[Urban] The Legend of Sword and Fairy: A Romantic Prequel (Complete) - Episode 11

Volume 3, "The Red Wolf God's Tale," Chapter 1:

"A hundred years have passed in a flash, yet I handle everything with ease."

"Within ten steps of the Thunder Pool, no enemy can be annihilated."

This six-character, two-stanza, twenty-four-character poem, while not exceptionally well-written, is prominently displayed in a luxurious hall, its inscription carved in gold and hung on two main pillars.

It means:

"In my life, nothing is difficult for me; within my domain, no enemy is insurmountable."

The light reflected from the gold plaque illuminates a vast hall, so large it seems far too opulent for a single person, its near-extravagant luxury defying description.

The interior is filled with calligraphy, paintings, scrolls, antiques, and other artifacts from various dynasties. While lacking the grandeur of gold and jade, these items are, in fact, more valuable than gold itself. Any enthusiast of such things, upon seeing this hall, would surely linger, wishing their mothers had more hands, for the treasures here are so plentiful that even two hands couldn't steal them all.

Inside this hall stands an equally extraordinary man. The inscription on the plaque was written when he was seventeen, at the pinnacle of his life, brimming with passion as he penned his impassioned declaration.

His teacher, Zhou Ruixiang, then had these words carved in gold and hung here, forcing him to look at them every day. If anyone in the world could truly stump this man, Zhou Ruixiang was one of them. At only forty-five years old, he looks remarkably young and energetic, hardly belying his age…

Twenty years ago, at just twenty-five, Zhou Ruixiang was already appointed Grand Tutor, responsible for instructing the then-Crown Prince. A scholar of exceptional learning, Zhou Ruixiang became even more devoted to his studies after entering the palace. Even the emperor, as intelligent as he was, could only learn about eighty percent of Zhou Ruixiang's knowledge. However, Zhou Ruixiang lacked martial arts skills; otherwise, the emperor would have eliminated this threat long ago.

The current emperor has three brothers, all of whom have died in various accidents. Many suspect that the ambitious emperor cruelly killed all three brothers, yet he still ascended the throne.

At the age of nineteen, he ascended the throne, and at that time he wrote these twenty-four characters. He truly lived up to them; there was never a problem he couldn't handle, and no enemy could ever defeat him. This man stood at the pinnacle of life, the peak for all mortals.

He was the current emperor, the supreme ruler, and on this vast land, only he could wear a golden dragon robe, sit atop a nine-zhang-high palace, command 100,000 imperial guards, and give orders to all civil and military officials.

At this moment, this man, who seemed to embody all the best in the world, was troubled.

What was he troubled by? Was it because of the Han army's defeat in the battle against the Black Miao? Because of the betrayal of his friend, Mo Wulong? Or because his only son's words half a month ago had already revealed most of the truth?

The current Crown Prince Batian once prophesied that Wu Molong would bring back the head of the Black Miao Witch King and defeat the current emperor, taking his place. Now, the First-Rank Divine Martial General has sent an urgent report: Wu Molong has betrayed the court and lured the Han army into a trap set by the Miao people, leaving them to be slaughtered. Furthermore, due to the recent floods, the army has been forced to retreat…

Wu Molong has no foothold among the Black Miao; the Witch King and the Moon Worship Cult have no reason to let him return. The emperor never expected the unpredictable Wu Molong to suddenly turn against him again, nor did he anticipate the floods would come and go so quickly, disappearing within a day. Before the Han army could even leave the river mouth, their boats were aground. The Han army had to carry their provisions on foot, as this was a battle fought on the shoal. They lacked not only warhorses but also wooden carts, forcing soldiers and officers to carry heavy loads…

What is going on?

I have prepared for this invasion of the Miao for many years, but now all of it has been in vain. If we were to raise an army again, it would take a long time...

Many years ago, the Emperor decided to launch a campaign against the Miao. From that moment more than ten years ago, his resolve has never wavered. That intention is like a raging fire burning in his heart, spurring him forward without ever slacking off. For many years, the Emperor has recruited soldiers, formed alliances with defeated generals, and won over Wu Molong, using every means possible to eradicate the entire Black Miao tribe!

For what? For whom? Why the Black Miao?

No one knows except the Emperor. Even his closest confidants, Shenwu, Zhou Ruixiang, and even Crown Prince Batian, do not know. Perhaps even the Emperor himself is unwilling to understand his own inner obsession.

Wu Molong once thought that the emperor was not human. He was more rational, calm, and cunning than demons. But all laws in the Three Realms must have someone or something they value, which is often their only weakness. Wu Molong had Shi Jiaolong, Lin Tiannan had Madam Lin, and even Beidou had the Witch Queen. So what about the emperor?

It wouldn't be Batian, much less Wu Molong. Only he knew the emperor's weakness because he was always afraid that his weakness would be exposed. His inner armor was too heavy and thick, like being blocked by a cold city wall, so that no one could see whether this person had a heart or not. If he were to reveal his true self nakedly to others one day, he himself could not imagine what would happen.

At this moment, a young eunuch knocked on the door from outside the palace. The emperor gestured for him to come in, and the eunuch respectfully bowed before saying,

"Your Majesty, Lord Zhou has arrived."

Before the emperor could reply, Zhou Ruixiang had already barged in. For a master of the court to be so bold and disrespectful nearly terrified the eunuch. He knew that if Zhou Ruixiang were punished, even multiple heads wouldn't be enough to pay for his own death.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Upon seeing the emperor, Zhou Ruixiang immediately bowed, while the eunuch, not daring to linger, stammered, "This humble servant takes his leave," and fled like the wind...

"Xiang...you've come at the right time."

The emperor turned back to look at Zhou Ruixiang. He looked extremely haggard, a stark contrast to the energetic Zhou Ruixiang. No wonder; he hadn't slept for days. Since receiving the news that the defeated general had to retreat, the fire in his heart had suddenly subsided. He had never felt his body so exhausted before, and this moment seemed endlessly prolonged.

A few days ago, he hadn't felt this heavy. His body was still incredibly hot, as if he hadn't aged at all in the past ten years, remaining eternally young. But now, it was as if he had instantly transformed from a young man into a middle-aged man befitting his age. He never imagined that a single defeat would reduce a powerful man who had never been at a disadvantage to this state. Perhaps it was precisely because he had never lost that his aura was so strong that even his enemies dared not confront him directly. But today, his performance was like that even if Zhou Ruixiang, who was powerless to fight a chicken, stood before him, he could easily subdue the emperor with force.

"Does Your Majesty have something to discuss with me?!"

Zhou Ruixiang was startled by the emperor's current state. Although he was only five years older than the emperor, they had known each other for almost twenty years, and he had never seen him like this before.

"Xiang...tell me, did I fail miserably today?"

"Your Majesty, just as Chu Yu said: this is not a failure of the battle, but rather a defeat of our Han army by Heaven. Even if Your Majesty's friends had not betrayed us, once the flood receded, our army would likely find it difficult to regain the upper hand. On the contrary, because of this glimmer of hope, the morale of the Black Miao people is too high, and their strength is unstoppable. No matter who leads the army, the outcome is uncertain."

He spoke comforting words, of course, they did not know that it was actually Wu Molong who accidentally summoned the Big Dipper, which sealed the Water Demon Beast and caused the flood to recede. Moreover, from the beginning, Wu Molong had no intention of rebelling, at least not now. If it weren't for Lü Fengxian's intervention, Wu Molong did intend to just storm into the Black Miao and take Shi Jiaolong back, just like he had done before.

However, the emperor ultimately ordered Lü Fengxian to kill Wu Molong because of his son's words, thus making him return to Elder Shi's command. But the emperor also indirectly saved his life, because if Wu Molong had really followed the Han army to invade Miao, he would have died under the control of the four witches who were already under the control of the Moon Worship Cult Leader, not to mention that he would not have been able to find the Witch Queen with Shi Jiaolong and resolve the Black Miao flood disaster!

Is this fate? Or coincidence? Who is right and who is wrong? Who owes whom?

Will the seeds one sows ultimately return to their own?

"Xiang... do you think I will be utterly defeated because of this?"

Hearing the emperor's question, Zhou Ruixiang was stunned again. He had never imagined that the high-quality imitation emperor would ask him such a question. However, the emperor had never failed like this before, so was he the kind of person who couldn't get back up after a setback? Xiang didn't know...

