[Wuxia] The Romantic Demon Sword (Complete) - 1-3

[Synopsis] This book, also known as 'The Adventures of a Lustful Young Man,' briefly tells the story of a young, dashing swordsman who roams the martial world, hunting for beauties...

Chapter 1: Elopement

Before dawn, with a creak, the back gate of Crouching Tiger Manor opened, and two figures rode out on horseback. They glanced back at the manor, sighed a few times, and then galloped down the mountain. They knew that this departure was uncertain, perhaps never to return.

Reaching the foot of the mountain, their tense hearts finally relaxed slightly. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and they could see things nearby clearly. The riders were a man and a woman, both around seventeen or eighteen years old. The man wore a blue robe, with sharp eyebrows and fierce eyes, exuding heroic spirit. The woman wore pink, delicate and beautiful as a flower; although not tall, her breasts were quite large.

"Yu-mei, it's safer here. Do you want to rest?"

the man asked with concern.

“No, Brother Ji, it’s too close to the manor. Let’s run! If my father catches you, you’re dead.”

Yu Mei looked at her lover with concern. With that, she spurred her horse and rode off westward.

This was the direction leading to the official road. Brother Ji said nothing and followed. The two horses, one after the other, moved swiftly like shooting stars, raising clouds of yellow dust behind them. After

running for about three miles, they reached a forest. Seeing that Yu Mei was slightly out of breath, the man said, “Yu Mei, let’s rest a bit before we go.”

Yu Mei smiled at him and nodded.

The man dismounted and went to Yu Mei’s side. As Yu Mei leaped from her horse, she landed in the man's arms. He kissed her pretty face and said, "You threw yourself into my arms; I didn't force you."

Yu Mei wrapped her arms around her lover's neck and said coquettishly, "You've taken advantage of me! If my father catches you and finds out how you treated his precious daughter, he'll skin you alive!"

As she spoke, her clear eyes gazed at him affectionately, her face a mixture of shyness and joy. Clearly, the tension and unease she felt during their escape had lessened considerably.

Seeing her so captivating, the man couldn't resist the urge to seduce her. He glanced at the woods ahead and whispered, "Yu Mei, if it weren't for the special circumstances, we'd go into the woods."

Yu Mei blushed, knowingly asking, "What for? It's broad daylight, don't be so indecent."

The man chuckled, "I really want to prick your peach blossom again. Your flower is so tender, so full of moisture, every time you squeeze it makes my soul fly away."

Yu Mei blushed deeply, her small fists pounding the man's back, and she said in a sweet voice, "Brother Ji, don't say any more, I'm going to get angry."

As she spoke, she looked around, afraid that someone would hear their shameful affair.

The man's passion surged, his hands grasping her buttocks, and he kissed her red lips. Yu Mei struggled a few times, then stopped resisting, letting him take liberties with her. Soon, she opened her small mouth, letting the man taste her tongue, swallowing her saliva, herself almost losing her senses in the pleasure between them.

After a while, the two separated. The man said, "Let's go, your father is too terrifying."

Yu Mei's heart skipped a beat; she knew her father's character all too well. When a servant accidentally spilled tea on him, he flew into a rage and ordered the servant's arm chopped off. When a maid washed his feet, he complained the water was too cold, berated her for her poor service, and slapped her on the head, killing her instantly.

If her father caught her and brought Tang Ji back after their elopement, she wouldn't be so badly hurt, but Tang Ji would be in deep trouble. She wondered what cruel methods her father would devise to torture him. One thing was certain: he wouldn't kill him easily; her father would slowly kill him.

The two remounted their horses and galloped forward. Entering the forest path, they turned two corners. As they rounded the third corner, Tang Ji suddenly heard Yu Mei scream from behind. He turned around to see Yu Mei's horse had collapsed, and Yu Mei was falling forward. Tang Ji was shocked. He leaped from his horse and rushed towards Yu Mei with incredible speed and grace. But in a flash, Yu Mei was already in someone else's arms. The person tumbled twice in the air before landing on the ground.

Tang Ji looked closely and cried out, "Father, it's you!"

A few feet away stood an old man, burly with a dark red face and a white beard. He had just finished immobilizing Yu Mei and handed her over to someone else.

Tang Ji then noticed that seven or eight people were already standing around his father, two of them holding long ropes. Looking at Yu Mei's horse, it lay on the ground, its front legs broken—undoubtedly the work of those two men. He had thought he could escape this time, but he had been captured again.

Seeing Yu Mei unconscious and in their hands, Tang Ji was filled with anxiety, bitterness, anger, and pain. He couldn't think of a solution, so he gripped the hilt of his sword, pondering how to reclaim his beloved.

Tang Ji's adoptive father, Tang Yunchang, glared at Tang Ji and shouted, "You unfilial son! Master Dongfang has been incredibly kind to us, yet you show no gratitude and instead commit such an unrighteous act! Are you even human?! Come back with me and apologize to Master Dongfang!"

He then touched the hilt of his sword.

Even if Tang Ji was foolish, he wouldn't fight his adoptive father. His mind raced; he knew he was doomed. He couldn't escape, and even his own life was in danger!

He knelt down with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, and pleaded with his adoptive father through tears, "You know that Miss and I are truly in love. Can you bear to see us separated? You've always been kind to me and Qiuyu; please, have mercy and grant us our wish!"

Tang Yunchang's heart ached, and his eyes welled up with tears. He composed himself and said to the servants beside him, "Take Miss back first. I'll handle things here."

The servants agreed, led a horse out from behind a tree, and carried Miss Dongfang Qiuyu towards the manor.

This scene broke Tang Ji's heart. He jumped up, wanting to draw his sword to stop them, but Tang Yunchang leaped forward, blocking his way, and angrily said, "If you have the guts, kill me first!"

Tang Ji cried out, "No, no, Godfather, even if I had a thousand lives, I wouldn't dare offend you."

Tang Yunchang took a breath and said, "Ji'er, you can't fight city hall. I think you should come back with me. Godfather will plead for you, and I believe the manor lord won't kill you." Tang

Ji smiled bitterly, "He won't kill me, but he'll make me suffer worse than death. Don't you know his character? I've made up my mind; I'd rather die than go back."

Tang Yunchang said, "Then don't blame Godfather for being ruthless."

He then drew his sword.

Tang Ji laughed wildly, "Father, you raised me! I can never repay your great kindness. Today I'll give you my life so you can report back to the Master. Anyway, I don't want to live anymore after losing Qiu Yu."

Tang Yunchang slammed his sword into the ground with a "whoosh," and angrily cursed, "Nonsense! How old are you? How could you think of death? How can a man die for a woman? You have no backbone!"

Then, he couldn't speak, clearly unsure how to handle the situation.

Tang Ji knelt down again and said, "Father, kill me. I won't blame you. I don't want to put you in a difficult position."

Tang Yunchang paced back and forth, deeply conflicted. How could he bring himself to kill his own child? Taking him back? It was better to kill him. He knew the Master's ruthlessness better than anyone. The poor child, why was he so foolish to do something so heartbreaking?

After hesitating for a while, Tang Yunchang took out a bag from his pocket, threw it in front of Tang Ji, and said, "You should go quickly, the farther the better. Take this bag with you, there's some money in it, you'll need it."

Tang Ji didn't expect his adoptive father to let him go, because his adoptive father always listened to the manor lord, which showed the deep bond between father and son, which was incomparable to others in critical moments.

Tang Ji kowtowed several times to Tang Yunchang and said, "Father, I'm leaving. How will you explain this to the Master of the Manor?"

Tang Yunchang waved his hand and said, "Get out of here. You don't need to worry about my affairs."

Tang Ji stood up and said to Tang Yunchang, "Father, take care."

He picked up his bundle, jumped onto his horse, turned the horse around, and said again, "Father, please take care of Qiuyu. Your son is unfilial. Farewell."

With that, he galloped away with a broken heart.

Tang Yunchang watched Tang Ji's departing figure, tears streaming down his face. The child he had raised for eight years, not his own, was more than a son to him. Would he ever see him again in this life? He had poured so much heart and soul into him. His sudden departure made him feel as if his heart had left behind, as if it had flown away with his child.

Meanwhile, Tang Ji spurred his horse and galloped forward. He didn't know where he was going; he only wanted to leave this place of sorrow. He knew he couldn't take Qiuyu with him. With his abilities, he couldn't save Qiuyu. Was he really going to just stand by and watch her marry someone else? I couldn't accept it, I couldn't accept it! The thought of her being captured and taken back filled me with anguish, and tears streamed down my face, splashing onto my clothes and the horse.

Just then, a gust of wind rose overhead, and a man fell headfirst from a large tree, wielding a knife in both hands, lunging at Tang Ji. Startled, Tang Ji jerked his horse aside, barely dodging the terrifying blow.

The man stopped, sneering, "Good lad, you're something else, managing to dodge that."

Tang Ji sat on his horse, wiping away his tears, staring at the man opposite him, a chill running down his spine. The man was thin, around thirty years old, with a sharp, angular face, and a fierce glint in his triangular eyes. He held a short knife in his right hand, slightly turned outwards, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

Tang Ji recognized him. This man was Wu Shan, known as "The Deadly Blade," the top lieutenant of Dongfang Ba, the master of Wohu Mountain Villa, and a renowned assassin in the martial world. It is said that few can escape his blade.

This man was hired by Dongfang Ba with a large sum of money to work at the manor. He was originally from Liaodong, but was hunted down by righteous people a few years ago, and had no choice but to come to this manor for refuge. Unlike Tang Yunchang and others, he was not a guard of the manor, but Dongfang Ba's assistant. Whenever there was a need to kill a difficult opponent, Wu Shan would be sent to handle it.

Tang Ji knew his chances of survival were slim. He clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wu Shan and said, "Brother Wu, are you up so early to practice martial arts? I have business to attend to and cannot accompany you. Please make way."

Wu Shan arrogantly curled his lip, brandished the short knife in his hand, and sneered, "The Master has ordered your head to be taken. The Master is truly clever; he knew that Elder Tang Yun would surely let you go, so he sent me here to wait for you and send you on your way."

Upon hearing this, Tang Ji forced a few laughs and said, "Is it the Master who wants to kill me, or are you going to kill me? Do you think I don't know? You've been eyeing Qiu Yu

all along." These words struck a nerve with Wu Shan. The moment he entered the manor and saw Dongfang Qiu Yu for the first time, he was captivated. He had never been interested in women, but this time he was tempted. He knew that the young lady was close to Tang Ji, and therefore, he hated Tang Ji to the core. Today, the manor lord's order wasn't to kill Tang Ji, but to capture him alive and bring him back to the manor. However, Wu Shan didn't want to capture him alive; he only wanted to finish him off with a single blow.

Wu Shan shouted, "Enough nonsense, come and face your death!"

With that, he moved forward, a contemptuous smile flashing in his eyes, like a cat eyeing a mouse. Needless to say, he already considered Tang Ji his for the taking.

It's no wonder Wu Shan thought this way. Everyone in the manor knew that Tang Ji's martial arts were learned from his adoptive father, Tang Yunchang, who was only a second-rate figure in the martial world. Imagine, how good could a disciple be taught by such a master? Naturally, he wouldn't even reach second-rate.

Wu Shan had fought Tang Yunchang before; Tang Yunchang couldn't even last twenty rounds against him. Could Tang Ji be better than his adoptive father? That was impossible. Dealing with such a person would be an insult to Wu Shan's reputation and his swift blade.

Tang Ji knew today was a near-death experience, but he wouldn't give up easily. He leaped off his horse, filled with grief and indignation, drew his sword, assumed a fighting stance, held it horizontally against his chest, and glared at Wu Shan, shouting, "Wu, come on!

I'm not afraid of you!" Wu Shan pointed his sword at Tang Ji, chuckling, and said, "Tang Ji, do you have any last words? I can pass them on to your godfather."

Tang Ji snorted and said, "You should leave your last words first! As I see it, you won't even see the sun today."

It was still early, and the sun wouldn't rise for a long time.

Wu Shan cursed, "Nonsense, you overestimate yourself. This day next year will be your death anniversary!"

As he spoke, the tip of his sword trembled, and he moved forward, thrusting like a venomous snake towards Tang Ji's heart.

Before the sword arrived, a chilling aura preceded it, making Tang Ji tremble.

He dared not be careless, dodging to the side, and at the same time, his right hand swung, sweeping the sword across Wu Shan's throat. This sword strike was fast and ruthless, forcing Wu Shan to parry in self-defense. A chill ran through him; he hadn't expected this young punk to be so ruthless. It was immediately clear he was stronger than his adoptive father.

In the first round, Wu Shan gained no advantage. He wanted to use his swift blade to kill his opponent as quickly as possible, but Tang Ji understood his intention and adopted an offensive-defensive tactic, forcing Wu Shan to remain passive and unable to use his swift blade.

Tang Ji's sword strikes were swift, one after another, giving Wu Shan no chance to breathe. Each strike aimed at Wu Shan's vital points, making Wu Shan look rather disheveled. Wu Shan, being a seasoned veteran, knew his opponent's plan. He steadied himself, sometimes retreating, sometimes sidestepping, wielding his blade like a wall, preventing his opponent from breaking through his defenses. After twenty rounds, seeing no effect, Tang Ji grew anxious. He knew that if this continued, his chances of survival were slim. He considered how to achieve a surprise victory, but his martial arts were far inferior to his opponent's.

Wu Shan watched coldly, observing Tang Ji's expression and knowing he was agitated, secretly pleased with himself. Suddenly, he leaped backward, several feet away, and before Tang Ji could react, Wu Shan's blade moved with lightning speed, viciously attacking him, each strike aimed to kill. This was his most prized technique: a rapid swordsmanship.

His blade was incredibly fast, capable of unleashing several strikes in a single move. Most terrifyingly, because the blade was so fast, it was impossible to predict which part of the body each strike would target; yet

, the slightest hesitation meant certain death. This barrage of attacks forced Tang Ji to retreat repeatedly, sustaining several cuts on his arms and thighs—thankfully, all superficial. Tang Ji grew increasingly anxious, unsure how to respond. He could only mimic Wu Shan's earlier actions, frantically wielding his sword, enveloping himself in a blur of blades, focusing solely on self-preservation, regardless of the opponent's techniques. Surprisingly, this tactic worked quite well; Wu Shan couldn't break through.

Enraged, Wu Shan, seeing he couldn't defeat him, changed his swordsmanship, his body spinning around Tang Ji, faster and faster, until it became a blue circle. With each rotation, he unleashed several strikes at Tang Ji, the clanging of swords transforming into continuous, long sounds. Tang Ji, caught in the middle, gritted his teeth and endured immense pressure, using his adoptive father's mediocre swordsmanship to resist Wu Shan's rapid attacks. Despite being at a disadvantage, he remained spirited, refusing to show weakness. Even Wu Shan was somewhat impressed by this tough guy.

Tang Ji knew that if this continued, he would surely die. If it weren't for his superior lightness skill, agility, and quick reflexes, he would already be lying dead on the ground. He couldn't fight like this; he had to change the situation.

As soon as his opponent slowed down a bit, Tang Ji spotted an opening and leaped up, performing a "Soaring Crane" maneuver towards a nearby tree. He intended to use the trees to save his life and take advantage of his position. He thought to himself, "No matter how fast your blade is, if you can't catch a glimpse of me, you're helpless.

" Seeing him escape, Wu Shan was unwilling to let him go, chasing relentlessly while shouting, "Trying to run away from me? You're dreaming!"

By the time he reached the tree, Tang Ji had already disappeared behind it.

This was a forest, growing denser the further north one went, with many trees so large that it would take several people to encircle them. When Wu Shan first entered the forest, he could still catch a glimpse of Tang Ji, but after a few rounds of hide-and-seek, Wu Shan could no longer see him.

Wu Shan gripped his knife, crouched low, and cautiously circled the area for a long time, but couldn't find a single trace. He knew the other was nearby, ready to ambush him at any moment.

The forest was quiet, save for the rustling of Wu Shan's footsteps on the leaves. After searching for a long time without success, Wu Shan angrily cursed, "You bastard, you son of a bitch, you son of a turtle, I'll curse your ancestors! If you don't come out, I'll set the forest on fire and roast you like a duck!"

Wu Shan's shrill voice echoed through the forest, relentless. But no matter how much he cursed, the other remained silent, showing that he was clever enough to know it was a provocation and wouldn't fall for it.

Wu Shan unleashed a torrent of curses, using every insult he knew, a veritable torrent of abuse. He'd never cursed with such fervor in his entire life. It was a display of unparalleled, perhaps unmatched, prowess in this one. His throat was hoarse from shouting, but the other man remained unresponsive. He couldn't believe this seemingly ordinary kid possessed such cunning and stamina; he'd underestimated him.

Just as he was at his wit's end, he turned and saw a corner of clothing peeking out from behind a large tree a few feet away. Wu Shan was secretly delighted, thinking, "You little brat, you've been playing tricks on me for ages, now I'll teach you a lesson!"

To avoid alerting the other man, he first walked to his left, his gaze fixed straight ahead, cursing, "Damn it!

You little bastard, if I don't find you soon, I'm leaving!" As he walked, almost parallel to the tree, he suddenly turned and lunged at it like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Chapter 2 When

Wu Shan saw that corner of clothing again, his face flushed with excitement. He thought to himself, "Kid, this time I'll cut you into four pieces along with the tree." His mind raced, and he unleashed the fastest and most venomous strike of his life, aiming for the clothing. The blade sliced through the clothing and then embedded itself in the tree trunk. The tree was so large that three people could barely encircle it; the blade was embedded in the tree, but it didn't strike the man.

"I've been tricked, I've been played."

Just as Wu Shan realized this, a gust of wind rose behind him, so fast and fierce, seemingly even faster than his swift blade. Before Wu Shan could even move, a sword pierced his back, pinning him to the tree.

Needless to say, it was Tang Ji who did it. After entering the woods, he hid for a while, realizing that hiding wasn't a solution. So he took off his outer garment, pulled it behind a tree, and lured Wu Shan into the trap. Unexpectedly, in his anger and desperation, Wu Shan actually fell for it. As Wu Shan chopped down the tree, he emerged from behind another tree and delivered a fatal blow.

Tang Ji let out a long breath. In his final moments, Wu Shan suddenly turned around and said in a weak but venomous voice, "Fuck your mother! You ambushed me, I'll haunt you even in death!"

Though his eyes were dim, they still held a murderous glint, causing Tang Ji to involuntarily release his sword and take a few steps back.

After a long while, seeing that Wu Shan remained still, he finally drew his sword. The corpse lay on the ground, and Tang Ji didn't want to look at him again; his open eyes were truly chilling. He initially intended to leave immediately, but after a few steps, he turned back. He thought he would need money for this trip, and perhaps Wu Shan had some. He suppressed his disgust and revulsion, searching Wu Shan thoroughly, only to find something wrapped in several layers of oilcloth close to his chest. This piqued Tang Ji's curiosity; what was it that he cherished so much?

