[Fantasy] Cultivation and Desire for a Slave Wife (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter 8

This was naturally Song Peng spouting nonsense. He had been suffering in the sea of fire I had conjured with my magic, and when he was released, he was almost completely exhausted. Now, while I was talking with Feng Chenzi, he absorbed some of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which was why he could barely speak.

I said calmly, "Song Peng, the Great Palace Master, you want to die a quick and painless death? There's no such easy way out. With your tricks, you think you can provoke me? Absolutely not!" I casually flicked my finger, and a point of blue starlight floated onto the stone mirror, instantly freezing it solid. Song Peng had previously suffered the fire torture to refine his soul, and now he would experience the freezing torture of ice, which would surely be even more unbearable!

I am not someone who is easily swayed by emotions, but I find it difficult to remain calm when it comes to anything even slightly related to Zi Han. At this moment, I was unable to vent my anger, so I grabbed Feng Chenzi by the back of the neck, lifted her naked, voluptuous body, and threw her violently onto the bed.

Although I didn't throw with all my might, the force was still considerable. Feng Chenzi, though landing on the soft mattress, was completely disoriented and disoriented. Before she could recover, I had already pressed down on her voluptuous body, my glans plunging into the secret garden between her legs, my penis beginning to thrust vigorously!

The five women were all exceptionally beautiful and had superb figures. After all, everyone loves beauty, especially since female immortals who cultivate their appearance freely; it's not hard to understand why each of them was breathtakingly beautiful. But among the five, Feng Chenzi was naturally the most beautiful, and her cultivation surpassed the other female immortals. Combined, her beauty and figure were naturally the best among them. With

her soft, fragrant body in my arms, and my penis entering her forbidden zone, I couldn't help but feel that the pleasure between man and woman was the ultimate bliss. Although at this moment, the pleasure was more for the man than for the woman, my penis was incredibly aroused, and I didn't care about the life or death of her cunt. Looking around, Feng Chenzi, shyly being violated, was a feast for the eyes. Her waist was slender, her breasts firm and round, two rosy nipples proudly erect, making one want to admire her from afar and then ravish her!

Feng Chenzi's body was truly as white as jade, her skin extremely white and translucent, with clearly visible pale blue veins. Touching it felt incredibly smooth, truly deserving of the description "so delicate it could be broken with a touch!"

Moreover, Feng Chenzi possessed a natural allure; after my penis entered her, she immediately went limp and heated up, her jade teeth lightly biting her cherry lips, her waist arched, her neck stretched, her legs wide open, allowing me to take whatever I wanted, to do as I pleased.

While I vigorously fucked Feng Chenzi with my erect penis, I admired her exquisite and flawless body. Her jade-like face and pink neck were naturally beautiful, but what was most alluring were her snow-white shoulders and prominent collarbones, clearly showing that their owner had no excess fat, slender and delicate, just right.

When I saw Feng Chenzi's bare shoulders and collarbone, I felt an urge to ejaculate. I was slightly startled and secretly circulated my magic power. I then realized that it wasn't that she had used any seductive arts, but rather a natural feminine allure. Her cheeks, shoulders, collarbone, breasts, slender waist, and jade legs, viewed individually, were not breathtaking or stunningly beautiful. However, if one admired her from head to toe, one would find that her beauty was natural and captivating.

But at this moment, she was beautiful and alluring, and my sexual skills were also extraordinary. I could have made a name for myself in sexual history and achieved great fame. However, she always suppressed her pleasure and did not moan or cry out. This made the lovemaking less enjoyable. I knew that she valued her reputation too much. Although she was incredibly seductive and wanton, she was afraid of being discovered, so she rarely indulged in loud moans and cries during sex.

Although Song Peng and Wuchenzi had previously had affairs with her, they were both aware of her stubborn pride. Song Peng, considering her a guest from afar, couldn't force her, and Wuchenzi, who treasured her, wouldn't dare disobey her in the slightest. But I had no such reservations. I stared at Fengchenzi's watery, love-drenched eyes and said, half-teasingly, half-commandingly, "Are you enjoying being fucked? Shout out loud for me!"

Fengchenzi, unable to save face, was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear, but she gritted her teeth and silently endured the abuse of the large penis without uttering a sound.

Looking at her wanting to be both a prostitute and a virtuous woman, I sneered and said, "You think you can escape by holding back your moans? Once you're in my hands, you can't do whatever you want. I'll give you a hand and force out your lust completely, then we'll see if you moan or not!"

Immediately, my magic power transformed into threads and attacked Feng Chenzi's delicate body. But unlike when I dealt with Jiang Tian'er, this time I didn't invade Feng Chenzi's acupoints. Instead, I wrapped around Feng Chenzi's earlobes, nipples, armpits, clitoris, fingers, and soles of her feet, constantly rubbing and scratching them, determined to arouse the reserved woman in front of me to arouse her lust and make her wanton.

This method of teasing with magical power was essentially cheating, but the effect was naturally extremely satisfying. Feng Chenzi, aroused by this, had all her sensitive areas surrender, pleasure surging from all directions like a tidal wave, rushing straight to her mind. She instinctively wanted to cry out, but then realized her mistake and, unwilling to appear foolish in front of me, desperately tried to hold back. However, this forced restraint went against the natural order, and Feng Chenzi trembled uncontrollably, her pretty face flushed red.

I smiled faintly, "Fellow Daoist Feng, why are you doing this? Just letting out a sound will make you feel ten or a hundred times better, why not? Once you let out the first sound, you'll naturally moan in bed afterward." Feng Chenzi, suppressing her pleasure, gritted her teeth and said, "Moaning in bed is so ugly! I don't want to! I'd rather die!"

To be so obsessed with saving face, Feng Chenzi was truly the greatest harlot of all time! But I had another plan, so I wasn't discouraged at all by her current success in holding back.

A wisp of invisible magic thread silently lurked beside Feng Chenzi's anus. With one of my thrusts, this "surprise weapon" suddenly attacked, penetrating deep into Feng Chenzi's rear, rampaging and plundering. Feng Chenzi, who had been lying on her back on the bed, legs spread as I thrust, was caught off guard; her rear had already caught fire. It was truly a divine intervention, a disaster within her own walls. Her delicate body involuntarily leaped off the bed, but my thrusting penis pushed her back down.

Severely wounded, no matter how hard Feng Chenzi tried to endure, she couldn't stop a moan from escaping her lips. The cry of "Ah!" shook the roof tiles, even causing the defensive barriers in my bedchamber to tremble three times before finally silencing the deafening sound.

A golden opportunity lost forever! Now that Feng Chenzi's moan had begun, why would I give her a chance to regain her footing? With a powerful thrust of his penis, he channeled his magical energy into countless threads, surrounding Feng Chenzi's vital points and launching a relentless assault. This was exactly as the military strategy dictated: "If ten times your strength, surround him; if five times, attack him; if twice, divide him!" Today, my forces outnumber hers a hundredfold, and I control all the strategic locations. Feng Chenzi can no longer even hold a corner; her defeat is inevitable!

At this desperate moment, Feng Chenzi, like a defeated general, could no longer stop her soldiers from fleeing. The moans and groans, initially like those of one or two deserters sneaking away, later resembled the mass exodus of dozens, even hundreds, of soldiers, ignoring their general's orders. The moans and groans were now continuous; this was truly a case of a defeated army collapsing like a mountain.

However, she had almost no experience with moaning during sex, only repeating the same "ah" over and over again. But the tone of this "ah" varied rapidly, sometimes lyrical, sometimes sighing, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes passionate, sometimes intoxicated. When it was fast, it was like a stampede of horses, the sound of hooves clamoring; when it was slow, it was like a babbling brook, murmuring gently. The only indicator of the speed was the penis inside her.

