[Wuxia] Long Hui's Male Concubine (Complete) - 22

In the sixth chapter of Nirvana and Enlightenment,

immense pressure descended from the heavens. A flash of Buddhist light appeared before him, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face materialized. The eyes shone with spiritual light, the face appeared pure and holy, and every gesture exuded a captivating aura. With each step, a lotus flower bloomed, displaying the magnificent and precious power of a holy Buddha.

Seeing the holy Buddha descend to earth, with lotuses blooming at every step, yet the Bodhisattva of the Crystal Pavilion did not diminish his killing intent. His brows furrowed, and he unleashed the ultimate technique of the Swastika Law—the Vajra Brahma Fire. The

supremely fierce and scorching holy fire condensed into a raging Vajra, whose fist unleashed a scorching aura, attempting to shatter the demon resembling a Buddha before him.

The Venerable One neither dodged nor blocked, allowing the Vajra's flames to engulf him. Surprisingly, the Vajra's rage vanished.

The Venerable One laughed, "All laws return to their origin, the Tathagata has manifested! Your martial arts, you are useless against me, Liulizi!"

The Bodhisattva Lilou's face darkened. She moved with lightning speed, transforming into a streak of light, appearing behind the Venerable One in the blink of an eye. Aiming at his vital point, she unleashed a "Brahma Chant Thunder," her palm generating holy thunder and Brahma power that struck the Venerable One's spine. The result was futile; the holy thunder and Brahma power were instantly absorbed and dissipated. The Venerable One was unharmed, and even his monk's robe remained undamaged.

"The Tathagata's Holy Body has merged with the Tribulation-Transcending Buddha Essence. I have already cultivated the Holy Dharma Body. How dare you heretics and evil Buddhas disrespect me!" The Venerable One sneered, wielding wind and thunder on his left and lightning on his right, unleashing the Tathagata's Holy Art—Thunderbolt Demon Extermination. Although surprised by her opponent's power, the Bodhisattva Lilou remained calm, displaying the imposing and profound demeanor of a grandmaster.

Lilou Bodhisattva stood on eight leaves, her hands forming the Buddha Wheel Mudra, reversing the sun, moon, and stars, skillfully sending back the Venerable Shi's lightning Buddhist power intact.

Since the Venerable Shi was unaffected by her attack, Lilou Bodhisattva used the enemy's true energy to retaliate, to see if he could still remain unmoved. This move was both a test and a way to kill him.

The Venerable Shi, hands behind his back, remained unmoved, letting the Thunderous Demon-Slaying Palm Qi fall upon him. A faint golden light emanated from his holy Buddha body, the lightning power instantly merging into it.

"Foolish! Since I am not even afraid of your attack, how can this Buddhist energy from my own body harm me!"

The Venerable Shi sneered, his thumb hooked into his middle finger, then flicked it lightly, sending a sharp energy beam towards Lilou Bodhisattva. Lilou

Bodhisattva drew an arc with her sleeve, using a circle as a defense, creating a wall of energy. Unexpectedly, the sharp energy shattered the wall of energy with unstoppable force.

Li Lou Bodhisattva hastily dodged, but as he shifted, flames surged from behind him—the Radiant Karmic Fire.

Unable to dodge, Li Lou Bodhisattva was struck by a heavy blow, feeling a dry heat in his lungs. The crimson blood gushing from his mouth and nose turned into a bloody mist, further exacerbating his injuries.

Despite the excruciating pain, Li Lou Bodhisattva suppressed his internal injuries and turned to strike again. He was now using all his power for offense, making the speed and destructive force of his attack unpredictable. Cang Shitian raised his arm to block, but still felt a tremendous force coursing through his body. His arm bones cracked, and excruciating pain shot to his heart; his arm appeared to be fractured.

"How dare you!"

With fractured bones and damaged tendons, Cang Shitian roared, adding another palm strike in anger. He also increased his Yuan Gong by seven-tenths, unleashing the Crimson Refined Gold-Severing Hand to strike several vital points of the Buddha.

Crimson blood gushed from Li Lou Bodhisattva's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, but his indomitable will remained undiminished. His five fingers transformed into blades, gathering Buddhist energy, and he slashed horizontally.

Cang Shitian felt a sharp wind approaching and hurriedly activated the Star River Taiji Diagram of the Heavenly Vault Mystic Law to protect himself. However, the palm strike was unstoppable, cleaving the Star River Taiji Diagram in two. Cang Shitian barely managed to dodge it with all his might, but even so, a pool of blood appeared on his shoulder. If he had been even half a fraction slower, his entire left arm would have been severed. Venerable Shi

roared, "You audacious villain, how dare you disrespect the Emperor!"

With that, he leaped up and struck down with a palm from above. This palm strike was heavy and oppressive, and in the blink of an eye, the air currents swept through. Venerable Shi's simple palm strike transformed into thousands of palm prints, which was the move—Thousand-Hand Tathagata. Bodhisattva

Lilou remained fearless and used another ultimate move of the Swastika Law of Annihilation—the Spirit Buddha Evil-Repelling Palm, which was also a move that transformed into thousands of forms.

The two sides fought in a complex and chaotic manner, with countless palm forces overlapping and colliding in mid-air. The sound of air currents exploding was deafening, making the eardrums ache.

With each palm strike, the Bodhisattva Lilou felt the Venerable Shi's power increase. He suddenly realized that this Holy Buddha Body could absorb Buddhist energy, meaning that with each move the Venerable Shi made, he grew stronger. If they continued to clash head-on, he would be the one to die.

Understanding this, the Bodhisattva Lilou shifted his feet lightly, creating an opening. He then transformed into a cloud-riding form, skillfully weaving through the "Thousand-Handed Tathagata," maneuvering and entangled, giving the Venerable Shi no chance to strengthen his energy.

However, the Venerable Shi's Holy Buddha Body was incredibly powerful; wherever his moves passed, ashes and dust were scattered, forcing the Bodhisattva Lilou to retreat.

"Heretical villain, prepare to die!"

The Venerable Shi locked onto his nemesis's location and used the "Formless Fire Refining Technique," where golden flames transformed into a boundless sea of fire, trapping the Bodhisattva Lilou with nowhere to hide.

Then, the flames condensed into a single point, the Venerable Shi's final strike.

With no way to avoid it, Bodhisattva Lilou had no choice but to unleash his strongest move—the Lotus Swastika Heavenly Annihilation of Demonic Calamity.

The clash of these ultimate Buddhist techniques was surprisingly calm, without any disturbance to the surrounding airflow.

The four palms faced each other; what should have been a dangerous battle of internal energy was instead a one-sided affair. Bodhisattva Lilou's face grew increasingly pale, large beads of sweat spilling from his forehead. It turned out that his internal energy, encountering this holy Buddha's Dharma body, was not only ineffective but was being absorbed by it. The balance of power shifted dramatically, and the difference in strength was immediately apparent.

Bodhisattva Lilou's mind raced, thinking, "This Nine-Faced Beast can eavesdrop; I must inform the righteous army of this."

With this thought, he abruptly withdrew all his internal energy, allowing the Venerable Shi's true energy to rush into his body. His meridians were instantly damaged, and six-tenths of his power dissipated.

Despite the pain from half her body being injured, Bodhisattva Lilou was about to withdraw from the battlefield by using her last bit of Yuan Power. However, Cang Shitian was one step ahead, forming an array on the ground. Countless pillars of fire rose from the ground, and the arrangement of the pillars of fire secretly matched the Eight Gates Array Technique, which was the fusion of the Bright Karmic Fire and the Heavenly Wonders—the Crimson River of Heaven! The mysteriously arranged pillars of fire enveloped the surroundings, blocking the path of life and cutting off the retreat, leaving no room for maneuver. Bodhisattva Lilou suddenly felt that this battle was far from over, and could only use her remaining strength to use the final move of the Swastika Technique: All Heavens Annihilation—Lotus Swastika Heavenly Annihilation Demon Tribulation. In this

desperate attack, she forcefully broke through the fire array and cleaved open a path of life, only to see a roaring beast howl. The Nine-Faced Beast pounced like lightning. Bodhisattva Lilou's old strength was exhausted, and new strength had not yet been generated. She could not replenish her true energy and could not withstand the ferocity of the beast. She was forced back.

Without missing a beat, he was retreating towards Cang Shitian. How could the Evil God let such a golden opportunity slip by? He unleashed the "Burning Blood Qi-Breaking Technique," striking Li Lou Bodhisattva's back with a palm strike—a vicious martial art specifically designed to burn true qi, destroying another thirty percent of the remaining qi channels within Li Lou Bodhisattva's body.

"Damn it!"

Li Lou Bodhisattva launched a desperate counterattack, using the Demon-Slaying Calamity to strike back at his opponent, determined to fight to the death. Unexpectedly, the Venerable Shi appeared out of nowhere to block his attack, rendering the Demon-Slaying Calamity ineffective.

Li Lou Bodhisattva immediately withdrew his attack and retreated. His mind raced, and he formed another hand seal. The heavenly clouds swirled, thunder roared, and several streaks of crimson lightning, like dragons, pressed down on the surroundings.

Asura killing intent descended from the sky, transforming into crimson flames and lightning that surged into Li Lou Bodhisattva's body.

Lightning struck, causing a violent change in the eight extraordinary meridians of the Bodhisattva Lilou. Her true energy erupted, breaking through the limits of her martial body, but simultaneously destroying her internal organs. Meridians ruptured, blood surged to her head, and her white hair turned crimson, making her resemble a demon, devoid of any compassionate appearance. Her true energy also changed, leaving only a blood-red expanse and an unyielding will.

"Ah!"

Lilou roared to the sky, the sound echoing for miles around.

The demonic manifestation roared and howled, its powerful cry causing the Holy Mother Haotian's legs to go weak. The three Venerables, Kongdifeng, and others, simultaneously vomited blood. Du Hongchen, whose upper body was still recovering, fainted and collapsed. The Nine-Faced Demon prostrated itself before the enemy.

Cang Shitian and Venerable Shi also felt a tightness in their chests, only managing to suppress their discomfort by forcefully circulating their vital energy. When they regained their senses, they saw the Bodhisattva Lilou split in two, simultaneously attacking the two Innate Realm experts.

The Asura, enraged, was so fierce that even Cang Shitian dared not directly confront him. He used the Star River Taiji Diagram to defend and await the attack, temporarily avoiding the Asura's sharp edge. However, the Asura vanished in a flash, revealing itself to be a mere feint, while its true form directly attacked the Venerable Shi.

The Venerable Shi, confident in his Holy Dharma Body and unafraid of Buddhist true energy, used a Buddha Light Swastika Mirror to guard his center. However, Li Lou's palm strike shattered the mirror, causing his blood and energy to become disordered.

In every move, Li Lou's fists, palms, claws, and fingers struck the Venerable Shi's Dharma Body repeatedly. First came the Bright King Divine Fist, followed by the Great Brahma Seal, then the Mighty Vajra Claw, and finally the Arhat Zen Finger, sealing all thirty-six acupoints of the Venerable Shi and locking his true energy. The

Asura's killing intent, almost demonic, had broken free from the power of the Buddhist realm, yet the Holy Dharma Body could not neutralize it even slightly. The Venerable Shi's breath faltered, and he could barely muster any energy. Taking advantage of this, Li Lou swept a palm towards the Venerable Shi's crown.

Cang Shitian would not allow his partner to die so easily. He preemptively blocked the Asura's killing move. Li Lou, his eyes bloodshot with rage, unleashed his power. Cang Shitian felt a sudden numbness in his arm and immediately retaliated. Their internal energies collided, splattering blood.

Li Lou, already injured, had his Buddhist energy reversed, making his situation even more precarious. In contrast, Cang Shitian, protected by the Heavenly Vault Mystic Technique, instantly recovered 70% of his injuries and was otherwise unharmed.

As the Daoist's vital energy circulated, Cang Shitian's complexion gradually regained its rosy hue. He asked, "Is the Imperial Preceptor unharmed?"

Venerable Shi replied, "Thank you for Your Majesty's assistance; otherwise, I fear I would have been severely injured."

Cang Shitian asked in surprise, "Isn't the Holy Buddha's Dharma Body supposed to be immune to all Buddhist martial arts? Why was he injured by Liulizi?"