When he carefully opened it, inside were two books. The four characters "狂风剑谱" (Wild Wind Sword Manual) made Tang Ji's spirits lift, and he almost cried out. He had heard many times that the "狂风剑谱" was a martial arts treasure. It was said that its owner, Lu Kuangfeng, once wielded the Wild Wind Sword and was invincible. Many years ago, after Lu Kuangfeng mysteriously disappeared, his sword manual became something that martial artists dreamed of. He never expected that it would be in Wu Shan's possession.

Tang Ji suppressed his excitement and glanced at the books. The two books together were only about thirty pages long, containing only twenty-four moves. This made him doubt: Could so few moves really have such great power? Perhaps this wasn't the real thing?

After a moment of hesitation, he wrapped the sword manual carefully and put it in his pocket. He walked out of the woods, jumped onto his horse, and glanced in the direction of Crouching Tiger Manor. His heart ached. He thought of his beloved who couldn't fly with him, and that he might lose her forever. The pain made him want to kill himself. Thinking of his adoptive father, he couldn't help but feel sad. His adoptive father had been incredibly kind to him, yet he had failed him. Fortunately, his adoptive father didn't know about that incident; otherwise, he would have been furious! However, it wasn't entirely his fault!

Tang Ji composed himself and rode south. He bought a new outfit in a small town ahead and fed his horse.

After a short rest, he galloped off again. He dared not linger, fearing he would be targeted by the mad dogs of Crouching Tiger Manor.

He didn't know where to go, but after much thought, he decided to go to the capital. That was where Qiu Yu was to marry, and also where he had spent his childhood. Although he was young when he left, his memory was excellent. He had memories from the age of five, experiencing the hardships of life far too early. It was also there that he met his adoptive father, Tang Yunchang. Without him, it was uncertain whether he would have survived to this day.

That year, Tang Yunchang was sent to the capital on business by the master of the manor. On his return, near the east gate of the capital, he heard a group of people shouting and crying, their voices filled with desolation and sorrow. Curious, Tang Yunchang wondered what had happened. Following the sound, he found a group of beggars gathered outside a house; some were squatting, while others were banging on the door.

Tang Yunchang went closer and saw a young beggar, about ten years old, lying on the ground in the center of the crowd, his face flushed red. No matter how much they called to him, he didn't respond. Tang Yunchang asked what was wrong. A middle-aged beggar recounted the events in broken sentences.

This young beggar was one of them. He had no parents and had been found as an infant by an old beggar at a corner of an alley. From then on, he was the youngest beggar. As soon as he could walk, he begged from house to house like everyone else. But unlike other beggars who kowtowed and spoke incessantly, he didn't beg. The child would simply state his purpose when begging, then say nothing more. He wouldn't complain if people didn't give him anything, but most people felt sorry for him because he was so young.

Each time, he would share what he received with everyone, except for what he used himself. Therefore, all the beggars in his group, from the wealthy to the poor, liked him. Everyone praised him for his kindness and righteousness, saying he would surely grow up to be a hero.

This time, after returning from begging, he fainted as soon as he entered the dilapidated temple. When they rushed over, they saw that his head was burning hot and his breathing was labored; experienced people could tell at a glance that he was seriously ill. They tried all sorts of folk remedies, but to no avail, so they hurriedly carried him to seek medical help.

The doctor was named Sun Daotong, a famous doctor in the capital, who often treated princes, nobles, and high-ranking officials. They came here because it was nearby and his medical skills were excellent. But when they knocked on the door, a voice inside said that if they wanted to see a doctor, they first had to pay five taels of silver.

They were a group of beggars; where would they get that much money? The crowd became agitated. Some kicked and punched the gate, cursing him for being inhuman. Others, with tears in their eyes, called out the little beggar's name, thinking he was doomed and beyond saving.

Tang Yunchang, enraged by this, told the beggars, "Wait here, I'll go get him."

With that, he leaped over the wall, and the gate opened shortly. There stood Tang Yunchang, holding the doctor's wrist; the doctor was grimacing, his expression quite comical. Needless to say, Tang Yunchang had used force.

The renowned doctor was indeed extraordinary; in no time, the illness was cured. Tang Yunchang didn't mistreat the doctor, casually tossing him ten taels of silver and saying, "When I feel unwell, I'll come to you too."

The doctor remained outwardly polite, but inwardly thought, "It's best not to come to such a ruthless man. "

Tang Yunchang found an inn, settled the child there, and took meticulous care of him; the child quickly recovered.

Tang Yunchang then asked, "Child, what is your surname? What is your name?"

The child, with his bright black eyes, replied, "My name is Xiao Ji, but I don't know my surname. Uncle, what is your honorable name?"

After Tang Yunchang answered, the child said, "Uncle Tang, you saved my life! I'll definitely ask people for lots of good food and give it all to you."

Tang Yunchang was surprised that such a young child spoke so sweetly and took a liking to him from the bottom of his heart. He was already over forty and still had no children. He wanted to take the child home as his son, but he didn't know if the child would agree. He told the child his thoughts, and the child said he would have to ask the beggar uncles. He gathered all the beggars and told them, and they were all overjoyed for Xiao Ji.

Amidst the jubilation, the child was given a name: "Tang Ji." Tang Yunchang excitedly led the child out of the pass and embarked on the journey to Wohu Mountain Villa. The villa was located far away on the south bank of the Songhua River, in a remote place, but in the martial arts world, Wohu Mountain Villa was as famous as Feilong Fortress and Baihe Ridge, all renowned martial arts families. The three leaders were highly respected and revered heroes in the martial arts world. They all possessed extraordinary martial arts skills and remarkable abilities, playing crucial roles in numerous crackdowns on the underworld. Even major sects like Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, and Taishan held them in high regard.

When Tang Yunchang led the child back to the manor, the usually stern-faced Dongfang Ba surprisingly smiled and even rewarded the child with some clothes. Young Tang Ji was deeply impressed by Dongfang Ba, not for any other reason than the large tiger-skin chair he sat in. A man sitting there, exuding majesty, with so many people at his beck and call—it was truly impressive. This reminded young Tang Ji of his days in the Beggars' Sect, where their leader, the "Beggar King," was just as imposing.

Tang Ji had a thought: he wanted to sit in that chair. He didn't know what that chair represented, nor did he know that there were many chairs in the martial arts world far more prestigious than that one. He also couldn't have imagined that he would later sit in many more magnificent chairs.

That same day, Tang Yunchang brought the child to see his wife, Lin Fang. Lin Fang was from beyond the Great Wall, skilled in martial arts, tall and strong, with red lips and white teeth. Only in her early thirties, she possessed a mature and alluring charm, like a juicy peach. Every time Dongfang Ba saw her, his heart itched; if not for his reservations, he would have already made his move.

Seeing that the child was handsome, strong, and spoke sweetly, Lin Fang happily held him in her arms, calling him "son." That evening, Lin Fang prepared food and wine, and drank with her husband. Little Tang Ji sat at the table, enjoying a hearty meal; he had never eaten so much good food in his life. But he still carefully observed the adults' expressions before eating. The couple drank their wine, gazing at their newborn son, feeling immense joy.

When it was time for bed, they took the child to the outer room. It was a small room, very clean. After the child fell asleep, the two returned to their own bed. Looking at his wife, her face flushed with happiness, Tang Yunchang's mind wandered. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and he eagerly embraced his beloved wife. He wanted to show her his deep love through his actions.

Lin Fang touched Tang Yunchang's crotch; his penis was already erect. Warmth was felt through the thin fabric of his trousers. It seemed to throb, wanting to do something.

Lin Fang chuckled and said, "Brother Yun, it's getting restless, trying to do something naughty."

Tang Yunchang kissed Lin Fang's pretty face and said, "It's hungry, it wants to eat, hurry up and feed it."

Lin Fang smiled at her husband, unbuckled his belt, and slipped her hand inside. She wanted to more carefully assess its value, to see if it had the ability to conquer her.

Tang Yunchang was excited by his wife's touch; his penis throbbed and moved, as hard as iron, desperately needing a moist opening to soothe it.

Tang Yunchang kissed his wife's lips, nibbling at them for a while. His hands climbed up her two breasts, kneading them vigorously with passionate, tender caresses, making Lin Fang whimper and become wet.

She pushed her husband away forcefully, stripped naked herself first, then took out his penis and played with it lovingly. The glans was swollen to almost the size of a baby's fist, its dark red color and single eye giving it an indescribable ferocity and terror. Lin Fang thought of the pleasure it had given her, and her juices flowed even more. Tang Yunchang glanced at his

wife's body, and his lust reached its peak. Lin Fang's body was unlike that of southern girls, whose skin was as white and tender as tofu; hers was smooth, strong, and firm, with a perfect and symmetrical proportion of bone and flesh. Her breasts were high and firm, with pointed nipples that made one's hands and mouth itch. The long, thick black hair below her abdomen obscured her mysterious treasure, further fueling one's intense interest in exploring it. Her thighs were remarkably long and straight, smooth and glossy, gleaming with a soft sheen, the base of her legs already damp with fluid.

"Wife, lie down, I want to go inside,"

Tang Yunchang gasped.

"Come on, I want you, I want you to thrust into me hard,"

Lin Fang obediently lay flat on the kang, her legs spread wide so her husband could clearly see her beautiful figure. Her face was as red as autumn maple leaves, her shy yet excited expression utterly captivating.

Tang Yunchang removed his clothes and knelt between Lin Fang's legs, scrutinizing that area. He parted her pubic hair, revealing two plump, tender labia parted, from which fluid flowed continuously! It had soaked her chrysanthemum. Tang Yunchang, aroused, knelt down, lifting Lin Fang's buttocks to his chest, revealing her genitals in exquisite detail: her small opening wide, her chrysanthemum dazzling, her buttocks so clean they reflected his own image.

"Wife, you're so beautiful, I love you to death."

As he spoke, Tang Yunchang gripped her buttocks with both hands, lowered his head, and pressed his large mouth against her vulva, making loud "smack" sounds as he began to lick her. His greedy manner suggested he was savoring the most exquisite meal in the world.

"Brother Yun, it feels so good! You're licking so well!"

Lin Fang's body trembled, her arms flailing wildly, her mouth wide open, panting and moaning loudly, her face radiating desire, utterly alluring. Her hazy eyes gazed at her husband, filled with anticipation and desire.

Tang Yunchang took Lin Fang's clitoris in his mouth, biting, pulling, twisting, and licking it, causing Lin Fang to moan and beg for mercy, "Brother Yun, hurry up, your wife is being tortured to death by you. If you don't come, I'll hate you to death."

Tang Yunchang was very pleased to hear this, and raised his wet mouth and said, "How's your manly skill?"

Lin Fang snorted, "Brother Yun, your mouth skills are better than your martial arts!"

Tang Yunchang laughed and kissed Lin Fang's tender, red flesh, his tongue like a snake's tongue, sometimes lightly sweeping, sometimes heavily licking, making Lin Fang's body almost explode.

"Brother Yun, stop licking, I can't take it anymore, hurry up and put it in!" Lin Fang couldn't

take it anymore and begged for mercy again.

Tang Yunchang put Lin Fang down, his dark, thick penis erect, and moved towards her wet jade cave. It was already a muddy mess, her lips opening and closing on their own, already burning with impatience.

The glans probed the entrance a few times, then with a "whoosh," it went in halfway, and with another thrust, it was fully inside. The hard glans pressed against the trembling clitoris, causing both of them to cry out in pleasure.

Tang Yunchang, panting heavily, thrust in and out, his eyes filled with the courage and exhilaration of charging into battle, the muscles in his buttocks undulating, displaying the strength of his struggle. Lin Fang, meanwhile, wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her thighs encircling his waist, her mouth uttering long and short, soft and heavy moans, each sound making the man disregard everything, even unto death.

The thick, long member moved in and out of the fleshy opening, the tender flesh inside appearing and disappearing intermittently, a thin stream of clear fluid overflowing from their point of union, flowing silently down their buttocks, making their anus glisten with a crystal-clear luster. The flesh of her buttocks trembled slightly with Tang Yunchang's movements, utterly captivating.

Tang Yunchang thrust hundreds of times in one go, feeling incredibly good from being gripped so tightly by her small hole. He lay on top of Lin Fang, thrusting while caressing her two trembling breasts, occasionally sucking on her nipples. He thought Lin Fang's breasts were very well-shaped.

After a while, Tang Yunchang lightly bit her nipple and said, "Wife, let's try a doggy-style position."

He then got off her.

Lin Fang softly said, "We're not dogs, why do we always use such unsightly positions?"

Tang Yunchang laughed, "Who cares about the position, as long as it's comfortable!"

Lin Fang obeyed, kneeling down and raising her buttocks high, her two plump buttocks displaying their beauty in an extremely alluring way. Her buttocks cleft became prominent, and her two small openings were fully visible. They were glistening with moisture, tempting Tang Yunchang to love them!

Tang Yunchang patted Lin Fang's large buttocks; they were so smooth and firm, with an excellent feel. Tang Yunchang then probed and groped Lin Fang's small opening with his fingers for a long time, making his hands wet.

Finally, he licked his fingers and exclaimed, "So fragrant! So fragrant!"

Lin Fang laughed and scolded, "Are you crazy? You always have to drink other people's water."

Tang Yunchang chuckled and said, "Who told you it tasted so good!"

With that, he gripped his large rod, aimed it at the dripping opening, and forcefully thrust it in, making Lin Fang let out an "Ah!"—a sound that represented pleasure and satisfaction.

Then, Tang Yunchang held Lin Fang's waist and vigorously thrust into her, his momentum almost killing her.

"Wife, you're so tight, so beautiful!"

Tang Yunchang cried out.

"Brother Yun, your thing is so hard, it's going to kill me. Ah! Good, now you've hit the spot."

The two of them were enjoying themselves while exchanging sweet nothings, finding it very amusing, enjoying not only physical satisfaction but also mental entertainment.

After a while, Lin Fang asked Tang Yunchang to lie down, saying she wanted to ride him like a horse. Tang Yunchang obeyed and lay flat on the kang (heated brick bed). The man's penis stood erect below her waist, like a flagpole, dripping with semen from top to bottom.

Lin Fang touched this adorable thing and said, "It's so ugly, yet so capable. How many women must it have ruined!"

As she spoke, she aimed it at her vagina and slowly lowered it. In the blink of an eye, the long thing disappeared into the hairy area.

Lin Fang felt incredibly beautiful, riding on the man, feeling like she was the master, as proud as a man having sex with a woman. She was having sex with a man now, why should we women always have to suffer on the bottom!

Lin Fang was smug, swaying her plump, round buttocks, feeling the movement of the large penis inside her. This feeling was wonderful, even becoming an immortal wouldn't be better. As Lin Fang moved, she stroked her full breasts, her nipples already hard as beans.

Just as she was getting into it, she turned her head and found a pair of bright eyes staring at the two of them from the doorway!

She was startled, but when she saw it was Tang Ji, she laughed again. Instead of stopping, she wiggled her hips even more wantonly, making their bodies rub together faster to achieve more pleasure.

She wasn't afraid of him; he was just a little boy, not yet a man. But having someone watching made her feel both joyful and shy, and also very excited and

novel—it felt wonderful. Chapter 3: Losing the Book

Tang Ji hurried on his way, not daring to linger anywhere for fear of being caught by the Crouching Tiger Manor. Strangely enough, several days passed peacefully, which Tang Ji couldn't understand. But he still dared not be careless, always buying food and leaving immediately; he dared not stay in inns at night, finding a place to rest as dusk approached—a house, a dilapidated temple, or sometimes even sleeping in a tree.

While traveling, he carefully perused the "Raging Wind Sword Manual," and once he started, he couldn't put it down. Compared to his adoptive father's "Hundred Victories Sword Technique," his adoptive father's sword technique was obsolete. He practiced as he read, mastering all the moves. Towards the end, he discovered a problem: the exquisite swordsmanship wasn't very effective in his hands. Why? He pondered this and concluded it might be because his skill wasn't up to par.

After flipping through the moves in the sword manual, he found a completely different world. Upon looking at it, Tang Ji's heart fluttered; it contained illustrations and methods of lovemaking. Tang Ji was no longer a naive young man; he had experience with women. He read through it page by page, thoroughly enjoying it and learning many skills. He naturally had no idea what great use these things would have.

Having learned the skills, what should he do with the sword manual? Tang Ji knew it was a menace, and keeping it would bring endless trouble. He decided to destroy it; if it fell into the wrong hands, a good man like him would be doomed.

He burned the first volume, feeling a sense of relief as he looked at the ashes. As he was about to throw the second volume into the fire, he thought of the lovemaking content within and hesitated, finally putting it back in his pocket. He thought to himself, "Anyway, no one knows I possess this martial arts treasure, so what's there to be afraid of? Wu Shan is dead, there's no way to verify it. Besides, even if this half-book falls into someone else's hands, it's useless; this sword technique only becomes truly powerful when the entire set is mastered."

He encountered no more pursuers along the way, which gradually emboldened Tang Ji, allowing him to finally find lodging in inns. That day, he arrived in Liaodong, feeling a slight sense of relief as he thought of getting closer to the capital. However, the thought of his beloved suffering prevented him from smiling. He wondered how Qiu Yu was doing and how he could rescue her. She was going to marry into the capital, and he would stay there to protect her. Once she was married, he would risk his life to rescue her.

That morning, he left an inn and went to a steamed bun shop across the street. Upon entering, he found the shop crowded. Looking around, almost all the tables were full, except for one table with only one person. Tang Ji thought, "I'll just sit there."

A young master sat at the table, dressed in fine clothes, slender and handsome, with eyes as bright as stars, but his face was full of arrogance, looking down on everyone around him.

Tang Ji approached him, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Brother, may I sit opposite you?"

The young master didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to slowly eat his bun, and casually replied, "No."

Tang Ji was taken aback; he hadn't expected this answer, and felt a surge of anger. He hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "Brother, you see there's nowhere else to sit, so please make do."

He then reached around to the stool and was about to sit down.

Suddenly, the young master slammed his hand on the table, looked up angrily, and said, "Don't you understand human language? I said you can't sit here, and that's final!"

Tang Ji snorted, "Is this your house? I'm not going to sit here!"

With that, he swaggered down onto the stool.

Upon seeing this, the young master's eyes widened. He reached under the table and hooked the stool with his leg, but the stool, as if it had eyes, darted under the table. Tang Ji missed his seat, but luckily he reacted quickly, or he would have sat on the ground.

The young master laughed, his voice clear and melodious, revealing immense pride and pleasure. It seemed that seeing others in disarray was a source of amusement for him.

Tang Ji really wanted to fight him, but remembering that it was best to avoid trouble while away from home, he slowly lowered his raised fist and said, "Incomprehensible,"

before turning to leave.