The faster my penis thrust, the faster her moans became; the slower my penis thrust, the slower her moans became. At that moment, I deeply experienced the pleasure of being the master who controlled the slave, doing as I pleased.

Feng Chenzi's moans were instinctive and natural, possessing a different charm compared to those moans like "It feels so good," "Fuck me to death," "Big dick brother," "Dear husband." As the saying goes, "Natural beauty needs no adornment, like a lotus emerging from clear water." Those who know how to listen are better than those who know how to speak. Listening to Feng Chenzi's seemingly monotonous yet infinitely varied moans brought extremely intense pleasure.

The woman, who was gently pleasuring herself beneath me, was completely lost in the pleasure of being penetrated by my cock. Looking at her wanton and infatuated state, I believe she must have understood the four words: "The joy is boundless!"

My penis thrust forcefully twice into Feng Chenzi's tender hole, causing her moans to quicken. My glans felt incredibly pleasurable, and I couldn't help but tease her, "Fellow Daoist Feng, don't you find your moans unsightly? Why are you moaning so merrily now, like a bitch in heat! You say one thing and do another, innocent on the outside but lewd on the inside. You really can't judge

a book by its cover!" Feng Chenzi was already ashamed because she couldn't suppress her moans, and my teasing only made her more embarrassed. She retorted, "Your wife's moans are louder and more lewd than mine!" I was annoyed that Feng Chenzi had dragged Zihan into this again, so I thrust my penis in hard, and the invisible threads of my magic rubbed against all her sensitive areas, causing Feng Chenzi's tender hole to open its floodgates, and her juices flowed out incessantly, making each thrust of my penis accompanied by a gurgling sound.

Feng Chenzi trembled violently after my treatment, her thighs wrapped around my waist showing signs of cramping, yet she still gritted her teeth and slandered Zihan: "Your wife is the most lewd woman. Whatever Song Peng tells her to do, she does. During those days at the Nine Immortals Demon Palace, she sucked Song Peng's penis every day and even licked his asshole..."

I interrupted Feng Chenzi, vigorously fucking her while saying, "Zihan had no choice. Song Peng gave her an aphrodisiac!" Feng

Chenzi tightened her legs around my waist, her tender flesh inside her vagina clenching tightly, trying her best to cooperate with my thrusts, but her mouth remained unyielding: "I know, it's 'Desire Woman's Intoxication.' After your wife drinks it, she needs a man's semen to..." It can neutralize the effects of the drug. Whether a man ejaculates in your wife's mouth, vagina, body, or even anus, it can alleviate the effects of the Desire Intoxication. But it cannot be without semen! Song Peng used Desire Intoxication to tame your wife completely! "

I was extremely angry, but deep down I couldn't help but feel a perverse pleasure. While thrusting my penis into Feng Chenzi's tender hole, I used my magic to ravage her anus with all my might. Feng Chenzi's moans immediately became louder. I had refined Wu Chenzi and others, so I naturally knew that her anus was Feng Chenzi's Achilles' heel. She was most afraid of and most fond of having her anus played with by men. As long as this slut's anus was played with, she would soon be unable to bear it and reach orgasm in extreme shame.

The threads of magical power were incredibly fine and all-pervasive, stretching, rotating, scraping, and pricking inside Feng Chenzi's anus, relentlessly attacking her vital points. The teasing left her breathless and her body trembling. Feng Chenzi looked at me, her eyes filled with disbelief, and groaned, "You...how...how did you know...my...butt...anus is...a weak point...ah...it hurts so much...I need to pee...I'm peeing..." Her expression was as if she had been ambushed by a loved one, critically injured and on the verge of death, yet unable to believe it was this person who had done it.

I said calmly, "There are quite a few people who know your lewd weakness. I've refined them, so naturally I know it too! What's so strange about that? Just obediently get fucked! Watch how I torment you!" Upon hearing my words, Feng Chenzi suddenly tensed up, her head, neck, back, and waist all arched back, her whole body forming a bow shape. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly behind her back, and she opened her mouth as if to moan, but no sound came out. Her breathing was sometimes rapid and sometimes held back, and her legs coiled around my waist like giant pythons, constantly tightening...

I knew she had reached orgasm from my anus playing. My penis began to thrust rapidly, making Feng Chenzi's body tremble like a leaf, but she couldn't make a sound. The threads of magic power gathered in her anus, then twisted into the shape of a spiral drill, drilling deep into Feng Chenzi's anus. This two-pronged approach immediately worked, completely triggering Feng Chenzi's orgasm.

Feng Chenzi's delicate body stiffened, her tender flesh gripping my penis tightly before ceasing its movements. I stared intently at her face, admiring her frenzied expression during her orgasm. With a low sigh, her body trembled, and a torrent of scalding hot vaginal fluid gushed from deep within her womb, pouring onto my glans. The fluid gushed out with tremendous force; had it not been blocked by my penis, it would have sprayed several meters away. Mortal women naturally lacked such power; only female immortals and demons occasionally produced such a spectacle during intense orgasms. Unfortunately, Feng Chenzi's powerful ejaculation was stopped in its early stages by my penis; otherwise, I could have certainly feasted my eyes.

I slowly absorbed Feng Chenzi's vaginal fluid. She was immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, offering no resistance. Only her trembling body, her intermittently spasming limbs, and her toes showing signs of cramping betrayed her inner pleasure.

After a long while, Feng Chenzi finally opened her eyes, her gaze seductive and alluring, possessing the languid charm of a woman fully satisfied. She looked at me and said, "You only know that my anus is my weakness, but you may not know that it's also your wife's weakness

, right? Every time Song Peng played with your wife's anus, she screamed with deafening ecstasy, experiencing multiple orgasms, her vaginal fluids spraying everywhere, ten times worse than I am now..." Hearing of the horrific humiliation Zihan had suffered, my heart ached, and I remained silent. Feng Chenzi, all brawn and no brains, mistakenly believed that my attitude towards her had changed after our physical intimacy. She then smiled seductively and said, "Just now in the main hall, you...you inserted a jade pen and a jade seal into my...but do you know that Song Peng did the same thing to your wife? He was even more adept at harming women than you, lacking your tenderness..." "...

I reached out and grabbed Feng Chenzi by the neck, lifting her up again. I stared at her coldly and said, "What did Song Peng do to Zihan? How do you know?"

Feng Chenzi panicked and trembled as she said, "It has nothing to do with me. Once, I accidentally passed by the plum garden behind the Nine Immortals Demon Palace and saw Song Peng disciplining your wife. He was holding a phallus-shaped device and making your wife insert it into her vagina. The device was connected to a thin iron chain with a small hook at the end. Song Peng also made your wife... made your wife..."

I was furious, but I didn't show any anger. I said calmly, "And what else did he make Zihan do? Speak!" Feng Chenzi looked at my face, trying her best to see if I harbored any murderous intent. She was afraid that if she said the wrong thing, I would extract her marrow and refine her soul. But with her cultivation and experience, what could she possibly see?

I dared not refuse to answer Feng Chenzi's question, and could only cautiously say, "Song Peng told your wife to use the iron hook on the thin chain to hook a cast iron weight on the ground. Song Peng said she couldn't use her hands to help, and if she couldn't hook it up, or if the dildo inserted in her vagina slipped out, your wife wouldn't be able to drink his semen! At that time, your wife was probably drunk on lust-inducing drugs, and she was so anxious that she did as Song Peng instructed, spreading her legs, clamping the dildo between her vagina, and then using the chain hook on the dildo to hook the weight..."

I released my hand from Feng Chenzi's neck, turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, my back to Feng Chenzi, and said lightly, "Zihan... did she succeed?" Feng Chenzi said in a low voice, "Your wife tried many times, and finally... finally she succeeded." I lowered my head, smiled sadly, and said, "Is that so? She still succeeded!" Suddenly I felt desolate, and my hatred for myself was beyond measure, but everything in the past could not be changed.

