[Wuxia] The Emperor of Evil Desire (Complete) - 12

Chapters 70-73 Mom Wants Me to Carry Her

Song Meilin's long, silk-stockinged legs were wrapped around Qin Yu's waist. She felt his tingling hands become restless again, sometimes touching her thighs, sometimes kneading her buttocks, and a blush rose to her face. Helplessly, she lay on Qin Yu's back, her nipples pressed against his strong back, feeling a tingling, numb sensation from the kneading. Soon, they became erect, and her parted legs emitted a hot, moist scent that sprayed onto his back.

What's wrong with me? Song Meilin's heart was filled with a mixture of pleasure and confusion. As a virtuous wife and loving mother, she had never experienced this feeling before. She wanted to stop him, but when she turned her head and saw the glistening beads of sweat on Qin Yu's face, her heart trembled. She couldn't bear to say anything, so she rested her smooth chin on his shoulder, pretending not to notice: "Xiao Yu, are you tired? Put me down!"

How could carrying such a beautiful mature woman be tiring? Qin Yu chuckled, "Not tired at all, I'll carry you a little longer."

Song Meilin blushed, shifting her bottom uncomfortably as she wrapped her thighs around Qin Yu's waist, instinctively tightening her grip. "Let's hurry up," she said, "your mom's still up ahead."

Qin Yu quickly withdrew his fingers, his heart pounding. He hadn't expected Aunt Meilin to be so sensitive to his bottom; she knew just by touching it. He gave an embarrassed smile, "Watch me, let's go!"

With that, he took large strides and quickly carried Song Meilin uphill.

Wei Xiaoyue and Li Jiajia, sitting on a rock, panting, watched Qin Yu rushing towards them and said affectionately, "Why don't you get down and rest for a bit!

Carrying such a big person and running so fast, isn't that killing you?"

After Song Meilin got off Qin Yu's back, Wei Xiaoyue gently wiped the sweat from his face, saying coquettishly, "You're carrying Aunt Meilin so hard, but you never carry Mom for a moment."

Qin Yu grabbed his mother's smooth, white hand and laughed, "Mom, I'll carry you later."

Song Meilin looked at Wei Xiaoyue shyly and said, "Xiaoyue, Xiaoyu is so strong, I can save a lot of walking."

"This naughty boy is showing off!"

Wei Xiaoyue rolled her eyes at Qin Yu. No one knows a son better than his mother; this kid probably got away with it again. She said, "Carry Mom later."

"Ah—"

Qin Yu was overjoyed, but his face showed some bitterness. He said, "Mom, do you really think I'm a donkey? Can't I not carry you?"

Wei Xiaoyue's hand trembled. Hearing her son's refusal, it felt like a wound was torn open in her heart. She said indignantly, "Then why were you so happy carrying Aunt Meilin?"

"No way,"

Qin Yu said, feeling guilty. He took his mother's hand and said, "Then I'll rest for a while."

With his cultivation at the third level of the Dragon Emperor's Technique, he wasn't tired at all. He just liked seeing his mother jealous.

"Mom, let's go first!"

Li Jiajia stood aside, listening to the others chatting and laughing. She noticed that Qin Yu hadn't even glanced at her, and feeling a little resentful and self-pitying, she suddenly spoke up.

Qin Yu looked at the sulking Li Jiajia and smiled slightly: "Jiajia, let's go together in a bit!"

Li Jiajia felt a pang of sadness and looked at Qin Yu gently, saying, "You rest here for a while, we'll wait for you up ahead."

Song Meilin, worried that her daughter would get too attached to Qin Yu, immediately agreed, "Thank you, Xiaoyu. You run fast, we'll go first, you sit for a while."

After Song Meilin and Li Jiajia had gone some distance, Wei Xiaoyue reached out and grabbed Qin Yu's ear, saying angrily, "You little rascal, did you bully Jiajia?"

"No way!"

Qin Yu covered his ears, looking at his stunningly beautiful mother, and said, "I've only known her for less than a day, and we've been in your sight the whole time, how could I bully her?"

As he spoke, he even stared at himself in disbelief. If he hadn't taken in Sister Wang Xin, he probably would have already slept with her.

Wei Xiaoyue looked at her son with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, pulling out a tissue to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "You," she said, "I know all too well what you're capable of. You already got your hands on that girl Wang Xin last night, didn't you?"

"Uh,"

Qin Yu chuckled sheepishly, somewhat embarrassed. "Mom, it's not my fault..."

"Pah! Beauty is willing, I don't care about anything else!"

With that, Wei Xiaoyue tapped Qin Yu's forehead with her delicate finger.

Qin Yu quickly reached out and grasped his mother's hand, saying, "Mom, I was almost drained dry by those two last night!"

Wei Xiaoyue blushed, scolding, "Why are you telling me all this? You're the one who provoked those vixens."

Her tone was filled with undisguised annoyance, her beautiful face flushed crimson.

Sunlight dappled across her mother's fair skin, making it shimmer with a crystalline glow. A mountain breeze swept in from either side of the stone steps, ruffling her long, black hair and brushing against her rosy, exquisite face. Qin Yu was mesmerized, a hint of infatuation flashing in his deep eyes. He reached out and stroked his mother's cheek, saying, "Mom, you're not a fox, you're a fairy."

Noticing the deep, ocean-like affection in her son's eyes, Wei Xiaoyue's heart also trembled, almost losing herself in them. She also understood why those young girls couldn't resist her son's sweet words and gentleness. Composing herself, she pressed her cheek against her son's hand and playfully scolded, "What fairy? In your eyes, Mom is already old. Otherwise, why would you carry Aunt Meilin so fast, but complain about being tired carrying this old woman like me?"

"How could that be? I'm overjoyed that Mom wants me to carry her! It's just that you wouldn't let me at first, and I was afraid I'd startle her!"

Qin Yu gently stroked his mother's smooth cheek twice, even touching her lips, before reluctantly letting go. He turned around and said with a grin, "Get on, I'm going to ride!"

Enjoying the caress of her son's hand, Wei Xiaoyue was used to it. Over the years, she had grown somewhat fond of this warm feeling. She took her son's hand, gave him a reproachful look, and stroked his handsome face as well, saying... "You're not a horse, why are you riding me? It's like your mother is abusing you."

Qin Yu chuckled mischievously. "I'm not a horse, but I'd be willing to be 'ridden' by my mother for the rest of my life."

Even though Wei Xiaoyue was incredibly clever, she didn't understand the meaning behind her son's words. However, seeing his mischievous smile, she knew it wasn't a compliment. She pinched his nose with her delicate hand that was stroking his cheek and pouted her sexy lips. "You're my precious son, I wouldn't bear to ride you. But you've gone too far these past few days, so I'm going to punish you by carrying me all the way to the Immortal Terrace."

