[Wuxia Time Travel] The Alluring Beauty of the Heavenly Sword (Complete) - 12

Chapter 91: The Mid-Autumn Festival Uprising

Killed Zhu Yuanzhang. Zhang Wuji then convened a meeting of the main altar and branch leaders to discuss grand plans.

Zhang Wuji gave detailed instructions and guidance to the branch leaders and leaders of the uprisings in various places, demanding that they rise up simultaneously to resist the Yuan Dynasty. He stressed that the followers of all routes should support each other and exhaust the Yuan army, which would ensure the success of the uprising.

At this time, a strategy was decided: Zhang Wuji, along with Yang Xiao, the Left Guardian of Light, and Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King, would take charge of the main altar as the commander-in-chief of the entire sect. Yin Tianzheng, the White-Browed Eagle King, led the followers under the Heavenly Eagle Banner in an uprising in Jiangnan. Xu Da, Tang He, Deng Yu, Hua Yun, Wu Liang, and Wu Zhen, together with the troops of Chang Yuchun's stronghold and Sun Deyan, raised an army in Haozhou, Huaibei.

The Cloth Bag Monk, along with Han Shantong, Liu Futong, Du Zundao, Luo Wensu, Sheng Wenyu, Wang Xianzong, Han Jiao'er, and others, launched an uprising in the Yingchuan area of Henan. Peng Yingyu, leading Xu Shouhui, Zou Puwang, Ming Wu, and others, launched an uprising in the Gan, Rao, Yuan, and Xin prefectures of Jiangxi. The Iron Crown Taoist, leading Bu Sanwang, Meng Haima, and others, launched an uprising in the Xiang, Chu, Jing, and Xiang areas.

Zhou Dian, leading Sesame Li, Zhao Junyong, and others, launched an uprising in the Xu, Su, Feng, and Pei areas. Leng Qian, together with followers from the Western Regions, cut off the Mongol reinforcements heading to the Central Plains from the Western Regions. The Five Elements Banner was placed under the command of the main altar, serving as the rear base and reserve force, ready to provide support to whichever side was in dire need.

This arrangement and strategy was a decision reached after Zhang Wuji discussed it with Yang Xiao and Peng Yingyu. When Zhang Wuji announced it, the followers cheered enthusiastically.

Zhang Wuji continued, “Our sect alone cannot shake the Yuan Dynasty’s nearly century-old foundation. We must unite the heroes of the world, pool our wisdom and strength, and only then can we achieve great things. Currently, half of the leaders of the Central Plains martial arts world have been captured by the court. The headquarters must find a way to rescue them. Tomorrow, brothers will scatter in all directions. When the opportunity arises, we will kill the Tartars, and the headquarters will go to Dadu to rescue them. Let us enjoy ourselves here today, for who knows when we will meet again. Brothers must prioritize loyalty and the greater good, and must never fight for power or kill each other. If there is any such unjust behavior, the headquarters will not forgive it.”

Everyone answered in unison, “We will never disobey the leader’s orders!” Their shouts echoed through the valley.

At that moment, everyone swore an oath of brotherhood by swearing an oath of blood and burning incense, vowing to never betray the greater good.

Because it was the fifteenth of August, Zhang Wuji asked if there were any mooncakes. At that time, no one knew what mooncakes were. Zhang Wuji then learned that before the Ming Dynasty, China did not have the tradition of Mid-Autumn Festival mooncakes.

He immediately ordered the kitchen to make mooncakes according to his specifications, requiring each person to have at least two. On the night of the fifteenth of August, the moon shone brightly, and the followers of the various sects sat on the ground. The leaders of the main altar brought out the mooncakes made according to Zhang Wuji's request. Seeing the round cakes resembling the moon, everyone said they were "mooncakes." Later, because the Ming Cult disciples overthrew the Yuan Dynasty, everyone recalled this gathering and considered it the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. Eating mooncakes was the most memorable thing for everyone. Thus, the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunion and eating mooncakes, was preserved and became a traditional festival of the Chinese nation! Zhang Wuji never imagined that one of the most traditional festivals of the Chinese nation was one he himself had created! Later legends say that the Han people agreed to eat mooncakes and kill the Tartars on the Mid-Autumn Festival, which stemmed from the Ming Cult's gathering and strategy on that night.

Another reason everyone cherished mooncakes was because Zhang Wuji had put char siu (barbecued pork) filling in the mooncakes, which undoubtedly surprised the Ming Cult disciples, who had previously been vegetarians and dared not eat meat.

Although many disciples secretly ate meat, none dared to openly admit it. Especially after Zhang Wuji reiterated the strict rules, everyone was astonished that he would now offer them meat-filled mooncakes.

Zhang Wuji then declared, "Our sect has a long tradition of abstaining from meat and alcohol. However, with widespread famine, we must eat whatever is available. Moreover, our primary task today is to drive out the Tartars. Without meat, our brothers will lack strength and be unable to fight. From this day forward, the rule of abstaining from meat and alcohol is abolished. We must prioritize integrity in our conduct; dietary restrictions are secondary."

The Ming Cult disciples were already weary of the rule against meat, and hearing Zhang Wuji abolish it filled them with joy and clapping. That night, they not only ate meat-filled mooncakes but also roasted mutton and stewed dog meat…

The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in Butterfly Valley became a grand celebration for the Ming Cult disciples.

The following morning, the assembled heroes bid farewell to Zhang Wuji. Though all were spirited and valiant men, the thought of the impending bloody battles across the land, the uncertainty of who would survive and who would perish, and the fact that even if their great cause succeeded, perhaps less than half of the heroes gathered at Butterfly Valley would live, inevitably evoked a sense of reluctance to part.

At that moment, the sacred fire burned brightly before Butterfly Valley, and suddenly someone began to sing loudly: "Burn my withered body, blazing sacred fire. What joy is there in life, what sorrow in death? Drive out the Tartars, for the sake of light..." Moreover, Zhang Wuji's Ming Cult principles had been newly added, startling everyone. Then, everyone joined in: "Burn my withered body, blazing sacred fire. What joy is there in life? What sorrow in death? Drive out the Tartars, for the sake of light. Joy and sorrow, all return to dust. Pity the people of this world, for they have so many worries! Pity the people of this world, for they have so many worries!"

The song, "Pity the people of this world, for they have so many worries! Pity the people of this world, for they have so many worries!" echoed throughout Butterfly Valley. The heroes, clad in white like snow, approached Zhang Wuji one by one, bowed respectfully, and left with their heads held high, never looking back.

Zhang Wuji thought of these Ming Cult disciples who had laid the foundation for the Ming Dynasty, and how they would shed their blood across China in the next one or two decades to establish it. He couldn't help but shed tears.

Perhaps moved by their leader's tears, the disciples were even more filled with heroic spirit. Butterfly Valley, bustling for days, fell silent again as the songs faded and the heroes dispersed, leaving only Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and a handful of others.

Zhang Wuji instructed the disciples from the main altar who were to accompany him to Dadu to prepare their belongings and depart promptly the next morning to strike at the heart of the enemy.

While Zhang Wuji was helping Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui pack, he discovered that Hu Qingyang and Wang Nangu were not in their room. In fact, Zhang Wuji had cultivated a very harmonious relationship among the four of them over the past few days. Almost every night, Xiao Zhao, Yang Buhui, Wang Nangu, and Hu Qingyang would play games with him. Therefore, Zhang Wuji was a little surprised not to see them at this time.

Xiao Zhao said, "Sister Jiaxin said they went out to say goodbye to an old friend."

Zhang Wuji immediately understood that Hu Qingyang and Wang Nangu must have gone to Hu Qingniu's grave to offer incense and say goodbye. He immediately told Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui and went to find Hu Qingyang and Wang Nangu.

Sure enough, as Zhang Wuji expected, Hu Qingyang and Wang Nangu were paying their respects at Hu Qingniu's grave. The two women bowed slightly when they saw Zhang Wuji arrive. Wang Nangu said, "After this separation, we don't know when we'll return here. This is a way of saying goodbye."

Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "Yes, it's only natural. After all, you are a married couple. It's only right."

Saying this, he went alone to another grave nearby. The inscription on it seemed to be newly carved: "Tomb of my beloved wife, Ji Xiaofu!" The signature was Yang Xiao. There were incense sticks and candles, as well as fruit offerings, in front of the grave.

In Zhang Wuji's eyes, Ji Xiaofu was one of the Four Beauties of ancient China; there weren't many women who could catch Yang Xiao's eye. It was a pity that Abbess Miejue's palm strike had cost her her life.

"Ji Xiaofu?! Oh, strictly speaking, she should be considered your mother-in-law!" Hu Qingyang said from the side. "This tombstone was re-erected by Left Envoy Yang these past few days. I remember the original tombstone read 'Tomb of Ji Xiaofu, disciple of the Emei Sect.' It must have been erected by you and Yang Buhui five years ago."

Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "It's all in the past. The dead cannot be brought back to life. I hope Aunt Ji can meet a good master in her next life."

"In my opinion, that Abbess Miejue was just as vicious as Granny Jin Hua..." Wang Nangu said hatefully.