Feng Chenzi climbed up behind me, pressing tightly against me. Her breasts pressed against my spine, a soft, alluring sensation washing over me. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck, her cherry lips whispering sweetly in my ear: "Master, Meng Zihan is not worthy of you. She has lived a life of unbearable debauchery for the past thousand years. Being with her will only tarnish your reputation. Master, if you... if you are willing, I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life!"

My mind was preoccupied with my own thoughts, and Feng Chenzi's words were utterly unpleasant to hear. I felt incredibly irritated. I thought to myself that Feng Chenzi was utterly naive, obsessed with saving face, and so sentimental and prone to revealing her emotions. It was already an anomaly for a cultivator to have such a pretty face, and the fact that she hadn't perished in any feuds or battles over the years was truly remarkable!

But then again, with such a temperament, it was truly unimaginable that her cultivation was among the best of all the women!

Frustrated, I shoved Feng Chenzi away and said in a voice barely audible to myself, "You're about to be refined into a magic weapon, and you're still dreaming..."

Feng Chenzi didn't hear me clearly, but she did catch the words "refined into a magic weapon." Her face instantly paled, and a strong sense of unease welled up inside her. She scrambled back to my side, grabbed my arm, and shook it violently, anxiously saying, "Master, what... what did you just say? I... did I hear wrong... I'm loyal... you... no, no, no, Master wouldn't harm me, would you?"

I shook off Feng Chenzi, stood up, turned back to stare at her, and said, word by word, "It is your honor to be able to transform into a magical artifact to serve me! Moreover, if you are loyal to your duties and do your best to serve me, you will have a chance to escape your tribulation thirteen hundred years from now!"

Hearing my words, Feng Chenzi was both shocked and frightened, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, even more violently than during her previous climax. She wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a word. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted. I sneered, picked her up, and walked back to the main hall.

At this time, the four lewd women had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Feng Chenzi naked and unconscious, being carried back by me, they couldn't help but look at each other and smile, winking and teasing each other. They were more beautiful than flowers, charming and playful, making one's desire burn fiercely. But at this moment, I had no such mood. Seeing their expressions, I couldn't help but sigh. They all thought Feng Chenzi had fainted from my actions. If they knew she had fainted from fright, I wonder what they would think?

I placed Feng Chenzi on the ground and returned her to the cloud bed in the hall, without uttering a word.

The four harlots whispered among themselves, pushing and shoving each other, none daring to speak up. They wanted someone else to ask me what to do. None of them thought their fate would be too terrible, so Yu Yan showed no panic. Only Jiang Tian'er pretended to be as ignorant as the other three, but she had already guessed what was going on. She secretly glanced at me, signaling me to make a decision quickly. I

could let go of the other women, but I was ultimately unwilling to be so ruthless towards Hao Tong. Besides, after a thorough talk with Jiang Tian'er, I had changed slightly. It would be difficult for me to be completely ruthless towards my own family now.

Jiang Tian'er gestured several times, but I pretended not to notice. She couldn't help but send a telepathic message: "What a fuss! Are you even a man? Are you going to abandon your ambitions for a few women? Even if you abandon your ambitions, what about Meng Zihan? Hesitation will only lead to more trouble!"

Thinking of Zihan, my heart hardened. I looked back at Jiang Tian'er and nodded imperceptibly. Her face remained expressionless, but her eyes seemed to show a hint of relief.

Looking at the five female immortals—four awake and one unconscious—I said, "I previously told you I would give you pills to heal your injuries and strengthen your bodies, and that I would have you do things for me afterwards. Now, not only are your injuries fully healed, but your physical strength has also greatly increased after I harmonized your yin and yang. It's time to tell you what I entrusted to you."

Tao Xiaoxiao, Hao Miao, Hao Tong, and Jiang Tian'er said in unison, "We have received great kindness from the sect leader, and we will do our utmost to assist him. Please give us your orders."

I looked at the four women, pondering how to phrase my words, but no matter how eloquent I was, how could I persuade them to agree willingly? Left with no other choice, I had to be blunt: "I face a tribulation lasting thirteen hundred years. I need your primordial spirits and physical bodies to forge magical treasures to overcome it. But rest assured, after thirteen hundred years, I will definitely help you transcend this tribulation, and I will never break my promise."

Hearing this, the women exchanged bewildered glances. Tao Xiaoxiao and Hao Miao were terrified, Hao Tong's expression was complex, while Jiang Tian'er feigned fear, secretly glancing at me with approval.

Though I remained expressionless, my heart was slightly uneasy, because of Hao Tong's plaintive gaze. I dared not meet her eyes, avoiding her at all costs! I sighed inwardly; Jiang Tian'er clearly saw through my weakness for women with whom I had physical intimacy. The other four women, though not escaping my lewd clutches, were different from the mutual affection I had shown with Tong'er. Tao Xiaoxiao and Hao Miao hadn't invested true feelings, so I didn't dwell on them.

Tao Xiaoxiao, Hao Miao, and Jiang Tian'er all knelt down, begging and groveling. I knew Jiang Tian'er was just putting on an act, but Hao Tong stood silently to the side.

I reached out and made a grasping motion, and the spirits of Tao Xiaoxiao, Hao Miao, Jiang Tian'er, and Feng Chenzi left their bodies, their delicate forms collapsing. Four faint, ethereal figures floated out, their faces identical to the four women's, and landed in my palm. The four women continued to plead, and I gently blew on them, causing their spirits to fall into a deep sleep. Then they raised their heads and looked at Hao Tong.

Hao Tong looked at me and said calmly, "Why didn't you attack me? You're facing your tribulation; you can't be so soft-hearted!" I remained silent. Hao Tong continued, "'You and I' only belonged to that time, so the leader of the Lustful Cult and the White Fox owe each other nothing. No matter what you do, I won't blame you!"

I looked at her and whispered, "Tong'er, thirteen hundred years from now, I will definitely help you transcend! I'm sorry..." Hao Tong walked up to me, took my hand, and gently stroked it against her cheek. "I know! I know your predicament. If you overcome your tribulation, we still have a chance to live. If something happens to you, all your loved ones will surely die without a burial place. So I really don't blame you. I'll wait for you to overcome your tribulation and come to save me."

I held her hand, speechless. After a long while, Hao Tong stood up and said, "Cult Leader, make your move!" My heart ached. Her understanding and composure made me feel ashamed. I hated myself even more. Why were there always so many unavoidable circumstances? Strength—only by becoming stronger can I protect those I need to protect; everything else is just empty talk.

I raised my hand, my fingertips trembling, unable to bring myself to do it. Hao Tong suddenly said, "Wait a minute..." I lowered my hand, a sliver of hope in my heart, hoping she would beg me to let her go, yet also feeling a sense of relief. I decided to let her go, saying, "Go... don't come back!"

Hao Tong shook her head, saying, "I won't leave! I want to ask you one question: Did you... ever love me?" Hearing this, I felt as if struck by lightning, my whole body trembling violently, my voice trembling: "I... loved you..." I didn't want to lie to her, I truly didn't want to say falsehoods. Zi Han's place in my heart was irreplaceable; in heaven and earth, in the three realms and six paths, I loved only her!

Hao Tong smiled and said, "Yes, I understand." Before I could speak, her spirit left her body, her physical form went limp, and her spirit floated into my palm. I sighed, knowing there was no more miracle. With a flick of my wrist, the Four Symbols Cauldron was summoned, and with a wave of my hand, the five women's bodies fell into the cauldron.