"Yes, madam, please get in the sedan chair!"

Qin Yu said in a high-pitched, strange voice.

Seeing her son bend over, sticking his bottom out, and standing in front of her, Wei Xiaoyue chuckled, covered her mouth, and couldn't help but gently slap his bottom, just like she did when he was a child, scolding him, "Always being naughty."

Her soft body slowly leaned onto her son's back, her delicate hands wrapped around his neck.

Qin Yu exclaimed "Oh yeah!" and laughed loudly, "Like Pigsy carrying his wife..."

With that, he tightly embraced his mother's fair, slender legs, hoisting her entire fragrant, delicate body onto his back and striding forward. His hands trembled slightly; he longed to reach up and touch his mother's round, firm buttocks, but feeling her extraordinary beauty, he dared not defile her.

Wei Xiaoyue happily nestled on Qin Yu's back, resting her cheek on his shoulder, her pretty face pressed against his burning cheek, gently rubbing against it, and said, "Son, slow down. When you were little, Mom carried you like this. Today, I'll let you experience it too."

"Mom, can this be compared? I was so small when I was little, and you're so big now."

Qin Yu grinned mischievously, his hands greedily caressing his mother's smooth, rounded thighs. His back pressed against her high, firm breasts, feeling their size. Wei Xiaoyue let out a soft "humph," her beautiful face beaming with happiness: "Mommy wants you to carry me. If you're so capable, make Mommy smaller too!"

How could she shrink! With my caresses, she'd only get bigger, Qin Yu thought lewdly, laughing, "Let's go—"

He leaped up two steps at a time, running forward with all his might.

Wei Xiaoyue, clinging to Qin Yu's back, swayed with the rise and fall of the stone steps, her full, snowy breasts rubbing against his back through her thin clothes. Qin Yu had achieved his goal, enjoying his mother's special "breast push," and he sped off for hundreds of meters without even realizing it. Still relying on his hands? How could that possibly be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, with soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions closely resemble female anatomy, providing a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

"Son, slow down!"

"Mom, it's okay, I'm a thoroughbred, you can 'ride' me a thousand miles and I won't get tired!"

Having just emerged from a small valley and crossed a pavilion, Qin Yu saw Song Meilin and Li Jiajia, mother and daughter, in the distance. He intentionally slowed his pace, enjoying the time with his mother. Suddenly, a few glistening water droplets clung to his face, seeping down his cheeks and

into the corners of his mouth, tasting slightly salty. Startled, Qin Yu quickly looked back. His mother was looking at him tenderly, her deep affection seemingly melting him. Her eyes, like pools of water, were misty, with glistening tears, like pear blossoms floating on her cheeks, occasionally dripping down. The sight broke Qin Yu's heart.

Qin Yu quickly squatted down, put his mother down from his back, and reached out to wipe away the tears on her face. He asked with some heartache, "Mom, why are you crying?"

"I'm fine,"

Wei Xiaoyue said shyly, covering her burning cheeks and turning her head away. "Are you still carrying me? Why did you put me down?"

"Mom, something must be wrong!"

Qin Yu pinched his mother's smooth cheek and said, "You're crying for no reason. Can you tell me?"

"You're the one crying!"

Wei Xiaoyue teased, turning back to look boldly at Qin Yu, her eyes filled with tender love. "Mom's happy because you're sweating so much carrying me."

Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat. He bravely pulled his stunningly beautiful mother into his arms, his hands gripping her slender waist, his body pressed tightly against hers. "Mom," he said, "if you're happy, I'd carry you every day."

Wei Xiaoyue reached out her left hand to stroke Qin Yu's cheek, gazing at him intently, a hint of sadness in her voice. "With so many beautiful women around you, I'm afraid you'll forget your mother in the future."

As she spoke, a flicker of fear and confusion flashed in her bright eyes, her right hand tightly gripping his arm.

Qin Yu suddenly understood why his mother had cried. He felt a mixture of amusement and deep emotion. His mother loved him to the core; how could he let her be sad? Qin Yu pulled his soft, boneless mother into his arms, pressing her high breasts against his chest muscles. His strong arms tightened around her back and waist, and he inhaled the fragrance of her delicate body. He whispered tenderly in her earlobe, "Mom, your son will always be your little darling."

"Aren't you ashamed? You're still my darling even now..."

Wei Xiaoyue lowered her head shyly.

"That gentle lowering of your head, like a water lily shyly bowing to the cool breeze..."

Qin Yu murmured, reaching out to lift his mother's smooth, white chin, and said lovingly, "Mom, you will always be my darling."

Wei Xiaoyue's heart pounded. She couldn't bear her son's burning gaze. Her eyelids drooped, and she said coquettishly, "I'm not one of your girlfriends. Say those things to your girlfriends."

"Mom, let me kiss you!"

Qin Yu looked at his mother's stunningly beautiful face, his voice trembling slightly.

A blush crept onto Wei Xiaoyue's face. Her lips parted slightly, exhaling a sweet breath as she looked tenderly at Qin Yu. "You're kissing your mother? I'm overjoyed! How could I refuse you?"

Qin Yu smiled mischievously. "Then close your eyes!"

"Close your eyes for what?"

Wei Xiaoyue's heart skipped a beat, realizing her son's wicked intentions. She said, "You're only allowed to kiss my cheek or forehead, not anywhere else!"

As she spoke, she closed her pink eyes slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering. Her beautiful face, like a peach blossom, was flushed, exceptionally radiant, a pure beauty tinged with a hint of allure.

Qin Yu held his breath, his palm gently rubbing his mother's smooth, fair cheek, his heart pounding with excitement. He slowly brought his lips closer, his nose touching his mother's, and then inhaled deeply, the "whoosh" of his breath filling the air with the fragrance of her tender skin. His fingers pressed against her soft, pink lips.

Wei Xiaoyue felt her son's firm nose rubbing against her cheek, his sniffing intensely. Her face flushed with embarrassment, her soft, pink lips moving rapidly, exhaling fragrant breath. Her eyelashes trembled, and she prepared to open her eyes and scold him.

Qin Yu exhaled a hot breath, landing on Wei Xiaoyue's stunningly beautiful cheek, and said teasingly, "Mom, don't open your eyes."

Wei Xiaoyue softly hummed in agreement, nervously wrapping her arms around her son's strong waist, seemingly enjoying the intimate moment, awaiting his kiss.

Qin Yu's lips trembled as he stared at his mother's two sexy pink lips. Finally, he couldn't resist and gently kissed her. The touch of their lips carried a sweet, ambiguous scent.