Venerable Shi frowned and said, "To prevent the Holy Buddha's Dharma Body from absorbing his true energy, he actually reversed the Buddha's vital energy, transforming into an Asura's killing form. But this extreme act, even if he survives today, will reduce him to a demon like the Sangha." "

Today, even if I abandon Buddhism and become a ghost, I will bring you all back to the Abyss!"

Reversing the flow of Buddhist energy and transforming into an Asura, Li Lou knew that once he made this move, there would be no turning back. Without hesitation, he gathered his remaining power and counterattacked his opponent.

The Asura's killing intent was unleashed, and the fiery prison was filled with the power of fire. Li Lou, a Bodhisattva, raised his robes, and lightning dragons transformed into thunder, counterattacking his powerful enemy.

The evil god's brows furrowed, and he slowly opened his hands, instantly unleashing a storm of wind and clouds that plunged the surrounding area into a world of white light.

On the other side, the Venerable One, knowing he could no longer absorb Buddhist energy, focused his mind to meet the attack. He clasped his hands together, his body radiating Buddhist light, and the image of the Tathagata appeared in mid-air, golden light scattering across the ground, causing the earth to lose its weight, snapping tree roots, and suspending sand and stones—a truly bizarre scene. This was the ultimate Buddhist technique—the Heart Sutra of the Tathagata.

The Bodhisattva, transformed into an Asura, wielded a crimson dragon to fight the evil god and the Tathagata. The three extreme moves clashed, creating another earth-shattering wave, but the Asura ultimately perished.

Seeing the Glass Pavilion blasted away, Cang Shitian suddenly gathered his strength, unleashing a torrent of earth fire that struck the Buddha's body.

The Venerable One laughed heartily: "Your Majesty, watch this humble monk add another move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Venerable One again used the Heart Sutra of the Tathagata. He lightly flicked his fingers, forming a Buddhist mudra, and a gigantic Buddha's palm struck the Glass Pavilion Bodhisattva directly.

Suffering repeated blows, the Bodhisattva of the Glass Pavilion was covered in blood, indistinguishable from the murderous aura of Asura. Only his resolute eyes remained unwavering.

"Still so arrogant even on the verge of death!"

Cang Shitian sneered, unleashing his karmic fire. At the same time, the Venerable Shi raised his hand in a palm strike, the two powerful attacks targeting the Bodhisattva of the Glass Pavilion's chest and dantian respectively.

The Tathagata and the Evil God fought with ease, their attacks combining force and gentleness, aiming to shatter the Asura's wrath and destroy the Bodhisattva's compassionate face.

The two powerful forces joined forces, and the glass pavilion shattered, the Buddha tower collapsed, and the Bodhisattva of the Glass Pavilion was defeated! With almost all his blood drained and his murderous intent gradually crumbling, the Bodhisattva of the Glass Pavilion endured both physical and mental torment. He propped himself up, unwilling to fall, but to no avail. His weak limbs could no longer support his broken body, and the Holy Mother Haotian and the Nine-Faced Beast had already sealed off all escape routes. In his current state, he had no way to escape.

"Liuli Zi, do you have any last words?"

Venerable Shi walked slowly, an arrogant smile on his face. "Considering our shared sect, I will grant you a final accusation before your passing."

Bodhisattva Lilou laughed loudly, spitting out a mouthful of blood with each laugh: "My last wish is to send you demons and monsters to the Abyss!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he roared, his hands forming a mudra, and blood from his body fell to the ground like raindrops, transforming into golden lotuses. His heart for slaying demons resonated with heaven and earth, condensing into countless swastikas, a gesture of dying alongside the enemy.

"Delusion!"

Cang Shitian stepped forward, severing Lilou's last lifeline with a single palm strike, and the swastika Buddhist seals dissipated.

The Holy Mother Haotian chuckled, "Your cultivation is destroyed, your foundation severed, you're already a cripple. Do you still wish to perish together with me?"

The Bodhisattva Lilou collapsed to the ground, his consciousness fading. Suddenly, the city's Buddhist bell tolled, and he seemed to return to his former secluded place of cultivation. Back then, he was a child, sincerely worshipping Buddha and diligently practicing martial arts. He could only fall asleep when he heard the Buddhist bell ringing. The clear yet heavy sound of the bell seemed to wash away the restlessness of the mortal world, bringing peace to his mind.

The Holy Mother Haotian laughed, "The death knell has tolled. Bodhisattva, rest in peace on your journey!"

The death knell echoed in his ears, only stirring the last vestige of life in the Bodhisattva Lilou. He slowly opened his eyes, gazed one last time at the dark sky, and uttered, "Amitabha!"

Then, a scorching wave of energy erupted, startling all the evil spirits into retreat.

Cang Shitian cried out in alarm, "It's the fire of the Buddha's relic! Everyone, retreat immediately!"

Even without the warning from the evil god, they dared not approach, for the heatwave was utterly terrifying; it turned even the soil to ashes in its wake. Such power was beyond the capacity of flesh and blood to withstand.

"Don't panic, everyone!"

Shizun unleashed his Holy Dharma Body, leaping into the sea of fire. The fire of the Buddha's relic was slowly absorbed by him. With a desperate gamble, the Bodhisattva Lilou, along with his last remaining body, vanished into nothingness, disappearing from the world. Still relying on your bare hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! This high-grade silicone video features a realistically molded vulva, resembling Fan Bingbing's genitals. The shape is incredibly lifelike, with soft and delicate skin. Large internal bumps closely mimic female anatomy for a more realistic experience... The sensation is irresistible! Click to enter.

Cang Shitian laughed, "Grand Preceptor, having merged with the relics of a thousand Buddhas, your sacred body is now complete. In the future, you will surely spread the Dharma far and wide, and be revered by all!"

The Venerable Shi clasped his hands together and said, "All this is thanks to the Holy Emperor's assistance. This humble monk will do everything in my power to repay Your Majesty's great kindness." Cang Shitian laughed, "Grand Preceptor, you flatter me." "I am merely fulfilling our agreement to help the Grand Preceptor unify Buddhism. We are mutually beneficial!"

Venerable Shi said. "Your Majesty's grace is deeply appreciated. Now that Liulizi is dead, Buddhism faces no further obstacles. I will immediately gather all Buddhist sects to suppress the rebels on Your Majesty's behalf!"

Cang Shitian changed his form of address and smiled, "If the Master can quell the rebellion and achieve unparalleled merit, he will be the only true Buddha in the world."

His words were a direct indication to Venerable Shi that as long as he could pacify the world for him, he would honor Buddhism and allow it to enjoy the blessings of countless families.

Venerable Shi nodded in agreement.

The two parted ways. Cang Shitian led his troops back to the capital, while Venerable Shi arranged for Du Hongchen and others to contact major Buddhist temples and mobilize elite troops to prepare for an attack on Jiangnan.

After giving all the instructions, Venerable Shi set off alone, returning to Yunhai Mountain to rebuild the Buddhist headquarters and prepare for the future dominance of Buddhism.

To save his own life, he sealed the deadly sword energy of the Heavenly Gang Inscription, using his Buddha Body to absorb the spiritual energy of Mount Foshan to protect his vital points, thus delaying until today. Now that his Buddha Body is complete, the Heavenly Gang Inscription has dissolved on its own, so there is no need for this spiritual energy to remain in his body any longer. It is better to repair Leifeng Temple as soon as possible so that all Buddhist temples in the world can return to his heart.

Venerable Shi was traveling swiftly through the wilderness when, halfway there, he was suddenly met with a domineering demon who blocked his path and threatened to kill him.

With a flick of his robe, Venerable Shi shattered the overwhelming evil energy, coldly sneering, "Familiar killing intent! But in your current state, you dare to oppose me? Truly foolish!"

A figure slowly emerged from the distant woods—it was the Sinful Buddha, the Sinful Monk.

Venerable Shi snorted, "Perfect timing! Slaying the Sinful Buddha will make my unification of the Buddhist realm even more legitimate!"

Accompanied by the Buddha's contemptuous laughter, the demonic aura vanished instantly. In the dust, the Buddha's radiance shone brightly, illuminating the vast world. The sight that came into view was the most unexpected face—Jie Ming! "A fleeting thought of the ephemeral flower, fourfold grace; four saints, six ordinary beings, eightfold righteous path. Burdened by karmic debts in the mortal world, I cross the sage's tribulation; with a Zen heart and good karma, I illuminate the vast world!"

Jie Ming recited the pure and holy verses, his every gesture displaying the innate demeanor of Buddhism, devoid of any trace of evil or madness.

In the deep night sky, the Holy Light, magnificent and radiant, a luminous manifestation that transcends the world, awe-inspiring and majestic, should have been annihilated forever. Now, Jieming has reappeared, leaving no room for words, only a single thought—to annihilate the false Buddha! As Jieming's precious form reappeared, he raised his hand and struck. The Venerable Shi neither dodged nor evaded; the Holy Buddha's Dharma body absorbed the opponent's power. Jieming's first move upon returning to his true form was futile.

"I do not know how you regained your Dharma form, yet you have dug your own grave! If you were still in your demonic form, you could still contend with me, but now you are doomed!"

After absorbing Jieming's Buddhist power, the Venerable Shi unleashed a "Ten Realms Bowing to Buddha" move, a palm strike merging the inner forces of both men, aimed directly at Jieming.

Jieming neither dodged nor evaded, charging forward. The moment the Venerable Shi's palm touched him, it instantly turned into smoke, a situation somewhat similar to the Holy Buddha's Dharma body.

Jieming cleared the obstacle and forcefully struck Venerable Shi's chest with a palm strike, but the Tathagata's body ignored any Buddhist energy, merely forcing him back a few steps without causing injury.

Jieming showed no surprise, grabbing Venerable Shi's left wrist and preparing to strike his chest again.

Although unfazed by his opponent's moves, Venerable Shi was unwilling to become a human punching bag, so he crossed his right hand across his chest, trapping Jieming's heavy palm, and then extended his toes upwards, kicking hard at Jieming's chin.

Jieming slightly tilted his head, avoiding the heavy kick, while Venerable Shi, losing his balance from the kick, seized the opportunity, turning and sweeping his leg to knock Venerable Shi's foot away, sending him flying into the air.

At the same time, the hand gripping the wrist suddenly exerted force, swinging his arm and slamming Venerable Shi to the ground.

Although unharmed, Venerable Shi felt utterly humiliated. He suddenly sprang to his feet, kicking Jie Ming in the chest and forcing him away. However, his own internal energy was absorbed by his opponent; he had only managed to push him away, without causing any real damage.

Jie Ming, with steady steps, regained his footing after a slight sway and then launched a preemptive attack, parrying and striking simultaneously. Just as Venerable Shi landed, another sweeping kick sent him tumbling through the air.

"Damn it!"

Having been swept away twice in succession, Venerable Shi's anger intensified. He took a deep breath of true energy, stabilizing himself in mid-air. In that instant, Jie Ming struck with a palm, pressing down on Venerable Shi's face and forcing him to the ground.

This time, Venerable Shi was not only repeatedly kicked down but also beaten flat on his face.

"Outrageous!"

His anger surged, and Venerable Shi's body erupted with intense flames, a sacred and yang energy—the Buddha's relic fire absorbed from the Bodhisattva Lilou.

Jieming felt a burning pain in his palm, his body trembled involuntarily, and he instinctively dodged the fiery energy. When he looked closely, his palm was already charred black.

"He was able to absorb Buddhist energy just now, but now he's injured by the relic fire. Could it be..."

Venerable Shi was surprised. His Buddhist light gathered in his eyes as he peered into his opponent's secrets, only to see a familiar face appear behind Jieming's Buddhist image. It was none other than the Bodhisattva Weituo, who should have vanished from the world.

"So it was Weituo's spirit possessing this demonic monk!"

Venerable Shi suddenly realized. The Holy Dharma Body originated from the Tathagata's Holy Body. Since the Holy Dharma Body could absorb Buddhist energy, the original owner of this body should also have this ability. However, the relic fire of the Buddha's bones was specifically designed to target yin spirits and ghosts. Although the spirit of Bodhisattva Weituo was not a yin spirit or ghost, it was still a kind of primordial spirit and was similarly restrained by the relic fire.

"But wasn't this foolish Buddha already gone? Why does he still appear in Qian Seng's body?"