I tried my best to calm my mind, unwilling and afraid to think about Hao Tong's face and voice, focusing entirely on refining the magic weapon, not allowing myself any spare time, otherwise my heart would ache unbearably. Using

the Four Symbols Cauldron to temper the physical body would indeed lead to rapid progress, covering thousands of miles in an instant, but the process would be extremely painful. The five women's own Dao hearts would absolutely not be able to endure it, so their spirits had to leave their bodies to succeed. However, this method of using the physical body as a magic weapon for refinement had a major drawback: after one refinement, they could no longer cultivate on their own. It was like pulling up seedlings to help them grow, killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

However, once this method is used, strength can be rapidly increased in a very short time. While I activated the earth, water, fire, and wind within the cauldron to temper the five women's bodies, I also threw many extremely precious natural treasures into the cauldron, merging them into the women's bodies to enhance their physical strength.

The Heavenly Star Stone and the Nine Abyss Dark Jade, one ethereal and the other solid, complemented each other, and after merging into their bodies, the body-refining effect was extremely obvious. The other natural treasures, whether for repelling fire, controlling lightning, stabilizing wind, or breaking ice, were also crucial. Within the Zhou Tian realm, there are probably very few who would be willing to take out so many rare items at once. If I hadn't searched Buzhou Mountain for a thousand years, I would never have such wealth and extravagance, spending treasures like dirt.

The five women's bodies became twenty-four times stronger in just three hours, but they could no longer cultivate on their own. To further increase their strength, they could only continue to follow the method of refining magical treasures.

With the physical bodies refined, the next step was the refinement of the primordial spirits, which would be far more painful. Previously, since the primordial spirits were separated from the body, no amount of physical torment would cause pain. However, refining the primordial spirits required no shortcuts, and even if the five women could endure it, it would likely be extremely agonizing.

As the five women's primordial spirits were thrown into the cauldron, a series of piercing screams filled the air. The resentment of Tao Xiaoxiao, Hao Miao, and Feng Chenzi soared to

the heavens, instantly making one feel as if they had entered hell, with a chilling wind assaulting their bodies, causing their hair to stand on end. With a hardened heart, he continued to refine the five women's primordial spirits while continuously throwing in pills to replenish their essence and strengthen their foundation. Only in this way could he prevent the five women's primordial spirits from dissipating.

The condensation speed of the primordial spirit is far slower than that of the physical body. The process of refining it must be done with utmost care. If the earth, water, fire and wind in the cauldron are slightly more intense, the primordial spirits of the five women are in danger of being severely injured. Therefore, after three hours of refining, the primordial spirits of the five women have only increased five or six times. Moreover, because the cultivation level of the five women was too low before, this is already the current limit.

I left the five women's physical bodies and primordial spirits in the cauldron to nurture them. Then, I took out a piece of heartwood from a 3,600-year-old Bihua tree and tossed it into the cauldron. I then used the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind to repeatedly refine the wood element within, eventually shaping it into an ancient scroll.

I knew that only one final step remained to complete the magic weapon: fusing the primordial spirits, physical bodies, and the ancient scroll within the cauldron into one, achieving the unity of the three elements.

Because I had been wielding the Four Symbols Cauldron for so long, my magical power was considerable. I first took three pills to replenish my energy before beginning this final hurdle of uniting the three elements. Slowly manipulating the elements of earth, water, fire, and wind, I imprinted the primordial spirit imprints of the five women into the ancient scroll. Then, the primordial spirits returned to their physical bodies, and their physical bodies merged into the ancient scroll.

At this final juncture, strange phenomena suddenly arose around the Four Symbols Cauldron, with countless phantoms appearing: there were the horrific scenes of my plundering of the Primordial Scripture, the joy of obtaining the Four Symbols Cauldron, and the tragic scenes of Zihan being repeatedly raped, tortured, and abused by Song Peng—a myriad of images, representing my past and Zihan's past.

But among these phantoms, there were also numerous scenes of my future: scenes of me being suppressed by Mount Sumeru, imprisoned; scenes of Zihan leaving me, alone and forlorn; and scenes of several indistinct figures chasing me, desperately fleeing. These phantoms were a mixture of reality and illusion, both real and unreal. If I were to be careless, even if I didn't suffer a backlash from my inner demons and be severely injured, the magical treasures I had refined would inevitably be destroyed!

But seeing all this, I felt a secret joy, for this phenomenon was clearly a tribulation of the artifact! The fact that it attracted a calamity meant that the power of the magic weapon I was forging was even greater than I had anticipated. As long as my Dao heart remained steadfast and I wasn't misled by illusions, the magic weapon would naturally be born smoothly.

But how easy is it to truly achieve a 'steadfast Dao heart'? The matter of Zihan is my lifelong hatred, a deep-seated inner demon. How can I possibly overcome it? If I were to truly wield the sword of wisdom, sever the ties of affection, and abandon Zihan, the inner demon would naturally subside. However, my lifelong cultivation was solely for achieving immortality with Zihan, never to be separated again. If I lost this foundation, then the priorities would be reversed, and all my efforts would be meaningless.

Since I couldn't understand it, I stopped thinking about it! I proceeded cautiously, as if walking on thin ice, striving to ignore all illusions, quietly awaiting the unification of the three elements.

As the magic weapon was about to be forged, countless images of rebirth and future lives unfolded at an increasingly rapid pace. But no matter how fast they moved, each illusion remained perfectly clear and distinct, presenting itself before my eyes with an extremely eerie feeling. In the end, the illusionary performance was nearing its limit, changing rapidly and transforming into countless forms. The invisible pressure caused my vital energy to tremble uncontrollably, and even my primordial spirit began to quiver slightly. Even with my current magical power and cultivation, I was struggling to cope.

The illusionary performance had reached its final, desperate stage. Suddenly, a deafening roar erupted from within the Four Symbols Cauldron, like the simultaneous ringing of bells and drums, deafening and thunderous, its power unmatched. The roar ceased immediately after the first sound, but the lingering echo still reverberated throughout the hall!

I felt a lightness around me; the illusions had vanished completely. The hall was silent, as if the calamity had never occurred. I walked to the cauldron, reached in, and took out the item from within—the ancient scroll I had previously crafted. Inscribed on the scroll were three seal characters: "Compendium of a Myriad of Flowers!"

Unfolding the ancient scroll, the five women's voices and smiles leaped vividly from the page, not merely lifelike, but truly alive within the scroll. Anyone who recognized the "Complete Collection of Beauties" as their master could activate the five women to fight enemies. At this moment, the five women's physical bodies were extremely powerful, their primordial spirits refined and condensed, nearly indestructible by flying swords, impervious to water and fire, and capable of lightning-fast advances and retreats, covering thousands of miles in an instant. Therefore, the power of the "Complete Collection of Beauties" was absolutely not to be underestimated. I estimated it had already reached the peak of the spiritual treasure level, only half a step away from reaching the supreme treasure level.

When the "Complete Collection of Beauties" was completed, twelve hours had passed. Zihan should be arriving soon. I retrieved the Four Symbols Cauldron, sat quietly on the cloud bed, and slowly regulated my true energy.

After a short while, the palace door was gently pushed open, and Zihan entered slowly, but no one followed her; she came alone.

Zihan walked to the center of the main hall, looking around as if searching for the five women. Finding none, she walked up to me, expressionless, staring at me. I met her gaze into her bright eyes and said calmly, "You've come?" At that moment, only this sentence came to mind, making me seem somewhat foolish.

Zihan remained expressionless and said, "Yes." After a moment, she added, "Where are the other five?" I slowly extended my hand, handing the "List of Beauties" to Zihan without uttering a word.

Zihan took the list, examining it closely, and said subtly, "You touched some of them?" Although she didn't look up, and her tone was casual, I could still feel her heart beating faster, and her fingers gripping the list tightening unconsciously.

I didn't want to lie to her, nor could I. If I lied to her for a moment, I would have to lie to her for a lifetime. If the truth came out, the consequences would be unimaginable. So I didn't hide anything and said directly, "Yes!"