"Your Majesty is exceptionally intelligent and brave. As long as you can learn from this failure and wait for the right opportunity, you will be invincible!"

For the emperor, this was a very important moment. It was the first time he had learned to face failure. If he were to give up now, the entire empire would be in danger. The change was too great. But at this moment, even the emperor noticed...

he himself had changed a lot, especially Xiang's words. He

was saying the same things as yesterday, but why did they sound so unpleasant today? They felt fake, unreal, and flattering! Why did he never think there was anything wrong with such slander? No! He had always been quite receptive to such flattering words that only reported good news and not bad... Was it

because he was so confident in the past that he couldn't tell?

"Xiang... I'm sorry! I need some peace and quiet."

With that, Zhou Ruixiang realized his mistake and performed the official salute to take his leave, leaving the emperor alone in the vast, yet unsettlingly lonely hall...

The emperor didn't feel lonely; he was not afraid of loneliness, or perhaps he had grown accustomed to it. His status required him to accept this terrible feeling, which was one of his superior talents. But today, only today, he felt the pain of loneliness for the first time since his ascension to the throne.

He had three thousand concubines in his harem; finding as many companions as he wanted was no problem. But at this moment, he didn't want to move at all. He would just sit on the chair in the hall, gazing at the magnificent treasures until nightfall...

Was he plotting, or trying to get used to loneliness again, or perhaps waiting for this rare moment of weakness to pass? The emperor of the Central Plains stood up again, his eyes once more filled with wisdom, and he regained his confidence and radiance!

He looked disdainfully at the large bronze mirror sitting on the ground, mocking his own weakness just now. Then...

he lifted one of the paintings, revealing a small mechanism hidden behind it. The emperor reached out and turned it, and a bookcase beside him moved against the wall. It turned out the wall was hollow; the bookcase seemed to pass through the wall, moving little by little as the emperor held the handle. Behind the bookcase was a hidden world?

It was a long staircase leading to a dark underground...

The secret passage led to a small prison, with only two cells standing beside it. Between them was a long tunnel leading out of the city. Passing through this exit, one would find the city of Beijing. This secret passage was known only to a very few people.

But today, the emperor was not using this passage to escape. Today, he was only here to see something, something he had hidden in the two cells!

He lit a torch, the light dispelling the darkness, but he still couldn't see the two cells clearly. It was as if the two places existed in different spaces, trapped by invisible walls and thresholds, the torchlight unable to penetrate them.

Then, the emperor took a deep breath and stepped into one of the cells…

“Ah… here… right here… so wonderful…”

What met the emperor’s eyes was still darkness, something even darker than the shadows of the night. It truly felt like an isolated space sealed by an invisible barrier. With just one step, the emperor crossed the barrier and heard the previously inaudible cries of female pleasure…

Several graceful, alluring women were entwined with the darkness, completely unaware of the emperor’s intrusion. Unaffected by the darkness, their snow-white skin reflected the torchlight, making them even more striking in the darkness. The intense and unusually fast movements had caused large beads of sweat to drip from each of their bodies, yet they were still willing to twist their slender waists to please the dark thing behind them…

Who would make love with something so dark that they couldn’t even see what it was for a moment of pleasure?

Of course, they weren't entirely willing, just like they were unwilling on their first day being summoned by the emperor to serve a young man more than half a month ago. However, after the virgin over twenty-three years old who was chosen that day was violated, almost everyone became interested in the man the emperor called "Wu Molong."

In less than ten days, these women almost unanimously became addicted, dressing up extravagantly and dazzlingly, all in an attempt to attract a man. Their husbands... were no longer the emperor, but that man named Wu Molong—no! A red wolf.

That's right, they were one of the methods the emperor used to "comfort" Wu Molong after Shi Jiaolong left half a month ago. He did this to show Wu Molong that by appointing him as the leader of the defeated generals, he hadn't been without sacrifice. However, he probably didn't realize that giving away what you don't want, even if it's useful or not, can't really be called sacrifice; it's just stinginess.

These women were originally among the emperor's three thousand concubines, but they were a group of pitiful women who were not favored by the emperor. Their fate was usually to live as widows until death, some even dying without ever losing their virginity, not to mention those women who were killed because other concubines were jealous and feared their position would be taken away…

The emperor initially thought there was nothing wrong with lending out women he didn't want and wouldn't want in the future, but later he regretted it.

As mentioned before, these women experienced love for the first time, but the man was no ordinary person; he was a passionate, energetic, and wicked villain. His charm even moved the emperor, who was as cold as an iceberg. However, even the emperor himself probably didn't realize the deadly destructive power this friend had on women.

When these girls first entered the palace, they tried very hard to dress themselves up, hoping to win the emperor's favor, but for a long time, the emperor didn't even glance at them, until Wu Molong appeared. Although they all knew it was just simple heterosexual intercourse, he still gave them a kind of care and the 'love' that the emperor couldn't give them.

Every kiss, every movement, every thrust, besides the ecstasy and intoxication, also brought a sense of peace and tranquility that captivated them. While they didn't instantly fall in love with Wu Molong, being cared for was always a good thing. The palace maids, as if young again, meticulously dressed and groomed themselves daily, hoping to maintain their best appearance. Finally, a troublesome event occurred.

Just after Wu Molong led his defeated generals to attack the Black Miao tribe, the emperor met them for the first time—a chance encounter. Yet, the emperor was drawn to the appearance of a woman he had never been attracted to before.

He regretted it; he regretted entrusting these women to Wu Molong. Was love truly a woman's most beautiful adornment? Aside from a woman from long ago, the emperor had never been so attentive to a woman in his memory. In an instant, this strange infatuation transformed into jealousy. To forget her, the emperor sacrificed her!

Those imprisoned in this cell were not ordinary people, or even human. No one knew the emperor's true intention in "raising" them, nor how many people knew about his collection...

In short, the emperor "disposeed" of these women, giving them to a monster consumed by desire, making it owe him a favor. To go to such lengths, was the emperor truly overly shrewd and cruel?

Or... was he just a petty and narrow-minded person?

Among the many women, one stood out in particular. She was a palace maid presented by Persia, a woman of mixed Persian and Han Chinese descent. She had a slender figure, a face typical of Chinese women, but cascaded long, golden hair that seemed to shimmer and radiate light. Even the emperor himself had forgotten her name, and out of pride, he was ashamed to ask a woman about it. He didn't even know she had ever been in the palace.

Yet, this blonde woman was the one the emperor suddenly found himself drawn to one day…

That very night, for the first time since entering the palace, she was summoned to the emperor's bedchamber, where she spent a passionate and enchanting night with her long-awaited husband!

That day, the emperor was filled with regret, for she was no longer a virgin. Even though he had been mentally prepared, the fact that the alluring woman before him had been with another man still bothered him. That very night, more than a dozen concubines were brought to this place to serve that dark creature…

Lust, appetite, and sexual desire—these are the three basic desires of human nature, and also three symbols of power and status that men in Chinese culture highly value. This is why Chinese martial arts, Chinese cuisine, and the art of the bedroom exist. It shows how much the Han people value these three sources of power.

Especially… the Han people have always had strange and perverse concepts such as bleeding on the first night and the worship of virgins.

Now, the blonde woman was struggling to lie beneath that creature, her cherry-like mouth sucking hard on its testicles. The hot, masculine scent filled her nostrils, stimulating her senses and igniting a burning desire within her. At that moment, a metallic sound entered her ears. The extremely faint sound did not reach the other women who were silently toiling away, their reason completely overwhelmed by desire. Only the blonde woman, who was not wholeheartedly serving, heard it.

She turned around... and the very thing she least wanted him to see, he saw. The emperor's hand rested on the iron bars of the prison cell. The sound of his gold jewelry hitting the bars attracted the blonde woman. In an instant, the blonde woman's shyness turned to joy. Although she didn't want the emperor to see her, he was undeniably attractive to her. She ignored the creature behind her and stepped forward with her weary legs, hoping to touch her beloved man. But the dark thing didn't seem willing to give up on her. Its huge, rough hand gently grasped the blonde woman's hand, but even this gentle grasp was extremely painful for her. She endured it desperately, still slowly extending her hand. If the emperor wanted, he could have touched her with just a gesture, or even pulled her back...