Wei Xiaoyue opened her eyes in alarm, her cheeks flushed as she looked at the handsome face so close to hers. She quickly moved her lips away, feeling more shy than she had in the past year. She said shyly, "You little rascal, where are you kissing me?"

"Mom!"

Qin Yu called out passionately, looking at his stunningly beautiful mother as if he wanted to devour her. He said, "You promised to let me kiss you."

"I didn't ask you to kiss my lips..."

Wei Xiaoyue was about to say something when she noticed her son's predatory gaze. Her body and mind softened, and she leaned tightly against him, panting, "You've already kissed me, what more do you want?"

Holding his mother's soft, boneless body, feeling her tenderness, and hearing her voice like heavenly music, Qin Yu could no longer resist. His hot lips pressed heavily against her pink lips, his tongue eagerly darting out to lick her lips and forcefully pry open her pearly teeth. To her mother's astonishment, Qin Yu's tongue had already broken through her teeth, entwining with her slightly stiff little tongue, forcefully sucking the saliva from her mouth.

"Ugh..."

Wei Xiaoyue braced herself against Qin Yu's firm chest, her beautiful watery eyes filled with panic.

Burning with desire, Qin Yu abandoned all restraint, sucking his mother's little tongue into his mouth, entwining it tightly, his lips pressed tightly against her pink lips, rubbing up and down, his left and right hands grasping her two firm, plump buttocks, frantically kneading them. Under

her son's frenzied onslaught, Wei Xiaoyue felt both ashamed and angry, but dared not resist too much, her inner doting fearing to hurt him. Before long, she melted into his passion. Panting, she was forced to respond, her tongue intertwined with her son's, her buttocks rubbing hot, and her flower lips seeping a large amount of nectar from the folds of her jeans.

The intense passion made them lose track of time. After what seemed like an eternity, Qin Yu, still savoring the salty taste on his lips, finally released his mother's slightly swollen, soft lips. His eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was a little hoarse as he said, "Mom, I love you..."

His hands were still gripping her full buttocks tightly, and his erect penis pressed against her thighs, hard and thick, as if trying to penetrate her body.

Tears glistened on Wei Xiaoyue's face as she turned her head away, her beautiful face pale.

"I wish you weren't my mother..."

Qin Yu thrust his lower body forcefully between Wei Xiaoyue's legs, gripping her tightly with both hands. Tears streamed down his blurred vision as he uttered these words, a hollow feeling washing over him.

Wei Xiaoyue, startled by the attack, turned back, her eyes brimming with tears, filled with sorrow and despair. She shook her head: "You're my son! How could you have such thoughts?"

"Mom, I just love you. Do you know how much I dream of being with you!"

Qin Yu said firmly, raising his hand to gently wipe away the tears from Wei Xiaoyue's face.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have seduced you!"

Wei Xiaoyue's expression was full of pain, but when she looked up at her son, her eyes filled with love as she gently wiped away the tears from his eyes. "I'll still be your mother, and I'll treat you the same as before, okay?"

Who says men don't cry? It's just that they haven't reached the point of heartbreak. But this illicit love was unacceptable to the world. Even though she also harbored feelings for her son, she dared not easily take that step.

Qin Yu sighed, knowing his mother had refused. This outcome was somewhat unexpected. He gently kissed his mother's forehead.

Wei Xiaoyue obediently closed her eyes, enjoying her son's affection, but quickly opened them, looking at him coquettishly, and said, "After the kiss, aren't you going to put your hand down?"

Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes filled with tenderness and bitterness.

Looking at his stunningly beautiful mother, Qin Yu suppressed the pain in his heart, turned around, and said, "Mom, I'll carry you!"

Wei Xiaoyue was about to refuse, but seeing her son's desolate back, she sighed and gently leaned down.

Qin Yu wrapped his arms around her full, round buttocks, lifted her onto his back, and carried her on his back. Pretending nothing was wrong, he laughed and said, "Mom, let's go! Let's catch up with Aunt Meilin and Sister Jiajia."

"Okay!"

Wei Xiaoyue nodded. Her buttocks were tightly held by her son, as if two hot irons were stuck to them. She felt slightly shy and dared not talk about such ambiguous topics anymore. She selectively ignored it and said, "Let's hurry up!"

Chapter 74 Master Lust

"Oh dear, I'm exhausted!"

Song Meilin and Li Jiajia leaned wearily against a large, green rock about ten feet long, looking at the mountain gate in front of them with delighted smiles.

Qin Yu lifted his mother, Wei Xiaoyue, off his back, looked at her tenderly, and said, "Mom, let's go inside!"

Wei Xiaoyue's long, slender legs trembled slightly, and her thighs were still a little feverish under her son's caresses. She glanced at him shyly and said reproachfully, "We're going to Qingxin Nunnery to pray for blessings. You can wander around the other temples!"

"Mom, I want to go with you too!"

Qin Yu said shyly with a "hehe" laugh.

"What are you going there for?"

Song Meilin chuckled, wiping the sweat from her face. "It's all female worshippers there, I think men aren't allowed in!"

"Really?"

Qin Yu looked at Song Meilin, her chest soaked with sweat, her clothes clinging to her skin, revealing a deep cleavage. Her fair breasts seemed to exude a captivating milky fragrance, making him swallow hard. He quickly turned his head away, not daring to look any longer, and said, "I remember going in there when I was little, there's nothing shameful about it!"

Song Meilin didn't notice the burning desire in Qin Yu's eyes, and smiled slightly: "That's because you were still young, so they let you in. Now, no boys over six years old are allowed in."

"Then what are you going there for?"

Qin Yu asked疑惑地.

Wei Xiaoyue reached out her jade-like hand and wiped the sweat from Qin Yu's face, scolding, "Qingxin Nunnery is all women, what are you going there for? There's an open-air hot spring there, only open to women."

Qin Yu's heart pounded when he heard about the open-air hot spring.

Wei Xiaoyue tapped his forehead with her finger and said, "This hot spring was recently built. We came up here to investigate the project; someone is lending money to invest."

Qin Yu lightly grabbed his mother's hand and rubbed it, saying, "I want to..."

"Giggle—"

Song Meilin giggled and said, "If you want to go somewhere else to play by yourself, then go!"

Wei Xiaoyue looked at Qin Yu affectionately and said, "We'll go to the temple to buy something to eat. You can go to the Dragon King Temple and buy some noodles."

Qin Yu watched his mother and her group walk towards another bamboo path, looking somewhat lost at the mountain gate in front of him. Although his home was at the foot of the Immortal Terrace, he rarely came here anymore. In his mind, it was seven years ago that he had been here.

At the top of the mountain, a gentle breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness. Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, took off his shirt, and went shirtless. Sunlight filtering through the treetops fell on the blue stone gate, where the large carved characters were almost completely eroded away. One could vaguely make out a couplet: "A gaze overlooking the vast world, a heart soaring high above the first peak." Qin Yu slowly recited, "A gaze overlooking thousands of women, a heart soaring high above the first peak. Still can't compare to what I wrote!"

With that, he stood beneath the gate, facing the bottomless cliff, pulled down his pants, and pulled out his throbbing, hard penis. He blew on it, and with a hissing sound, fluid swirled.

"A waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way were falling from the ninth heaven! Om Amitabha! Young benefactor, how domineering!"

A deep, aged voice came from behind the gate. A white-bearded old monk stared passionately at Qin Yu's large penis, his tattered, yellowed robe fluttering in the wind, his hands clasped together.

The sudden sound startled Qin Yu, who shuddered. He noticed the old monk's burning gaze, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He quickly gripped his penis, shook it, and put it back in his pants, even pulling up his t-shirt. He said with displeasure, "So it's you! Old man, when did you get here?"

The old monk chuckled, revealing his blackened teeth, and stroked his white beard, looking like a wise and benevolent sage. He said, "I knew you were coming, young brother. I waited here. Was that your mother just now?"

Qin Yu frowned, looking at the old monk with suspicion. "Were you here just now?"

Although his cultivation of the *Dragon Emperor's Technique* wasn't profound, he could sense everything within a ten-meter radius. How could the old monk, a living person, escape his sight?

The old monk seemed to know what Qin Yu was thinking. He shook his head and smiled, "Benefactor, your presence here is all predestined. Don't be attached to appearances!"

Qin Yu looked at the old man who was beating around the bush with annoyance and said disdainfully, "Old man, you're quite the convincing charlatan. What's your name?"

"My Dharma name is Jie Se, and I'm known as Master Se Bu De Master!"

The old monk solemnly rubbed the thumb-sized prayer beads around his neck.

"Oh, so it's Master Jiese!"

Qin Yu chuckled and asked, "What do you want with me?"

Master Jiese gave Qin Yu a meaningful look, suppressing the burning desire in his heart, and said calmly, "Benefactor, you have an affinity with Buddhism; you are destined for great fortune!"

Qin Yu looked at the old monk like an idiot and said, "You want me to become a monk? Then all the nuns will suffer!"

Master Jiese smiled sheepishly, stroking his beard, and said, "Of course not. Do you remember what I told you, young brother? Coming to the Immortal Platform will bring you benefits."

"What benefits?"

Qin Yu was slightly wary, but looking at the old man with little internal strength, he suppressed his unease and became somewhat interested.

"Benefactor, come with me!"

Master Abstinence walked briskly, turning and heading towards another secluded path inside the mountain gate.

Qin Yu's heart pounded. Anyone would feel uneasy being watched by a charlatan-like old man, but relying on his superior skills and daring, he cautiously followed.

Chapters 75-76: Sect Inheritance, The Heavenly Dragon Manual .

Following the old monk's steps, Qin Yu realized that the two had entered the area of the "One Line Sky." The cliffs on both sides of the mountain path were relatively steep, with a large rock spanning across the top, teetering on the verge of collapse, as if it might fall at any moment. Qin

Yu and the old monk walked along the winding mountain path under the boulder, both unable to help but feel terrified. However, it had been firmly embedded in the mountain crevice for thousands of years, like Mount Tai. The boulder, facing upwards, had always been bathed in the essence of sunlight and rain, and had never fallen. Two beams of light shone down from the gap between the two ends of the boulder. Looking along the beams of light, two very narrow slits of blue sky could be seen. The "One Line Sky" was indeed a great spectacle of the Immortal Terrace.

Standing atop "One Line Sky," one can see everything in sight. The reservoir below shimmers like a mirror in the sunlight. Trees resemble grass, houses look like birdcages, and even the wide road stretches like a silver ribbon. At the summit, the wind and clouds rise below, and looking down into the mountains, the howling wind and thick fog create a chaotic world, like being in a fairyland. One can see the spectacular sea of clouds, the rising sun, the golden ribbon of the Yellow River, and the sunset glow.

"Master of Abstinence, this place is so cool!"

Qin Yu, used to a life of debauchery, has been consumed by lustful thoughts lately. After being cleansed by this natural beauty, his heart opens up, and he seems to have experienced a kind of enlightenment, though he can't quite explain it.

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "Young benefactor, please follow me."

Qin Yu looked at the old monk curiously, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Old man, what do you want with me?"

Master Jie Se revealed a bitter smile on his face, and a hint of kindness flashed in his eyes as he looked at Qin Yu. He said, "Young benefactor, have you practiced the 'Dragon Emperor's Technique'?"

Qin Yu was startled, his heart pounding. He looked at the old monk warily and asked, "How did you know?"

Practicing martial arts was the biggest secret of the Di family. Although he didn't take it seriously, he had never revealed it.

"Speaking of which, the martial arts you practice are one of the classics of my sect's martial arts."

Master Jie Se smiled slightly.

Qin Yu's eyes widened as he stared at the old monk: "Are you kidding me? This martial art has been passed down in my family for hundreds of years, and you think your sect doesn't want it?"

"Not at all!"

The old monk quickly waved his hand, saying, "Even in our sect, the 'Dragon Emperor Technique' is a top-tier martial art. It encompasses six moves. Although it's not a professional fighting style, it cultivates spirit and energy, and even has dual cultivation effects."

Qin Yu shuddered, looking at the white-bearded, ragged old monk, no longer daring to underestimate him: "Who are you?"

"Come with me!"

Master Jie Se smiled, clasped his hands together, bowed to Qin Yu, and descended the stone steps towards a cave about two meters wide.

Inside the cave, it was dark and damp, with drops of water occasionally falling from the ceiling, splashing on the ground with a dripping sound. The cave wasn't large, only about five square meters. The ground was uneven and puddled with water. Through the dim light, several poisonous insects could be vaguely seen crawling and scurrying into the lush green moss.

Smelling the damp, rotten odor of the cave, Qin Yu frowned, somewhat disgusted, and said, "This wretched place has nothing. What did you bring me here for?"

The old monk shook his head, smiled slightly, and walked to the corner of the wall near the entrance. Beside the damp puddle lay an inconspicuous, smooth stone, about the size of a fist, faintly glowing with a greenish luster and covered in moss. He gently stepped on the stone with his somewhat dirty, smelly foot, and with a creak, a heavy stone door slowly opened on the left side of the cave. A crystalline, silvery afterglow poured out from the crack, dazzling the narrow cavern.

Qin Yu shielded his eyes slightly with his hand, and after adjusting, looked at the stone door with surprise, exclaiming, "Treasure?"

"Hehe, it's something even more precious than treasure. Obtaining it will grant you eternal life and allow you to unify the martial world!"

Master Jiese smiled mysteriously and walked towards the stone door.

Qin Yu laughed, "Eternal life and unification of the martial world...does that mean I have to cut off my penis?"

Having read countless martial arts novels in his spare time, wasn't "Eternal life and unification of the martial world" exactly what Dongfang Bubai, Ren Woxing, said?

The old monk smiled slightly, "No need to cut off your penis, it will even make it more powerful!"

A meter-thick, blue marble door was sunk into the ground, revealing a jade cave of over thirty square meters. Five fist-sized, luminous pearls were inlaid at the top of the cave, their shimmering jade light like moonlight, permeating every corner of the cave with a chilling aura. Inside the small jade cave stood a colossal stone statue over five meters tall. The statue was incredibly lifelike, almost like a real person. It wore a veil, had a handsome face, piercing eyes, and a slightly condescending posture, a lazy smile playing on its lips. It waved a dark-colored mountain and river-themed fan, wore a brocade robe, and had a sharp, crimson sword hanging at its waist. The fan was clearly no ordinary object, adding to its elegant air, while the meter-long sword exuded a chilling, murderous aura. From this, it was clear that the statue depicted a sinister, alluring young master with a smile that betrayed a sinister intent.

Qin Yu gazed greedily at the luminous pearl on the cave ceiling, swallowed hard, and then looked at the stone statue. When he looked into the statue's eyes, he trembled, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it slightly difficult to breathe. He asked in a daze, "Who is this handsome man?"

Master Jiese respectfully walked to the stone statue, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times with great force. He put his hands together and said, "Greetings, Ancestral Master!"

"Eh, old monk, wasn't your Ancestral Master bald?"

Qin Yu asked, somewhat puzzled.

Master Jiese smiled slightly, his voice tinged with bitterness, "It's a long story, best left unsaid. I brought you here hoping you would become our Ancestral Master's disciple!"

"Old monk, wasn't your Ancestral Master... you know?"

Qin Yu pointed at the stone statue, looking at the old monk with some curiosity. Seeing the old monk's respect for the statue, he refrained from speaking.

Master Jiese shook his head and said, "You possess the Nine Yang Physique, far surpassing the Six Yang Physique of our ancestor. Strictly speaking, according to the sect's rules, even he wouldn't be qualified to accept you as a disciple. However, since the sect was founded by our ancestor, I hope you can still become his disciple."

"Nine Yang? Nonsense!"

Qin Yu said skeptically.

Master Jiese smiled and pulled out a dark jade box, thirty centimeters long and twenty centimeters wide, from a small compartment behind the statue. The box emitted a sandalwood fragrance and shimmered with a crystalline luster.

Qin Yu looked at the box expectantly and said, "Old monk, I didn't expect you to have so many treasures! You've struck it rich!"

"Hehe, young benefactor, you flatter me."

Master Jiese opened the box. Inside, neither gold nor bronze, lay a thick, yellow brocade book. The book was well-preserved, exuding a delicate fragrance, and appeared to have several hundred pages—a veritable brick among books.

Qin Yu looked at the brocade book, his heart pounding. Preserved in such a precious jade box, it was definitely no ordinary item. His breathing quickened, and he asked, "A martial arts manual?"

"Indeed."

Master Jie Se nodded, carefully taking out the yellow brocade book. His old hands trembled slightly as he swallowed hard. "Practicing our sect's martial arts will extend your lifespan by five hundred years, allow you to sleep with a hundred women in one night, and make you invincible throughout the world."

"Old man, how old are you?"

Qin Yu asked.

Master Jiese paused slightly, "This old man is eighty-two this year."

"Look at you, so old and frumpy, your sect's martial arts aren't anything special,"

Qin Yu said, eyeing Jinshu with envy. Despite this, his opinion of the old monk had changed considerably; this old monk was a treasure trove!

“Oh, Buddha! Back then, I could pee ten feet against the wind, but now I can only wet my shoes with the wind at my

back. You don’t understand my plight!” Master Jie Se sighed slightly and said, “It is precisely because of my physical limitations that I forcibly cultivated this extremely yang and extremely evil martial art, which has led to my current state. Cultivation requires talent and foundation. Everyone’s meridians are fixed. Forcibly incorporating vital energy into weak meridians will not end well. You will achieve something but achieve nothing. But young benefactor, you have yang meridians of heaven and earth. For some reason, you have also incorporated the nine yin energies. Your meridians are simply unprecedented and unparalleled!”

“Hehe, Master is joking!”

Qin Yu reached out to snatch the brocade book from the old monk’s hand, eagerly saying, “Let me see this cloth book!”

“You kowtow three times to the patriarch on the ground.”

Master Jie Se’s expression turned serious, and his voice became stern.

Qin Yu glanced at the old monk disdainfully and said, "Why should I kneel?"

Master Jie Se shook his head and said, "Our sect's martial arts are only passed down to our disciples. We don't care about personality; we only value talent. If you didn't have talent, I wouldn't bother taking you in!"

Qin Yu was confused by this old monk who was sometimes playful and sometimes serious. His eyes darted around, and he said, "If I become your disciple, will you become my junior and listen to me?"

"That's the theory."

Master Jie Se smiled slightly and said, "I can honor you as the sect leader, but if you want me to listen to you, you'll need to defeat me."

"Forget it. I can just beat you with my feet, but I'm too lazy to bully an old man."

Qin Yu looked at this frail old man and really had no interest in bullying him. As he spoke, his heart was pounding. What's wrong with kneeling? Everything here is mine! Haha, I've hit the jackpot! He knelt before the stone statue, bowed, and said perfunctorily, "Respected Ancestral Master, I acknowledge you as my master! You are dead, so pass on your martial arts to me! I want to seduce women, sleep with every woman in the world, and become a boss, so let me take all these treasures with me!"

He hadn't even knelt for a minute when he stood up, stretched out his hand towards the old man, and demanded the yellow brocade book.

The Abstinence Master smiled wryly, shook his head, and handed the thick brocade book to Qin Yu, saying, "Study in the Jade Cave for a day, and tomorrow you can go down the mountain with your mother!"

"Go, go!"

Qin Yu waved to the old monk, somewhat impatient; with the old monk present, he felt a little embarrassed to make a move.

The Abstinence Master clasped his hands together: "Om Mani Padme Hum, Grandmaster Uncle, take care!"

With that, he indeed walked out.