When I said "yes," Zihan's heart skipped a beat, her knuckles turned white from the force, and her delicate body trembled slightly. Then everything returned to normal, and no longer showed any abnormality.

After a long while, Zihan raised her head and looked at me, her voice unusually calm, "Why? You didn't touch me, but you touched them. There must be a reason, right?" I looked into her eyes, and there were faint bloodshot veins and tear stains in her bright eyes. In an instant, my heart ached terribly, and I felt like I was suffocating.

I slowly said, "If I said it was because of fate, would you believe me?" As I said this, my heart was quite uneasy. I would never be so nervous when facing a powerful enemy, but when facing Zihan, I was always anxious and insecure. This must be what they mean by being too concerned.

Zihan looked at me and laughed, a hint of mockery in her voice: "Luck? Not being able to touch me is luck, and touching other female immortals is also luck? Isn't this luck a bit too coincidental?" I could no longer maintain my composure. I stood up, grasped Zihan's hand, and tried my best to remain calm, but my voice still trembled: "You don't believe me?"

Zihan pulled her hand away, the movement extremely light, yet with an undeniable determination. Her starry eyes stared at me as she said: "I believe! Of course I believe! How could I not believe! How could I not believe! How dare I not believe! I believe everything you say!"

Six consecutive "believe"s came from Zihan's moist cherry lips like pearls, but how could I not hear the resentment and doubt in her voice?

Since things had come to this, further words were pointless. I took two steps forward and embraced Zihan. She didn't resist at all, but I couldn't feel any warmth in my arms. I suppressed my heartache and said softly, "Zihan, fate is elusive and unpredictable, and even heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. So, what I said today is just empty words, and I have nothing to say. But we are husband and wife, why should I lie to you? The truth will come out eventually, and then you will understand whether what I said about fate is true or false."

Chapter 9

Zihan looked up at me, and I looked back at her calmly. After a moment, I turned my head away and said softly, "I hope what you said is true! Besides, even now, what can I do if I don't believe you? I'm not entirely innocent myself..." At this point, Zihan's voice choked, and she could no longer continue.

A pang of pain shot through my heart, and my arms unconsciously tightened around the delicate body in my embrace. I said in a deep voice, "Zihan, I know your troubles, and I've never cared about your past. Besides, what happened to you... was because of me. The fault lies with me. In my heart, I've always considered you my wife, innocent and pure."

My words came from the bottom of my heart, and my voice was naturally earnest. Zihan finally reached out and hugged me back, pressing her head against my chest and sobbing softly. I felt that the rift and distance between us had eased a little, and I believed that soon we could return to the time when we were deeply in love and inseparable.

I leaned down and whispered in Zihan's ear, "My time before my tribulation is drawing near. I should also make arrangements for your safety and well-being." Zihan's delicate body trembled. She raised her head, her jade-like face still wet with tears, now filled with fear. She said worriedly, "This is no small matter. How powerful is Mount Ling, with its boundless Buddhist power? You have been suppressed for thirteen hundred years. I'm afraid... can't we just hide here on Mount Buzhou and not go out? How can they possibly break through?"

I smiled bitterly, "It's not that easy! Mount Buzhou is indeed an impregnable fortress. Without the Primordial Scripture to clear a path, even if all ten Chaos Treasures were gathered together, they might not be able to force their way in. But Mount Buzhou absolutely cannot stop the Heavenly Dao and the Qi..." Upon hearing this, Zihan's eyebrows furrowed, her pretty face as if covered with frost. She angrily said, "Qi! Qi! All you know is Qi!"

"You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household, Zihan. I've comprehended the supreme Dao from the Primordial Scripture, so I naturally know when to advance and retreat, and when to pursue benefits and harms. I'll do everything I can to fight for a chance to survive in the bloodshed and turmoil. Perhaps in time, we can live a long and carefree life together. I hope you understand." That's all I could say.

Zi Han remained silent for a moment, then said, "Even powerful figures like the True Wisdom Bodhisattva, the Six-Eyed Hou King, and the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord were outmaneuvered by you. In terms of divination, I am naturally far inferior to you. Since you say so, the decision is entirely yours." I nodded and said, "The Primordial Scripture not only enables one to comprehend the Great Dao, but also enhances the divination power of its master after recognition. Otherwise, I might not have been able to outwit those three giants."

After a pause, I slowly said, "What is meant to be will be! Hiding in Buzhou Mountain is not an option; otherwise, a loss of fortune will bring calamity, even implicating you. Therefore, I must face this calamity head-on. But every cloud has a silver lining; as long as I can endure this thirteen hundred years of suppression..." From then on, fish swam in the vast ocean, birds soared in the azure sky, and there was no more tribulation or immeasurable suffering.

Zihan looked at me and said, "Then how do you plan to survive these thirteen hundred years?"

While calculating the chaotic secrets of heaven, I slowly walked through the main hall of the Heavenly Lust Palace, figuring out many details one by one, before saying, "I have already planned everything for how to overcome the tribulation, so you don't need to worry too much! However, my previous calculations were wrong; Mount Buzhou is not a place to linger. Now, not only can I not stay here, but you and all the female immortals in the sect must also leave. I will move the sixteen palaces to the shores of the Northern Sea of Coldness, setting up formations and restrictions. During the thirteen hundred years of my tribulation, you must not leave the palace even a step, otherwise the secrets of heaven will change again, and everything will be unpredictable." " I knew it!"

Zi Han was taken aback upon hearing this. "The Northern Dark Cold Sea? Isn't that one of the four most dangerous and wondrous realms in the universe, on par with Mount Buzhou? We have the Primordial Scripture; Mount Buzhou is practically our backyard. Why go to

such lengths?" I shook my head. "It's the way of heaven! I've exhausted all my magical power, repeatedly calculating, but it's like looking at flowers through fog or the moon's reflection in water. However, there's no doubt that the Northern Dark Cold Sea will not face any calamities for thousands of years. My Lustful Sect can establish its sect there. Even if it can't shake the Three Realms and Six Paths, at least it can preserve its foundation. Once I escape this calamity, we can live freely together! But for the next thirteen hundred years, no disciple of the sect may step out of the palace gates, especially you. Remember that!"

Zi Han hesitated. "Why can't everyone leave the palace? If a powerful enemy takes the opportunity to attack, are we just going to sit here and wait to die?" I chuckled and said, "Don't worry, the palace is protected by the Six Harmonies Nine Palaces Grand Formation, it's as solid as a rock. As long as you guard the gates strictly, ordinary enemies will definitely not be able to break in. And any enemy capable of breaking in already understands the secrets of heaven, they would never do such a thing! This..."

Zi Han interrupted me and said, "This is also a matter of fate. If we go against fate, the consequences will be unimaginable. No master cultivator would be so foolish, is that what you're trying to say?" The sarcasm in Zi Han's words hadn't disappeared, but it had faded a lot, replaced by impatience. Her face was full of "I can't stand you!" But with this, the resentment subsided a bit.

Though I am ruthless and a powerful ruler, faced with my wife's sharp retort, I could only force a smile and say, "Exactly! My virtuous wife is truly intelligent, insightful, clear-headed, prescient, wise, and capable of hitting the bullseye with a fart..."

Zihan only heard the first half, waved her hand, and said, "Stop flattering me!" Upon hearing the second half, her face changed color, and she uttered a sharp, menacing sound. Her slender hand flashed out like lightning, her ten fingers like halberds and hooks, striking directly at my inner thigh. This grab was both fierce and ruthless, as powerful as thunder. I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. Although I possessed extraordinary martial arts skills and a strong physique, if Zihan were to truly twist my thigh, I would likely be bruised and battered, suffering excruciating pain.