But the emperor did nothing. He slowly turned around and walked away from that space. Just before the blonde woman called out to the emperor, he stepped out of there. Apart from the sound of his own heart pounding, no other sound could be heard.

"You want to play with me? Fine! I'll play bigger and better than anyone else!"

The emperor's mind flashed back to fragments of the past, some good, some bad, but they all shared one thing in common: they severely affected his inner self. He had always restrained himself, unwilling to recall these moments. There was one person, whose image had never been blurred in his mind, yet even he himself didn't know who he was.

Was this man Wu Molong? Or the man who resembled him more than ten years ago?

The emperor had never shown his vulnerable side before, except for this moment. In the darkness, a pair of white hands reached out from the shadows. The blonde woman, freed from the monster's restraints, reached out through the iron bars, almost touching the emperor. But her cry couldn't reach his ears; instead, it aroused the monster's lust, trying to pull her back. But the blonde woman still heard it…

The instant her hand reached out into the darkness, just a moment, but she definitely heard it—she heard crying…

A man so majestic that others felt he had never been weak or shed a tear in his life was crying?

That night, a silvery-white shadow descended from the darkness. It was a white lion with enormous wings, its wings gleaming with a silvery light. Its wings were stronger than any other winged creature on earth, comparable only to the legendary Roc and Phoenix. No mortal being could match it. Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Inhaling and exhaling rhythmically, irresistible! Click to enter.

Two men sat above. The man in the lead was younger, but his face was filled with sorrow, making him seem devoid of his usual vitality. The man behind him wore full armor, his helmet concealing his features, but his noble air was still evident from his snow-white face.

Those were Wu Molong and Beidou. They landed in the forest behind the pass. Exhausted from a day's flight, the silver lion beast lay down to rest. Wu Molong went to find food, while Beidou…?

He only looked up at the sky from the ground, searching for his favorite place from the stars and celestial phenomena. However, even after Wu Molong returned with a few rabbits and a wild boar, he still couldn't find the Witch Queen's natal star...

"Beidou... the food is ready. By the way... do you need anything to eat?"

Wu Molong started a fire and skinned the rabbits with a short knife. The aroma of meat gradually filled the air. Meanwhile, the Silver Lion Beast was dismembering half a wild boar, its blood staining its silvery-white fur as it ate with relish, ignoring its master and instead leaning against Wu Molong, who was stroking its curly fur.

After a long while, Beidou sighed, turned around in despair, and saw Wu Molong and the Silver Lion Beast snuggling together, one eating raw meat and the other eating cooked meat. He half-jokingly said,

"Red Wolf... should I get you one too?"

Wu Molong didn't respond, only looking at Beidou with a strange gaze. He grabbed one of the roasted rabbits in one hand and put it in his mouth.

"(Demons...eat too, huh?"

Completely ignoring Beidou's joke, Wu Molong only turned back to eat after realizing Beidou also needed to eat. Beidou then removed his helmet, revealing a sorrowful expression to Wu Molong for the first time.

Wu Molong knew Beidou also had his own sorrows, but the situation was different; he was the powerful and influential King of the Underworld... King of the Underworld? The ruler of the dead, right?

"Beidou, you govern the Underworld, right? Then...can't you keep the Witch Queen by your side?"

Beidou smiled upon hearing this before replying,

"Indeed, if her soul returns to my realm."

What did that mean?

The Witch Queen used power beyond her own to leave her final consciousness within the petrified statue of herself, intending to unleash a final spell ten years later. Within seven days of her death, she would float in the mortal realm, possibly becoming a spirit, or perhaps remaining for reincarnation at the appropriate time. However, Beidou, observing the celestial phenomena, foresaw that the Witch Queen's soul was destined not to linger in any of the three realms. Since the beginning of the world, only the separation between Beidou and the Witch Queen had been the greatest.

This was the most wicked and unforgivable evil deed committed by the Moon Worship Cult Leader; he destroyed the most unforgettable love story in the world, leading to his execution by Zhao Ling'er ten years later and his suffering in hell, where he would endure endless torment until the end of the world.

Their love and separation also surpassed the separation of all lovers in the world. They could not meet in reincarnation, could not be summoned by spirit mediums, and even their souls could not reside in the same place. Only after Beidou had been tormented by grief for millions of years, and when his soul could no longer bear any more sorrow, would they be in the same place.

His soul vanished from the world...

Wu Molong felt a heavy weight in his heart. He truly didn't deserve Beidou's thanks. Beidou's strength made him realize how insignificant he was. He was in despair over the loss of his beloved, yet he didn't give up on his own life. He even encouraged and helped Wu Molong's love!

Afterwards, they were all exhausted, but Wu Molong still volunteered to keep watch, because he had too many things to consider for the future. He observed, listened, and sniffed out whether the Han army would suddenly appear, while carefully thinking about future countermeasures.

The absence of Shi Jiaolong didn't mean he had truly lost his mind; he had been replaced by Beidou, who was perhaps even smarter than Shi Jiaolong. However, Wu Molong still felt his chances of victory were slim. Even though Beidou's strength clearly surpassed the Emperor's, his wild intuition told him that the Emperor was still a formidable enemy. And as he predicted, this battle was the most perilous of all Beidou's wars in the human world!

And in the end, both he and Wu Molong failed, and the Human Emperor ultimately emerged victorious.

Wu Molong, of course, knew nothing of these things. He was only trying to think about what he had experienced in past battles and what he could apply to this fight. But he was too tired today, and soon, exhausted, he collapsed...

After a while, Wu Molong woke up and realized that he had fallen asleep without realizing it. He immediately looked at the moon's phases and realized that he had probably slept for about half an hour. Fortunately, it seemed that no one had discovered them, otherwise he might have already lost his head.

He looked back at Beidou, who had placed his helmet in his hand, sat cross-legged against a tree trunk, covered himself with his cloak, and fallen asleep. At this moment, a white light came from the depths of the forest. It only flashed for a moment, and Wu Molong immediately ran over at top speed!

It was a lake in the center of the forest, reflecting the silvery white moonlight. In the center stood a silver-haired girl who was stunned by Wu Molong. She was as pure and immaculate as if she were surrounded by the moon. Her lower body was immersed in the water, but she did not show any shyness. She seemed to have merged with nature. Even though she was naked, the silver light around her was her clothing.

She smiled, a radiant smile, and ran towards Wu Molong. Before he could react, she pounced on him...

Caught off guard by the silver-haired girl, Wu Molong instinctively pushed her away, accidentally squeezing her breast. The soft touch faithfully transmitted to his mind, and his manhood obediently stood erect. A blush flashed across the girl's face, not from the shame of being seen naked, but from the pleasure of her breasts being gently caressed.

Then, like a wild child, the girl nestled naked against Wu Molong's chest, licking and touching him in affection. She looked like a savage raised by wild beasts, yet her sacred feelings were as unrestrained as a lake spirit from the night forest. Wu Molong simply picked her up; after all, encountering such an almost impossible romantic encounter, it would be a shame not to take advantage of it.

Just as Wu Molong picked her up, his body automatically transformed, turning him into a half-werewolf. He hadn't exerted any effort and didn't know why he had suddenly transformed; he only knew that the girl before him was staring intently at the wolf's lower body, her gaze fixed on him. Trembling,

she grasped his barely manageable penis with her jade-like hands, a look of longing on her face. She leaned her entire body against him, enveloping the massive member. Her warm, soft flesh stimulated it. Wu Molong secretly marveled at her skill. Even the smooth skin of Po Hong, one of the four great witches of the Moon Worship Sect, was only comparable to hers, but this girl possessed an even firmer foundation. Her large, fragrant breasts were incredibly soft; Wu Molong lightly grasped them, his fingers immediately sinking into her pink nipples…

What a sensation! Her breasts, comparable in size to Madam Lin's, lacked the elasticity of Tianxiang's. Instead, they were incredibly soft, so fragile they seemed easily crushed with the slightest force. The Martial Demon Dragon sensed his own heartbeat pounding through her chest; the rapid heartbeat and her movements created an obscene cacophony that ignited lust, a language designed solely to arouse desire! If there was any flaw in the silver-haired girl, it was perhaps that she didn't produce any breast milk…

"Wait… wait…"

Before the incoherent wolf could finish his sentence, he couldn't hold back his first ejaculation, his white semen splattering onto the silver-haired girl's body. The white liquid spread across her snow-white form and the shimmering silver of her skin—a scene both sacred and obscene.

