[Wuxia Time Travel] The Alluring Beauty of the Heavenly Sword (Complete) - 13

Chapter 94

After Wang Nangu, the most beautiful concubine in the world, left, Zhang Wuji released the pressure points on Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world. To him, raping an unconscious woman was no different from necrophilia, which was what he disliked the most. He preferred strong resistance and struggle, especially with Zhao Min, with whom he had already tasted the pleasure of rape. Therefore, with the beauty before him, Zhang Wuji naturally wanted to try something he had never done before.

"Where is this!? You...who are you?" Han Ji, having her pressure points released, saw herself being held by a man, and this was not her room, so she immediately cried out in surprise.

Zhang Wuji held her, pressing her firm breasts against his chest, and the desire he had been suppressing resurfaced. So, Zhang Wuji, half-asleep, whispered in the ear of Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the land, "My beloved concubine, the Prince of Ruyang no longer wants you. He has bestowed you upon me, so from today onwards, I am your husband. I love you so much, I want you!" As he spoke, his hands began to move.

"Impossible... The Prince wouldn't bestow me upon someone else!" Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the land, tried to push Zhang Wuji away, but he was surprisingly strong. She couldn't budge him and was instead forced down onto the bed.

Lying on the bed, Han Ji wanted to call for help, but then she remembered her status. If outsiders discovered her lying on top of a man, the Prince of Ruyang would surely kill her. For the Prince, a woman who had lost her virginity was a betrayal; he had always dealt with women who committed adultery by beheading. Thinking of the fates of the prince's other concubines, Han Ji dared not cry for help.

Another reason was that although she was the most beloved concubine of Prince Ruyang, he was away fighting wars 365 days a year and rarely returned to favor her. The most beautiful concubine in the land, Han Ji, hadn't been intimate with Prince Ruyang in a long time. Now, with this young and strong man's large hands groping her body, she felt weak and could only offer token resistance.

To be honest, Zhang Wuji wasn't bad-looking, and his strong physique exuded a domineering aura. The embarrassing image of her dreaming of intimacy with her prince charming resurfaced in Han Ji's mind.

Because she lived a life of virtual widowhood, Han Ji inevitably had such fantasies. In fact, all women have such fantasies, regardless of status or wealth.

Faced with the allure of the beautiful woman, Zhang Wuji could no longer resist. He reached behind and embraced Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, his hands grasping her bare, shapely breasts. Those mounds were larger than any woman he had ever conquered, soft and elastic to the touch.

Han Ji no longer resisted, only letting out a soft "humph," her body trembling even more violently.

Zhang Wuji pressed his lips to the back of Han Ji's snow-white neck, gently sucking, his tongue gliding over her smooth skin, raising slight goosebumps.

Zhang Wuji's palms caressed Han Ji's breasts, feeling her two small nipples harden, so he used one hand to lift Han Ji's nightgown.

"Ah!" Han Ji, perhaps afraid that her nightgown would show the lines of her underwear on her buttocks, was wearing thin silk panties.

From behind, her perfectly rounded, snow-white, and shapely legs were simply flawless, causing Zhang Wuji's erection to press firmly against her buttocks.

Han Ji, the most beautiful and favored concubine in the world, knew what was pressing against her, and began to tremble and moan.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Wuji parted Han Ji's buttocks, parted her panties, and reached his hand down her crotch. Her two large legs immediately closed, trapping Zhang Wuji's hand. He could feel the smooth, delicate muscles of her thighs twitching and trembling.

"Who are you? You…aren't you afraid the Prince will kill you?" Han Ji said in a trembling voice.

"Are you threatening me or provoking me?" Zhang Wuji sneered. "If you behave, I can take you as a concubine after I'm done with you. If you dare to resist, I'll throw you naked into the street and see if the Prince of Ruyang will still favor you then."

Han Ji, hearing Zhang Wuji's words, dared not utter a sound, for she knew the man on top of her was capable of doing so. In her mind, this man must be the Prince of Ruyang's enemy, currently retaliating by raping her.

Zhang Wuji used all his strength to turn Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, over. Lying on her back before Zhang Wuji, Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, had her captivating phoenix eyes tightly closed, her long, fan-shaped eyelashes trembling slightly, tears still wet on her cheeks, and her lips panting softly.

"Hehe, Han Ji, forgive my impulsiveness, because you are just too beautiful!" Zhang Wuji gently pressed his lips to her soft lips. She didn't struggle, but instead let Zhang Wuji on top of her suckle her tender tongue. Zhang Wuji greedily swallowed the fragrant saliva in her mouth, gulping down the sweet liquid.

At the same time, Zhang Wuji's penis, through the gap in his pants, thrust forcefully into her already overflowing honey garden. He pressed his chest against Han Ji's upper body, making her unable to move, while his lower body began to move vigorously.

The first thing Han Ji felt was a hot object constantly moving in and out of her lower body, waves of electricity slowly spreading throughout her body from bottom to top. "

What a tight and comfortable honey hole!" Zhang Wuji couldn't help but exclaim. It was like a warm, tight, fragrant world inside, making even men linger.

"To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is still romantic."

Zhang Wuji teased smugly, "No wonder you won the favor of the Prince of Ruyang. If I were him, I would take you with me even to war. You are simply a rare beauty, a gem!"

Despite being raped, Han Ji, the most beautiful and beloved concubine in the world, still buried her head in his chest in shame upon hearing Zhang Wuji's words, and said coquettishly, "You... you raped me."

"Did I make you feel good? How does it compare to the Prince of Ruyang?" Zhang Wuji completely ignored Han Ji's struggles and shyness, and teased her again, "Is my skill better than that Prince of Ruyang's? Tell me quickly..."

"I don't know..." Han Ji said, lowering her head.

"Don't know!?" Zhang Wuji mischievously cupped the face of Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, and kissed her red lips. Han Ji immediately understood what was happening and tried to push him away, but he held her head firmly, so she could only let him kiss her rosy, sweet lips. Her tongue

even involuntarily darted out to entwine with Zhang Wuji's. She felt both anger and pleasure towards the man who had just been so rough with her.

Seeing Han Ji's body go limp, Zhang Wuji's hands began to wander.

Han Ji, with Zhang Wuji's lecherous hands touching her body, suddenly became weak and powerless, moaning softly.

"Mmm..."

Han Ji's face flushed crimson, her breathing became rapid, and she let out a dreamy, soft gasp.

Zhang Wuji's heart pounded wildly, his erect penis trembling uncontrollably as it pressed firmly against the closed thighs of his most beautiful concubine, Han Ji.

Because Zhang Wuji's thrust was so forceful, Han Ji's body suddenly shuddered, her warm vulva sliding against his engorged penis.

Taking advantage of the moment, Zhang Wuji deftly flipped Han Ji onto the bed, turning her face up, and lay face-to-face with her, pressing down on her firmly.

The most beautiful concubine in the world, Han Ji, obediently allowed Zhang Wuji to press her down, her eyes still deeply fixed on the man she both hated and loved.

Zhang Wuji used both hands simultaneously, gently kneading Han Ji's abdomen, then slowly moving upwards, his palm cupping her left breast. Whenever she showed displeasure, he stopped. Finally, Zhang Wuji's hand grasped her entire breast. Beads of sweat appeared on Han Ji's forehead, but she did not resist.

Zhang Wuji's hands caressed Han Ji's full breasts, kneading and stretching them in various shapes.

Han Ji's cheeks flushed, and her furrowed brows pained Zhang Wuji. As Zhang Wuji continued to play with her, the two fleshy mounds on her nipples gradually protruded, lightly pricking his palms through her bra.

Zhang Wuji pressed his palm against the fleshy orb, rubbing it incessantly. Suddenly, he heard her let out a soft "humph." Looking up, he saw that Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, had relaxed her furrowed brows and was beginning to enjoy the physical pleasure. Her body, untouched by anyone other than the Prince of Ruyang, was exceptionally sensitive to the touch of a strange man.

Zhang Wuji stroked Han Ji's rosy cheeks with his light stubble. The mature woman's fragrance deeply intoxicated him. His desire surged, and he leaned in to kiss her lips, whispering, "How can I make you happy?"

His hands began to wander, caressing Han Ji's full, voluptuous breasts. He exclaimed repeatedly, "Amazing! Such huge, beautiful breasts! I really envied the former Prince of Ruyang, but from now on, they can only belong to me!! Understand?" With that, he grabbed a handful forcefully!

"Ah...it hurts...it hurts..." Han Ji cried out, her face pale, clearly unable to withstand Zhang Wuji's forceful grip!