Only a fool wouldn't dodge! I straightened my back and shifted my stance, barely dodging the fierce grab. But Zihan, having missed her attack, didn't stop. She lifted her jade-like foot and moved with light, graceful steps, following me like a shadow. Her hands unleashed a series of grabs, her ten fingers tearing, poking, slapping, pressing, hooking, striking, seizing, and grabbing, each move aimed at my thigh muscles. If she were to pinch and twist them hard, I would be rolling on the ground in pain.

A wife can be ruthless when chasing her husband, but how could I bear to fight back? Despite possessing supernatural powers, I was being chased by Zihan, leaping and bounding around the palace.

After pleading for mercy three or four times to no avail, Zi Han could only desperately dodge. Without needing to defend herself, she focused solely on attacking, naturally moving with ease, as if divinely aided. She unleashed flying swords, magical artifacts, talismans, Taoist arts, and hand-to-hand combat all at once, constantly shouting, "Ye Lingxuan, if you're a man, stand firm and don't dodge! Let me give you a couple of good slashes, and I'll forgive and forget everything you did to me today—that's already a bargain for you! Otherwise…"

I interrupted, "You old hag! What are you going to do if I don't let you slash me?" Zi Han was furious, her face flushed red: "You heartless scoundrel! You're flirting with other vixens, do you think I'm a pushover? You're full of arrogance…" "It's fate! Did you think you could foresee your predicament today? Today, I'll show you what true calamity is!"

I scoffed. "There are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, who want to kill me, and I'm still living a carefree life! You think you can kill me, you old hag? You might need another thousand years of cultivation to even succeed! If you don't stop, don't blame me for being ruthless, leaving you naked and exposed!"

Zi Han didn't reply. She lightly touched the ground with her jade feet, leaping into the air. With a wave of her hand, nine dragon and phoenix swords, accompanied by twelve fiery talismans, roared towards me, sealing off a radius of three zhang and six chi around me, forcing me to fight back.

If I were to unleash the Four Symbols Cauldron, even a hundred Jade Saints would submit, but why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? Even if I used the "All Rivers Run into the Sea" supernatural power, it would be enough to handle the current situation. After all, even if Zihan's magical power is strong and advanced, she cannot compare to the demons of the Nine Immortals Demon Palace alone. Back then, "All Rivers Run into the Sea" was more than enough to subdue the demons, let alone Zihan now.

But a good song is not sung twice, and I disdain to use the same old trick. I immediately met the attack head-on, neither dodging nor avoiding the Dragon-Phoenix Sword and the Blazing Fire Talisman. Zihan did not expect me to do this, and her face changed color. She exclaimed in surprise, "Be careful!" I smiled faintly, circulated my magical power, and exhaled loudly, "Fall!" As

soon as the word "Fall" was uttered, the Dragon-Phoenix Sword and the Blazing Fire Talisman changed direction instantly, from flying horizontally to falling straight down, crashing to the ground in front of me. Zihan looked shocked and murmured, "Words become law! This is words becoming law! You have actually cultivated to such a level that even this immortal technique..."

I looked at Zihan and smiled without saying a word. A thousand years ago, we could not even look up to this realm, but now I have already reached it. But what was the price? Am I really satisfied? Perhaps what I lost was more than what I gained.

My separation from Zihan was imminent, and I didn't want to dwell on these sad things. This precious time was best enjoyed while I could be carefree and happy for as long as possible.

Zihan's delicate body was about to fall, and I took three steps to the side, casually pulling between her legs. Zihan cried out and fell to the ground, clutching her skirt, her face flushed red with shame and anger.

I raised my hand, spreading my fingers, revealing a brocade undergarment, naturally pulled from Zihan's skirt. At this moment, her fairy-like skirt was empty; she must have been feeling quite cool.

I brought the brocade robe to my nose, deliberately making a deep inhalation, and exclaimed, "So fragrant!"

Even though Zihan and I were deeply in love, she couldn't help but blush, her ears turning bright red. She muttered under her breath, "You old rascal!" Then, she formed a sword gesture with her slender fingers, and with a flick of her wrist, the Dragon and Phoenix Sword swirled and danced, slashing swiftly towards me. I smiled faintly and said, "If my wife wants to continue fighting, that's fine. I'm just afraid that you won't have enough palace gowns and fairy dresses to take off. After a few rounds, you'll have nowhere left to take off." (Note: In the first few chapters, the male protagonist refers to the female protagonist as "wife," but some readers have pointed out that the term "wife" is too modern.) So I'll try changing it to "wife" for now, but I still feel that the title "wife" is more relatable. If any friends have different opinions or suggestions, please contact me. I, Shui Longyin, look forward to your support! )

Zi Han ignored me completely, focusing all her attention on wielding the Dragon and Phoenix Sword. Her movements were fluid and unpredictable. I sneered, seemingly walking casually, but actually using the Bagua (Eight Trigrams) to avoid all the intersecting sword lights. After a few turns, I was already beside Zi Han. I used my divine sense to isolate my own aura. Zi Han only just realized this and hurriedly retreated to dodge, but how could I let her leave so easily?

I stretched out my arm and then pulled it back. Zihan gasped softly, covering her chest with her hands. Under the soft fairy dress, the outline of her breasts was clearly visible, so full they seemed to burst through the thin fabric. Two rosy nipples stubbornly peeked out from between her fingers, standing proudly. Needless to say, this was the result of losing her undergarment.

I held the brocade trousers in one hand and the undergarment in the other, inhaling the lingering, intoxicating fragrance on the two pieces of clothing. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. After playing with them for a moment, I reluctantly put them into my bosom, then looked up at Zihan: "Want to fight again?" Zihan gritted her teeth and scolded, "You haven't improved in any other skills, but you've become much more adept at taking off women's clothes! Your heart is despicable!" As she spoke, she secretly manipulated the Dragon and Phoenix Sword to feign attacks and sneak strikes.

I casually deflected Zihan's attacks, smiling faintly, "My wife is in high spirits today! Since you've chosen to accompany me, it would be impolite of me to refuse!" No longer passively taking the hits, I began to take the initiative. In just a few moves, Zihan was completely naked. Although I had seen her many times, her body still drove me wild with desire. Her

jade-like face was incomparably beautiful, carrying the charm of a mature woman. Her delicate body had snow-white skin, yet it was as tender as a virgin's. Her breasts were full, like those of a breastfeeding mother. The white flesh set off the pink nipples, making me involuntarily think of peach blossoms falling on snow, pink and white echoing each other. I used all my strength to control myself from playing with those perfect breasts.

Looking down from her soft breasts, her waist was supple and slender, her buttocks were pert and round, and between her two jade-like legs…

My heart pounded wildly. I closed my eyes, unable to bear looking any longer. If I continued, no matter how steadfast my Dao heart was, I would absolutely not be able to resist this naked and fatal temptation. If I were to lose my composure and unite with Zihan, my grand vow would be nullified, Zihan's tribulation would immediately arrive, and I would be unable to use external forces to help her pray for blessings again. The consequences were truly unimaginable.

Just as I closed my eyes, unable to bear looking at Zihan's naked and delicate body, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest, and my body was involuntarily thrown back. In my haste to glance over, I saw that it was Zihan's Dragon and Phoenix Sword, its hilt reversed, that had struck me.

As soon as I landed, Zihan chased after me naked again. Her hips swayed, her breasts undulated, her waist swayed, and her legs stretched out, displaying a dazzling array of alluring sights. I dared not look any longer and had to close my eyes again. Suddenly, something soft stepped onto my chest. I opened my eyes and saw Zihan's exceptionally white and tender feet, with flat soles and tucked toes, standing on my chest. Looking at her snow-white skin, delicate toes, and beautiful feet, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I wanted nothing more than to grab those playful, exquisite, slender feet and lick them to my heart's content.