Like using elegant language and tone to utter vulgarities or wiping one's bottom with silk, it was incongruous and out of place, yet an irresistible, maddening aura surged through their minds.

The silver-haired girl lay on the ground, hugging her legs with both hands, exposing her private area to Wu Molong. Her flesh was still quite white compared to that of an average girl, but the faint pink hue was already quite striking on her body, and a large amount of lustful fluid was still flowing there. Wu Molong didn't hear the girl's words, but he clearly heard her say:

"Hurry up, I want it too."

The huge crimson wolf body pressed down on the delicate body of the snow-white girl, and the disproportionately large penis thrust into the girl's honey hole, pumping in and out. The scent of lustful fluid and fragrant sweat filled the area illuminated by the girl's silver light, and bursts of moans came from the girl's mouth, unable to bear it any longer.

What would be a shocking sight to a third party was, to them, simply a sweet and intimate relationship. For the first time, the wolf had felt a female fully accept its enormous penis from the very beginning; its size was truly enormous and terrifying. The thirteen-inch-long, thick penis moved in and out of the delicate, tender vagina, yet the girl felt no pain whatsoever. She closed her eyes, enjoying the wolf's service. Gradually, she began to sublimate with the thrusting movements. She embraced the wolf, kissed its cheek, and then her vagina tightened forcefully. The gentle, fleshy sensation was too much for the wolf's stamina to bear, and another ejaculation shot into her body.

It was unbelievable that such skill was human. The wolf licked the girl's face; only they knew whether it represented gratitude or apology. But the wolf still tried its best to satisfy this girl whose lewd skills surpassed those of any human it had ever encountered. Perhaps she was the goddess of the moon and lakes? It was truly unimaginable that she was human...

Finally, after their fourth round, the demon wolf, as expected, brought the girl to orgasm. After a spasm, the girl showed the demon dragon an approving look, and then, with even more incredible skill, pulled out the remaining part of the demon wolf's penis all at once...

Just by gently pressing the tip of his testicles, the demon wolf felt as if his thirteen-inch weapon was being paralyzed, yet he could feel the other's licking or caressing more clearly than usual. The tenderness beyond imagination played with his penis wantonly, until finally, it was tightly attacked by the huge breasts, the hardened nipples and the tongue simultaneously stimulating the glans. Only then did the demon wolf begin to realize something was wrong.

The engorgement of his penis made it turn bright red, as if it was about to explode. Slight pain and gentle pleasure simultaneously assaulted the demon wolf, and a crazy emotion that knew neither pain nor pleasure surged out at the same time. Tears streamed down the demon wolf's face, because he simultaneously felt the memories of past sadness and joy.

When the girl thought she had had enough, she released her hand that had been pressing on his testicles. An unprecedented sensation surged from the wolf's lower body to his head, and an astonishing amount of semen instantly filled the girl's small mouth, continuing to ejaculate uncontrollably. The wolf even suspected that the goddess of the lake was using his semen to bathe, since the amount should be enough to do so.

"This is the first time I've seen her so clingy,"

Beidou laughed at Wumolong in the campfire. On Wumolong's lap lay the silver-haired girl from before. She was neither the goddess of the lake nor the moon, nor a human, but something Wumolong could never have imagined... the girl form of the Silver Lion Beast.

"Are you kidding me? It's clearly a male lion..."

The Martial Demon Dragon didn't seem to like that his prey usually appeared in lion form. After ejaculating—enough to exhaust his already powerful stamina—he gradually reverted to human form, but his demonic energy didn't diminish. The silver light emanating from the Silver Lion Beast seemed to be a special kind of barrier.

Meanwhile, Hokuto had already been awakened. Seeing the exhausted Martial Demon Dragon lying on the ground, he couldn't help but laugh.

It turned out that the Silver Lion Beast itself had no gender; in other words, it possessed both sexes and could freely transform. Perhaps it enjoyed being female during mating, as it almost always transformed into the silver-haired beauty he had just seen. For its rider, serving its mount was also an important task. Besides the Martial Demon Dragon, Hokuto would occasionally play this game with it as well.

However, this also broadened Wu Molong's horizons. A mere mount had already reached a level of skill that left him completely defenseless. Although this was in bed, he, who never admitted defeat, truly had to reassess the completely unfamiliar Demon Realm!

"Don't misunderstand, not every demon is as powerful as her. Your situation is already quite strong even in the Demon Realm, but you've encountered her and me after all. In the Demon Realm, we are the most skilled sex experts!"

Whether ancient gods or demons, their attitudes towards sex were not as solemn as we imagine today. On the contrary, incest, bestiality, and the like were quite open—things that people have distorted and slandered.

According to Beidou, this silver lion beast wasn't originally his; it was raised by his elder brother, whom he often mentioned. He was the strongest among all the demon gods, even Beidou couldn't compare. Only another of the Seven Generals and the Heavenly Demon could rival him. Furthermore, his genitals were the most magnificent and powerful in the Three Realms, even the immortals would be jealous!

The more Wu Molong listened, the more he felt that Beidou's respect for his elder brother was just like his own respect for Elder Shi...

Beidou was the most like the Heavenly Demon among all the demons. They were more like true warriors than anyone else. Unlike Beidou, although they were equally intelligent, they never liked to use schemes. Because of this, the Heavenly Demon never liked Beidou, but he cherished Beidou's elder brother very much.

Fortunately, the bond between these two brothers was closer than any other brotherhood in the world. Even though he had disappeared five hundred years ago, Beidou still missed his elder brother very much to this day.

This is why He and the Silver Lion Beast liked the Martial Demon Dragon so much; they were so alike, both loyal and passionate, fierce yet gentle. Beidou found a sense of elder brotherhood in him, and the Silver Lion Beast found a similar scent. However, neither of them revealed this feeling, not even until the very end, because they believed that their bond didn't need to be maintained by who the Martial Demon Dragon resembled—never needed, neither Beidou nor the Silver Lion Beast…

Today, they sleep outside the pass, but tomorrow, they will return to the capital. Waiting for them, besides the Emperor, are tens of thousands of Han soldiers still in their armor and a powerful man's meticulously planned trap!

All beasts and birds flee from the crowd; at midnight, the warbling of orioles carries the sounds of spring,

the fragrance of violets travels a thousand miles, a light sniff infuses lustful thoughts.

Wolves abuse their young, crippling their limbs; who is not human?

Crimson steps roar in the Imperial Palace; with wisdom in hand, they slaughter all!

In the densely wooded outskirts of the countryside, all the wild animals of the mountains and forests vanished in the dead of night. Even the nocturnal owls dared not emerge to hunt, and the foxes and roe deer all fled from the swiftly advancing army.

Among the many beasts, not a single lone wolf was to be seen, for they had all been shot dead by the army and eaten by the soldiers. In the shadows, countless eyes gleamed with the light of night-blooming jasmine—these were birds and beasts lurking in the darkness, eyeing the Han army's rations with predatory intent. Yet, none dared to step onto the grass trampled by the army. The flattened grass emitted an even stronger stench than usual. The moon shone brightly, but the soldiers refused to sleep. Full and warm, they were now filled with lust, their greedy eyes fixed on their commander's camp with the greed of wild dogs!

In Lü Fengxian's military camp, seductive moans filled the air. The fragrance of violets wafted from within the tents, arousing primal desires in the males, both human and beast. Their strong arms, no longer able to grip the spears and swords of slaughter, secretly reached into their already bulging groins...

Initially worried about being ridiculed, they discovered that those around them were also doing the same. A large group of robust men were masturbating in front of a tent emitting melodious sounds. It was impossible to tell whether the heavy breathing inside was from humans or the soft cries of wild beasts; all that was clear was that the males danced to the women's calls, brandishing their 'teeth' to release their pent-up desires.

But... that sound definitely wasn't one of pleasure...

"No, no... please let me go... it hurts so much..."

Without a doubt, it was a stunning cry. Only she in the world could emit such an arousing fragrance. But who in the world would simultaneously inflict such painful cries during lovemaking?

This stunning woman was one of the most renowned and skilled sluts in the world, one of the few women who could fully enjoy sexual pleasure. Even a virile man like Elder Shi couldn't completely satisfy her needs. Could it be that Lu Fengxian of the Tianji Sect was truly a master in bed?

Or... did he have some strange interest?

Inside the tent, a light purple silk robe draped over a young girl, who appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old. A flower crown adorned her head, and beautiful roses, their vibrant red color shimmering, surrounded her bare feet. Instead of the cheerful smile expected of a girl her age, her face was filled with bitterness and displeasure. Countless tears streamed from her bright eyes, not from suffering, but from something related to what her lips held…

Lu Fengxian's penis was enjoying the stimulation of her soft, sweet tongue, simultaneously stimulating her body. His entire shaft was coated with a potent, tear-inducing potion, causing her to uncontrollably shed tears. Lu Fengxian, far from being aroused, was extremely satisfied with the beautiful girl's current expression.

"That expression is great, let me create an even better one for you!!!"

Lü Fengxian pulled the thin rope in his hand, and blood dripped from his own hand. It turned out that what he held in his hand was a red rose thorn. The blood from his hand dripped onto the equally red rose, connecting to the thorn wrapped around Jingyan's neck, tightening it. Jingyan had no choice but to lean forward in pain, taking the entire penis into her mouth.

However, apart from being coated with a strange potion, that thing was nothing special. What did that mean? It was just a piece of meat from the Southern Kingdom. Perhaps that was its special feature? While everyone outside the tent was incredibly excited, their lower bodies erect and heads held high, the little penis that was enjoying the fragrant and tender flesh showed no 'improvement' whatsoever!

Drops of crimson blood dripped from the rose petals, mingling with the blood of Lü Fengxian and Jingyan. Sex, a form of intercourse filled only with pain and devoid of pleasure, could also cause her body to heat up and emit a fragrance. Lü Fengxian, unable to find a proper release for her lust, felt her blood surging, her face turning a deep purple. She feared that one wrong move and she might suffer a stroke.

"Bitch...come here!! Call my name."

Lü Fengxian grabbed Jingyan's long, flowing hair, pulling her close and ordering her to call him by his name. But Jingyan didn't call him that; instead, she addressed him by another name.

"Dad, Dad... Daddy!"

Jingyan was obviously not Lü Fengxian's daughter, and her age was barely acceptable, but Lü Fengxian enjoyed this kind of depraved pleasure. Torturing young, tender girls was his only entertainment, given his impotence. Hearing Jingyan call him "Dad" completely awakened his savagery. His hands, as thick as her thighs, pulled her up by her hair, pushed her onto the bed, and then pressed himself against her. Even though his soft, useless member couldn't penetrate the fragrant young girl's body, he fully utilized her soft, jade-like walls to surround his small penis, rubbing it vigorously to generate pleasure.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Lü Fengxian's yang energy had been lost, and a stream of semen shot onto Jingyan's body. The thin, porridge-like white fluid once again demonstrated Lü Fengxian's impotence in bed; only the pleasure derived from pain and abuse allowed him to salvage any semblance of dignity.

The men outside had long since abandoned their weapons. Thousands upon thousands fired their cannons almost simultaneously, filling the entire camp with a strong, pungent stench of semen. Even the smell that reached the tent was stronger than the smell of the thin blob of semen before them!

"How about it, daughter? Be as good as you are today tomorrow."

One of Lü Fengxian's conditions for withdrawing his troops, besides using Shi Jiaolong to lure out Wu Molong, was the desire to obtain Jingyan. This was proposed by the leader of the Baiyue Cult himself. In his eyes, Lü Fengxian was a promising talent; he was cunning and ambitious. Even though his martial arts were inferior to Wu Molong's, he was still very young, and one day his martial arts would surely match Wu Molong's. Therefore, he thought it wouldn't hurt to do Lü Fengxian a favor.

"…Besides Senior Brother's thing, nothing can satisfy me. Even in the eyes of a little girl like me, your thing is nothing."

Frankly speaking, Lü Fengxian's thing wasn't small, but the inability to achieve an erection was utterly inadequate to satisfy any woman. Upon hearing this, Lü Fengxian flew into a rage, slapping Jingyan's cheek, causing the rose petals on her body to rub against her delicate skin.

How could such an absurd and lewd scene appear within the disciplined Han army?

The matter arose yesterday when General Shenwu received a messenger from the Emperor. He abandoned his duties as the military commander and commander of the capital, preparing only to quickly bring Shi Jiaolong back to the capital on lightly armed horses. All affairs were naturally left to Lü Fengxian. Lü Fengxian had always been hesitant to touch his newly acquired favorite due to Shenwu's presence, but his homosexual tendencies compelled him to thoroughly ravage the young girl.

Finally, today, he couldn't resist any longer. Disregarding military discipline and morale, he dragged Jingyan into his tent for a good time of debauchery…

The next day

, Jingyan was released. Handcuffed, she had no strength to escape from the nearly ten thousand men, yet she possessed an unparalleled attraction to these battlefield scum. Don't think that no one intended to rush into Lü's tent and have sex with this adorable little girl last night; however, when three men entered and three heads flew out, no one dared to disturb their master's pleasure.

Lu Fengxian was an utterly perverse man. He couldn't have a woman with whom he wanted others to only look and listen, unable to have sex with her either. Thankfully, this was the case; otherwise, even with her stunning beauty, she wouldn't have been able to endure so many men gang-raping and tormenting her…

At this moment, under the bright sunlight, her almost transparent silk dress fully revealed her delicate body. She still bore wounds from thorns, her face streaked with tears, and her expression weary—a truly pitiful sight.

The soldiers in the camp were mostly secretly watching her; wherever she went, she was a conspicuous sight. She tried hard to suppress her thoughts, but yesterday's half-baked Lu Fengxian couldn't satisfy her. She desperately wanted to find a strong, attractive older man, pull down his pants, and have her raped right there and then.

However, this might kill her, given her naturally stunning physique. Yesterday, these beasts in human skin hadn't attacked because they valued their lives. If her body heated up, that lewd fragrance would turn everyone here into lustful beasts. How could she, alone, possibly defeat such a massive army?

But things didn't go as planned. Jingyan walked to an inconspicuous corner of the camp and saw a young, strong soldier washing himself with water. His young, strong body was completely exposed before her. The soldier's back was to her, so she couldn't see his face. Then, as if he had heard her thoughts, he turned around…

The soldier's trousers were wet and clung to his feet, but when he turned around because of the strange fragrance, he saw a young girl unable to resist touching her beautiful body with her delicate hands!

Jingyan desperately tried to hold back, awkwardly exchanging glances with the soldier, but when she saw the soldier's crotch gradually bulging…

they could no longer restrain themselves!!

Even they themselves hadn't expected it to be so fast. Before they even realized it, the two were already embracing, their tongues locked in a fierce battle, their rough hands caressing the girl's beautiful body, plunging into her already overflowing, mysterious flower garden.

"Heh, you really are a slut!"

The soldier knew that Jingyan was beyond his grasp, and he insulted her even more to arouse himself. Sure enough, this only made the girl's movements more sensitive and intense. Her childlike body gave the soldier a feeling he had never experienced before. He had been to brothels with some veterans, but he had never played with a girl this young.

"Yes... I'm a slutty girl, big brother, don't you like it?"

The soft touch, the musky scent, and the silky smooth skin stimulated every nerve in the soldier's body until he finally couldn't take it anymore and fired his first shot into Jingyan's hands.

"I love it... I love it the most! I love slutty little girls!!!!"

The soldier was thrilled by these words. He longed to completely conquer this lovely girl, trying to harden his limp penis. Meanwhile, Jingyan was enjoying the semen residue on her hands. The long-lost pungent smell rekindled her desire. Compared to last night, this was wonderful, as if she had never enjoyed such a wonderful moment before.

At this moment, a bright red stain appeared before them. It was bright red blood. Jingyan was no longer a virgin. This was not a sign of deflowering. It was another veteran who had killed the young soldier with his single-edged sword...

The veteran's body was incredibly ruddy. His thick hands gripped Jingyan's thighs as if trying to spread them apart. He brought his ugly face close to Jingyan's honey pot. At first, Jingyan screamed in fear, but when the veteran's tongue entered her tender little hole, his skillful technique made her feel even more pleasure than the young soldier. She then took the initiative to use her delicate hands to adjust the veteran's position, giving her even greater pleasure.