"Stop! You stop right there!"

came the young master's shout from behind.

But Tang Ji ignored him and continued walking. Suddenly, a figure flashed before his eyes, and the young master was already blocking his way. His movements were incredibly fast, truly like a ghost.

Tang Ji glanced at him sideways and said, "What do you want?"

The young master, holding a folding fan in his right hand, pointed it at Tang Ji and asked coldly, "Who did you just call unreasonable?"

Tang Ji chuckled and replied, "I was looking at what you said; would I say it about myself?"

Immediately, someone in the shop burst into laughter.

The young master shouted, "You dare insult me? You're asking for trouble!"

With that, he swung his fan, striking several pressure points on Tang Ji's body.

Tang Ji hadn't expected him to attack so suddenly, so he didn't dare to be careless. He dodged left and right, constantly changing his position. The young master attacked quickly, and he dodged just as quickly.

The shopkeeper looked panicked and shouted repeatedly, "Gentlemen, if you want to fight, it's better to go outside. It's much more spacious outside than inside."

He was naturally worried about his belongings being damaged, and if they were damaged, he would have to pay for it himself.

Tang Ji was kind-hearted and switched from defense to offense, using close-range grappling techniques. The young master's hand skills were limited, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly. In the blink of an eye, the two of them were outside the shop.

Tang Ji stopped fighting and asked, "Young man, what's your name? Why are you speaking so rudely?"

The young master, hands on his hips and glaring, shouted, "Who's your young man! You insulted me, I won't let you get away with it. If you have the guts, fight me with your sword."

Tang Ji wasn't about to back down and said, "Fine, I'll fight you to the death."

Upon hearing this, the young master jumped up in anger and yelled, "You're still insulting me! You've gone too far! If I don't teach you a lesson, I'm not a Zhu!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a short sword from his robes. This sword was only half the length of a regular sword, its scabbard inlaid with gold and jade, clearly quite valuable.

The young master drew the short sword; it faintly glowed with a bluish light and emitted a chilling aura. Tang Ji instinctively knew it was a precious sword, and that he was already at a disadvantage in terms of weaponry.

The young master snorted and said, "Take this!"

A flash of light, and the sword was already aimed at Tang Ji's chest. Tang Ji sidestepped, simultaneously drawing his sword to parry. With a "crack," Tang Ji's sword was broken in half.

The young master chuckled, saying, "I didn't expect you to be so useless, unable to block even a single move."

He then thrust at Tang Ji's shoulder again.

This time, Tang Ji learned his lesson, not using his sword to block, but simply dodging. The young master gave him no chance, thrusting faster and faster, landing over twenty more thrusts in the blink of an eye, yet each strike missed its mark. This made the young master anxious; his swordsmanship changed, from fierce and ruthless to light and agile, but Tang Ji felt even greater pressure.

From childhood to university, Tang Ji had only learned his adoptive father's swordsmanship, knowing nothing of other schools. Today, facing the young master, if his opponent had used an ordinary weapon, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state. There was no way around it; the young master was using a precious sword, forcing Tang Ji into a frantic struggle. After a while, the situation became increasingly perilous.

Tang Ji roared, "If you've got the guts, put down your sword!"

The young master, while brandishing his sword, smiled and said, "If you've got the guts, find yourself a sword."

Tang Ji cursed, "You're utterly unreasonable!"

Unable to dodge in time, a piece of Tang Ji's sleeve was sliced off with a "swoosh." If the sword had been two inches lower, it might have severed his wrist.

Tang Ji was both shocked and frightened, thinking, "I have no grudge against you, why must you kill me? It seems I have no choice but to fight you to the death."

With that thought, he leaped to the side.

The young master shouted, "Where do you think you're going? I'll stab you right in the back!" He

lunged forward.

Tang Ji smiled coldly, flicked his right hand, and the broken sword flew out with a gust of wind, fast and ruthless, tracing a semi-circle towards the young master. Caught off guard, the young master's face changed color; he thought he was doomed.

To his surprise, the sword didn't pierce his chest, but instead aimed at his wrist. Interestingly, just before reaching his wrist, the hilt turned forward, striking the young master's wrist. The young master lost his grip, and the sword clattered to the ground.

Tang Ji's move was quite brilliant, drawing cheers from the onlookers. This was his adoptive father's most outstanding skill, rarely used. This move had a name: "A lucky accident." Tang Ji had spent considerable time and effort learning it. However, he dared not use it against Wu Shan, fearing it wouldn't work.

The young master turned pale with fright, breathing heavily, and only regained his senses after a long while. Tang Ji thought to himself, "I've taught him a lesson; let it go." He walked into the shop without looking back; he hadn't eaten yet.

The young master picked up his sword and called out to Tang Ji, "Stop! I have something to say."

Tang Ji turned to look at him and asked, "What do you want to say?"

The young master scoffed, "Why are you so far away? Do you think I'm going to eat you?"

Tang Ji frowned, walked up to him, and said, "Speak quickly, I'm still hungry."

The young master stared at Tang Ji and asked, "What's your name? Your move is amazing, can you teach me?"

Tang Ji replied seriously, "My surname is Zhu. I can't teach you this move. If you kneel down and kowtow to me, I might consider it."

The young master glared at Tang Ji, gritting his teeth, and said, "I can't beat you, yet you insult me, and now you're bullying me! I don't want to live anymore!"

As he spoke, he drew his sword to his neck.

Tang Ji never expected his temperament to be so fickle and fierce, turning on him so easily. How could I stand idly by while he tried to commit suicide? I quickly reached out and grabbed his wrist, snatching the dagger from his wrist, saying, "This won't do! I don't want you to die!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw himself into Tang Ji's arms, softly saying, "You have such a kind heart, I like you so much."

As he spoke, his hands moved over Tang Ji's body.

A faint fragrance made Tang Ji feel lightheaded, and his hand loosened, causing the dagger to fall to the ground.

Tang Ji wasn't a fool. His voice trembled as he asked, "Are you a woman?"

The young man rested his head on Tang Ji's shoulder, his hands continuing to caress his body.

He whispered, "Aren't you a man? Can't you feel it yourself?" Just as Tang Ji was lost in thought, bewildered, the young man pushed him away, saying, "I have to go. My family is waiting for me."

As she spoke, she picked up a short sword and whispered in Tang Ji's ear, "We'll meet again. If you want to find me, come to the capital. My name is Zhu Xiaotang..."

She then smiled, a smile so beautiful and alluring, like a blooming peach blossom, dazzling and mesmerizing, causing Tang Ji to fall into a beautiful dream. He forgot he was on the street.

It wasn't until the laughter grew louder that he awoke. By then, Zhu Xiaotang was long gone. He felt a sense of loss, and a sense of guilt. This loss stemmed from Zhu Xiaotang, and this guilt was directed at Dongfang Qiuyu. He felt that he had wronged another woman by treating her this way.

He went into a steamed bun shop to eat some buns. People around him were gossiping, saying all sorts of things, but Tang Ji didn't pay them any attention. His thoughts drifted between Qiu Yu and Zhu Xiaotang. This girl was too fiery, but her saying she liked him was really pleasing. He just didn't know her background; she was probably not an ordinary person. How could an ordinary person possess such a valuable sword?

He returned to his inn, packed his things, and prepared to set off. While settling his bill with the landlady at the counter, he reached into his pocket for silver, only to find it empty. Not only that, but his sword manual was also gone! This shock made him break out in a cold sweat. What happened? It seemed he'd been robbed.

Recalling the events of the past, he finally determined it was Zhu Xiaotang who had done it. He'd thought she was interested in him, but it turned out she'd thrown herself into his arms with a purpose—to steal. How would he travel without silver? Would losing the sword manual cause trouble? Like triggering a martial arts catastrophe or a feud? He dared not think further.

"Sir, where's your money? We never extend credit in this little shop."

The proprietress, a woman in her early thirties, stared at Tang Ji with wide, unfriendly eyes.

Tang Ji wished he could disappear into the ground; this embarrassment was unbearable. His face flushed red, and he said, "I lost my money, proprietress. Can I pay you back later?"

The proprietress snorted and sneered, "Many freeloaders say the same thing as you. I've seen plenty like you. No money, no leaving the shop today."

Then she called out, "Ah Xiong, get your weapons ready."

A gruff voice replied, "Everything's ready. Just give me your orders, boss lady."

A tall, fat man, as imposing as a mountain, emerged from the side room, carrying a large scallop.

Tang Ji, realizing he couldn't leave today, simply sat down on a nearby stool and said, "Boss lady, I really lost money. It's not that I don't want to pay you. It's my fault for not being able to pay the shop fee. Whatever you say, that's fine."

Seeing Tang Ji soften his stance, the boss lady's expression lessened. She crossed her arms and pondered for a moment before saying, "Since you have no money, I'll hand you over to the authorities. Those few coins aren't worth it, and it would make me seem heartless. How about this, you work for me as a shop assistant, hmm, for five days. After five days, we'll settle things. Is that alright?"

Tang Ji had no choice but to nod in agreement, then asked, "What about my food and lodging?"

The boss lady smiled faintly and said, "That will naturally be provided by the shop, you don't need to worry. But if you don't do a good job, then we'll extend the days until I'm satisfied."

Tang Ji had no objections, and so they reached a verbal agreement. The江湖人物 (jianghu figure, a person of the martial arts world) Tang Ji became a shop assistant, responsible for cleaning the rooms every day. Cleaning dozens of rooms would take a lot of time, but fortunately, he was a martial artist and often did chores at home, so it wasn't a problem for him. The landlady, seeing that Tang Ji was hardworking and never shirked his duties, genuinely liked the young man. Only then did she believe he had truly lost money, and wasn't a freeloader trying to stay for free.

The boss was a simple-looking man who didn't talk much. He listened to everything the landlady said, and every day, like the other workers, he did this and that under her instructions without complaint; he truly had a good temper.

Tang Ji was assigned to stay next to the landlady's bedroom. On the first day, after finishing his work, it was already late when he went to bed. Tang Ji hadn't slept long when he heard a scolding voice from next door: "You're a complete waste! You can't do anything else, and you can't even do this. What kind of man are you? My life is so miserable!"

The voice was trembling with tears. It was the landlady's voice; the one being scolded must have been the boss.

The boss's voice rang out: "Huahua, I'll be fine in a little while. Don't worry, I'll make you comfortable."

The boss's voice was very low; if Tang Ji hadn't had good hearing, he would have barely heard him.

The landlady scoffed, "Come on, you always say that. When have you ever satisfied me? You're no man at all. I was blind to have chosen you. Let me tell you, if you don't perform, I'll be sorry. I've always been chaste, so don't blame me for being heartless."

The boss knew what she meant and didn't dare utter a word. Who told him to be so impotent? At that moment, his greatest wish was to have a good penis so he could "kill" the landlady and stop her from constantly berating him for being useless.

Tang Ji knew why the boss was being scolded; it was because of that matter. It's no wonder the landlady was upset. How could a woman live if her man was no good in bed? Most women are restless; if you can't tame her, she'll turn around and cuckold you.

Thinking about being cuckolded made Tang Ji feel ashamed. Despite his young age, he was quite knowledgeable about men and women. In his entire life, he had already cuckolded two people. The first was the Master of Dongfang Manor, and as for the second, Tang Ji dared not even think about it; just thinking about it made him feel utterly wicked.

The story of the first cuckolding began when Tang Ji was fourteen years old. After entering Wohu Manor, Tang Ji became a servant there. He didn't have many fixed tasks each day, mainly playing with the master's children, Dongfang Qiushan and Dongfang Qiuyu. He developed very quickly, and by fourteen, he was already as tall as an adult. This was certainly related to his diligent martial arts training, coupled with the better food at the manor, where meat was a regular occurrence—a world apart from his previous life as a beggar.

Although he was already fourteen, he still lived with his parents, still in the outer room. Every night when his adoptive parents were intimate, he could hear their voices. Sometimes they made love with the lights on, and when he couldn't resist, he would peek through the crack in the door, his adoptive mother's naked body and wanton behavior on the bed giving him a good look. He watched as a thick man's penis moved in and out of his hairy, fleshy orifice, his stepmother emitting alluring moans that could steal one's soul.

Every time he lay in bed, the thought of his stepmother's large breasts and fleshy orifice would cause his penis to uncontrollably harden.

He was only fourteen, yet his penis was already the size of an adult's. Touching his own penis, recalling his stepmother's wanton moans, he ejaculated many times. He longed to find a woman to do "that" with, and he often stared blankly at Dongfang Qiuyu beside him. Dongfang Qiuyu was not yet fully grown, while her second and third wives were both very charming and alluring.

Whenever Tang Ji saw the manor lord's second and third wives, his penis would throb with desire, fantasizing about penetrating their orifices.

(04-16
Chapter 4: Empty Room)

When Tang Ji was fourteen, Dongfang Ba had a stroke of good fortune in love. He was going to marry, to take his fourth wife. The bride, Bai Ju, was the daughter of a merchant, but she herself was a chivalrous woman who had roamed the martial arts world for several years. Due to repeated setbacks in love, she became disheartened and even considered becoming a nun.

Just when Bai Ju was at her most distressed, Dongfang Ba appeared. He was captivated by her beauty and charm, feeling as if a day apart was an eternity. After more than a year of persistent pursuit, he finally persuaded Bai Ju to marry him.

There was one thing Dongfang Ba didn't tell the truth about: the number of his wives. He told Bai Ju that he only had one primary wife, whose temperament was extremely gentle, and that he would never cause her any trouble after marriage. Bai Ju believed him. But on the day Bai Ju married into the Dongfang family, during the wedding ceremony with Dongfang Ba, she learned that he actually had three wives.

Bai Ju was furious, wanting to jump up and slap Dongfang Ba several times. Liar, bastard, despicable, shameless—Bai Ju cursed Dongfang Ba and all his ancestors in her heart.

What was most infuriating was the wedding night. Bai Ju endured the night, thinking that since she had already married into this family, she should accept her fate. She tried to convince herself, preparing to offer her alluring virginity.

Unexpectedly, he wouldn't be allowed into the bridal chamber that night. The three young wives, led by the First Madam, had conspired to maintain their dignity by having the groom sleep in their rooms for the first three nights. This meant that Bai Ju wouldn't get to enjoy his favor until the fourth night.

On the first night, Bai Ju waited until dark without seeing Dongfang Ba. She kept her veil on, wanting to lift it but fearing it would be against custom. Just as she was at a loss, a servant came to inform her that the master couldn't come that night because he had to stay in the First Madam's room. This servant was Little Tang Ji.

Bai Ju was furious. She stood up from the bedside, pacing back and forth, cursing, "You heartless bastard! Do you think I, Bai Ju, can't get married? Am I destined to stay in your house forever?!"

Then she said, "Xiao Ji, come here and help me."

Tang Ji, unaware of what was happening, went to help.

Bai Ju and Tang Ji were familiar with each other; Dongfang Ba always brought this little servant with him when he visited the Bai family. Although Tang Ji was young, he was cautious, diligent, and knew how to speak tactfully, so Dongfang Ba trusted him. Bai Ju was seven or eight years older than Tang Ji, and Tang Ji addressed her as "Aunt Bai" from his master's perspective. Bai Ju found Tang Ji to be handsome and polite, so she didn't have a bad impression of him and always gave him treats whenever she saw him.

Hearing Bai Ju's words, Tang Ji stepped forward and asked, "Aunt Bai, please let me do whatever you need."

Bai Ju sat back down on the bed, resuming her bridal posture, and hesitated for a long time before saying, "Little Ji, please lift this veil off me. I've been wearing it all day, and I'm about to suffocate."

Tang Ji was hesitant and reluctant to do it. He had heard his godfather say that only the groom could lift it, and no one else was allowed to touch it, but Aunt Bai was asking him to do it, which really put him in a difficult position.

Tang Ji said, "Aunt Bai, I don't dare to touch it! Perhaps I should go and ask the master; I'll only lift it if he says so."

Bai Ju gently scolded, "Xiao Ji, you're such a smart child, how could you be so foolish? Ask him, do you think he'll agree? He'll probably beat you up! Don't say anything more, just let him take the blame. I'll take responsibility for any consequences."

Since things had come to this point, Tang Ji didn't think any further and reached out to pull off the veil. What he saw made him freeze in shock. In the flickering candlelight, Bai Ju's face was delicate and sweet, with a hint of shyness. Her two dark, bright eyes were full of feminine softness and affection. Flowers were tucked into her hair, and her bright red dress added to her nobility and charm.

Bai Ju suddenly felt an extremely close feeling towards the young man who had lifted her veil. She asked, "Xiao Ji, am I pretty?"

Tang Ji nodded blankly, his eyes fixed on her.

Bai Ju also looked at him, seeing that he was dressed as a servant, but he was strong and handsome, with a pair of large, bright eyes that showed his simplicity and intelligence.

Tang Ji took a while to come to his senses, realizing he shouldn't stare at his aunt like that; it was impolite.

So Tang Ji said, "Auntie, I should go now. If I sit here too long, people will gossip."

Bai Ju didn't care about that. She grabbed Tang Ji's hand and said, "I'm so lonely.

Please sit with me a little longer!" Tang Ji's heart

pounded as she pulled him by her slender hand, and he couldn't help but sit down on the bed next to Bai Ju. Even though the other person was just a child, Bai Ju's heart was pounding. Realizing she had held his hand, she quickly let go, and for a moment, Bai Ju didn't know what to say. After a long time, Tang Ji left the room. He wanted to stay, but he didn't have the courage. Bai Ju told him to come see her again the next day, and Tang Ji happily agreed.

That night, Bai Ju's mind was in turmoil. One moment she felt resentment towards Dongfang Ba, and the next she had wild thoughts about little Tang Ji. He was just a child; why did she want him to stay when he wanted to leave?

The next night, Dongfang Ba still didn't come; he was being pestered by three women. He only managed to sneak in for a few words during the day before being dragged away by the ladies. Bai Ju's heart broke at this sight. What kind of bride was she? She was being treated badly the moment she entered the house. That

evening, Tang Ji brought her food, but Bai Ju didn't touch a bite, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Tang Ji.

Tang Ji asked, "Aunt Bai, why are you crying?"

Although he was just a child and knew little about matters of the heart, he instinctively knew what was going on. Seeing his beautiful bride crying, Tang Ji was at a loss.

Even more unexpectedly, Tang Ji's question caused Bai Ju to burst into tears. She suddenly threw herself into the child's arms, crying out, "My life is so bitter! My life is so bitter! Little Ji, please help me!"

Embraced by a soft body, Tang Ji felt his heart stop beating. Is this what a woman is like? Ah, it feels so beautiful.

Tang Ji longed to let his hands caress a woman's body, to see what it felt like, but he dared not.

He nudged Bai Ju and said, "Aunt Bai, don't cry. Tell me slowly. Tell me what I can do to help!"