Although I lay sprawled on the ground, my wife's foot stomping on my chest, I felt no anger whatsoever. All I could think was, "To die beneath the peony blossoms, even as a ghost, is to be romantic!"

Zihan giggled, "Dare to defy me? Now you know how powerful you are, right? Beg me, and I'll let you go!"

Because Zihan had one foot on the ground and one on my chest, her legs were naturally spread apart and uneven. Since I was lying on the ground, what I saw and heard was naturally a 'spectacular sight'—long legs, a secret garden all within my view. Moved by the scene, my poetic inspiration surged, and I couldn't help but softly recite: "The Heavenly Gate is broken, the Chu River opens, the green water flows eastward and turns back here. The green mountains on both banks rise opposite each other..." "A lone sail comes from the edge of the sun."

Zihan, having won her hard-fought victory, hadn't initially considered the many lewd things that might happen. Hearing my poem, she realized her mistake in her haste—her body was completely

naked when she engaged in this intimate act, allowing me to take full advantage of her. She hurriedly pulled her delicate feet and legs back several steps, one hand covering her chest, the other her crotch, trying to conceal her exposed body. But Zihan was completely naked, her body fully exposed; how could her slender hands possibly save her? Besides, my discerning eyes were sharp, specifically targeting her most private parts. Zihan blushed deeply, her attempts to cover herself proving futile. I casually teased her, saying, "Spring's beauty cannot be confined within the garden walls; a branch of red apricot blossoms over the wall." As

soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it was inappropriate. Zihan had a shameful past; although it wasn't her intention, she was no longer innocent. These two lines of poetry, though casually recited, had left a mark, and I deeply regretted it.

Fortunately, Zihan remained calm, seemingly unconcerned, or perhaps she hadn't heard me. Not wanting to wait for the silence to deepen, I quickly changed the subject

, saying, "My wife, before I undergo my tribulation, I still need to help you refine the Black and White Flood Dragon Kings and those Azure Water Pythons into magical treasures, so you'll have something to rely on. That way, I can rest assured." Upon hearing this, Zihan asked, "I'd almost forgotten about that. How is Hualan County? Can the human race turn the tide? If the human race loses, will we still have our merits?" I smiled wryly, "My wife, how am I supposed to answer this barrage of questions?"

Zihan glared at me fiercely, saying, "How am I supposed to answer? Answer them one by one!" She picked up the scattered palace dress from the ground, but the undergarment and brocade crotch, already in my possession, were out of the question. I'm not one to keep things as they are, so I definitely kept them.

I admired Zihan's elegant movements as she slowly dressed; that noble woman's charm was something I would never forget. I stared at her intently, afraid of missing a single detail, when Zihan suddenly raised her head and said coquettishly, "Speak quickly! Beauty is for the eyes, not the mouth!" Every smile and frown was full of charm, causing a surge of heat to rise in my lower abdomen, and my penis was already hard and swollen. I couldn't help but curse inwardly, "You vixen!"

I tried my best to calm myself down, took a breath, and said, "Hua Lan County has been defended. Because you ambushed the vanguard commander of the Water Demon Clan, you disrupted their plans, leaving them leaderless. The remaining demon generals were not under their command, and the demon army's fighting power could not be fully utilized. Moreover, the human reinforcements have also arrived. The dozen or so white lights you saw at the end were the escape lights of human experts."

At this moment, Zihan was dressed neatly, appearing even more elegant and noble. Her playful and charming demeanor had disappeared without a trace, and her lewd and wanton intentions were completely absent. I was secretly amazed by the speed of her transformation. After my guidance, her cultivation of the Six Desires Demon Scripture had progressed by leaps and bounds.

I paused for a moment, then continued, “Hua Lan County belongs to the Qing Dynasty in the secular world, and its power is extremely strong. Originally, reinforcements should have arrived long ago, but other factions in the demon race harassed various places, preventing them from taking action. Fortunately, the surrounding Yuan, Jin, Liao and other countries remembered the principle of mutual dependence and sent troops to help wipe out the demon race. This allowed the Qing Dynasty to send famous ministers and brave generals. Of the four great beile and four lesser beile, apart from Huang Taiji who had already ascended the throne, the other seven went to rescue Hua Lan County. There were also nine other civil and military talents. Although there were only sixteen people, each of them was a capable leader. In particular, Daishan, Dorgon, and Oboi were three of them. With such strong support, Hua Lan County was naturally saved. You turned the tide at the critical moment, and your merits are naturally not small.”

(Note: My novel, *Shui Long Yin*, is neither a time-travel nor an alternate history novel. The names of historical figures are used here, and it has no relation to actual historical records. I had no choice but to write it this way, as there are dozens of secular political forces in the human realm, each with its own civil and military officials. If I were to make up names myself, firstly, I wouldn't be able to think of enough, and secondly, it wouldn't be easy for readers to remember, especially since the male protagonist has a significant role with humans. Using historical figures' names makes it clear which country or power the character belongs to, and it's easier to read.)

Zi Han said, "According to you, Huang Taiji seems to have run out of tricks, unable to even spare extra troops. If it weren't for your arrangement for us to accumulate merit, I'm afraid Hua Lan County would have already been conquered by the demon race!" I shook my head and said, "Everything in this world, every sip and every bite, has its predestined cause. Hua Lan County's survival, on the surface, seems somewhat..." "Coincidentally, Huang Taiji seems to have succeeded because of someone, but in fact, it secretly aligns with the will of Heaven..."

Zi Han's jade-like face showed a hint of annoyance: "Are you ever going to stop? You keep talking about destiny, it's driving me crazy!" I smiled ingratiatingly: "Yes, yes, it's an old habit of mine, I can't change it in a short time, but I will definitely work hard to improve myself and never let my wife down."

Zi Han and I are, after all, deeply in love. Seeing me so humble, she realized she had spoken too harshly, but she was still bothered by the talk of destiny and unwilling to back down on this matter. She changed the subject and asked: "You said you wanted to use the Black and White Flood Dragon King and the Azure Wave Python to refine a magic weapon, is it also to refine a ruling magic weapon like the 'Compendium of Beauties'?"

I said: "No, this time we want to refine a defensive magic weapon, specially tailored for you. After all, you already have an offensive magic weapon like the Dragon and Phoenix Sword. If you have another powerful defensive magic weapon, you will naturally be good at both offense and defense, greatly increasing your strength." Zi Han nodded and said: "I see. Have you thought about the effects of the magic weapon?"

Although they are all defensive magical artifacts, their effects are not the same. Some are mainly for defending against physical attacks, some are mainly for defending against magical attacks, some are mainly for defending against illusion attacks, and there are also comprehensive defensive magical artifacts. There are all kinds, each with its own advantages and disadvantages. After all, the needs of users are different, so it is impossible to say which one is the best.

I pondered for a moment and said, "In terms of efficacy, what defensive magic weapon in the world can compare to the Yin-Yang Lamp?" Zi Han exclaimed in surprise, "That's a Chaos Treasure on par with the Four Symbols Cauldron! How could you possibly have forged one?"

I smiled self-deprecatingly, "You overestimate me! Even if my weapon-forging skills were ten times better, I still couldn't forge a Chaos Treasure, but forging a fake is still possible."

The Primordial Scripture has countless connections with the Ten Great Chaos Treasures, so I have some knowledge of the Yin-Yang Lamp. In addition, the Four Symbols Cauldron is one of the Ten Great Chaos Treasures primarily used for 'forging,' for magic weapons, pills, primordial spirits, physical bodies, spiritual energy, void, and heaven and earth—it can forge almost everything. With these two advantages, I should be able to create a fake of the Yin-Yang Lamp.

I asked Zi Han for the crystal sphere formed from the Earth-Splitting Talisman. The Black and White Flood Dragon King and the forty-nine Azure Water Pythons trapped inside were all unconscious at the moment.