The Venerable Shi still had doubts, so he tentatively struck out with his palm. Jie Ming raised his hand to respond, and as their palms met, the Venerable Shi unleashed his "Causal Divine Power," a profound and perceptive technique from the Tathagata Heart Sutra, capable of discerning all causal causes and effects, good and evil within Buddhism. A

golden light flashed in the Venerable Shi's eyes, and he instantly understood the entire cause and effect—it turned out that the day the Brahma Temple's Zen formation was completed coincided with the time of Wei Tuo's passing. The Buddhist power of the Precept Blade had absorbed a wisp of Wei Tuo's consciousness into the Thousand Buddha Bright Realm. During the battle with Qian Seng, Ku Hai used the Precept Blade's barrier, transferring Wei Tuo's consciousness from the Thousand Buddha Bright Realm to Qian Seng's body. Combined with the convergence of Buddhist and demonic consciousness, Wei Tuo was able to be reborn through possession.

The Venerable Shi laughed heartily, "Since you could preserve a remnant soul, why not reincarnate sooner instead of coming to your death? Foolish!"

As he spoke, he unleashed a torrent of power with his palm, a magnificent seal aimed at Jie Ming.

Provocative words met with no response. Jieming remained steadfast as a mountain, his lower body imposing and powerful. With each palm strike, he wielded the power of salvation and death, vowing to shatter the false image of Buddhism.

Wei Tuo's ultimate Dharma and Jieming's salvation of sins combined, the two Buddhas forcing Shi Zun to parry their powerful attack. Shi Zun unleashed a "Red Lotus Burning Evil" strike from afar. Jieming formed a Buddhist mudra, making a Buddhist salute with one palm, instantly protecting himself with holy energy, preventing the red lotus fire from approaching within ten steps.

Shi Zun launched another attack, but Jieming was not to be outdone. Both met the attack simultaneously, exchanging a palm strike, only to be repelled by the force of their respective palms. With each exchange, Wei Tuo's Dharma image flickered in and out of existence.

The Venerable Shi sneered, "Locking the Buddha's spiritual essence into the sinful body of the demon Buddha may restore a clear and bright Dharma form, but it's a self-inflicted wound, a last gasp before death!"

Despite being exposed, Jie Ming remained calm. He slowly inhaled, interlocking his right middle finger and thumb, his left palm supporting his right arm, forming the Lotus Seal. A surge of holy energy gathered throughout his body, radiating brilliant light. Startled by

Jie Ming's terrifying aura, the Venerable Shi focused his mind, channeling his energy into his palms, then reciting the Buddha's Heart Sutra. Colorful clouds rolled across the sky, coalescing into an image of the World-Honored One, the Tathagata.

Jie Ming formed a hand seal, the swastika and Buddha characters enveloping the entire area. The Venerable Shi found himself trapped within a mandala formation. Knowing this was a formidable move, he roared and struck down with his palm, but the immense divine power of the Tathagata was completely absorbed by the mandala formation, leaving Jie Ming unharmed.

As Jieming formed a hand seal for the Heavenly Eye, he immediately activated his Buddhist energy, causing the seal to reverse its direction. The Venerable Shi felt a sudden darkness engulf his vision. Before he could react, Jieming unleashed the Heavenly Ear seal, again reversing the direction. The Venerable Shi felt a ringing in his ears and lost his hearing.

"What a sinister formation! Is it trying to seal my five senses?"

The Venerable Shi, confident in his Holy Buddha Body, was not afraid of Jieming's attempt to seal his senses. His martial arts focused on cultivating consciousness first; even if he lost his five senses, he could still perceive the outside world through his spiritual awareness.

Just then, the voice of Bodhisattva Weituo entered the primordial spirit of Venerable Shi: "The Tathagata's holy body can achieve the five supernatural powers. This formation is precisely designed to counter the five supernatural powers. You wicked wretch, even if you comprehend this technique, you will not escape this calamity today!"

The five supernatural powers are the divine eye, divine ear, telepathy, knowledge of past lives, and the power of controlling the body. However, Jieming, who had merged with Weituo's consciousness, had created this reverse five supernatural powers formation specifically targeting the characteristics of the Tathagata's holy body, vowing to shatter the evil path of the false Buddha. Jieming

then formed the telepathy seal again, and Venerable Shi secretly cried out in alarm. If his opponent reversed the telepathy seal, he would be completely trapped in a dead end, with no chance of recovery.

"Delusion!"

Venerable Shi roared, forcing out the Buddha bone relic fire. The supreme yang holy fire, which specifically destroys yin and evil, fiercely impacted Weituo's primordial spirit. Jieming felt a splitting headache, and Weituo's primordial spirit began to waver. The reverse five supernatural powers formation could not be maintained and shattered instantly.

The magic array shattered, and the Venerable One regained his senses of sight and hearing. Most miraculously, after being sealed, the Holy Buddha's Dharma body had gained the power of sight and hearing, enabling him to cultivate the divine eye and divine ear.

"The Holy Buddha's Dharma Body is truly wondrous! It seems there are still many secrets waiting for me to uncover!"

Venerable Shi, having turned misfortune into fortune, was overjoyed and couldn't help but laugh heartily.

On the other side, Jie Mingchao retreated dozens of steps to barely suppress the shattered spiritual consciousness of Weituo, but he was covered in cold sweat and panting heavily.

Venerable Shi laughed and said, "Thanks to the stimulation of your magic array, otherwise I would not have known that the Holy Buddha's Dharma Body has such wondrous properties. In order to repay your kindness, I will definitely grant you eternal life in the Western Paradise, how about it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Venerable Shi stomped his foot and used the highest ultimate move of the Tathagata Heart Sutra—Ten Thousand Kalpas Forging the Heart Buddha's Homage! The abundant Buddhist energy merged with the fire of the Buddha's bone relic, and a strong fire shot up into the sky, burning a hole in the sky itself.

Having fully condensed his power, the Venerable One, intending to disturb his enemy's mind, revealed the truth: "Jieming, let me tell you, the one who held the seal back then was one of my disciples, and the events at White Horse Temple were also at my behest!"

Upon hearing the truth of the past tragedy, a trace of sorrow flashed in Jieming's eyes, and his determination to eliminate evil strengthened even further.

Facing the supreme technique of the false Buddha, Jieming took a step forward, his shoulder raised, as if shaking the earth and the sky, transforming into an arrogant figure, reappearing his majestic appearance in subduing demons. Instantly, the ten realms echoed, and Jieming slowly chanted: "My Buddha's compassion remains unchanged—Bodhi Buddha's heart, pure lotus!"

A move that merged the cultivation of Jieming and Wei Tuo appeared in the mortal world.

The Bodhisattva's Zen heart, the Buddha's fighting spirit, vowing to sacrifice supreme merit to purify countless demonic tribulations; the Tathagata's supreme power, the only one worthy of respect, raising his hand with overwhelming domineering aura to break through the obstacles in his path.

The two moves clashed, a raging dust rose from the world, heaven and earth fell silent, the eight wastelands shattered, leaving only the devastation of destruction.

After the rage, a deathly silence descended. Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, only the victors stood proudly, while the vanquished were consumed by the flames of Buddhist fire, their Dharma forms shattered, their wounded and broken bodies vanishing like fleeting clouds, achieving Nirvana and becoming one with the heavens.

The Venerable Shi thought to himself, "With the Dharma form shattered, the demonic body naturally ceases to exist. To attach a Buddhist soul to a sinful body, reverse the demonic appearance, and sacrifice life for a fragmented body—what a delusional Bodhisattva!"

Seeing the last threat vanish, the Venerable Shi felt a surge of satisfaction, laughed loudly, and turned to leave, intending to return to the Buddhist headquarters to unite the ten thousand monks.

After his departure, where Jieming had disappeared, a withered branch slowly emerged, stuck upside down in the ground, neither falling nor crumbling.

Chapter Seven:

After a night of spring breeze and corpses lying in the snow, Long Hui, filled with joy, took the little phoenix, her face flushed with shy blush, home.

Recalling last night, how she and her daughter had been repeatedly violated by this thief, their breasts and buttocks bearing his marks, and how, even upon waking, he had half-forced, half-coaxed them into his mouth, filling their mouths with his semen, forcing them to swallow it with a mixture of shyness and coquetry… Chu Wanbing's cheeks flushed again, and she muttered a few curses under her breath.

"Bing'er, are you going back to Wutong Garden tonight?"

Long Hui teased in a low voice. Chu Wanbing felt her legs go weak, her whole body burning with shame, her ears turning as red as blood.

"Husband, Bing'er, you're finally back!"

The women were already dining in the hall, but Wei Xuexin and Qin Suya were nowhere to be seen.

Long Hui asked curiously, "Where did Xue Xin and Su Ya go?"

Cui Die smiled and said, "They're getting ready in their room."

Chu Wanbing asked in surprise, "It's one thing for Su Ya to get ready, but Xue Xin usually just combs her hair. Why is it taking so long?" Cui Die said, "Bing'er, today is the Snow Viewing Poetry Gathering of the Jiangnan gentry. They're going to attend, so of course they have to dress up nicely."

Chu Wanbing suddenly realized and nodded, "Yes, I almost forgot about that."

Long Hui laughed and said, "Of course! Last night you were having so much fun that you almost forgot who you were!" This rascal always knows how to bring up the most awkward things. Chu Wanbing was so angry that her eyebrows furrowed, and she was about to unleash her fury when she saw a graceful figure walk out from the inner room. Her beauty was stunning, and even women would find it hard to look away.

Qin Suya wore a snow-white fur shawl over a wide-sleeved, hibiscus-colored silk brocade robe embroidered with five pheasants soaring among clouds. The patterns on the robe were woven with dark gold thread, shimmering like flowing clouds. She wore a golden, floor-length skirt, dyed with rose gold and fragrant herbs, pure and bright, soft and light, its color as vibrant as flowers, and exuding a sweet floral fragrance.

Looking at her jade-like face, with her rosy lips and eyes like autumn waves, one would expect her to appear frail and sickly in the cold winter, but instead, she radiated a healthy beauty.

Long Hui observed her closely for a while and said, "So Suya used that rouge and powder. Truly, she is as radiant as a peach blossom."

Qin Suya smiled and said, "Husband, this rouge and powder is truly wonderful. I feel nothing when I apply it to my face."

Long Hui leaned close to her cheek and smelled it, saying, "Suya, you smell so good. Did you also apply Morning Dream Dew?"

Qin Suya nodded.

Long Hui feigned displeasure and lightly slapped her pert buttocks, causing the talented woman to whimper and blush.

"How dare you use Chaomeng Dew behind your husband's back! You deserve punishment!"

Long Hui said sternly.

Qin Suya pouted, looking somewhat aggrieved, "The other sisters used it too..."

Long Hui glanced at the women in the room and snorted, "You all deserve punishment! Tonight, I'll personally apply Chaomeng Dew to you all!"

The women were all stunned. The thought of being tormented like this by their lewd husband tonight made them all blush and their hearts race. Chu Wanbing was even more unbearable. That boy had given her Chaomeng Dew with ill intentions, and yesterday he had even taken her and her mother into it... Thinking of this, Little Phoenix secretly pinched him a few times to show her dissatisfaction.

After a while, Wei Xuexin still hadn't come out. Long Hui and Chu Wanbing were puzzled, wondering why this girl was taking so long to get ready, so they went to her boudoir to take a look.

Pushing open the door, Chu Wanbing saw Wei Xuexin sitting in front of the mirror, holding a wooden comb and lost in thought, oblivious to her presence.

Chu Wanbing called out, "Xuexin, what are you doing!"

Wei Xuexin jumped in fright, dropping the comb.

Long Hui picked it up for her, saying, "Xuexin, you're so oblivious, you wouldn't even notice someone attacking you from behind."

Wei Xuexin bit her lip, lowered her head, and whispered, "Big brother, sister, last night… I had a nightmare."

Long Hui pinched her delicate nose and chuckled, "Silly girl, it was just a dream, why are you so terrified?"

"Xuexin, what did you dream about? Tell your sister quickly."

Chu Wanbing's face darkened. She possessed the Eight Methods of Mind and Spirit, giving her a strange sensitivity to things, and her sister's sword heart was even more acute than the Eight Methods of Mind and Spirit. Xuexin's nightmare was definitely not an ordinary dream; it might be some kind of omens.

Wei Xuexin sighed softly, saying, "Last night I dreamt that the Bodhisattva of the Lilou was engulfed in flames..."

Chu Wanbing's heart tightened, an ominous feeling rising in her chest: "Then...and then what happened?"

Wei Xuexin said, "I...I also dreamt of Jianming...he was covered in blood."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.

Chu Wanbing quickly hugged her, gently coaxing her, "Xuexin, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's just a dream, it's all a dream."

Long Hui took out a handkerchief to wipe away Xuexin's tears, saying, "Xuexin, don't go to the Snow Viewing Gathering today. Let Suya and Sister Die go. You should rest at home. Bing'er and I will stay with you."

Wei Xuexin said, "Big brother...you still have to go to the Snow Viewing Gathering, you don't need to stay. Let Sister stay with me."

Long Hui laughed, "What nonsense are you talking about? The Snow Viewing Gathering is important, but Xue Xin, you're the apple of my eye. Don't worry, Su Ya's outfit will definitely make those noble ladies' eyes light up, and with Sister Die's eloquence, I guarantee those nobles will obediently take out their silver to buy our things." After

comforting Xue Xin for a few moments, someone suddenly came to report that the disciples of Tianjian Valley had arrived at the beacon tower. Wei Xue Xin didn't even bother to comb her hair, put on a warrior's robe, picked up the Years Sword, and rushed out of the city. Long Hui and Chu Wanbing immediately followed behind her, entrusting the Snow Viewing Gathering's affairs to Cui Die before leaving.

The beacon tower was already completed, and Hongjun personally led the Daoist disciples to set up the formation around it. Meng Ke, Confucius, and Jieyin and Zhunti, each a master of Confucianism and Buddhism, were on the side to protect her, while Jingchen was stationed in Jinling, presiding over the entire Twelve Earthly Branches Grand Formation.

Upon arriving at the beacon tower, a pure white world, a scene of ice crystal snow, came into view.

From afar, over a thousand people could be seen marching towards them. They were dressed in the attire of the Heavenly Sword Valley, and the leader was Wei Jianming. His clothes were stained with purplish-black grime, and he bore several wounds on his forehead. His sword tassel was only half intact, clearly indicating that he had been through a fierce battle.

Wei Xuexin's tears welled up instantly, and she rushed over, asking with concern, "Jianming, are you alright? Quickly, let me see if you're hurt."

Seeing his sister's disheveled hair, Wei Jianming knew she had been worried about him since early morning, and his heart warmed. He smiled and said, "Sister, I'm perfectly fine. How can I grow up without a few minor injuries!"

Wei Xuexin scolded, "You child, you never take care of yourself. Tell your sister quickly, what happened!"

Wei Jianming slowly recounted what had happened... After receiving Yu Xiuting's secret order, the two elders of the Heavenly Sword Valley immediately dispatched a thousand elite disciples, led by Wei Jianming, to rush to Jinling for support. When they reached the border between Jinling and Yanzhou, they came upon a valley with a thick layer of snow covering the mountain walls on both sides.

Wei Jianming gestured to his disciples and said, "There's a valley ahead, be careful of ambushes."

Just then, a deafening roar of cannons erupted, and several fireballs rained down from the mountaintop.

Wei Jianming remained calm under pressure and shouted, "Quickly form the Nine Palaces Sword Formation!"

His thousand disciples, already familiar with the formation, swiftly stepped into their positions. A thousand cold swords clattered as they were drawn, their auras mingling, their swords moving with profound power. A powerful sword aura permeated the nine palaces, completely neutralizing the cannon fire.

Wei Jianming, his main sword positioned in the central palace, coldly surveyed the valley above. He indeed saw the array of cannons and thought to himself, "To reach Jinling, this valley is the shortest route. With our sword formation protecting us, we're not afraid of these iron lumps, but the mountain walls on both sides are piled high with snow. If we force our way through, the enemy might use cannon fire to trigger an avalanche."

Having experienced the battle at Linxia Mountain, his mind had matured, and he considered problems more thoroughly.

Wei Jianming's eyes darted around, and he devised a plan: "This place is better for defense than offense. It would be unwise to approach the valley rashly

. We should pretend to take a detour and then launch a surprise attack!" With that thought, he led his men to bypass the valley and head east.

The mountain path on the side was quite rugged, and with so many people, movement was difficult. Wei Jianming selected two hundred disciples to secretly advance. When they reached the mountainside, they suddenly felt a sharp wind coming from all sides.

Wei Jianming drew his sword and blocked a crossbow bolt.

One arrow followed, and a hundred more came. Wei Jianming used the Seven Stars technique, employing a circuitous sword style, standing alone against ten thousand, blocking the first wave of arrows. His disciples behind him also took their positions one by one, cooperating to hold their ground.

Wei Jianming focused his gaze and saw a handsome figure standing in the grass opposite, holding the Golden Crow Bow and carrying the Rising Sun Arrow on his back. His eyes were like copper bells, bright and piercing. It was Feng Yi, the archery master of the Confucian sect.

Behind him stood an elite troop of archers, numbering about three hundred, clad in armor and uniforms—archers jointly selected by the Jiangnan and Western Region armies.

Feng Yi sneered, "Trying to open the valley by taking a side path, Young Master Wei, you're being far too naive!"

Wei Jianming had met Confucian scholars with his mother when he was young, and thus recognized Feng Yi. But now, with the two armies facing off, polite words were superfluous. Wei Jianming steeled his resolve and declared loudly, "Since that's the case, Jianming will force his way in!" Feng

Yi's eyes locked onto the enemy's strength, his fingers gripping the golden bowstring. Before he could blink, a barrage of deadly arrows shot out, their trajectory like wolves, determined to devour the swords before them.

Wei Jianming took the lead, fiercely wielding his sword, first slicing through the first arrow's energy, then shattering the next heavy arrow. His cold bow drew its arrows without hesitation, his sword countered without pause. Life and death, victory and defeat, intertwined in speed and slowness, created a magnificent spectacle reflected on the pristine snowfield.

Wei Jianming thrust his sword forward, striking the tip of the arrow precisely. Instantly

, sword energy surged, slicing the arrow into several pieces from tip to tip. Feng Yi roared, "Attack again!" He tossed the Golden Crow Bow into the air, then used his inner force to subtly draw the bowstring, controlling the bow with his own energy. The surrounding cold air responded, transforming into sharp arrows. In an instant, thousands of arrows, like a blizzard, swept in relentlessly—Feng Yi's ultimate arrow—Cloud Sea Flying Spirit.

Facing imminent death, Wei Jianming's body sank, his legs flexibly extending into a split. The sword flew from his hand, controlled by his energy. His foundation was insufficient, limiting his control to only three feet around him, but it was extremely refined. His arm moved in a blur, accompanied by a flurry of sword strikes. Seemingly chaotic and disordered, they expressed a surge of passion, yet they created a defensive line around him, preventing the arrows from penetrating within three steps.

Feng Yi secretly praised, "I was already astonished by Wei Xuexin's swordsmanship that day, and now this young man of twenty has also achieved such swordsmanship. The strength of Tianjian Valley is evident. We must not let them reach Jinling. We must hold off this reinforcement army no matter what!"

With this thought in mind, Feng Yi decided to capture the leader first. He bit his fingertip and used his blood to draw the bowstring. Instantly, a crimson arrow appeared in the air. It was Feng Yi's famous move that made him famous in the Confucian school—the Sun-Locking Life Arrow. As the

Life-Locking Arrow was released, a crimson streak swept across the snow, reflecting a desolate scene, like a blood-red thunderbolt splitting the sky.

Wei Jianming split his sword in two, his sword energy surging. The first strike cut through the Life-Locking Arrow, and the second strike broke through the Blood Radiance True Qi. However, the shattered energy still drew blood on his arms, forehead, and other places.

Feng Yi said, "Impressive skills, but unfortunately, I, Feng, will never let you cross that line again!" He

then gestured, and the crossbowmen sprang to their feet, unleashing a hail of arrows that forced Wei Jianming and his men to retreat.

"Form the sword formation!"

Wei Jianming raised his sword to the sky, planted one foot on the ground, and unleashed the Six Yang Sword Technique. Seeing this, the other disciples immediately drew their swords and joined together, forming the Heavenly Six Formations, their powerful sword energy surging towards the enemy archers.

Although the sword formation was unbreakable, the relentless barrage of arrows made it difficult for the Heavenly Sword Valley group to gain any advantage. After

a fierce battle, the enemy soldiers in the valley had already heard the commotion. Wei Jianming knew his surprise attack had failed, so he prepared to retreat and devise another plan. Suddenly, a foul wind surged around them, and the aura of corpses billowed. A strange movement came from behind the archers led by Feng Yi.

With a deafening roar, the ground cracked open, and a sinister figure emerged from the earth, launching a fierce attack on the archers.

The creature was wrapped in bandages, its hair disheveled, resembling a human but not a living being. Its fingernails were sharp, two fangs protruded from its mouth, and its eyes were bloodshot. Its claws sliced through the archers' armor like paper, offering no resistance whatsoever, leaving them all disemboweled.

With each death, the creature absorbed the corpse's yin energy, growing stronger with each kill.

While bows and crossbows were powerful, they had a fatal flaw: once the enemy closed in, the archers became lambs to the slaughter. This evil creature appeared without warning; Feng Yi hadn't noticed his rear and was thrown into chaos.

Fortunately, a squad of shield-bearers provided cover on the flank. Feng Yi immediately summoned close-combat reinforcements. The shield-bearers numbered about three hundred, mainly soldiers from the Western Regions army—tall, strong, and powerful fighters.

They quickly charged into the fray, splitting into two groups: two hundred protected the archers' front to prevent Tianjian Valley from taking advantage of the chaos, while the remaining one hundred surrounded and killed the uninvited guest.

With an equal number of people, the disciples of Tianjian Valley were not afraid of any strong soldiers. As soon as their sword formation came together, they dismantled the attack of the shield-wielding swordsmen.

However, the fanged monster covered in bandages was even more ferocious, fighting a hundred men single-handedly without being at a disadvantage. Despite being struck by weapons, it remained unharmed, its claws and claws striking down enemies without mercy. In an instant, over a hundred swordsmen and shield bearers were wiped out.

The monster continued its attack, charging into the archers' camp like a tiger among sheep. Feng Yi's face darkened, and he drew his bow, unleashing a barrage of deadly arrows from all sides to kill the bandaged

monster. The arrows, which should have been unstoppable, only penetrated half an inch before the monster roared and forced them back. Feng Yi focused his mind, conjuring an arrow with his blood, preparing to unleash the Sun-Locking Arrow again. Unexpectedly, the monster roared to the sky, and the soldiers he had killed slowly rose, their eyes glowing green, and began to surround Feng Yi.

"Corpse Poison from the Fiend Domain?"

Feng Yi's expression changed drastically. His martial arts were primarily ranged attacks, and these zombie soldiers surrounding him greatly reduced the effectiveness of his archery. To make matters worse, a strange figure covered in corpse poison was lurking nearby, ready to pounce.

Seeing two groups of soldiers annihilated in an instant, Feng Yi knew it was unwise to linger. He immediately used his lightness skill to escape the battlefield, leaving behind a harsh remark: "That hypocritical Heavenly Sword Valley, actually colluding with the Corpse Demons of the Fiend Domain!"

Wei Jianming couldn't help but inwardly groan.

The corpse soldiers pounced on the remaining two hundred swordsmen, instantly wiping out all the guards on the mountainside.

Realizing their ill intentions, Wei Jianming immediately held his sword across his chest, ordering his disciples to strictly guard their sword formation positions. Meanwhile, a group of corpse soldiers glared fiercely at the Heavenly Sword Valley members, and a great battle was imminent.

Suddenly, the eerie bell rang, and two figures darted out of the snow. One was so white that he almost blended into his surroundings, while the other was strikingly black, like ink stains on white paper. These were none other than the Black and White Impermanence of the Fiend Realm.

The White Impermanence chuckled, "Young Master Wei, don't be nervous. We mean no harm."

Wei Jianming snorted, "Surrounding us with a bunch of corpse soldiers, is this your goodwill?"

The White Impermanence coughed awkwardly and gave the Black Impermanence a look. The Black Impermanence nodded and shouted at the bandaged corpse ghost, "Jiang Chen, quickly order these corpse soldiers to retreat!"

The corpse ghost named Jiang Chen roared, and the corpse soldiers retreated, not daring to act rashly.

Bai Wuchang laughed, "Young Master Wei, are you satisfied now?"

Wei Jianming said calmly, "Why should I lend a hand? Have you forgotten that in the battle of Fengdu, my mother wiped out the elite of your Fiend Domain?"