"Why talk about them? In this world, everything has its retribution," Zhang Wuji sighed. He thought to himself that he must eventually seduce Abbess Miejue and Granny Jin Hua; those two beauties would surely be quite a treat.

The three sighed deeply at the grave before returning to their camp. Zhang Wuji ordered Wang Nangu and Hu Qingyang to bring Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao to his bedroom. Knowing they would be departing for Dadu the next day, the five cherished this rare opportunity to spend time together.

Zhang Wuji didn't hold back, saying directly, "We'll be setting off together tomorrow, so I want to pamper you all today!" He spoke quite seriously at first, but by the end, his lust was fully revealed. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he pounced on the women, and the debauchery began!

He ordered the four women to lie side-by-side on his bed, and they obediently complied, even sticking out their plump, white, and alluring buttocks, wiggling them incessantly, hoping to attract Zhang Wuji's attention. Zhang Wuji wished he hadn't been born a few more, constantly fondling the four uniquely large, plump buttocks, involuntarily appraising their exquisite beauty. Among them, the largest was Wang Nangu; followed by Hu Qingyang, only behind Wang Nangu; Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao, the two sisters, both had curvaceous figures, but Yang Buhui was slightly less so than Xiao Zhao.

But with four such beautiful, snow-white, alluring buttocks lined up before him, how could Zhang Wuji be polite?

He started with the most resilient, Wang Nangu. "Ah..." With a long moan, Zhang Wuji began his conquest.

He embraced Wang Nangu's beloved buttocks with both hands, and in coordination with his thrusts, forcefully pulled the buttocks towards his body, the buttocks colliding with his lower abdomen with "slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap! slap slap slap slap slap..." At first, there were crisp sounds, followed by a series of tight, continuous slaps.

Wang Nangu moaned lasciviously, "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ahhhhhhh!" Her wanton cries were both an expression of her own desires and a provocation to the other three women. She wanted to showcase all her bedroom skills and completely outshine them!

"It's in! Oh, my husband, it's so big! Ah..."

"I can't take it anymore... I really can't... Please have mercy, my husband..." With a pitiful cry, Wang Nangu climaxed for the third time.

Logically, Wang Nangu had the best martial arts foundation among the four women, and given her emphasis on dual cultivation, she should have been quite resilient. However, for some reason, ever since being with Zhang Wuji, she easily climaxed whenever she encountered him, and she also easily became exhausted. Therefore, although she only climaxed three times, she begged for mercy. Three more beautiful, alluring holes were waiting to be fed! Zhang Wuji pulled his large penis out of Wang Nangu's body. Wang Nangu, having lost her last support, collapsed onto the bed. Knowing she was alright, just overstimulated, Zhang Wuji ignored her and pulled over Hu Qingyang, who was vigorously swaying her hips, begging for his favor. He then thrust his large penis into Hu Qingyang's equally vulva in the same manner.

Hu Qingyang's vagina was already a muddy mess. Using the lubrication, her penis, like a python, slid smoothly in. Afraid of being outdone by Wang Nangu, Hu Qingyang vied for attention, displaying her bedroom skills. Her vagina seemed alive, constantly squeezing the large penis that had entered, from the base to the tip. Her uterus also writhed, like a mouth sucking at the king's precious pestle, as if trying to draw out its essence.

Zhang Wuji felt a surge of pleasure, which fueled his lust. He thrust into Hu Qingyang with even greater ferocity, his hands slapping her large, white buttocks repeatedly with crisp "smack! smack!" leaving bright red handprints on her skin. Hu Qingyang initially felt some pain, but this only fueled her desire. Instead of complaining, her moans became even more alluring!

"Ah! Husband, don't pity me. Ah, ah, my worthless life, fuck me to death!"

Zhang Wuji's eyes blazed with lust, as if he truly intended to fuck Hu Qingyang to death. His 1.3-foot-long, 3.5-inch-diameter penis plunged in to the very root each time, reaching all the way to Hu Qingyang's uterus before finally stopping.

Suddenly, Hu Qingyang convulsed, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her honeyed orifice, making Zhang Wuji feel extremely uncomfortable. Hu Qingyang had reached orgasm, but Zhang Wuji was not yet satisfied. Seeing that Hu Qingyang was also no longer able to continue, he did not force it, withdrew his penis, and instead pulled Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao into his arms.

Because Yang Buhui was pregnant, Zhang Wuji had her lie on the bed with her lower body spread apart, her legs placed on two chairs, while Xiao Zhao lay on top of Yang Buhui, overlapping with her. After Zhang Wuji saw that the arrangement was in place, he came between their legs, reinforced their overlapping position with both hands, and thrust forcefully. "Ah..." He penetrated Yang Buhui first, followed by "Ya..." Xiao Zhao was also penetrated.

It turned out that Zhang Wuji inserted his large penis into different holes each time he thrust, so that both women could play with him while having longer breaks between thrusts, allowing them to serve him for longer. A frenzied assault began, and the alternating moans of Yang Buhui and Xiao Zhao stimulated Zhang Wuji even more, to the point that even when they were attacking simultaneously, the two women begged for mercy one after another, "Ah ah ah... ah... ah, husband, spare me... I can't... I really can't... ah..."

"Oh... it's coming. It's coming again, I've come all over!"

"I've come again, husband, spare me... ah..."

"Ah... ah... ah... no... I can't, ah..."

The two women had experienced multiple orgasms under him, at least five or six times. Continuing to fuck them might damage their bodies, so Zhang Wuji had to let them go. As soon as he withdrew his penis, Xiao Zhao rolled off Yang Buhui, her eyes rolled back, and bubbly fluid was still leaking from her lower body.

Yang Buhui was in the same condition, unable to stand any longer. But Zhang Wuji, having not yet vented his frustrations, was not about to give up. Just then, Wang Nangu and Hu Qingyang recovered, and seeing Zhang Wuji staring at them with lustful eyes, they wisely joined in serving him. [Gift! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Spray External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter]

Zhang Wuji wanted to see what new tricks the two of them would have, so he lay on the bed, his large penis, still erect and pointing towards the ceiling, trembling incessantly as if venting its dissatisfaction. At this moment, the two sisters-in-law, in perfect unison, came to Zhang Wuji's side. Wang Nangu knelt beneath him and began sucking on the base of his powerful member, starting from the scrotum and sliding upwards until she reached the tip of the glans. She tried to take it all in, but only partially, with most of it still outside. Then, her tongue began to move, sometimes lightly touching the urethral opening, sometimes circling the glans—clearly a well-trained individual.

Hu Qingyang was equally uncompromising. She straddled Zhang Wuji, her large, sexy buttocks pointing towards him, while her alluring pink vulva hovered directly above his face. Her oral skills were no less than Wang Nangu's; she knelt at the base of Zhang Wuji's massive penis, licking his scrotum, her tongue nimbly massaging the enormous, wicked shaft.

Zhang Wuji comfortably enjoyed this service, a service even the emperor didn't provide, feeling like a god. Suddenly, he found Hu Qingyang's vulva above his face incredibly tempting, so he grabbed her plump, white buttocks and pressed that alluring vulva against his mouth. Hu Qingyang

didn't expect him to do this, letting out a soft "oh." Actually, what kind of flirtatious displays hadn't she seen?

It was just that this kind of thing was mostly used by useless or somewhat perverted men; generally, capable men rarely did this. However, Zhang Wuji wasn't going to use his tongue on her; he was genuinely kissing her vulva. At this moment, Zhang Wuji's lust had reached its peak. He sat up, laid Hu Qingyang down, lifted her long legs and placed them on his shoulders, and thrust his large penis straight into her.

The unskilled thrusting caused Hu Qingyang to sway her hips to resist each attack, but the emptiness after each withdrawal left her disoriented, making her wish to die beneath his massive penis. So, with her last ounce of strength, she met Zhang Wuji's increasingly rapid and fierce thrusts.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...sister, help me!"

"Ah..." Her legs suddenly stretched out, and her hands gripped Zhang Wuji's back so hard that they tore several skins. Then, her eyes rolled back, her head slumped to the side, and she fainted. Without hesitation, Zhang Wuji grabbed Wang Nangu, who was still watching from the sidelines, and, mimicking Hu Qingyang, began to fuck her. Wang Nangu knew that if she was lucky, Zhang Wuji would ejaculate within her. With so many women around, and Zhang Wuji being so valiant and capable, it wouldn't be easy for him to get his turn.

Wang Nangu used her internal energy to compress the massive, surging member inside her, trying to make him release his essence as soon as possible. But Zhang Wuji was not someone to be trifled with. The heat of that giant-like penis rose rapidly, and soon Wang Nangu was completely dizzy from being fucked. In truth, Zhang Wuji still harbored a preference for ejaculating inside Wang Nangu. Firstly, Wang Nangu was incredibly alluring; secondly, her skills in bed were truly captivating. But most importantly, the thrill of riding and ravishing the exceptionally beautiful Wang Nangu, watching her writhe in pleasure, was simply too intense.

Finally, after an hour of vigorous conquest, Zhang Wuji felt himself about to climax! He quickly slipped his hands under Wang Nangu's plump thighs, grabbing her large buttocks and forcefully pulling them towards him. At the same time, his massive penis thrust in with all its might. Wang Nangu was already weak and limp, but seeing his actions, she knew he was about to climax. Gathering her remaining strength, she arched her buttocks upwards to meet him.

Suddenly, Zhang Wuji forcefully pulled Wang Nangu's buttocks towards his body, thrusting his penis forward with all his might.

The massive penis once again invaded the familiar territory, its head pressing against Wang Nangu's uterine wall. In an instant, as if she had been waiting for a long time, the semen from Zhang Wuji, which she had been anticipating, roared into her uterus. She shuddered from the scalding heat of the semen, releasing another large amount of vaginal fluid, and she climaxed again.

Zhang Wuji, still seemingly unwilling to give up, thrust forcefully into Wang Nangu's body, wanting to ejaculate all his semen into her. After a final, desperate struggle, he finally collapsed onto Wang Nangu and fell asleep, his massive penis still inside her. Although it had shrunk, its size was still astonishing; the head of the penis was still blocking the cervix, as if preventing his newly delivered offspring from mischievously escaping, as if the massive penis, also born from the same uterus, was blocking them. Wang Nangu

also fainted, but a blissful smile graced her face.

The intense battle left Zhang Wuji unaware of the approaching dawn. He found himself still on top of Wang Nangu, his large penis still erect. Wang Nangu's face radiated ecstasy, fueling his passion. The similar expressions of Hu Qingyang, Yang Buhui, and Xiao Zhao scattered around him further excited him, reigniting his arousal.

He wanted to enjoy Wang Nangu's company once more. After all, the journey to Dadu would be inconvenient, and having just reorganized the Ming Cult, he had established some authority and image. He needed to make up for the past two days' lack of enjoyment. He gently thrust his penis in and out, fondling Wang Nangu's magnificent breasts while kissing her intermittently. Soon, Wang Nangu awoke from the stimulation. After a brief moment of hesitation, she reciprocated Zhang Wuji's pleasure. Finally, after seven or eight orgasms, Zhang Wuji once again ejaculated deeply into her womb. After resting for a while, Zhang Wuji woke up the women and gave them some more instructions. With their help, he changed and tidied himself before going outside the gate to gather the Ming Cult disciples to depart together.

Chapter 92: Rescuing the Beauty at Wan'an Temple .

Early the next morning, Zhang Wuji, along with the four women, Yang Xiao, and Wei Yixiao, headed north. The journey took only two days, and they arrived in Dadu.

Dadu was the largest city Zhang Wuji had ever seen since his transmigration. In fact, Dadu, the capital of the Yuan Dynasty at that time, was truly the world's largest city. Its prosperity was far beyond what modern television dramas could depict.

It should be noted that at that time, the Mongol cavalry reached tens of thousands of miles away; no other great power

in history could match its vast territory. Dadu of the Yuan Dynasty later became Beijing. As the capital of the world's center, Beijing was already quite magnificent during the Yuan Dynasty. After all, it was the residence of the emperor of the largest empire in history, and countless envoys and tribute officials from various small countries and tribes came to pay tribute.

As soon as Zhang Wuji and the others entered the city gate, they saw many blond-haired, blue-eyed people coming and going on the streets. Fortunately, Zhang Wuji had traveled from the 21st century, so he wasn't too surprised. Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, being disciples of the Ming Cult and living in the Western Regions, were used to seeing foreigners.

Upon arriving in the western city, they found an inn to stay at. Yang Xiao, being extravagant, acted like a wealthy merchant and ordered four superior rooms. The innkeeper fawned over them, serving them attentively.

Yang Xiao inquired about the city's famous historical sites, and after a while, casually asked about ancient temples and monasteries.

The waiter's first suggestion was Wan'an Temple in the western part of the city: "Wan'an Temple is truly a vast temple complex. Its three large bronze Buddha statues are unparalleled; you couldn't find a fourth like them anywhere else in the world. You should definitely go and see them. But you've come at an inopportune time, gentlemen. For the past six months, a Tibetan monk has been staying there, so ordinary people dare not go."

Yang Xiao said, "It's alright to go and see them even if a Tibetan monk is staying there."

The waiter stuck out his tongue, looked around, and whispered, "Not that I'm being nosy, gentlemen..." Having just arrived in the capital, one must be careful with one's words. Those Western monks beat and kill people at will, and if they see a pretty woman, they seize her and take her to their temple. This is an imperial decree, a golden promise. Who dares to swat a fly on a tiger's head and approach those Western monks?

Yang Xiao and the others had long known that the Western monks, relying on the power of the Mongols, acted lawlessly and oppressed the Han people, but they hadn't expected them to be so brazen in the capital. They didn't say anything more to the waiter.

After dinner, they all closed their eyes to rest. Zhang Wuji told Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao that they would go to inspect Wan'an Temple after dark. Yang Buhui, Xiao Zhao, Wang Nangu, and Hu Qingyang would stay at the inn; their safety was assured.

When the moon rose above the willows, Zhang Wuji, Yang Xiao, and Wang Yuxia jumped out of the window and headed west.

The Wan'an Temple was four stories high, and a thirteen-story pagoda behind it could be seen from afar. Zhang Wuji, Yang Xiao, and Wei Yixiao used their lightness skills and arrived at the temple in a short time. They gestured and circled around to the left side of the temple, intending to climb the pagoda to observe the situation from above. However, when they were about twenty feet away from the pagoda, they saw many figures on it, with people patrolling each floor, and twenty or thirty guards at the foot.

The three were both surprised and delighted. The pagoda was so heavily guarded that the Shaolin and Wudang sects must be imprisoned inside, saving them the trouble of searching. However, the enemy's defenses were so tight that rescuing them would be extremely difficult. Moreover, Kong Wen, Kong Zhi, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and Zhang Songxi were all highly skilled in martial arts, yet they had all been captured, demonstrating the sheer number of capable people and the ruthlessness of the enemy. Having agreed before coming to Wan'an Temple not to act rashly, the three quietly retreated.

Suddenly, flames lit up the sixth level of the pagoda. Eight or nine people carrying torches moved slowly, their torches illuminating the path from the sixth level to the fifth, then from the fifth to the fourth, continuing down to the bottom. They exited through the main gate and headed towards the back of the temple. Yang Xiao waved and slowly approached from the side. The backyard of Wan'an Temple was filled with towering ancient trees. The three hid behind them for cover, and at

the sound of wind, they leaped several feet up. Although their lightness skills were high, they were still wary of being discovered, so they only dared to move when the wind rustled the falling leaves. Following the others into the back gate of Wan'an Temple, Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao kept watch outside, while Zhang Wuji ventured in alone to see what was happening.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji witnessed Zhao Min practicing martial arts with the captured masters from the six major sects, demanding that each sect impart their unique skills, or else she would withhold food and water. From their conversation, Zhang Wuji learned that only the disciples of the Emei and Wudang sects were still putting up a fight; the other sects had essentially submitted to Zhao Min and her allies. The Emei sect's Abbess Miejue had even been on a hunger strike for five days.

Beside Zhao Min were the Xuanming Elders and an old, ugly monk, whom Zhao Min addressed as Master Ku. Zhang Wuji guessed this was the Right Envoy of the Ming Cult.

Zhao Min, having practiced the Kunlun School's boxing techniques, was still not satisfied. She said, "Summon the old nun Miejue!" A man in yellow reported, "The old nun Miejue has been on a hunger strike for five days, and today she remains stubbornly refusing to obey."

Zhao Min laughed, "Let her starve to death! Hmm, summon that little girl from the Emei Sect, Zhou Zhiruo. After all, she has received the true teachings of the Emei Sect." Her subordinate agreed and turned to leave the hall.

Zhang Wuji, upon hearing Zhao Min's order to bring Zhou Zhiruo, was startled. He wondered if he should rescue Zhou Zhiruo now.

After a moment, a group of men in yellow escorted Zhou Zhiruo into the hall. Zhang Wuji saw that she was as beautiful as ever, only slightly more haggard than when they were at Bright Peak. Although she was in the enemy's hands, she remained calm and composed, seemingly indifferent to life and death. As usual, Lu Zhangke asked her if she would surrender. Zhou Zhiruo shook her head and remained silent.

Just as Lu Zhangke was about to send someone to spar with her, Zhao Min said, "Miss Zhou, you are so young, yet already a highly accomplished disciple of the Emei Sect. It is truly enviable. I heard you are a prized disciple of Master Miejue, and have mastered her sword techniques. Is that true?"

Zhou Zhiruo replied, "My master's martial arts are profound and extensive. As for passing on her sword techniques, I am young and inexperienced, far from being able to do so."

Zhao Min smiled and said, "The rule here is that whoever can defeat the three of us will be sent out peacefully without any further trouble. Why is your master so aloof and unwilling to spar with us?"

Zhou Zhiruo said, "My master would rather die than suffer such dishonor. As the dignified head of the Emei Sect ..." "How could I possibly live a life of ignominy under your rule?

You're right, my master indeed despises despicable and vicious people and disdains to fight with you."

Zhao Min wasn't angry at all, and smiled, "Then what about you

, Miss Zhou?" Zhou Zhiruo said, "What can a mere woman like me decide? I'll do whatever my master says."

Zhao Min said, "Your master told you not to fight us either, didn't he? Why?"

Zhou Zhiruo said, "The swordsmanship of the Emei Sect, though it may not be considered a supreme martial art, is still the martial art of a major sect in the Central Plains. We can't let shameless barbarians from foreign lands steal it." She spoke politely, but her words were sharp and showed no mercy.

Zhao Min was taken aback, not expecting that her intentions had been guessed by Abbess Miejue. Hearing Zhou Zhiruo call them "vicious villains" and "shameless scoundrels," she couldn't help but feel angry. With a soft snort, she drew the Heaven-Slaying Sword and said, "Your master calls us shameless scoundrels. Fine! I'd like to ask, this Heaven-Slaying Sword is clearly my family heirloom, how did it end up being stolen by the Emei Sect?"

Zhou Zhiruo said calmly, "The Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber have always been two great weapons in the Central Plains martial arts world, I've never heard of them having anything to do with foreign women."

Zhao Min blushed and retorted angrily, "Hmph! I didn't realize you were so sharp-tongued. Are you determined not to fight?"

Zhou Zhiruo shook her head. Zhao Min said, "If someone loses a duel or refuses to fight, I cut off one of their fingers. You, girl, must be so proud of your beauty that you're so arrogant, so I won't cut off your fingers either."

She pointed at the ascetic monk and said, "I'll make you look like this master, with twenty or thirty sword marks on your face. Let's see if you're still so proud then!" With a wave of her left hand, two men in yellow rushed forward and grabbed Zhou Zhiruo's arms.

Zhao Min smiled and said, "To turn your pretty face into a beehive, I don't need to use any of the exquisite swordsmanship of the Emei Sect. Do you think my mediocre skills can't turn you into an ugly monster?"

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes filled with tears, her body trembling. She saw the tip of the Heaven-Slaying Sword only inches from her cheek; if this demon were to give it a flick of her wrist, she would instantly look exactly like that ugly and terrifying ascetic monk. No matter how righteous Zhou Zhiruo was, she was still a woman after all, and no woman doesn't cherish her appearance.

Zhao Min laughed, "Are you afraid?"

Zhou Zhiruo no longer dared to be defiant and nodded.

Zhao Min said, "Alright! So you've surrendered?"

Zhou Zhiruo said, "I won't surrender! Just kill me!"

Zhao Min laughed, "I never kill people. I'll only scratch your skin."

A flash of cold light, and Zhao Min's long sword slashed towards Zhou Zhiruo's face. Suddenly, with a clang, something was thrown into the hall from outside, knocking the Heaven-Slaying Sword aside.

At the same time, the long window in the hall shattered, and a person flew in. The two yellow-clad men who were holding Zhou Zhiruo were thrown outwards. The person who broke through the window turned his left arm to protect Zhou Zhiruo, extended his right palm, and clashed with Lu Zhangke's palm with a bang, each taking two steps back.

When everyone looked at the person, it was none other than Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming Cult.

His sudden appearance was like a flying general descending from the sky, catching everyone off guard. Even top-tier masters like the Xuanming Elders hadn't been alerted beforehand. Hearing the window shatter, Lu Zhangke rushed to protect Zhao Min, exchanging a blow with Zhang Wuji, but he was unsteady on his feet, taking two steps back. As he tried to gather his strength for another attack, he felt an unbearable heat throughout his body, as if he were in a furnace.

Zhou Zhiruo, seeing impending doom, was unexpectedly saved by someone's sudden intervention. She was held in Zhang Wuji's arms, touching his broad, firm chest, and smelling his strong masculine scent. She was both surprised and delighted, and for a moment her body went limp, almost fainting. Zhang Wuji was using his Nine Yang Divine Skill to counter Lu Zhangke's Xuanming Divine Palm, his entire body surging with true energy. Zhou Zhiruo had never been so intimately close to a man, especially not the man she had longed for day and night, the one she dreamed of and loved. Overjoyed, she felt no fear even if a thousand swords were simultaneously slashing at her from all sides.

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, seeing their leader rush in to rescue her, quickly followed, standing to her left and right behind her. Zhao Min's subordinates, initially flustered, quickly realized only three enemies had entered the hall. The guards inside and outside responded with whistles, knowing there were no more enemies, and immediately sealed off all entrances, awaiting Zhao Min's judgment. Zhao Min

showed neither fear nor anger, only staring blankly at Zhang Wuji for a while before her gaze fell on two gleaming golden objects in the corner of the hall. It turned out that when she reached for Zhou Zhiruo's face with her Heaven-Slaying Sword, Zhang Wuji had thrown something in, deflecting her sword's edge—the golden box she had given him. The Heaven-Slaying Sword, with its unparalleled sharpness, instantly cleaved the golden box in two. She stared at the two halves of the golden box for a long while, then said, "Do you hate this box so much that you insist on breaking it?"

Zhang Wuji saw the resentment in her eyes, not anger or blame, but rather a deep sorrow. Startled, he felt deeply apologetic and said softly, "I didn't bring any hidden weapons. In my haste, I reached into my robes and pulled out the box. It was unintentional. I hope Miss Zhao won't be offended."

A glint flashed in Zhao Min's eyes, and she asked, "Do you carry this box with you?"

Zhang Wuji replied, "Yes." Seeing her beautiful eyes fixed on him, while his left arm was still around Zhou Zhiruo, he blushed slightly and released her.

Zhao Min sighed and said, "I didn't know Miss Zhou was... your good friend, otherwise I wouldn't have treated her like that. So you two..." She turned her head away. Zhang Wuji said, "Miss Zhou and I...we're childhood sweethearts!"

"Really? Then it's mutual affection!" Zhao Min, brimming with jealousy, glanced again at the two halves of the gold box on the ground. She didn't say a word, but her eyes and expression seemed to convey a thousand words.

Zhou Zhiruo could also see Zhao Min's thoughts, and her heart skipped a beat: "This witch is clearly very fond of Brother Wuji, could it be..."

Zhang Wuji walked to the corner of the hall, bent down to pick up the two halves of the gold box, and said, "I'll go and ask a skilled craftsman to reassemble it."

Zhao Min asked happily, "Really?"

Zhang Wuji nodded, thinking that as long as it made her happy, reassembling it was a small matter. He then tucked the two halves of the box into his robes.

Zhao Min said, "Then go ahead!"

Zhang Wuji thought to himself that he couldn't leave now, as his senior uncle Song and the others hadn't been rescued yet. However, the enemy was full of experts, and his side only had three people. Rescuing them was no easy task. He asked, "Miss Zhao, what is your intention in capturing my senior uncle and the others?"

Zhao Min smiled and said, "I meant well, wanting to persuade them to serve the court and enjoy wealth and honor. But they were stubborn and wouldn't listen. I had no choice but to persuade them slowly."

Zhang Wuji snorted, turned around, and returned to Zhou Zhiruo's side. Surrounded by enemy experts, he bent down to pick up the box and returned calmly, seemingly unaffected by others. He coldly glanced at everyone and said, "If that's the case, then we'll take our leave!" With that, he took Zhou Zhiruo's hand and turned to leave.

Zhao Min said coldly, "If you want to go, I won't stop you. But you want to take Miss Zhou with you without even asking me. What do you

take me for?" Zhang Wuji said, "Indeed, I have been impolite. Miss Zhao, please release Miss Zhou and let her come with me." Zhao Min didn't answer, but gave the Xuanming Elders a wink.

Hebi Weng stepped forward and said, "Leader Zhang, you come and go as you please, rescuing people whenever you want. Where do we put our faces? If you don't leave us with a special skill, we brothers won't be convinced."

The Xuanming Elders were Zhao Min's top talents, but Zhang Wuji was no longer the naive man he once was. Within thirty moves, both Xuanming Elders were injured. Zhao Min's warriors were all visibly shocked, and even Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao were greatly surprised. They had witnessed firsthand the attack by the Xuanming Elders at Wudang Mountain that day, in which Zhang Wuji was injured by a palm strike. Unexpectedly, within a few months, his progress had been remarkably rapid. However, they immediately realized that Zhang Wuji had stayed at Wudang for several months, treating Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting while simultaneously seeking instruction from Zhang Sanfeng on the profound mysteries of martial arts. Ultimately, the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the Great Shift of the Universe, and the Tai Chi Fist and Sword techniques of Wudang had gradually merged into one. The two secretly praised Zhang Sanfeng's profound knowledge, truly deserving the title "unfathomable."

Zhao Min lightly struck three times with her palm, and the white blades flashed in the hall. Three attacked Yang Xiao, four attacked Wei Yixiao, and two others drew their weapons to subdue Zhou Zhiruo. Yang Xiao immediately seized a sword, wielding it with lightning speed, and stabbed one

of them with a backhand. Wei Yixiao, relying on his superb lightness skill, used the Xuan Yin Cotton Palm to knock down two enemies. But the enemy numbers were simply too great; for every one defeated, two more immediately rushed in.

Zhang Wuji was entangled with the Xuanming Elders and couldn't spare a moment to help. It wouldn't be difficult for him and Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao to escape unscathed, but rescuing Zhou Zhiruo was out of the question. Just as he was getting anxious, he heard Zhao Min suddenly shout, "Stop!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but her men obeyed instantly, leaping back.

Yang Xiao threw his longsword to the ground. Wei Yixiao, holding a single-edged sword he'd snatched from an enemy, casually tossed it back to its original owner, laughing heartily. Zhang Wuji saw a man holding a dagger to Zhou Zhiruo's back and couldn't help but look worried.

Zhou Zhiruo said sadly, "Young Master Zhang, please make yourselves at home.

I am deeply grateful for your kindness." Zhao Min smiled and said, "Young Master Zhang, such a beautiful woman is truly pitiful. Is she your beloved?"

Zhang Wuji blushed and said, "So what if I am?"

Zhao Min's face darkened, and she said, "You're determined to oppose me to the end, to destroy me, aren't you! Watch me scratch this woman's face..."

Wei Yixiao suddenly stretched out his palm, spat several times into it, wiped his hand on the sole of his shoe, and laughed loudly. Everyone was wondering what he was up to when suddenly a green shadow flashed.

Zhao Min felt a hand touch her left and right cheeks. When she looked at Wei Yixiao, he was already standing in the same spot, but now he had two short knives in his hands, which he had taken from someone's waist. Zhao Min's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong. She didn't dare to touch her cheek, so she quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped her face. Sure enough, the handkerchief was covered with a lot of black mud, which was obviously the filth from Wei Yixiao's shoes mixed with saliva. The thought made her want to vomit.

Wei Yixiao said, "Miss Zhao, if you want to ruin Miss Zhou's face, so be it. But you're so ruthless, I, Wei, won't let you get away with it. If you slash Miss Zhou's face today, I'll retaliate twice over, slashing twice. You slash her twice, I'll slash you four times. You cut off one of her fingers, I'll cut off two of yours."

With that, he clashed his two short knives together and added, "I, Wei, mean what I say. The Green-Winged Bat King always keeps his word; I've never uttered a single empty promise. You can guard against me for a year or two, but not for ten or eight years.

You want to send someone to kill me? You might not be able to catch me. Farewell!"

The moment he uttered the word "farewell," he vanished without a trace. With two sharp clinks, the two short knives flew into the pillars. Then came two cries of "Ouch!" and "Ah!" as the two foreign monks in the hall slowly sat down, their long swords snatched from their hands by Wei Yixiao, their pressure points simultaneously struck.

Wei Yixiao's words were spoken calmly, but everyone knew they were not empty threats. Seeing the black marks on Zhao Min's fair, delicate cheeks, stained with Wei Yixiao's filthy hands, everyone knew that if he had held a dagger first, her face would have been disfigured. His lightning-fast, ghostly movements were something even the most skilled martial artist couldn't defend against; even Zhang Wuji was ashamed of his own inferiority. In a long race, Zhang Wuji might have won with his internal strength, but to move with such divine grace in the courtyards and corridors was truly unparalleled.

Zhang Wuji bowed and said, "Miss Zhao, I apologize for my offense today. I'll take my leave." He then took Yang Xiao's hand and turned to leave the hall, knowing that under Wei Yixiao's powerful intimidation, Zhao Min wouldn't dare do anything to Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhao Min watched his retreating figure, both ashamed and angry, but she didn't order anyone to stop him.

Zhang Wuji and Yang Xiao returned to the inn, where Wei Yixiao was already waiting. The three talked for a long time, trying to find a way to rescue the people, but after much thought, they couldn't find a concrete solution, so they could only go to rest.

Yang Xiao booked four rooms, one for himself and one for Wei Yixiao, and the remaining two were for Zhang Wuji and the four women. When Zhang Wuji arrived at his room, he found that Xiao Zhao, Wang Nangu, and Hu Qingyang were still awake, waiting for his return. Yang Buhui, being pregnant, was exhausted from traveling these past two days and had already fallen asleep in the next room. Seeing that no one else was there, Zhang Wuji no longer held back and told them about his visit to Wan'an Temple that day. He also mentioned his future plans.

Zhang Wuji's ambition was not in the martial arts world, but in the world at large. However, he believed that while the Ming Cult was currently the strongest in the martial arts world, openly vying for supremacy would be difficult. If he could gain the support of the major sects, the situation would be completely different. Therefore, this rescue of the six major sects at Wan'an Temple is an event whose impact on the future of the Ming Cult cannot be underestimated.

After Zhang Wuji finished speaking, Xiao Zhao and Hu Qingyang didn't immediately notice anything amiss, but Poison Immortal Wang Nan Gu spoke up. "My husband's overall plan is excellent, but I have a humble opinion." However, she didn't continue speaking, only looking at Zhang Wuji with her affectionate eyes. She was afraid that Zhang Wuji would blame her for being talkative, so she waited for his instructions. Zhang Wuji naturally understood, and gently slapped her large and elastic buttocks, saying, "Remember, don't be so hesitant when there are no outsiders, or you'll be punished by the family rules!" He then pinched her buttocks. Although the pinch was quite painful, Poison Immortal Wang Nan Gu felt very pleased.

Wang Nangu, with a gentle, almost coquettish tone, leaned against Zhang Wuji again before continuing, "I'll remember this, but if you really intend to punish me with the flesh of the Southern Kingdom, then show no mercy.

I'd be happy to be punished to death." Just as Zhang Wuji was about to succumb to Wang Nangu's allure and wanted to pin her down, she abruptly changed the subject, saying, "Actually, among the six major sects, the Emei Sect is the most difficult to deal with in relation to the Ming Cult! And the Emei Sect was the leading force in the siege of Bright Peak. That Abbess Miejue is the most capable leader of the martial arts world after Zhang Zhenren of Wudang. Zhang Zhenren is already a demigod and cannot participate in worldly disputes. Therefore, if you want to unite the various martial arts sects, the Emei Sect is an unavoidable obstacle!"

Zhang Wuji frowned and said, "Actually, I understand this very well, but we have to do it anyway; we can't just sit and wait to die."

Wang Nangu smiled and said, "Sitting and waiting to die isn't necessary. Hearing about Zhou Zhiruo earlier, I was thinking that after Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect, it should be your childhood sweetheart who becomes the sect leader. If that's the case, then I have a rather wicked idea."

"Oh!?" Zhang Wuji was taken aback and said, "What wicked idea? Tell me?"

Wang Nangu said, "Let Abbess Miejue starve to death, then Zhou Zhiruo becomes the sect leader of the Emei Sect. My husband can marry Zhou Zhiruo, and then the Ming Cult and the Emei Sect will naturally be one family."

"That's a good idea! I heard Zhou Zhiruo is a fairy descended to earth; her beauty is beyond what ordinary women possess!" Hu Qingyang chimed in from the side.

"Yes, such a heavenly beauty, how could you miss her, my husband?" Wang Nangu said with a sly smile.

Zhang Wuji couldn't help but lewdly grin, saying, "Of course, since you say she's a fairy descended to earth, she must be incredibly beautiful! How could I miss her?" With that, he swept the Poison Fairy Wang Nangu into his arms and quickly stripped her naked. Zhang Wuji then began to fondle the Poison Fairy Wang Nangu in his arms.

Wang Nangu, already burning with desire, could no longer resist. "Ah... Husband... I want..." Xiao Zhao and Hu Qingyang, watching from the side, were also terrified, wishing they could immediately switch places with the Poison Fairy Wang Nangu and let Zhang Wuji caress them properly.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji suddenly stopped, lightly slapping the Poison Fairy Wang Nangu's alluring buttocks with a soft "smack," simultaneously bringing the three women back to their senses. He smugly rebuked, "What are you fussing about? Let's finish this business and then fuck you properly! Abbess Miejue is only in her early forties; if Zhou Zhiruo were to take over, I'd be too old!"

Poison Immortal Wang Nangu composed herself and said, "If my husband wants someone to starve to death, I have plenty of ways!

It'll be absolutely discreet!"

Zhang Wuji involuntarily kissed her and said, "Good, good, that makes sense. Actually, I've thought about these things too, but I haven't come up with a good method yet. Have you come up with an idea?"

"Yes, it's not a brilliant idea, but it should be somewhat useful." Wang Nangu was overjoyed by Zhang Wuji's kiss.

Zhang Wuji thought for a moment, then kissed the lovely woman in his arms again. But thinking of Abbess Miejue's stunning figure, he felt a pang of reluctance. Let Abbess Miejue die? That was absolutely out of the question. The best way was to make her his woman, his concubine, so that the Emei Sect and the Ming Cult could become one family!