I gestured for Zihan to protect me, and then sat silently on the cloud bed, pondering everything about the 'Two Elements Lamp' in my mind. At the same time, I calmed my mind and regulated my true energy and magical power, striving to reach my peak condition.

After studying the Primordial Beginning Scripture, I knew that each of the Ten Great Chaos Treasures had its own strengths. The Two Elements Lamp was a divine object primarily for comprehensive defense. In battle, if one possessed this lamp, it could reduce all physical attacks by thirty-six times, all magical attacks by twenty-four times, and all illusionary attacks by twelve times, making it almost invincible and placing the wielder invincible. In

battles between experts, victory or defeat often hinges on a single point. If one side's defense were increased by dozens of times, it would be an overwhelming advantage, especially when facing a siege. Such abnormal defense would naturally allow one to defeat enemies one by one, further demonstrating the supreme power of the Two Elements Lamp. Such a wondrous object born of heaven and earth is truly incredible!

If the magic weapon I'm about to refine could possess even a tenth of the power of the Two Elements Lamp, I would be overjoyed!

The reason why the Yin-Yang Lamp is so impenetrable and its defense is almost invincible is because Yin and Yang intertwine, flowing freely, endlessly, and regenerating. As long as newly refined magical artifacts are based on this theory, they will naturally achieve something. Crafting defensive magical artifacts by referring to the Yin-Yang Lamp is what the common people call 'copying a gourd.'

Open the cauldron and throw in the crystal ball that trapped the Black and White Flood Dragon King and the Azure Water Python. True fire draws on earth, water, fire, and wind, and heavenly treasures are thrown into the cauldron at any time. The steps are no different from refining the "Complete Collection of Flowers," only the types of magical artifacts are different.

Several hours later, the artifact tribulation descended again. Because of past experiences facing various illusions, he was able to calm his mind and deal with it carefully without much harm. These illusions were directed at the artifact refiner. Although Zi Han was close at hand, she was not involved in the situation, and her eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and heart naturally did not see any illusions.

After the Four Symbols Cauldron emitted a rumbling sound, I took out the magic weapon I had refined. It was a bead one and a half inches wide, dazzlingly bright, perfectly round and smooth. Two azure dragons, one black and one white, coiled and entwined around it, and I could faintly hear their roars. A quick sweep of my divine sense revealed its abundant spiritual energy. After handing it to Zihan, I sat back on my cloud bed, took out some pills to replenish my essence and qi, and slowly regulated my depleted true essence.

The art of weapon refining is incredibly complex. One must know that the seven paths of immortals, Buddhas, demons, monsters, humans, ghosts, and gods each have their own independent methods of weapon refining. Even among those of the same path, the methods of weapon refining are not entirely the same. For example, Cang Shengzi, the abbot of Baiyun Temple, and I are both immortal cultivators, but our sects are different, so our weapon refining methods and insights are naturally completely different. Moreover, the forces within the seven paths of immortals, Buddhas, etc., are as vast as the ocean. Every day, different sects are established and rise, and countless sects disappear. In all their diversity, who can possibly comprehend the strengths of all schools?

Having opened the cauldron twice, I've already realized my weapon-refining skills are still quite immature. It seems I need to find some time to study weapon-refining and alchemy. After all, I've previously cultivated the methods of combat and deduction, two supreme arts naturally possessing immense power, with countless wondrous techniques and mysteries, as vast as the ocean. Even with the Primordial Scripture in hand, I fear I could spend a lifetime trying to grasp its entirety.

Zihan played with the bead, clearly enamored with it. Having spent these days by my side, her heartache has gradually faded, and she's now regained some of the innocence of a young girl. She turned the bead over and over, sometimes staring intently at it in the light, sometimes examining it closely with her palms together. After a while, she asked, "Have you thought of a name for this magic weapon?" As she spoke, Zihan didn't even look up, her eyes never leaving the bead for a moment, making me a little jealous.

I'm not a naive young man experiencing first love; I naturally know how to please a woman. Since Zihan loves this bead so much, why not let her name it? At that moment, I smiled faintly and said, "My wife, this treasure will be your reliance for self-defense and defeating enemies in the future. Why don't you name it? That way, it can be considered as a memento of our reunion, a treasure we forged together as husband and wife."

Zihan's face lit up with joy. After a moment of contemplation, she smiled and said, "This pearl was forged by you personally wielding the Four Symbols Cauldron, so its power is naturally extraordinary. But what's most wonderful is that this pearl symbolizes the harmony of Yin and Yang, perfectly reflecting our reunion today. It suits my heart perfectly. Furthermore, this pearl has two dragons, one black and one white, coiled around it, so let's call it the 'Yin-Yang Coiled Dragon Pearl'." "How about it?"

How could I easily let go of such a golden opportunity to flatter her? I immediately exclaimed, "What a wonderful name! 'Yin Yang Panlong Pearl,' truly fitting! Miss Meng, you are indeed beautiful inside and out, knowledgeable in ancient and modern times. The name you gave this pearl is profound and far-reaching, putting us men to shame..."

Zi Han referred to herself as "this young lady," and to be on the same page, I certainly wouldn't call her Madam Ye or my dear wife. Although I inwardly thought this woman who had been married to me for over a thousand years was pretending to be young, only a fool would say it out loud!

Sure enough, my flattery was extremely pleasing to the ear, sincere, and perfectly suited to her 'Miss Meng's' tastes. Moreover, deep down, she was also proud of having named the pearl so aptly. Overjoyed, she turned and smiled slightly at me. In that instant, I felt light as a feather, as if I had no bones left. All I could think was, "A smile that could launch a thousand ships, eclipsing all the beauties of the palace!"

She was truly an exceptionally beautiful woman. Although Feng Chenzi shared a similar charm, the difference was stark! While it couldn't be said that Feng Chenzi was merely imitating Zihan, he was certainly far inferior. It was lamentable that Feng Chenzi didn't feel ashamed of his own inferiority, instead constantly vying with her, making him even more laughable and pathetic.

Seeing Zihan holding the Yin-Yang Dragon Pearl, beaming with joy, her jade-like face radiant and incomparably beautiful, I was filled with mixed emotions. I secretly vowed that thirteen hundred years from now, we would be together forever, never to be separated!

Composing myself, I said, "Zihan, my tribulation is drawing near. Have everyone prepare; let's set off for the Northern Cold Sea!"

The women finished packing and returned to their palaces to meditate and cultivate in seclusion. I used my magic to store away the sixteen palaces and magical treasures, and relying on the portal opened by the Primordial Scripture, I escaped from Buzhou Mountain, heading straight for the Northern Cold Sea.

Buzhou Mountain is extremely far from the Northern Cold Sea; even at my speed, it would take six or seven months. Fortunately, the journey was uneventful. However, during the final leg of the journey, I deliberately spread news of the emergence of supreme divine objects such as the Primordial Scripture, the Four Symbols Cauldron, and the Seven Star Ring, striving to stir up the undercurrents within the Zhou Tian realm, hoping to fish in troubled waters later.

The Northern Cold Sea, located in the far north of the Zhou Dynasty, is boundless and unfathomably deep. Legend has it that it was the source of the Kui River in ancient times, and its depths are filled with countless rare and precious materials, its reserves no less abundant than those of Mount Buzhou. However, firstly, the water of the Northern Cold Sea is extremely cold, and no matter how high your cultivation or how powerful your protective magic treasures are, it is difficult to survive in the seawater for long. Secondly, the Cold Sea is home to many aquatic beasts. These beasts are different from demons; they are not very intelligent, and even if they have profound cultivation, they cannot transform into human form. On the surface, they seem easy to deal with, but they are born from the Northern Cold Sea and are integrated with it. They will never leave the Cold Sea's boundaries. Outsiders are greatly weakened in the sea, while the beasts are empowered. