[Fantasy] Treasure Cauldron (Complete) - 3

Although Bao Hong's mount in Chapter Five

was also a fine horse, it paled in comparison to the rouge horse of the Hibiscus Fairy.

Although they started at different times, Fairy Furong quickly caught up. She loosened the reins and walked alongside Bao Hong, calling out, "Hey!..."

Bao Hong turned around and said, "Damn, are you calling me?"

Fairy Furong smiled sweetly and said, "It's just you and me here, who else would I call?"

"Damn, I'm not named 'Hey'!"

Fairy Furong giggled, "I don't know your name!"

"Damn! Can't you ask?"

Fairy Furong feigned a pitiful look and said, "I'm afraid you'll scold me!"

"Damn, when did I scold you?"

"You just called me 'Bao Po' (a derogatory term for a woman), and you said... you said I'm not your wife and it's none of your business."

"Damn! That's how it is. If I meddle too much, people will call me a 'gossip'."

"Am I a gossip?"

"Damn, I didn't say that, you said it yourself."

Fairy Furong was gradually getting to know his personality. Knowing that the more she talked, the more she would pique his interest, she chuckled and said, "Does that mean only you, as his concubine, can control him?"

"Wow, no, it's not like that. People say, 'Surprise a great man, beat a quiet dog or pig,' so when my wife asks, I have to be polite, right?"

The two walked and talked along the edge of the woods for four or five miles when suddenly they heard the laughter of a man and a woman.

Hibiscus Fairy, still immersed in her sweet moment, thought, "With a little more effort, it won't be difficult to win him over."

Just then—Bao Hong dismounted, gesturing for her to be quiet, and gestured for her to come to his side.

Curious, Hibiscus Fairy dismounted and followed him through a grove of trees to a large tree, where Bao Hong stopped.

She went to his side, followed his gaze, and blushed.

It turned out that a man and a woman were having a tryst on a lawn.

Seeing the two naked, putting on such a romantic show, how could the twenty-one or twenty-two-year-old Hibiscus Fairy remain unmoved?

She cursed under her breath and was about to leave.

She only tolerated this when facing a man she loved; given their status as the Two Immortals of Yellow Oriole Valley, they would have probably already killed Bao Hong.

But suddenly, Bao Hong, oblivious to matters of love, grabbed her hand and whispered, "Wow, can I take a look?"

The pull sent a jolt through Fairy Hibiscus, a sensation she couldn't quite describe.

"Wow! I saw a pair of martial arts brothers and sisters 'fighting' like this last time, and they were both exhausted and injured," Bao Hong recounted in a low voice.

Fairy Hibiscus was so ashamed she couldn't lift her head.

Bao Hong assumed she was afraid of being discovered, which was why she was silent, and immediately moved closer to her, continuing his whispered report.

Fairy Hibiscus was caught in a dilemma, unable to listen or leave.

The clear "symphony" played by the man and woman made her even more uncomfortable, but with Bao Hong holding her hand, she couldn't cover her ears.

Because she was afraid of displeasing Bao Hong.

The little friendship she had just built could be ruined with the slightest impulsiveness.

Besides, Fairy Furong was already a mature woman, and instinctively, she needed a man.

At this moment—the woman on the lawn, panting and swaying, said, "Good brother…why are you so…strong tonight…did you take 'that kind' of medicine…?"

The burly man, Lao Diao, calmly and smugly chuckled, "Hehe…Ah Ying…why would I take…take 'that kind' of medicine…don't I want to die?"

"So…so…so comfortable…"

the symphony grew louder.

"Damn! Fairy sister, do you know what 'that kind' of medicine is?"

To say Fairy Furong didn't know would be a lie; with her experience in the martial world, she couldn't be fooled. But how could she bring herself to ask?

So she whispered, "I don't know either!"

Her voice trembled with nervousness and shyness. Bao Hong, with his sharp ears, immediately asked with concern, "Wow, fairy sister, are you cold?" He stared intently at her.

The fairy opened her mouth, "I..." unable to continue.

"Wow, fairy sister, let me hug you... My mother always says that body temperature is conductive and can help those who are afraid of the cold!" He reached out his right hand and wrapped his arm around the fairy's waist, pulling her tightly against his chest.

The fairy felt as if she had been electrocuted, and her body trembled involuntarily.

"Wow, fairy sister, why are your palms so sweaty? I know, it must be cold sweat. I have some medicine here, take one seed first." He took out a medicine bottle, poured out a "Nine Transmission Pill," and put it into her mouth.

The Fairy Hibiscus hurriedly said, "No, I won't be cold."

"Wow, Mother said it's easy to catch a cold when you're out and about. This medicine is very good, but you can't take too much, or you'll get a stomachache."

The Fairy Hibiscus smelled the strange fragrance, and with her knowledge, she immediately knew it was no ordinary pill, so she took it as he suggested.

She felt her mouth water and her throat go smoothly, and her spirits were indeed refreshed immediately.

At this moment—the woman on the lawn groaned, "Old... Old Diao... you... tonight... that's about enough... I beg you... you must bear with it..."

Bao Hong looked back at them.

He saw the woman thrusting her lower body desperately, and he couldn't help but think to himself, "Wow, I didn't expect this 'Cha Mou' to have such strength!"

"Old... Diao... hurry up... feel better."

The woman on the lawn cried out again.

"Wow, what a brave and spirited man! A real man indeed. Could it be that he really took 'that' drug but is just being stubborn and refusing to admit it?"

Although Fairy Furong had stopped trembling, leaning against Bao Hong's chest, the man's breath made her feel hazy and strangely comfortable.

She couldn't help but press closer, slightly opening her eyes, and saw the man thrusting with gritted teeth…

"Wow, Old Diao seems to be doing hard labor, why bother?" These words were whispered in Fairy Furong's ear.

Fairy Furong heard this and looked up at him, wondering if the man was still pretending to be confused.

Just then, Bao Hong leaned down, and their lips touched.

"Holy crap! I got an electric shock!"

Their four lips were pressed tightly together, taking a long time to separate. They each let out a long sigh of relief. The Fairy Hibiscus rolled her eyes at him and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?!"

"Holy crap! It smells so good, so sweet."

"There's no sugar, what's so sweet about it? Yellow and white husks!"

"Holy crap! It's true, I'd die if I lied to you..."

"Pah! Pah! Pah! You jinx, who asked you to swear?"

Suddenly—a "Ouch!" came from beside them, and the two couldn't help but look over.

They saw the woman tremble for a moment, then slowly come to a stop.

Old Diao trembled with relief for a moment, then gently lay down on the woman, both of them motionless as if dead.

If it weren't for the heavy breathing, Bao Hong would have almost thought they were dead.

Suddenly, he heard the woman say, "Old Diao, you're really something!" As she spoke, she kissed him.

Old Diao chuckled, "Ah Ying, you'll have an even better time next time!"

"Really?"

"Absolutely!"

"Why?"

"Hehe! After our last encounter, I shamelessly went to the Manor Lord. He gave me some medicine and taught me a few moves. Tonight, it was incredibly effective."

"Oh! So you went to find reinforcements. No wonder you've been avoiding me for the past three months."

"Hehe, the Manor Lord repeatedly instructed me to get through these three months!"

"Old Diao, is it just a 'flash in the pan'?"

"Anling! According to the Manor Lord, this 'Heavenly Dragon Skill' is a very powerful health-strengthening technique in Taoist martial arts. It can not only satisfy you but also strengthen your body!"

"Oh!—Get up!"

Old Diao got up, and Ah Ying immediately took out a towel and gently wiped the sweat from his body, speaking softly and gently.

Bao Hong sighed, "Wow, it looks like Old Diao won tonight, otherwise this woman wouldn't be so submissive. Damn, this 'Heavenly Dragon Skill' is quite effective." After

embracing for a while, Old Diao and Ah Ying put on their clothes and happily walked away hand in hand.

Bao Hong thought to himself, "Damn, it seems there's a lot to learn about 'fighting' between men and women."

Jia Rong Fairy was being held by Bao Hong, and she also felt that this way of holding her was very comfortable. She swayed her body a couple of times, but her upper body remained in his arms.

"What's your name?"

"Damn, you're only asking now?"

"What? Too late?"

"No, damn, I thought you didn't want to ask."

"What? Are you angry?"

"Damn, if you get angry over such a trivial thing, I would have died of anger long ago." "

Then why don't you tell me your name?"

"Bao Hong."

"Bao Hong, hee hee. Good name, you'll definitely become famous."

"You think I'm a singer or a movie star! You're such a gossip!"

"Otherwise, what color is it?" "

Hong, meaning 'to glorify and prosper,' don't be a gossip anymore."

In the martial arts world, if someone called the Two Immortals of Yellow Oriole Valley "gossips," Bao Hong should be the first, he's not far from being deaf—Lei Xiang.

However, Fairy Hibiscus was not fooled by this.

Instead of getting angry after being scolded, she said seriously, "Why can't a man be famous? In the future, if you have a place in the martial arts world, what is that if not fame?"

Bao Hong thought for a moment and said, "Wow, that's true."

"How old are you?"

"Damn it, you want to be my wife!"

A blush rose on the beautiful face of the Hibiscus Fairy. She spat, glared at him, and said, "You're so frivolous. Just because I asked how old you are, does that mean I have to be your wife?"

"Damn it, I'm sixteen this year. I was born on a day that even my mother doesn't know."

"Why?"

"Damn it, I'm a karmic infant. My current father and mother are just adoptive parents."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"It's okay. Oh, by the way, how old are you?"

The Hibiscus Fairy said shyly, "Eighteen."

Obviously, she was hiding her real age.

"Damn it, then you're definitely going to be my first wife." As she spoke, she moved her hands and stopped on the Holy Maiden Peak.

Little did he know, these two breasts were forbidden territory for a young girl, not to be climbed at will. He only felt their softness and elasticity.

"Wow! That's fun!"

In the past, Fairy Hibiscus would have thought he was a lecherous man, intentionally taking liberties with her. Now, knowing he was just a sixteen-year-old boy, she was relieved.

But strangely enough, his touch on her breasts gave her a very comfortable feeling.

She had touched them often before, but the sensation was never as good as Bao Hong's caresses.

Fairy Hibiscus was a clever woman. She initially wanted to scold Bao Hong, but then she thought that if she did, he would release his grip, and the pleasure would immediately disappear. However, she couldn't remain silent!

Suddenly—Bao Hong's stomach rumbled loudly.

"Hongdi, are you hungry?"

"Damn! You've really gotten hungry after all this time. You haven't had a drop of water since noon!"

"Alright, let's go to town now and find a place to have a big meal, okay?" As soon as

they emerged from the dense forest, they each mounted their own steeds.

They galloped forward.

They never expected that it would take them half a day to get out of these vast mountains, and they still hadn't seen a town. It wasn't

until late at night that they spotted a few lights faintly appearing in the distance, in a forest.

"Damn, I'm really hungry."

With his stomach growling unbearably, he spurred his horse, and the steed reared up and neighed loudly, accelerating like a gust of wind.

Furong Fairy also spurred her horse, following closely behind.

A moment later—they arrived at the lights.

Looking around, they saw that it was indeed a small town.

On the stone archway at the entrance to the town, the three large characters "Qingcaohu" were carved horizontally.

It was past midnight, and all the shops and houses in the town had turned off their lights and gone to sleep. Only three or five inns remained half-open, receiving the last travelers checking in.

The two entered an inn called "Linhu Pavilion" on the main street.

This inn was not only spacious but also luxuriously built and lavishly furnished, seemingly the finest in the town. They handed their mounts to the waiter, asked for a room, and then instructed the waiter to bring them food as soon as possible, emphasizing that the sooner the better.

The waiter, seeing this travel-worn, handsome, and beautiful young couple, not only entering the inn in a hurry but also ordering food in such a rush, was quite suspicious.

However—seeing their neat clothes, distinguished bearing, and fine horses, he knew they were either镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) or outlaws, so he dared not ask them anything. He could only bow and acknowledge them before slowly retreating.

Entering the room, Bao Hong untied a small bundle he carried and placed it on the bed. He walked to the window, opened it, and gazed up at the night sky for a while.

Just as he was about to close the window, he

suddenly heard the door creak open.

Startled, he turned sharply and saw the innkeeper carrying a plate of tea and rice, a broad smile on his face, slowly entering.

Bao Hong couldn't help but smile wryly.

The innkeeper placed the food on the table and left.

Suddenly, Bao Hong exclaimed, "Wow, that smells delicious!"

Hunger gnawed at their bellies, and with their stomachs rumbling and hunger unbearable, the sight of the steaming food made them forget all about

table manners, and they wolfed it down. In no time—the food was gone.

After the meal, the waiter went to collect the dishes and brought two cups of fragrant tea.

The two were drinking their tea

when suddenly—a very soft woman's voice sounded outside the door, laughing, "Oh dear—Wang Da, which woman came looking for you again? She even left such a bright purple-red rose on the ground before she left!"

Bao Hong was startled. He quickly put down his teacup and slipped out of the room.

Sure enough—on the ground outside, lay a purple-red rose, and a woman, perhaps thirty years old and dressed in vibrant colors, was bending down to pick it up.

Bao Hong froze!

But then he shouted urgently, "Stop right now!"

The woman was also alert; hearing the voice, she sensed something was wrong and quickly withdrew her outstretched hand, straightening up and turning to face Bao Hong.

What she saw made her freeze in shock.

She thought to herself, "This man is truly handsome. If he could spend the night with me, even if I were to be defiled, I, Chen Yunshang, would die without regret!" Having

finished her thought, she then adopted a flirtatious manner, looking at Bao Hong in a strange, mocking voice, and giggled, "Oh... so this beautiful flower belongs to you, my sir. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have blamed this notorious womanizer of Qingcaohu Town, wouldn't you say, Wang Da?" She finished

with another series of lewd giggles.

The woman moved gracefully to a red lacquered eight-immortal table, extending her jade-like right hand to pat Wang Da's left shoulder as he lay on the table.

Wang Da didn't move.

The flamboyant woman scoffed, laughing and scolding, "You rascal, you've been fooling around somewhere again, exhausted and sleeping like a log without even touching the bed!"

With that, she grabbed Wang Dashuang's shoulders and shook him forcefully, yelling, "You damned lecher, come inside with me! Sleeping here will make you catch a cold; there's no cure for typhoid fever!"

Under her forceful shaking, Wang Dashuang's face, which had been resting on his arms, slowly slid onto the table, turning slightly to the side.

Suddenly—the flamboyant woman cried out in alarm, "My God! What's going on?" At the same time ,

she abruptly withdrew her hands, took several large steps back, and stood there stunned, her face turning deathly pale, her eyes wide with disbelief, unable to utter a word. Wang Da's

face was as white as paper, his eyes were blank, and purple blood flowed from the corner of his mouth; he had been dead for some time.

The woman in flamboyant attire, of course, wouldn't know the reason for Wang Da's sudden and bizarre death.

Bao Hong, seeing the remaining purple-red roses, knew exactly what was going on.

So, he slowly approached Wang Da from behind, his eyes fixed intently on the back of his neck.

Sure enough—on the "opposite acupoint" on the back of Wang Da's neck, he discovered a tiny red dot. He couldn't help but furrow his brow, thinking to himself, "Damn! Another young man, killed by this she-devil's poisonous flowers." "

But strangely, those who died from her poisonous flowers before didn't bleed from their mouths. Why is Wang Da's mouth gushing purple blood?

She must have slapped him first before using the poisonous flowers to kill him.

To treat a helpless merchant running an inn so cruelly is too much, too vicious, too unacceptable."

The woman in flamboyant attire's strange scream startled many of the inn's staff and guests, who crowded into the small hall to witness the bizarre event, their faces showing surprise and horror.

Some said... Wang Da died of a sudden illness!

Some said he was killed by an assassin.

Others said they should report him to the authorities and have the murderer arrested!

For a time, opinions were divided, and no consensus was reached…

Although Bao Hong knew the inside story, he couldn't reveal the truth to a group of merchants and shopkeepers who didn't know martial arts, lest he cause them terrifying fear.

So, suppressing his anger, he slipped into the room when no one was looking and closed the door behind him.

He was thinking: how could he find Poison Rose and avenge the countless people who died at her hands!

The Fairy Hibiscus said softly, “Has Poison Rose committed another sin?”

“Damn it! Who else could it be but her? If I catch her, I'll give her a good spanking.”

Hearing about a spanking, the Fairy Hibiscus couldn't help but chuckle.

“Damn it! What's so funny, you idiot!”

This wasn't the first time she'd been called an idiot, and the Fairy Hibiscus was used to it, so she didn't care. She smiled sweetly, “Isn't a spanking a bit too lenient?”

“Damn it, what can I do?” "

She killed so many people, a life for a life, that's only right!"

Bao Hong thought for a moment and said, "Damn, then it's your decision."

Fairy Furong smiled gently at him.

Chapter Six

: The Stars and the Moon Are Visible.

In an inn on a journey.

Under the soft light.

Bao Hong, tears streaming down his face, recounted his misfortunes.

Fairy Furong wept with him, comforting him, "Since there's this clue of the golden locket, heaven rewards those who persevere. You will surely be reunited with your biological parents someday."

She paused, then added, "You don't need to be too sad. Who else is in your adoptive parents' family?"

Bao Hong said sadly, "My adoptive parents' family isn't very large. Ever since my stepsister disappeared, damn it! Only the two of them are left."

Fairy Furong blurted out, "And..."

Bao Hong's eyes widened, and he impatiently asked, "Damn it! Who else?"

Fairy Furong continued, "I..."

She was so focused on comforting Bao Hong that she didn't even consider what she was saying. As soon as the words left her mouth, she realized her mistake, her face flushed red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.

For a long while—she didn't dare to look up at him.

Bao Hong was both excited and grateful, his heart warm and sweet. He ran over and picked up Fairy Furong, spinning her around the room.

Tired from walking around, he finally put down Fairy Furong and kissed her face like a woodpecker, murmuring, "Wow, you're so good to me, my dear wife, you're so good!"

Fairy Furong was mesmerized by his kisses, her mind wandering in fantasies, while her breasts were being caressed by his large, strong hands.

Fairy Furong couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, saying, "Why do you always like touching these? They felt so soft when you squeezed them earlier, they still hurt!"

"Wow! Sister, pull up your clothes and let me see!"

She knew that the boy in front of her was only acting out of curiosity and had no lewd intentions, but how could she let anyone see a young girl's breasts?

Unless it was her husband.

Her face flushed red, and she gripped her clothes tightly, scolding, "You...you...what nonsense are you talking about..."

The word "me" hovered on the tip of her tongue, but her voice stopped abruptly, as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade.

But then she saw Bao Hong's thick, burning lips pressed tightly against her alluring red lips.

His wild and intense way of expressing himself made it impossible for her to resist or defend herself.

His fiery gaze, his powerful and untamed movements, his passionate and aggressive lips captivated her, leaving her breathless and unable to control herself.

A wave of dizziness washed over her, and she became drowsy, unable to think or judge anything. At the same time, her clothes had somehow been pulled open…

revealing her jade-like breasts.

Bao Hong immediately pressed his lips to them, suckling at the Fairy Hibiscus's jade-like breasts.

His hands, one on each side, caressed one breast.

This was the first time in her life that a man had suckled her breasts like this; she felt both shy and incredibly comfortable.

She tried to cover her breasts with her hands, but they felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, impossible to lift. Instead, she pushed her chest towards Bao Hong's face, making it easier for him to suckle.

His thick, hot, excited, aggressive lips... intoxicated her... made her dizzy... made her lose herself...

and then—gradually—she—began to melt...

Suddenly—her heartstrings were manipulated and trembled, like an unheard-of celestial melody, wondrous and alluring, playing deep within her soul.

"Ah!!..." How wondrous it was, giving her a feeling of soaring freedom.

Her heart was floating... her desire was swelling... her will was lost... her heartstrings were soaring... she was as if she were in

a raging fire, and in the blink of an eye, she had turned to ashes, drifting away with the wind, gradually dissipating, until finally leaving no trace...

Bao Hong greedily sucked on her nipples.

The Fairy Hibiscus underwent a change throughout her body, a change that spread from top to bottom, from her nipples to her back, from her waist to her buttocks. Then, along her buttocks, a tingling sensation moved forward, all the way to her triangle area, even the area around her private parts was changing.