Bai Ju sobbed for a while before calming down. Seeing herself in his arms, she quickly struggled free. She thought to herself, "What's wrong with me? Why am I so attached to a child? Where did my usual strong will go? Why am I acting like a weak girl?"

Bai Ju said to Tang Ji, "It's nothing, I just feel a little unwell. You go and do your work, don't worry about me."

Tang Ji looked at Bai Ju's tear-streaked face and said, "Aunt, try to think positively. Master will be here in a couple of days."

Bai Ju smiled and said, "I'm fine, you go."

This tearful smile was particularly endearing and touching, so much so that Tang Ji couldn't forget it even years later.

After Tang Ji left, Bai Ju felt a wave of loss, as if her heart had been taken away. At that moment, if any man came in, as long as he wasn't unpleasant, she would throw herself into his arms and cry. At the same time, she felt that Dongfang Ba was going too far, completely disregarding her. How could he be so heartless, marrying a virgin

like her as his fourth wife? On the third night, Bai Ju was still alone in her room when Dongfang Ba entered the Third Madam's room. He would be coming tomorrow, and a glimmer of hope rose in Bai Ju's heart. Her mood was much better than the night before, and she instructed Tang Ji to prepare hot water for her bath.

Tang Ji and several servants carried a large wooden tub into the room, filled it with water, and sprinkled flower petals on it. Everyone else kept their distance, but Tang Ji stood outside the door, ready to serve Bai Ju should anything happen to her.

After a long while, Bai Ju called him from inside the room, and Tang Ji had no choice but to go in. He saw Bai Ju sitting in the water, her upper body exposed. Her beautiful hair was loose, casually draped to one side. Her shoulders were smooth and full, her neck white and slender, and a few water droplets clung to her pretty face. She was smiling, a sweet and beautiful smile, a stark contrast to her gloomy expression of the past few days.

Tang Ji felt as if a fire was burning inside him, his throat parched. He composed himself and said, "Aunt Bai, if there's nothing else, I'll go out now."

Bai Ju's beautiful eyes swept over his face, and she said, "How could there be nothing else? Would I have called you if there was nothing? Come, give me a back rub."

Tang Ji agreed and picked up a towel, going behind Bai Ju. Bai Ju gathered her hair in front, exposing as much of her back as possible. Bai Ju's back was full and thick, with smooth lines, radiating a sensual and youthful glow, making it impossible for Tang Ji not to have wild thoughts. His mind wandered from her back to other parts of her body, then to his stepmother's naked body. He felt his breathing become erratic, and his manhood began to stir.

He suppressed his emotions, gritting his teeth as he rubbed Bai Ju's back. He was skilled at this, having honed his technique since childhood. His movements were practiced and precise, the pressure just right. Bai Ju couldn't help but praise him, "Little Ji, you're so good at this! You're making me feel so comfortable."

Her voice was joyful yet delicate, and when she spoke of comfort, a slight, heart-stirring nasal tone emerged. For some reason, Tang Ji suddenly thought of his stepmother's moans.

When Tang Ji finished rubbing her back and moved on to her neck, Bai Ju sat up straight. Tang Ji continued his movements, and Bai Ju squinted her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly, Tang Ji leaned forward and caught a glimpse of cleavage, a portion of her breasts. The raised, tender flesh and beautiful curves made Tang Ji's heart skip a beat; if he hadn't kept his mouth shut, it would have jumped out. It was a pity he couldn't see the nipples, which must have been incredibly beautiful. Tang Ji felt a desire to touch them, wishing Bai Ju would let him rub her breasts.

However, Bai Ju never gave such an order, and Tang Ji could only sigh inwardly. When Tang Ji finished his work and came out, Bai Ju's soft back and breasts were still before his eyes. Such a beautiful body! How wonderful it would be to see it every day! He thought of Dongfang Qiuyu; that child was still young, lacking the characteristics of a woman, so although they had been close for many years, he had never felt any desire for her.

Tang Ji stared at Bai Ju's door, thinking to himself: If I were Dongfang Ba, I could do what my adoptive father did to my adoptive mother, parting Bai Ju's legs and thrusting my erection inside, doing whatever I wanted. Why did Dongfang Ba marry so many wives? Wasn't it because of his power and ability? I need to work harder, to become stronger than him.

Tang Ji went back inside to eat, and afterwards practiced his sword in the yard for a while, talking with his adoptive mother. His adoptive mother was already over thirty, yet still so beautiful. Her high breasts and full hips were incredibly alluring. Tang Ji secretly envied his adoptive father's good fortune with women; he himself, when he grew up, would definitely find a few beauties to satisfy his desires. He would naturally keep these thoughts to himself and wouldn't tell anyone, not even his closest friends Dongfang Qiushan and Qiuyu.

These past few days, because of a happy occasion at the manor, the atmosphere was joyous everywhere. Every servant had received a reward and was allowed to drink, move around, gamble, and go out to play with women as they pleased. Normally, they were not allowed to wander around the front and back yards, but this was now permitted.

Tang Ji found Dongfang Qiuyu, the little girl reading in her room. Unlike her brother and Tang Ji, Qiuyu wasn't very interested in martial arts, but she was very enthusiastic about reading. She was reading Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret," and she had read the lines "In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches" countless times, finding them increasingly captivating. The clever girl naturally understood their meaning; she was nearing the age of first love.

Tang Ji quietly approached her from behind, suddenly reaching out to cover her eyes, remaining silent.

Qiuyu giggled and said, "Even without a word, I knew it was you, Tang Ji, right?"

Tang Ji laughed, "You're really clever; you guessed right away."

He then pulled Qiuyu into his arms.

Qiu Yu struggled gently, glancing sideways at the door, and said, "Let me go! It'll be terrible if someone comes in."

Tang Ji shook his head and said, "Let me kiss you, Qiu Yu."

Qiu Yu repeatedly said, "No, no! Let me ask you first, do you still remember the characters I taught you last time?"

Tang Ji replied, "Of course I remember them perfectly."

Qiu Yu squirmed in his arms and said, "Write those characters down for me, so I can see them."

Tang Ji emphasized, "Write them down and I'll kiss you?"

Qiu Yu blushed and smiled, "Write them down first."

Tang Ji groped her back and bottom for a while before letting her go. She was still a green persimmon, not fully grown yet, but the little girl already had a delicate face and a slender, attractive figure; anyone could tell she would be a great beauty in the future.

Under Qiu Yu's pressure, Tang Ji had no choice but to patiently write down the characters. Qiu Yu saw that although his writing wasn't beautiful, it was neat and clear, much better than she had imagined, which showed that he must have practiced diligently when he got home.

Qiu Yu felt a warmth in her heart, knowing that Tang Ji cared about her deeply, and she couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Over the years, Tang Ji had learned martial arts from his adoptive parents and literature from Qiu Yu, who in turn had learned literature from her teacher. She taught Tang Ji everything the teacher taught him. Tang Ji initially lacked patience for writing, but seeing Qiu Yu's good intentions, he continued learning. Tang Yunchang and his wife were overjoyed; finally, they had someone in their family who could read.

With Qiu Yu's help, Tang Ji hadn't become a boorish man; he could not only read and write, but also produce beautiful characters. In Wohu Manor, there were very few servants as "both learned and skilled in martial arts" as him. Although Tang Ji was a servant, he never considered himself one, and therefore never felt inferior in front of his master and mistress. He always hoped that one day he could become someone of high status, and because of this thought, he worked harder than others.

When Tang Ji finished writing, he saw Qiu Yu's expression and knew she was satisfied with him. He grabbed her and said, "Now you can't run away!"

Qiu Yu blushed and said, "You're only allowed one kiss. After that, hurry up and leave. People will laugh if they see us."

Tang Ji smiled without saying a word and lowered his head to kiss her.

Kissing was nothing new for them. Tang Ji had kissed Qiu Yu long ago since he learned about this kind of thing between men and women. He had taken advantage of Qiu Yu's red lips and sweet tongue countless times.

But this time was a little different. Usually, no matter how intimate they were, Tang Ji would only kiss her, focusing on her face, while his hands remained well-behaved. This time, however, he became exceptionally rude. His hands not only touched her buttocks but also fondled her budding breasts. After a while, the hand on her buttocks even reached between her legs. All of this shocked Qiu Yu. She didn't know where Tang Ji had learned these bad tricks. She was disgusted, but at the same time, she felt a strange pleasure.

Under Tang Ji's ministrations, her breathing became heavy, her face flushed crimson, as if something was about to spill out. When Tang Ji tried to untie her belt, she resolutely pushed him away, whispering, "You've become bad, I don't like you."

With that, she forcefully pushed Tang Ji away, shoving him out the door and locking it.

Qiu Yu leaned against the door, thinking about how she felt under his touch, feeling both ashamed and afraid. She dared not look in the mirror; she knew her face must be incredibly red. Her heart pounded like a deer's. She thought to herself, "Who taught Tang Ji to be like that? How could he suddenly become like that? It's terrifying."

Outside the door, Tang Ji softly called Qiu Yu's name a few times. Seeing that she ignored him, he assumed she was truly angry and, feeling displeased, turned and left. The reason he acted that way just now was because he thought of his bride, Bai Ju. In his excitement, he acted impulsively, just as he would with the beautiful bride. He hadn't expected to mistake Qiu Yu for her. He figured she would be angry with him for days!

Tang Ji felt ashamed of his actions. He knew he would have to say something nice to her when he saw her tomorrow. He had a problem with saying nice things to others; he felt it was insincere.

On his way back to the backyard, he wanted to check on the bride. He didn't dare hope to go into her room, but he thought standing outside her door for a while would be good enough.

Before approaching her door, he checked the surroundings. The mansion was quiet. Everyone had been doing what they liked these past few days, like it was New Year's. Except for the guards who were on duty, everyone else was enjoying themselves.

Tang Ji arrived outside Bai Ju's door and listened for a while. Seeing no movement, he thought she was probably asleep. He was glad she was alright. Tang Ji felt he had achieved his goal and turned to leave. Just then, the door creaked open, and Bai Ju stood in the doorway. Bai Ju looked around and, seeing no one nearby, quickly gestured for him to come in. Tang Ji hesitated for a moment, then ran into the room.

Seeing that Bai Ju had locked the door, Tang Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "Aunt Bai, why did you lock the door?

Master will be unhappy if he finds out." Bai Ju understood his meaning. She smiled slightly and explained, "I need to tell you some secrets, things that no one can hear."

Tang Ji looked at Bai Ju's pretty face and said, "Aunt Bai, please tell me quickly, I have to go."

Bai Ju gave him a charming smile and said, "What's the rush? Sit down first!"

As she spoke, she firmly pressed the uneasy Tang Ji down onto the bed. Her eyes shone with a soft light, a light that could soften any man, and young Tang Ji was certainly no exception.

Chapter 5 Entering the Cave

Bai Ju gazed at Tang Ji and softly asked, "Do you like me? Do you want me?"

She pulled up her undergarments, revealing part of her shoulder.

Tang Ji swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "I'm scared, I'm scared. Master is very fierce."

Seeing Tang Ji's answer, yet his gaze fixed on her body, Bai Ju understood his intentions and softly said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Once the lights go out, no one can see."

She turned and slapped him, extinguishing several candles in the room simultaneously.

Tang Ji stood up and said, "Aunt Bai, isn't this inappropriate?"

He heard no reply, only felt a warm, soft body press against him, the fragrance making his blood rush.

In that instant, he lost himself, stretching out his arms to embrace the bride, his hands moving over her body as he had with Qiu Yu.

Bai Ju pinched his cheek and chuckled, "I didn't realize you were so lecherous at such a young age. What will you be like when you grow up?"

Tang Ji didn't reply, kissing Bai Ju's pretty face, his hands wandering until finally stopping at her breasts. One in each hand, he grasped, kneaded, and pressed, pinching her nipples. He could tell from the feel that her breasts weren't large, certainly not as large as his stepmother's, but much larger than Qiu Yu's, soft yet elastic, automatically springing back when pressed. Tang Ji couldn't put them down, becoming more and more addicted to touching them.

Bai Ju had never been teased like this before. When Dongfang Ba was pursuing her, he dared not be rude to her, wanting to make a good impression. Bai Ju had always been self-respecting, so she was as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Bai Ju was sensitive; her breathing became rough and nasal: "Xiao Ji, you're making my whole body feel so uncomfortable."

As she spoke, she tried to push Tang Ji's hand away, intending to dissuade him from his rudeness. Of course, this was merely her feminine modesty at play; deep down, she enjoyed the way this young man touched her.

Tang Ji, of course, wouldn't let go. He kneaded her breasts until they swelled, and even through the thin fabric, he could feel her nipples hardening. Tang Ji was secretly pleased, and his desire flared. He imagined his parents' intimate moments, pushed Bai Ju onto the bed, and climbed on top of her. He

first kissed her small mouth; her lips were so warm and soft. Tang Ji licked, nibbled, pecked, and sucked on them with abandon, treating her red lips like fruit. He then tentatively probed with his tongue, and after a few tries, Bai Ju opened her mouth.

Tang Ji then found her fragrant tongue and sucked on it, exciting Bai Ju, who wrapped her arms around his neck.

To make herself feel better, Tang Ji kissed Bai Ju while moving his body back and forth, causing their bodies to rub against each other. This aroused Bai Ju's entire body; a tingling, itchy sensation, something she only experienced in her dreams, rose from her lower abdomen, leaving her feeling empty and longing for a man to comfort her.

After a while, Tang Ji parted Bai Ju's legs and attacked from three directions: kissing her upper body with his tongue, playing with her breasts in the middle, while his other hand unceremoniously reached down to Bai Ju's crotch, touching her most precious and mysterious place.

Bai Ju was still somewhat conscious and subconsciously resisted, but after Tang Ji touched her a few times, she submitted. Tang Ji teased that area with alternating gentleness and roughness, and soon he felt it become wet, with sticky fluid seeping from his pants and wetting his hand.

Tang Ji, mimicking his father, licked his finger and said, "Aunt Bai, you smell so good."

Bai Ju, embarrassed, laughed and scolded, "Little rascal, so naughty at such a young age!"

Tang Ji said, "Aunt Bai, I want your body, let's do it."

He then began to undress Bai Ju, who let him do as he pleased. Soon, Bai Ju was completely naked, her delicate body glowing faintly in the darkness; if there were a light, it would surely shimmer like crystal.

Tang Ji said, "Aunt Bai, light the lamp."

Bai Ju grabbed Tang Ji's hand, saying, "No, no, if you turn on the light, I won't talk to you anymore."

Tang Ji, helpless, took off his own clothes and stepped forward, kissing Bai Ju from her head down to her lower abdomen. Bai Ju whispered, "Don't lick there, you can't lick there."

Her voice was soft and seductive, making one's blood boil.

Tang Ji ignored her words and kissed her passionately between her legs. Her pubic hair wasn't abundant, but it was soft and short. Parting her pubic hair, Tang Ji kissed her tender lips, making Bai Ju let out a soft "Oh," and say, "Little Ji, get up, it's so embarrassing."

Tang Ji kissed her again, accidentally biting Bai Ju's clitoris. This time, he found Bai Ju's weak spot, and her whole body went limp, all her strength gone.

Seeing this, Tang Ji kissed her passionately, his saliva mixing with Bai Ju's vaginal fluids, making Bai Ju's lower body tremble uncontrollably. After kissing for a while, he got up and hugged Bai Ju again.

In her excitement, Bai Ju grabbed wildly with both hands, and ended up grabbing Tang Ji's penis. Upon touching it, Bai Ju exclaimed, "Little Ji, your thing is quite big, so hard, almost like a rock."

Tang Ji said, "Then it's perfect for me to get intimate with your treasure."

As he spoke, he inserted his fingers into Bai Ju's vagina.

Bai Ju said, "Don't use your hands, use it."

At this point, Bai Ju's voice was as low as it could be.

Tang Ji had been holding back for a long time, and the thought of possessing this beautiful woman made him so excited that he was almost going crazy. Encouraged by Bai Ju, Tang Ji lay on her body, thrusting his penis forward. He tried several times but couldn't reach her, as he had no experience.

Bai Ju grew impatient, grabbing his penis and aiming it at her vulva. Their penises met.

Tang Ji, panting, said, "Auntie, I'm going to do it."

Bai Ju resolutely replied, "Go ahead, tonight I'm your bride."

Tang Ji thrust his hips forward, his glans squeezing into Bai Ju's slit. Bai Ju cried out, clearly in pain.

Tang Ji quickly asked, "Auntie, how is it?"

Bai Ju gritted her teeth and said, "Go for it, don't worry about me."

Tang Ji steeled himself, knowing that women experience pain when their virginity is broken—he'd heard this from the lecherous men in the village—but that the pain would eventually give way to pleasure. So Tang Ji thrust his penis again, using the lubrication of her vaginal fluids, inserting halfway in. This time, the pain almost made Bai Ju cry, as it broke her hymen. In that instant, Bai Ju went from a virgin to a woman. She was torn, experiencing both the joy of revenge and the sorrow of losing her virginity. At that moment, she desperately wanted to push the young man off her and burst into tears.

Suddenly, she felt ashamed. She was Dongfang Ba's bride; how could she let another man have his way with her?

What kind of woman had she become?

This thought only lasted a moment. When Tang Ji's penis was fully inserted, the glans pressing against her tender clitoris, Bai Ju's mind went blank. The physical sensations were complex—painful, numb, and slightly itchy. She was aroused again, instinctively hooking her arms around Tang Ji's neck and kissing him.

Tang Ji's penis was gripped by Bai Ju's tight, warm, and moist opening, drawing her very soul there. Tang Ji slowly moved his penis, kissed Bai Ju a few times, and asked, "Aunt Bai, does it still hurt?"

Bai Ju gasped, "It still hurts a little. I didn't expect doing this kind of thing to be so painful."

Tang Ji said, "I've heard that it gets better after the pain."

Bai Ju asked, "Have you ever been with other girls before?"

Tang Ji honestly answered, "You are my first woman."

Bai Ju said, "You are also my first man. I never thought I would be like this with such a young man."

Tang Ji said, "Do I look young to you?"

As he spoke, he thrust his penis in and out, giving Bai Ju a pleasure she had never felt before. This pleasure overwhelmed the pain, and she couldn't help but moan softly with his movements.

Tang Ji was enjoying it. Knowing that she was comfortable, he began to thrust in and out, faster and faster. Her little hole gripped his penis tightly, and every movement brought pleasure to both of them. The tender flesh inside her made Tang Ji want to shout. A woman's thing was so wonderful. No wonder his godfather liked to sleep with his parents. When the autumn rains got heavier, he would try her taste too.

Bai Ju's pain had subsided. Clinging to Tang Ji's back, she clumsily cooperated while moaning softly. The pleasure was as wonderful as soaring to the clouds; she only wanted it to last forever, never wanting to fall. Only now did she understand why women all over the world wanted to be brides. This was truly beautiful. She realized she had wasted her life before, only now truly becoming a woman.

