Nine Cauldrons Reincarnation

In August 2000, another ancient tomb was discovered at the construction site of the sports center for the National Games in Changsha, Hunan Province, yielding a large number of cultural relics. Among them, nine bronze tripods and an ancient sword were unearthed from a separate stone chamber; all were rare treasures, appearing as if newly cast despite being buried for a thousand years. After examination by several experts, it was determined that these nine bronze tripods were divine vessels cast by Yu the Great during his flood control efforts, when he divided the land among the nine provinces. The origin of the other treasured sword remains unknown. It is known only to have an ancient design, and based on the age of the tomb, it should be at least a thousand years old, but various methods have failed to determine when it was cast. The discovery of these nine tripods and one sword was already a sensation, and after further examination, they have become national treasures.
It was January 2001. The Nine Tripods and One Sword, approved by the State Council, were to be sent to Beijing for safekeeping. However, at the request of people from all walks of life in Hunan Province, it was decided to hold a public exhibition at the Provincial Museum for half a month before shipping. This news, once announced by the media, immediately caused a sensation throughout Changsha, with the entire museum packed to capacity.
That day, a man entered the exhibition hall—the protagonist of this book (as for the protagonist's appearance, of course… 388 words omitted below), Li Dingguo, a senior high school student at the city's No. × Middle School (naturally, that's me, but a pseudonym). I've loved martial arts novels since childhood, often boasting that there was no martial arts in the world, but rather that they were created by people. As a proud son of the new era, am I inferior to the ancients? Since the age of seven, I've practiced meditation to fall asleep, often imitating the heroes in books by observing the river in the morning and the stars at night, and also observing the withering and flourishing of flowers, plants, and trees. Yet, after more than ten years, I haven't achieved anything.
However, I'm healthy and free from illness. Seeing this, my parents let it go. I saw the news the other day and took advantage of my winter break to see the artifacts.
Upon entering the hall, I saw ten three-dimensional glass cases in the center of the nearly 1,000 square meter space, arranged in a pentagonal shape according to the original locations of the Nine Tripods and the Sword when they were unearthed. The sword was in the center, surrounded by two concentric circles, one representing four and the other five, with the Nine Tripods encircling them. The onlookers moved among them, all intently focused, their exclamations of admiration filling the air.
Li Dingguo strolled to one of the tripods and saw in the accompanying description that it depicted the mountains and rivers of ancient Jingzhou, hence its name, the Jing Tripod. Upon closer inspection, besides the clearly visible map, there were also several ancient characters and patterns; its exquisite detail was truly a masterpiece of craftsmanship. As I intently examined the cauldron, a sudden thought struck me. Since childhood, I had practiced meditation to induce sleep, and to this day, a warm sensation often circulated in my chest and abdomen. I had always considered this a sign of internal energy cultivation, but I lacked a thorough understanding of meridians and acupoints, and without a renowned teacher, this warm sensation frequently roamed uncontrollably within my body. Just now , while closely observing the divine cauldron, I noticed that this warm sensation had found its own path
and begun to circulate. A sudden realization struck me: could the patterns on the cauldron be internal energy cultivation techniques? And this cauldron was indeed an ancient divine object—it was highly possible. With this thought, I examined the divine cauldron even more carefully, silently memorizing the path of the circulating warm sensation. Lost in this state of profound tranquility, I suddenly heard a voice drifting from afar. Startled, I returned to my body
. "Sir, sir," a guide called out, standing behind me. "Excuse me, sir, we're closing soon. Could you please come back tomorrow?"
"You fell in love with me the first time you saw me, didn't you?" I'd been recalling how we met, and that's how I came to this conclusion. Under my gaze, she avoided my eyes. "Yes," she whispered, though the words were barely audible. Hearing this, a surge of heroism rose within me. I instinctively gripped her shoulders, my eyes fixed on her pretty face. "Really?" Those two words held so much joy and shock.
And today, such a mature and beautiful professional woman was admitting she'd fallen in love with me at our first meeting—how could I not be overjoyed? I cautiously asked again, "Why did you fall in love with me?"
I interrupted her, "Then you found out I was a student, and you didn't dare express your feelings anymore, so you told yourself you could only be my older sister."
"Hmm!" she answered with the simplest syllable.
"Alright! You'll be my older sister." As our eyes met, I said, "Be my beloved older sister." I made my decision with the utmost determination, my confession deeply shocking her. While she was still reeling from the shock, I firmly pushed her down onto the bed, gently sealing her lips with mine, my hands roaming freely over her beautiful body. The beautiful older sister beneath me began to respond to my actions. As our lips and tongues intertwined, I began to remove the burdens from my sister's body. Her face flushed red, her eyes tightly closed, allowing me to do as I pleased. To make things easier, I reluctantly withdrew from her enchanting cherry lips. In the blink of an eye, a picture of a beautiful woman sleeping naked was formed, and my blood boiled. In a few moments, I was on top of my beautiful sister.
"Sister Yingyang, my beloved older sister, your little brother is here!" Upon hearing this, she closed her eyes even tighter, her hands protectively covering her chest, like a lamb to the slaughter. I moved her hands away, taking in the beauty of Yingyang's bosom. Two mounds of fair and tender breasts came into view, their peaks erect, waist slender, hips firm, a tuft of fine hair neatly arranged around the pubic area, and full, rosy labia. Her legs were long and shapely, truly captivating, an irresistible temptation for me.