Bai Wuchang's face stiffened, but he quickly recovered and said, "Times have changed. Back then, Cang Shitian fought alongside Valley Master Yu, but what about now?"

Wei Jianming remained silent, his eyes fixed on the group of half-human, half-ghost beings.

Bai Wuchang laughed, "Young Master Wei, there's no need for such tension. You'll soon see our sincerity!" With that, he snapped his fingers, and Jiang Chen's red eyes lit up. He turned and rushed towards the top of the valley, the corpse soldiers following him.

White Impermanence said, "The Heavenly Sword Valley's sword formation is incredibly powerful, but everyone has their specialty. Jiang Chen is poisoned by the Ten Thousand Corpse Poison, which can turn living people into zombie soldiers. These mere thousand or so ambushes will be dealt with quickly!"

Jiang Chen, this zombie demon, is the nemesis of thousands of troops. Just a little bit of the poison will turn him into a zombie. One soldier will infect another, and they will spread the infection. In no time, all the ambushes on the mountaintop will become Jiang Chen's subordinates.

Wei Jianming's face darkened. The enemy's forces had reached more than 1,300 men, and there was also the unpredictable Jiang Chen. If they really launched an attack, he didn't know if these two hundred or so men could withstand them.

Black Impermanence said, "Young Master Wei, Black and White Impermanence are here on the orders of the Emperor to assist you. We will protect the Heavenly Sword Valley lords on our way to Jinling!"

White Impermanence made a gesture of invitation and stepped aside to make way. The Black and White Impermanence's back-and-forth left Wei Jianming even more confused.

Along the way, the Fiend Army soldiers not only did not harm Heavenly Sword Valley in the slightest, but also diligently escorted them to Jinling territory.

Hearing this, Chu Wanbing snorted, "These two fiends are truly cunning, putting on this escort show to try and tie us to them!"

At this moment, Hongjun walked over and said, "The Fiend Army is different from the demon race, not under the direct control of the general, and after the battle of Fengdu, everyone is terrified of the Fiend Army. It would be unwise to associate with them!"

Chu Wanbing said, "The Daoist is right. Emperor Li is now all alone. Although he has hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers, only a few of his subordinates can truly lead. His assistance to Jianming is definitely for ulterior motives!"

Long Hui said, "The Fiend Army's assistance to Heavenly Sword Valley..." "This matter will probably spread throughout the world in a few days."

Chu Wanbing's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "If this matter spreads, it will probably attract even more forces to deal with us!"

Long Hui sighed. He had already seen through the Sha Domain's intentions. Their seemingly helpful intentions were actually aimed at dragging them into the mess. After all, Long Hui had already established relations with the demon race. If the Sha Domain, which was hated by both gods and men, were to join them, it would attract even more martial arts figures. By next spring, with Cang Shitian's army and a constant stream of talented individuals, the Jiangnan rebels would be in dire straits. They would then have no choice but to cooperate even more deeply with the Sha Domain.

If this were to happen, the rebels would sink deeper and deeper, and Emperor Li could use the alliance to collect Yin Souls on a large scale. When the rebels were on the verge of collapse, the Sha Domain would stab them in the back, just like someone who eats opium. The more they eat, the more addicted they become, and the more harmful it becomes, but they cannot control themselves and can only walk step by step toward destruction.

Just as Long Hui was deep in thought, a loud noise suddenly came from the distant mountains and forests, and everyone immediately went on high alert.

A few breaths later, many ferocious beasts burst forth from the forest, their movements panicked, as if fleeing for their lives.

Behind the herd appeared a gigantic, shadowy figure, twelve feet tall, its body wrapped in bandages bearing inscriptions of demonic energy. With a swift movement of its left hand, a python was devoured; with a swift movement of its right, a leopard became its meal. It was a predator that fed on wild beasts.

Wei Jianming reminded him, "Brother-in-law, that's Jiang Chen!"

Long Hui stared at the colossal creature before him, recalling Lu Mingluan's words about the ultimate corpse-refining method of the Fiend Domain, which could create a Corpse King. This Corpse King would possess immense strength and a body as hard as metal, far surpassing the slow-moving, decaying corpse soldiers.

However, this method required the sacrifice of ten thousand people, extracting their flesh, bones, and tendons, mixing them with Yin Stone and strange iron, so that the corpse would possess both the mobility of a living person and an indestructible body.

Chu Wanbing was also familiar with the affairs of the Fiend Domain and asked curiously, "These Yin Stones and Strange Irons are easy to find, but where did the flesh and blood of ten thousand people come from? You must know that since the Battle of Fengdu, the world has been extremely wary of the Fiend Domain. If Emperor Li were to commit such a heinous act, it would surely attract encirclement and suppression from all sides. Given the current state of the Fiend Domain, it simply cannot cope with it. How could Emperor Li provoke such a powerful enemy when his strength has not yet recovered?"

At this moment, Hei Bai Wuchang floated out from behind the woods. The two bowed and said, "His Majesty has ordered Hei Bai

Wuchang to come and pay respects to General Long." Long Hui said indifferently, "You two envoys are too kind. I am flattered! It is you who have protected my uncle so well that I am deeply grateful."

Hei Bai Wuchang chuckled and gestured to the back. Several corpse soldiers carried a box and placed it on the ground. Hei Bai Wuchang opened the lock with their hands. Inside, there was a box of dazzling gold.

Long Hui said calmly, "What do you two mean by this?"

Bai Wuchang said, "Some time ago, my lord had some friction with the general, and specially ordered me to send this humble gift as an apology. Please accept it, General!"

Chu Wanbing stood side by side with Long Hui and said coldly, "Since you know it's a meager gift, how dare you give it away? We don't even care about this little bit of gold!"

If it weren't for the desperate battle in Fengdu, her father wouldn't have buried the sword Naihe. Chu Wanbing hated the people of the Sha Domain to the bone, so she wouldn't give them a good look.

Bai Wuchang wasn't angry and smiled, "Madam Long is right. Aren't the demon race, the Qin family, and the Cui family all incredibly wealthy? This meager gift is truly unworthy of our attention, but this is only a small part of the gift. The bigger gift is yet to come."

Hei Wuchang casually tossed down a bloody human head.

White Impermanence said, "This is the head of Chang Kai, the garrison commander of Cangcheng. Please take a look, General!"

Long Hui was slightly taken aback and frowned, saying, "Cangcheng has tens of thousands of troops stationed there, including many elite warriors from the Western Regions. How did the envoy manage to take Chang Kai's head?"

Black Impermanence said, "This head was taken by my brother and me working together. Although the army is powerful, it cannot guard against lurking ghosts!"

White Impermanence chimed in, "Even a mighty lion can be brought down by a scorpion's sting!"

Their words, spoken in unison, implied that although the rebel army was exceptionally powerful, it was also vulnerable to sneak attacks. Their words were both boastful and threatening.

Long Hui remained calm and said, "The two envoys saved my uncle, and I should have hosted a banquet to express my gratitude. However, the Twelve Earthly Branches Formation is about to be completed, and I was afraid it would cause inconvenience to your return journey. Therefore, I can only express my gratitude verbally again!"

Long Hui's stance was very firm, directly giving him a cold shoulder and not giving him any opportunity to make a fuss. He absolutely refused to have anything to do with the Fiend Domain.

An alliance with the Fiend Domain would be equivalent to having countless soldiers, which would be a great help to the Jiangnan rebels who were short of troops and generals. However, Long Hui always stuck to his position and refused to have anything to do with the Fiend Domain. Both publicly and privately, Chu Wanbing was very gratified. Her heart sweetened, and she thought to herself that she had finally not married the wrong person.

White Impermanence's face darkened, and he squinted, saying, "General, you are too kind. Jinling is a prosperous city, and we are too travel-worn to enter. His Majesty's decree is for Black and White Impermanence to assist you in battle."

Long Hui smiled and said, "Emperor Li is too kind. The Fiend Domain is currently short-handed, and I cannot allow your territory to waste its resources. I appreciate your kindness."

Hongjun transmitted his voice, "General, the formation is about to be completed, and it is not advisable for outsiders to be present!"

Long Hui understood and made a gesture of invitation, "Gentlemen, the formation is about to be activated, please!"

Black Impermanence's face darkened, and he snorted, "We have come from afar, and your actions seem somewhat inhumane!"

Long Hui said calmly, "When the formation is activated, all non-military personnel will be suppressed. I am acting in the best interests of the two envoys."

White Impermanence said, "Although we do not possess the unparalleled martial arts of the General, we are not ordinary people either."

These two black and white ghosts seem determined to stay here and force me to form an alliance with them! Long Hui's heart tightened, and he said calmly, "Words are meaningless, so let's make a bet!"

Bai Wuchang asked, "What does the general have in mind?"

Long Hui gathered his energy in his palm and casually drew a line in the air, leaving a deep mark on the ground. He said, "The limit is half an incense stick's worth. If the two envoys can cross this line, I will grant them free passage."

He then glanced at Jiang Chen and said, "Of course, that friend covered in bandages can also participate. If any one of the three can cross the line, I will consider it a loss." Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang

were taken aback. This bet was very advantageous to them. After a moment's thought, they nodded in agreement: "Then it's a deal!"

Long Hui had someone light incense and candles, stood proudly with his hands behind his back before the boundary line, and said arrogantly, "Make your move!" Wuchang

suddenly split into two, their black and white afterimages striking his wings, making it difficult for Long Hui to defend himself on both sides, forcing him to cross the boundary.

Long Hui raised his hand, seemingly as light as a feather, yet as heavy as Mount Tai, revealing his unparalleled foundation. His vast inner energy formed boundless pressure, blocking the Black and White Impermanence beyond the boundary.

The two exchanged a glance, made up their minds, and used the Demonic Domain Technique to summon Yin spirits. Instantly, Netherworld power cleared

a path, forcibly breaking through the boundary. Long Hui coldly snorted, flipped his palm upwards, and struck the sky. Instantly, the clouds churned, and the mist transformed into a rain of thousands of arrows, descending upon the heavens.

Wei Jianming was immediately taken aback and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother-in-law's move is so similar to the archery technique used by Feng Yi..."

Wei Xuexin replied with a smile, "Jianming, your brother-in-law has a unique skill called Formless, which can imitate all martial arts in the world. After listening to your account of the battle, your brother-in-law must have already figured out the secret of the Cloud Sea Flying Spirit." Wei Jianming clicked

his tongue in amazement, "I've heard of learning on the spot quite a few times, but to comprehend the profound meaning after only hearing the battle once is too exaggerated..."

Wei Xuexin raised her eyebrows and said, "Silly boy, just watch quietly!"

The cloud arrows fell, first breaking the evil aura, then destroying the power of the underworld, forcing the Black and White Impermanence to cross the line.

Chu Wanbing whispered, "Although this little thief is unwilling to ally with the Fiend Domain, he doesn't want to immediately antagonize them either, otherwise those two black and white ghosts would have already lost half their lives!"

Unable to launch a direct attack, the Black and White Impermanence resorted to their sinister and hidden magic. They conjured dozens of illusory figures, weaving through the rain of arrows while simultaneously obscuring Long Hui's vision, taking advantage of the chaos.

Long Hui grunted and sneered arrogantly, "Demons and monsters, how can little devils stir up any trouble!"

His mighty power erupted, unleashing the famous breaking move of the Martial Arts Technique—overcoming complexity with force! Ignoring their variations, Long Hui met each attack with a single strike, his vast and powerful strength forcefully suppressing the black and white ghost figures.

Frustrated by repeated setbacks, the Impermanence immediately summoned the Corpse King for assistance. Jiang Chen roared, raising his arm and striking, his claws closing in.

As soon as Long Hui regained his footing, he took a step forward, facing Jiang Chen's monstrous strength. He used speed to counter force, and Long Hui's palm moved in a swift, circular motion, both light and fast, completely dissipating Jiang Chen's immense power.

"Good heavens, this brute force is almost comparable to Xiao Yu'er's Qilin Divine Power!"

Long Hui secretly praised, quickly seizing position and using agile leg techniques to sweep Jiang Chen's lower body.

Losing his lower body, Jiang Chen's massive body immediately lost its balance. Just as he was about to fall, Jiang Chen braced himself with his arms on the ground, immediately leaping up and regaining his footing. It was quite remarkable that someone of such a large size could be so agile! Before Long Hui could prepare to follow up, he saw Jiang Chen's figure blur, moving with unimaginable speed, instantly circling behind him, his sharp claws striking directly at his back.

Long Hui immediately etherealized his inner energy, adjusted his true essence, and used the "Borrowing the Power from Heaven" technique to absorb the opponent's power and then counterattack.

The double recoil sent Jiang Chen flying into the air. At that moment, the Black and White Impermanence immediately used their movement techniques to try and cross the boundary.

Long Hui secretly channeled his Kui Water True Essence, instantly creating giant waves on the snow. Wave after wave of snowstorms forced the two Impermanence ghosts to retreat.

Seeing the incense and candles about to burn out, the White Impermanence shouted, "Jiang Chen, rush over there! Stop fighting!"

Jiang Chen, still in mid-air, wanted to continue fighting Long Hui, but upon hearing this, he immediately transformed into a streak of red light and rushed towards the boundary.

Long Hui followed suit, urging the snow waves to block his path, but Jiang Chen possessed immense strength and was further empowered by Yin energy; the snow waves could not hinder him in the slightest.

Ten steps from the boundary, Long Hui, unwilling to be defeated, immediately activated the Xuan Yin Ice Wheel. The snow-covered landscape gained even more chill, condensing snow into cones to encircle the Corpse King. The use of ice cones in the snow made the attack twice

as effective. Long Hui, with the advantage of terrain, unleashed his ultimate technique with even greater power. A deluge of sharp cones rained down, trapping Jiang Chen within their layers. Jiang Chen's eyes gleamed red, ignoring the ice cones and forcibly breaking through. His body was as hard as stone, impervious to pain. The ice cones shattered, and he forcefully tore a gap in Long Hui's defenses. Only half a step from the boundary remained, and Chu Wanbing, Wei Xuexin, and the others held their breath.

The eighth chapter, "New Year's Allure

," suddenly resounded with a deafening roar. Just as Jiang Chen was about to step onto the boundary, a flash of light appeared before him—dragon energy blocked his path.

Jiang Chen was fast, but Long Hui was even faster. He had already intercepted the enemy outside the line, raising his arm and unleashing a tremendous force that sent the towering corpse flying back.

The incense and candles burned out, and the outcome was clear.

Long Hui was not arrogant; he smiled faintly and said, "I admit it. Please leave, everyone!"

The Black and White Impermanence sighed and said helplessly, "Thank you for your mercy, General. We will take our leave!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chen suddenly launched an attack, roaring to the sky. The corpse soldiers who accompanied him also howled and rushed towards Long Hui and the others in a frenzy.

Seeing this, the Black and White Impermanence hurriedly pulled out their ghost bells and shook them. The jingling sound was continuous, and the ferocious aura of the corpse soldiers instantly subsided. However, Jiang Chen's violent and ferocious aura remained undiminished. The strips of cloth wrapped around his body, covered in the script of death, instantly tore apart, revealing a body covered in scales. His eyes shone with a dazzling red light. At the same time, the wind and clouds changed color, and crimson lightning reappeared in the sky. The White Impermanence hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Jiang Chen, you mustn't be rude..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Chen swept his hand, and a strong air current swept over, actually blasting the White Impermanence dozens of steps away.

This Corpse King was personally trained by Emperor Li and was by no means something that the Black and White Impermanence could control. Fortunately, it was the Ghostly Token bestowed by Emperor Li that could suppress the ferocity of this Corpse King. Now that Jiang Chen had been beaten to a pulp by Long Hui, his bloodthirsty nature had completely gone out of control, and the Ghostly Token had lost its suppressive effect.

Black Impermanence, fearing that Jiang Chen would offend Long Hui and his backers, hurriedly warned, "This corpse has gone mad, General, be careful!"

Jiang Chen threw a punch, but Long Hui neither dodged nor evaded, coldly snorting, "Insolence!"

As soon as these two words were uttered, Long Hui violently inhaled and exhaled, the air seeming to be condensed like a bomb being spewed from his throat, like a dragon's roar. The surrounding air suddenly exploded, the huge shockwave and sound resounding throughout the area.

Before the sound subsided, the Heavenly Dragon Yuan Gong was suddenly activated, and he also threw a punch to meet Jiang Chen's attack. The two fists collided, the powerful impact squeezing a vacuum within a ten-step radius.

In the first strike, both felt extraordinary. Jiang Chen's monstrous strength was astonishing, actually able to directly block the Heavenly Dragon Yuan Gong without injury, only slightly swaying half of his body.

Long Hui raised his fist and threw another, this time the vacuum around him turned into a chaotic airflow.

Jiang Chen's eyes turned bloodshot with rage, and he pushed forward with both hands, the force surging and swirling, dispersing the surrounding violent airflow.

Fist and palm clashed, another deafening roar erupting. The Corpse King, ever stronger when facing a powerful opponent, showed no sign of yielding, not even taking a single step back.

Jiang Chen opened his fanged, blood-red mouth, exhaling a foul, corpse-like stench, as if taunting Long Hui.

Long Hui sneered, "A mere corpse dares to be arrogant? Kneel down obediently before me!"

Before his words even finished, Long Hui pressed down with a palm towards Jiang Chen's head.

The Heavenly Dragon sneered, and thunder roared. Everyone, friend and foe alike, felt a deafening roar above their heads, as if a sudden clap of thunder had struck and then crashed down. Even Jiang Chen's iron-clad body was shaken, his very bones throbbing with pain. The

Corpse King, who was normally unconscious, felt a surge of anxiety and fear. He raised his hands, crossed them, and braced himself against Long Hui's palm.

The dragon's breath was powerful and unparalleled. Under such circumstances, any attempt to overcome strength with gentleness was futile, let alone for Jiang Chen, who only knew how to launch a relentless attack. He was immediately forced to kneel in submission. It was the Mysterious Heaven Descending Corpse Ancestor, the Dragon's Might Subduing Jiang Chen.

After forcing Jiang Chen to kneel, Long Hui seized his arm and flung the towering figure away, uttering two words: "Get lost!"

Jiang Chen gasped for breath, the fierce glint in his eyes diminishing slightly, replaced by an inexplicable light.

Bai Wuchang hurriedly pulled out his Ghost Token and shouted, "Jiang Chen, His Majesty's decree is here! You must retreat immediately!" Jiang Chen growled a few times, turned, and left, his footsteps echoing like drums.

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang bowed and said, "This monster is impolite and has offended the general. Please forgive him!"

Long Hui said, "You're too kind. Please, you two messengers, leave."

The two didn't linger and turned to leave.

Hongjun said, "General, the time is just right. Please return to the beacon tower."

Long Hui responded with a "Yes, sir."

Hongjun took out a brocade pouch containing a blood talisman and said, "This talisman was made by collecting the blood essence of our righteous soldiers. Once the formation is fully formed, it will remember the aura on the blood talisman. If an outsider enters the formation and makes a move, their strength will be immediately reduced by more than half."

Longhui laughed and said, "Wonderful! Such a method also avoids the trouble of outsiders spying on the formation's strength."

Ordinary defensive formations, in addition to resisting attacks from external enemies, also restrict the strength of those who enter the formation. Therefore, in order to prevent their own people from being affected by the formation, those who set up the formation will teach some techniques. If there are few people, they can keep quiet. But for the tens of thousands of people in the Dragon Scale Army, there are too many people and too many mouths. The enemy can find the gaps in the Earthly Branch Formation by sending a few scouts. So Hongjun simply used blood instead of people, mobilizing disciples of the three religions to collect the blood of their own people, thereby extracting blood essence and writing this blood talisman.

Chu Wanbing glanced at the blood talisman and said, "I learned from my mother that besides direct blood relatives, there are some people whose blood can be fused. However, this blood essence is the concentrated form of blood, and it is also the most core part of blood. Everyone's blood is different, so it is the best way to distinguish friend from foe!"

Hongjun smiled and said, "General Long, what Madam Long said is very true."

Hongjun stepped forward with his feet in a celestial stance, holding the Star Dipper, drawing his qi back to its source, and storing his essence in the earth. The earth qi of the twelve cities moved according to the time, intertwining with each other. Long Hui and the others immediately felt refreshed and relaxed. This was the miraculous effect of the Twelve Earthly Branches Formation, which enhanced their own strength and restricted the enemy's power.

Back home, Qin Suya and Cui Die were already sitting in chairs, both smiling radiantly and charmingly. Upon inquiry, they learned what had happened. At the Snow Viewing Festival, Qin Suya was dressed in a magnificent gown, her beautiful face and fragrant fragrance attracting the attention of many noble ladies and socialites.

Then, Cui Die seized the opportunity, intentionally or unintentionally steer the conversation towards the rare treasures of the Panlong Sacred Vein. The noble ladies and socialites immediately became interested, and Cui Die then gifted each of them a present. She believed that within three to five days, the heads of these wealthy families would send people to purchase them.

Upon hearing this news, Long Hui was overjoyed and embraced Qin Suya and Cui Die, showering them with affection and tenderness.

After dinner, the snow that had been falling for days finally stopped. Long Hui couldn't help but sigh, "People say good things come in pairs, and today there's more than one good thing."

Chu Wanbing laughed, "You're so smug, aren't you? Good things, indeed! Today I almost had my eyebrow shaved off by that corpse demon."

Long Hui said, "You brat, always arguing with me. That corpse demon is incredibly strong and has thick skin. Go and fight it if you dare!"

Chu Wanbing got angry as soon as she heard that, stomping her foot and scolding, "You're not a man!"

Long Hui chuckled, "You brat, if I weren't a man, how could I have..."

At the mention of last night, Chu Wanbing immediately blushed, clenching her fists to punch him. Long Hui chuckled and turned away.

Using various rare treasures, Long Hui pried open the pockets of the Jiangnan gentry, making a fortune. He used this to both open granaries to win over the people and expand his military.

Before they knew it, the year was drawing to a close. On New Year's Eve, Jinling was enveloped in a festive atmosphere. The Long Mansion was brightly decorated, not only for the holiday but also for the blooming flowers, their fragrance filling the air, and the sounds of birdsong filling the air.

Chu Wanbing was personally cooking, her sleeves rolled up, revealing her ivory-like arms as she stir-fried various dishes. An apron hung in front of her, making her look like a charming cook, with a unique flair.

Beside the kitchen was a roaring oven, over which a suckling pig was roasting. Bai Lingyu, having spent a long time in the military, had a special skill in roasting meat, roasting the pig until the fat glistened and the meat was incredibly fragrant, making one's mouth water.

"Lingyu, is your roasting done?"

Chu Wanbing deftly poured the food from the pot into plates and turned to ask.

Bai Lingyu hummed in agreement, flicking her iron fork to flip the nearly 100-pound roast pig. She then wielded her knife, slicing the suckling pig into pieces. Just then, Chu Wanbing flashed by with a plate, catching it with a deft hand and piling the roast pork into a basin without spilling a single piece.

Chu Wanbing giggled, "The dishes are all ready, let's take them upstairs."

She then ordered a maid to carry the dishes into the dining room. Outside, the snow had stopped falling, and the scene was a crystal-clear snowscape.

After setting the table, Chu Wanbing frowned and asked, "Where is our husband?"

Qin Suya smiled, "Our husband went to fetch Master Mu. They should be back soon after we've set the table."

As Long Hui's teacher's wife, Mu Xin'er was treated with the respect due to a daughter-in-law by all the other women. Therefore, on New Year's Eve, Mu Xin'er, as the mother-in-law, would sit in the main seat. Luo Qingyan and Yu Xiuting, as mothers-in-law, would only come to pay their respects on the second day of the New Year, accompanied by Long Hui and the "Ice and Snow Twins." Thus, they remained at Wutong Garden and Yanliu Residence, not at the Long residence.

At this moment, a carriage pulled up in front of the gate. Long Hui alighted and helped a beautifully dressed woman down from the carriage. She was mature, elegant, and breathtakingly beautiful, even overshadowing the snow-covered scenery.

Eight women greeted her with radiant smiles and led Mu Xin'er inside.

At the round table, Mu Xin'er sat in the main seat, Long Hui in the second seat, and the other women took their seats in order.

Mu Xin'er smiled and said, "Long Hui, your New Year's Eve banquet is quite unique, with all sorts of ingenious dishes."

Long Hui replied, "Teacher's wife, you flatter me. Isn't my home also your home?"

Mu Xin'er was overjoyed.