Unfortunately, Tang Ji was inexperienced. After less than a hundred thrusts, he couldn't withstand the pressure of her vagina. Suddenly, his body shuddered, a chill ran down his spine, and he ejaculated, shooting all of it into Bai Ju's virgin hole. The scalding heat made Bai Ju cry out, "Little Ji, what is this?"

Tang Ji replied, "This is what helps you have children."

Bai Ju was still enjoying herself and hadn't had her fill of pleasure. Tang Ji felt ashamed and said, "Aunt Bai, I can still do it later."

Bai Ju stroked his head and said, "I know you can. You're a real man. You'll definitely be stronger than Dongfang Ba in the future."

Tang Ji was filled with excitement. He had always looked up to Dongfang Ba and often vowed to surpass him and be more successful. Hearing Bai Ju's words, Tang Ji happily kissed her nipple. The feeling of kissing was different from touching it. Although Tang Ji had ejaculated, his penis wasn't completely limp; it remained inside Bai Ju, waiting for a second round of pleasure.

In the darkness, Tang Ji couldn't see Bai Ju's body, but through kisses and caresses, he knew that her skin was incredibly smooth, and her fragrance was intoxicating. Tang Ji played with Bai Ju's breasts, sucking on one nipple while holding the other in his other hand, feeling as if it were the best toy in the world.

Bai Ju was tickled by Tang Ji's kisses and couldn't help but giggle, saying, "Little Ji, stop kissing me, you're making me feel like I want to do *that* again."

Tang Ji, caught up in the kisses, took part of her breast into his mouth and slowly released the tender flesh, while his other hand rubbed it roughly, as if he wanted to crush Bai Ju.

In just a short while, Bai Ju's desire rose, and Tang Ji's penis unconsciously became hard again. Bai Ju felt a swelling sensation and said, "It's gotten bigger again, it wants to do bad things again."

Tang Ji laughed a few times, placed his hands on either side of her shoulders, and began to thrust hard, making a squelching sound as he penetrated her vagina.

Bai Ju was overjoyed; she wanted to shout but dared not, afraid someone would hear.

Just as they were getting into the swing of things, Bai Ju patted Tang Ji on the back and said, "Stop! Someone's coming."

Tang Ji listened attentively, and soon heard footsteps approaching. Tang Ji's heart sank; it almost stopped beating. If they were caught, he'd be dead.

"Knock, knock, knock," someone knocked on the door, and a voice said, "Bai Ju, are you asleep? I'm here."

It was Dongfang Ba's voice.

Bai Ju couldn't help but shudder. What if he came in? After a moment's hesitation, Bai Ju lazily said, "Who is it? It's so late."

Dongfang Ba, smiling obsequiously outside the door, said, "Bai Ju, it's me, Dongfang Ba! Open the door, I'm here to keep you company."

Bai Ju scoffed, "Nonsense! Dongfang Ba is in his third wife's room. How could he be out at this hour? You must be an imposter. Don't you want to live?"

Dongfang Ba chuckled and said, "Bai Ju, I really am Dongfang Ba. What will it take for you to believe me?"

Bai Ju said, "Imitate a sparrow's chirp. If you're Dongfang Ba, you should be able to chirp."

As she spoke, Bai Ju nudged Tang Ji. Tang Ji understood, quietly getting off Bai Ju and planning to find a hiding place.

Dongfang Ba, helpless, could only imitate a sparrow's chirp a few times, and surprisingly, it sounded quite good. Normally, Tang Ji would have laughed out loud. He never imagined that a dignified manor lord would resort to imitating a sparrow's chirp at night to please a woman. But he couldn't laugh now; his life was at stake.

Tang Ji dressed and crawled under the bed. Bai Ju also dressed simply and said to Dongfang Ba, "I believe you are Dongfang Ba, but I'm already asleep. Come back tomorrow. You should go back to your third wife's room so people won't gossip about me, saying I'm clinging to you."

Dongfang Ba continued knocking on the door, saying, "Bai Ju, I know I've wronged you these past few days. I'll treat you better from now on. Those three women are ignorant; I'll divorce them all tomorrow."

His tone became stern, as if he were truly angry. Bai Ju's heart pounded. What if he kicked the door open in anger? Was he so shrewd that he wouldn't miss her secret?

Just as she was feeling uneasy, a voice rang out, "Master, why did you take so long to go to the outhouse? Come back to the room with me; it's windy outside."

It was the third wife's voice, sweet with a hint of seductiveness.

"Go back to sleep. I'll stay in Bai Ju's room tonight,"

Dongfang Ba said impatiently.

"No, no! It's a deal that you're mine tonight. You slept in both of their rooms all night, so why should you only stay in my room for half the night and then leave? That's not fair! I won't listen to you!"

The Third Madam pouted.

"Go back now! If you don't go back, I'll get rough with you!"

Dongfang Ba's voice rose, clearly about to unleash his fury.

"What? You're hitting me the moment the new lady enters the house? Go ahead and hit me, go ahead and kill me!"

A thud was heard, followed by crying, presumably the Third Madam sitting on the floor making a scene.

Just then, two more women's voices rang out: "Third Sister, what's wrong? Who's so wicked as to bully you?

Come on, get up!" Footsteps sounded, and more people approached.

"Why are you all here? Did you plan this all along? You're deliberately trying to mess with me!"

Dongfang Ba complained indignantly.

Don't let Dongfang Ba's ruthlessness towards his servants fool you; he dotes on his wives. He rarely hits them, and even a scolding is rare for him, showing that everyone has their weaknesses.

“Master, this room is for tomorrow. Tonight is for Third Sister. You should go back now, so as not to upset her,”

said the Second Madam.

“Master, a man’s word is his bond. You won’t go back on your word, will you? You’ve always been a great hero, a true gentleman. You won’t be an exception this time, will you?”

the First Madam chimed in.

Helpless, Dongfang Ba could only pull up the crying Third Madam from the floor and say to the room, “Baiju, go to sleep. I’ll come first thing tomorrow morning.”

With a long sigh, he reluctantly left, accompanied by his three wives.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Bai Ju breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That scared me to death! If he had come in, we would all be finished."

Tang Ji crawled out of bed and said, "If he wanted to come in, we couldn't just wait to die, could we?"

Bai Ju said, "Want to fight? The two of us wouldn't stand a chance against twenty people."

Tang Ji was silent for a moment, then said, "Aunt Bai, I should go too. If someone sees us, it will be terrible for you."

Bai Ju grabbed his hand and said, "Don't go. Tonight is our wedding night. Please stay with me."

Tang Ji's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground. He thought to himself, "Staying with you is too dangerous. Heaven can protect us once, but it can't protect us a second time. Aren't we just courting death? I, Tang Ji, haven't lived enough yet."

Seeing that he remained silent, Bai Ju said, "Are you scared? If you're scared, then get lost. I never want to see you again."

Tang Ji was afraid of Bai Ju's ridicule. He gritted his teeth and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Losing my head is just a small scar. I'm not leaving tonight."

Bai Ju was pleased and said, "That's more like a man."

She tried to pull Tang Ji onto the bed.

Tang Ji said, "Wait a minute."

Bai Ju was confused. Tang Ji reached over and stripped off the few clothes Bai Ju had on her body. Then he took out his penis, sat on the edge of the bed, straddled Bai Ju's legs, and inserted his penis into Bai Ju's still wet vagina. Before Bai Ju could say anything, he thrust his hips forward and began to fuck her with great force and vigor, as if he wanted to kill her.

Bai Ju groaned, "You heartless little thing, are you trying to kill me? Be gentle!"

Tang Ji ignored her and continued to thrust powerfully into her vagina, each thrust incredibly forceful. Before long, Bai Ju's vagina was wet again, making a sizzling sound with Tang Ji's movements, making Bai Ju both shy and happy. How lewd and intoxicating the scene was!

This time, Tang Ji was more experienced, not as careless as before. He became more skilled with each thrust, even placing Bai Ju's thighs on his shoulders, and then, like a tiger, he unleashed his power inside her. If Bai Ju hadn't been afraid of causing trouble, she would have cried out loud long ago, enough for the whole village to hear.

Under Tang Ji's onslaught, Bai Ju quickly reached her first orgasm. In that wonderful moment, Bai Ju cried out, "Little Ji, I love you so much! You're doing it so well!"

That night, the two made love several times. As dawn approached, they rested for a while, then Tang Ji fled home like a thief, thankfully unseen.

The next morning, Dongfang Ba arrived before sunrise. Bai Ju had already tidied the house as usual, showing no signs of trouble. Upon seeing Bai Ju, Dongfang Ba embraced her, calling her "darling" repeatedly, touching and squeezing her, making various small gestures, wanting to make love to her.

Bai Ju thought to herself, "A good woman doesn't marry twice. Since I'm with Tang Ji, I can't stay with him," so she used her period as an excuse not to do anything with him. Dongfang Ba assumed she was angry because he had neglected her and secretly resolved to take his time to win her over.

A few days later, Dongfang Ba escorted Bai Ju back to her parents' home, but they were ambushed by the Tongtian Sect on the way. In the ensuing battle, all twenty of Dongfang Ba's men were killed. Dongfang Ba and his steward fought desperately to protect Bai Ju, but she still fell into the enemy's hands. With tears in his eyes, Dongfang Ba fought his way out of the encirclement with the steward, suffering severe internal injuries.

The reason for the dire consequences was that the Tongtian Sect Leader personally intervened, and his subordinates were numerous and skilled. Dongfang

Ba's survival was a stroke of luck. Years passed, and there was still no news of Bai Ju; she was nowhere to be found, neither alive nor dead. From then on, Dongfang Ba never took another concubine; he couldn't bear to imagine Bai Ju's fate.

After hearing about Bai Ju's tragic story, Tang Ji cried for days in secret, and even now, he couldn't forget her.

Chapter 6: Humiliation

That night, Tang Ji heard the landlady, Hua Hua, scolding his husband, and he felt deep sympathy for her. At the same time, he thought that he might not even be as good as his landlady; he didn't even have the fortune to be scolded and reprimanded by his beloved. Qiu Yu was captured and taken back; she would definitely be forced into marriage, and she was heartbroken. As long as I have a breath left, I cannot watch her marry someone else.

This was his fourth day working at the inn. He was cleaning a room upstairs when he heard a clear and strong voice from downstairs: "Madam, I'd like to ask you about someone. Have you seen a young man pass by here? He's about seventeen or eighteen, speaks with a Heilongjiang accent, has a long face, and is quite handsome."

The madam smiled and said, "Sir, I haven't seen him. What does he do?"

The man said in a deep voice, "This man is a thief. He stole our master's things. Our master is determined to catch him. Anyone who provides clues will be richly rewarded."

The madam said, "If I see him, I will definitely tell you. I love getting rewards."

Then footsteps sounded, growing fainter and fainter as the man walked away.

Tang Ji hid in his room, too afraid to come out, his face turning pale. He heard it clearly; he recognized the voice. It was Xu Fu, the steward of Crouching Tiger Manor. Xu Fu was one of Dongfang Ba's most capable assistants, a master swordsman with few rivals in the north. He always had a stern face and never showed mercy in fights, earning him the nickname "Black-Hearted Sword." Needless to say, he was there to capture Tang Ji. If he caught him, what good would come of it?

As he went downstairs, the landlady called him into a room and whispered, "Tell me the truth, who are you? What did you steal? Judging from that guy's fierce look, he'd definitely kill you if he saw you."

Tang Ji thought to himself, "I can't talk about the sword manual; if word gets out, it won't just be Crouching Tiger Manor who wants to kill me."

So Tang Ji told her about eloping with Qiu Yu.

The landlady chuckled, glancing seductively at Tang Ji, and said, "I thought you'd stolen something precious. Turns out you stole Dongfang Ba's daughter! Hmm, you've got guts, you're a real man."

Tang Ji, suppressing his sorrow, replied, "Qiu Yu and I are truly in love, but her father wants to marry her off to someone else. Of course, I couldn't agree, that's why I went with Qiu Yu."

The landlady sighed, "In matters of marriage, how many things are truly one's own decision? If I had, I wouldn't be in this situation today."

Clearly, the landlady was touched by painful memories.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Tang Ji, you can't abandon Dongfang Qiu Yu! If you do, you'll be heartless!"

Tang Ji declared, "I'd rather die than let her marry someone else."

The landlady praised, "That's right, that's a real man, a true hero!"

After this incident, the landlady treated Tang Ji much better. She stopped making him do heavy work. Needless to say, Tang Ji's deeds moved the landlady, who knew he was a young man of integrity and loyalty.

Before nightfall, the proprietress sent her husband on his way to collect a debt in a nearby village. Besides their shop, the couple also rented out dozens of acres of land, and the husband had gone to collect the rent. Tang Ji wondered why he didn't do this during the day. The sooner he went and returned, the more time he and his wife could spend together that night. When night fell, the husband indeed didn't return. He probably wouldn't be coming back tonight.

After closing time, the door was locked.

Tang Ji lay on the bed, half-asleep, when he heard a voice from next door say, "Proprietress, I'm here! Were you waiting long?"

The proprietress laughed and scolded, "You rascal, hurry up and come here, or I won't let you touch a hair on my head!"

"Proprietress, you're so white! Look at these breasts, so big, so full, they feel so good to touch!"

"Ah Xiong, yours doesn't feel so good to touch. You're such a big man, but who would have thought your thing is so small, like it's been cut in half."

The proprietress spoke with a mocking tone.

The bear said, "Don't let its small

size fool you, it's surprisingly capable. If you don't believe me, you can try it out later." The landlady laughed, "Let's see what it's made of."

Then, a soft smacking sound was heard, indicating the two were intimate. If Tang Ji hadn't possessed martial arts skills, he wouldn't have heard them. Tang Ji didn't want to overhear their secrets; he considered it impolite. Who the landlady slept with was her business, none of his concern.

After a while, panting, moaning, and groaning sounds, along with the shaking of the bed, could be heard, indicating the two had begun their lovemaking.

Tang Ji thought to himself, if the landlady couldn't satisfy her, this thunderous man would surely do.

"Landlady, how's my skill?"

the bear asked, panting heavily.

"Your skill is alright, but your penis is too small; it doesn't reach the itch,"

the landlady commented.

"What can I do? I also think it's a bit small,"

the bear said, sounding a little dejected.

"Well, there's no problem. I heard you can get a dog's penis; it'll be really satisfying to insert it,"

the landlady said with a lewd laugh.

Ah Xiong thought the landlady was mocking him, and in a fit of anger, he began to have sex with her fiercely. The bed shook like an earthquake. Although he couldn't reach her clitoris, the friction was so pleasurable that the landlady moaned incessantly, filling Ah Xiong with a sense of accomplishment.

Tang Ji heard the landlady's moans, so seductive and alluring, as if they could steal a man's soul. He really wanted to see what the landlady was like in bed. So he got out of bed, put on his shoes, and was about to go over when he heard a voice from the other side: "Go away, you're so boring. Such a big man, and you're just a useless piece of trash. Go away, or I'll get angry."

Ah Xiong said, "I'm so sorry, landlady. I'll get a bigger one tomorrow."

As he spoke, footsteps sounded, indicating that Ah Xiong had left, looking quite disheveled.

Tang Ji heard the landlady sigh, "Why are all these men like this? They're like lambs reincarnated, not a single one of them has any backbone. They're not even as useful as my faithless lover from back then. That faithless lover is so heartless, he'll be struck by lightning sooner or later."

Tang Ji thought to himself, "The show's over, there's no need for me to watch anymore." With that thought, he went back to bed, lost in thought. He thought about being adopted by his adoptive father, falling in love with Qiu Yu, and even giving away two green hats (cuckolding). He could forgive Dongfang Ba's, but the other one filled him with regret every time he thought about it. His mind was in turmoil, and he couldn't sleep.

Just then, he heard a rapid knocking at the door. Ah Xiong approached and said, "The rooms are full, please find somewhere else."

A voice outside replied, "We're not here to stay, we're looking for your landlady."

Another rough voice said, "Yes, quickly tell your landlady to come out and open the door."

The tone was arrogant.

Ah Xiong thought for a moment, remembering these two had come before, and knew they were not to be trifled with. He immediately reported to the landlady, who told Ah Xiong to go back and rest while she calmed herself before opening the door.

Before opening the door, the landlady whispered something, and the other person responded, but the voice was too low for Tang Ji to hear clearly. He didn't know who these two were, but they seemed to be important figures; otherwise, why would the proprietress personally come out to greet them?

Out of curiosity, Tang Ji opened the door a crack and saw the proprietress and the two men going up the stairs—clearly to talk upstairs. The two men were dressed in black, both around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, one thin, the other fat, both with an air of arrogance; they

both seemed to know martial arts. The proprietress was the last to come upstairs; she blew out all the lights, whereas usually some lights remained on. Tang Ji couldn't sleep and was curious about what these two were doing, so in the darkness, he tiptoed out of the room and silently went upstairs.

It was a room at the end of the corridor, usually empty, the proprietress's private room. This room was some distance from the other rooms, presumably designed for quiet. It was a suite, with rooms within rooms.

The proprietress locked the door and invited the two men to sit down. They didn't go into the inner room; otherwise, Tang Ji wouldn't have seen anything.

The two ate some fruit, and the skinny man took out a piece of paper and handed it to the proprietress, saying, "The master has ordered you to carry out your duties diligently."

The proprietress replied seriously, "I wonder what the master's orders are?"

The skinny man took the opportunity to touch the proprietress's hand and laughed, "It's all written here, take a look for yourself."

The proprietress pulled her hand away, glanced at the paper, pondered for a moment, and then went into the inner room, presumably to put the orders away. She returned to the main room and said, "Please tell the master that I will do my utmost and not disappoint him. Please also put in a good word for me with the master."

The fat man remained expressionless, while the skinny man came up to her, pulled her into his arms, and said, "My darling, we rarely come here, so please keep us company."

As he spoke, he winked at the fat man, who also laughed, stood up, and looked lewdly at the proprietress's chest.

The landlady struggled, saying, "No, no, how can I serve two men?"

The skinny man laughed, "Isn't that easy? We'll take them one at a time. Besides, who doesn't know your reputation for beauty? Your skills in bed are legendary; many men in the brothel have tasted your charms. We've been craving you for a long time."

Without another word, he picked up the landlady and placed her on the large bed.

Tang Ji, outside the door, thought, "Should I go in and save her?" Then he thought, "It depends on the situation. If she's willing to go with them, what's my problem? She's not my wife, after all. If she resists with all her might, I can't just ignore it."

Looking further, he saw the landlady struggle for a while, then give in. Clearly, the struggle was just a pretense; she just wanted to indulge in some wantonness. Tang Ji sighed outside, "Luckily I wasn't so reckless, otherwise it would not only have been unnecessary, but I might have gotten myself into trouble. The Crouching Tiger Manor is so famous outside; if Dongfang Ba spreads the news, I, Tang Ji, will be unable to move an inch."