Seeing the cave entrance wide open and hearing the dripping water from outside, Qin Yu shouted, "Close the stone door!"

Master Jie Se paused, knowing this young man as he did, this wasn't his style. Without thinking, he respectfully stepped on the stone switch at the cave's base. With a creak, the stone door closed, leaving only a small crack to allow fresh air in.

After the old monk left, Qin Yu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the brocade book in his hand, a complex light flashing in his eyes. He breathed heavily and slowly opened the yellow cover. He didn't look at the luminous pearl on the cave ceiling, nor did he pay attention to the stone statues. His eyes were clear; he knew that what lay before him might be a tremendous opportunity, or it might be utter ruin.

The first page, "Heavenly Dragon." Two domineering and powerful characters leaped onto the page, as if a fierce imperial aura was rushing forth. Amidst the rumbling, his mind went blank, and the sound of a dragon's roar echoed.

Qin Yu forcibly suppressed this fierce aura, swallowed hard, and even a fine bead of sweat appeared on his forehead. If the old monk were here, he would be speechless with shock. Ordinary people reading this book would have no reaction, no feeling whatsoever. The stronger one's talent, the deeper one's perception, and the stronger one's feelings. The old monk himself only vaguely saw a stream of light in the brocade book, yet he still became an emperor in the southeast.

The second page begins with a reflection on his life, followed by a lengthy introduction of the brocade book, *Tianlong*. He recounts his past as a poor, uneducated scholar with extraordinary talent, who seduced his cousin's wife. Unforgivable by heaven and earth, he lost his cousin's wife and was devastated. He was rescued by a chivalrous woman from the martial world. After falling in love with her, he unexpectedly learned that she was the fiancée of the descendant of the Yellow Emperor. Looking back on his life, these were his two greatest regrets, both stemming from a lack of wealth, power, and martial arts skills. He sought out renowned masters, obtained what he desired, and created *Tianlong*. He believed that only by living freely and disregarding worldly principles could one achieve greatness. "Tianlong" encompasses a wide range of martial arts, including fist techniques, lightness skills, internal energy, sword techniques, finger techniques, leg techniques, formations, and even music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Each of these is a classic of its time, surpassing even the most renowned masters. The last twenty pages focus on developing strength and controlling subordinates. While not as comprehensive as the earlier sections, the six techniques are still top-tier martial arts of their time, requiring careful consideration from the player.

Fist Technique: "Peerless" - One punch, and the world trembles; unparalleled and unmatched, leaving countless shadows.

Lightness Skill: "Ethereal" - Floating on water, carefree and unrestrained, singing and dancing, a beauty of heaven and earth.

Internal Energy: "Dragon Emperor's Technique," "Emperor's Technique" - The Dragon Emperor controls women, the Emperor controls the heart.

Sword Technique: "Creation" - One sword, one world. Finger

Technique: "Fleeting Beauty" - In the blink of an eye, a hundred generations have passed, yet heaven and earth are not alone. Leg Technique: "

Thunderous Strike" - The momentum of treading the heavens, one foot settles the world.

Formations are ever-changing, requiring personal comprehension, with the principles of heaven and earth as the ultimate truth. "Tianlong" only records four heaven-defying formations: the Eight Trigrams Formation, the Nine Palaces Formation, the Ambush from Ten Sides, and the Twelve Capital Heaven Formation. Mastering one formation leads to mastery of all others. To achieve mastery of "Tianlong," one must possess a body of extreme Yang, with Nine Yang being the ultimate. With a Nine Yang body, ten years is sufficient, not a hundred. If one has a heaven-defying opportunity, encountering a Red Phoenix Fragrant Snake or a Jade Charming Spirit Fox, and cultivating with them, three years is also possible.

"Tianlong" transmits a hundred techniques, based on the "Dragon Emperor's Technique" and the "Emperor's Technique," allowing one to practice fist techniques, lightness skills, sword techniques, finger techniques, leg techniques, formations, and even music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—each reaching its pinnacle.

Upon reading the introduction, Qin Yu trembled uncontrollably, his hands trembling with excitement. He quickly closed the book, forcing himself to calm down, and only dared to turn to the next page after recovering.

Chapter 77: The Ten Famous Weapons of Women .

"Tianlong" divides internal energy into controlling women and controlling the heart. The *Dragon Emperor's Manual* is a dual cultivation method involving the practice of controlling women, refining one's spirit and energy, and feeding it back to oneself. It is divided into five levels: Qi Absorption and Body Refinement, Clarity of Mind, Little Dragon Walk, Free and Unfettered Roaming, and Dragon Soaring Across the World. Each level offers different levels of control over women, progressing step by step. Upon reaching the final stage, one can control

countless women at will without ejaculation. Those who practice dual cultivation also increase their power and maintain eternal youth. Qin Yu saw the description of the *Dragon Emperor's Manual* in *Tianlong*, which was similar to the booklet his grandfather, Qin Daming, had given him. The difference was that his version of the *Dragon Emperor's Manual* contained techniques, including lightness skills, movement techniques, and fist techniques; Little Dragon Walk was one such technique. The *Dragon Emperor's Manual* recorded in *Tianlong*, however, was almost entirely devoid of techniques, focusing solely on dual cultivation. It seemed the Qin family hadn't simply copied it but had innovated, using internal energy to perform martial arts. He took a deep breath. How many martial arts techniques were there in the world? Why had most declined and even become useless? The key lies in the fact that everyone's physique and meridians are different when entering the "forging" process. Only by creating one's own path can one maximize the use of martial arts skills. This is the fundamental reason why martial arts are difficult to learn and physiques are difficult to find.

He meticulously analyzed every sentence recorded in *Tianlong*. Cultivating martial arts requires utmost carelessness; there are too many examples of people going astray and falling into demonic possession! The *Dragon Emperor's Manual* dual cultivation method feeds back to the physical body, storing Yin and Yang energies in the dantian. When practicing the *Emperor's Manual*, these Yin and Yang energies merge, entering the body's blood vessels and complementing the Emperor's True Qi. When fully integrated, it can regenerate the penis, ensuring endless vitality. The *Dragon Emperor's Manual* is truly a heaven-defying dual cultivation method, but its success is difficult to achieve. If one has Dragon King Ginseng to replenish Yang energy and a Yin woman to replenish Yin energy, the results will be twice as effective. Dragon King Ginseng is one of the most precious spiritual fruits in nature, taking a thousand years to form and ten thousand years to mature, adding a dragon head every thousand years. The Nine Dragons Purple Yang Ginseng is a heaven-defying spiritual object. He heard that a Hundred Flowers Valley grows an eight-headed Dragon King Ginseng, but he didn't know if it was true. As for Yin women, they are rare and hard to find. Generally, Yin women are round and lustrous, possessing unparalleled beauty and a magnificent genitalia. While a Yin woman may not necessarily possess a magnificent genitalia, a woman with a magnificent genitalia is definitely a Yin woman.

There are ten types of famous vaginas. A woman possessing any one of these famous vaginas is enough to drive a man to ecstasy, a coveted treasure for men. They are: **"One Branch Stands Alone":** The width from the vulva to the vaginal opening remains constant, the same width inside and out. Therefore, it is very difficult to reach the clitoris. Men of average penis size usually cannot achieve their goal and leave disappointed. However, if the penis is thin and long, they can cooperate to reach the clitoris. Because it is straight and deep like a bamboo tube, it is commonly called "Bamboo Tube." The best of these has an additional obstacle inside, resembling bamboo joints. **"Swallow's Breast":** The vulva is narrow, and the vaginal opening is also narrow and tight. At the beginning of intercourse, the muscles around the vaginal opening will suddenly wrinkle and vibrate frequently, like a bird flapping its wings, about to take flight. The partner is easily stimulated to ejaculate. **"Three Pearls of Spring Water":** The "three pearls" are hidden in the clitoris. When the woman is aroused, the accelerated blood flow will make them protrude. When excited, the peristalsis of the muscles will cause the "three pearls" to stimulate the man's glans penis. Furthermore, women possessing this special organ have a tight jade gate, making it difficult for "spring water" to flow out. The jade stem immersed within feels exceptionally warm and slippery. However, this pleasure is not for everyone; under such intense stimulation, ordinary people might easily lose control.

The Four Seasons Jade Vortex: Its jade gate is relatively wide, but narrows upon entering, its overall shape resembling a whirlpool or a snail. Once the gate is opened, it closes tightly, clamping the penis firmly, causing the man's penis to swell like an inflated balloon, stuck at the jade gate's entrance. Unless the jade gate automatically loosens, the man cannot pull out and must beg for mercy from the jade maiden; it is also known as the "Snail." The Five Dragons Playing with a Pearl: Its jade gate is narrow, and its secret passage is long and slender, but the location of the clitoris is not necessarily very deep. When the penis is inserted, the clitoris suddenly swells greatly, and its tip protrudes, colliding with the glans. Its shape resembles a dragon snatching a shimmering red coral, said to require more than five forceful thrusts to reach, hence the name "Dragon Pearl." The vulva is appropriately sized and possesses the ability to "respond to any need," freely expanding and contracting according to the size of the penis, a remarkably ingenious design. Passing through the main gate and entering the hall, there are not many changes, and the vulva is not located too deep unless the penis is too thick or short; generally, it is easy to find. After the usual exchanges, the woman's vulva suddenly opens wide, tightly gripping the man's penis and tightening its opening, attacking the penis from all sides, front, back, left, right, top, and bottom. Simultaneously, the vulva opens and closes like an oyster shell, performing a superb maneuver inside, hence the name "Clam." The vulva is slightly larger, and the clitoris is also relatively large. Upon contact with a man's penis, the vulva immediately widens, releasing fine, fleshy needles that can be inserted into the glans, continuously. When this happens, the man is usually caught off guard and startled, his glans wide open, his whole body feeling as if electrocuted, paralyzed and unable to move, like a seven-leafed pitcher plant feeding on insects, hence the nickname "Eight Directions of Wind and Rain." Its vulva is delicate and charming, but inside it is vast and open. Because its entrance is narrow, men with short penises may initially feel very comfortable, even blissful, but once inside, it feels like an endless storm, and since the vulva is located deep within, finding this paradise requires considerable effort. Although it's a bit tough at first, with patience, after twenty or thirty repetitions, it will be like a tornado suddenly striking, a surging tide rushing out. The penis is like a lone boat adrift on a stormy sea, rolling up and down with the turbulent waves, commonly known as "Jade Urn"; Nine-Bend Corridor: Its jade gate is narrow, and the corridor is winding and meandering, like a sheep's intestines. Unless the man's penis is exceptionally large, it is very difficult to explore the flower core. It is said that the best ones have as many as nine bends. If the man's penis is slightly smaller, it will be more strenuous in exploring the flower core. Before reaching the destination, he will be exhausted and have no strength to continue the assault. The ordinary ones are commonly known as "sheep intestines," while the best ones are "Nine-Bend Corridor"; Ten Heavenly Palace: The jade gate is extremely narrow. Its structure is quite unique, with numerous wrinkles on the walls, layer upon layer, their distribution and shape varied greatly, sometimes even including fleshy hooks. The number of wrinkles exceeds one hundred, and the number of layers exceeds three. First attempts are like overcoming thorns and brambles, often ending in failure halfway through, failing to achieve true pleasure. However, once the clitoris is touched, a sudden rhythmic contraction occurs, the walls convulse intensely, forcefully squeezing the male organ. Moreover, the woman will continuously twist her serpentine waist, emitting dreamlike moans and gasps, tossing and turning, writhing and undulating. At this point, the man often loses control, being led into an indescribably blissful state.

Besides these ten famous instruments, there are two other types: the Jade Vortex Phoenix Suction and the Water Whirlpool Chrysanthemum. These two instruments originate in the woman's anus, and can only be experienced by those with exceptional fortune.

Throughout his life, he was disciplined and law-abiding in the first half, but unrestrained and dissolute in the second half. He befriended famous actors and actresses from all over the land, and had more than sixty concubines. He had experienced the first five types of famous instruments, but unfortunately, he had never encountered the latter five, let alone the famous instruments of the rear. He only compiled information from his predecessors, hoping that his descendants would fulfill his last wish, collect all the famous instruments, and complete the laws of heaven and earth. He was sure to reap great rewards.

Legend has it that there are three great transformed beings: the Red Phoenix Fragrant Snake, the Jade Charming Fox, and the Netherworld Wolf. Among them, the Red Phoenix Fragrant Snake and the Jade Charming Fox are said to be the most yin and feminine transformed spirits in the world. Su Daji was said to be the transformed form of the Jade Charming Fox, but the legend is too ethereal and unbelievable. Of course, if you encounter them, remember not to let them go, no matter what means you use!

Chapter 78 Secret Chamber Comprehension

Looking at these records, Qin Yu's blood boiled, and he almost cried out in surprise. Wasn't his grandmother's anus a famous chrysanthemum instrument? He couldn't wait to go home and frantically pound on his grandmother's anus. He suppressed his excitement and continued reading.

Women have their "famous organs," and men have theirs, considered the "Heavenly Yang," the most extreme form of yang, even rarer than a woman's vagina, let alone a man's. Fortunately, he possessed a six-yang body, adorned with the famous organ, the Emei Dagger, making him adept in sexual matters. Among the extreme yang bodies, the most exceptional was the nine-yang body, possessing extraordinary talent, making any martial arts cultivation twice as effective, but generally, they didn't live past eighteen, following the principle of decline at extreme yang.

There were also six types of male "famous organs": Purple Ju: Purple like a python robe, its crown shaped like a ju, the most superior of all male organs!

Dragon King: The Dragon King has a pearl at its tip, its body covered in scales, red like a dragon!

String Plucking: The String Plucking organ can be soft or hard at will, its crown has granules around it, easily scraping the strings of a zither, hence the name!

Child's Arm: The Child's Arm is white and tender, shaped like an infant's arm, seemingly soft but firm, its tip like a fist!

Flying Goose: The Flying Goose is brownish-red, shaped like a goose's neck curving upwards to its navel!

The Yuechuan: The Yuechuan is jet black, shaped like a flat boat, thick and flat in the middle with sharp, upturned ends!

Among them, Ziju is the foremost of the phalluses. Legend has it that there is a famous weapon called the Ziju Dragon King Spear, a combination of Ziju and the Dragon King. Before awakening, it appears ordinary, just like an ordinary person, only longer-lasting. After awakening, it's like a dragon emerging from the sea; any woman who tries it finds it hard to give up. Dealing with the ten famous weapons is effortless, making it the best cultivation method for the *Dragon Emperor's Technique*. The six famous weapons are extremely difficult to find; only one may be born in a thousand years. This serves as a warning to future generations: only a body with extreme Yang energy is needed to inherit our sect; character is irrelevant, only talent matters.

Qin Yu touched his crotch, feeling somewhat dejected. He didn't seem to be any of the six famous weapons. As for the Ziju Dragon King Spear, he wouldn't even dare to dream of it. What use are legendary things?

Thinking of his past and the old monk's words, Qin Yu felt a little comforted. He wasn't a lecher, but he had the Nine Yang Body. What about the decline of Yang? He had been cured. His future was bright. Sleeping with a dozen women in one night was a piece of cake. As for the Ten Famous Women's Instruments, Aunt Liu Yan seemed to have them. He would go back and experience them again.

Outside the cave, the old monk, Master Jiese, stood on a large, blue rock, his heart heavy. His white eyebrows were furrowed, and he stroked his beard, which he felt was about to break.

"Junior brother, you don't need to worry so much."

A withered old man, leaning on a cane, walked over unsteadily. His messy white hair was disheveled, his eyes were sunken and yellowish, his face was covered with age spots, and he had no teeth. His thin body was only about 1.6 meters tall, as if old skin was just covering his bones. His Taoist robe was tattered, and he wore straw sandals, but in his left hand, he held a gourd of wine, occasionally putting a sip into his mouth. With his arrival, a pungent stench and the smell of fermented wine filled the air.

The old monk glanced at the old Taoist priest, shook his head, and said, "I don't know what that kid was thinking, actually wanting his son to inherit the sect's legacy."

"Isn't inheriting the sect's legacy good?"

The old Taoist priest took a sip of wine, smacked his lips in enjoyment, and swayed his head, saying, "Holding power over the world, lying drunk on a beauty's lap."

"Holding power over my ass!"

The old monk trembled with anger, saying, "Look at us now, what difference is there between us and beggars?"

The old Taoist priest sighed, "Junior brother, you still can't see things clearly! Didn't we have a period of happiness? Think about it, we're just ordinary kids, yet we enjoyed things most people wouldn't even dare to dream of. Our lives have been worthwhile!"

The old monk gave a bitter laugh, saying, "Senior brother, I understand now. What I'm talking about isn't that, but rather my worry that this kid will follow the same path as us, ending up alone in his old age."

"No!"

The old Taoist priest was absolutely certain, tapping his cane, saying, "He has the Nine Yang Physique; how can our miscellaneous physiques compare to his? The sect will surely flourish under his leadership."

"Let's hope so!"

The old monk nodded, recalling the greedy look on Qin Yu's face as he gazed at the few luminous pearls on the cave ceiling. He smiled slightly and said, "It's a pity that the sect left him almost nothing. Apart from a few tokens, we've squandered all that wealth."

The old Taoist licked the wine stains from his lips, carefully closed the gourd, and said lazily, "Leaving him a few luminous pearls is already a favor. If we hadn't gone mad with our cultivation, we wouldn't have any more! If he wants money, he can rob someone himself!"

"By the way, does Ning Xiaoniu know that our sect has found a successor?"

the old monk suddenly asked.

The old Taoist nodded and said, "She possesses a Yin-Yang body, one in a million. Tsk tsk, I wonder if it's a rare treasure!"

"Don't even think about it!"

The old monk clasped his hands together, uttered "Om Mani Padme Hum," and said, "She has the Nine Dragons Purple Yang Ginseng; we should try to get it."

A clear glint flashed in the old Taoist's eyes, and he nodded, saying, "Let me talk to that girl. I think she'll agree."

Qin Yu sat cross-legged under the stone statue, watching the "Dragon Emperor's Manual." Unintentionally, he circulated his Qi in his dantian, causing his whole body to feel incredibly hot, and his true Qi surged wildly within him, frightening him into a cold sweat. Internal energy, unlike external martial arts, cannot be practiced casually. For those who haven't even entered the realm of internal energy, it's fine; without the development of a "sea of Qi," there's no danger. But for someone like Qin Yu, whose internal energy has reached a second-rate level, there's a risk of going into qi deviation. In the end, he skipped the "Dragon Emperor's Manual" and the "Emperor's Manual" for fear of uncontrollably adjusting his Qi sea, and went directly to look at the later moves.

In *Tian Long Ba Bu*, the fist techniques, body movements, lightness skills, and finger techniques are all incredibly exquisite. Qin Yu constantly visualized the trajectories of these martial arts in his mind, becoming completely absorbed. As he watched, he began to dance and move, creating whooshing sounds in the air. His entire body shimmered with a crystalline jade light, and tiny figures seemed to be practicing martial arts in his eyes. He had actually entered the "ethereal realm" that every martial artist dreams of. In this realm, one forgets everything around them, even themselves. Their mental energy can be concentrated like never before, making it easier to appreciate the subtleties of martial arts and even create their own moves. Only those with exceptional intelligence and great perseverance can enter this realm.

This was, in fact, the second time Qin Yu had reached the "ethereal realm." He continuously practiced the exquisite moves recorded in *Tian Long Ba Bu* in his mind, opened the "Thunder Strike" scroll, and with a flash, he even produced a thunderous sound. In the blink of an eye, he had begun to grasp this peerless leg technique.

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