Zhang Wuji snorted, "Good that you know pain! You were captured by your enemies, luckily I found you and saved you! Your enemies told me you're the woman of the Prince of Ruyang! Hmph, so what if you're the Prince of Ruyang's woman? I saved your life, there are only two ways to deal with you. The first is to rape you and then kill you and dump your body in the streets. The second way is for you to change your name and follow me, become my woman, and enjoy happiness for the rest of your life! You decide!"

As Zhang Wuji spoke, he glanced at Han Ji, whose eyes were full of pleading, clearly wanting him to accept the second option.

"Very well, then you'll obediently become my woman, now let's consummate our marriage!" Zhang Wuji said, pulling out his large penis and then forcefully digging his fingers into her honeyed orifice.

"Ah..." Han Ji, the most beautiful and pampered concubine in the world, couldn't help but let out another moving moan.

Zhang Wuji knew that to conquer this stunningly beautiful young woman, he needed to bring her immense pleasure in bed. However, to achieve complete victory in the bedroom, mere intercourse was far from sufficient; therefore, flirting became Zhang Wuji's best method.

So, Zhang Wuji didn't continue exploring further. Sensing that his most beautiful concubine, Han Ji, seemed to be writhing in unbearable discomfort, he quickly withdrew his fingers and began to focus on her upper body. Zhang Wuji's hands were already directly grasping her ample breasts, and she helplessly stopped resisting.

Han Ji's breasts were exceptionally large; Zhang Wuji's hands couldn't even grasp half of them. He could only roughly knead and squeeze the two mounds, supporting them from the bottom and pushing them towards the center. Under his bold teasing, Han Ji let out a soft moan.

Seeing Han Ji's blissful expression, Zhang Wuji suddenly grabbed her nipple and pulled hard.

Han Ji, the most beautiful and beloved concubine in the world, writhed slightly in pain. A trickle of liquid dripped onto Zhang Wuji's fingertip. He withdrew his finger, which was sticky with the white liquid, and then held it up to her face. With a wicked smile, Zhang Wuji asked, "What is this?"

Han Ji shyly turned away, burying her face in Zhang Wuji's chest. But Zhang Wuji wouldn't let her off the hook. He turned her around, put his finger to his nose, and exclaimed, "So fragrant!" He

then licked it, saying, "So sweet!"

Seeing Zhang Wuji's wicked grin, Han Ji playfully punched him, her face flushed with shyness. No wonder this woman was the most beloved concubine of the Prince of Ruyang. Even when being raped, she could still shyly flirt. Her captivating posture would make any man unable to resist.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Wuji gave Han Ji a shove, exposing the resentful woman's buttocks. Suspended on the bed, Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, remained oblivious to his wicked intentions and pressed herself even closer.

Zhang Wuji's large hand once again caressed Han Ji's abdomen, circling around her round navel. "Truly perfect. People say women with big buttocks are fertile. You must have ten or eight children with me in the future..." Zhang Wuji distracted Han Ji with his words while probing the edge of her panties with his fingers. Just as she spoke, he suddenly inserted his fingers into her panties, his palm pressing against her dense forest. His middle and index fingers once again plunged deeply into her wet, sweet passage.

Zhang Wuji's fingers gently swirled inside her honeyed cave, then slowly withdrew, caressing the two plump petals and tracing the shape of the entire peach with his fingers. The honeyed fluid flowed more and more, covering Zhang Wuji's hand.

As Zhang Wuji's fingers continued to rub the clitoris at the tip, Han Ji, the most beautiful and beloved concubine in the world, finally released her grip, her soft body leaning against him. Her swollen clitoris grew larger and larger, and Zhang Wuji tried to grasp it with his hand, but it kept slipping away.

With great difficulty, Zhang Wuji pressed it down with his fingertips, first rubbing it around, then pressing down with his fingers, gradually increasing the pressure until it seemed as if he wanted to force the clitoris into the flower bud.

Han Ji's breathing grew heavier, and as Zhang Wuji continued his caresses, his fingers eventually penetrated completely into her flower chamber. The delicate flesh wrapped around his fingers layer by layer, and Zhang Wuji rotated his fingers, squeezing the warm, tender flesh. Countless soft, delicate flesh massaged his fingers like tentacles.

Zhang Wuji thrust his fingers in and out, feeling his fingertips reach the deepest part of the honeyed passage—the flower's core.

With each light poke of Zhang Wuji's finger, Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, trembled incessantly, and the honeyed fluid from her honey cave gushed out incessantly. His palm, her entire lower body, and her small panties were soaked and sticky, with the spring water flowing down her cleavage.

Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, writhed in the man's arms, and Zhang Wuji's penis, stimulated by her, became even harder and erect, pressing hard against her buttocks.

Then, Zhang Wuji slightly adjusted his position, grabbed Han Ji's right hand and pressed it against his swollen member. Seeing her flinch, he whispered in her ear, "What? Haven't you done it with the Prince of Ruyang?"

Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, pinched Zhang Wuji's swollen member hard, and Zhang Wuji groaned in pain. His left hand then retaliated by stirring violently inside her.

Han Ji, the most beautiful and pampered concubine in the world, tried to twist her legs to avoid his attacks, but Zhang Wuji moved his arms in response to her movements, which had no effect on him.

"Compared to the Prince of Ruyang, this young man is much better," Han Ji thought to herself, her breathing quickening, her hot breath hitting Zhang Wuji's face.

"Such a beautiful body. It's such a waste that you're with that old geezer, the Prince of Ruyang. Only someone like me can make you happy, right?" Zhang Wuji's fingers freely invaded her soft flesh, prying open her engorged clitoris and gently kneading it. His other hand was also free, pinching her nipples, which were swollen from stimulation, and pressing his entire palm against her full, hemispherical breasts, rotating and caressing them.

"Ah...no..." Han Ji, the most beautiful and pampered concubine in the world, couldn't help but moan. But in her heart, she tacitly agreed with Zhang Wuji's statement. Indeed, although following the Prince of Ruyang meant a life of plenty and luxury, it was far from joyful, let alone happy. She was like a canary kept in a cage, utterly devoid of happiness.

Even though she was being raped by this man, the pleasure was boundless, making her even forget that she was being raped.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhang Wuji pulled Han Ji up, dragging her buttocks to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her legs with his hands, spreading them 180 degrees, exposing her rosy, stimulated vulva completely to him.

This triangular area was the place that drove men mad, the place where their sins entered and exited, and the place where women screamed in pleasure and pain.

"Ah..." Han Ji, the most beautiful and pampered concubine in the world, let out a confused, passionate, and shy moan. She felt herself burning with desire, a strong emptiness and tingling sensation deep within her lower body.

A primal physiological urge to be fulfilled, filled, and violently possessed by a man occupied every thought in Han Ji's mind. Her desire was intense, yet she was also incredibly shy.

Han Ji's beautiful face flushed crimson with burning lust and shyness, her delicate, smooth cheeks burning like boiling water, her beautiful eyes half-open and half-closed in bashful shyness... A gift! " Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter

The World's Most Beautiful and Pampered Concubine Han Ji stretched out her hands and climbed behind Zhang Wuji's head, her legs spread apart and placed high on his shoulders. Her face was flushed and her eyes were closed as she said, 'Don't...don't be so rough!'

'Hehe, call me husband!' Zhang Wuji commanded.

'Husband, don't be so rough...' Before she could finish her sentence, Zhang Wuji had already thrust into her.

'Ah...' Zhang Wuji's size was still beyond her imagination, and a pain similar to losing her virginity surged into her heart."

"So tight and narrow!" When Zhang Wuji reached the depths of the mature and beautiful Han Ji's passage, he couldn't help but let out a roar: "Oh..."

It felt so good, like heaven. It was truly worth all the time he had been obsessed with it. Zhang Wuji felt as if his huge thing was being tightly surrounded by something, hot, tight, warm, and smooth. The flesh walls were still writhing, hesitating, and spasming slightly, like a jade clam sucking on his mushroom head, both numb and tingling.

"Ah! Husband, be gentle!" The mature beauty Han Ji felt the enormous thing penetrating deep into her body, hot, thick, hard, and majestic. It seemed to have a life of its own, stirring and eager to try without its master's command. Its member moved automatically, and even her tight grip was useless, causing the mature beauty Han Ji to uncontrollably let out soft moans and groans, raising her two long, snow-white legs high to tightly wrap around Zhang Wuji's waist

and hips. Zhang Wuji's mushroom head, which was exploring, found the sensitive, moist flower core, and under the tight grip of the beautiful flesh walls, it pressed, ground, rotated, and rubbed, causing the flower core to tremble and resonate, and it and the mushroom head licked each other back and forth. Zhang Wuji, a man of countless women, knew that the mature and beautiful Han Ji was already burning with desire, her heart throbbing with lust. She needed Zhang Wuji to unveil her dignified and alluring facade, to wash away the shame of her chastity as the favored concubine of the Prince of Ruyang, and to bring her to the peak of climax with the most powerful thrusts, the fastest sprints, and the strongest friction, until she willingly submitted.