Then, more soldiers arrived, and the same thing happened again. Each of them wanted to possess this wanton child alone, their desire so strong that they were willing to kill their comrades who had fought alongside them the day before!

Then, a struggle, like that often occurs in nature, began for races to vie for the right to mate. You cut off my hand, I bite off his nose, he smashes your testicles, all for the purpose of venting their bestial lust.

However, the stunning beauty on the side could not endure their struggle to reach a conclusion. She had endured all night. After leaving the Black Miao, she was no longer under the control of the cult leader's puppetry, but the powerful sexual desire she had cultivated could not be changed in a short time. She would rather everyone stop and fuck her together than endure this torture. But her hand was uncontrollably penetrating her own cunt, and the flow of vaginal fluid and moans continued unabated. The fragrance of violets grew stronger, attracting even more beasts that were no longer human to join the mating struggle!

Anyone who dared to approach Jingyan was instantly killed by the others, yet their bodies couldn't bear to stay away from her. They had gone completely mad, and the surrounding tents collapsed one after another. A white shadow soared over the heads of the soldiers and stood before Jingyan!

It was a lion with enormous wings. Jingyan immediately thought of the legendary beast, the Suanyan, one of the nine sons of the dragon, resembling a lion.

The white lion, oblivious to her presence, deftly grabbed Jingyan with its forelimbs and lifted her into the air. The soldiers, of course, refused to let it go, immediately grabbing nearby bows and arrows and firing. But the white lion's hide was thick and tough; ordinary arrows were useless. However, the white lion, in pain, felt enraged!

It roared, and a fireball shot out of its mouth. Only Jingyan, who was closest to it, noticed something amiss: it didn't actually spew from its mouth. Its roar distorted space, summoning the fireball out of thin air. That roar might have been some ancient language from the time of gods and demons, giving it a majestic, regal air.

The sound of that fireball was truly astonishing. Lü Fengxian, Gao Wenzhong, and Guo Zhen were all startled. Seeing the monster capture Jingyan, Lü Fengxian was almost moved to tears. It seemed that even in his madness, he was truly in love with Jingyan. Despite his excitement, he remained calm. He immediately raised his double crescent halberd, while his sworn brother, Guo Zhen, wrapped an arrow in a talisman, bent down, drew his bow, and fired an arrow. Lü Fengxian, quick-witted and agile, leaped onto the arrow!

Whether influenced by the talisman's power or not, Lü Fengxian, whose lightness skill wasn't sufficient to fly on arrows, didn't fall off. She brandished her halberd, determined to kill the white lion. At this moment, the white lion let out another, lower, deeper roar—a roar that Jingyan had heard before, the sound of the water demon beast!

Just like before, a stream of white water shot from its mouth. It seemed unaware that Lü Fengxian was a water phoenix; in the water, it was even more powerful. Only Gao Wenzhong noticed something amiss! As Lü Fengxian wielded her halberd to control the water, the white lion spewed out black poisonous smoke. With the white water and black smoke mingling, a murky curtain of water blocked Lü Fengxian's path, while the white lion vanished into the black smoke. Only Gao Wenzhong anticipated the white lion's whereabouts and had already used his superior lightness skill to leap through the air, waiting to strike!

It's out! Instead of the white lion, a strange silver-haired man appeared. He held the stunning figure that had originally belonged to the white lion's paw and tossed her into the air. Gao Wenzhong didn't care about anything else and unleashed his Azure Dragon Sword Technique with lightning speed, slashing out thirty times in a row. However, just before he could strike, the silver-haired man's giant hand pressed down on his wrist, as if he could see through every single sword strike. Just as Gao Wenzhong's exquisite swordsmanship was rendered useless, the silver-haired man punched him!

Then, using Gao Wenzhong's body as a stepping stone, he leaped up and continued his stunning display. A flash of lightning streaked across the scene, obscuring the two figures from view before disappearing completely. At this moment, Lü Fengxian emerged from the murky darkness. The white lion had vanished, and he could only struggle to support himself with his double crescent halberds, his face pale and purple, clearly poisoned...

"Damn it all!!!!!!!!!"

In Lü Fengxian's mind, there was only one person who could wield such a strange beast—his sworn enemy. He believed he was slightly weaker than this person in every aspect, just a tiny bit, at least that's what he thought.

Little did he know, that person didn't see it that way at all. At least that person believed their last battle was over, and in that person's eyes, only the Emperor was his true nemesis!

Needless to say, that person was none other than Wu Molong, the Chu Ba Yu mentioned by the defeated generals.

"Heavens above... why did you create Lu Fengxian and Chu Bayu?!"

Jingyan exclaimed, returning to the back of the flying white lion—the Silver Lion Beast of the Big Dipper. Sitting atop its back, she rubbed her vulva against its strong, muscular back to relieve her burning desire. Knowing she was nearing her limit, the Silver Lion Beast landed on the ground and gently laid her down.

Knowing exactly what it was about to do, it used its claws to spread Jingyan's legs, examining her vulva. It immediately realized the hole no longer needed any lubrication and instead felt sorry for her, having endured so much. It decided not to transform into a human and proceed directly in its lion form!

Moreover, it couldn't wait any longer; that deadly fragrance had already eroded its will. Perhaps even the Big Dipper hadn't expected a human girl to emit such an aphrodisiac fragrance that even ancient magical beasts couldn't resist.

Even though she was stunning, she had only been with the Red Wolf once, and her experience with bestiality was still limited. She relied entirely on the Silver Lion Beast for domination, its enormous penis thrusting deep into her small, fleshy opening. Although her vagina was already quite formidable, it couldn't withstand the beast's enormous size and the ferocity of its thrusts.

"Ah...ah...it hurts...slower, gentler, yes...like this! So good..."

Judging from her expression, she was genuinely enjoying it. The Silver Lion Beast was perhaps the best bestiality instructor in the world; it fully understood what this human needed, disregarding its own pleasure. Even the Martial Demon Dragon struggled to do this, and perhaps it was something no male creature could easily achieve. Those men who strongly desired to bring women to pleasure and orgasm might seem like it, but wasn't it ultimately about satisfying male pride and strange vanity?

If you ask a man to only bring his female partner to orgasm without releasing himself, I think he'd yell "Fuck you!" But the Silver Lion Beast is not only hermaphroditic, but his master has also taught him to truly prioritize the pleasure of others. Perhaps only beasts and sex slaves who are no different from beasts can do that.

In short, Jingyan is gradually enjoying the pleasure of bestiality. Before, she always thought that bestiality was just because wild animals have bigger penises and wilder movements. Until now, she has discovered for the first time how to enjoy sexual pleasure when both parties cannot communicate.

Gradually, she and the Silver Lion Beast could understand each other without words. As long as the Silver Lion Beast's penis was still inside her, their movements were perfectly synchronized. Just by observing each other's physical reactions, they could understand what the other wanted to do. Jingyan also realized that she no longer needed to say any pointless words; her mouth only needed to emit sounds of genuine pleasure…

Jingyan might not know that Madam Lin had tried this before. At that time, she was trying to understand the Red Wolf's mindset. To be able to understand the thoughts of the person holding you without relying on language was truly a wonderful thing, even if that person wasn't human.

Then, Jingyan used her second killer move: she wrapped her hair around the Silver Lion Beast's penis. At first, the Silver Lion Beast didn't understand, but after a couple more thrusts, it understood. This little girl was simply the highest masterpiece of the god of lust; even a single strand of hair had such power!

The penis, entangled in hair, seemed paralyzed, feeling only waves of pleasure without the urge to ejaculate. For the first time, the silver lion responded to the stunning gift with a beastly roar, fucking her even more vigorously. Naked flesh surrounded the mane-covered lion's body, and the silver lion lowered its wings to wrap around and protect the stunning woman. The soft flesh and firm muscles rubbed against each other, and finally, after a long time, the stunning woman was willing to release the silver lion's penis. A terrifyingly large amount of semen sprayed onto the stunning woman's body...

Apart from Beidou, this was probably the most semen in the world, enough to cover the stunning woman's entire delicate body. She played with the semen on her body in her hands, and then gently tasted it. It was as sweet as honey, making one want to put it all in their mouth, yet reluctant to swallow it.