—It was working there too—fermenting!

First, there was the urge to urinate, then slowly, an itch began to rise inside.

This itch was unbearable for Fairy Furong; she clutched Bao Hong's head tightly, panting softly, "Oh! Why are you like this! I'm so uncomfortable!"

Bao Hong, a virgin, was completely unaware of women's reactions. Hearing Fairy Furong say she was uncomfortable, he was at a loss for what to do.

"Wow! What's uncomfortable, sister?"

This silly boy asked such a foolish question; how could Fairy Furong answer?!

But Fairy Furong couldn't not answer, so she blurted out, "Oh! Anyway, I'm itchy all over!"

The silly boy believed her and, without thinking, began to remove her top.

Fairy Furong, unable to control her reactions, could only let him do as he pleased. At the same time, she seemed to feel that the clothes on her body were superfluous...

Soon, her upper body was naked, her fair skin reflected in the candlelight, utterly captivating!

Ignoring Fairy Furong's reluctance, he pulled down her pants with both hands.

Fairy Furong felt him taking off her pants and cried out, "Oh! You...why are you taking my pants off?!"

"Damn! To scratch an itch, you have to get to the skin. How can you scratch an itch if you don't take them off? Scratching through so many clothes is useless."

Fairy Furong never imagined that her casual remark would backfire, making her silly brother take it seriously.

Bao Hong pulled hard, and the pants were off.

Fairy Furong panicked and reached down to cover her private parts.

Bao Hong's hands groped and fiddled, making Fairy Furong feel as if she were melting. A wave of tingling numbness washed over her, a wonderful, yet slightly unbearable, tingling sensation throughout her body—a feeling truly indescribable.

Fairy Furong had never experienced such pleasure before. She clenched her teeth in ecstasy, lying limply on the bed, letting him play with her beautiful body.

Her body was now fully exposed; her skin was incredibly delicate, with a rosy glow, and her long, slender legs were shapely and supple. Below her triangular abdomen was even more alluring—a full, pinkish-white mound.

Looking closer, one could even see a tuft of fine hair hanging down from her abdomen, extending all the way to her genitals. Her high, full vulva was covered by this soft "grass"... appearing mysterious and alluring...

any man who saw this hair would be irresistibly aroused.

At this moment, Bao Hong excitedly stripped off all his clothes.

Upon seeing this, Fairy Furong hurriedly said, "Brother Hong, why did you take your clothes off too?"

"Wow! That's fair! I'll look at you, and you look at me."

Fairy Furong bit her lip and laughed, "No way! What's so interesting about men?"

Bao Hong stroked his "stick" and shook it, saying, "Wow! Sister, you have to see this thing!"

Fairy Furong slapped him and said, "Ouch! No way! What's so interesting about that thing? It's all your fault for insisting on taking me to see that guy surnamed Diao."

"Wow! If you don't want to see this, then you must be a veteran!"

"Get lost! I'm not that kind of person. I'm still a virgin!"

"Wow! Sister, how about we 'fight'?"

Fairy Furong was taken aback by the question and said, "Why would you do that?"

"Wow! Like Old Diao and Ah Ying!"

Fairy Furong almost burst out laughing. This silly brother actually called "doing that thing" "fighting," which was really novel.

She glanced at Bao Hong's "stick," feeling a little strange. She saw that the "jade pestle" was tall, thick, and long, about six or seven inches. She couldn't believe this little devil was such a "treasure"—truly, "eyes like thornwood—unfathomable!"

She wanted to reach out and touch it, but a little scared and embarrassed, she could only bite her lip and giggle.

"Wow! Sister, quickly soothe it, it's painfully hard!"

"Who wants to touch that thing? It's so long and thick, so hard, what's so great about touching it?!"

"Wow! If you've touched it, you might want to touch it every time!"

"Then I'd rather not touch it. If I get addicted, I'll think about it all the time, what will I do then?"

Bao Hong pulled her hand and placed it on the "jade pestle."

As soon as her hand touched it, the "jade pestle" trembled a few times, becoming as hard as an iron rod, and her palm felt warm.

This surprising shock pierced her heart like a sharp sword.

She murmured indistinctly. Her

voluptuous body was no longer calm; it trembled violently, and the fire within her was like a hot spring beneath a volcanic cliff, releasing a warm, fragrant scent.

At this moment, they were both extremely excited, especially Fairy Hibiscus, who clung tightly to Bao Hong, rubbing her breasts against his chest from time to time.

Bao Hong's "stick" between his legs throbbed and thrust wildly against her body.

Their blood was rushing backward in their veins, and their hearts felt like thousands of caterpillars were crawling inside them, almost leaping out of their chests.

Fairy Hibiscus said coquettishly, "How annoying! Your thing is thrusting wildly against my lower abdomen and thighs, teasing me like this."

Bao Hong's surging lust was no longer to be suppressed.

He straddled Furong Fairy, his thick, hard penis rubbing against her soft, cotton-like nose.

Furong Fairy felt a surge of tension, then relaxed all her muscles.

Bao Hong had only witnessed this kind of thing a couple of times, and now, being on the "scene" himself, he felt flustered.

His penis slipped and went to the side.

Furong Fairy panicked: "Oh dear! It's not working!"

One was a virgin, the other a virgin, both blushing and their hearts pounding.

Finally, Furong Fairy, like a shovel, guided it to the entrance of her vagina, and with a thrust of her hips, Bao Hong's penis slid in.

"Oh!...slow...slower...gently...oh..."

Bao Hong thrust a few more times, and his penis went even deeper.

"Ouch! It hurts! I don't want to 'fight' with you anymore!"

Bao Hong, having tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, knew nothing of the sweetness or bitterness. Hearing Fairy Jia Rong cry out in pain, he felt a surge of pity and immediately stopped moving.

However, his "little brother" inserted into the treasure clam was so tight and hot, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to move but dared not act recklessly, and was puzzled. "Wow! The woman on the coffin lid and Ah Ying are having a great time, so why is Sister Furong in pain?"

Looking around, he saw Fairy Jia Rong's peach garden, exquisite and translucent, pink and tender, like a large, plump, and vibrant peach that had split open.

The "jade pestle" was inside the two red clam meats, but the entire rod was exposed outside. One, two, three, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten—no four (pitiful, in Taiwanese, "no four" means pitiful).

So, while stroking her breasts, he asked, "Sister! Does it still hurt?"

The Fairy Hibiscus replied, "It doesn't hurt, but it's so swollen." With that, she reached out her jade hand and, with a "smack!" slapped Bao Hong's buttocks, panting, "It's all your fault!"

Bao Hong's buttocks jerked, and he pressed down, his rod already piercing through...