Zhang Wuji lowered his head and took one of the mature and beautiful Han Ji's full breasts, which trembled and swayed with each thrust, into her mouth. While sucking and biting, he vigorously pulled his body, fiercely and forcefully pounding into the sensitive, verdant heart of the mature and beautiful Han Ji.

The mature and beautiful young woman's long, graceful, snow-white breasts... Her fair, rounded, and smooth jade legs bent and relaxed with Zhang Wuji's thrusts and withdrawals... bent and relaxed again...

Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, her tender, resentful heart was immersed in the fervent sea of lust aroused by Zhang Wuji, no longer knowing where she was, what she was doing, or even forgetting the tears she had shed just moments before when she had lost her virginity to this man.

The stunning young woman, lost in the sea of carnal desire, was passionately raping her snow-white, jade-like, soft, and pure body. Zhang Wuji, forcefully penetrating her once-chaste jade gate, was engaged in a frenzied, passionate union...

Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, her soft, boneless, and completely naked snow-white body... Her jade-like body undulated with pleasure as Zhang Wuji thrust within her chaste honeyed passage…

Zhang Wuji's thrusts grew faster and harder, and Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, was driven to gasp and moan by the increasingly intense, electric-like stimulation. She bit her lip, her beautiful, fiery red head arching back stiffly. A

captivating and fervent flame of desire flickered in Han Ji's beautiful eyes, her long, glossy black hair swaying with her movements, and a fine layer of fragrant sweat permeated her snow-white skin. Drawn by this intense, persistent, primal, and intoxicating stimulation, she gradually climbed to the ecstatic climax of their sensual lovemaking…

“Ah…”

Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, couldn't help but let out a series of plaintive, melodious moans. Her first time engaging in intercourse with a man other than the Prince of Ruyang, she had tasted that soul-stirring pleasure, reaching the pinnacle of male-female love.

Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, experienced an ecstatic climax of carnal pleasure. A woman who had just been virtuous and chaste was now unable to withstand the intense physical stimulation, as if she were about to faint. She had reached the highest level of sexual intercourse.

A few seconds later, Han Ji let out another soft cry, her long, snow-

white legs suddenly arching high, stiffening… then finally limp and curling around Zhang Wuji's thighs. Her soft, snow-white arms convulsively clung tightly to Zhang Wuji's shoulders, her ten slender, white fingers digging deeply into his shoulders. Her face, flushed red with desire and the shyness of their affair, buried itself in his chest in a confused and bashful manner… At this moment,

Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, was completely naked, soft and boneless, snow-white… A sudden, electric shock-like tremor ran through Bai Jiao's soft body, and from the depths of her flower core, a precious, mysterious, and shyly secret essence of a young woman shot out.

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die..." The stunningly beautiful young woman, Han Ji, the most beloved concubine in the world, blushed deeply, letting out satisfied and soft sighs.

Han Ji, the most beloved concubine in the world, and Zhang Wuji, who was still pressing down on her naked body, were immersed in the tingling, languid atmosphere after their climax.

Zhang Wuji only felt a little tired, while Han Ji, the most beloved concubine in the world, below him, continued to pant softly. After their climax, her entire body was drenched in fragrant sweat, her long, black hair disheveled, and her beautiful face still retained a hint of intoxicating spring blush, her lovely cheeks flushed like fire.

Waves of excitement and stimulation continuously surged into Zhang Wuji's mind from the source of his climax, pushing him to the peak of desire.

After a brief pause, Zhang Wuji resumed his actions. This time, he changed his position with his most beautiful concubine, Han Ji, entering her from behind.

He flipped Han Ji over, making her kneel on the soft bed, and began thrusting forward with renewed vigor. The second wave of attacks began with each thrust.

Han Ji's fleshy buttocks slammed against Zhang Wuji's groin, giving him considerable pleasure. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn, that feels amazing!"

Zhang Wuji reached out and grasped Han Ji's breasts, which were suspended in mid-air. He then forcefully squeezed and kneaded those two beautiful and alluring mounds, eliciting another intense moan from her.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji hugged Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, even tighter around her lower abdomen, and pushed her in forcefully with both hands.

"Ah..." Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, couldn't withstand the intense stimulation and let out a long cry, collapsing onto the bed. Her exceptionally full and large breasts pressed against the bed, and her fair, round, and elastic buttocks were raised high. Seeing this, Zhang Wuji's wicked thoughts were aroused, and he couldn't help but extend his right middle finger and probe into the deep crevice of her buttocks, his fingertip exploring the sensitive spot in her anus.

"No...it's dirty, please don't..."

This was the territory that Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, had never allowed any man, including the Prince of Ruyang, to violate. Now, with Zhang Wuji digging into it with his fingers, she struggled in shame.

But Zhang Wuji paid no attention to Han Ji's pleas. He parted her plump buttocks with his hands, and her pink anus, like a small chrysanthemum, opened and closed and writhed continuously.

Zhang Wuji abruptly withdrew his lower body from Han Ji's body, the most beautiful concubine in the world. He bent down and pressed his face against her plump buttocks, licking them with his tongue.

The sensation of a man's tongue licking her anus aroused a strong sense of lewdness in Han Ji. Zhang Wuji's fingers continued to probe her wet, fleshy opening, while his tongue simultaneously attacked her clitoris.

"Let me show you what the Prince of Ruyang never gave you!" Zhang Wuji grinned lewdly, gripping his thick penis and aiming it at the anus of Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world. He thrust in silently and forcefully…

Although Han Ji had never had any experience in this area, she knew she was in dire straits when Zhang Wuji's large head struck her rear. She desperately struggled, swaying her slender waist to dodge. Coupled with Zhang Wuji's own lack of experience, his penis could only bump and thrash against her buttocks for a while without success.

Gradually, a surge of anger rose within Zhang Wuji, like that of a demon king.

"Don't move, let me in!" Zhang Wuji

shouted, "I'll fuck you to death, I'll fuck you to death…"

With these shouts, Zhang Wuji actually pressed down on Han Ji's buttocks and slapped them twice forcefully, startling her into a frozen position.

Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, Zhang Wuji used two fingers to pry open the tightly closed buttocks of Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, and thrust his waist forward forcefully.

The pain from Han Ji's lower body jolted her awake from her daze; she knew that her precious virginity had been forcibly taken by this man.

"Ugh..." A desperate cry escaped from Han Ji's lips.

After Zhang Wuji forcefully pushed his entire head into Han Ji's body, he immediately gripped her plump buttocks tightly to prevent her from throwing him away.

Although Han Ji's anal passage was slightly moist from Zhang Wuji's teasing, this untouched narrow path was extremely tight, causing Zhang Wuji's swollen penis to ache slightly.

People in ancient times were very traditional. A man of Ruyang's status would never defile a woman's anus. Zhang Wuji's actions at this moment made Han Ji both love and fear him, but overall, the stimulation and pleasure prevailed.

Zhang Wuji endured the brief discomfort and thrust forward forcefully, enjoying the pleasure of his lower body squeezing into the woman's anus inch by inch.

Not long after, his penis encountered a strong resistance. Zhang Wuji shamelessly asked, "Wife, I feel my little brother pressing against your anus. Can you let it go all the way in?"

"No! Don't touch there!" Han Ji, the most beautiful and beloved concubine in the world, said while shaking her head violently.

Zhang Wuji slowly withdrew a little, then thrust forward forcefully. How could those delicate anus petals resist the powerful impact of his hardened penis? In one go, it was completely inside the most beautiful and beloved concubine in the world, Han Ji.

After Zhang Wuji inserted himself, he remained motionless, enjoying the warm and tight embrace. This long-awaited feeling had only ever existed in his fantasies before, and he truly suspected that he was only dreaming now.

"Ah! It hurts so much..." The tearing sensation caused Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, to tilt her head back in pain. The physical pain was nothing compared to the sorrow in her heart, and she let out a wail from her throat.

Hearing Han Ji's wail did not quell Zhang Wuji's burning lust; instead, his sadistic desire intensified. He asked triumphantly, "Wife, my little brother is all the way in. Your back passage is so narrow, it feels so good. Are you comfortable?"

Han Ji could only cry out through tears, "No, let me go! Help! Waaah..."

Zhang Wuji had expected Han Ji to cry out, but she couldn't utter more than a few sounds because her mouth was covered by his large hand.

Zhang Wuji threatened, "It's no use calling out. The doors and windows of this room are all closed now. No one will hear you. Even if someone does hear you and comes to rescue you, do you know what the consequences will be when they break down the door and find us like this?"