Last time, Chu Wanbing had a disagreement with Mu Xin'er because of Gao Hong. This time, she obediently poured Mu Xin'er a glass of wine and said, "Mother, this is amber wine that your daughter-in-law specially brewed for you. It's mild and won't make you feel drunk. Please try it." Mu Xin'er smiled gently, held the glass in her delicate hand, and drank it all in one gulp. A faint pink blush rose from her jade-like neck.

"Bing'er is truly skillful. This wine isn't spicy at all; it's perfect for women,"

Mu Xin'er praised, having long forgotten the unpleasantness of the past.

Chu Wanbing then placed a piece of crystal-clear, jade-like pastry on Mu Xin'er's plate and said, "Mother, this is Cloud Rain Paste. Please try it."

Mu Xin'er took a bite; it melted in her mouth, soft and delicious.

Mu Xin'er glanced at the women and asked curiously, "Eight ladies, why is one missing?"

Long Hui smiled and said, "Yi'er specially prepared a dance to celebrate the New Year!"

Qin Suya smiled sweetly, her delicate hands playing the zither, while Chu Wanbing gracefully rose and played the flute. Instantly, the zither and flute harmonized, the music captivating. Lianyi, dressed in a green skirt and wide-sleeved robe, moved gracefully, exuding unparalleled charm.

After Lianyi gracefully entered the room, Chu Wanbing and Qin Suya suddenly changed the tune, and Lianyi was already dancing to the cha-cha. Her hips swayed and her waist moved, her posture beautiful and graceful, her face smiling. Her dance was like willow catkins swaying in the wind, like vines climbing.

Long Hui secretly glanced at Mu Xin'er and found that she was completely absorbed in Lianyi's dance.

Suddenly, the music of the zither and flute changed dramatically, from gentle to soaring, as if iron horses and icy rivers had entered a dream. Ripples and jade feet lightly touched the ground, kicking out dense dance steps, like golden pearls falling onto a jade plate. Her graceful figure was swayed in a way that was beyond words. Her clothes clung tightly to her delicate body. With each step, her breasts swayed and rolled, exuding an alluring charm.

Mu Xin'er casually recited a poem: "Graceful as a startled swan, emerald robes dance like a dragon. Light clouds veil the bright moon, flowing wind praises the swirling snow."

Lianyi gracefully bowed: "Thank you, Master's wife, for the poem."

Mu Xin'er helped her up and smiled: "Yi'er is truly well-behaved and lovely, with elegant dance moves. Long Hui is truly blessed to have married you."

The New Year's Eve dinner ended in a joyful atmosphere. The entire city of Jinling was brightly lit, and even the thirty-six counties of Jiangnan were filled with a peaceful atmosphere. In Jiangnan, there is a custom that on New Year's Eve, adult men and women must wait quietly for midnight to arrive, called "keeping watch over the New Year," symbolizing good fortune and vitality. Elders prepare lucky money for the younger generation at midnight.

Mu Xin'er glanced at the time, then got up and went into the side room, closed the door, and put the lucky money into a red silk pouch. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Mu Xin'er asked sweetly, "Who is it?"

Long Hui's familiar voice sounded outside the door: "Sister Mu, it's me."

Mu Xin'er was startled and gently opened the door.

Long Hui was secretly excited, and somewhat impatient. He walked in and casually closed the door, taking out a jade box from his pocket and handing it to her, saying, "Sister Mu, this is a New Year's gift from your younger brother."

Mu Xin'er smiled and said, "You naughty boy, what trick are you playing now?"

Long Hui laughed, "You'll see when you see it."

Mu Xin'er opened the jade box, inside which was a mutton-fat jade bottle.

Long Hui said, "This is the Morning Dream Dew."

Mu Xin'er's face changed, and she said in surprise, "Is this the Everlasting Dew that the noble ladies of Jinling are scrambling for today?" After Long Hui promoted the Morning Dream Dew, those noble ladies felt the effects after using it, and privately called it the Everlasting Dew. They loved the Morning Dream Dew very much, and Cui Die used a limited edition to make a bottle of Morning Dream Dew so expensive that it was terrifying.

Long Hui said, "That's right. However, what I sell to the public are all low-grade products, while the bottle I gave to Sister Mu is a high-grade product."

The Morning Dream Dew is also divided into three grades: high, medium, and low. The high-grade product is reserved for the women around him, while the medium-grade product is given to beauties of the demon race such as Teng Ji, Yue Ling, and Ming Xue. As for the low-grade product, it's just to make money off suckers.

Mu Xin'er tried to open the lid and immediately smelled a rich, exotic fragrance that was refreshing and delightful. Her starry eyes smiled as she looked at Long Hui and said, "You little rascal, you're so thoughtful. You have

n't forgotten your mother now that you have a wife." Long Hui pulled her into his arms and kissed her earlobe, saying, "Sister Mu, I've never forgotten you."

Mu Xin'er felt weak and hot all over. She pushed against his chest with her delicate hands and said reproachfully, "You brat... this is your home. Behave yourself. If Su Ya sees this, we'll be ruined!"

Long Hui's hands were like iron hoops, not loosening at all. He held this delicate and quiet beauty tightly, saying, "Sister Mu, this lotion needs to be applied all over the body to be effective. Let me do it for you."

Hearing these extremely lewd words, Mu Xin'er was both ashamed and angry. She bit her lip and spat, "You heartless bastard, how can you say such things..."

Before she could finish her sentence, it was blocked in her throat. It turned out that Long Hui's lips had domineeringly covered her mouth.

After a brief kiss, Long Hui released the beautiful woman's slightly swollen lips and said softly, "Although this dew has the effect of preserving youth, you don't need it now, sister. It's probably too early to use it in thirty or fifty years."

"Your mouth is so sweet it's deadly!"

Mu Xin'er laughed, her long eyes slightly upturned, as charming as could be.

Long Hui reached out and cupped her pretty face, slowly sliding down her smooth neck to her delicate collarbone. Then, with skillful fingers, he gently parted her clothes, revealing her voluptuous, fair skin. Her blue patterned bodice hugged her full breasts, which trembled slightly with her nervous breathing.

There was a loud knocking at the door, followed by a clear female voice: "Master's wife, do you need Suya's help?"

Just as she feared, Mu Xin'er's face changed drastically. She tried to steady her voice and said, "Suya, Master's wife can manage on her own. You go and play with your sisters first!"

Qin Suya said "Oh," and her footsteps gradually faded away.

Mu Xin'er glared at Long Hui, reaching to button her clothes. Long Hui quickly stopped her, enraging Mu Xin'er. She stretched out her arm, intending to slap him, but Long Hui reacted swiftly, grabbing her arm and pulling her into his embrace.

Mu Xin'er froze, their eyes meeting. A wave of intense, surging sensation washed over her. Long Hui lowered his head and kissed her, taking her luscious lips into his mouth. Mu Xin'er blinked her watery eyes, tolerating the boy's audacity and accepting his wild tongue.

Seeing her eyes sparkling, her shy beauty breathtaking, Long Hui's heart surged. He couldn't help but hold her tightly, determined not to let go even if Little Phoenix came knocking.

Mu Xin'er's eyes were filled with allure, her long-dormant body limply leaning against the man's chest, willingly offering her sweet saliva to Long Hui.

After kissing for a while, Mu Xin'er was a little out of breath, so she turned her head away from Long Hui's passionate kiss, her pretty face flushed as she scolded, "You really are something, you already have eight beautiful wives in the house, and you still want to provoke this old woman."

"Who says I'm old? Look, my breasts are so firm and perky, even Suya's aren't as big or perky as yours."

Long Hui cradled her two heavy breasts through her clothes, his fingers gently kneading the nipples between them. Mu Xin'er moaned softly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her voluptuous body exuded a mature aura, as if a man could squeeze harder and those breasts would leak sweet nectar.

"It's no use touching them, I won't give them to you."

Mu Xin'er's eyes darted away, avoiding Long Hui's gaze.

Long Hui stopped his roughness and stared at her blankly: "What are you saying all of a sudden!"

"I'm your master's wife. Now you have a harem of wives and concubines, you're too busy to handle them all. Don't put your heart into me anymore, and I don't intend to continue down this path. After all, our status is what it is..."

Mu Xin'er bit her lip and said, lowering her head.

Like a bolt from the blue, it took Long Hui a while to react. He stretched out his arm and pulled Mu Xin'er into his arms, saying hatefully, "Is it all because of that so-called moral code? You're just my master's wife, not my mother. What's wrong with that?!"

Mu Xin'er sighed softly and shook her head, saying, "No, really, you can't..."

Long Hui ripped off her bodice, and her two breasts sprang out with his rough movements, plump and fleshy, exposed to the air. The cold air made the nipples on the mountaintops contract and stand erect.

Long Hui domineeringly kneaded one of her tender white breasts and snorted, "It's that so-called moral code again. What's wrong with me breaking it? Don't even mention you, Sister Mu, even Bing'er's mother is my lover!"

Mu Xin'er's breasts were soft from his kneading, and she felt weak and dizzy. But upon hearing these words, she immediately woke up, opened her mouth, and stared at him in disbelief.

The two stared at each other for a moment, until Mu Xin'er finally broke the silence: "You...you, what did you say! This isn't true!"

Long Hui nodded firmly and said, "It's true, and Bing'er has accepted it!"

Mu Xin'er's face turned pale, and she struggled incessantly: "Let go, I don't want to see you, you bastard, you..."

She was filled with complicated emotions, shame, anger... all mixed together.

Long Hui, observing Mu Xin'er's expression, saw that although she was angry and embarrassed, she wasn't quite resolute. He led her slender hand to his crotch, placing his throbbing member in her hand, saying, "Sister Mu, I'm already hard. Have pity on me tonight… After tonight, I won't be so presumptuous with you again!"

Mu Xin'er licked her full lips, hesitating, "I'll think about it some more. Let me go now. We're not here, and Su Ya will definitely be suspicious. I don't want her to be jealous."

Long Hui laughed, "Su Ya is very magnanimous; she won't be jealous."

Feeling the increasingly hot member in his hand, Mu Xin'er's eyes grew more cloudy, her breathing heavy, "Then… what about Bing'er? She's known throughout the land for her jealousy."

Long Hui slid his hand into the beautiful woman's cleft . With nimble fingers, he teased the clam's mouth until it trembled and secreted fluids, even through several layers of fabric. While arousing the beautiful woman's passion, he said, "Bing'er has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. Her temper comes and goes quickly. A few words of coaxing will do the trick. If that doesn't work, I'll ask her mother to step in. I guarantee this little phoenix will become obedient!"

Mu Xin'er endured the softness and heat in her lower body and spat, "Shameless...you villain, you married someone else's daughter and that's not all, you even reached for your mother-in-law...ah...stop picking, it's so sour!"

Long Hui bent down and alternately nibbled and kissed the two tender jade breasts. Although they were not as plump and full as Bing'er and her mother, they were still delicate and lovely, a few sizes larger than Qin Suya's, and as tender and smooth as water like a woman from Jiangnan. They were very comfortable to eat.

If Luo Qingyan's breasts were like ripe melons, filled with honeyed juices, then Mu Xin'er's breasts were like ripe peaches waiting to be picked. Though not enormous, they were fresh and delicious, and most importantly, they weren't heavy to eat; one bite was all it took, like a dessert after a meal.

Having grown accustomed to the delicacies of the mother and daughter phoenixes, Mu Xin'er's simple dishes were a refreshing change.

Long Hui said, "Sister Mu, don't leave tonight, stay and let me fulfill my filial duty!"

Mu Xin'er blushed with embarrassment, slapped his penis hard, and said angrily, "Shameless bastard, are you trying to embarrass me to death!"

Long Hui hugged Mu Xin'er's plump waist and grinned wickedly, "Yes, yes, I'm a bastard, I'm shameless. Sister Mu, could you help me relieve my lust first? Otherwise, if I get too excited and become mentally impaired, you'll have to take care of a whole bunch of women for me."

Mu Xin'er's heart softened, and she said softly, "I'll use my hand."

Long Hui's eyes darted around, and he hugged Mu Xin'er, sitting down with her on a large chair. He said, "Could you use your mouth?"

Mu Xin'er glared at him fiercely, pinched his ear, and scolded in a low voice, "You little rascal, you're really pushing your luck!" "Master's wife!"

Long Hui chuckled and called out in a slightly coquettish tone.

Mu Xin'er was slightly startled. This "Master's wife" had both the playful coquettishness of a child and a hint of immoral and perverse pleasure.

Long Hui whispered again, "Master's wife, no, Mother...please give it to me!"

Mu Xin'er felt a tingling, itchy sensation all over her body and hurriedly covered Long Hui's mouth with her hand. However, this left her body suspended in mid-air above Long Hui's. Long Hui gently embraced her, and Mu Xin'er fell into his arms with a soft cry of "Aiya!" Long Hui felt his arms filled with her sweet fragrance, her two full, firm breasts pressing heavily against his chest.

His desire reached its peak instantly. Long Hui kissed Mu Xin'er passionately, his hands also wandering, touching her back, waist, buttocks, and cleft... Mu Xin'er trembled and straightened up, sitting cross-legged on Long Hui's body. Her two full, beautiful breasts sprang up, and Long Hui met them with kisses, leaving red finger marks and lipstick marks on her snow-white flesh.

Mu Xin'er murmured, "Don't ejaculate inside."

Long Hui was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, "I will, I will."

"And another thing,"

Mu Xin'er said coquettishly, grabbing Long Hui's collar. "Be gentle, don't mess up my clothes!"

Long Hui patted her round buttocks, signaling her to lift up. Then he reached under her skirt and peeled off the beautiful woman's silk trousers and underpants. Mu Xin'er felt a chill in her lower body, tilted her head back, and shivered a few times. Her wet vulva soaked Long Hui's crotch. He couldn't bear to see Mu Xin'er suffer, so he rolled over and pinned her down. His huge member was even more impatient than I was. Mu Xin'er looked at him in horror and warned again, "Be gentle."

Long Hui pulled down his pants, fully releasing his ferocious and aroused dragon. The dragon suddenly swelled, rushing towards her full and smooth mons pubis like a wild horse. Perhaps he was too excited, because Long Hui staggered and almost fell on top of Mu Xin'er. Mu Xin'er was both ashamed and annoyed, spitting out, "What's your rush?"

Long Hui thrust his thick, green dragon forward and said aggrievedly, "I'm not in a rush." "It's in a hurry."

Mu Xin'er wanted to laugh, and Long Hui also found it absurd and laughed, quickly correcting himself: "Oh, no, it's in a hurry, I'm in a hurry, everyone's in a hurry."

Mu Xin'er couldn't help but burst out laughing. Long Hui's face burned, and he slowly approached the clam's mouth with his erect penis. Mu Xin'er's pretty face turned red, and she slightly parted her snow-white legs. He was shocked to find that the jade clam's mouth had already released crystal-clear honey. Under the soft candlelight, the honey flowed quietly. Long Hui smiled and looked at Mu Xin'er, saying: "Good sister, you're not a honest person either. You're already so wet, yet you keep saying no!"

Mu Xin'er turned her head to the side: "Hurry up."

Long Hui pressed down, and his shiny, thick head first opened the bright red opening. With the honey lubrication, the ferocious shaft was able to enter smoothly, but only halfway in, Mu Xin'er felt uncomfortable all over, and she hit him with a pale face: "I told you to be gentle, you...you bastard."

Long Hui grasped Mu Xin'er's hands, interlacing their fingers. "Sister Mu, I've tried to be gentle. How about I go slower?"

Mu Xin'er trembled. "Do you think I'm one of your highly skilled wives... This is too forceful, oh, it's too thick."

Long Hui had inserted halfway in, but he wasn't about to pull out. His waist tightened, and he continued forward. Mu Xin'er's face paled, moaning as she endured the swelling of her honeyed orifice.

"It seems much thicker than before, it's so swollen."

Mu Xin'er covered her mouth and moaned, exuding extreme charm.

"I think your lower part is much tighter than before, so narrow."

Long Hui bent down and took one of her bright red nipples into his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth. Her moans became even more intoxicating. Hearing Mu Xin'er's sensitive cries, Long Hui inserted even more.

"Is it uncomfortable?"

Mu Xin'er blushed, sensing that Long Hui seemed unsatisfied. "Hurry up, I can take it." Long Hui shook his head and grinned mischievously. "It feels great. My lower body is so tight and slippery, I'm about to ejaculate."

Mu Xin'er was shocked and struggled to sit up. "Pull it out quickly!"

Long Hui pressed down on Mu Xin'er's shoulders and said softly, "Unless you don't call me 'husband,' I will never pull out."

In his passion, Long Hui thrust in even faster, and with a "whoosh," he finally went all the way in. Mu Xin'er felt as if her whole body was falling apart. Instinctively, she raised her legs and wrapped them around Long Hui's waist, her expression extremely tense. "I'm your master's wife, how can I call you 'husband'... Ah, it's so full."

"I don't care, I want Sister Mu to be my wife!"

Long Hui sometimes gently, sometimes roughly kneaded her two full breasts, hoping to alleviate Mu Xin'er's discomfort. Before long, Mu Xin'er was crying softly, her lips moist, her eyes half-closed as she hugged Long Hui. Her raised legs quietly fell back down, only spreading wider, opening her gates wide for the man to take and explore her flower core.

"You heartless brat, all you know how to do is bully your sister... Oh, this is killing me."

Although Mu Xin'er was passively twisting her waist and hips, her vaginal muscles kept writhing and sucking. A strong suction force came from the depths of her honey hole, instantly enveloping the entire dragon spear. Long Hui felt so comfortable that every pore on his body stood up. Long Hui's love was overflowing, and he began to thrust.

Mu Xin'er responded shyly, entwined with him. As the man penetrated deeper, her honey hole became much more lubricated, and her elastic flower path finally allowed Long Hui to roam freely.

Desire surged like a tide, and Long Hui was completely intoxicated by Mu Xin'er's gentleness, feeling incredibly comfortable and at ease. His thrusts were rapid and crisp, the two alluring petals as vibrant as blood.

"Sister Mu, do you know, my biggest wish used to be to get a strapless bra you wore," Long

Hui said, kneading Mu Xin'er's rounded breasts as he thrust.

Mu Xin'er's pretty face flushed crimson, and she bit her lip, scolding, "You... are you sick, you pervert!"

Long Hui grabbed the strapless bra Mu Xin'er had just taken off, held it to his nose, and inhaled the faint, warm scent of milky cream. His penis thickened even more, swelling the beautiful woman's snowy belly, and the head of his penis fiercely bit into the tender flesh of her flower.

"Sister Mu smells so good, even better than the morning dew!"

Long Hui was greatly stimulated. He held the beautiful woman's soft, tender buttocks and thrust hard, pinching her two fleshy buttocks until they were covered with red marks. The snowy white flesh overflowed from between his fingers, like a pool of milky white spring water.

Mu Xin'er was so beautiful that her body stiffened. She wrapped her arms and legs around him at the same time, pressing herself tightly against his chest and burying her head in the crook of his neck.

Long Hui felt that the pair of soft, jade-like breasts against his chest were even more alluring. He couldn't help but say in her ear, "Sister Mu, let go a little, let your little brother see you, kiss you."

Mu Xin'er half-closed her seductive eyes and breathed sweetly in his ear, "I won't let you see... I won't let you kiss me."

Long Hui's ears tingled. He felt that even the hardest steel would melt into tenderness when these sweet words and warm breaths entered his ear.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he took Mu Xin'er's little earlobe into his mouth and licked it, his hands stroking her jade-like back and buttocks, saying, "Wife, let go of my hands, your husband will take good care of you."

Mu Xin'er let out a soft moan, her snow-white body already half-melted, her mouth uttering sweet moans, her legs unable to resist tightly twisting and grinding against his waist, her fair face trembling as she gasped, "No... shameless... who's your wife?"

Just then, bursts of firecrackers sounded outside, and looking through the window, they saw brilliant fireworks rising one after another, it was midnight.

The entire Jinling was filled with jubilation, and the servants and maids in the Long Mansion also ran out to look up at the fireworks.

"Hehe, the New Year is here, let's set off fireworks and get good luck!"

Little Phoenix's sweet and melodious voice rang out in the courtyard, Chu Wanbing was the first to rush out of the courtyard, holding several bundles of firework tubes in her hand, and the women came out of the house one after another with smiles.

Lianyi, beaming, lifted her skirt and ran over to light the fireworks with her sister. With a few whooshes, several clusters of fireworks shot into the sky, exploding into dazzling brilliance.

The colorful light shone on the faces of the women, adding even more beauty to their already charming features.

Chu Wanbing clapped her hands and laughed, "So beautiful! Sister Lianyi, let's light a few more!"

Lianyi said, "Bing'er, we don't have many fireworks. What will my husband and mistress do if we burn them all?"

Chu Wanbing giggled, "That's easy! Sisters, go and invite our master and mistress Mu out!"

Hearing this, the two illicit lovers inside were startled. Long Hui was furious, inwardly cursing the cunning and hateful vixen. Among the women, besides Birou and Wuhen, only these two little vixens knew about his affair with Sister Mu. He never expected that on the New Year's Eve, these two birds would lead a rebellion, bringing a group of sisters to catch him in the act.

Fortunately, Sister Mu had the foresight to not take off all her clothes. Long Hui, secretly reassured, hurriedly said, "Sister Mu, hold me tight, let's go to the inner room to put on our clothes."

Mu Xin'er hummed in agreement, her pretty face flushed, still maintaining the position of her fleshy orifice containing the huge object, but her limbs were wrapped around Long Hui, completely clinging to him.

Long Hui held the fragrant and plump female body in his arms and ran all the way to the inner room, but with the bumps from running, Mu Xin'er's flower core was sore and numb from the impact of the huge dragon, and her skirt was already soaked with a large patch of overflowing honey, which, when blown by the cold air, involuntarily raised a cute goosebump.

As soon as Long Hui entered the inner room and closed the door, he heard Mu Xin'er's long, seductive moan: "Oh..."

Long Hui chuckled inwardly, knowing that Mu Xin'er had reached her climax. Feeling a pang of pity, he immediately disregarded the group of girls outside and exerted all his strength to bring the beauty in his arms to orgasm. He held Mu Xin'er's delicate body and thrust in and out, his penis forcefully penetrating the depths of the beautiful woman's tender orifice, driving Mu Xin'er to climax repeatedly. She wanted to cry out, but fearing to disturb the group of girls outside, she could only bury her head in Long Hui's neck, biting his collar, suppressing all her moans, only letting out heavy, shallow breaths.

"Sister Mu, I'll go out later. Don't panic, get dressed here first,"

Long Hui said in a low voice as he withdrew his wet penis from Mu Xin'er's body.

Mu Xin'er's numb legs returned to the ground, struggling to keep herself from falling, her cheeks flushed as she nodded shyly.

"Husband, Mistress, it's the Spring Festival! Come out and set off fireworks with us!"

The mischievous little phoenix burst through the door, her alluring eyes gleaming with a sly, teasing smile, leading a group of beautiful women, each more alluring than a flower.

Long Hui quickly dressed and casually greeted them, smiling, "Bing'er, your husband is coming out now!"

Chu Wanbing's eyes darted around, and she asked, "Where's Mistress? Why didn't you come out with us? Are you tired and already resting?"

This girl is quite clever; her seemingly unintentional remark was actually deliberate, making Mu Xin'er, who was tidying her clothes inside, blush deeply.

Long Hui coughed and said, "Master's wife is preparing New Year's money for you bunch of sluts; she'll be out in a bit!"

Chu Wanbing no longer kept her eyes tightly shut, her flirtatious eyes darting around Long Hui's face. She cheerfully took his arm and said, "Alright, alright, let's go out and wait for Master's wife!"

Long Hui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but then he thought, how could this jealous girl, who had come all this way, let go so easily? There must be something fishy going on.

Just then, Little Phoenix brought her warm red lips close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, half coquettish and half threatening, she said, "Little thief, I know exactly what you're doing in there. If you don't serve us eight sisters well tonight, you'll be kneeling on the washboard from now on!"

Long Hui shuddered and asked in a low voice, "Good Bing'er, how do you want me to serve you? Give me a clear answer first."

Chu Wanbing's eyes were alluring, her face flushed, she said, "You rascal, I've already given you such a great deal, and you still have to ask questions you already know the answer to!"

As she said this, a blush rose on her neck, and she bit her red lips, saying, "Little thief, I'm not wearing anything under my skirt..."

Long Hui was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, "Even if I strain my back tonight, I'll make sure you all have an unforgettable Spring Festival!"

A few days ago, my good buddy got married, and I had to go to another city to attend the wedding. It was really exhausting...

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