

He opened the window and leaped in. The person standing in the room cried out in surprise and threw a punch. Zhang Wuji grabbed his fist with his left hand and used his right hand to press a pressure point to numb him. Looking back, he saw that the other two lying there were Bald Ah Er and the Eight-Armed Divine Sword Fang Dongbai. The man he had knocked down was wearing a long blue robe and was holding two golden needles, presumably giving the three acupuncture treatment.

On the table was a black bottle, and next to it were several pieces of moxa wool.

Ah San cried out, "Help! Steal the medicine..." Zhang Wuji moved with lightning speed, striking the acupoints of the three lying on the ground to silence them. He tore open the bandages on Ah San's arm, revealing that his entire arm was black, covered with a thin layer of ointment. Fearing that Zhao Min was cunning and had deliberately put fake medicine in the black bottle to lure him, he immediately scraped the ointment from Ah San's and Baldy Ah Er's wounds, wrapping it in bandages. He thought that even if the medicine in the bottle was fake, the ointment scraped from their wounds must be genuine.

Having obtained the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment, Zhang Wuji couldn't wait to go to Gucheng to meet Yang Xiao and the others. He returned directly to Wudang and ordered Hong Shuiqi to send someone to Gucheng to inform Yang Xiao and the others to return to the mountain. Zhang Sanfeng and the others were overjoyed to hear that they had obtained the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment.

Zhang Wuji carefully examined the ointment scraped from Ah San's wounds and then picked out some ointment from the black bottle for comparison. They were indeed identical. The black bottle was carved from a large piece of jade, deep black as lacquer, warm to the touch, and exuding an ancient charm. This bottle alone was an extremely precious treasure. Without further doubt, he ordered his men to carry Yin Liting to Yu Daiyan's room, placing the two beds side by side.

Unexpectedly, after taking the medicine, Yin Liting's eyes rolled back, and he fainted. Yu Daiyan, meanwhile, gritted his teeth, clearly enduring the pain, but his strong will prevented him from uttering a single groan.

Yin Liting, in a daze, said he saw many red, purple, blue, green, yellow, white, and blue... so vibrant, so many little balls flying and spinning around... so beautiful... Look, look...!

Cold sweat poured down Zhang Wuji's forehead. He knew he had finally fallen for Zhao Min's trap. The black jade bottle contained the Seven Insects Seven Ointment, and the poison applied to Ah San and Bald Ah Er was also this highly poisonous drug. She was willing to sacrifice the lives of two masters to lure him into her trap; such ruthlessness was truly incomprehensible. Filled with remorse and hatred, he immediately acted swiftly, removing the splints and bandages from the two men and washing the poisonous ointment off their limbs with strong liquor.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's solemn expression, Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao knew things were dire. They disregarded their usual politeness and helped wash Yin Liting's limbs with liquor. The black color seeped into their skin, impossible to wash away, like the stain left by a dyer or lacquerer—it couldn't be removed overnight.

Zhang Wuji dared not use any medicine indiscriminately, so he only gave the two some pain-relieving and calming pills. He went to the outer room, overwhelmed with fear and shame, utterly exhausted. His knees buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, weeping.

Yang Buhui was shocked and cried out, "Brother Wuji! Brother Wuji!"

Zhang Wuji sobbed, "I killed my third and sixth uncles."

Yang Buhui asked, "Is there truly no cure? Not even a trial?"

Zhang Wuji shook his head.

Just as he was feeling utterly lost, Wu Jingcao came to the door and reported, "Master, that Miss Zhao is requesting an audience outside the temple."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji was overcome with grief and indignation. He exclaimed, "I was just looking for her!" He drew his long sword from Yang Buhui's waist, gripped it tightly, and strode out.

At this moment, Xiao Zhao removed the pearl hairpin from her temple and handed it to Zhang Wuji, saying, "Young Master, go and return it to Miss Zhao."

Zhang Wuji glanced at her, thinking, "You understand what I mean. I have a deep-seated hatred for this Miss Zhao; we cannot keep anything of hers on us." He then took his sword and the hairpin in one hand and walked to the gate of the temple.

There stood Zhao Min, a smile on her face. The setting sun cast a blood-red glow on her cheeks, making her breathtakingly beautiful—truly worthy of being called the most beautiful woman in *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*. About ten feet behind her stood the Xuanming Elders, leading three fine horses, their eyes fixed elsewhere.

Zhang Wuji moved swiftly, closing in on Zhao Min. His left hand reached out and grabbed both her wrists, while the tip of his sword pressed against her chest. He shouted, "Quickly, bring me the antidote!"

Zhao Min smiled and said, "You coerced me once, and now you want to coerce me again? I've come to see you, and you're acting so fiercely? Is this how you treat a guest?"

Zhang Wuji said, "I need the antidote! If you don't give it to me, I... I won't live anymore, and you won't live either."

Zhao Min blushed slightly and spat softly, "Pah! Are you trying to be smug? You can die, what does it have to do with me? Do you want me to die with you?"

Zhang Wuji said seriously, "Who told you a joke? If you don't give me the antidote, today will be the day we both die."

Zhao Min's hands were held by him, and she felt his whole body trembling with extreme excitement. She also felt something hard in his palm and asked, "What are you holding?"

Zhang Wuji said, "Your pearl hairpin, here you go!" He raised his left hand and inserted the pearl hairpin into her hair. Then he lowered his hand and grabbed her wrist. The two movements were as fast as lightning.

Zhao Min said, "That was a gift from me, why don't you want it?"

Zhang Wuji said resentfully, "You've made me suffer so much! I don't want your things."

Zhao Min said, "You don't want my things? Is that true or false? Why did you ask me for the antidote the moment you opened your mouth?"

Every time Zhang Wuji argued with her, he was always at a disadvantage, and he was speechless for a moment, but he was unwilling to show weakness in front of her. He thought to himself that if he had read "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" carefully, he should know what to do, but he only knew the important parts and hadn't remembered any of the details. Otherwise, he wouldn't have to put up with this woman's temper. Maybe he could even push her down now and have a few more rounds with her!

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji felt ashamed again, feeling that it was really wrong of him to still be thinking about such things at this time!

At this time, Yang Xiao and the others had already learned the news and rushed out of the temple gate. They saw that Zhao Min had been captured by Zhang Wuji, while the Xuanming Elders stood at a distance, seemingly indifferent, yet also seemingly fearless. Everyone stood aside and waited to see what would happen.

Zhao Min smiled and said, "You are the leader of the Ming Cult, your martial arts shake the world. How come you cry like a child when you encounter a little trouble? You already cried, didn't you? How shameless! Let me tell you, you were struck by two Xuanming Divine Palms from the Xuanming Elders. I came to see how badly you were injured. Unexpectedly, as soon as you saw me, you started nagging and begging. Are you going to let go or not?"

Zhang Wuji thought to himself that if she wanted to escape, it would be impossible. If she moved even slightly, he could immediately grab her again. So he released her wrist.

Zhao Min reached out and touched the pearl flower at her temple, smiled sweetly, and said, "How come you don't seem to be injured at all?"

Zhang Wuji coldly said, "A mere Xuanming Divine Palm might not be able to hurt anyone."

Zhao Min said, "Then what about the Vajra Finger? Or the Seven Insects Seven Flower Ointment?" These two sentences were like two heavy iron hammers, striking Zhang Wuji's chest. He said bitterly, "It really is the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Ointment."

Zhao Min said solemnly, "Leader Zhang, if you want the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment, I can give it to you. If you want the antidote for the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Ointment, I can also give it to you. But you must promise me three things. Then I will willingly offer it to you. If you use force to coerce me, then killing me will be easy, but getting the antidote will be extremely difficult. If you torture me again, what I give you will only be fake medicine or poison."

Zhang Wuji was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "What three things? Tell me quickly, tell me quickly."

Zhao Min smiled and said, "Crying and laughing at the same time, aren't you afraid of looking bad! I told you before, but I can't remember right now, what are they?" "Whenever I think of it, I'll tell you. As long as you keep your word and don't break it, then it'll be fine. I won't ask you to catch the moon, I won't ask you to do anything against the code of chivalry, and I certainly won't ask you to die. Naturally, I won't ask you to become a pig or a dog."

Zhang Wuji thought, "Anyway, once you become my woman, I have plenty of ways to torment you, as long as you don't ask me to do anything immoral. So what if you try to disrupt my marriage with Zhou Zhiruo? I'll definitely make her my woman before we even get married. Let's see how you handle that!" Still relying on your own hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator, anime virgin physical sex toy, highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter. He

then said with great emotion, "Miss Zhao, if you would bestow upon me the miraculous medicine to heal my Uncle Yu and Uncle Yin, then whatever you command, Zhang Wuji would never refuse.

I would go through fire and water for you." Zhao Min extended her palm and said, "Alright, let's swear an oath with a high five. I will give you the antidote. After healing your third and sixth uncles' injuries, I will ask you to do three things in the future. As long as it does not violate the code of chivalry, you must do your utmost and never refuse."

Zhang Wuji said, "As you wish." He gently tapped her palm three times.

Zhao Min removed the pearl hairpin from her hair and said, "Now you are willing to accept my gift?"

Zhang Wuji took the pearl hairpin. "A gift is fine with anyone, but it only has meaning when given by a friend!"

Zhao Min said. "I won't allow you to give it to that pretty maid again."

Only then did Zhang Wuji realize that this was a token of love from Zhao Min! No wonder she was angry when she saw Xiao Zhao wearing it. He immediately whispered in Zhao Min's ear, "I understand. This is a token of love from you. I was just foolish... I will cherish it and treasure it, and I won't give it to anyone else!"

Zhao Min immediately smiled, her blushing face especially charming. She smiled and took three steps back, saying, "The antidote will be delivered immediately. Greetings, Leader Zhang!" With a flick of her long sleeves, she turned and left. The two elders of Xuanming led over the horses and helped her mount them before she rode off.