A soft cry rang out, and the Fairy Hibiscus trembled violently, her head thrown back, her teeth clenched. A sharp pain shot through her, and she gasped repeatedly. At this moment, her hymen had been broken, and blood flowed down Bao Hong's jade pestle. Upon seeing this

, Bao Hong was shocked and cried out, "Oh! You've broken it inside! It's bleeding!"

At this moment, the Fairy Hibiscus felt both pain and itchiness, truly torn between wanting to discard it and the pain of continuing, filled with a sense of regret.

She was tightly closing her eyes, enduring the pain, trying to experience the pleasure amidst the suffering. Hearing Bao Hong's exclamation, she slightly opened her eyes and said, "It's just blood stasis caused by the cold. It'll be fine once it's expelled."

"Oh! That's good, that's good?!"

After a while, she felt her tender orifice was slightly "adapting."

Looking at Bao Hong, he was also frowning, his body twitching, seemingly experiencing the pain of his first time.

At this moment, he lay motionless on the body of the Fairy Hibiscus, feeling his penis tightly bound.

After a while of this tenderness, seeing that she no longer cried out in pain, Bao Hong softly asked, "Sister! Do you still feel pain?"

"It's a little swollen. Try moving it a bit!"

Bao Hong twisted his hips, and a very pleasant, rhythmic squeaking sound came from inside her.

She closed her delicate eyebrows tightly, humming softly, seemingly a "ouch...ouch" of pain, yet also a moan of pleasure.

Bao Hong found it incredibly pleasing to the ear, and the friction between the jade pestle and the treasure clam unconsciously quickened, bringing him immense comfort.

The Fairy Hibiscus, aroused by this unrestrained thrusting, was gushing with desire, her moans incessant, her hips swaying rhythmically against Bao Hong's.

Suddenly, Bao Hong stopped thrusting and asked, "Does it hurt? I should pull it out."

"Fool!"

she cried, her swaying body quickening with each word.

The jade pestle, nourished by the stream of fluids, felt wonderfully comfortable, and the treasure clam's heat gradually increased, its tight grip sending shivers down her spine, stirring her heart and making it pound wildly—like a fire hydrant firing a "water arrow"! This caused the Fairy Hibiscus's delicate body to tremble, and she embraced Bao Hong tightly, savoring this most beautiful moment.

After the storm, everything calmed down, only the faint beating of a heart could be heard.

Spring was boundless…and passion overflowed.

The alluring spring scenery lingered in their minds.

The two slept neck to neck, and after an unknown amount of time, Fairy Hibiscus waking first saw Bao Hong supporting her head with one hand and pressing his other breast with the other. Her two jade legs were clamped around his "jade pestle," nestled precisely in the crevice of her plump vulva. Her face flushed, and her heart stirred with desire, recalling the blissful moment just moments before…

A surge of lust rose within her, and she reached out to touch it. To her surprise, the "dead snake" immediately erected in a show of force.

Bao Hong awoke, gazing at her with infatuation, his hand gently caressing her firm, full breasts. After a long while, he said passionately, "Sister, I…I want…"

Fairy Hibiscus's eyes widened, her gaze fixed on him. Though the pain lingered, she couldn't bear to refuse his request. Besides, she also wanted to relive that wondrous new experience. Her face flushed crimson, and she lightly traced her cheek with her right index finger, giving him a flirtatious glance. She said seductively, "Shy face..."

Bao Hong, no longer caring about words, impatiently laid her down, slapping her smooth, white thighs, and leaped on top of her...

Having learned from their previous experience, they were both adept.

From the slight pain, they enjoyed the most primal pleasure bestowed upon humankind by heaven, and so they began to frolic wildly...

In an instant—breaths and moans filled the air, wild and passionate, growing increasingly intense, whispers of spring affection filling the air.

The Fairy Hibiscus finally couldn't help but groan, "Ah... inside... it's so itchy... it's killing me... you... move a little..."

How long it was before the sudden rain finally stopped...

* * * * *

Spring had not yet arrived in Jiangnan.

The willow tips already hinted at spring.

Bao Hong stood at the window, watching the Fairy Hibiscus ride away on her crimson horse, his mind filled with the spring light of the previous night.

Suddenly—a pair of soft, boneless hands gently patted his left shoulder.

Startled, he turned and saw a person standing in the middle of the room, no more than five feet away.

This person had long hair reaching her waist, wore a tight-fitting royal blue satin dress, and a light blue satin sash around her waist, her back to him.

Bao Hong recognized the woman as the blue-clad girl he had seen in the dense forest that day. She was the infamous, feared female demon of Jiang Chao—"Poison Rose."

Some unknown force suddenly dispelled Bao Hong's pity for "Poison Rose," and a surge of anger rose within him.

He roared, "Damn it! You're that ruthless 'Cha Mou' Poison Rose?"

The blue-clad girl's long hair rippled slightly, and she said, "No..."

"Damn it! What does 'no' mean? Is it yes or no?!"

But, soon, the answer was clear.

At this moment, she turned her graceful body around, her gaze meeting Bao Hong's. Her heart skipped a beat, then her expression softened, and she shook her head with a smile, saying, "No, you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Poison Rose, my name is Yun Niang."

"Wow!..." Bao Hong exclaimed in surprise, without replying.

Yun Niang smiled radiantly and took a few steps closer, then asked, "Have you ever seen 'Poison Rose,' my husband?"

Bao Hong replied, "Yes! However, I didn't see her face, only the back of this 'wicked woman.'"

Yun Niang greeted him with a charming laugh, her body swaying back and forth like a willow in a gentle breeze, her posture incredibly graceful.

After laughing, she said, "There are too many people in the martial arts world dressed like me. If you mistake her for Poison Rose, that would be terrible." She paused for a moment, then added, "Judging from your tone just now, you seem to harbor quite a bit of resentment towards Poison Rose. Is there something she has done to wrong you?"

Bao Hong raised an eyebrow and said, "Damn! No, not at all."

Yun Niang said, "Since you have no grudges or entanglements with her, why do you hate her?"

Bao Hong's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Damn! It's already dawn, and I need to hurry on my way. If you don't have anything else to attend to, you should go back soon!"

Yun Niang stared intently at Bao Hong's face for a while, then smiled and said, "I apologize for my intrusion into your esteemed home and disturbing you, sir." After saying this, she curtsied to Bao Hong, then her graceful figure swayed, opened the door, and disappeared. After

Yun Niang left, Bao Hong closed the door again, lay down on the bed, and wanted to take a nap.

But—he couldn't fall asleep, his mind filled with inexplicable questions: "The Fairy Hibiscus just left, and Yunniang is already in my room? What's she doing here? Long hair flowing down her shoulders, dressed in a royal blue outfit, a white ribbon around her waist with a weapon—her attire and figure are exactly the same as Poison Rose's, yet she isn't Poison Rose. It's truly perplexing! Yunniang is incredibly beautiful, with a pair of large, bright, jewel-like eyes that shimmer with exquisite light, a slightly upturned mouth, a delicate nose, and eyebrows that complement her features like a beautiful, fragrant flower. Wow! Another formidable 'woman' in the martial world."

At this moment, a subtle feeling arose in his heart.

He didn't know why he was thinking about a woman's appearance, something he had never considered before…

Just as his thoughts were drifting aimlessly—suddenly—two extremely tragic figures flashed into his mind like lightning, instantly drenching him as if cold water had been poured over his head, jolting him back to his senses.

"Wow! I promised the Supreme Venerable, and I still remember my words. I suddenly feel that Yunniang is a beautiful girl..."

After a period of calm, all distracting thoughts cleared from his mind, and he simply packed his bags and set off.

* * * * * *

The next day—The moon was bright at night.

Bao Hong arrived at Yintao Pool in Xiangxi, at Yintao Manor.

This was an extremely magnificent and grand manor.

In front of the manor was a flat area of about an acre, which had originally been covered with lush short grass and bright wildflowers. Now, the grass and flowers had all died, and the flat area appeared withered and yellow.

A stream about three zhang wide flowed across it, and a small wooden bridge with carved railings and red lacquer lay across the stream, its

clear waters flowing gently. On either side of the vermilion gate stood eight towering trees, their verdant pine needles emitting a fragrant aroma.

A pink wall reaching a person's head surrounded three large houses, with vermilion railings, red brick walls, and green tiles—the scenery was extremely beautiful and elegant.

Riding swiftly to the stream, Bao Hong dismounted and stood on the red-lacquered wooden bridge, surveying the scene before him. With a few leaps, he reached the pink wall.

He listened intently outside the courtyard for a while, and seeing no sound from within, he leaped over the wall and flew into the courtyard.

Just as Bao Hong leaped in, a figure followed, landing on an ancient pine tree in the courtyard.

Bao Hong's light-footed skills were already quite good; his leap over the wall was faster than flowing water, and after landing

in the courtyard, he didn't suspect anyone was following him. He turned his head to look at the tightly closed vermilion gate of the house, and gave a cold smile—before the smile faded—suddenly—a soft shout came from the house on the right, "Who are you, friend, spying on Yin Tao Manor? What is your intention?"

Then—a cold star shot out through the window.

Bao Hong crouched slightly, and a gleaming hidden arrow flew past his head. With a bang of the door, a figure landed in the courtyard as fast as lightning.

Bao Hong looked up and saw a handsome young man of about nineteen years old with a fair complexion, holding a long sword. He couldn't help but hesitate for a moment.

He took a large step back and said, "Damn it! Bao Hong doesn't come here without a reason. May I ask, is this Yin Tao Manor?"

Seeing Bao Hong's unfriendly words, the pale-faced youth's expression darkened. He said, "That's right, this is Yin Tao Manor. But who are you looking for?"

Bao Hong's expression changed slightly. He said, "The Manor Lord—the purple-robed scholar Zhong Yu, is he home?"

The pale-faced youth was startled. He said, "Forgive my poor eyesight, but what brings you to the Manor Lord?"

Bao Hong's eyebrows shot up sharply. "Damn it! You want me to explain my purpose before I can see the Manor Lord? Then let me ask you, what is your title to him?"

The pale-faced youth's face darkened. He said, "Of course, my father is the head of the manor. How could he just receive a stranger?!"

Upon hearing that he was the purple-robed scholar's son, Bao Hong said in a deep voice, "Since you are his son, then I'll take you down first!"

Before he finished speaking, he pushed out with one palm, grabbing at the pale-faced scholar's chest.

This palm strike was extremely strange, and its power was astonishing.

The pale-faced scholar was startled and staggered several feet to the side. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he shouted, "You don't reason with me, you attack! Who are you?"

Bao Hong laughed loudly and said, "Damn it! A nobody in the martial world, a worthless bastard, better not to say anything!" With that, he swung his

palm again, aiming straight for the scholar. Suddenly—an incredibly powerful force swept across, blocking Bao Hong's palm strike. Then, a figure flashed out.

Before Bao Hong stood a man in his sixties, dressed in a long purple robe with floral patterns, with long eyebrows, bright eyes, and a full moon-like face. The man smiled and asked, "Is your godfather Li Hou, the youngest member of the Southern Sichuan Hongmen?"

Bao Hong thought to himself, "Damn! My father is truly a hidden master—his reputation is well-known! How did he know?" But he said aloud, "Indeed, seeing your purple robe and refined features, you must be the purple-robed scholar Zhong Yu who stole the 'Two-Pronged Sword' and the 'Supreme Sword Manual' while others were in distress?"

The man nodded and said, "That's right, I am the purple-robed scholar Zhong Yu, but..."

Before he could finish, Bao Hong shouted in a deep voice, "Damn! Zhong Yu, how do you explain this?" Just

as the purple-robed scholar was about to answer, a cold laugh sounded from behind him.

The pale-faced scholar stepped in front of his father, about to make a move, when the purple-robed scholar shouted angrily, "Yan Fei! Stop being so rude! Get back inside! This is none of your business!"

Hearing his father's shout, the pale-faced youth felt a surge of anger, but dared not openly defy him. His large eyes flashed with lightning as he glared fiercely at Bao Hong. Then, resentfully, he floated into the hall.

Bao Hong didn't even consider why the purple-robed scholar had ordered his son away. With a roar, he lunged at the purple-robed scholar, his palms thrusting out with incredible force, like a tidal wave crashing down.

Seeing the immense power of Bao Hong's palm, the purple-robed scholar was shocked; his face turned purple, and he dodged the blow.

Bao Hong's palm strike missed, fueling his anger. He coldly shouted, "Damn it! Zhong Yu, if you don't hand over the item, I'll never forgive you!" With that, he swung his palm again.

The purple-robed scholar, Zhong Yu, dodged again, standing frozen in place, letting out a long, miserable sigh.

Before the sigh subsided, Bao Hong's third palm strike arrived.

This time, Zhong Yu didn't dodge. In fact, Bao Hong's second and third palm strikes were delivered in quick succession, leaving no time to evade. He could only brace himself and take the blow head-on.

Bao Hong, eager to win, showed no mercy. Each of his three palm strikes was faster and more ferocious than the last. He wanted nothing more than to beat the purple-robed scholar to the ground, forcing him to hand over the sword manual.

After the scholar in purple stood tall and took Bao Hong's palm strike head-on, he suddenly let out a mournful shout: "Bao Hong! Enough!"

This shout, delivered with the force of supreme internal energy and utterly sorrowful, startled Bao Hong, who promptly withdrew his attack and looked up.

The scholar in purple's face was shrouded in grief. He looked up and sighed deeply, muttering to himself, "Nephew Bao has grown into a man and achieved so much. For the Supreme Venerable to have such a friend before his death, he can die in peace." Before he finished speaking, a few tears fell.

This action and expression of the scholar in purple's purple surprised Bao Hong.

"Wow! Why is he so grief-stricken and weeping?"

For a moment, the courtyard fell silent.

A moment later—the purple-robed scholar, tears welling in his eyes, forced himself to control his excitement and said, "Nephew Bao, do you think I took Tian Fengyun's 'Two-Pronged Sword' and 'Supreme Sword Manual'?"

Bao Hong's anger subsided, and he shouted, "Damn it! How could it be fake? What about the 'Old thief Tian, the 'Two-Pronged Sword' and 'Supreme Sword Manual' have been taken by me. If you want them back, come to Yin Tao Manor in Xiangxi'? How do you explain that?"

The purple-robed scholar sighed deeply and said, "Nephew Bao, what are you saying? I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he turned around and shouted, striking a nearby ancient tree with his palm, while shouting, "Who are you, friend? Hiding in the tree, what brings you here? Come down and teach me!"

With one strike, pine branches flew everywhere.

A figure flashed like lightning through the swirling pine branches, landing before the scholar in purple. Smiling

, she said, "I apologize for trespassing on your esteemed estate." She curtsied to the scholar.

Bao Hong stared at the newcomer, exclaiming in surprise, "Holy crap! It's her! What's she doing here at Yin Tao Manor?"

This was the same figure who had followed Bao Hong into the manor—Yun Niang.

Bao Hong's mind raced. He slowly approached Yun Niang, his handsome face cold, and demanded, "Holy crap! What do you want from Yin Tao Manor?"

"Oh!..."

Yun Niang exclaimed sweetly, a hint of reproach on her beautiful face. "This is what they call biting the hand that feeds you! If I hadn't come along, how would the misunderstanding between you and Senior Zhong have been cleared up?"

Upon hearing this, both Bao Hong and the scholar in purple were startled.

“Oh…”

Bao Hong seemed not to understand the meaning behind her words, and let out a soft “oh,” saying, “Wow! What do you mean by that? Do you know what happened?”

Yun Niang looked up and laughed, saying, “I was just watching the show at Wushang Cave, how could I not know? But…”

She suddenly paused, turned to the scholar in purple, her smile vanished, and her expression became extremely solemn as she asked, “Senior Zhong, where were you half a month ago?”

This question startled Zhong Yu!

He frowned slightly and said, "For the past twenty years, although I have often left the manor to wander the world in search of another scholar in purple, I haven't stepped out of the manor gates for the past six months. What do you mean by that, young lady?"

Yunniang turned to Bao Hong and gave him a gentle smile, saying, "That's it. Half a month ago, I saw a scholar in purple robes at a restaurant in Peach Blossom Garden who looked exactly like Senior Zhong. I even talked to him about the siege of the Three Strange Women of the Pass twenty years ago. At the time, I didn't know the details of that incident, nor did I know you. Otherwise, would he have been able to escape?"

Bao Hong frowned slightly and pointed at Zhong Yu, saying, "Then, everything he said is true!"

Yunniang Nodding, he said, "If Senior Zhong didn't leave Yintao Manor half a month ago, then the matter is certainly true."

Bao Hong's face suddenly darkened, and he shouted, "Damn it! Just a few days ago, Zhong Yu even went to Wushang Cave to steal the Supreme Venerable Senior Tian's relics, the 'Two-Pronged Sword' and the 'Supreme Sword Manual'..." Before

he could finish speaking, the purple-robed scholar suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "What? Old Friend Tian is dead!?"

Bao Hong sneered and said, "That's right, he died before you stole his relics, killed by the poisonous flowers of 'Dai Cha Mou' Poison Rose."

Yun Niang's face darkened, and her beautiful lips pouted hatefully, but in an instant, she regained her delicate and beautiful smile.

"Oh!" the purple-robed scholar exclaimed in surprise, "Died at the hands of Poison Rose?"

Yun Niang's expression changed slightly again!

But she snorted coldly and said, "Poison Rose has only been in the martial world for three short years, and it is said that many martial arts masters have died at her hands. Does Senior Zhong find it hard to believe that the Supreme Venerable Elder Tian died at her hands?"

The purple-robed scholar shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't believe it, but I'm just wondering how Elder Tian, whose martial arts have reached a state of perfection and whose wisdom is extraordinary, could have died at the hands of a woman who has only been in the martial world for three years. It's truly a mystery."

Yun Niang was about to reply when Bao Hong suddenly shouted, "Damn it! I came to Yin Tao Manor not to discuss how Elder Tian died at the hands of that 'bad guy'. You said you haven't left Yin Tao Manor for half a year, but you wrote this yourself. What else can you deny?"

As he spoke, he took out the white paper note he had picked up from under the stone bed in the Supreme Cave from his bosom and angrily threw it to the purple-robed scholar Zhong Yu, saying, "Damn it! Look for yourself!"

Zhong Yu reached out and caught the flying white paper note and looked at it!

The note read in bold letters: "

Old thief Tian, the two-pronged sword and the supreme sword manual have been taken by me. If you wish to retrieve them, come to Yin Tao Manor in Xiangxi! "

The purple-robed scholar, Qi

Zhongyu, turned pale upon reading the note, his hands trembling. He handed the note back to Bao Hong, furious, and said, "For nearly half a year, I haven't stepped out of the manor. I never imagined another purple-robed scholar could be so shameless and vicious, leaving such a note to frame me. Even if I were to quell this injustice with the waters of the North Sea, I could not clear my name. I am not one to fear death, but to clear this misunderstanding, I must prolong my life..."

He paused, then turned and shouted, "Yanfei, come quickly!"

Zhong Yanfei, hearing his father's call, rushed out of the hall! He leaped into the courtyard and stood respectfully before Zhong Yu, saying, "Father, what brings you here?"

Zhong Yu gazed deeply at his beloved son, then suddenly tears streamed down his face. Turning around, he faced Bao Hong and said sorrowfully, "My son, Yanfei, is my only son. In order to temporarily ease the hatred in my heart, I must ask him to die in my place, to take my old life, so that I can find another scholar in purple and clear up this great misunderstanding."

These words stunned Bao Hong, Yunniang, and Yanfei!

Zhong Yanfei cried out miserably, "Father!—" Tears welled up in his eyes!

Bao Hong was not a sinister or cruel person, and he was already moved by the tragic act of the scholar in purple, Zhong Yu, sacrificing his son in his place.

So—after a moment—he slowly moved to the purple-robed scholar and asked, “Holy crap! You really haven’t stepped out of the house in the last six months?”

“I’m nearly sixty, would I lie to you? To clear up a misunderstanding from twenty years ago, I’ve traveled the world for the past twenty years searching for another purple-robed scholar.” Zhong Yu paused here, then continued, “Your godfather, although he rarely travels in the martial world, is a good elder in the Hongmen, an uninhibited man, and we have a deep friendship…” Suddenly

—Bao Hong burst into a fierce laugh, a laugh like a dragon’s roar, filled with extreme sorrow. Then, with a “thud,” he knelt before the purple-robed scholar, tears streaming down his face, and said in a sorrowful voice, “This foolish nephew has offended Uncle just now, and deserves to die a thousand deaths…”

In the past, he hated the purple-robed scholar to the core, believing that the Supreme Venerable’s token was something the purple-robed scholar had taken advantage of, so he had to force him to hand it over. Unexpectedly, things took an unexpected turn. Zhong Yu's painstaking efforts and the tragic sacrifice of his only son overwhelmed him with guilt.

Finally, he knelt before Zhong Yu, deeply repenting…

But who was the other scholar in purple who stole the "Two-Pronged Sword" and the "Supreme Sword Manual"?

Then—he raised his tear-streaked face and asked in a sorrowful voice, "Uncle Zhong, who is the other scholar in purple? What's his name? Where does he live? Do you recognize him?"

Zhong Yu reached out a trembling hand to help Bao Hong up, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

He nodded and said, "I know who this person is, but he's elusive and impossible to find. And even if I knew where he was now, I wouldn't tell you!"

Bao Hong and Yun Niang were both stunned upon hearing this!

Bao Hong asked hastily, "What is the reason for this?"

"First, this grudge is too far-reaching. Second, your temperament is not refined enough; you are too impulsive, which is not only useless but also harmful to the matter. Therefore, I cannot explain it to you for the time being."

Although Bao Hong didn't fully believe Yun Niang's timely explanation of the misunderstanding, he was still grateful for her kindness. So, he paused, turned to Yun Niang, and smiled, "It's late and the dew is cold. Please come inside and sit down! This humble abode has no delicacies to offer our guests, but a few simple dishes will suffice for you and your nephew. It's just a small token of my appreciation." With that, he led the way and instructed Yan Fei to tell the cook to prepare the meal.

The group then filed into the hall.

During the meal, Yun Niang spoke at length, but her speech was elegant and her demeanor dignified.

In the candlelight—her eyes, like the moonlight in late autumn, radiated a gentle and melancholic light; her two exposed jade hands, like snow reflecting on plum petals, were pure white with a hint of pink.

She—was exquisitely beautiful.

As the banquet drew to a close, Yunniang shifted the topic to another scholar in purple robes.

Her beautiful eyes darted around, and she smiled faintly at Zhong Yu, saying, "Since Senior Zhong knows who that scholar in purple robes is, why not tell him, so that Young Master Bao's investigation doesn't take too long?"

The scholar in purple robes frowned slightly, deep in thought…

After a moment—he shook his head, saying, "This matter is not something I'm deliberately mystifying; it simply involves far too many things, and it also conceals a great secret of the martial world…"

Yunniang and Bao Hong were both startled upon hearing this!

Bao Zi was about to ask what secret it was!

The purple-robed scholar, Zhong Yu, spoke again, continuing, "Besides, based on my investigations over the years, there were many martial arts masters who besieged the Four Extraordinary Women of the Pass back then. Whether he really is that purple-robed scholar is also a mystery."

Upon hearing this, Bao Hong's handsome eyes shot out two strange lights, interrupting Zhong Yu's words, and he said, "Wow! I'm completely confused!"

The purple-robed scholar continued, "Besides Yu Qi, one of the Three Extraordinary Women of the Pass who broke through and escaped back then, there is another person whose whereabouts we can also be known."

"Oh—"

Bao Hong exclaimed in surprise, pressing, "Who is this person?"

The scholar in purple sighed, "After Yu Qi, the 'Heavenly Swallow Mule,' broke through the encirclement by defeating several people, she hasn't been seen in the martial world for twenty years. She may already be dead. The other person is Xia Xuexin, the Rouge Goddess of Jiuhua Mountain."

He paused and added, "However, Rouge Valley is extremely dangerous and difficult to enter. Even if you find the Rouge Goddess, she will never see you. You might even be killed. The reason is that anyone from outside Rouge Valley who dares to enter will not be spared!"

Bao Hong sneered and said, "Although this is none of my business, I have to try. I think Rouge..." "The Goddess of Rouge, Xia Xiaoxin, isn't such an unreasonable person!"

the purple-robed scholar said. "This is just what I've heard. I'm not sure if she really knows, but there's no smoke without fire, and there's always a reason behind things. As for whether she knows or will tell you, that's anyone's guess."

He paused, then added, "Because of her peculiar temperament, unpredictable and unpredictable, coupled with her extremely high martial arts skills, anyone who ventures into Rouge Valley will surely die within three of her palms. Therefore, quite a few martial arts masters have unintentionally entered the valley and perished within three of her palms."

At this moment—but Bao Hong's sword-like eyebrows were furrowed, and he lowered his head, remaining silent.

Yunniang's beautiful eyes sparkled as she first glanced at Bao Hong, who remained silent with furrowed brows, then turned to the scholar in purple and

said with a smile, "Young Master Bao was merely curious; let him go to Rouge Valley!" She paused, then added, "Unfortunately, I am preoccupied and unable to go. Otherwise, I would accompany him. Even if we couldn't find out who the enemy was from the Rouge Goddess, he surely wouldn't perish at her hands."

The scholar in purple laughed heartily, saying, "It's a pity you can't go, Miss. I would be relieved if you could."

Bao Hong was slightly taken aback and exclaimed, "Wow! Thank you!" "Thank you for your kindness. Even if Rouge Valley is a den of dragons and tigers, I have to give it a try."

The scholar in purple nodded and said, "Alright, you go and try. But you must be patient and never act recklessly. Fortunately, I will also be leaving this place soon to return to the martial world and seek out my enemies."

Bao Hong nodded with mixed feelings of surprise and joy and said, "Wow! That's great."

Yun Niang originally wanted to accompany Bao Hong to Rouge Valley, but she was a young girl not much older than him, so she couldn't say it frankly. Yes, she used the excuse that she had important matters to attend to and said that she was afraid he couldn't spare the time. If the scholar in purple and Bao Hong insisted that she accompany him to Rouge Valley, she would gladly accept. If Bao Hong didn't welcome her going with him, it wouldn't be shameful, because she already had matters to attend to and couldn't spare the time.

How meticulous women are...

In the end, Bao Hong did not welcome her, so of course she had no need to stay at Yin Tao Manor for long.

So, after a short rest after the meal, she bid farewell to the scholar in purple, Zhong Yu, and left Yin Tao Manor.

That night, Bao Hong was kept at Yintao Manor by Zhong Yu.

The next day—Zhong Yu and his wife, along with their son Yanfei, saw Bao Hong off at the manor gate. Before parting, the purple-robed scholar earnestly reminded Bao Hong to be careful on his journey.

Having spent the night in deep thought at Yintao Manor, Bao Hong was still quite confused. He had initially thought that Zhong Yu, the purple-robed scholar at Yintao Manor, was the one who stole the sword and the manual, but

the events had taken an unexpected turn. Uncle Zhong was not only not the thief, but also had a past relationship with his adoptive father…

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