I could no longer resist. One hand kneaded the beautiful woman's firm breasts, while the other explored her alluring valley. Those full breasts possessed an indescribable feel, both delicate and resilient, springing back with a gentle squeeze, making me unable to tear myself away. Then, I lovingly kissed her lips, freely caressing and massaging her entire body. I slightly parted her thighs, slowly touching the area where her vulva flowed, probing it gently with my middle finger, then using two fingers to pry open her labia. Inside, it was bright red and tender, glistening with moisture, utterly irresistible. The beautiful woman breathed rapidly, her hazy eyes half-open, as if still lingering from a hangover.
After a series of kisses and caresses, I spread her legs apart on my waist, grasped her smooth and delicate thighs, and prepared to thrust into Sister Yingyang's forbidden territory. "Good sister, your little brother will definitely make you feel like you're in heaven, relieving your longing."
My long spear had already entered her jade gate, so I stopped pushing too hard and began to gently thrust in and out. I first gently inserted it into her vulva, and after a few dozen thrusts, Sister Yingyang's eyebrows relaxed and her cheeks flushed. I knew she had finally gotten what she wanted, so I confidently thrust deeper and shallower, then sometimes fast and sometimes slow, gently pushing and rubbing, and then hundreds of wild thrusts. The beautiful sister's moans were in perfect sync with my movements, as if following the conductor's baton. When I thrust fast, her moans were fast, and when I thrust slowly, her moans were slow, as if she were drumming and cheering me on.
I adopted a dragon-like, overturning posture, clearly seeing Sister Yingyang's shy yet trembling expression as she received my weapon—a mixture of pleasure and helplessness. Seeing this expression simultaneously satisfied my desire to conquer and my love, making me even more excited. I thrust in and out of her vagina relentlessly, with extraordinary vigor, the sounds of our contact loud and clear, the fluids overflowing. Her full buttocks rose and fell with my thrusts, her hands seemingly without support, grabbing wildly, her mouth uttering incoherent cries of pleasure. With each violent sway, her breasts rippled with alluring waves, the snow-white orbs vibrating rapidly, mingling with glistening sweat, making soft, wet sounds. But when my chest pressed against hers, the ripples ceased, her breasts transforming into various erotic shapes.
Sister Yingyang, amidst shame, pain, and pleasure, cried out in ecstasy, her voice still remarkably pure. However, her physical expression was far more lewd. Her whole body was sticky and wet, her groin muscles clenched tightly, and her tender vaginal opening contracted and absorbed as much as possible. The folds of her inner walls were like countless tiny hands, gently and passionately caressing her, as if trying to squeeze out all the energy my treasure had accumulated.
At this moment, I quickly withdrew my treasure to let her cool down, and then picked up my sister and made her lie face down on the bed. Her dazzling buttocks were raised high, and then I used my divinely aided spear to plunge into her flesh cave, and began to thrust rapidly again until my beautiful sister begged for mercy and collapsed on the bed. Only then did I slowly pull out my penis, but it still maintained a towering erection.
When she slowly awoke, she found herself lying naked in my arms, and blushed with shyness, trying to hide under the covers. How could this be! While she was unconscious, I had already practiced my internal energy for several weeks, and found that not only had my inner strength fully recovered, but it even seemed to have increased. But just now, in the midst of such pleasure, I suddenly found myself without an opponent, and my little brother's burning desire hadn't subsided. How could I let my Yingyang sister give up so easily? I grabbed Yingyang sister's small hand and guided it to my crotch, pressing it against my thick, erect penis. "Good sister, look..." The beautiful sister was instantly struck as if by lightning, her pink face flushing crimson, looking utterly bashful.
"Dingguo, you're too amazing, sister really can't take it anymore." Her small hand grasped my treasure, and she looked up at me pleadingly.
I pressed my lips to her cherry lips, giving her a series of soft, tender kisses. "I'll spare you, but you have to listen to me." She nodded quickly, "Good brother, I'll listen to whatever you say." I pressed Yingyang's head down to my crotch, "You promised to listen to me, so let's try oral sex." She silently knelt between my legs, gritted her teeth, and seemed to have made up her mind. She resolutely opened her mouth wide and took my penis in her mouth.
Seeing that the beautiful sister was willing to give me oral sex, I couldn't help but feel extremely proud. I gently pressed her head down and made her move up and down, excitedly saying, "Don't just use your mouth, move your tongue too, that's it. Sister, you're so smart, you're a natural at oral sex."
At the same time, one hand slid down to her silky back and gently stroked it, occasionally scratching her spine with my fingernails. The other hand gently rubbed her breasts, and then slipped to her secret cave to tease the crystal pink nipple, gently combing the pubic hair that was moistened with honey, which immediately made Yingyang's breathing become labored. Unable to withstand such skillful seduction, she arched her back, gripped my thighs tightly with both hands, spat out the penis from her mouth, and cried out loudly, "Little brother, it feels so good! I can't live without your penis anymore! My pussy feels so empty and itchy, please satisfy it!"
How could I disappoint my dear sister? I held her as I sat on my penis, and another battle of passion
began...

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