"Alright, business over, let's begin the sex!" Seeing Zhang Wuji's lewd grin, she said. Her eyes gleamed with lust, and how could the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu not understand such a look? Without another word, she rolled off the ground and knelt before Zhang Wuji, opening her cherry-like mouth to begin her service. Her oral skills were so adept, even more refined than Xiao Zhao and Hu Qingyang, causing Zhang Wuji to let out strange cries. After

Wang Nangu had been licking for a while, Zhang Wuji felt an unquenchable lust in his lower abdomen. He suddenly stood up, placed the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu on a chair, grabbed her alluring jade legs, and aimed his large penis directly at her tempting little red spot. With a sudden thrust, he struck her target, and a great battle began.

Zhang Wuji crossed the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu's legs over her body, then lifted her up completely, making her heart race, almost bursting forth. Zhang Wuji's enormous penis was completely inserted into her jade cave. He gently tossed the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu upwards, and as she fell, he forcefully thrust his hard, iron-like penis upwards to meet her. "Ah..." Poison Immortal Wang Nangu let out a moving scream, desperately twisting her body, as if both welcoming and trying to escape. But Zhang Wuji paid no attention to any of this; at this moment, he had only one thought: to enjoy this beautiful woman to his heart's content.

These past few days of traveling, enduring wind and rain, had left him without any enjoyment. Zhang Wuji craved it, and Wang Nangu craved it as well.

Zhang Wuji stood firmly on the ground, while Poison Immortal Wang Nangu seemed to be clinging to him, her legs wrapped around his back, her arms around his neck, only her jade cave tightly connected to his incredibly thick male organ, her entire being at his mercy. Zhang Wuji no longer resorted to relentless, aggressive thrusts. Instead, he only thrust his large penis upwards with force when the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu landed. The force of her descent combined with his upward thrusts ensured that the glans of his penis pierced her clitoris each time. Under this intense stimulation, the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu would involuntarily rise upwards, and Zhang Wuji would then gently lift her up with a slight assist. This process repeated itself until, before long, the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu could no longer fly upwards, and the height of her upward thrusts decreased each time. Knowing that she was at her limit, Zhang Wuji suddenly picked her up and walked towards the wall, continuing to fuck her as he walked. Upon reaching the wall, they saw Zhang Wuji pressing her back against it, but not putting her down. Just as the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu looked at him, bewildered, Zhang Wuji suddenly went berserk, thrusting his massive penis rapidly, causing Wang Nangu to babble incoherently.

"Ah...ah...ah...husband...good...so good..."

"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore..."

"I'm dying, I'm dying, you're so cruel!" Wang Nangu screamed hoarsely, but Zhang Wuji showed no mercy. Seemingly tired of the position, he picked her up again, continuing to fuck her as he walked, until they reached the table. He placed her on it, not withdrawing his enormous penis, but letting her half-lie on the table, leaning against the tabletop behind it. He grabbed her ankles, spread them apart, and with a low growl, thrust his entire penis inside her again. Wang Nangu responded intensely.

"Ah... Husband... I can't take it anymore. Ah... Ya..."

"Good, I'm dying... Ah, it's killing me..." As Zhang Wuji's thrusting frequency increased, the Poison Immortal Wang Nan Gu's reaction became even stronger. Each time Zhang Wuji thrust in, he would go all the way in, until the head of his penis touched the clitoris or the uterine wall before stopping, and when he pulled out, he would pull out forcefully, leaving only the head of his penis stuck inside her vagina, and the more he thrust, the faster and more forcefully he went in.

"I'm dying, I'm really dying... What a cruel heart..." she moaned, her body twisting and turning with each of Zhang Wuji's thrusts, making it unclear whether she was welcoming his arrival or avoiding his attack.

Zhang Wuji felt increasingly excited, looking at the Poison Immortal Wang Nan Gu writhing and yielding beneath him, his sense of accomplishment was extremely strong. Poison Immortal Wang Nan Gu's pleas for mercy did not elicit any pity from him; instead, they spurred him to thrust even more brutally into his massive, engorged member, relentlessly assaulting the beautiful married woman until…

“Ah, ahhhhhh, ah… I can’t take it anymore…”

In a final burst of lust, Poison Immortal Wang Nan Gu, whose buttocks had been unable to move, suddenly thrust back with tremendous force. Her limbs, like octopuses, clung tightly to Zhang Wuji’s imposing body. The walls of her vagina writhed violently, as if trying to sever the invading member. Then, after a moment of uncontrollable trembling, a stream of cool vaginal fluid gushed from the depths of her womb, showering Zhang Wuji with intense pleasure. This was her sixth orgasm in half an hour. After her release, the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu collapsed, limbs spread wide on the table. A slightly yellowish, transparent fluid flowed from her vulva, running down her thighs and dripping onto the floor. Seeing this lewd scene, Zhang Wuji's already pent-up lust intensified. He grabbed Xiao Zhao, who was watching and masturbating nearby, and pulled her beneath him, going straight to the point without any foreplay.

Having watched the two engage in their passionate lovemaking for so long, Xiao Zhao was already itching to be with him. Her vagina was already soaked, so although Zhang Wuji went straight to the point, it only caused her a sudden surge of pleasure; the pain was insignificant compared to the accompanying feeling of fullness. Zhang Wuji relentlessly attacked Wang Nangu, becoming especially excited each time he fucked Xiao Zhao.

At this moment, Xiao Zhao only knew how to demand, "Okay, ah... Husband, fuck me to death, fuck me to death!"

"Ah..." Zhang Wuji naturally didn't hold back, each thrust more ferocious and forceful than the last.

"Alright, I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, heh!!" With a tiger's roar, he thrust even more violently. Xiao Zhao was pinned to the ground, desperately twisting her alluring, plump buttocks from side to side to resist Zhang Wuji.

But because she was controlled beneath Zhang Wuji, her range of movement was limited, mostly enticing Zhang Wuji to launch even more ferocious attacks.

"Dare to dodge? I'll fuck you to death, see if you're not obedient!"

"Ah...ah...ya...no more...I won't do it again. Ah..." Her pitiful pleas only fueled Zhang Wuji's ferocity; he felt he wouldn't be satisfied until he completely devoured this beauty before him. So, he became even more ferocious, pulling his large penis completely out, leaving only the tip of the glans against her vulva, and then thrusting downwards with a sudden thud.

"Ah...it's pierced through..." Zhang Wuji's large glans pressed against Xiao Zhao's uterine wall before stopping. Then, he repeated the action, only faster and faster. Under such intense stimulation, Xiao Zhao writhed in pleasure, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over her. Finally, she climaxed again. Seeing that she was truly exhausted, Zhang Wuji had no choice but to suppress his urge to continue.

Zhang Wuji left Xiao Zhao's body and turned to Hu Qingyang. Seeing him turn to her, Hu Qingyang was overjoyed. When she saw his large, erect penis, which had once brought her to the brink of death, still pointing straight to the ceiling after subduing two stamina-loving beauties, she became even more excited. She was already completely naked. Without waiting for Zhang Wuji's instructions, she turned around and timidly lay prone on the ground, presenting her snow-white, plump, and elastic buttocks, which would tempt any man to commit a crime, to Zhang Wuji, as if offering herself to a god. How could Zhang Wuji remain unmoved by such a beautiful sight? He knelt behind Hu Qingyang, caressing her familiar yet still irresistibly alluring buttocks with both hands. After kissing them, he aimed his large penis at Hu Qingyang's equally alluring jade cave, thrusting forward. And so, a new battle began.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." With a long moan, Hu Qingyang climaxed for the fourth time; she was too weak to continue.

Zhang Wuji didn't press further. He was also nearing his climax. He had originally intended to ejaculate within Hu Qingyang, but since she was no longer able, he gave up. Although Poison Immortal Wang Nan Gu and Xiao Zhao were both unconscious, he still favored Xiao Zhao more. After all, Xiao Zhao was the most caring and obedient. With Xiao Zhao by his side, Zhang Wuji felt like Wei Xiaobao with Shuang'er—of course, Xiao Zhao was definitely more beautiful and captivating than Shuang'er. So he turned to Xiao Zhao, who was still unconscious on the ground, and lifted her legs again, making her vulva face higher. With a soft "plop," he entered Xiao Zhao's body again.

Xiao Zhao had rested for a while, and was awakened by his stimulation. Seeing that Zhang Wuji was going to fuck her again, she was a little scared and said, "Husband, please spare me, I really can't take it anymore."

Zhang Wuji was too lazy to talk anymore and only said, "Xiao Zhao, I'm almost there too. Here you go, hurry!"

Then he sealed her trembling mouth with his mouth, hooked out her tempting tongue and bit it with his teeth. Then, the final battle began. He controlled Xiao Zhao's waist with both hands, coordinating with his thrusts, making her vulva face him, while his big meat stick thrust in and out forcefully.

Each time he pulled out, a lot of her juices would come out with his big meat stick, but there was no time to look. After a series of thrusts, Zhang Wuji knew he had reached his climax. He fucked Xiao Zhao's cunt with his big meat stick, even more fiercely and violently. His already enormous penis swelled again, and Xiao Zhao knew he was about to ejaculate. She mustered her remaining strength and used her last bit of power to thrust her large buttocks forward to meet him. After another hundred or so thrusts, Zhang Wuji suddenly pulled Xiao Zhao's buttocks forcefully towards his body, while pressing down hard. His massive penis plunged completely into Xiao Zhao's vagina, directly into her uterus, the head of his penis pressing against the familiar uterine wall once more. Then, Zhang Wuji erupted, a thick stream of semen violently shooting from the enormous urethral opening at the tip of his penis, directly into Xiao Zhao's uterus, wave after wave, until it filled the entire uterus. Scalded by this molten semen, Xiao Zhao also climaxed again, ejaculating a stream of vaginal fluid in response, before fainting once more.

Zhang Wuji's massive penis ejaculated the last drop of semen, but seemingly still unsatisfied, it twitched a few times before gradually shrinking. Zhang Wuji, having completely released his pent-up desire, fell into a comfortable sleep.

The entire room was deathly silent, a stark contrast to the earth-shattering noise just moments before. If one listened closely, one could still hear sounds, but these were merely the heavy breathing of the four men who had just finished their vigorous activity.

When Zhang Wuji awoke, it was still dark. He looked around at the beautiful scenery. The Poison Immortal Wang Nangu lay on the table, her limbs limply draped beside her, swaying slightly in the air. Her vulva had stopped flowing with vaginal fluid, but what had previously flowed had dried and congealed on her dark pubic hair, sticking it together. Hu Qingyang lay on the ground, seemingly not even turning over in her sleep, almost causing Zhang Wuji to lose control and caress her again. Looking at Xiao Zhao lying at his feet, she was also fast asleep. A clear white line extended from her ravaged yet alluring vulva, running down her thigh and echoing a white mark beneath her plump buttocks. This was naturally due to the excessive amount of semen he had ejaculated, which her uterus couldn't absorb, resulting in overflow.

Seeing his spoils, Zhang Wuji felt a surge of triumph. Xiao Zhao, Wang Nangu, and Hu Qingyang were all stunning beauties, and these three beauties were completely submissive to him, sharing his affections—he was enjoying the best of both worlds. But he wasn't satisfied. He wanted more beauties to submit to him; he wanted all the beauties to become his playthings. Thinking of this, that chilling, wicked smile reappeared on his face.

He hoisted the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu onto his shoulder, tucked Xiao Zhao and Hu Qingyang under his armpits, and placed the three women on the bed before getting into bed himself. It seemed another life-or-death battle was about to begin.

Chapter 93 The Most Beautiful Woman Under Heaven

After a lavish and decadent feast, Wang Nangu, Hu Qingyang, and Xiao Zhao were thoroughly satisfied, and Zhang Wuji, for the first time, felt completely gratified. Previously, even when engaging in illicit relations with multiple women, he often had to restrain himself. Only after Wang Nangu and Hu Qingyang joined him could he enjoy himself more fully, but even then, he had to restrain himself somewhat. Only today did he finally release all his pent-up desire. Of course, he knew this was all thanks to Wang Nangu's involvement; she alone could vent about half of his pent-up desire, and Hu Qingyang and Xiao Zhao were no pushovers either, allowing him to completely unleash his passion.

Completely satisfied, Luo Jingtian smiled contentedly—a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart. It was already past midnight when Zhang Wuji finally drifted off to sleep, satisfied.

The next morning, Zhang Wuji was slightly awakened by a sound at the window. He opened his eyes to find the window slowly opening, and someone peering in and staring at him. Startled, he lifted the curtain to see that the person's face was covered in scars, ugly and terrifying—it was the Bitter Monk. Even more shocked, he leaped out of bed, only to find the Bitter Monk still staring blankly at him, showing no intention of harming him.

Zhang Wuji knew he was the Right Envoy of Light and immediately called out, "Left Envoy Yang! Bat King Wei!" Yang and Wei responded in unison from the next room. The Bitter Monk's face had already disappeared from the window. He quickly jumped out and saw the Bitter Monk hurriedly leaving through the main gate. Yang and Wei arrived at this time, and seeing no other enemies, the three of them set off after the Bitter Monk.

It was dawn, and the streets were deserted; they soon exited through the north gate. The ascetic monk continued onward, turning onto a side path. After walking another seven or eight li, he arrived at a rocky hill, where he stopped, turned around, waved to Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao, signaling them to step aside, and then clasped his hands in a respectful bow to Zhang Wuji.

The ascetic monk bowed deeply to Zhang Wuji, saying, "This humble one is Fan Yao, Right Envoy of the Brightness Sect, paying respects to the Sect Leader.

I respectfully thank the Sect Leader for sparing my life. I have been rude and offensive; please forgive me." He hadn't spoken for over ten years, and his voice now sounded quite unnatural.

Zhang Wuji was both surprised and delighted. This mute monk had not only spoken, but was also the Right Envoy of the sect. This was completely unexpected. He quickly reached out to help him up and said, "So it is the Right Envoy of our sect, Fan. I am overjoyed. We are family, no need for formalities."

When Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao came to Luanshigang with him, they had already guessed three-tenths of what was going on. However, Fan Yao's appearance had changed so much that they dared not recognize him immediately. When they saw him display his martial arts, they guessed seven or eight parts of the truth. When they heard him introduce himself, the two rushed forward and tightly grasped his hands. Yang Xiao gazed at his face for a long time, tears streaming down his face, and said, "Brother Fan, I've missed you terribly."

Fan Yao hugged Yang Xiao and said, "Brother, thank you for the protection of the Mingzun, for bestowing upon us such a capable person as the Sect Leader. We brothers will surely meet again someday."

Yang Xiao asked, "Brother, how did you become like this?"

Fan Yao replied, "If I hadn't disfigured myself, how could I have fooled that treacherous Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand?"

Upon hearing this, the three realized that he had deliberately disfigured himself to infiltrate the enemy's ranks. Yang Xiao was even more heartbroken and said, "Brother, this has been so hard on you." Yang Xiao and Fan Yao were once known in the martial arts world as the "Two Immortals of Xiaoyao," both handsome and dashing men. Fan Yao had actually mutilated himself to such an ugly state; his painstaking efforts were truly beyond the reach of ordinary people. Wei Yixiao and Fan Yao had always been at odds, but at this moment, Wei Yixiao was deeply moved and bowed, saying, "Right Envoy Fan, only today do I truly submit to you." Fan Yao knelt down and returned the bow, laughing, "Wei Bat King's lightness skill is unparalleled, even more wondrous than before. Last night, the Bitter Monk was truly amazed."

The three were naturally overjoyed at their reunion. At this moment, Fan Yao revealed Zhao Min's background and her scheming schemes in detail.

Zhao Min was originally the daughter of Ruyang Prince, the Grand Marshal of the Yuan Dynasty, and her Mongolian name was Minmin Temur. Zhao Min's title was Princess Shaomin. Because of her martial arts background and love of dressing and speaking like a Han Chinese, she adopted a Han name, Zhao Min, which came from her title "Princess Shaomin."

In fact, Prince Ruyang had always wanted to destroy the martial arts sects and gangs. Over a decade ago, he adopted Cheng Kun's plan, and his first step was to eliminate the Ming Cult. At that time, Fan Yao carefully considered the situation. The Ming Cult was plagued by internal strife and faced a powerful external enemy; its demise was imminent. The only way to save it was to infiltrate the Prince's residence, uncover his plans, and then rescue him. There was no other good solution. Therefore,

the following... Zhao Min led warriors and monks from the Mongol, Han, and Western Regions forces in a major offensive against the various sects and gangs. Cheng Kun secretly aided her in her plan, intending to seize the opportunity during the siege of Bright Peak by the six major sects, with Zhao Min leading a large number of experts to plunder and wipe out the Ming Cult and the six major sects in one fell swoop. The poisoning at Green Willow Manor and other incidents stemmed from this. However, Fan Yao was ordered to protect Prince Ruyang at the time and was unable to participate in the Western Regions campaign, thus only learning of the plot later. Fan Yao stated that although he remained completely undetected in Prince Ruyang's residence, because he came from the Western Regions, Zhao Min prevented him from participating in the Western Regions campaign; perhaps this was also Cheng Kun's idea

. Min secretly poisoned the food of the six major sects' masters returning from Bright Peak with "Ten Fragrance Tendon-Softening Powder," a poison presented by a monk from the Western Regions. This powder was colorless and odorless; mixed in with the food, who could detect it? Once the poison took effect, their muscles and bones immediately became weak and sore. After several days, although they could move normally, they could no longer exert any internal strength. Therefore, within a month, the masters of the six major sects who had gone on the expedition to Bright Peak were all captured. However, they were discovered poisoning the third group led by Kongxing of the Shaolin sect, and a real fight ensued.

Kongxing was killed by A-San, and the rest... Unable to defeat the Xuanming Elders, the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows, and A'Da, A'Er, A'San, and others, more than ten of them died before being captured.

Yang Xiao then briefly explained to Fan Yao that the Ming Cult had decided to set aside past grievances and unite against the Mongols, and also recounted the oath-taking ceremony at Butterfly Valley, therefore, it was imperative to rescue all the masters.

Fan Yao said, "The enemy outnumbers us. With just the four of us, it's difficult to accomplish this. We must find the antidote for the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder, give it to those stinking monks, nuns, and Taoist priests, and once they regain their inner strength, we can rush out in a swarm, catching the Tartars off guard, and then escape from Dadu together." "

The Ming Cult has always been an enemy of the prestigious Shaolin and Wudang sects, and his words were utterly disrespectful to the masters of the six major sects.

Yang Xiao tried to signal to him, but Fan Yao ignored him. Zhang Wuji, however, was unconcerned about such trivial matters and clapped his hands, saying, 'Right Envoy Fan is right, but I wonder how we can obtain the antidote for the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder?'

Fan Yao replied, 'I never speak, so although the Princess treats me with great respect, she never discusses anything important with me. It's rather disheartening to have her talking to herself without the other responding. Furthermore, I come from a small country in the Western Regions, so she doesn't consider me a confidant. Therefore, I have no way of knowing what the antidote for the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder is. However, I know this matter is of great importance, and I have been keeping a close eye on it for some time. If I'm not mistaken, then the poison and the antidote are managed by the Xuanming Elders, one in charge of the poison and the other in charge of the antidote, and they often take turns managing them.'" "

Since that's the case, then things are simple. Just capture the Xuanming Elders!" Wei Yixiao said smugly.

Fan Yao shook his head and said, "I think that's a bit difficult, but there's a loophole with that Lu Zhangke.

He's a womanizer by nature. If Wei Fuwang can capture Ruyang Wang's most beloved concubine and put her in Lu Zhangke's bed, I can make him hand over the antidote."

"That's a good idea." Yang Xiao nodded.

Fan Yao said, "Then this matter will have to be handled by Brother Wei. You use your lightness skill to kidnap Ruyang Wang's concubine and put her in Lu Zhangke's bed. This old man will most likely lose his temper and go on a wild rampage. Even if he manages to stop himself at the last minute, I'll barge into the room and make sure he can't defend himself or clear his name. He'll have no choice but to obediently hand over the antidote."

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao clapped their hands and laughed at the same time, "This method of framing is brilliant!" "No matter how cunning Lu Zhangke is, he'll still get a beating."

Zhang Wuji was both annoyed and amused, but then he thought that it would be a pity if Lu Zhangke took advantage of the Prince of Ruyang's beloved concubine. To become the favorite concubine of the Grand Marshal of the Armed Forces, this woman must be an absolute beauty. Otherwise, with so many women in the world, why would she be chosen as a favorite concubine? Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji said with some reluctance, "It's just a pity that the Prince of Ruyang's beloved concubine will suffer."

Fan Yao laughed and said, "If the leader is worried about this, I'll rush into the room early. As long as Lu Zhangke doesn't take advantage of her, that's fine."

Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "I'll go too." He thought to himself, "With such a beauty, I absolutely cannot miss this opportunity."

The four of them, having finalized their plan, split up to go into the city and get to work. Yang Xiao went to buy a mount and hire a carriage. Zhang Wuji prepared a dose of anesthetic, and to mask its effects, he added three spices, making the wine even more mellow and fragrant.

Wei Yixiao, however, went to the market and bought a large cloth bag, waiting for nightfall to have the Prince of Ruyang's mansion abduct the princess.

Fan Yao and the two elders of Xuanming, to guard the masters of the major sects, stayed at the nearby Wan'an Temple. Zhao Min remained at the Prince's mansion, only... Fan Yao only came to the temple by carriage in the evenings when he had to practice martial arts. After taking the anesthetic back to Wan'an Temple, he thought of the Ming Cult's fragmentation over the past twenty years, and how its resurgence was now a possibility. He felt a sense of relief, realizing that all the suffering he had endured had not been in vain

. Zhang Wuji, with his high martial arts skills and extremely benevolent character, was truly admirable.

Returning to the inn, Zhang Wuji remembered that he had the Poison Immortal Wang Nangu by his side. He immediately understood that he didn't necessarily need to ask Lu Zhangke for the antidote, so he went to ask Wang Nangu if she could make an antidote for the "Ten Fragrance Soft Bone Powder." "

Ten Fragrance Soft Bone Powder!?" Wang Nangu was taken aback. She said, "I can concoct the antidote, but the pharmacies in the capital probably don't have the necessary herbs. You'll have to collect them yourself. Also, the antidote needs a month of refining to be ready!"

"So long!?" Zhang Wuji thought. If that were the case, even by the time Wang Nangu produced the antidote, the six major sects would be practically wiped out. Left with no other choice, he could only follow Fan Yao's plan.

Originally, stealing the Prince of Ruyang's beloved concubine was supposed to be a solo operation by Wei Yixiao. However, Zhang Wuji suggested a feint, arguing that Wei Yixiao's abduction would inevitably alert the guards. Zhang Wuji then shared his plan with Wei Yixiao, who repeatedly praised Zhang Wuji's wisdom.

Sure enough, that night, Wei Yixiao and Zhang Wuji arrived at the Prince of Ruyang's residence. Finding it heavily guarded and filled with the Prince's numerous concubines, Wei Yixiao spent a considerable amount of time leading the Prince's beloved concubine, Han Ji, to the room described by Fan Yao.

Unexpectedly, this kidnapping alerted the guards. Wei Yixiao then handed Han Ji over to Zhang Wuji, who was waiting outside the residence, and fled in the opposite direction with an empty bundle. The guards quickly pursued Wei Yixiao, while Zhang Wuji, pulling a carriage, swaggered away with the Prince of Ruyang's most beautiful and favored concubine.

Zhang Wuji had already devised his plan. First, he found an inn near Wan'an Temple. He planned to take the captured Han Ji to his pre-booked room and enjoy her to his heart's content, completely conquering this beauty before proceeding with the next step of his plan.

Upon arriving at the room, Zhang Wuji opened his bundle. Under a sheet, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman dressed only in pajamas. She was probably in her early twenties, with fair, smooth skin that shone like jade under the light, as white and smooth as milk. Her tight-fitting sheer blouse, bound by silk ribbons, accentuated her high, sexy breasts, which were exquisitely curvaceous. Two delicate, lotus-root-like arms peeked out from the cuffs, and the slanted neckline couldn't conceal the undulating peaks of her breasts, which gleamed with a crystal-clear, jade-like luster. Her slender, tall figure exudes youthful energy, revealing both the purity and innocence unique to beautiful women and a hidden allure and sexiness. Her two jade-like legs appear rounded and taut, displaying beautiful curves from bottom to top. Straight, snow-white, and perfectly rounded, her long and delicate legs are real and smooth. Her beautifully curved, rounded, and high buttocks are lightly concealed by a white short skirt. Her plump and beautiful ankles and delicate, well-proportioned toes are vaguely visible under the crystal silk, and each pink nipple is tender and alluring, making one want to play with it and kiss it lightly.

Seeing this beauty's face, a face that would make men swoon and women envious, her long, thick eyelashes veiled misty autumn eyes. Her completely bare face was more radiant than any makeup, her delicate eyebrows more perfect than any enhancement, and her full, luscious lips beneath her elegant nose were captivating. Every smile and frown was enough to ignite a fire in Zhang Wuji's heart.

Zhang Wuji had to admit that this concubine of the Prince of Ruyang was one of the four most beautiful women in the world of *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, her charm unparalleled. Calling her the most beautiful and beloved concubine in the world wouldn't be an exaggeration, and Zhang Wuji later indeed called this woman named Han Ji.

"Husband, has she returned?" At this moment, Wang Nangu appeared in the room.

Zhang Wuji nodded and said, "Look, it's her. You need to hurry, Wei Yixiao is waiting for me to send her back!"

When Wang Nangu saw this most beautiful concubine in the world, even though she was a woman, she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. She was simply too beautiful. "No wonder you were moved, husband. This woman is simply made of milk and water, so beautiful!!"

"Nangu, don't just admire her and forget to work..." Zhang Wuji urged.

"Oh, I know. I'll draw her appearance now, and in half an hour I can create a beauty with the exact same face as her!" Wang Nangu said, carefully drawing the face of the beauty in front of her on the paper!

It turned out that Zhang Wuji's plan was not simply to enjoy this most beautiful concubine in the world and then return her to frame Lu Zhangke. Instead, he had paid a prostitute, then had Wang Nangu make a disguise for her based on Han Ji's face, and then had the prostitute impersonate Han Ji to take the blame. Wei Yixiao waited by Wan'an Temple for Zhang Wuji to bring him the woman. Little did he know that Zhang Wuji had switched Han Ji with someone else. He waited half an hour before Han Ji finally arrived. And the person who brought her wasn't Zhang Wuji, but Wang Nangu. Wei Yixiao didn't ask where Zhang Wuji was; he grabbed his bundle and went to frame Lu Zhangke.

And Zhang Wuji? Of course, he was enjoying the company of Han Ji, the most beautiful and beloved concubine in the land, at the inn!

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