"The Prince of Ruyang's favorite concubine, Han Ji, was caught having an affair with another man in bed? Think about it, what will the Prince of Ruyang do to you if he finds out!?" After saying this, Zhang Wuji waited a moment before releasing his large hand that was covering the cherry lips of the most beautiful concubine in the world, Han Ji.

These words seemed to have a real effect. The most beautiful concubine in the world, Han Ji, stopped screaming and only cried out, "Don't torture me like this, I'll die…!"

Zhang Wuji replied firmly, "I won't let you go. My little brother is so swollen down there, I'll only stop after I've explored all three of your holes. I haven't even entered your fragrant red lips yet!"

Upon hearing the phrase "explode all three holes," Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, immediately showed fear. Her shouts turned into pleas, "You can't do this! This is perverted! Please don't! You'll be punished by heaven!"

Zhang Wuji was secretly delighted; the shy young woman was about to fall into his control. So, he pretended to consider for a moment before replying, "I don't want to do this either, but I really can't stop. How about this? Since I'm already inside, just be a good girl and stop struggling so I can do it again. I'll try to shorten the time, okay?"

"No! Waaah... that'll kill someone! Please, please let me go! Please!" Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, still protested, crying.

Zhang Wuji said sternly, "You think you can just refuse?" As

he spoke, Zhang Wuji thrust his lower body forcefully inside her anus, and Han Ji immediately cried out softly, "Ouch! It hurts! Stop!"

Zhang Wuji continued thrusting and threatened, "Are you going to cooperate with me obediently? Or do you want me to finish all three places? Have you thought it through?"

Amidst her cries of pain, Han Ji replied, "Please, please hurry up and finish."

Zhang Wuji stopped and asked, "So you're agreeing to let me continue doing this?"

Han Ji didn't speak again, only weeping sorrowfully.

Zhang Wuji carefully pushed his penis in, barely managing to push it into her anus, little by little. He slowly inserted about a third of it, then pulled it out a little, and then inserted it again.

Helpless, Han Ji, the most beautiful and pampered concubine in the world, could only sob and thrust her buttocks backward, causing Zhang Wuji's enormous cannon to almost disappear into her snow-white, sensual rear.

Zhang Wuji was not satisfied with Han Ji's silence and chuckled wickedly, "It doesn't matter if you don't answer, I'm going to thoroughly and thoroughly pluck your rear flower anyway, I'm starting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wuji's penis began thrusting into her again. Seeing that she was no longer making a sound, Zhang Wuji thrust wildly hundreds of times. Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, could only cry out in pain and couldn't utter a single word.

While thrusting his lower body, Zhang Wuji played with Han Ji's huge breasts and asked lewdly, "36E, huh!"

Han Ji didn't understand what 36E meant, but she understood that it meant "real big." However, in the current situation, she didn't care what Zhang Wuji was saying; she just hoped that this erotic drama would end as soon as possible.

Chapter 095 Rape of Prince Ruyang's

Beloved Concubine Han Ji, the most beautiful concubine in the world, could no longer withstand Zhang Wuji's vigorous thrusts, so she uttered a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz: "Is it over? Hurry up..."

Seeing that this stunning young woman had actually submitted to his lewd power, Zhang Wuji said with satisfaction: "Hurry up, do you think I'm Prince Ruyang?! I'm invincible! Let me tell you a secret! My little brother is a full foot long when I'm excited, and right now, that foot-long thing is completely hidden inside your back door!"

The most beautiful concubine in the world, Han Ji, cried softly: "Please don't say anymore... Ah... It hurts!"

Zhang Wuji lewdly laughed: "Yes, your husband will listen to his wife, I won't say anything now! Now, please let your wife enjoy your 36E breasts again!" As soon as he finished speaking, he reached out again and grabbed her pair of trembling breasts and began to rub them.

While caressing her breasts, Zhang Wuji slowly withdrew his penis, retreating to the entrance of her anus before gently inserting it back in a few times. Suddenly, he thrust it all the way in.

The most beautiful concubine in the world, Han Ji, couldn't help but cry out "Wow!" at this sudden insertion.

This was Zhang Wuji imitating the "nine shallow, one deep" technique from erotic novels. As the rhythm of his thrusts quickened, Han Ji's cries grew louder and more frequent.

Soon, Zhang Wuji felt Han Ji's anus become wet again.

Seeing that the time was right, Zhang Wuji got up and knelt, pressing his hands around Han Ji's buttocks.

Han Ji's lower body was lifted off the bed by Zhang Wuji, her entire body arching like a bridge. Zhang Wuji moved his hips back and forth at a moderate pace, watching his massive member move in and out of her rear, feeling an indescribable excitement.

The pitiful, most beautiful concubine in the world, Han Ji, was experiencing the first thrusts of a foreign object in her rear. Her head involuntarily swayed from side to side, her cries mingling with the moans brought on by the growing pleasure in her lower body. Her only remaining conscious thought caused her to stare blankly at the bed, a look of despair on her face.

Zhang Wuji thrust his hips in large clockwise circles, and after hundreds of thrusts, Han Ji's rear actually began to flow with love fluid. The overflowing fluid eventually spilled out of her anus with each of Zhang Wuji's thrusts, wetting the area where they were joined. The intense and wet pleasure made Zhang Wuji thrust his hips harder, giving Han Ji no room to breathe.

"Oh..."

Han Ji could only utter a series of cries that were mostly moans of pleasure and a little pain.

After riding on his most beautiful concubine, Han Ji, for over ten minutes, Zhang Wuji felt he was about to ejaculate. He looked up and cried out, "Wife, I can't hold back any longer, I'm coming!"

With that, he thrust with all his might, shouting, "I really can't take it anymore! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Oh..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wuji thrust upwards with force, pushing Han Ji's entire body upwards, her head hitting the headboard.

Han Ji's breasts were held firmly by Zhang Wuji's fingers, preventing them from slipping out of his grasp. Zhang Wuji felt his penis throbbing against the very end of her anus, and with each throbbing, thick streams of fluid gushed into her depths.

Under the relentless assault of Zhang Wuji's semen, Han Ji's vaginal walls suddenly spasmed several times, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from the depths of her vagina.

This was truly beyond Zhang Wuji's expectations. His most beautiful concubine, Han Ji, couldn't resist her physiological response and reached orgasm. Her mouth opened, but she could no longer make a sound, only uttering soft "ah ah" sounds from her throat.

Zhang Wuji's already gradually slowing erection was simultaneously forced to ejaculate several more times by the pressure of Han Ji's rear and the moisture from her love juices before finally coming to a complete stop. He pressed himself against Han Ji

, savoring the afterglow of ecstasy. This stunning young woman's breasts, her vagina, her rear, and her entire body were completely and utterly possessed by him. Gazing at Han Ji on the bed, in the dim light, at her alluring body, Zhang Wuji's lower body quickly hardened again. He then climbed behind her and gently rubbed her large, swollen, purplish-red nipples with his palm.

"No more! Please let me go!"

Han Ji, the most beautiful and pampered concubine in the world, couldn't sleep well to begin with. Opening her eyes

and seeing Zhang Wuji's posture, she cried out, "Husband, you've already done so much, please stop!" Zhang Wuji didn't answer verbally; his actions spoke volumes. He teased her beautiful body with both hands and mouth.

Finally, Zhang Wuji buried his head between Han Ji's legs. Amid her soft moans, Zhang Wuji pinched her nipples with both hands and sucked on her flower bud with his mouth. Once her honeyed passage was slightly moist, Zhang Wuji thrust his lower body and entered her body again.

This time, Zhang Wuji began thrusting violently from the start. The poor most beautiful and pampered concubine, Han Ji, was once again ruthlessly violated by a man other than her husband.

He thrust for a long time without feeling the urge to ejaculate, while Han Ji had already been penetrated to the point of unconsciousness, seemingly incapacitated.

Without making a sound, Zhang Wuji placed Han Ji's legs, the most beautiful concubine in the world, on his shoulders. In this position, Han Ji's vaginal opening was naturally tighter than when she was spread-eagled, and the friction between his penis and her vaginal walls was particularly intense.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room were alluring moans and the sounds of their lower bodies colliding.

After feeling Han Ji climax twice, Zhang Wuji ejaculated the rest of his semen onto her vulva.

Han Ji was truly experiencing ecstasy at this moment; the intense current almost suffocated her. Her slender fingers gripped the snow-white sheets tightly, crumpling them into a ball. The veins on the back of her hands bulged from the excessive force, and her knuckles turned white. Her lovely white toes also spasmed and curled, sometimes tightly, sometimes loosely. Her round, slender legs clamped tightly around Zhang Wuji, not allowing any pleasure to escape, while her vulva overflowed with love juice.

As soon as the climax ended, Zhang Wuji was struck dumb, his body stiffening for a moment before he began to tremble violently as if having an epileptic seizure.

About a minute later, he said, "Wife, let's rest! I'm so tired."

He then pulled his most beautiful and beloved concubine, Han Ji, to her feet, tidied the bed slightly, and then lay down with her, leaning against the pillows.

Having already gone all in, Zhang Wuji was already reckless and didn't care much about the consequences. He figured Wei Yixiao and the others would handle the rest, and besides, he was staying at an inn next to Wan'an Temple, so he knew everything that was going on there. Zhang Wuji was very clear about what was to come: if Wan'an Temple caught fire, he could go and rescue people.

As Zhang Wuji and Fan Yao had envisioned, things proceeded smoothly. First, Fan Yao got everyone drunk, then kicked open Lu Zhangke's door. A woman's shrill voice rang out.

Lu Zhangke, standing by the bed, turned around at the sound of the door being broken open, his face filled with panic and embarrassment.

Fan Yao saw a woman lying on the bed, wrapped in a thin blanket, only her head visible. The blanket was tied with ropes, resembling a rolled-up bedding. The woman had long hair draped over the blanket, fair skin, and extremely beautiful features. He recognized her as Han, the newly acquired concubine of the Prince of Ruyang.

Fan Yao thought to himself, "Wei Yixiao is indeed skilled; he entered and left the palace alone and captured Han with ease." Little did he know that this was a disguised prostitute.

Actually, while stealing Han was easy for Wei Yixiao, placing her in Lu Zhangke's room required considerable effort. He waited for half a day, finally waiting for Lu Zhangke to leave his room to use the restroom. Then he slipped into the room, placed Han Ji on his bed, and quietly disappeared.

With Fan Yao catching them in the act, Hebi Weng also interrogated Lu Zhangke, demanding the antidote for the Ten Fragrance Softening Powder.

Left with no other choice, Lu Zhangke agreed. Fan Yao even suggested that Lu Zhangke take Han Ji away, which made Lu Zhangke ecstatic.

At this moment, a guard reported that a favorite concubine of the prince had gone missing from the palace and had been tracked down; the person who abducted the concubine was now at Wan'an Temple! Lu Zhangke immediately realized that Fan Yao had framed him, but he was already in a difficult position. Fan Yao's promise to escort him away made Lu Zhangke feel somewhat better.

However, despite all their calculations, neither Fan Yao nor Lu Zhangke expected to encounter Zhao Min when leaving Wan'an Temple!

Lu Zhangke, feeling guilty, was greatly surprised, thinking that Zhao Min had personally led her men to capture him, and immediately prepared to fight Zhao Min and Fan Yao!

Unexpectedly, Zhao Min wasn't there to capture Lu Zhangke, but rather to take Fan Yao with her to find Zhang Wuji. Lu Zhangke seized the opportunity to take his bundle to Wan'an Tower, hiding the fake Han Ji away, planning to abduct her and keep her as a mistress once the pursuing guards dispersed.

Fan Yao, hand in hand with Zhao Min, walked out of Wan'an Temple, feeling both anxious and puzzled, wondering where she was taking him. Zhao Min pulled up the hood of her cloak, covering her beautiful hair, and whispered, "Master Ku, let's go see that lad Zhang Wuji."

Fan Yao was startled again, glancing at her sideways. He saw her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed, seven parts shyness, three parts joy—definitely not the appearance of someone who had seen through his scheme. He felt a sense of relief, recalling the scene of her meeting with Zhang Wuji at Wan'an Temple last night. They hardly seemed like mortal enemies. The thought of "enemies" suddenly struck him: "Enemies? Could it be that the princess has secretly developed feelings for my leader?" He then thought again, "Why did she want me to go with her, but not her more trusted Xuanming Elders? Ah, that's it, because I'm mute and won't reveal her secret."

He nodded, giving a strange smile.

Zhao Min scolded, "What are you laughing at?" Fan Yao knew this wasn't a joke, so he gestured wildly, implying that the Bitter Monk would do his utmost to protect the princess, even if it meant venturing into a dragon's den or a tiger's lair with her.

Soon, Zhao Min found Zhang Wuji's inn. Fortunately, Han Ji was already paralyzed and unable to understand. Zhang Wuji had already gotten up to meditate and rest, and had arranged for Wang Nangu to take Han Ji back to another safe place. He was waiting for the fireworks at Wan'an Temple to start their mission when he suddenly heard someone had come to visit. He was quite surprised and went to greet them in the guest hall, only to find that the visitors were Zhao Min and Fan Yao.

Zhang Wuji didn't understand why Zhao Min had come to see him at this time. Surely she hadn't discovered Fan Yao's secret or their plans for tonight. Since he couldn't figure it out, he stepped forward and bowed, saying, "I didn't know Miss Zhao was here. I'm sorry for not welcoming you properly."

Zhao Min said, "This is not the place to talk. How about we go to that little tavern over there for a few drinks?"

Zhang Wuji could only say, "Very well."

Zhao Min led the way again, arriving at a small tavern five shops away from the inn. Inside,

there were a few wooden tables sparsely arranged, with tubes of chopsticks stuck in them. It was late, and there wasn't a single customer in the tavern. Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji sat facing each other. Fan Yao gestured that he would go to the outer hall for a drink. Zhao Min nodded and ordered the waiter to bring a hot pot, three catties of raw mutton, and two catties of liquor.

Zhang Wuji was full of suspicion, thinking that she was a princess, yet she had come to this filthy little tavern with him for hot pot; he wondered what kind of scheme she was plotting.

Zhao Min poured two cups of wine, took Zhang Wuji's cup, took a sip, and smiled, "There's no poison in this wine, you can drink it without worry."

Zhang Wuji said, "Miss, what brings you here?"

Zhao Min said, "Drink three cups, then we'll talk business. I'll drink this first as a sign of respect." With that, she raised her cup and drank it all in one gulp. Zhang

Wuji picked up his cup, and in the glow of the charcoal fire from the hot pot, he saw a faint lipstick mark on the rim. He smelled a delicate fragrance, unsure whether it came from the lipstick mark or from her. His heart fluttered, and he drank the wine.

Zhao Min said, "Let's have two more cups. I know you still don't trust me, so I'll taste each cup first."

Zhang Wuji knew she was cunning and was indeed wary of everything. It was rare that she was willing to taste the wine first, saving him from an extra layer of danger. However, after drinking three cups of the leftover wine she had already drunk, he couldn't help but feel a little strange. When he looked up, he saw her smiling gently, the wine vapor making her cheeks even more radiant. Zhang Wuji didn't dare to look any longer and quickly turned his head away.

Zhao Min stroked the wine cup, remaining silent for a long time. She picked up the wine pot and poured two more cups of wine, then slowly said, "Master Zhang, I have a question for you. Please tell me the truth. What would you do if I killed your Miss Zhou?"

Zhang Wuji was shocked. Although this was impossible in the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," many things had changed since he transmigrated. For example, the resurrection of Yin Susu, Wang Nangu, and Hu Qingyang, and the fact that he had killed Zhu Yuanzhang and raped Zhao Min—none of these had ever happened. It's possible that Zhao Min might kill Zhou Zhiruo. However, since Zhao Min asked him this question, it meant she hadn't killed Zhou Zhiruo yet. So, he said with relief, "Miss Zhou hasn't offended you, why would you want to kill her for no reason?"

Zhao Min replied, "Some people I don't like, I just kill them. Do you have to offend me before you kill them? Some people keep offending me, but I just don't kill them. For example, you, haven't you offended me enough?" As she said this, her eyes were full of laughter.

Zhang Wuji sighed and said, "Miss Zhao, I offended you out of sheer desperation. However, I am very grateful for the medicine you gave me that saved my third and sixth martial uncles."

Zhao Min laughed and said, "You really are a bit silly. The injuries to Yu Daiyan and Yin Liting were done by my subordinates. You don't blame me, but instead thank me?"

Zhang Wuji smiled and said, "My third martial uncle was injured twenty years ago, before you were even born."

Zhao Min said, "These people are my father's subordinates, so they are my subordinates too. What difference does it make? Don't change the subject. Let me ask you: If I killed your Miss Zhou, how would you treat me? Would you kill me to avenge her?"

Zhang Wuji pondered for a long time and said, "I don't know."

Zhao Min said, "How could you not know? You're unwilling to tell me, aren't you?"

Zhang Wuji said, "When I was young, I didn't understand. For example, my parents were forced to their deaths by the six major sects. If I wanted revenge, shouldn't I have killed them all? But as I've grown older, many things I thought I should do as a child are no longer clear to me! I only know that even if those people were truly the murderers, what good would it do if I killed them all? My parents would never come back to life. Miss Zhao, these past few days I've just been thinking, wouldn't it be better if everyone stopped killing and could be friends peacefully and lovingly? I don't want to take revenge by killing, and I hope others won't kill or harm others either."

Hearing his sincerity, Zhao Min thought for a moment and said, "That's because you're kind-hearted. If it were me, I couldn't do that. If anyone killed my father and brother, I would not only kill their entire family, but also all their relatives, friends, and acquaintances—I would kill them all cleanly."

Zhang Wuji said, "Then I will definitely stop you."

Zhao Min asked, "Why? Are you helping my enemy?"

Zhang Wuji said, "Every person you kill adds to your sins. The person you kill will know nothing after death, which is fine, but how heartbroken will their parents, children, brothers, and wives be? You will feel uneasy when you think about it later. Besides, if you kill someone's parents, their children will seek revenge on you and your children in the future. When will this cycle of revenge end? Murderers will be punished by law. If everyone kills each other like this, what's the point of the law?"

Zhao Min remained silent, silently pondering his words.

Zhang Wuji asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

Zhao Min laughed, "Not yet, but when I'm older, I'll kill many. My ancestors were Genghis Khan, Tolui, Batu, Hulagu, and Kublai Khan—heroes like them. I only regret being a woman; if I were a man, hehe, I'd truly have a magnificent career to lead."

"Indeed, they are also great heroes I admire. Every man should accomplish great things! So the great cause I want to undertake is to fulfill the wish that the Han people have been unable to achieve for centuries: to expel the Tartars and restore China!" Zhang Wuji said with great pride. Even Fan Yao outside the door couldn't help but applaud inwardly!

This wasn't the first time Zhao Min had heard Zhang Wuji say such things, so she didn't feel any resistance. On the contrary, she felt a sense of admiration for a hero. She simply smiled slightly, poured herself a cup of wine, drank it, and said, "You still haven't answered my question from before."

Chapter 096 Sacrificing for Love? Despite listening to Zhang Wuji's boastful words, Abbess

Zhao Min still clung to the question of her earlier promise to kill Zhou Zhiruo, saying, "You still haven't answered my question."

Zhang Wuji replied, "If you kill Miss Zhou, or any of my close brothers, I will no longer consider you a friend, but an enemy."

Zhao Min laughed, "Then do you consider me a friend now?"

Zhang Wuji said, "If I hated you, I wouldn't drink with you anymore. Alas! I just find it so hard to hate someone. The person I hate most in my life is that Hunyuan Thunder Palm Cheng Kun." But now that he's dead, I feel a pang of pity for him, almost as if I wished he hadn't died.

Zhao Min said, "If I died tomorrow, what would you think? You'd probably think, 'Thank God, my cunning and vicious nemesis is dead, saving me a lot of trouble.'"

Zhang Wuji exclaimed, "No, no! I don't wish for your death, not at all. When Wei Fu Wang scared you like that, threatening to slash your face, I was really worried. You... you should know, I... I really like you!"

Zhao Min smiled sweetly, then blushed and lowered her head.

Zhang Wuji said, "Miss Zhao, please stop making things difficult for us. Release the masters of the six major sects, and we can all happily become friends, wouldn't that be better?"

Zhao Min happily replied, "Great! That's exactly what I've been hoping for. You are the leader of the Ming Cult, your word is law. Go and tell them to surrender to the imperial court. Once my father reports to the emperor, everyone will receive a reward."

Zhang Wuji slowly shook his head and said, "Saying that is like me telling you that if you Mongols were to withdraw from China now, we Han people could still give you a way out, or even make peace forever..."

Zhao Min gazed at him for a long time, the anger and surprise on her face slowly fading, replaced by tenderness and disappointment. Finally, she sat down again and said, "Zhang Wuji, are you really going to be the leader of the rebellion against the imperial court?!" These words were spoken with great bitterness.

"I know you'll think I'm heading down a dead end, but I can tell you, even if it's a dead end, I'll still do it! As Wen Tianxiang said, 'Since ancient times, who has ever escaped death? Let my loyal heart shine in history!' Today, I, Zhang Wuji, can also offer you, Princess, these words: 'I laugh as I brandish my sword to the sky, my

heart and soul remain with the Kunlun Mountains!'" Zhang Wuji directly used the poem Tan Sitong wrote before his death! Zhao Min, upon hearing "I laugh as I brandish my sword to the sky, my heart and soul remain with the Kunlun Mountains!" couldn't help but admire him, her eyes filled with respect, and she repeatedly recited Zhang Wuji's two lines.

Fan Yao, sitting beside him, was also infected by Zhang Wuji's literary talent and heroic spirit. If Zhao Min hadn't been there, Fan Yao would have loved to go over and drink three hundred cups of wine with Zhang Wuji!

Zhao Min and Zhang Wuji sat silently facing each other for a long while.

Zhang Wuji said, "Miss Zhao, it's late. Let me take you home."

Zhao Min said, "You won't even sit with me a little longer?"

Zhang Wuji quickly replied, "No! If you like drinking and talking here, I'll keep you company."

Zhao Min smiled slightly and slowly said, "Sometimes I think to myself, if I weren't a Mongol, and not some princess, but just a Han Chinese girl from an ordinary family like Miss Zhou, perhaps you would treat me better. Young Master Zhang, do you think I'm prettier, or Miss Zhou?"

Zhang Wuji hadn't expected her to ask such a question. He thought to himself that Mongol women were straightforward and outspoken, especially under the dim light... Seeing her boundless beauty, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Of course you're beautiful."

Zhao Min stretched out her right hand and placed it on the back of his hand, her eyes full of joy, and said, "Young Master Zhang, would you like to see me often? If I invite you here for drinks from time to time, will you come?"

Zhang Wuji's hand touched her smooth palm, and his heart pounded. He remembered the day he raped her in the dungeon, and his heart wavered. If it weren't for the fact that he had to save someone tonight, he would definitely take her back to his room and have his way with her. He guessed that Zhao Min was also very eager for this, otherwise she wouldn't have come here in the middle of the night to ask him these pointless questions.

Despite Zhao Min's temptation, Zhang Wuji composed himself before saying, "I can't linger here any longer; I'll be heading south in a few days."

Zhao Min asked, "What are you going south for?"

Zhang Wuji sighed and said, "You can guess even if I don't tell you, and telling you will only make you angry..."

Zhao Min gazed at the bright moon outside the window and suddenly said, "You promised me you'd do three things for me; you haven't forgotten, have you?"

Zhang Wuji replied, "Of course not. Please tell me immediately, and I'll do my best."

Zhao Min turned to look directly at his face and said, "Right now, I can only think of the first thing. I need you to accompany me to retrieve the Dragon-Slaying Saber."

Zhang Wuji had already guessed that the three things she wanted him to do would be extremely difficult, but he never expected the first thing to be such a huge problem.

Seeing his reluctance, Zhao Min said, "What? You're unwilling? This doesn't violate the code of chivalry, nor is it something you can't do."

Zhang Wuji replied, "The Dragon-Slaying Saber belongs to my adoptive father, the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie. How could I betray my adoptive father and give it to you?"

Zhao Min said, "I'm not asking you to steal, rob, kidnap, or cheat. I don't really want the saber. I just want you to borrow it from your adoptive father, let me play with it for an hour, and then return it to him immediately. You are adoptive father and adopted son; do you think he wouldn't even agree to borrow it for an hour?" "Borrowing it to take a look is neither about plundering him nor about murdering him for money. Does that violate the code of chivalry?"

Zhang Wuji said, "Although this knife is famous in the martial arts world, it's really nothing special. It's just that it's particularly heavy and sharp." Actually, Zhang Wuji really didn't want to see Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, because Yin Susu could see through his fake Zhang Wuji. Xie Xun was blind, and a blind man naturally has a clearer mind. It was possible that Xie Xun would already know he was a fake Zhang Wuji the moment Zhang Wuji uttered his first words.

Zhao Min retorted, "What are you talking about? 'The supreme martial arts weapon, the Dragon-Slaying Saber, commands the world, none dare disobey. Without the Heaven-Reliant Sword, who can contend?' The Heaven-Reliant Sword is in my hands, and I must see what the Dragon-Slaying Saber looks like. If you're worried, you can stand aside while I examine the saber. With your abilities, I certainly can't forcibly take it and not return it."

Zhang Wuji thought, "This Miss Zhao has stated she'll only borrow the saber for an hour. Although it's hard to guarantee she doesn't have some trick up her sleeve, if I'm fully vigilant, I doubt she can snatch it away. The secret of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, besides the Emei Sect leader, Abbess Miejue, is probably known only to..." "I, Zhang Wuji, understand! It's a good thing that Zhao Min is taking the Heaven-Slaying Sword. This way, she can retrieve the Wumu Legacy, the Nine Yin Manual, and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The Wumu Legacy can be given to Xu Da and Chang Yuchun, making them invincible. As for the Nine Yin Manual, he can cultivate it himself, eventually achieving a perfect combination of Nine Yin and Nine Yang, making

him truly invincible!" It turns out that Guo Jing, the great hero, was renowned throughout the land for his two exceptional skills: military strategy and martial arts. His wife, Huang Rong, was incredibly intelligent. Seeing the overwhelming strength of the Yuan army and the impossibility of defending Xiangyang, the couple resolved to die for their country—a testament to their unwavering loyalty despite knowing the odds were against them. But wouldn't it be a pity if Guo Jing's skills were lost? Moreover, she foresaw that even if the Mongols temporarily conquered China, the Han people would never willingly become slaves to the Tartars. In the future bloody battles of the Central Plains, those military strategies and martial arts would be of immense use. Therefore, she hired master craftsmen to melt down the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, a gift from Yang Guo to Guo Xiang of their sect, and then added Western refined gold to forge a Dragon-Slaying Saber and a Heaven-Reliant Sword. Before forging the swords, Huang Rong and Guo Xiang spent a month painstakingly writing down the essentials of military strategy and martial arts, which they then hid within the swords.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber contained military strategy, hence its name, "Dragon-Slaying," meaning that whoever obtained the military manual within would be able to drive out the Tartars and kill their emperor. Hidden within the Heaven-Slaying Sword are martial arts manuals, the most precious of which are the "Nine Yin Manual" and the "Essential Techniques of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms." They hoped future generations would learn the sword's martial arts to uphold justice and rid the people of evil.

After forging the sword and saber, Guo Jing and Huang Rong passed the saber to their son, Guo Polu, and the sword to Guo Xiang.

However, on the day Xiangyang fell, the Guo couple perished along with Guo Polu. For a hundred years, the martial world has been in turmoil, and the Dragon-Slaying Saber and Heaven-Slaying Sword have changed hands several times. Later generations only know that the Dragon-Slaying Saber is the supreme weapon in the martial world, and only the Heaven-Slaying Sword can rival it. The enemy, but what exactly constitutes the supreme being, remains unknown. Guo Polu died young without a successor, so the secret within the sword was passed down only by Guo Xiang to Fengling Shitai, the second-generation leader of the Emei Sect. Fengling Shitai then passed the secret on to the third-generation leader, Miejue Shitai, thus ensuring its continuation.

Zhang Wuji thought that if his deduction was correct, Miejue Shitai should be passing the leadership of the Emei Sect to Zhou Zhiruo at this time in Wan'an Temple, and also telling Zhou Zhiruo this secret.

Seeing him hesitate and not answer, Zhao Min smiled and said, "If you refuse, that's fine with me. But I have another matter to ask you to do, which is much more difficult."

Zhang Wuji had already figured it out, so he quickly said, "Alright, I agree to borrow the Dragon-Slaying Saber for you. But let's make it clear beforehand, you can only borrow it for an hour. If you try to take it by force, I will not let it go."

Zhao Min smiled and said, "That's right. I don't know how to use a sword, why would I want to take such a heavy one?" Even if you respectfully give it to me, I wouldn't want it. When are you going to pick it up?

Zhang Wuji said, "I'll go in the next few days."

Zhao Min said, "That would be perfect. I'll pack my things. Just let me know when you're leaving."

Zhang Wuji was surprised again and said, "You're coming too?"

Zhao Min said, "Of course. I heard your godfather is on a remote island overseas. If he refuses to return, do you expect me to travel thousands of miles to borrow the knife, let me watch it for an hour, then travel thousands of miles to deliver it, and then travel thousands of miles back? There's no logic to that." Zhang

Wuji, recalling the treacherous waves of the North Sea and the vast ocean, knew that finding Icefire Island was already extremely unlikely. To make three trips back and forth without encountering any mishaps was utterly impossible. She was right; Xie Xun had lived on Icefire Island for twenty years and might not be willing to return to the Central Plains in his twilight years. He said, "The sea is ruthless; why take such a risk?"

Zhao Min replied, "If you're willing to take the risk, why can't I?"

Zhang Wuji hesitated, "Will your father let you go?"

Zhao Min said, "My father ordered me to lead the heroes of the martial world. These past few years, I've traveled east and west, and he's never cared about me." Zhang

Wuji then nodded, "Alright, I'll come and meet you when I set off."

Before she could finish speaking, a sudden flash of red light appeared outside the window, followed by a great commotion that seemed to be coming from afar. Zhao Min went to the window and looked out, exclaiming in surprise, "

Oh dear, the pagoda of Wan'an Temple is on fire! Master Ku, Master Ku, come quickly!" She called out several times, but Master Ku did not appear. She went to the outer hall, but Master Ku was nowhere to be seen. When she asked the innkeeper, he said that the monk had left as soon as he arrived and had not stayed, and had been gone for quite some time.

Zhao Min was greatly surprised. Suddenly, she remembered his strange smile earlier, and her face flushed red. She lowered her head and stole a glance at Zhang Wuji.

Seeing that the fire was burning brighter and brighter, Zhang Wuji was afraid that the masters of the six major sects, whose skills had not yet recovered, would be burned to death in the pagoda. He immediately said, "Miss Zhao, please excuse me!" As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out.

Zhao Min called out, "Wait! I'll go with you." "By the time she reached the door, Zhang Wuji had already vanished.

At this moment, Fan Yao, who had returned earlier, first administered the antidote to the Ten Fragrance Soft Bone Powder to the masters of the six major sects, and then seized the opportunity to kill Lu Zhangke and the fake Han Ji.

The heir apparent of the Prince of Ruyang, Kuku Temur, and Han Wang Baobao arrived at Wan'an Temple and asked sternly, "Where is Han Ji?

My father is furious and ordered me to come and see for myself. He says that the person who kidnapped Han Ji has entered Wan'an Temple!"

Steward Ha stepped forward to report, saying that Lu Zhangke had stolen Han Ji and that she was now in the hands of the Bitter Monk.

Wang Baobao had personally witnessed Han Ji and Lu Zhangke wrapped together in a cotton quilt. Even if the two had not committed any adultery, his father could no longer keep this concubine. He whispered, "Steward Ha, set fire to the pagoda. Send men to shoot with strong bows. Whoever jumps from the pagoda, shoot them dead." "Chief Steward Ha agreed and gave the order. Immediately, archers drew their bows and surrounded the tower, while some warriors went to fetch firewood and tinder.

Wang Baobao's warriors added more firewood and started the fire, making it burn even brighter. The tower, made of brick and wood, was engulfed in flames, and the lower levels began to crackle and burn.

Fan Yao abandoned Lu Zhangke and rushed into the room where the Wudang heroes were imprisoned, shouting, 'The Tartars are burning the tower! Have you all recovered your inner strength?'" "Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, and the others sat cross-legged, concentrating intently, none of them speaking, clearly at a crucial juncture in recovering their strength.

The masters of the six major sects successively regained their martial arts, but Wang Baobao below ordered his men to continuously fire arrows, preventing the heroes from escaping. The fire was growing larger and larger; if it reached the rooftop, they would all be doomed!

Just as the heroes were in despair, a shout suddenly rang out from below the tower. Looking down, they saw a figure flitting through the flames like a butterfly, weaving through the crowd with clanging and clattering sounds. The weapons of the monks and warriors fell to the ground—it was the leader Zhang Wuji.

With Zhang Wuji's attack, the five sword-wielding monks surrounding Wei Yixiao were all sent flying. Wei Yixiao was overjoyed, flashing to his side and whispering, 'I'm going to set fire to the Ruyang Prince's mansion.'" Zhang Wuji nodded, understanding his intention. With only a handful of men, if they couldn't quickly rescue the heroes of the six major sects, the enemy's reinforcements would surely increase. The Green-Winged Bat King's arson at the Ruyang Prince's mansion would force the warriors to prioritize protecting the prince, a brilliant tactic to lure the tiger away from the mountain and cut off their supply lines. Just then, Wei Yixiao's blue figure flashed past, already leaping over the high wall.

Zhang Wuji, assessing the situation, asked loudly, "Right Envoy Fan, what's wrong?"

Fan Yao cried out, "It's terrible! The escape route is burned off; not a single person escaped!"

At this moment, fourteen of the eighteen Tibetan monks under Wang Baobao's command reached Zhang Wuji's side. Zhang Wuji thought to himself, "To capture the thief, first capture the king." If he could capture the Tartar prince wearing the golden crown, he could coerce him into ordering the fire to be extinguished and the prisoners released. He immediately shifted his body, darting through the monks like a fish breaking through water, and directly approached Wang Baobao.

Suddenly, a sword thrust from his left, its chilling aura palpable, the tip pointing directly at his chest. Zhang Wuji quickly retreated a step, only to hear a woman's voice say, "Young Master Zhang, this is my brother, please don't harm him." He saw a long sword trembling in her hand, standing gracefully, its blade colder than water—the sword was the Heaven-Slaying Sword, and she was as beautiful as a flower; she was Zhao Min. She had rushed after Zhang Wuji, but was only a moment too late.

Zhang Wuji said, "Quickly order the fire to be extinguished and the people released, otherwise I will be letting you both down." Zhao Min shouted, "Eighteen Vajras! This man's martial arts are formidable; he has formed the Vajra Formation to block them!" The eighteen monks had just suffered at Zhang Wuji's hands, and without the princess needing to explain, they already knew his strength. With a loud clang, the eight large copper cymbals in the hands of the "Four Cymbal Vajras" struck in unison, and the eighteen monks moved back and forth, blocking Wang Baobao and Zhao Min, separating Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji saw that the flames had reached the seventh floor, and amidst the swirling crimson flames, two people were locked in a fierce battle, their fists and palms clashing—it was none other than Abbess Miejue and Hebi Weng. The railing of the tenth floor was crowded with people, all from various Shaolin and Wudang sects. These people had not yet fully recovered their martial arts, and besides, the tower was more than ten zhang above the ground. Even if they possessed superb lightness skills and had not lost any internal strength, jumping down would surely result in their death.

A thought raced through Zhang Wuji's mind: "This Vajra Formation cannot be broken in a short time. Moreover, even after defeating the Tibetan monks, other skilled fighters will arrive. Capturing Miss Zhao's brother will be extremely difficult. Abbess Miejue has fought this Crane Pen Elder for so long without ever being defeated, so it seems her strength has recovered. Then the inner strength of the other senior disciples must have also recovered. It's just that the pagoda is too high, and they can't jump down." In the

blink of an eye, he suddenly moved around the area, his hands striking, grabbing, slapping, and snatching, knocking down all eight heroes of the Divine Arrow Sect. As for the other warriors who were carrying bows and arrows, he either broke their bows or struck their pressure points. Seeing that there were no skilled archers left near the pagoda, he shouted, "Seniors on the pagoda, please jump down one by one. I will catch you here!" Everyone

on the pagoda was startled, thinking that the height of the pagoda was over ten zhang, and the force of jumping down would be enormous. Even if you had the strength of a thousand jin, you couldn't catch them. Among the various sects of Kongtong and Kunlun, some shouted, "Don't jump! Don't fall for this kid's trick! He's trying to make us fall to our deaths!"

Seeing the smoke and fire spreading and burning close to the group of masters, Zhang Wuji knew that if they didn't jump, they would all perish in the flames. He cried out, "Second Uncle Yu, you've been so kind to me, would I ever intend to harm you? You jump first!"

Yu Lianzhou trusted Zhang Wuji implicitly. Although he knew that no matter how strong Zhang Wuji's martial arts were, he couldn't possibly catch him, he thought it better to die from the fall than to be burned alive. He shouted, "Alright! I'm jumping!" and leaped from the tower.

Zhang Wuji saw this clearly. When Yu Lianzhou was about five feet off the ground, he gently struck him in the waist with his palm. This palm strike used the supreme martial art of "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth," controlling the immense force that was descending from above and shifting it from left to right.

Yu Lianzhou flew horizontally, crashing several feet down. By this time, his strength had recovered to seventy or eighty percent. With a quick turn, he landed steadily on the ground, casually striking a Mongol warrior who coughed up blood. He shouted, "Senior Brother, Fourth Junior Brother! Jump down!"

The crowd on the tower cheered when they saw that Yu Lianzhou was unharmed.

Seeing Zhang Wuji's prowess, the heroes lined up to jump down, each one escaping danger by Zhang Wuji using his Qiankun Great Shift skill to deflect their attacks. Although their strength hadn't fully recovered, even five or six tenths of their power was enough to overwhelm the monks and warriors. Yu Lianzhou and the others quickly seized their weapons and surrounded Zhang Wuji, allowing him to catch the falling heroes with greater peace of mind.

Wang Baobao and Zhao Min's men tried to stop them, but were blocked by Yu Lianzhou, Song Yuanqiao, and the others. With each person leaping down from the tower, Zhang Wuji gained another helper. Since being imprisoned in the tower by Zhao Min, these men had suffered endless humiliation; countless had their fingers cut off. Now freed from their cages, they fought with fury, and in an instant, over twenty warriors lay dead on the ground.

Seeing the dire situation, Wang Baobao ordered, "Send my personal guard with flying crossbows!" Just as

Steward Ha was about to relay the young prince's order, suddenly flames shot into the sky from the southeast corner. He was shocked and cried out, "Young Prince, the palace is on fire! We must hurry and protect the prince!"

Concerned for his father's safety, Wang Baobao disregarded the capture and killing of the traitors, hurriedly saying, "Sister, I'll return to the palace first. Be careful!" Without waiting for Zhao Min's reply, he turned his horse and rode off.

With Wang Baobao gone, the Eighteen Vajras followed, along with most of the palace's warriors. The remaining warriors, seeing the Prince's mansion on fire, were all alarmed, assuming it was solely Wei Yixiao's doing. They assumed a large group of traitors had attacked the mansion.

Meanwhile, the Seven Heroes of Wudang had already leaped down from the tower, reversing the tide of battle. By the time Abbot Kongwen, Master Kongzhi, and the high monks of the Shaolin Dharma Hall and Arhat Hall had all jumped down, Zhao Min's warriors were powerless to resist.

Zhao Min realized that if she didn't leave now, she would become his prisoner. She immediately ordered, "Everyone, withdraw from Wan'an Temple." Turning to Zhang Wuji, she said, "Tomorrow evening, I will invite you for drinks again. Please come."

Before Zhang Wuji could even reply, Zhao Min smiled and retreated into the rear hall of Wan'an Temple.

Fan Yao shouted from the top of the tower, "Miss Zhou, jump down! It's a matter of life and death! If you don't jump, do you want to become a charred beauty?"

Zhou Zhiruo replied, "I'll stay

with Master!" Abbess Miejue and Hebi Weng fought fiercely for a while, smoke and fire rising as they leaped to the next level, finally reaching the corner of the tenth floor. Later, because Hebi Weng tried to save Lu Zhangke, he unexpectedly fell from the tower and died, perishing along with Lu Zhangke and the fake Han Ji!

At this moment, only Abbess Miejue and Zhou Zhiruo remained on the tower. Abbess Miejue shouted sternly, "Zhiruo, jump down!"

Zhou Zhiruo said, "Master, you jump first, then I'll jump!"

Without another word, Abbess Miejue struck Zhou Zhiruo with a palm strike. Zhou Zhiruo, caught off guard, fell directly to the ground. Zhang Wuji reacted quickly, stepping forward and using his Qiankun Great Shift skill to strike Zhou Zhiruo on the back.

"Master...come down!" After landing, Zhou Zhiruo saw that Abbess Miejue was still on the pagoda, knowing that she was determined to die and would never accept any favor from the Ming Cult!

"Master, jump down!!" At this moment, the Emei disciples, led by Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun, knelt down one by one in front of Wan'an Temple. The martial arts heroes, seeing the group of beautiful Emei disciples so deeply in love with Abbess Miejue, couldn't help but feel heartbroken and shed tears. So they all shouted in unison, urging Abbess Miejue to come down. Unexpectedly, Abbess Miejue went towards the fire instead...

At this moment, Zhang Wuji made an astonishing move, surprising everyone! He actually rushed into Wan'an Temple to rescue Abbess Miejue!!

"Cult Leader..."

"Wuji..."

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Fan Yao, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang were all stunned!!

But by the time everyone reacted, Zhang Wuji had already leaped up three levels, and soon reached the tenth level, reaching Abbess Miejue in full view of everyone!

The fire was too intense, and those below couldn't see the two people above the tenth floor at all. They could only hope that Zhang Wuji could save Abbess Miejue!

But to their surprise, all they heard was Abbess Miejue shouting, "Remnants of the Demonic Cult!

I would rather die than accept your kindness or help..." followed by the two women wrestling.

Later, the fire became so intense that no one could see Abbess Miejue and Zhang Wuji anymore. Until dawn, Wan'an Temple was reduced to ashes, and no one saw Zhang Wuji or Abbess Miejue emerge...

In everyone's mind, there was only one thought: Zhang Wuji and Abbess Miejue must be dead, turned to ashes along with Wan'an Temple, so much so that their remains could not be found after the fire was extinguished!

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