"Roar..."

After finishing, the Silver Lion let out a soft cry, then licked the cheek of the stunning creature to show affection. She hugged the Silver Lion back. Now that they no longer mated, they couldn't know what the other was thinking, but the stunning creature finally agreed to sit on its back and fly deeper into the forest.

Then, the Silver Lion flew back to where the Martial Dragon and Beidou were. When the Silver Lion brought the stunning creature to the Martial Dragon, she almost cried with joy.

"Yan'er, you're alright, all better..."

"Senior brother, how did you know I was here?"

Actually, Wu Molong was looking for Shi Jiaolong, but she had already left with Shenwu. It was already strange that Wu Molong saw Jingyan not with the four witches accompanying the sect leader that day. There was also a rumor circulating in the martial world that Lü Fengxian was not only impotent but also a homosexual. So when he discovered Jingyan's disappearance, he wondered if she was with Lü Fengxian. Sure enough, this guy, almost as perverted as the Moon Worship Sect Leader, was indeed a sadist...

"Really... only a madman would treat such a lovely girl like you like this."

Wu Molong used the medicine he had to bandage Jingyan's wounds. She was the woman Wu Molong loved most in his life. Although his love for her wasn't as deep as for Shi Jiaolong or Madam Lin, seeing this little girl covered in wounds was truly heartbreaking.

"I hope she won't have any scars..."

Wu Molong touched Jingyan's wounds, speaking with genuine concern.

"Senior brother... thank you."

Surprised by her senior brother's care, she felt less distressed and leaned in to kiss him.

"Senior brother... can I... come with you? I don't want to go back to Nanzhao."

After regaining her freedom, Jingyan couldn't imagine what it would be like to return to life in the Black Miao region. She could have endured it if she were just a concubine for the Moon Worship Cult Leader's lust, but when he didn't even treat her as a favored concubine and casually gave her away to others, she felt utterly hopeless. Now, this little girl only felt safe in this man's arms…

"Roar!!!"

Oh right, and the Silver Lion Beast too.

"Child, I know you're in pain right now, but we want to know the current situation in the military camp, anything is fine, please tell us!"

Beidou remained calm, stating the crux of the matter. Jingyan didn't blame him for his lack of tenderness, because rescuing Shi Jiaolong was also her top priority. However, she still wondered why her senior brother had this extra help.

Wu Molong naturally wouldn't tell her that Beidou was a demon, and even more so, an ancient demon god. After some persuasion, Jingyan finally understood Beidou's extraordinary identity. After Jingyan recounted the recent events in the military camp, and Beidou explained his plan, Jingyan was even more impressed by his insightful observations. Meanwhile, Wu Molong wasn't idle either; he and the Silver Lion Beast went into the forest to find food that could nourish the girl.

When they returned, Beidou had already lit a fire and was waiting.

Jingyan was exhausted, and after being reassured, she couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep. The Silver Lion Beast also lay beside Wu Molong. But weren't they supposed to break into the palace today? Why did they spend time rescuing Jingyan?

"I'm sorry, Beidou... my back is still weak. Could we stay one more day?"

These were the last words Wu Molong said before going to sleep yesterday.

After his passionate night with the Silver Lion Beast, Wu Molong's waist strength hadn't fully recovered. Since waist control is the most crucial element in all martial arts, he was completely unable to fight at the time. If he really wanted to storm the imperial city, he would need at least another day of rest!

"Look at you, one on each side, enjoying the blessings of two women,"

Beidou teased Wu Molong. Wu Molong currently had two creatures resting on his laps: a stunningly beautiful human woman and a male and female Silver Lion Beast, both of whom he had shared a night of passion with. In fact, they weren't the only ones he'd had a night of pleasure with. In a way, Wu Molong was indeed quite lucky; wherever he went, his good fortune with women followed.

Wu Molong couldn't think of a retort, so he simply woke them up and distributed the food he had prepared earlier.

Aside from the Big Dipper, for the demons, eating or not makes little difference; what's more important is their mental state. They possess extremely strong physical strength, capable of sustaining intense battles for three days and three nights without issue, but their mental state requires rest.

"You guys eat, I'm going to sleep first. We need to make it to the morning court tomorrow!"

"Hmm...you're really cold-hearted."

Jingyan bit into the piece of meat in her mouth. Wu Molong had said she wouldn't eat it if she told him what kind of meat it was, so she didn't ask. But she still took a bite with trepidation. The taste was not bad, but she knew there were only a few kinds of medicinal food, so she was mentally prepared.

So-called medicinal food refers to absorbing more nutrients than usual when sick. Farmers who usually only eat white rice and vegetables with little meat borrow leftover heads and tails from livestock farmers when they are sick, allowing the sick to eat meat to replenish their strength. The basic medicinal food is nothing more than wild boar or wild dog, because these two are omnivores, and their meat is very effective in restoring strength.

"By the way, Red Wolf... don't get up in the middle of the night to do anything that strains your back."

"Go to hell!!!"

Inside the main hall stood about a thousand people, all high-ranking officials and nobles. On the upper platform of the hall sat a dragon throne, with dozens of palace maids serving the emperor. After listening to the monotonous reports from civil and military officials at the daily morning court, the emperor wanted some surprises.

According to the Han army's return journey, Lü Fengxian and her group should have returned this afternoon, and they should have already received reports of their return to the outskirts of the city. However, something had happened at the Han army camp yesterday, and they hadn't yet departed.

At this moment, a lightly armed Han soldier carrying a brocade box rushed into the hall. The Imperial Guards immediately tried to stop this unknown figure, but none of them could stop him. Fortunately, he wasn't an assassin. He stopped in the center of the hall, and no one dared to approach this person, friend or foe. While the emperor was still carefully observing him, he spoke!

"This humble servant has come specifically to report on the results of our army's attack on the Miao!!"

The crowd murmured in surprise. It was common knowledge that the Han army's attack on the Miao had failed and they were currently withdrawing. Could some new problem have arisen?

Before the Emperor could give any indication, the man interrupted, his voice so loud that even the eunuch trying to stop him was startled.

"This humble servant followed the Han army into the Miao territory and personally witnessed our army's battle with the Miao people. The Miao's arrow formations were cunning and ingenious. Our army fought fiercely at the gates of Nanzhao for half a day without success. Our Grand General Shenwu's sneak attack strategy was also thwarted by the Miao cult leader. The Black Miao Witch King signaled for our surrender, but the defeated leader, Chu Ba Yu, refused to yield and was ultimately abandoned by our Han brothers!!"

The man's string of words reached the ears of all the officials. By this time, the Emperor and Shenwu behind him already knew who this man was, but they hadn't expected him to be able to turn black into white and white into black, influencing the officials' intentions with preconceived notions!

More importantly, he should be over a hundred miles away. Shenwu didn't believe he could return to the Central Plains faster than the Han army, but he did return first!

"How dare you! How dare you, a lowly man, spread such rumors? Just because of your words, are we going to abandon the loyalty of our brothers?"

Shenwu had calculated that Wu Molong was disguising himself as a common soldier to gain sympathy, and decided to use this tactic against him, pointing out that he was just a common soldier and how could he know the general's strategy? Hahaha, Wu Molong, your cleverness has backfired this time. If you had come up with your true identity, you could have argued with us, but in fact, once Lü Fengxian and the others return, your lies will be exposed!

Just as Shenwu was speaking passionately, the Imperial Guards were about to rush out and grab him, but he raised the brocade box in his hand, removed his helmet, and shouted his name!

"I am Chu Ba Yu, the defeated general!! My brothers abandoned me, why should I care about loyalty? I have returned today for only one reason: to announce the truth to the world and return all my honors!!!"

"Insolence! You... honors were bestowed by the Emperor. You have not rendered any service, how can you return them? Guards! Seize this man!!!"

There is a rule in the court that official positions bestowed by the Emperor can only be promoted or resigned with the Emperor's permission. No one can resign voluntarily except to complete the tasks assigned by the Emperor!

"I have not rendered any service? General, what you could not do, I have already done! The Black Miao Witch King—his head is here!"

Wu Molong smashed the box in his hand with his palm force, and the Witch King's head was indeed inside, flying straight to the Emperor's face. The Emperor reached out and caught the head, realizing that the force of this blow was no less than Wu Molong's full-force attack!