Tang Ji was peeking through a hole in the paper door. Several candles lit the room, making it as bright as day, and Tang Ji could clearly see everyone's faces. The skinny man bent down and kissed the landlady's face, his hands roaming over her body. The fat man wasn't to be outdone; he took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, spread the landlady's legs, and began to explore her groin, focusing on her most intimate area.

The landlady couldn't resist their teasing; soon her face flushed, her eyes gleamed with desire, and she emitted alluring moans that ignited lust in anyone who heard them.

"Your face is so smooth and fragrant,"

the skinny man complimented, then kissed the landlady's red lips, licking and kneading them forcefully, while one hand kneaded her breasts heavily. He muttered, "These breasts are really good; they bounce back when you press them. I haven't touched anything this good in ages."

As he spoke, he used his tongue to pry open the landlady's mouth and thrust his tongue inside, exploring it.

The fat man rubbed his lower abdomen with one hand and his other hand against the landlady's genitals. Even through her pants, he could feel the warmth. He grumbled, "Such a bulging thing, it must be so wet inside. We're in for some fun."

He then unzipped the landlady's pants and slipped his hand inside, exclaiming, "So wet! What a slut!"

He pulled his hand out, revealing several fingers glistening with moisture.

The skinny man turned and laughed at the fat man. The landlady, a little embarrassed, closed her beautiful eyes and moaned softly. The skinny man, impatient, joined the fat man, quickly stripping the landlady naked, revealing her body to the three men. The two men inside were unaware of the other man outside.

The landlady was plump and fair-skinned. Her breasts were large and her legs long, her vulva hairless, and her slightly round face, alluring expression, and lustful eyes possessed a captivating allure.

The two men watched, their mouths watering. The skinny man moved his mouth down to suckle the landlady's breasts, squeezing one breast hard with each hand.

After a few licks, he noticed the nipples were now hard and wet. The fat man, meanwhile, knelt between the landlady's legs, stretching out his tongue and sucking voraciously, causing the landlady's body to sway wildly, her juices flowing freely and wetting most of the fat man's face.

Tang Ji, watching from outside the door, was amazed; he had never known that three people could play together like this.

When it was time for them to go first, the two men argued, each wanting to be the first. The landlady grew impatient, so the fat man came up with a plan: a game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would go first. Despite his large, clumsy appearance, the fat man was surprisingly quick-witted in the game, winning before the landlady could even think.

The fat man took off his clothes, revealing his medium-sized penis. He smiled at the skinny man and said, "Brother, let me go first, have a taste."

As he spoke, he spread his legs wide, making her vulva wide open. The thick labia glistened with moisture, and the clitoris was hard and prominent. The fat man couldn't resist nudging it with the head of his penis, making the landlady cry out in pleasure. The fat man

felt good and rubbed it repeatedly, making the landlady moan. The fat man looked at the landlady's lower body again and saw that the sticky vaginal fluid had flowed down to her buttocks, soaking her anus. The anus glowed faintly in the mucus, which greatly pleased the fat man. He poked it with his index finger, and the anus retracted inward.

The fat man laughed, "This thing is really fun."

As he spoke, he aimed the head of his penis at the vulva and thrust it in all the way with a "whoosh." There was no obstruction, which showed that his penis was a bit small.

The fat man savored the sensation, then began thrusting vigorously, making the landlady moan and groan. It seemed this man gave her a better feeling than her husband or Ah Xiong.

As he thrust, the fat man asked, "You slut, how's it going? Let me moan a couple of times."

The landlady, excited, wiggled her hips and hummed, "Good, good, it's going to kill me!"

The skinny man, envious, caressed the landlady's body, sometimes kissing her cheeks, sometimes smacking his tongue, sometimes sucking on her nipples, busy and enjoying himself. He also felt pleasure from the sounds of his thrusting and the landlady's moans.

The fat man thrust hundreds of times without showing any signs of ejaculation, suggesting he was quite experienced. He alternated between vigorous thrusting and gentle, plunging deeply and shallowly at times. Sometimes he'd pull his entire penis out to admire the wide-open, wet vagina, then thrust it back in with a soft "whoosh," a playful act that the landlady found novel.

Seeing the fat man's enthusiastic thrusting, the skinny man, unable to satisfy his own urge, noticed the landlady's mouth was still open and moved his erect penis towards her lips.

The landlady frowned and said, "Don't put it in my mouth, the taste is unpleasant."

The skinny man pinched the landlady's nipple and said, "If you won't let me put it in my mouth, I'll put it in your ass. See which one you prefer."

The landlady, slightly angry, said, "You're insulting me, I'll report you to the gang leader."

The skinny man smiled and said, "If we both report you to the gang leader, do you think she'll believe me or you?"

The landlady felt a chill; she knew, of course, that the gang leader would believe him. The gang leader had never trusted women much, but he valued these smelly men quite a bit. Thinking about the gang leader's order this time, she felt worried and didn't know what to do.

The two men were oblivious to her thoughts; one was thrusting into her with relish, while the other, seeing her stunned expression, assumed she had given in and smugly shoved his penis into her mouth. The landlady, overwhelmed by the man's scent, immediately jolted, knowing she couldn't fight back, and had no choice but to suck on his glans. In her heart, however, she was cursing his ancestors.

A short while later, the fat man ejaculated. The skinny man withdrew and took his place. The skinny man's penis was long and dark, reaching right to her clitoris.

As the skinny man's glans penetrated deeply, the landlady cried out in pleasure, "Wow, that hit the spot right there!"

The skinny man, smug, rubbed her breasts with both hands, his penis thrusting in and out of her hole repeatedly, shouting, "This slut's hole is so wet, it feels so good. Squeeze, squeeze harder, ah, good, she really is a woman."

The skinny man's thrusting made a squelching sound, which excited all three of them.

The fat man's penis had become somewhat hard again, and he suggested, "Brother, make her bend over, let's play together."

The skinny man laughed, "Brother, let's share the good times."

Saying this, he told the landlady to get into the doggy style.

The landlady had no choice but to get on all fours, sticking her buttocks high in the air. The skinny man patted her round, white buttocks and laughed wildly, "Damn, you're so white! I'm going to fuck you to death today!"

As he spoke, he poked her a few times with his fingers inside her vagina, then suddenly thrust his penis in, causing the landlady to cry out in pain, "You damn bastard, can't you be a little gentler?"

The skinny man chuckled, "Would you be satisfied if I were gentler?"

He then thrust his hips, his penis moving rapidly inside her vagina, and the landlady's cries rang out again. However, the cries stopped after a few moments; the fat man had sat down in front of her mouth and forced Nan Bangguo into it. Although the landlady felt humiliated by being played with by two men at the same time, she was powerless; she couldn't afford to offend these two men.

A moment later, the skinny man pulled out his penis and thrust it in again. The landlady screamed, turning to glare at the skinny man and saying, "Are you crazy?"

The skinny man laughed, "Isn't the asshole for men to play with too?"

It turned out that the skinny man's penis had been inserted into the landlady's other hole. The landlady's hole was still a virgin's, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.

Tang Ji had no heart to look anymore, and like he had come, he left silently like a cat. He was filled with endless感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings of emotion and bewilderment), not understanding why the landlady was afraid of them.

(04-16
Chapter 7: Bound)

The next day, Tang Ji woke up with a start. A cold, sharp knife was pressed against his neck. The person holding the knife was a thin man, and a fat man sat beside him, both men grinning sinisterly at him. These two were the messengers from some sect who had tormented the landlady the previous night.

Seeing that Tang Ji was awake, the skinny man asked, "Tang Ji, we finally caught you. Serves me right for getting rich! This time, the gang leader definitely won't treat us brothers unfairly."

Tang Ji steadied himself and said, "Who are you people? I don't know you at all. What do you want?"

The skinny man snorted, "You don't need to worry about who we are. We don't want anything else, we just want one thing from you."

Tang Ji asked, "What thing?"

The skinny man shouted, "Stop playing dumb with me! Hand over the Gale Sword Manual, or don't blame me for being impolite."

As he spoke, he pressed down on his knife. Tang Ji felt a slight pain in his neck, unsure if he was injured.

Tang Ji remained calm and said, "I don't know anything about sword manuals. If you don't believe me, you can search me as you please."

The fat man interjected, "What's there to search? Would you be so stupid as to keep it with you? You must have hidden it. Tell us quickly, and we won't make things difficult for you."

Tang Ji shouted, "I don't have it, I don't have it. Even if you kill me, I still don't have it."

The skinny man gritted his teeth and said, "You won't admit it until you see the coffin. We'll take you to the main hall, and then you won't even be able to die."

He said to the fat man, "Brother, tie him up."

The fat man took out a rope and tied Tang Ji up swiftly. Tang Ji wanted to resist, but with a knife to his neck, he dared not move.

The skinny man said, "Brother, let's go. We'll leave everything to the hall master."

The fat man replied, "That's exactly right."

Then the fat man picked up Tang Ji and followed the skinny man out of the room. Tang Ji weighed at least a hundred pounds, but the fat man lifted him like a chicken, showing his considerable strength.

As they passed the counter, they greeted the proprietress behind it, saying, "Madam, we're leaving now. We'll come find you again sometime."

A lewd grin spread across their faces as they said this.

The proprietress stepped out from behind the counter and respectfully said, "Your subordinates respectfully see you two envoys off and wish the leader eternal youth and beauty."

The skinny man and the fat man exchanged a glance and said, "We will certainly pass on your message."

The proprietress looked at Tang Ji, her eyes filled with pity and unease; clearly, it was she who had tipped him off. Tang Ji

glared at her and said, "Madam, this time your leader will definitely promote you." The proprietress opened her mouth, but ultimately remained silent.

Tang Ji was placed on his own horse. The two envoys rode smugly, seemingly hearing their leader's praise and their comrades' envy; they hadn't expected to capture Tang Ji so easily.

Tang Ji lay sprawled on the horse's back, clearly unhappy, his eyes mostly fixed on the ground. Walking on flat roads was alright, but once he got to the rougher sections, the jolting felt like his intestines were going to burst.

After two days, he arrived at a winding mountain path. All around him were towering mountains, an endless expanse of green. Even the sky seemed smaller here, the view obscured. Tang Ji, thrashed about violently, complained, "Put me down! If you keep jolting me like this, I'll die! If I die, your leader will skin you alive!"

The skinny man patted his head and sneered, "Don't worry, he'll only skin you. Mine's skin is still pretty tough."

The fat man chimed in, "Our leader likes us two brothers, she wouldn't dare skin us, but she prefers skinning handsome young men. Our lanterns are made of human skin, you'll see when you get there."

He laughed loudly.

Tang Ji's heart pounded. He thought, "Is this for real? Are they lying to me? If so, I'm in grave danger. Whether I'll even come out alive is a question."

Just then, a black horse galloped up from behind. It sized up Tang Ji for a moment, then rode off again. A little while later, a white horse came along, also sized him up, and then rode away. This happened five or six times, which puzzled the two men. But as time went on, more and more people appeared, and each time there was more than one.

Judging from their attire, they were all martial arts practitioners. Although Tang Ji couldn't see their faces from his horse, he could see their horses, boots, and weapons. A thought struck him, and he shouted, "I don't have a sword manual; killing me won't do you any good!"

These words had an effect; the people behind immediately closed in, and more and more people arrived, eventually squeezing the three men, including the thin man, among them. An elderly man with a goatee approached Tang Ji and asked, "Young man, are you Tang Ji?"

Tang Ji, seeing the polite question, replied, "Old sir, who are you, and what brings you here?"

The old man humbly replied, "I dare not call myself an expert; I am Ximen He, a disciple of Mount Tai."

Tang Ji didn't think much of it, but the two men, one fat and one thin, gasped, their hearts pounding. Everyone in the martial arts world knew that Ximen He was the junior brother of the Mount Tai sect leader, and his Mount Tai swordsmanship was said to be no less than his senior brother's. What was he doing here? Was he also after the sword manual?

The two men stepped forward and said, "Master Ximen, we are in a hurry and cannot speak with you. Please leave."

They meant to tell him to move away and not get so close.

Master Ximen was furious and said, "You two are remnants of the Demonic Sect! Get lost! Do you want to fight me?"

He gripped the hilt of his sword.

Just then, a large-headed young man rode up from behind, without saying a word, and grabbed Tang Ji.

Ximen He saw clearly that he wasn't about to let the duck he had in his grasp escape. He leaped up and lightly patted the big-headed youth on the shoulder, causing the youth to cry out and fall off his horse. Without pausing, Ximen He landed on Tang Ji's horse, lifted him up, and mounted him.

The fat man and the thin man beside him were furious, shouting, "Old man, let him go!"

Ximen He waved to the people around him and said, "Send those two away."

The crowd responded in unison, and in the blink of an eye, the two were surrounded by more than ten men.

The thin man and the fat man each drew their swords, shouting, "Those who block my way die!"

With that, their blades flashed, and they attacked their enemies. The two thought it would be like peeling radishes, one slice at a time, killing them all in an instant. But they were wrong. The crowd didn't attack all at once; instead, two men stepped forward to fight them one-on-one. After several exchanges, the fat and thin men couldn't gain the upper hand. Their opponents' swordsmanship was light and skillful, and despite their strength, the weight of their swords, and their fierce attacks, they had little effect. Both men were extremely anxious, unsure how to escape their predicament. They couldn't understand how someone else knew such a secret as the sword manual.

Ximen He looked at them like they were dead pigs and said, "You two demonic cult bastards, tell me where your headquarters is, and I'll spare your lives."

The two men brandished their swords, shouting, "You old codger, you're dreaming!"

Ximen He sneered, "Let's see who dies."

Turning to the disciples, he said, "Kill them on the spot, no need to waste words."

With that, he led Tang Ji forward.

Many people chased after him, but when they passed the Taishan disciples, the disciples attacked together, blocking the pursuers. It was impossible for them to overtake him for the time being.

After running for a while, they descended the mountain path and came to a large tree. Ximen He placed Tang Ji on the ground but didn't untie his ropes. These ropes weren't ordinary ropes; they were made of cow tendon, impossible to break even with great strength.

Tang Ji nodded to Ximen He and said, "Thank you so much for saving my life, sir. I will never forget it."

Ximen He laughed and said, "It's nothing, not worth mentioning."

Then he said seriously to Tang Ji, "Tang Ji, would you like to learn advanced martial arts?"

Tang Ji smiled and said, "Of course I would. If I were good at martial arts, I wouldn't have to be tied up like a dumpling like this."

Ximen He agreed, "That's right, but to learn martial arts, you must have a skilled master. Without a skilled master, no matter how talented you are, it's all in vain."

As he spoke, he walked closer to a tree about the size of a bowl and said, "Watch carefully." He

slowly raised his right palm and struck the tree trunk with a thud.

Tang Ji didn't know why he suddenly started demonstrating martial arts. Judging from his manner, this palm strike could definitely break the tree trunk, but that wasn't anything special; his godfather could do that too. Strangely, after Ximen He struck the tree, it didn't move at all, without any reaction. Even someone who didn't know martial arts would lose a few leaves if struck.

Ximen He sat down next to Tang Ji and said, "Did you see it clearly?"

Tang Ji stared at the tree and said, "I saw it clearly. I wonder if the old master has suffered any internal injuries?" Ximen He looked at him, puzzled.

Tang Ji smiled and said, "If he hadn't suffered any internal injuries, why hasn't this tree lost a single leaf?"

Ximen He laughed heartily and said, "What a silly child."

He then laughed again. He pointed at the tree without saying a word. Tang Ji glanced at the tree for a while, then at the old man, truly wondering what trick he was playing.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the tree suddenly burst into leaves, all of them falling in the blink of an eye. Then, with a thud, the entire trunk collapsed to the ground. Tang Ji's eyes widened, and he stood up in astonishment, exclaiming, "What kind of kung fu is this? So powerful! If this hit a person..."

Tang Ji couldn't even imagine it.

Ximen He paced back and forth in front of Tang Ji, stroking his goatee and smiling smugly, "This is our Taishan's 'Mountain-Crossing Palm.' People only know that Taishan is famous for its swordsmanship, but our palm techniques should not be underestimated. Young man, what do you think of this palm technique? If you're willing, I can take you as my disciple. I'll not only teach you this palm technique, but also impart all the knowledge I've gained in my life."

Tang Ji beamed with joy and said, "That would be wonderful! Old man, I'm willing to become your disciple."

Although he had never ventured into the martial world, he knew the reputation of the Taishan Sect. It was a major sect on par with Shaolin. Just

as Tang Ji was about to bow, Ximen He flicked his sleeve and said, "Wait, I have something else to say."

Tang Ji felt an invisible force supporting him, preventing him from even bending his knees, and he couldn't help but secretly admire him. If I mastered such martial arts, who would I be afraid of?

Tang Ji stared at Ximen He and asked, "Old man, please speak."

Ximen He smiled and said, "It's like this, my greatest love in life is martial arts. I heard you have Lu Kuangfeng's sword manual. Could you lend it to me for a look?" A thought

flashed through Tang Ji's mind, and he immediately understood. No wonder he was so kind to him; he was after the sword manual too. What's the difference between you and that skinny guy and that fat guy? If he agreed, he couldn't possibly produce the sword manual; if he didn't agree, he didn't know what methods the other party would use against him. Don't be fooled by prestigious sects; people's hearts are unpredictable. Although Tang Ji hadn't been in the martial world for many years, he knew the ugliness of human nature. This realization came from his time as a beggar. Years had passed, but he still remembered those days as a beggar.

Just as he was at a loss, he heard the sound of horses' hooves ahead, clattering away. It sounded far away, but in the blink of an eye, it was nearby. Tang Ji looked in the direction of the sound and saw two horses appear at the bend in the road ahead, galloping like the wind. Before he could get a good look, the two horses had already stopped in front of him.

Tang Ji glanced at the riders and horses and couldn't help but secretly admire them. One horse was black and the other white. On the black horse sat a burly man, around thirty years old, strong as a tiger, with a high nose and a wide mouth, truly exuding an imposing aura. On the white horse rode a young woman, twenty-four or twenty-five years old, dressed in a moon-white outfit, with a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, a wasp waist, and a high bust. The special charm that emanated from her dignified maturity was truly captivating.

Tang Ji secretly admired her, thinking, "She's truly a rare beauty, more beautiful and captivating than any other woman I've ever seen." He noticed the way the woman looked at the man and knew they were husband and wife.

Upon seeing Ximen He, the two immediately dismounted, clasped their hands in greeting, and said, "Disciple greets Martial Uncle."

Their gazes then turned to Tang Ji. Ximen He nodded to them and said, "Liyang, Yuxiao, how did you come from over there?"

Liyang respectfully replied, "Replying to Martial Uncle, our horses are fast. We reached the small town ahead last night and only turned back this morning upon receiving your signal."

Ximen He nodded, "I see. Hmm, let me introduce you to a friend." He pointed to Tang Ji, "This young man is the Tang Ji your master wanted to invite." The couple bowed to Tang Ji.

Ximen He then said to Tang Ji, "These two are disciples of our Mount Tai Sect. This one is Tie Liyang, known as the Mount Tai Tiger. That one is his wife, Cui Yuxiao, known as the Fairy Sword."

Tang Ji also wanted to bow, but with his hands bound, he could only nod and say, "I've long admired your name, but I'm afraid I can't return the greeting." He

then smiled.

Seeing Tang Ji bound and his uncle refusing to untie him, Li Yang was puzzled and asked, "Uncle, what's going on?"

He pointed to the ropes binding Tang Ji.

Ximen He smiled faintly and said, "Our disciples are fighting with someone in the back. You and your wife should go and see. If anyone is disobedient, teach them a lesson, so they don't tarnish the reputation of our Taishan Sect."

Li Yang wanted to say something more, but his wife gave him a look, and he held back. Tian Yuxiao said, "Uncle, since that's the case, Li Yang and I will go and meet our junior brothers first."

She tugged at her husband's sleeve.

Ximen He said, "Go ahead." The two mounted their horses and rode past Tang

Ji and Ximen He. Tang Ji was staring at the beautiful young woman, who was looking at him and smiling slightly, but her eyes were full of questions.

Tang Ji was somewhat bewildered by this smile and it took him a while to come back to his senses. Ximen He looked at him meaningfully and said in a low voice, "How is it? My nephew's wife is quite something, isn't she? As long as you give me the sword manual, I will grant you any wish." As

he spoke, a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

Tang Ji was shocked. He never expected him to say such a thing. Was the sword manual really that good? That it would make him abandon even his family? This man was too heartless! Even if the sword manual were still in my possession, I would not give it to you. But how should I answer him? I can't offend him; he seems to be a villain. But what should I say? Should I tell him the truth that the sword manual was stolen?

Tang Ji hesitated for a long time before saying, "Senior is a master of martial arts. Many juniors have long admired you but have never been able to meet you." This includes me, a junior. It's a great joy for me to meet you, senior. If I truly possessed the sword manual, who else could I give it to if not you?"

Ximen He was immensely pleased by his flattery, but when he heard the latter part, a chill ran through him. His eyes widened, filled with a fierce light, as terrifying as a sharp sword. Tang Ji trembled involuntarily, thinking, "What does he want? Does he want to kill me?"

The fierce glint in Ximen He's eyes vanished, replaced by a gentle smile. He said, "If you don't want to give it up, I won't force you. Very well, I rescued you from the Demonic Sect, so you should go with them. But once you get there, even if you want to die, it will be difficult." "

Speaking of this, his voice was filled with regret and sorrow, as if Tang Ji were about to die.

Tang Ji thought and thought, and felt that if he really went to the Demonic Sect, his fate was truly uncertain. Bai Ju had fallen into the hands of the Demonic Sect, and there was still no news of her. It was truly worse than death. Thinking of Bai Ju, Tang Ji felt waves of pain in his heart, as if he had returned to the scene in bed.

Tang Ji pondered repeatedly, feeling that he could not die. If he died, who would avenge Bai Ju? If he died, what would happen to Qiu Yu? And that Zhu Xiaotang, his book was in her hands, he couldn't just give it up. He still wanted to make a name for himself and do great things, he didn't want to return to his position so soon.

Tang Ji made up his mind and finally said, "Old man, I'll go to Mount Tai with you."

Ximen He, hearing that there was a chance, said, "What about the sword manual?"

Tang Ji said firmly, "Although I don't have the sword manual, I will find it soon. " Hearing this,

Ximen He was overjoyed. He knew what the other man meant: if he led him into the Taishan Sect, he would get the sword manual. This was an incredible opportunity! If he could get the sword manual and master the Mad Wind Sword Technique, who in the world would be his match? Back then, Lu Kuangfeng was unparalleled in the martial arts world with this sword technique; who was worthy of being his opponent?

At that time, let alone the Taishan Sect Leader, he, Ximen He, would be the leader of the martial arts alliance without hesitation. He would be the number one in the world! Overjoyed, he said to Tang Ji, "Don't tell anyone else what I'm telling you. When you see my senior brother, the sect leader, don't say anything out of turn; just say you don't have the sword manual."

Tang Ji nodded repeatedly and said, "I know what to do. By the way, old man, you can't make me travel like this, can you?"

He glanced at the ropes binding him.

Ximen He laughed, "I almost forgot. I'll untie you right now."

Just then, a loud shout rang out: "Wait!"

A figure flew down from a large tree ahead, as light as a bird, landing steadily in front of the two without making a sound. (

Chapter 8: Appreciating the Flute)

Upon seeing the newcomer, Tang Ji noticed he had a pockmarked face, a mustache, and a long sword at his waist. Tang Ji's first reaction was to flee. This man was the same one who had inquired about Tang Ji at the inn the previous night; he was Xu Fu, the steward of Crouching Tiger Manor.

Xu Fu gave Tang Ji a cold smile, then

clasped his hands in a fist salute to Ximen He, saying, "Old Master Ximen, it's been a long time." Ximen He returned the salute with a smile, saying, "So it's Steward Xu! It's truly kind of you to have the time to visit this old man in this desolate wilderness. Thank you very much." Hearing this, Xu Fu was furious. He thought to himself, "

What are you trying to fool me with? Don't you really know I'm here for Tang Ji? This old fox, he's got me shut up with just one sentence.

" Xu Fu forced a smile and said amicably, "Old Master, I never expected to run into you on this trip out of the manor. It's truly an honor. I'm here on the orders of the Manor Lord."

Ximen He smiled faintly at Xu Fu, stroking his beard, and said, "What does this have to do with me?"

Xu Fu replied, "It's related, and it's not related."

Ximen He stared at him and said, "I'd like to ask Steward Xu about that."

Xu Fu's gaze fell on Tang Ji, and he pointed at him, saying sternly, "Old Master, I came out to capture this traitor. If you don't interfere, it's fine; if you do interfere, then it's a problem."

Xu Fu's ugly face, coupled with his fierce expression, was truly terrifying. Tang Ji involuntarily took a step back, thinking, "I can't fall into his hands. I'd rather be stabbed to death than be captured. "

Xu Fu's meaning was clear: he wanted to take Tang Ji back; Tang Ji couldn't go with Ximen He. Ximen He chuckled dryly at Xu Fu and said, "Steward Xu, you're late."

Xu Fu looked at Ximen He in confusion and said, "Old Master, I'm truly baffled by your words."

Ximen He said arrogantly, "Tang Ji is now my man; I can't let you take him away."

Xu Fu raised his eyebrows and tried to be as amiable as possible, "Old Master, please don't put me in a difficult position. You know our Master's temper; what he wants, no one can stop him from getting."

Ximen He said loudly, "My temper is the same; what I want, even the Emperor himself can't stop me."

Xu Fu's face turned dark red. After a moment of silence, he said, "Ximen He, don't think that we at Crouching Tiger Manor are afraid of you. If you don't let me take Tang Ji away today, I have no choice but to offend you."

Ximen He stretched and said, "This old man also wants to experience the power of the Black Heart Sword."

Xu Fu stared at Ximen He and said, "Then I must offend you."

Ximen He said nonchalantly, "Please make your move. If you can defeat me, I will not stop you."

Xu Fu bent his arm, raised his palm, and glided around to Ximen He's side. Suddenly, he struck Ximen He's shoulder with his palm.

Ximen He laughed, "I didn't expect you to know the Mighty Vajra Palm of Shaolin Temple."

This palm strike is called Mountain-Splitting and Stele-Shattering.

Ximen He didn't take him seriously at all. He didn't even dodge and met the blow with his own palm. With a loud thud, the two exchanged blows. Ximen He stood firmly, while Xu Fu took several steps back, his face changing color. Clearly, Xu Fu was inferior in internal strength.

Seeing that he was at a disadvantage in terms of internal strength, Xu Fu decided not to waste any more time. With a whoosh, he drew his sword, and without a word, he leaped up and thrust it straight at Ximen He's chest. This move was called "Poison Dragon Spitting Its Tongue," extremely domineering.

Ximen He slightly shifted his body, simultaneously slashing diagonally with his palm towards Xu Fu's neck. Xu Fu neither dodged nor evaded; his sword tip flickered, following the movement of his opponent, still aiming for his chest. He was taking a risk, wanting to test whether Ximen He's palm or his sword was faster.

Ximen He didn't want to gamble with his life. He quickly withdrew his palm and stepped back, defusing the danger. Then, with agile footwork, he swiftly circled behind Xu Fu, unleashing a double palm strike with lightning speed. Xu Fu was no pushover either; he suddenly turned and dodged to the side, thrusting again towards Ximen He's throat.

After several exchanges, both secretly admired each other, knowing the other was not to be trifled with. Therefore, they both calmly fought back and forth, locked in a fierce battle. However, Ximen He, maintaining his composure, skillfully

maneuvered through the swordplay with his bare hands, remaining undefeated. Even Tang Ji, witnessing this, couldn't help but want to applaud. Tang Ji, seeing the two engrossed in their fight and paying little attention to him, glanced around but found no one.

He thought to himself, "If I don't leave now, when will I?" He slowly turned, leaped onto his horse, and with a spur, the horse galloped off like a whirlwind.

The two fighters, realizing Tang Ji had escaped, quickly stopped fighting and used their lightness skills to give chase. Tang Ji had only run a few dozen feet, and his horse, being an ordinary steed, was naturally slow. The two, as fast as shooting stars, gained speed with each pursuit, closing the distance between them. Tang Ji thought to himself, "How unlucky! I've been haunted by evil spirits again. Neither of these two is any good. If only I had better martial arts skills, I could kill them both."

Just as Ximen He's fingers were about to touch Tang Ji's horse's tail, someone in the nearby woods shouted, "Watch out for hidden weapons!"

Two flashes of white light shot towards the two men. One ducked, the other leaped, easily dodging the throwing knives. But several more knives came flying, forcing the two to carefully parry. Tang Ji turned a corner ahead and disappeared from sight.

Enraged, the two looked into the woods, but he was gone too. Prioritizing the greater good, they continued their pursuit of Tang Ji. When they reached the corner, a large net descended from the sky. The two reacted quickly, ducking and darting to the side. Unexpectedly, several nets awaited them nearby. They drew their swords, trying to break through the nets, but to their surprise, the nets were completely undamaged, clearly made of extraordinary materials. The two heroes, who had always been heroes, were utterly humiliated by such underhanded tactics, and cursed loudly.

Suddenly, a cheer erupted, and a dozen or so women, all dressed in black and as beautiful as flowers, poured out from the roadside.

They were nimble and quickly tightened the net, rendering the two men, despite their martial arts skills, helpless.

Tang Ji looked back at the two captured men, unsure whether to continue running, when someone spoke in front of him: "Hey, Tang, come with me."

The voice was clear and melodious, yet cold and commanding.

Tang Ji turned his head and saw a girl in red standing before him, tall and graceful, with bright eyes and white teeth, but her face was as cold as ice, never looking directly at Tang Ji.

Tang Ji asked, "Who are you? I don't know you."

The girl said again, "Come with me."

Without waiting for Tang Ji's response, she gracefully ran towards the group of girls, her speed and beauty breathtaking. Of course, Tang Ji was more attracted to her waist and hips. Her waist was slender and flexible, and her buttocks were round and full, presumably with good elasticity and feel. For some reason, Tang Ji couldn't help but follow her.

The group of girls all showed respect to the young woman. A large-breasted girl, the leader, said, "Miss Wen, please give your orders."

Miss Wen glanced at the two captured men and said, "Let's wait for Xiao Lan and the others in the woods."

The others agreed and retreated into a nearby grove. Tang Ji followed, thinking to himself, "They are my saviors; I truly thank them."

Once in the grove, Miss Wen suddenly struck several pressure points on the two men, rendering them unconscious. Tang Ji immediately recognized her skill; she was far superior to him. He dismounted and observed the girls, who were finding places to rest. Some sat on the grass, some leaned against trees, and some perched on branches. Tang Ji noticed how beautiful these girls were and wondered who they were. They seemed to have escaped from the ranks of women; otherwise, why were they all so beautiful?

He looked at them, and they looked at him in return. Some blushed and turned away, while others stared back at him with wide eyes, showing no weakness. Some smiled at him, their smiles alluring, like the fluttering of spring's heart.

Tang Ji realized he was still bound, so he mustered his courage and said to Miss Wen, "Miss Wen, could you please untie me?"

Miss Wen didn't even look at him, but winked at a girl beside her, who then came over and untied Tang Ji's ropes. Once the ropes were off, Tang Ji felt incredibly relieved. He stretched his arms, which ached from being bound. Thinking of the two people who had bound him, he couldn't help but mutter, "These two bastards, fat pig and skinny monkey, they'll both die a horrible death."

Miss Wen scolded him lightly, "Boy, who are you calling names?"

Tang Ji looked up and saw Miss Wen staring at him with bright, angry eyes, her gaze filled with anger and coldness. A little afraid, he smiled and said, "I'm not calling anyone names, I'm calling two beasts."

Just then, footsteps came from outside the woods. Tang Ji looked and saw thirty or forty people approaching. These people were divided into two groups; one group consisted of girls, also dressed in black, clearly part of Miss Wen's group. The other group consisted entirely of men, all bound with ropes and gagged. Some of them had their cheeks twitching slightly, their expressions suggesting they wanted to utter something. Upon closer inspection, Tang Ji recognized them—weren't these the people who had tried to steal the sword manual on the mountain path? Some were disciples of Mount Tai; who was this Miss Wen, that she had captured them all?

The leader was a slender-waisted girl with large eyes and a delicate nose, dressed in pink. She stepped forward respectfully and said, "Replying to Miss Wen, everyone over there except for those two has been captured."

Miss Wen was taken aback, stood up from a tree stump, and asked, "Anyone escaped? Xiao Lan, who were those two?"

Xiao Lan looked at Miss Wen and answered crisply, "Those two were Tie Liyang and Tian Yuxiao, a married couple. That couple was incredibly powerful; half of our disciples attacked them, and we still couldn't gain the upper hand. When I threw out the sect leader's thyme, the couple flew far hand in hand, seemingly not smelling much. Then I captured them all."

Miss Wen nodded and said, "You've done quite well. That couple's martial arts are extremely high; they're the best among the young disciples of the Taishan Sect. It's not your fault you didn't capture them. You did a good job; your hall master will reward you handsomely." Upon hearing the word "hall master," Tang Ji was startled, thinking, "What hall master? Could it be the one the fat and thin men were talking about? Could they be in cahoots with the fat and thin men? Oh no, they might all be from the Demonic Sect; I might have fallen into their hands again." The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, hoping they weren't in cahoots. Little did he know that what followed would quickly reveal the answer.

Miss Wen asked, "Where are Fatty Dragon and Skinny Tiger?"

Xiao Lan replied, "Miss Wen, those two were killed by disciples of Mount Tai. I buried them by the roadside."

Miss Wen snorted, "Good, good, very good. It should have been done long ago."

Those around her didn't quite understand her words. Was it good that they died, or that Xiao Lan had handled things well? However, everyone knew Miss Wen's temper, and no one dared to ask further.

Xiao Lan glanced at Tang Ji and asked, "Miss Wen, is he Tang Ji?"

Miss Wen glanced at Tang Ji and said, "He is Tang Ji, the Tang Ji your leader has been longing for."

Xiao Lan looked at Tang Ji, finding him handsome, a truly beautiful young man, and couldn't help but look at him a few more times. Miss Wen, observing this, said, "Xiao Lan, isn't he alright-looking? If you like him, he can be your man."

Xiao Lan chuckled and said, "Miss Wen, you're teasing me. I don't want to get married. I've dedicated my life to this sect and have no more thoughts of romantic love."

Miss Wen pressed, "Really no more thoughts of romantic love? A strong general has no weak soldiers under his command. Everyone knows how skilled Master Lan is."

Her words were loaded with meaning, making Xiao Lan blush and speechless.

Miss Wen felt a surge of pleasure at her embarrassment. She stopped there and continued, "Xiao Lan, our business is done. Let's go back now."

Xiao Lan agreed, "Yes."

But in her heart, she thought, "You've always looked down on me. One day I'll show you what I'm capable of. Anyway, the sect leader isn't around. Let's see who can back you up. "

Xiao Lan called over a few women and whispered a few instructions, the meaning of which was unclear. Tang Ji, seeing this, secretly groaned. "Avoiding the pit only to fall into the well—this is my fate, Tang Ji." I thought I had escaped danger, but in the end, I still couldn't escape the clutches of the Tongtian Sect. If I were to die here, how many regrets would I have in my heart? He wanted to find a chance to escape, but these women were watching him closely, and he couldn't move an inch.

Soon, the group emerged from the woods, where several carriages were already waiting. Tang Ji then realized that Xiao Lan had sent people to find carriages. The carriages arrived so quickly, obviously it was all arranged in advance.

The prisoners were all stuffed into the carriages, including Xu Fu and Ximen He, who were still unconscious. Each carriage had a woman riding a horse alongside it. In comparison, Tang Ji was considered lucky. He wasn't tied up and was sitting in a spacious carriage with a beautiful woman beside him, Xiao Lan. She was there specifically to look after Tang Ji, but her attitude was very good, like that of a concubine.

Xiao Lan had a charming smile on her face, and the fragrance wafted from her body, intoxicating Tang Ji. Xiao Lan turned her head and smiled at Tang Ji, saying, "Young Master Tang, you're so handsome! The sect leader will definitely like you."

Tang Ji tried his best to remain calm and asked, "What kind of person is your sect leader? Are you from the Tongtian Sect?"

Xiao Lan was quite generous and took Tang Ji's hand, saying, "We are from the Tongtian Sect. As for what kind of person the sect leader is, you can see for yourself. As long as you're skilled enough to make the sect leader happy, he'll make you feel like you're in heaven."

Tang Ji looked at Xiao Lan and saw how captivating and alluring her eyes were, as if they were hooked, stealing his soul. He thought to himself, "This little girl really knows how to seduce people; just that look is enough to make one lose control."

Tang Ji stretched out his arm, and Xiao Lan, knowing what was going on, leaned into his arms. One hand had already reached down to Tang Ji's crotch, skillfully caressing that area, making Tang Ji feel very comfortable and want to cry out.

While enjoying Xiao Lan's services, Tang Ji asked, "Will your leader kill me? Why did she capture me?"

Xiao Lan had already unzipped his pants, slipped her slender fingers inside, and was pinching and playing with his large glans. She said in a sweet voice, "Don't ask too many questions, but I won't just watch you die."

Tang Ji grasped one of her breasts and asked, "Why are you so nice to me?"

Xiao Lan gasped, "You look like one of my ex-boyfriends."

Suddenly, she cried out. It turned out that Tang Ji had applied a little too much pressure to her nipple. Xiao Lan wasn't tall, but her breasts were quite large, soft yet firm. The more Tang Ji touched them, the more he wanted to touch them, until Xiao Lan's eyes were glazed over and her face showed lust.

She stroked his penis, making it as hard as iron, which excited Tang Ji so much that he wanted to ejaculate. Every movement of this girl's hand felt like it was pressing on his most sensitive nerves. He couldn't believe she was so young; she was so sensible. Tang Ji thought to himself, this girl must be very experienced; she must have been with countless men.

Tang Ji moved his hand to Xiao Lan's buttocks, squeezing the flesh hard for a while, then slipped his fingers into her cleft, pressing hard on her vulva. Even through her pants, Xiao Lan's breathing quickened with excitement; she felt herself becoming quite wet.

Xiao Lan was incredibly aroused, pulling out Tang Ji's penis. It was erect, thick and long, with bulging veins, a swollen glans, and a drop of fluid seeping from the urethral opening. Upon closer inspection, the penis seemed to be throbbing, as if ready to charge.

Xiao Lan looked at it with great pleasure, whispering, "My good man, your thing is so beautiful, I love it to death."

As she spoke, she knelt before Tang Ji, lowering her head to suckle. She took the glans into her mouth, performing a series of movements, sometimes clamping it with her mouth, sometimes pressing it with her tongue, the movements varying in speed, but always executed flawlessly.

Although Tang Ji had slept with several women, he had never experienced the pleasure of a woman's mouth. He never imagined that his penis could feel so good inside a woman's mouth. The way her tongue swirled around his glans made his very soul move. Tang Ji felt every pore open, every nerve throbbing violently—a completely different experience from penetration. He never imagined there could be such pleasure between men and women. It was wonderful; a woman's mouth was wonderful. Not only could it be used for kissing, but also for penetration. This intense pleasure made Tang Ji tremble all over.

Xiao Lan could feel Tang Ji's excitement. She released his glans, which was now glistening and incredibly clean.

His penis was hard and erect, eager to reach its peak.

Xiao Lan smiled sweetly at Tang Ji and said in a coquettish voice, "My dear, you have to hold back and not ejaculate. We haven't really had any real pleasure yet."

That smile almost mesmerized Tang Ji; her eyes were so lewd, her lips so red, and there was even a hair stuck to the corner of her mouth—undoubtedly her own.

Tang Ji's face flushed red as he suppressed his desire and asked, "Can we do it here too?"

Xiao Lan didn't answer, but smiled and undressed, stripping her lower body naked. She lowered her head and licked Tang Ji's glans several times before straddling him and sitting in his lap, slowly inserting his proud penis. Afterward, Xiao Lan hooked her arms around Tang Ji's neck and became as wild as a wild horse, her tender flesh clamping so tightly it felt like it would break his penis.

Under Xiao Lan's influence, Tang Ji also became fierce. He naturally couldn't let a woman dominate him; he had to conquer her. At this moment, the carriage was moving, and the intimacy inside was quite different from usual.

Chapter 9: Xiao

Lan Tang Ji 's penis was pressed against a warm, moist nest, the slippery flesh tightly enveloping his treasure. With their movements, the tender flesh also moved with a tightening and loosening, making Tang Ji lose his senses and want to fly away.

Its opening was very active, its contractions and releases both ecstatic and arousing. Tang Ji didn't want to admit defeat to a woman, so he thrust harder, forcing himself to endure. Suddenly, he remembered the secret technique from the "Controlling Women" chapter of the Mad Wind Sword Manual and quickly followed it. It really worked! The urge disappeared, replaced by calm and gentleness.

Tang Ji was secretly delighted. While cooperating with Xiao Lan's thrusts, he lifted Xiao Lan's top, revealing a pair of small but firm breasts. Tang Ji held one in each hand, fondling them with relish, occasionally teasing the nipples, which undoubtedly added fuel to the fire for Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan, holding Tang Ji's shoulders, moved with a horse-like swaying motion, her beautiful hair trembling, occasionally offering sweet kisses. Clearly, Tang Ji's performance satisfied her. She hadn't encountered such a good man in a long time; others surrendered after only a few dozen thrusts under her "dragon-sucking technique." Tang Ji had already thrust a thousand times, still so powerful, so fierce, as if he wanted to fuck her to death. She felt surprised and excited.

"Tang Ji, my good man, my hero, you're really good, you're really good, you're really good at it, Xiao Lan is going to die of pleasure,"

Xiao Lan praised Tang Ji with her wanton moans.

Tang Ji felt great listening to this, his hands gripping Xiao Lan's buttocks as he thrust hard, shouting, "You're such a slut, you're so tight I'm about to come."

His thick penis moved in and out of her wet vagina, making a squelching sound.

The two were locked in a contest, neither wanting to be the first to finish, both performing at their best. In the end, Xiao Lan couldn't hold back any longer, pouring warm water on Tang Ji's glans, Tang Ji gritting his teeth and refusing to ejaculate.

Xiao Lan cried out, "My good man, you've made me feel like I'm in heaven!"

She then kissed Tang Ji's face repeatedly.

Overwhelmed by the combined pleasure of hearing and touch, Tang Ji couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated his hot semen into Xiao Lan's wetness. The heat made Xiao Lan cry out several times, her mouth opening and closing, her beautiful eyes half-closed, as if she were about to die in her most beautiful state. After

they dressed, Xiao Lan snuggled into Tang Ji's arms again, praising him repeatedly, "Tang Ji, I never knew you were so skilled! You must have slept with a lot of women, right?"

Tang Ji shook his head, "No way, I've slept with far fewer women than you've slept with men."

Xiao Lan pinched his cheek, coquettishly saying, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm very proper." She then

put on a ladylike expression, making Tang Ji burst into laughter.

Just then, a cold snort was heard, low but clear and powerful. Tang Ji hurriedly pushed open the carriage curtain to look, and saw a girl riding by on horseback; he knew who she was just by her figure.

Xiao Lan pulled him back, then clung to him like a sticky rice cake, saying sweetly, "Why are you looking at her? She's always like this, like she just came out of an ice cellar."

It turned out the person was Miss Wen.

Tang Ji held her slender waist, seeing her face flushed with satisfaction after their lovemaking, looking stunningly beautiful. Tang Ji kissed her lips a few times and asked, "Your skills are quite good; any man would like you. Let me ask you, how good are Miss Wen's skills?"

Xiao Lan glanced at Tang Ji and countered, "Are you talking about martial arts or bedroom skills?"

Tang Ji chuckled and said, "Would I mention martial arts at a time like this?"

Xiao Lan looked at Tang Ji, then suddenly burst into laughter, a truly delightful laugh. Tang Ji shook her and asked, "What's so funny?"

Xiao Lan pointed at Tang Ji's nose and laughed, "You call yourself a womanizer? Can't you tell if Miss Wen is a virgin?"

Tang Ji silently recalled Miss Wen's every move and pondered, "She really does seem like a virgin."

Xiao Lan chuckled and said, "She is a virgin. Not even her hair has been touched by a man."

Tang Ji was filled with respect and asked, "Where are you taking me? Are there many virgins where you live?"

Xiao Lan replied, "I can't tell you where you're going right now. But I can tell you that there are very few adult virgins where we live. There are over a hundred young beauties there, but less than twenty virgins. What, are you envious? But I think you won't have the chance." "Yes."

Tang Ji smiled and said, "You misunderstood me. I wouldn't have such an absurd idea."

Xiao Lan looked at him and said, "I didn't say you were absurd. Besides, what kind of man doesn't want to play with women? Even if you do have that idea, there's nothing wrong with it. Which man doesn't want to play with virgins? It's just that these virgins are taken, and they are all under Miss Wen's control."

Tang Ji asked curiously, "Who is this Miss Wen? She seems to be of higher status than you."

Xiao Lan's face showed dissatisfaction, and she said, "Of course, she is our leader's disciple, while we are just servants under the hall master. How can they be the same?"

Tang Ji then understood why these women respected Miss Wen so much; it turned out she had a relationship with the leader. Tang Ji asked again, "Neither of you are virgins, so why is Miss Wen still one? Is it because she's particularly virtuous?"

Xiao Lan smiled, punched Tang Ji twice on the shoulder, and scolded, "You heartless bastard, you're indirectly calling me virtuous!"

Tang Ji quickly smiled apologetically, "No way, I was just asking."

Xiao Lan paused, then said, "To tell you the truth, this Miss Wen used to have a lover who died in a fight with martial arts practitioners. Since then, she's rarely smiled and can't stop thinking about her man." Tang Ji sighed

, "So she's that unfortunate."

Xiao Lan continued, "But that's not the most important reason. Even though she doesn't say it, I can guess."

Tang Ji asked, "Is there something else unexpected?"

He became interested in Miss Wen.

Xiao Lan looked at him intently and said, "I'm telling you, but you can't tell anyone else. If you leak it out, I'll kill you."

As she said this, a murderous look appeared on Xiao Lan's face, as if she really wanted to kill someone.

Tang Ji quickly assured her, "No, I'm very tight-lipped. If I told anyone, I'd be in deep trouble."

Xiao Lan lowered her voice and said, "It's like this, our leader wants her to be his concubine. She doesn't say anything, but she's unwilling."

Tang Ji deliberately asked, "What's wrong with marrying the leader? You'd have everything you could ever want."

Xiao Lan snorted, "You're definitely not telling the truth. Let me tell you, if it were me, I wouldn't want to either."

Tang Ji asked, "Is there something wrong with your leader?"

Xiao Lan whispered, "I won't mention anything else, just his age. Our leader is over sixty, while Miss Wen is only twenty. He could be her grandfather."

Tang Ji nodded, "No wonder she's unhappy. Your leader is really delusional. What kind of master marries his disciple? Wouldn't that create chaos?" Xiao Lan said

seriously, "In our Tongtian Sect, the leader is the emperor. His words are imperial edicts. No one dares to..." defiant. Miss Wen has to marry the leader, which will take three or four years.

Tang Ji smiled and said: "This is strange. If you want to marry, just marry. If you don't want to marry, forget it. Why should this matter be shelved for three or four years?"

Xiaolan replied: "You don't know something. The leader has not been in the church for the past few years, which is why this matter has been delayed for so long."

Tang Ji asked: "Where has he gone?"

Xiaolan waved her hands and said, "Don't ask about this, it won't do you any good."

Tang Ji knew what was going on and didn't ask about the whereabouts of the leader. He just sighed with envy: "Your leader is really blessed. At that age, he can still be a groom to Miss Wen." "

Little Lang giggled and said: "More than being a groom to Miss Wen, the virgins we have there are all the main ones. Otherwise, why would no one dare to touch them?

Tang Ji clicked his tongue when he heard it, and said: "Awesome, amazing."

But he couldn't help cursing in his heart: "Old cows eat young grass, what a pity for these beauties like flowers and jade." Pearls cast in secret, flowers planted with cow dung, what an old bastard, damn it. "

Xiao Lan lay sprawled in his arms, feeling the man's breath. She recalled the sensation of that thick, hard thing writhing inside her, a feeling she would never forget. She'd been with quite a few men, but none had ever given her such pleasure.

Seeing Tang Ji remain silent for a while, she asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Tang Ji smiled bitterly, "I'm wondering if I'll come back alive."

Xiao Lan comforted him, "Of course you will! As long as you hand over what the sect leader wants, everything will be fine. With your abilities, the sect leader will definitely fall in love with you."

Tang Ji asked, "Who is your sect leader? What is she like?"

Xiao Lan answered frankly, "Our sect leader is the sect leader's biological daughter. She's extremely beautiful; any man who sees her would be captivated."

Tang Ji asked, "How does she compare to you?"

Xiao Lan shook her head repeatedly, "How can a common beauty like me compare to the sect leader? If it were Miss Wen, the two would be evenly matched."

Tang Ji immediately sketched the image of that sect leader in his mind. Miss Wen was beautiful as a flower, so the sect leader naturally wouldn't be far behind. Seeing a beautiful woman is naturally a happy thing, but perhaps also a terrifying one.

Xiao Lan continued, "Her character is a bit like the leader, they're both..."

Tang Ji asked, "Why did you stop talking?"

Xiao Lan shook her head and said, "Although the coachman is my confidant, I still dare not speak of our leader."

Tang Ji was secretly puzzled, thinking, "You've talked about the leader for so long, why are you hesitant about the leader? Is your group more powerful than your leader? That seems impossible. "

Tang Ji changed the subject and asked, "Where exactly are you taking me? How long will it take?"

Xiao Lan looked mysterious and said, "It's incredibly beautiful there, like a paradise on earth. I guarantee you'll love it so much you won't want to come back. It won't be long, at most the day after tomorrow."

Tang Ji asked, "What's the name of that place?"

Xiao Lan replied, "Gathering Immortals Valley."

What a beautiful name "Gathering Immortals Valley"! Just imagining it, there must be many fairies there. If he couldn't come back, dying in a place full of fairies would be a wonderful thing. Tang Ji thought foolishly like this, but deep down he still wanted to come out alive.

Around noon the day after tomorrow, the vehicles entered the mountains. They wound their way into a large valley. The valley was vast, seemingly endless, as if the sky itself was enveloped by the mountains.

The group eventually arrived at a large lawn. On a gentle slope stood a grand mansion with many houses, not particularly ornate, but all exquisitely designed, suggesting the architect was no ordinary person.

Two vermilion gates slowly opened, and a group of burly men emerged, their demeanor extremely respectful. Miss Wen merely nodded to them before directing the convoy through the gate. It was a very large courtyard, with flowerbeds placed appropriately, their flowers blooming vibrantly.

Several large carriages circled around to the back courtyard through a side gate. Except for Tang Ji, they entered through another gate, which was black, sending a chill down one's spine. After Miss Wen and the others passed through, Tang Ji, accompanied by Xiao Lan and several other women, entered a main room. The room was grand and beautifully constructed, its interior furnished with high-class furnishings. Xiao Lan whispered to Tang Ji, "This is where we entertain distinguished guests. What do you think of it?"

Tang Ji looked around and said, "Not bad, not bad at all. It makes me feel like I'm in a palace."

Of course, that was an exaggeration, but it was much prettier than Crouching Tiger Manor.

Tang Ji and Xiao Lan went inside and sat down to chat for a while. Xiao Lan stood up and said, "You must be tired after traveling for several days. You should rest first. I have to go see the Hall Master."

Tang Ji thought about how she had been with him these past few days and had given him such a good time, and he was really reluctant to let her leave.

He couldn't help but take her hand and ask, "When will you come again?"

Xiao Lan smiled and said, "Maybe I'll see you soon. The Hall Master will see you soon. But don't say anything carelessly when you see the Hall Master. Just give her whatever she wants."

Tang Ji readily agreed, thinking to himself, "Does she expect me to give her my life?" Just as

Xiao Lan was about to leave, Tang Ji thought of something and quickly called her back. Xiao Lan turned around and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Tang Ji looked puzzled and asked, "I'm staying here, so where did all the people I caught go?

What's inside that big black door?" Xiao Lan looked at him and said, "You're the luckiest one, getting to stay in a VIP room. They weren't so lucky; they ended up in jail."

Tang Ji was startled and said, "That's a prison!"

Xiao Lan smiled at him and drifted away. Tang Ji sat in the room, opened the window, and could see the red walls and houses outside. He could see men walking around nearby. Tang Ji looked for a long time but couldn't see a single man. He thought to himself, "This is really strange. Is this a land of men? Where have all the women gone?"

Tang Ji was a little hungry and ordered something to eat. To his surprise, the person who brought the food was also a man. He couldn't help but ask the man, "Excuse me, brother, why are there so many men here? Aren't there any women?"

The man was about his age. He smiled and said, "The back courtyard is where the men live. The women live in the front courtyard."

Tang Ji then understood what was going on.

Tang Ji felt truly exhausted and lay down for a nap. He hadn't had a moment of peace since escaping Wohu Village, and now he could finally sleep soundly. However, the thought of Qiu Yu still caused a pang of heartache. He was determined to save her; he couldn't bear to see her marry someone else.

Tang Ji slept until dusk, woken by the person bringing him food. As he sat down to eat, Xiao Lan arrived, beaming, skipping in like a little girl.

Seeing no one else in the room, Tang Ji pulled her into his arms and began to grope her body, until her breasts swelled. Xiao Lan gasped, pleading, "My dear, don't tease me! Not now, we have important business to attend to later."

Tang Ji's hand lightly pressed against her crotch, a wicked grin on his face as he asked, "What important business? Not to have some fun with me, is it?"

Though he said this, he remained perfectly calm inside.

Xiao Lan pushed his hand away and said, "It's the leader who wants to see you. We'll go after you finish eating."

Tang Ji's heart skipped a beat, and he felt a little nervous. Needless to say, they wanted the sword manual again. If he didn't give it to them, he would be in mortal danger. If he gave them the sword manual, he might die even faster and be killed to silence him. This was a real dilemma. What should he do?

Seeing the slight change in his expression, Xiao Lan smiled at him and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here for you. Would I let you suffer? If you have that thing, give it to her. If you don't, just say you don't have it. Don't lie to her."

Tang Ji looked at Xiao Lan gratefully and said, "You're so good to me, like a wife to her husband."

Xiao Lan sighed, "You do look somewhat like my last man."

Tang Ji asked, "Where is he now?"

Xiao Lan said with tears in her eyes, "He's dead. He died at the same time as Miss Wen's lover, both killed by these righteous heroes. I won't let these hypocrites get away with this."

As she spoke, she stared at the direction of the large black gate, gritting her teeth, her thoughts unknown.

Tang Ji felt a surge of pity and hugged her waist, whispering in her ear, "Don't be sad, I'm here for you, I'll take care of you."

Xiao Lan glanced at him and said, "You must think I'm very promiscuous. I've had four men in total, all of them my lovers. They were unlucky, they didn't even live to see the day we were to be married, they were all killed by the righteous people."

Tang Ji explained, "Don't think like that. I didn't mean to look down on you. I believe you'll be a good wife if you get married."

Xiao Lan sighed, "I loved all those men. I gave my heart to each of them. I always wanted to grow old with them, but fate played a cruel trick on me. One died, and when I looked for another, I could never be a bride. I never had any contact with other men while I was with any of them. I believe I treated them

right." Tang Ji gently comforted her, "I believe you."

Xiao Lan smiled, brought her red lips to his, and stuck out her tongue. Tang Ji kissed her, and they smacked their tongues, making a lot of noise. Tang Ji then became restless again, his hands taking advantage of her sensitive areas. If he didn't have something to do later, Tang Ji really wanted to pull out his weapon and fuck her until she was completely over—that would be truly satisfying.

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