The three horses clattered down the mountain.

As Zhao Min and the other two rounded the hillside, a man emerged from behind a large tree on their left. It was Qian Erbai, one of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Archery. He drew his iron bow, nocked a long arrow, and said loudly, "My master sends his regards to Master Zhang, a letter for your perusal." With that,

he shot the arrow.

Zhang Wuji caught it with his left hand. He noticed that the arrow had no arrowhead, but a letter was tied to the shaft.

Zhang Wuji untied the envelope and saw it addressed to "Master Zhang." Opening it, he found a plain sheet of paper with several lines of delicate calligraphy: "The golden box contains a hidden elixir, long preserved in its inner lining. The hollow pearl flower contains a prescription. These two items have long been presented to you, so why worry so much? But these are mere trifles, not worth your attention. They were given to servants and left to gather dust; how could this lowly concubine possibly desire them?"

Zhang Wuji knew this was Zhao Min's tender affection for him. He read the note three times, feeling a mixture of surprise, joy, and shame. He quickly examined the pearl flower, trying to rotate each pearl. One pearl spun, and he unscrewed it. Inside the hollow golden flower stem was a scroll of white material.

Zhang Wuji took out a golden needle from his robes and used it to pry open the scroll. It was a thin sheet of paper, on which were written the seven poisonous insects and seven poisonous flowers, along with the antidote for poisoning.

In truth, he only needed to know the names of the Seven Insects and Seven Flowers; he didn't need anyone else to guide him on how to cure the poison. Seeing that the antidote was flawless, he knew it wasn't Zhao Min playing tricks. Overjoyed, he rushed into the inner courtyard and prepared the medicine accordingly.

Sure enough, in just over an hour, the poison's effects on Yu and Yin were greatly reduced; the numbness and itching gradually subsided, and the iridescent light before their eyes disappeared. He then retrieved the gold box Zhao Min had given him, carefully examining it. Finally, he discovered the hidden compartment, filled with black ointment, yet its aroma was fragrant and cool.

This time, he dared not be reckless. He found a dog, broke one of its hind legs, applied some ointment to the wound, and waited until the dog was energetic and showed no signs of poisoning, and its wound had greatly improved. Only then did he allow Yin Liting to be carried to Yu Dai for treatment!

Zhang Wuji had been busy all day and didn't return to his room to rest until almost midnight. At this time, Xiao Zhao brought hot water to serve Zhang Wuji a bath…

“Young Master, please take a bath!” Xiao Zhao said.

"Xiao Zhao, why don't we do it together?" Zhang Wuji said with a lewd grin.

"This...this isn't appropriate! This isn't Bright Peak, the Wudang disciples might hear us!" Xiao Zhao shyly pushed him away, saying, "I can wash by myself!"

"Then you go first, and I'll come after you're done!" Zhang Wuji said with a smile.

Xiao Zhao couldn't refuse Zhang Wuji's insistence, so she went into the bathroom alone.

Watching her charmingly enter the bathroom, Zhang Wuji felt his mouth go dry. Xiao Zhao seemed innocent and sweet, but inwardly she was alluring and captivating; seemingly petite and delicate, her body was mature and voluptuous; to outsiders she appeared innocent and cute, but when they were together, she was incredibly sexy and beautiful.

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji was completely captivated! After handling some official documents for the Ming Cult, when Xiao Zhao emerged from her bath, he couldn't help but marvel once again at the captivating beauty of this young girl: slender willow-leaf eyebrows, clear eyes, a straight and elegant nose, delicate cherry lips, and smooth, fragrant cheeks—all perfectly combined on her pure and ethereal face, complemented by an irresistible charm; her long, flowing black hair was now tied into a lively ponytail, further accentuating her graceful and alluring figure; a black silk nightgown draped over her slender body, perfectly outlining her delicate, long, and graceful curves; her snow-white, milky-smooth skin possessed such a strong allure, especially her almost fully exposed long legs, crystal clear and radiant like the moon, leaving Zhang Wuji completely mesmerized. She was truly a stunningly beautiful and elegant young woman!

Xiao Zhao, dressed in a black silk nightgown, had her snow-white, delicate skin accentuated. Her hair was damp, and water droplets glistened on her snow-white skin. Her shapely, rounded thighs and full breasts, surprisingly without a bra, revealed two budding nipples.

Zhang Wuji gently pulled her onto his lap, cupped her blushing face, and whispered, "Fair as snow, delicate as jade, beautiful as a flower, with features like a painting, truly worthy of being my beloved Xiao Zhao!"

Xiao Zhao was both shy and delighted, her heart overflowing with joy. Her beautiful eyes blinked as she looked at her beloved Zhang Wuji, and she couldn't help but passionately kiss him, their lips entwined in a passionate, wet kiss.

"Xiao Zhao, shall I go take a bath first?"

"Young master, I love the scent of you..." Xiao Zhao said shyly, her appearance incredibly alluring.

Zhang Wuji gently kissed her eyebrows, her delicate nose, her cherry lips, her earlobes, and her fair neck. The girl's white skin, her tenderness, her fragrance, and her graceful movements moved him even more. His hands caressed her jade-like back and slender waist, and he even kissed her soft breasts through her nightgown, feeling the softness of her nipples.

Xiao Zhao gasped and moaned, feeling the world spinning and her body and mind soaring. She shyly watched her lover take off his nightgown, caressing and kneading her newly peeled penis and smooth, flat abdomen. Good heavens, he stared intently at her exquisitely beautiful face. Her eyebrows were arched, her eyes bright, her cheeks like fresh lychees, her nose like goose fat, her cherry lips slightly parted, revealing pearly teeth, her fine black hair cascading over her shoulders, and her bright, watery eyes sparkling with a shy yet seemingly joyful light, radiating a pure and elegant temperament.

A faint light shimmered, and a captivating, jade-carved body lay sprawled on the ground, its curves exquisite, its skin translucent, smooth, and supple, seemingly fragile enough to break at a touch! Xiao Zhao gasped and moaned, her body weak and powerless, watching her beloved undress, revealing his well-built muscles.

Xiao Zhao was both ashamed and afraid: "Young Master, please be gentle!" She shyly closed her eyes, awaiting the arrival of her blissful moment.

"Ah..." Although it wasn't the first time, Xiao Zhao could still feel the initial throbbing pain of Zhang Wuji's massive member entering her. She clung tightly to his broad back and waist, clumsily and unknowingly responding to his advances. She gasped, moaned, trembled, and convulsed, soaring in the sky of love.

Chapter 83 The Wudang Wedding

The Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment was indeed miraculously effective; soon after, Yin Liting's hands regained their mobility. It seemed that in the future, not only would his limbs move freely, but his martial arts would also not be greatly diminished. However, Yu Daiyan had been crippled for a long time, and it was impossible for him to fully recover. But judging from the speed of his recovery, in half a year, he should be able to use two crutches under his armpits to walk slowly. Although he would still be crippled, he would no longer be a completely immobile cripple.

Zhang Wuji's delay on Wudang Mountain allowed the Five Elements Banner troops he had sent out to return one after another, bringing back astonishing news. None of the members of the Emei, Huashan, Kongtong, and Kunlun sects who had gone on the expedition to Bright Peak had returned to their respective sects. The martial arts world was in an uproar, with everyone saying that the Demonic Cult was powerful enough to annihilate all the masters from the six major sects who had gone to the Western Regions in one fell swoop, and then attack and destroy the other sects separately. The sudden disappearance of the Shaolin monks had caused an unprecedented uproar in the martial arts world. Fortunately, the deputy flag bearers of the Five Elements Banners all carried the Wudang Sect's credentials given to them by Zhang Sanfeng and did not reveal their identities; otherwise, they would have already been utterly defeated by the various sects. The deputy flag bearers reported that at this moment, all the sects, gangs, escort agencies, mountain strongholds, shipping guilds, docks, and so on in the martial world were on high alert, fearing a large-scale attack from the Ming Cult.

Several days later, Yin Tianzheng and his son Yin Yewang returned to Wudang, reporting that the Heavenly Eagle Banner had been fully reorganized and was now entirely under the Ming Cult's control. They also said that heroes had risen up in the southeast, and anti-Yuan righteous armies were emerging one after another, plunging the world into chaos. At that time, the Yuan army was still extremely strong, and the rebels fought independently without any coordination or communication, so they were all quickly suppressed.

That evening, Zhang Sanfeng hosted a vegetarian feast in the back hall to welcome Yin Tianzheng and his son.

During the banquet, Yin Tianzheng recounted the reasons for the failures of uprisings in various places. In every uprising, disciples of the Ming Cult and the Heavenly Eagle Cult participated, and many were captured or killed by the Yuan army, resulting in numerous martyrs. Upon hearing this, the assembled heroes all sighed with regret.

Yang Xiao said, “The people of the world are suffering greatly, and their hearts yearn for change. This is the perfect opportunity to drive out

the Tartars and reclaim our land. In the past, when Master Yang was alive, he thought of restoration day and night. However, our sect has always acted radically, and for a hundred years, we have been entangled in feuds with various sects of the Central Plains martial arts world, making it difficult to join forces against the enemy. Fortunately, Master Zhang is in charge of the sect's affairs, and the feuds with various sects are gradually being resolved. We can now work together to fight against the barbarians.

” Zhou Dian said, “Left Envoy Yang, what you say sounds good. Unfortunately, it’s all nonsense, almost like farting.”

Yang Xiao was not angry and said, “I still need Brother Zhou’s guidance.”

Zhou Dian said, “Everyone in the martial arts world says that our Ming Cult has killed all the masters of the six major sects. Everyone hates the Ming Cult to the bone when they hear the name ‘Ming Cult.’ Saying ‘work together to fight against the barbarians’ is all nonsense!”

Yang Xiao said, “Although we are burdened with this bad reputation, the truth will eventually come to light. Besides, Master Zhang can be a testament to this.” Zhou Dian laughed, "

If we really killed Song Yuanqiao and the old nun Miejue, wouldn't Master Zhang be kept in the dark? How can we be sure?"

The Iron-Crowned Taoist shouted, "Zhou Dian, don't talk nonsense in front of Master Zhang and the leader!"

Zhou Dian stuck out his tongue but remained silent.

After much discussion, Zhang Wuji thought that although he had become the leader and proposed resisting the Mongols, the Ming Cult was still fighting independently, thus remaining a disorganized mess and unable to achieve any real power. Moreover, it would be easily defeated piecemeal by the Mongols! Zhang Wuji thought that the reason the Communist Party was able to defeat the Kuomintang's American equipment with millet and rifles was because of strategy and absolute unity. Back then, the Party branch was established at the company level, signifying absolute leadership over the troops. The current branches and hall masters of the Ming Cult were actually similar to the Red Army in the past... Like the establishment of base areas in various places, the lack of a unified central command ultimately led to failure. However, after arriving in Yan'an, the rectification movement unified thinking and combat strategies, followed by successive victories. Therefore, although he had become the leader of the Ming Cult, only those at the main headquarters knew his position, and only the disciples at the main headquarters knew

his policies and strategies. He had no way to make his subordinates think like him. To lead the heroes, he had to make everyone know him and clearly unify their thinking. Zhang Wuji immediately said, "Right now, the various branches and leaders are fighting independently, making them easy targets for the Mongols to defeat one by one! We must unify everyone's thinking and get everyone to act in unison. I would like to convene a meeting of all the leaders. What do you all think?"

The heroes all said, "Very well. Waiting idly on Wudang Mountain is not a solution."

Yang Xiao said, "Leader, where do you think would be the best place to meet?"

Zhang Wuji pondered for a moment, then said, "As the leader of the Ming Cult, I often think of the kindness shown to two figures in our cult. One is Mr. Hu Qingniu, the Physician of Butterfly Valley, who has already died at the hands of Granny Jin Hua. The other is Brother Chang Yuchun, whose whereabouts I wonder. I think this grand assembly of our cult should be held in Butterfly Valley in Huaibei."

Actually, Zhang Wuji wanted to visit Butterfly Valley, as it was one of the most important places in the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, and it would be a pity if he didn't go.

The assembled heroes had no objections and agreed that in the Mid-Autumn Festival of August, more than five months later,

all the leaders of the Ming Cult would gather at Hu Qingniu's former residence in Butterfly Valley, Huaibei. The next morning, messengers from the Five Elements Flag and the Heavenly Eagle Flag departed separately from Wudang Mountain, conveying the leader's order: all members of the cult, except those who left their deputies to manage local affairs, should arrive at Butterfly Valley in Huaibei before the Mid-Autumn Festival to pay their respects to the new leader.

Wei Yixiao, Peng Yingyu, Shuobude, and the others continued their wanderings, searching for the whereabouts of Zhao Min and her companions.

At that time, the Mid-Autumn Festival was still far off. Zhang Wuji, seeing that Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting were not yet fully recovered, stayed at Wudang Mountain to care for

them. However, his main purpose was to learn Tai Chi Chuan and swordsmanship from Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng greatly favored Zhang Wuji, and thus, without reservation, imparted all his knowledge and martial arts insights to him.

Zhang Wuji stayed at Wudang Mountain for over three months, not only learning Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts but also indulging in nightly revelry with Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui. Unexpectedly, after their nightly labors, Yang Buhui became pregnant!

Xiao Zhao fared slightly better, being relatively more fertile and knowing some methods of contraception, so she did not become pregnant.

Yang Xiao, knowing of Yang Buhui's pregnancy, was somewhat displeased, knowing that Yang Buhui was ultimately unmarried, which was truly embarrassing.

Knowing Yang Xiao's thoughts, Zhang Wuji consulted him, proposing a wedding ceremony for Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao on Wudang Mountain. Yang Xiao was overjoyed, and Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao were even more delighted. Zhang Wuji explained that Wudang Mountain, unlike Bright Peak, wasn't suitable for a grand wedding banquet; a symbolic ceremony with a few tables would suffice. A more elaborate ceremony could be held later, once the world was at peace.

Yang Xiao had no objections. In his view, as long as there was a wedding ceremony and Zhang Sanfeng as witness, the rest were unnecessary formalities, and a banquet was acceptable.

Seeing Yang Xiao's agreement, Zhang Wuji immediately ordered people to go down the mountain to prepare wedding items and decorate the bridal chamber. Wudang Mountain hadn't had a celebration in a long time. Years ago, when Zhang Sanfeng celebrated his birthday, Zhang Cuishan and his wife returned to offer their congratulations, resulting in one of the most tragic bloodshed incidents in martial arts history… Since then, Wudang Mountain hadn't held a wedding banquet for many years. Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed to hear that Zhang Wuji was going to marry Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao. Although he hadn't invited the entire martial arts world, there were still over a hundred disciples from Wudang Mountain and the Ming Cult who remained there, and everyone was determined to celebrate!

Although Zhang Wuji's decision to marry Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao was made very quickly, the simple arrangements didn't mean it wasn't grand. Wudang Mountain was filled with jubilation, and all the servants had been busy preparing for the wedding. The wedding preparations only lasted two days, but everyone who knew about Zhang Wuji's marriage, even those who couldn't attend, sent a generous gift as a congratulatory gesture.

Yang Xiao was overjoyed and personally wrote a couplet: "Intertwined branches form an intertwined marriage; twin lotus blossoms open in a twin-flower union."

The horizontal scroll read: "A Hundred Years of Harmony."

Seeing Yang Xiao's happiness, Zhang Sanfeng was also inspired and wrote a couplet: "Lotus blossoms open in pairs, auspicious signs for five generations; autumn waters and silver halls, mandarin ducks flying wing to wing; lower line: heavenly winds and jade palaces, phoenixes singing in harmony; seas dry up and rocks crumble, hearts forever united." The horizontal scroll read: "Eternal Union."

Both Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Xiao wrote inscriptions to congratulate them, and the banquet was set up with more than thirty tables. Although there weren't many people, it was exceptionally joyous.

At this time, inside the Wudang Hall,

Zhang Sanfeng, Yin Tianzheng, and Yang Xiao sat on the high platform, receiving the newlyweds' greetings.

At the master of ceremonies' announcement: "Bride and groom, please take your seats!"

Zhang Wuji, Yang Buhui, and Xiao Zhao were led out by the officiant. When the crowd saw the bride and groom emerge, they all clapped their hands.

The master of ceremonies then announced loudly: "Raise the cannons!" Suddenly, firecrackers went off outside.

"Official, offer incense!" At this moment, the Iron-Crowned Taoist, acting as the officiant, immediately stepped forward, lit three incense sticks, and handed them to Yang Xiao, who elegantly offered them.

The master of ceremonies then said, "Present the wine cup."

The Iron-Crowned Taoist then took a wine cup and handed it to Yang Xiao, who bowed respectfully, and a servant took it and placed it on the table.

The master of ceremonies then said, "Read the blessing."

Yang Xiao then took out a roll of red paper from his sleeve, which he had drafted himself that morning; as Yang Xiao was marrying off his daughter, he couldn't be careless. Everything was done meticulously and according to procedure. Yang Xiao stood up and recited the blessing aloud, then knelt and bowed along with the others at the incense table in the hall. After

the ceremony, the master of ceremonies announced loudly, "The bride and groom kneel and bow to Heaven and Earth. First bow to Heaven and Earth."

Zhang Wuji, Yang Buhui, and Xiao Zhao knelt and bowed together to the deities enshrined in the front hall.

Then, the master of ceremonies announced loudly, "Second bow to the parents."

Zhang Wuji, accompanied by Yang Buhui, presented the wedding gifts to Zhang Sanfeng, Yang Xiao, and Yin Tianzheng. When the master of ceremonies announced, "Husband and wife bow to each other! "

Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "This endless ritual should finally end." Although he disliked these formalities, it was a matter of respect for Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao, as well as for Zhang Sanfeng, Yang Xiao, and Yin Tianzheng. Nothing could be done carelessly, and he couldn't afford to be a laughingstock in the martial arts world. Therefore, everything proceeded with meticulous order, which was quite a challenge for the usually carefree Zhang Wuji.

After Zhang Wuji and the bride, Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao, performed the bows, the master of ceremonies announced again, "Send the bride and groom to the bridal chamber."

Yang Buhui, Xiao Zhao, and Zhang Wuji then followed the servants back to their bridal chamber.

Just as they returned, Zhang Wuji reached out to take the bride's veil, when a servant ran in from outside, saying, "Master, Master Zhang has instructed you to go to the front hall to drink with everyone first!"

Zhang Wuji hesitated for a moment, and Yang Buhui said gently, "Go ahead, and come back soon!" Zhang

Wuji nodded and walked towards the hall.

The banquet was underway, and everyone found it strange that the bride and groom were nowhere to be seen. Just as someone was about to shout, they saw Zhang Wuji walking towards them in his groom's attire.

"Wow! Groom, we've been waiting for you! We thought you were already in your wedding night!" Zhou Dian greeted Zhang Wuji.

"Yes, why didn't you bring the bride?"

Zhang Wuji ignored them and said, "Nonsense! There are hundreds of you here. If I brought the bride, would we still be able to consummate our marriage tonight?"

"So the groom is eager to consummate the marriage. Here, three cups as punishment!" Zhou Dian stood up and said.

Zhang Wuji said, "Why?"

Zhou Dian smiled and said, "Because you've forgotten your friends for the sake of beauty!"

Zhang Wuji said angrily, "I'll accept these three cups, but you all better watch out when you get married in the future." "

With that, he gulped down three cups.

Amidst everyone's congratulations, Zhang Wuji began to display his extraordinary abilities, actually knocking out everyone who was toasting him—or rather, getting everyone present drunk.

Zhang Wuji was indeed skilled; while everyone else was passed out, he could still stand independently. This was all thanks to the power of the Nine Yang Divine Skill; he had forced the alcohol out of his body!

Since everyone was happy, Zhang Sanfeng and Yang Xiao joined in! Yang Xiao knew that Yang Buhui was pregnant, so the so-called wedding night was just a formality, and there was no need to worry too much about Zhang Wuji getting drunk."

The curtain fell amidst a clamor, and Zhang Wuji had actually managed to find Yang Buhui's bridal chamber.

At the door, maids greeted him in unison, "Wishing the Master and Madam a speedy birth of a son!"

Zhang Wuji gave them a tip, and the maids smiled and thanked him before leaving. Zhang Wuji was indeed drunk. He opened the door and strode inside. A warm, sweet fragrance wafted out, instantly stirring his heart.

He saw Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui sitting gracefully inside. As Zhang Wuji lifted their veils and offered them the nuptial wine, a wave of emotion washed over him. He had fulfilled his duty to Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao, but what about the women of Cuigu?

Zhang Wuji resolved to repay and honor the women of Cuigu. As happiness arrived, Zhang Wuji felt that impulsive passion ignite within him, setting every cell in his body ablaze.

The wedding night, indeed, was one of life's greatest joys.

Zhang Wuji was incredibly excited at the thought of countless wedding nights he would have in the future… This was the most exhilarating and joyful thing for him since his transmigration.

Chapter 84 Wedding Night

Inside Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui's bridal chamber…

The moon had already shyly lowered its head, and the clouds gently veiled its bright light.

At this moment, the room was filled with the warmth of spring, and the sounds of moaning could be heard incessantly.

Looking through the bright red candlelight, Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui lay on the bed, while Zhang Wuji knelt on either side of their bodies, playing with them to his heart's content, each using their own unique techniques .

Xiao Zhao was so aroused by Zhang Wuji that her eyes were glazed over, her lips slightly parted, and she lifted her chest in pleasure, accompanied by intermittent tremors.

Yang Buhui was no better off; her delicate face was flushed, revealing a passionate and seductive demeanor.

Her beautifully curved body also turned a rosy pink, radiating a sensual glow.

"Xiao Zhao, you're wet down there again," Zhang Wuji said smugly.

"Husband, isn't that all your doing?"

"Exactly, no one could stand this kind of torment!"

Zhang Wuji laughed heartily and said, "My two ladies, it's my turn to perform!" At Zhang Wuji's suggestion, Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao entwined themselves tightly on the brocade couch.

Yang Buhui was in front, Xiao Zhao behind, and Zhang Wuji was the sovereign reigning supreme.

With a whimper, Xiao Zhao's body jolted violently as Zhang Wuji entered her heavily from behind.

Xiao Zhao shuddered under Zhang Wuji's thrusts, whimpering continuously. Under Zhang Wuji's tireless thrusts, every sensation in her body seemed to open up, filling her with an unprecedented pleasure. Stimulated by this pleasure, Xiao Zhao clung tightly to Zhang Wuji, panting heavily.

Yang Buhui, standing to the side, had a flushed face and her beautiful eyes were watery. She would glance at Zhang Wuji from time to time, a strange and lewd smile playing on her lips. Her beautiful body swayed flexibly, and she kept emitting seductive moans.

"Ah ah ah..." Xiao Zhao whimpered incessantly, her voice like a sob, which made Zhang Wuji's blood boil even more, and he moved even more vigorously, feeling that today's sex was incomparably stimulating and pleasurable.

When Xiao Zhao was completely limp, Zhang Wuji couldn't wait to get out of her body and take the opportunity to enter Yang Buhui's body. Because Yang Buhui was pregnant, Zhang Wuji dared not be too forceful, and entered and exited gently and slowly.

"Hoo... comfortable, isn't it?" Yang Buhui breathed heavily, and seeing Zhang Wuji's vigorous movements, she was also unusually excited, and her slender waist swayed at an amazing speed. She and Xiao Zhao were pressed tightly together with almost no gap, and with each twist, honey-like fluids splattered out. The three bodies intertwined, forming a breathtakingly erotic scene.

As Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui's movements quickened, Xiao Zhao, sandwiched between them, grew increasingly excited, her breathing becoming faster and faster. Her body swayed unconsciously like a leaf in the wind, her muscles tense, her skin turning a cherry red, her head shaking wildly from side to side.

Caught between Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui, Xiao Zhao's soul seemed to float to the clouds, unable to feel anything but intense pleasure.

The three embraced tightly, panting, kissing passionately—one moment Yang Buhui kissing Xiao Zhao, the next Zhang Wuji kissing Yang Buhui, then back to Zhang Wuji kissing Xiao Zhao.

Under the intense embrace of Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui, and fueled by overwhelming pleasure, Xiao Zhao had descended into a state of frenzy. Her buttocks heaved, her body twisting and turning like a snake, until suddenly she cried out loudly.

Zhang Wuji sealed her lips with his, causing Xiao Zhao to writhe in agony.

"Mmm...mmm," Xiao Zhao gasped, her body twisting rapidly.

Driven by lust, Zhang Wuji was wildly excited. He held Xiao Zhao tightly, thrusting upwards, lifting her lower body off the bed, and then plunging in hard. With a loud "bang!", the intense impact made Xiao Zhao scream and whimper with pleasure. The

"bang bang!" sounds continued as Zhang Wuji moved even more forcefully. Xiao Zhao bit her lower lip desperately, trying to suppress her cries, but her back was already arched like a shrimp.

Zhang Wuji's speed increased, and Xiao Zhao writhed wantonly, babbling incoherently with pleasure, her sobs growing louder and louder...

"Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to cum..." Xiao Zhao sobbed incessantly, a torrent of pleasure surging forth...

Zhang Wuji released Xiao Zhao, who had just climaxed, and swiftly entered Yang Buhui's body. "Ah..." Yang Buhui gasped, her sobs mingling with the "plop" sounds of thrusting and the wet, sensual slurring of friction...

After over a thousand rounds

, suddenly, Yang Buhui screamed, "Ah... Husband..." She leaned forward and kissed Zhang Wuji tightly, her hands clinging desperately to his body.

Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui clung tightly to each other, their bodies convulsing and arching stiffly together…

Both erupted simultaneously… Yang Buhui showered Zhang Wuji with kisses: “Husband, you’re so good, so good…”

After several rounds of passionate lovemaking, the three of them reached the climax of their union each time, Zhang Wuji bringing them to the heights of sexual ecstasy. The two women transformed from gentle, beautiful, and innocent girls into alluring and captivating beauties.

Because Zhang Wuji was naturally endowed with stamina, he relentlessly and forcefully penetrated their defenses, driving them to their climax. Towards the end, the two women could only moan softly, enduring the pain and yielding to his pleasure.

After the passion subsided, it was nearly four in the morning. The two women clung to Zhang Wuji like octopuses, shyly embracing him—the man who would accompany them for life, the man who would bring them lifelong happiness.

Zhang Wuji, however, remained perfectly lucid. He experienced a pleasure he had never known before with the two women, a thrill and excitement he couldn't forget—a pleasure beyond words.

Zhang Wuji sighed deeply, never expecting this unconventional form of sex to be so stimulating. He couldn't help but think that he should enjoy this kind of life more often in the future.

Lost in a sweet fantasy, Zhang Wuji embraced the two women and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Wuji awoke to a room filled with a rich, lingering fragrance. Looking at the soiled bedding, he saw that Xiao Zhao was no longer in bed. Instead, he saw Yang Buhui's stunningly beautiful face, her naked, jade-like body, full and supple, her waist slender yet strong; her breasts full and firm, swollen and plump, their pink flesh shimmering. Recalling the enchanting night before, Yang Buhui's peach-blossom cheeks and pink neck, moistened by the dew, exuded an alluring charm.

Zhang Wuji gently stroked Yang Buhui's delicate face, but Yang Buhui suddenly opened her eyes and saw him staring intently at her. She couldn't help but pout and say, "You big pervert, haven't you seen enough?"

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "Sister Buhui, you're even more beautiful now."

Yang Buhui gazed at her husband with tender affection. Zhang Wuji was indeed handsome and dashing, a truly impeccable man. Naked and with his large, strong frame, he made her heart flutter with unease, her desire ignited. Under Zhang Wuji's gaze, Yang Buhui felt waves of emotion surge within her. Her face flushed with shyness, and her legs trembled. At this moment, her shy and uneasy demeanor, her alluring charm, and her captivating allure were like a beautiful flower, dazzling and captivating.

Although Yang Buhui was deeply moved, she retorted coquettishly, "Sweet talk, huh? I'm afraid you'll forget about me by the time you meet other beauties!" Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Wuji chuckled and pulled her closer, lowering his head to kiss her.

Held tightly in his arms, Yang Buhui's body couldn't resist the temptation. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting out soft moans, her eyes closed, lost in Zhang Wuji's tenderness.

Yang Buhui's alluring body writhed, her seductive eyes shimmering with captivating allure. Zhang Wuji felt his burning desire rise again, so he pulled her close, whispering, "Sister Buhui, I want you again!"

"No! It's exhausting," Yang Buhui complained playfully.

Zhang Wuji chuckled, "How can you experience ecstasy without exhaustion?" He then pulled her onto the bed, ready to begin immediately.

Yang Buhui struggled for a moment, then said softly, "Good husband, let me rest for a bit, okay? I really can't go on anymore. Or, should I call Xiao Zhao in to keep you company?"

Zhang Wuji mischievously chuckled, "No, I want you!"

Yang Buhui's eyes were half-closed with desire as she said coquettishly, "Tell me what's so good about me, and I'll give myself to you!"

"That's easy, let me tell you." Zhang Wuji immediately read aloud, "Not only is your skin fine and white, but your breasts are also large and firm, and your buttocks are elastic and sway, especially your waist, which is so slender that holding it makes me feel like I completely possess you."

"What breasts and buttocks! That's awful!" Yang Buhui immediately said coquettishly.

"These are my heartfelt words, is that not allowed?" Zhang Wuji asked, taken aback.

Yang Buhui said sweetly, "Of course not, let's start again."

Zhang Wuji cleared his throat, thought for a moment, and then said, "Your jade-white body, as white as mutton fat, is like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, so vibrant, so fragrant. You are an unparalleled beauty, like a fairy descended to earth, full of celestial and otherworldly temperament. Your shapely and slender legs are perfectly proportioned, neither too much nor too little, truly exquisite.

Your waist is slender, your breasts are high and firm, standing gracefully. Your smooth and flawless skin is unadorned, yet it shines brightly, dazzling and captivating. Your red lips and white teeth, your bright eyes are full of affection. And..."

As Zhang Wuji spoke, one hand embraced Yang Buhui's waist, while the other wandered over her snow-white back and buttocks.

"And what else?" Hearing Zhang Wuji's incredibly long praise, Yang Buhui was dizzy and overwhelmed, eagerly asking for the rest of the praise.

Zhang Wuji chuckled smugly and said, "The most alluring thing is deep within those jade legs, the peach blossom spring beneath the dense thicket, so hot and tight, like it's biting, making me feel so uncomfortable..."

"Ah!! You're so naughty!!" Upon hearing this, Yang Buhui blushed and rolled over, grabbing Zhang Wuji and unleashing a flurry of playful punches—though it was just a sweet, coquettish display of affection.

Amidst Yang Buhui's flurry of punches, suddenly, Zhang Wuji somersaulted, grabbing Yang Buhui's back and lifting her legs high, straightening his back, and then thrusting down.

"Ah..." Yang Buhui let out a breathtaking scream.

Then, under the morning sun, Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui began a new round of "battle"!!

The sun was already high in the sky, and the melodious birdsong once again startled Zhang Wuji from his sweet dream. The sunlight was so bright it made his eyelids red, and it took him a while to open his eyes under the bright sunlight.

Zhang Wuji, slowly waking, looked at Yang Buhui sleeping soundly beside him, and felt a sweet warmth in his heart. The maids had knocked on the door several times. Zhang Wuji dressed and got up, opening the door to find Xiao Zhao and the maids bringing hot water for him and Yang Buhui to bathe in.

After the maids filled the bath, Zhang Wuji lifted Yang Buhui from the bed. Seeing her still asleep, he couldn't help but sigh; how could his precious daughter withstand two nights of passion?

Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui entered the bathroom together. Yang Buhui gradually woke up, startled to see Zhang Wuji holding her. She said shyly, "Husband…did you carry me here?"

Zhang Wuji chuckled, "Is there anyone else here?"

"Where are Xiao Zhao and the others?" Yang Buhui asked.

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "They just left."

Yang Buhui said coquettishly, "Then when you carried me in, didn't they see me?"

Zhang Wuji said, "So what if they saw? We're husband and wife now. Isn't this normal between husband and wife?"

Yang Buhui said sweetly, "Then you can let them serve me. Why do you have to do it yourself..."

"How can I? You are my darling, and besides, I made you so rough last night, it must have hurt a lot. It's my duty to help you bathe, and I'll apply medicine for you later!" Zhang Wuji said sincerely. Hearing

Zhang Wuji say this, Yang Buhui suddenly felt a burning sensation in her lower body, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

After Zhang Wuji accompanied Yang Buhui through a proper bath, the maids changed the bedding. Zhang Wuji placed Yang Buhui on the bed, and because of the pain in her lower body, Yang Buhui felt very uncomfortable.

Zhang Wuji looked at Yang Buhui's fair and jade-like face, which had become rosy and charming after the bath, her complexion radiant. Her graceful figure was flawless, her skin smooth and translucent like jade. Her breasts, as smooth and supple as snow, were proudly erect, full and white, with alluring red nipples like rubies. Her waist was slender, her buttocks round and full, and her legs long and shapely, pressed tightly together without any gap. Below her

smooth, jade-like abdomen, without an ounce of excess fat, lay the alluring triangle. At this moment, due to the excessive activity of the past two days, her genitals were swollen like small buns. Ignoring her protests, Zhang Wuji crushed the medicine for burns and applied it to her injured genitals.

Yang Buhui blushed slightly, her heart racing as she looked at Zhang Wuji's serious expression.

Xiao Zhao entered at an inopportune moment, watching Zhang Wuji apply medicine to Yang Buhui. She said coquettishly, "Young Master, you went too far last night! Sister Buhui is already pregnant, and you were so rough..."

Zhang Wuji chuckled wickedly, "Xiao Zhao, you don't understand. Sister Buhui is a rare treasure—the Jade Vortex Phoenix Sucker. When I entered her body, it felt like a strong attraction, like a child's mouth sucking, or like chewing and gently biting. My treasure felt like it was melting in a fiery cave...

"

"Husband, I'm so embarrassed! Stop talking. It's broad daylight now, and we still need to greet Father in a little while!" Yang Buhui blushed slightly, her face flushed with shyness at Zhang Wuji's frivolous words.

"Go ahead! It's not like you're ashamed to be seen," Zhang Wuji said nonchalantly.

Yang Buhui said coquettishly, "How can I go out like this?"

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "If Sister Buhui can't walk, I'll carry you!"

"Shame on you!" Yang Buhui said coquettishly.

Zhang Wuji said seriously, "It's only natural for a husband to dote on his wife." With that, he actually picked Yang Buhui up and carried her outside.

When Zhang Wuji carried Yang Buhui into the front courtyard, a commotion erupted in the hall. Even Yang Buhui, a fearless and thorny rose, felt a burning sensation on her face.

Zhang Wuji, however, continued to carry Yang Buhui, smiling and bowing to Yang Xiao, saying, "Father! My sister Buhui has difficulty moving around, so I, Wuji, greet you on her behalf."

Yang Xiao was known for his unconventional and rule-breaking behavior, but compared to him, Zhang Wuji was even more unconventional. Therefore, while he nodded with delight, his eyes revealed admiration.

Yang Buhui could only bury her head tightly in Zhang Wuji's arms, at that moment, she was like a docile kitten.

Yang Xiao nodded repeatedly, seemingly very satisfied with his son-in-law, and said, "Wuji, I'm relieved that you can take care of Buhui."

Zhang Wuji said loudly, "Father, don't worry. If Buhui doesn't let me take care of her, I won't stand for it!"

Yang Xiao nodded repeatedly, "That's good!"

Wei Yixiao couldn't help but say, "Master, you're being too ostentatious. This is in public..."

Zhang Wuji chuckled and said, "Stop talking nonsense. If you're envious, find a wife to take good care of."

"Go away! You think I, Wei Yixiao, can't find one?" Wei Yixiao retorted, ignoring Zhang Wuji.

At this moment, Yang Buhui didn't want Zhang Wuji to chat too much with Wei Yixiao and the others, so she said coquettishly, "Husband, I'm hungry!"

Zhang Wuji said happily, "Wife, let's go eat right away!"

"Hold me!" Yang Buhui said sweetly. Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Wuji swept Yang Buhui up in his arms and said to the crowd, "Everyone, I'll take my leave!"

Yang Buhui held Zhang Wuji tightly, her charming smile radiating happiness to everyone present. Looking at Yang Buhui's alluring appearance, and recalling her captivating charm from the previous night, a surge of heat welled up within Zhang Wuji. He wrapped his arms around Yang Buhui's delicate body, and she let out a soft sigh, her slender arms encircling his neck…

Three people sat at the table: Zhang Wuji, Yang Buhui, and Xiao Zhao. The meal included

lotus seed and white fungus porridge, delicate pastries, and some nourishing soups.

Xiao Zhao served Yang Buhui a bowl of lotus seed and white fungus porridge, smiling gently, "This is my cooking, please try it, sister!"

Yang Buhui took a sip; it was smooth and silky, perfectly cooked at the right temperature, and even better than what she had eaten at Xiangmanlou. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Xiao Zhao, what excellent cooking! It seems we're in for a treat!" Nodding, she lowered her head and took another sip.

Xiao Zhao, delighted by Yang Buhui's praise, beamed and said happily, "If you like it, sister, I'll make it every day!"

Zhang Wuji was also very hungry, but with Yang Buhui sitting on his lap, he couldn't eat. So he loudly "protested," "Xiao Zhao, I want to try it too!"

"Husband, how can you eat like this?" Xiao Zhao teased.

Yang Buhui chuckled and said, "That's easy, watch me." Yang Buhui took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of lotus seed and white fungus porridge. Zhang Wuji, thinking she was going to feed him, opened his mouth.

Unexpectedly, Yang Buhui chuckled and fed herself the porridge. Zhang Wuji, thinking she was deliberately teasing him, protested vehemently, "You, Yang Buhui, deliberately teasing me... um..." Before he could finish, Yang Buhui's small mouth covered his, and he felt a fragrant clump of food being pushed into his mouth. Zhang Wuji suddenly understood; she was trying to feed him this way. How erotic!

"Husband, now it's your turn to feed me." Yang Buhui scooped up a spoonful of food and fed it directly to Zhang Wuji, her small mouth slightly upturned, waiting for him to feed her.

When had Zhang Wuji ever tasted such an erotic breakfast? When Yang Buhui was fierce, she was indeed unbearable for most people, but when she acted coquettishly, she was just as captivating. Thinking this to himself, Zhang Wuji's mouth involuntarily met hers, feeding her the lotus seed and white fungus porridge.

Xiao Zhao, blushing deeply, couldn't help but tease, "Hehe, you two are sweeter than any newlywed couple in the world."

"Xiao Zhao, are you jealous? Come on, feed your husband a couple of bites too," Yang Buhui said smugly and generously.

"Sister Buhui, you're feeding yourself perfectly well, why drag me into it?" Xiao Zhao blushed deeply, shyly refusing to agree.

Seeing Xiao Zhao's girlish shyness, Zhang Wuji's heart fluttered slightly. He said with a lewd grin, "Xiao Zhao, I really want you to feed me. Maybe the porridge you make will taste different from what I've tasted!"

Xiao Zhao gave Zhang Wuji a shy glance, then bashfully took a mouthful of lotus seed and white fungus porridge, closing her beautiful eyes as she leaned in to kiss him.

Hey, Xiao Zhao is actually quite adorable when she's shy. If Zhang Wuji hadn't adjusted his mouth position, Xiao Zhao might have kissed his chin.

The beginning is always the hardest. After feeding Zhang Wuji a couple of bites, Xiao Zhao became less shy and quickly joined in. She, Yang Buhui, and Xiao Zhao took turns feeding Zhang Wuji, one bite for each of them. Of course, Zhang Wuji would also take turns feeding them. After the meal, Zhang Wuji was aroused by the two women's seductive charms and his burning desire. "Wife, I want you!"

Yang Buhui, who was closely joined with Zhang Wuji, naturally felt his magnificence and whispered in his ear, "Husband, you're so naughty!"

Xiao Zhao also gave Zhang Wuji a coquettish look and whispered, "Husband, you and Buhui should go back to your room first. I can't take it anymore."

Zhang Wuji reached out and grabbed Xiao Zhao's full breasts, teasingly saying, "Xiao Zhao, you want to run away? Don't even think about it!"

"Ah? Husband, I really can't take it anymore!" Xiao Zhao said shyly, lowering her head.

Yang Buhui giggled and said, "Xiao Zhao, look at our husband's lecherous nature. Do you think he'd let any opportunity to be intimate with us slip by?"

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Sister Buhui, you guessed wrong this time. You and Xiao Zhao have just lost your virginity, so you both need to rest. We'll go out for a stroll at noon, and I'll feed you properly tonight." Feed you

with what? Of course, with his semen.

"You rascal, can you stand it if you don't come?" Yang Buhui said coquettishly, biting Zhang Wuji's ear. Zhang Wuji reached out and gently patted her round buttocks, laughing and scolding, "You think I'm a stud?" "

What's a stud?" Yang Buhui asked blankly.

Zhang Wuji said, "The kind of horse used for breeding? It's said a skilled stallion can breed with more than ten mares a day..."

Yang Buhui retorted coquettishly, "You're not just a Dumas, you're a super Dumas!"

Zhang Wuji reached into her soft embrace, touching her fragrant breasts, and said with a wicked smile, "Since you say so, Buhui, your husband won't be so gentle anymore. Don't blame me for being rough."

"I'm not afraid of you! Two against one!!" Yang Buhui pouted smugly. She didn't know that Zhang Wuji was deliberately teasing her. Actually, when he applied medicine to her genitals earlier that day, he knew her wound hadn't healed. How could he possibly be rough with her now?

When Zhang Wuji's love overflowed, his gentleness could make every woman who loved him feel warm and tender. That endless gentleness was the most lethal weapon to strike a woman's heart.

Zhang Wuji was destined to be a natural beauty nemesis—no, a beauty's destiny.

He wanted to seize power and amass beauties from all over the world; perhaps this was his ultimate goal in life since his transmigration. And now, this was merely the first step on his journey…

Chapter 85: The Butterfly Valley Fairy's

Newlywed Bliss. After several days of blissful marriage, Zhang Wuji came to Yang Xiao's room that afternoon to discuss the upcoming Butterfly Valley assembly and the important matters he needed to report to the followers. Being young and inexperienced, and suddenly entrusted with such a heavy responsibility, he was always filled with trepidation, fearing he might be unable to handle the task and jeopardize the important matters. Yang Xiao, however, was well-versed in the affairs of the sect, so Zhang Wuji wanted him to stay by his side for consultation. After

talking for a while, Zhang Wuji casually picked up a book from Yang Xiao's desk. The cover bore the title "A Record of the Ming Cult's Spread to the Central Plains," with a smaller note below: "Respectfully written by your disciple, Yang Xiao, Left Guardian of the Brightness Sect." Zhang Wuji said, "Left Envoy Yang, you are a man of both literary and martial talents, truly a pillar of our sect."

Yang Xiao thanked him, "Thank you for the praise, Master."

Zhang Wuji opened the book, which contained meticulously written texts in small regular script, drawing on a wide range of sources. The book clearly stated that the Ming Cult originated in Persia, originally named Manichaeism, and was introduced to China in the first year of the Yanzai era of Empress Wu Zetian of the Tang Dynasty. At that time, a Persian named Fuduodan brought the "Three Scriptures" of the Ming Cult to the Tang court, and the Chinese began to study the scriptures of this religion. On the 29th day of the sixth month of the third year of the Dali era of the Tang Dynasty, the Ming Cult temple "Dayun Guangming Temple" was built in Chang'an and Luoyang. Subsequently, Dayun Guangming Temples were built in important towns such as Taiyuan, Jingzhou, Yangzhou, Hongzhou, and Yuezhou. In the third year of the Huichang era, the court ordered the killing of Ming Cult members, and the power of the Ming Cult greatly declined. From then on, the Ming Cult became a forbidden secret society, and was suppressed by the government in every dynasty. To survive, the Ming Cult inevitably acted in secrecy. Eventually, the "Mo" in Manichaeism was changed to "Mo" (meaning "demon"), and the world began to call it the Demonic Cult. Upon reading this, Zhang Wuji sighed and said, "Left Envoy Yang, our cult's original doctrine was to eliminate evil and do good, not much different from Buddhism and Taoism

. Why then has it suffered such brutal slaughter since the Tang Dynasty?" Yang Xiao replied, "While Buddhism claims to save all sentient beings, its monks renounce worldly life and cultivate themselves, detached from worldly affairs. Taoism is similar. Our cult, however, gathers villagers, and no matter who faces danger or hardship, all members lend a helping hand. When has the oppression of good people by the government ever lessened? When has it ever lessened? Whenever someone is unjustly oppressed by the government, our cult will inevitably fight against them."

Zhang Wuji nodded and said... He said, "Only when the imperial court stops oppressing good people, and local tyrants dare not run rampant, will our sect truly prosper."

Yang Xiao slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "The leader's words have precisely revealed the key to our sect's doctrine!"

Zhang Wuji asked, "Left Envoy Yang, do you really think such a day will come?"

Yang Xiao pondered for a long while before saying, "I hope such a day will truly come. When Fang La, the leader of our sect, rose in rebellion during the Song Dynasty, it was merely to deter the government from oppressing good people." He opened the book, pointing to the account of Fang La's uprising in Zhejiang, which shook the world. Zhang Wuji read with rapt attention, then closed the book and said, "A true man should be like that. Although Leader Fang died a martyr, he ultimately accomplished a magnificent feat." The two shared the same sentiment, their blood boiling with fervor.

Yang Xiao continued, “Our sect has been strictly prohibited throughout history, yet it has always stood firm. In the fourth year of the Shaoxing reign of the Southern Song Dynasty, an official named Wang Juzheng submitted a memorial to the emperor concerning our sect. The sect leader may take a look.” He then turned to a section of the book and copied Wang Juzheng's memorial.

Zhang Wuji read in the memorial: “I have observed that in the prefectures and counties of Liangzhe, there is a custom of eating vegetables and worshipping demons. Before Fang La, the laws were relatively lenient, and the custom of worshipping demons was not yet widespread. After Fang La, the laws became increasingly strict, but the worship of demons became increasingly difficult to suppress…”

…I have heard that among those who serve the demons, each village and hamlet has one or two cunning individuals, called demon leaders. They record the surnames and names of all the villagers and form a sworn oath to become the demon's party. Those who serve the demons do not eat meat. When a family is in trouble, all members of the party contribute their strength to provide relief. This is because not eating meat saves money, and savings make it easier to achieve. Those in the party are close to each other, and this closeness leads to mutual assistance, making things easier to accomplish…” Zhang Wuji, reading this, said: “Although Wang Juzheng hates our sect, he also knows that our followers are frugal, simple, and loving.”

He then read the memorial: “…I believe that the late king guided his people to be close, friendly, and helpful to each other. They embraced a simple life, taught frugality, and possessed the ancient, pure and simple customs. Now, the people's leaders, unable to govern in this way, have been exploited by the demon leaders to mislead their party, causing them all to submit to the demons, and thus adding to their evil and harmful doctrines. The people are ignorant and foolish…” "They say that we follow the words of demons and the ways of demons, and that food is readily available and affairs are easily accomplished. Therefore, they believe all the demon's words to be credible and rush to follow them. This is why the stricter the laws are enforced, the more impossible it is to enforce them."

He turned to Yang Xiao and said, "Left Envoy Yang, the phrase 'the stricter the laws are enforced, the more impossible it is to enforce them' is clear proof that our sect is deeply loved by the people. May I borrow this book to read, so that I may learn more about the achievements and teachings of our sect's past sages and worthies?"

Yang Xiao said, "I was just about to ask the sect leader for guidance."

Zhang Wuji put the book away and said, "Uncle Yu and Uncle Yin have recovered greatly from their injuries. We will head to Butterfly Valley tomorrow. What do you think?"

Yang Xiao said, "That would be excellent!" Actually, the Ming Cult disciples had been quite bored on Wudang Mountain these past few days. Now that they heard Zhang Wuji say they could go down the mountain, they were all happier than anyone else!

The next day, Zhang Wuji, along with Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, Yin Yewang, Wei Yixiao, Tieguan Daoren, Zhou Dian, Yang Buhui, Xiao Zhao, and others, bid farewell to Zhang Sanfeng and his disciples and set off for Huaibei.

The Ming Cult group traveled day and night, heading northeast. Along the way, they saw only barren fields and starving people. The coastal provinces, once prosperous and wealthy, were now littered with corpses of the starving, the people's plight reaching its lowest point. The heroes lamented the people's suffering. Yet, they knew that the Mongols' brutality meant their dominance of the Central Plains would be short-lived, presenting a golden opportunity for heroes to rise up in rebellion.

One day, they arrived at Jiepai, not far from Butterfly Valley. Suddenly, they heard shouts of battle ahead; two armies were clashing. The heroes spurred their horses forward, passing through a forest, and saw over a thousand Mongol soldiers flanking a mountain stronghold. A large banner painted with red flames fluttered from the stronghold—the banner of the Ming Cult.

The stronghold was small in number and seemed on the verge of collapse, yet they fought bravely and relentlessly. Mongol soldiers rained arrows down, shouting, "Traitors of the Demonic Sect, surrender now!"

Zhou Dian asked, "Master, shall we attack?" Zhang Wuji replied, "Alright! First, kill the officers in command."

Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, Yin Yewang, Tie Guan Daoren, and Zhou Dian answered the order and charged into the enemy ranks. With swords flashing, two Yuan centurions fell from their horses, followed by the commander of a thousand men, who was also killed by Yin Yewang with a single blow. The Yuan soldiers, leaderless, immediately fell into chaos.

The stronghold's inhabitants cheered loudly upon seeing reinforcements. The gate opened, and a burly man in black, wielding a long spear, charged out first. The Yuan soldiers scattered in fear, none daring to confront him. With a flash of his spear, a Yuan soldier was stabbed and thrown from his horse. The Yuan soldiers cried out in alarm and fled in all directions.

Seeing the imposing and awe-inspiring man, Yang Xiao and the others exclaimed, "What a heroic general!" The Ming Cult attacked from both sides, inflicting five or six hundred casualties on the Yuan army. The remaining soldiers, not daring to linger, fled in disarray.

Chang Yuchun, spear in hand, laughed loudly and called out, "Which brothers have come to our aid? Chang Yuchun is deeply grateful!"

Upon hearing it was Chang Yuchun, Zhang Wuji was immediately overjoyed! He believed that to defeat the Mongols, the Ming Dynasty needed three indispensable figures: two military leaders and one civil official. One of the military leaders was Chang Yuchun, the other was Xu Da, and the civil official was Liu Bowen, whose wisdom was comparable to Zhuge Liang!

Zhang Wuji knew that Chang Yuchun had a past connection with him from eight hundred years ago, and he couldn't afford to waste his time! He immediately cried out, "Brother Chang, I've missed you terribly!" and leaped forward, tightly grasping his hand.

Chang Yuchun was taken aback, realizing that the person before him was Zhang Wuji, and that he was now the leader of the Ming Cult. He immediately bowed and said, "Brother Leader, I am both your elder brother and your subordinate. I am overjoyed and don't know what to do."

It turned out that Chang Yuchun was under the command of the Giant Wood Banner of the Five Elements Banners, and that the reason for Zhang Wuji's succession as leader had already been informed by the banner commander, Wen Cangsong. For days, he and his cult brothers had been waiting day and night for Zhang Wuji's arrival, but unexpectedly, the Yuan army attacked. Seeing that he was outnumbered, Chang Yuchun had planned to feign weakness to lure the Yuan army into the camp for a swift victory, but Zhang Wuji and his men suddenly arrived to reinforce them, allowing him to seize the opportunity and break out of the camp. His position in the Ming Cult was not high, so he immediately paid his respects to Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng, and others.

The assembled heroes, considering him their sworn brother, dared not act superior, greeting him with hands clasped and treating him with utmost courtesy.

Chang Yuchun invited them to his stronghold, where he slaughtered animals and sheep, hosting a grand feast, and recounted their past. In recent years, the Huai River region had suffered from both floods and droughts, causing immense hardship for the people. Chang Yuchun, unable to make a living, had gathered a group of brothers to engage in banditry and robbery, living a carefree and prosperous life. When the stronghold had surplus grain and gold, he distributed it to the poor. The Yuan army had attacked several times, but to no avail.

The group rested in the stronghold for one night, and the next day, they traveled north with Chang Yuchun, anticipating the Yuan army's recent defeat and certain they would not dare return for two or three months.

Several days later, they arrived outside Butterfly Valley. Those who had arrived earlier, upon learning of their leader's arrival, lined up to welcome him out of the valley. Meanwhile, the leaders under the giant wooden banner had already constructed many thatched huts and wooden houses in Butterfly Valley for the assembled followers. Wei Yixiao, Peng Yingyu, and Shuobude had already arrived, reporting that they hadn't found any information about Miss Zhao.

Upon reaching Butterfly Valley and seeing the graves of Hu Qingniu and his wife, as well as Ji Xiaofu, they felt a pang of regret, thinking how beautiful Ji Xiaofu and Hu Qingniu's wife would have been if they had survived! After receiving the various cult members, Zhang Wuji prepared offerings and paid his respects at the graves of Hu Qingniu and his wife, and Ji Xiaofu. He recalled how desolate and wretched he had been when he left the valley eight hundred years ago, while he himself returned in radiant glory and boundless honor—truly, comparison is the thief of joy.

Because the grand assembly on the fifteenth of August was still more than a month away, Zhang Wuji spent his days meeting with Ming Cult disciples and spreading their teachings. When he had nothing else to do, he enjoyed time with Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao, living a rather pleasant life.

Unexpectedly, on this day, the Ming Cult disciples living in Butterfly Valley all suffered from stomach aches and foamed at the mouth. Zhang Wuji immediately sent people to investigate. According to the doctor, someone had poisoned the water source! Fortunately, Zhang Wuji, Yang Buhui, and Xiao Zhao had been partying all night and hadn't gotten up until late the next morning, so they hadn't eaten breakfast and weren't poisoned. However, with almost all the Ming Cult disciples poisoned, Zhang Wuji couldn't take it lightly. He immediately followed the clues and went along the water source to find the source of the poisoning, hoping to find the poisoner and obtain the antidote.

Unexpectedly, upstream in the stream, Zhang Wuji found a beautiful woman collapsed by the stream. Her face was pale, and upon checking her nose, he found she was not breathing; she had probably also died from the poisoning! This beauty was indeed stunning. Her skin was fair and smooth, like snow and frost, her breasts high and full, her alluring curves captivating. Zhang Wuji was instantly smitten, his eyes greedily roaming over her graceful body. Her long legs were slender and delicate, her waistline incredibly alluring. He felt his mouth go dry and reached out to gently caress her shapely figure. What a mesmerizing beauty… It would be such a pity if she were dead.

"Slap!" Zhang Wuji slapped himself, cursing fiercely, "Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji, have you gone mad? This is a dead person! Not alive! You're so perverted! You can even react to a corpse, why don't you just die!" Despite his cursing, his eyes seemed unable to leave her. This beautiful woman lying there quietly, with her refined and otherworldly, ethereal charm, how often could one encounter such beauty in the mortal world? Her soft, delicate, snow-white skin was even whiter than that of the Persian saintess Xiao Zhao, like a pure and immaculate snow lotus on an iceberg. Such an exquisite beauty had already perished; it was truly a pity. Zhang Wuji sighed deeply, his heart feeling as if it had been hollowed out. He

stared blankly for a long time, then suddenly leaned down and planted a kiss on her rosy lips. A delicate, pleasant fragrance wafted over, and Zhang Wuji was greatly shocked. He shook his head and murmured, "How could this be… what's wrong with me?"

At such close range, in the dim light, her stunning face was breathtakingly beautiful. As if possessed, Zhang Wuji trembled and reached out to gently stroke her cheek. To his touch, it was smooth and delicate, so supple it seemed like it could be broken with a touch, possessing an incredible elasticity. It was truly miraculous. Was she dead or merely unconscious? If she was only unconscious, then she wasn't dead! But why was she lifeless?

Zhang Wuji's heart pounded wildly. Yes, if she were truly lifeless, how could her skin be so elastic! Thinking this, his hand swiftly pressed against her chest, oblivious to the curves of her skin. No heartbeat? Undeterred, Zhang Wuji pressed his ear to his heart for a long time…

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji gasped, jumping up and staring in disbelief at the beautiful woman lying there silently. He had actually heard a heartbeat, albeit extremely faint, only once every ten seconds—it was definitely a heartbeat! This must be what modern people call a vegetative state patient!

Overjoyed, Zhang Wuji immediately used all the life-saving skills he had learned in 21st-century military training on the beautiful woman: pinching her philtrum, patting her face, pounding her chest, performing artificial respiration… Zhang Wuji busied himself, trying everything, but the beauty remained unresponsive. Dejected, Zhang Wuji said, “Beautiful lady, I’ve tried everything. I think, out of humanitarianism, I should try the last resort. If you still don’t wake up after this, I, Zhang Wuji, will just have to leave you to fend for yourself.”

Saying this, he reached out and caressed the beauty’s waist… Was her sash perfumed?!

As soon as the sash was untied, a faint fragrance wafted out…

“Beautiful lady, I’m not trying to offend you, I’m doing this to save you!” Zhang Wuji stammered, his hands trembling as he lifted her dress, revealing a pale white undergarment. Removing the outer garment, a stunningly beautiful and graceful figure was instantly revealed. Zhang Wuji's eyes lit up as he thought to himself, "She really is a beauty. Her figure, though not tall, is slender with a long waist and legs, conforming to the golden ratio. Underneath her small garment, her navel is rounded, and her skin is fair with a translucent quality. She is truly beautiful to the extreme." Zhang Wuji's heart pounded faster and faster...

He

couldn't wait to unbutton the fragrant garment, and a stunningly beautiful body appeared before his eyes. Her skin was as soft as silk and as tender as jade. Her breasts were high and firm, round and not sagging. The two pink areolas on her breasts, along with her rosy nipples, were like ripe cherries, making him drool and wishing he could taste them immediately. Her exquisite curves and the lush pubic hair below her flat stomach made his blood boil.

Zhang Wuji's breathing grew heavier, his lower body already swollen. Thump...thump...his strong heartbeat fueled his burning desire. His hands roamed over the beautiful body, caressing it repeatedly. The delicate touch felt like silk, and the alluring figure began to flush red after Zhang Wuji's prolonged caresses. However, already lost in the moment, he failed to notice this subtle change.

Zhang Wuji parted the two long, taut jade legs slightly, immediately revealing the slightly protruding, plump mons pubis between the legs, and a small, bright red clitoris clearly visible between the two pink labia.

Swallowing greedily, Zhang Wuji stretched out his fingers and gently teased the tender pink vulva, muttering to himself, "Beautiful lady, beautiful lady, I'm not being offensive, I'm just stimulating your blood circulation to help you wake up quickly. If you wake up, don't blame me for being indecent; you should thank me. If it weren't for my full-body massage, how could you recover? Ah... it's so dry here, do you mind my saliva?"

The beautiful woman, lying motionless, naturally gave him no answer, not even a slight reaction, letting him play with her as he pleased. His saliva instantly moistened her plump, fragrant vulva, making the labia slippery and incredibly tender.

While stroking the woman's lower body, his other hand kneaded and pinched her breasts. Zhang Wuji's hands were already quite large, yet he couldn't fully grasp them, showing just how large those beautiful breasts were. After playing with it for a while, Zhang Wuji's lower body was already soaking wet, clinging uncomfortably to his skin. Finally, he abandoned his left hand's invasion and turned to his lower body. His glans, through his trousers, became exceptionally sensitive from the friction of the clothing. A gentle rub sent shivers down his spine, like an electric current, making him groan with pleasure…

With a soft "plop," Zhang Wuji was startled. His right fingers had actually dug into her flower stem, and his fingers were instantly warm and moist. Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. If the beauty didn't react, she definitely wouldn't have released any lubrication. Zhang Wuji was very experienced with women. He had only used his saliva to make her lower body wet as quickly as possible to reduce the pain of friction. Who knew that after his continuous stroking and stimulation of her labia and clitoris, she actually reacted! This... this is a good start! Zhang Wuji increased the intensity, sometimes kneading the clitoris, sometimes mimicking the movements of lovemaking with his fingers. The warm and narrow flower stem became increasingly slippery, and the resistance of his fingers weakened...

His knuckles bent and twisted, sweeping and thrusting into the dew-laden flower stem, reaching the very end and hitting the core. Most men's fingers could only just touch the core, but they couldn't manipulate it as freely as he could. After a while, Zhang Wuji felt the flower stem getting hotter and hotter, with splashing sounds and water spraying everywhere. But the beauty remained motionless, truly showing no movement except for the natural reaction of her lower body. His fingers were sore, and when he pulled them out, white liquid flowed down his fingers. Zhang Wuji had to switch to his left hand and walk to the front. He saw a milky white liquid slowly flowing down the two fleshy leaves of the alluring vulva, like a stream.

Zhang Wuji's spirits lifted. He switched to his left hand, increasing the pressure as he rotated and tumbled within the soaked flower stem. The previously tight and narrow passage loosened slightly. He added another finger, continuing to probe...

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji felt his finger swell, as if something was squeezing it. A thought struck him, and as he pulled his wet finger out, a "plop" sound rang out, and a jet of water shot out.

She... she actually squirted!

Zhang Wuji was dumbfounded. This even worked? She had squirted even when she had no other reaction! Was this possible?!

Just then, the beauty suddenly let out a moan. "Mmm... so good, you... you don't stop..."

Zhang Wuji was startled, almost crying out.

The beauty suddenly trembled, her legs spreading even wider, revealing her delicate, slippery, and muddy paradise, as if inviting him to share!

She... she was awake!

Could it be that there really is some kind of dual cultivation technique that can cure this? Otherwise, how could she have woken up so quickly! Zhang Wuji was stunned, his heart pounding even faster. He quickly wiped his hands behind his back, worried that she might discover he had used this method to wake her.

Since that was the case, Zhang Wuji wouldn't miss this rare opportunity! He immediately pressed his lips to hers, sucking on her fragrant lips. As if he didn't know how to kiss, her small mouth remained tightly closed. Zhang Wuji extended his tongue, gently licking her red lips. Hu Qingyang's delicate body trembled slightly, her breathing becoming heavier. Finally, she couldn't resist Zhang Wuji's tongue's power, and her fragrant lips surrendered.

Zhang Wuji's tongue seemed to possess magic; the beautiful woman felt an unprecedented, dreamlike bliss enveloping her, naturally intertwining her lips and tongue with the man kissing her, exchanging saliva, and letting out soft moans of unbearable pleasure.

Zhang Wuji, his words laced with malice, reached for her barely-but-ready clothes, gently teasing them before his hand ascended to her shapely, full breasts. The smooth, creamy texture of her breasts, so delicate and smooth, like a young girl's yet possessing the fullness of a mature woman, captivated him. Her

small nipples trembled slightly like cherries, her flat stomach devoid of any excess fat. Two curves flared inwards from her rounded navel, accentuating her slender waist, which then widened into two equally shapely legs.

As Zhang Wuji's hands continued their ravages, a sparse patch of pubic hair was revealed between her legs. Her white undergarment fluttered to the ground, and the beautiful woman shuddered. She was now completely naked, with nothing left to cover herself.

Zhang Wuji, seemingly unsatisfied after savoring the beautiful woman's lips, continued kissing her way down her elegant, swan-like neck, his tongue swirling and raging.

"Mmm..." The beautiful woman's body went limp, her delicate frame flushed, her suppressed desire suddenly ignited. She braced herself on the grass, her legs too weak to support her weight.

"Ah..." The beautiful woman moaned softly. The man she loved so dearly was now kissing her breasts, the intense heat almost melting her heart.

In a daze, the beautiful woman closed her eyes, letting him ravage her breasts, the tingling, electric sensations assaulting her beautiful body again and again.

His tongue swirled on her breasts, sucking, licking, and gently biting, the taste sweet—something no one could dislike. The beautiful woman's breathing followed his rhythmic tongue movements, sometimes rapid, sometimes heavy. Undeniably, Zhang Wuji's kissing skills were first-rate, a hundred times better than those of uneducated people in ancient times.

The beauty's skin grew increasingly red, her fair and delicate pink body like soft jade, and her intoxicating fragrance captivated Zhang Wuji.

Following her beautiful breasts, his tongue slowly moved downwards, and when it reached her slender waist, the beauty's body trembled violently. "Mmm..."

A deep, resonant moan escaped her lips, a mixture of suppressed desire and release. Long deprived of passion, the beauty was completely overwhelmed by lust, unable to stand any longer.

"Mmm..." Her mind was clouded, her starry eyes shimmering, her crystal-clear face flushed with a spring-like red. Her body went limp, collapsing onto the grass...

"Mmm...uh..." Zhang Wuji gently lifted her buttocks, slowly lowering her down. A soft blue light shimmered on the grass, like shimmering waves. Her long, slender legs were spread in an extremely alluring pose, revealing her tender, moist labia completely before Zhang Wuji. Bathed in the blue light, the scene exuded an air of mystery, like a hidden paradise.

Zhang Wuji chuckled lewdly, his hand tracing circles on her thick pubic hair, sighing softly, "So beautiful!"

He slipped his fingers between her legs, and with a slight pressure, pinched her tender pink clitoris between his two fingers. Before he could even caress it, the beautiful woman trembled, sitting up straight, her pretty face flushed, her eyes glazed with desire, her teeth biting her lower lip...

Zhang Wuji chuckled again, his left hand sneakily reaching for one of her high, firm breasts, pinching the swollen, rosy nipple...

The beautiful woman let out a soft moan, her beautiful eyes seemingly about to overflow with tears. Her perfectly sculpted body was no longer as tense as before. Zhang Wuji felt his hand loosen, and the beautiful woman's legs were already parted, her two plump, tender labia half-concealing her alluring vulva, now fully revealed.

His fingers gently caressed her small clitoris, and the beautiful woman let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. With the rhythmic caresses of those both lovable and wicked fingers, her fists clenched tightly.

Her beautiful body, unable to withstand the teasing, twisted on the grass, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid…

With a long groan, her vulva shuddered, and a thin stream of fluid spurted out.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji slowly and gently licked and kissed the beautiful woman's forehead, eyebrows, nose, lips, and earlobes. She panted softly, writhing her body passionately. He pinched her wet nipples, watching them swell and change shape under his kneading, her bright red nipples quickly becoming engorged and erect. Her snow-white skin flushed a passionate pink, contrasting with the emerald green stream, filling the entire swimming pool with an atmosphere of decadent ecstasy.

The beautiful woman was panting and moaning, her eyes filled with desire...

Zhang Wuji opened his mouth and took her breast in his mouth, sucking and biting it, the tingling and pleasure spreading throughout his body, down to his lower abdomen, and between her jade-like legs.

Zhang Wuji lifted the beautiful woman onto the lawn beside the stream, spreading her two snow-white, full thighs. He passionately kissed and licked her smooth, delicate skin, his large tongue probing inside her with his inner energy. The beautiful woman let out a long moan, instinctively gripping his hair tightly, her toes pointed, her slender waist arching, her body spasming and contracting as she breathed heavily. Pleasure reached her brain, and her vaginal fluids flowed. She seemed to have never experienced such an orgasm before…

Good heavens, the beautiful woman was utterly defeated, completely subdued.

Zhang Wuji was relentlessly bombarding her, the beautiful woman was yielding to his pleasure. He was panting, she was moaning, on the grass, in the water, stirring up a pool of spring water, waves surging, ripples rippling, tender and lingering, several times reaching a state of blissful ecstasy…

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