Shenwu was stunned. He never imagined that Chu Bayu could actually take the Witch King's head. In fact, he hadn't taken the head; it had been beheaded by the Moon Worship Cult Leader, but it had always been in Wu Molong's hands. Moreover, there was another Witch King sitting in the Black Miao Palace.

Shenwu's words had played right into Wu Molong's hands. Now, everyone thought that Shenwu and his army had indeed abandoned Wu Molong to the Miao army, just as he had said. And in fact, that wasn't entirely wrong, since the defeated generals had originally intended to kill Wu Molong in Black Sand Town!

Having said that, Wu Molong ignored everyone and turned to leave!

"Wait!!!!!!!!!"

The emperor reluctantly halted Wu Molong's attack. He needed to secure the support of the people at this crucial moment. And just as Wu Molong had predicted, the emperor personally apologized to him, publicly berated Shenwu in front of everyone, and temporarily relieved him of his military post. Even sparing him from execution was considered a great imperial pardon.

The emperor's heart was heavy. Not only was he completely controlled by someone who had always been subordinate to him, but he also had to publicly denounce his own relative. If he didn't, he would be seen as a villain who

couldn't distinguish right from wrong and repaid kindness with enmity… Moreover, the Witch King's head was genuine. Although Shenwu was unwilling, he had to personally acknowledge that it was the real Witch King's head. He had seen it up close, and no one believed Chu Bayu's words were a lie. If Shenwu denied it outright, and it was later discovered that the Witch King was indeed dead, Shenwu would have no place to tolerate him.

Now that the Witch King is dead, the Emperor's ambition has reignited. Perhaps he should thank Wu Molong; another golden opportunity to conquer the Black Miao is upon him. Even Tong Ruixiang and Batian, standing nearby, sense the return of the old Emperor.

However, with Shenwu deposed, Wu Molong cannot rise in rank alone.

Batian's prophecy has already come true halfway...

Wu Molong will retrieve the Witch King's head and then seize the throne from his father!

I dislike being threatened, my friend. You've done something I deeply resent. I'm sorry, but tonight, you will die! You reclaim your honor, but I demand your life and your women!

The emperor's eyes flashed with murderous intent once more, clashing fiercely with the fury in Wu Molong's eyes. No one noticed this; everyone was busy flattering this rising star of the new dynasty. But one thing Wu Molong couldn't hide: his keen nose clearly detected a lingering scent of Shi Jiaolong on the emperor…

Damn it! Friend, you've touched something more important than my life! This grudge…

I'll make you pay with your life and your position!!!

Once, in yellow robes and with red heads, we fearlessly braved wind and rain together,

but alas, the emperor changed and the wolves were at odds; ultimately, we met again in the Yellow Springs.

Ruixiang, with his wisdom and resourcefulness, orchestrated events, keeping the imperial city in chaos unseen .

The silent wolf looked back, forgetting today; a beauty in the mortal world, her lust unchanged!

At the top of the largest restaurant in the capital, Yipinlou, stood a small pavilion barely large enough for one or two people. No one knew of its existence, not even the owner of Yipinlou himself, for it was a secret place, and no one would ever know again, for it had vanished.

Before returning to the palace, Wu Molong deliberately sent his silver lion beast to visit the Yipinlou Pavilion, the place where he had arranged to meet the emperor. He chose this location because the martial arts tournament was held below them; martial artists from both the northern and southern schools would meet on the top floor of the pavilion, and Wu Molong had intentionally built this small pavilion above these distinguished guests.

Almost half a month had passed since he left the capital, and Wu Molong had no idea when the pavilion had disappeared, not even a trace of its existence. Presumably, a group of skilled craftsmen had dismantled the pavilion and repaired the damaged parts.

From that moment on, Wu Molong knew he had lost a friend faster than expected!

Then, he strode into his friend's palace, blunting his arrogance, insulting his most trusted confidant, and letting the whole world know that he, Wu Molong, had suppressed the current emperor!

However, they all knew that this moment was not eternal, and it didn't mean he wouldn't retaliate in the next instant. Moreover, when the emperor counterattacked, it would undoubtedly be the strongest and most terrifying offensive...

After the morning court session, Beidou and Wumolong did not return to their residences; they were both left behind. In the vast hall, only these two faced the current emperor.

The emperor kept scrutinizing Beidou, trying to figure out who this extraordinary person was. He searched his memory for anyone he knew, but there was no one who resembled him. Even the laughable Xiao Xiong from some folk tales didn't match him...

The emperor naturally didn't know that Beidou's identity far exceeded his imagination. He existed in an era far older than the myths or legends the emperor knew. He was a true demon living in legends, and a demon king far superior to himself.

Perhaps it was this point that made Wu Molong feel that the two were very similar, not in appearance, personality, or ability, but in a feeling...

"Friend, is the person you brought back this time your new friend?"

The emperor asked a very sensitive question in an extremely tactful way. Had Wu Molong abandoned his original backer and turned to a new one?

"He is Beidou! Although he is also my good friend, there is a big difference between him and a friend."

The use of "good friend" instead of "friend" further indicated the great difference between the two. The emperor felt uncomfortable upon hearing this and almost lost his temper. However, when he realized that the man named "Beidou" was secretly exerting his strength with movements that even the emperor could hardly detect, he knew that Beidou's power was truly unfathomable. He could only swallow his anger.

"Very well, a friend of a friend is also my friend. Brother Beidou, greetings."

With that, the emperor respectfully approached Beidou. His steps were light yet swift, but Beidou moved even faster, appearing before the emperor. Fortunately, the emperor reacted quickly, stopping his step at the last second; otherwise, he would have stepped on Beidou's foot!

Movement techniques weren't Wu Molong's forte; his martial arts style was always forceful and domineering, unlike the two's blend of strength and gentleness. However, even this layman could see that their exchange was far more dangerous than a sword fight. Besides martial arts, there was also a psychological battle. If the emperor made a wrong move, a moment of surprise or error could lead to his swift death at Beidou's hands…

"A true master doesn't reveal his abilities; Brother Beidou is indeed formidable."

The Emperor extended his right hand to shake Beidou as a gesture of goodwill, but this was a genuine compliment. From the previous words, both Beidou and Wu Molong knew that the phrase "a friend of a friend is also my friend" actually meant that the Emperor didn't dislike Beidou; in fact, he hoped Beidou would defect to his side if possible.

The Emperor was a shrewd ruler; he needed a fierce tiger by his side, ready to bite him at any moment, to constantly remind him of his vigilance. Wu Molong could definitely do that, but this tiger also needed to be able to help him; otherwise, a tiger that only knew how to bite him but not catch mice was even worse than a cat.

Wu Molong had once received favors from the Emperor, but he had betrayed him in the face of the Emperor's determination to win the battle against the Black Witches of Nanzhao. This enraged the Emperor, who felt not only betrayed but also resentful. This feeling was familiar; there had once been someone the Emperor hoped to befriend, a man whom the current Emperor hoped would be his friend, who had betrayed him more than ten years ago. This was why Wu Molong's betrayal today had elicited such a strong reaction from him.

The relationship between the two was like a complex web, so complex that there was no way to reason with each other except to fight or kill, to battle or die.

But today, another variable had appeared before them, and the emperor dared not be careless until he understood the weight or intention of this variable.

"Your Majesty is too kind. Compared to Your Majesty's composure

in the face of change, I am truly impressed." As if guessing the emperor's thoughts, Beidou also extended its snow-white hand. In the hall, it had long since removed its full armor, and its snow-white skin surprised the emperor slightly. But the real surprise came the moment their hands touched!

The emperor felt a chill emanating from Beidou's palm. Even though he was prepared, he was still frightened by this expected force. The chill was terrifying. It was as if the emperor's entire body had been frozen in an instant, from blood and bones, from muscles and nerves, from will to soul, all frozen, slowed, and finally stopped.

This was a tremendous shock. The emperor had assumed that Beidou and Wu Molong were cooperating because of mutual interests, and that their strengths were roughly equal. He thought that even Beidou's ghostly speed might simply indicate his skill in light footwork. However, he hadn't expected Beidou's strength to be so immense, far surpassing even his own. What reason could such a person possibly have for cooperating with Wu Molong? Such power would allow him to have absolute control over everything, anywhere…

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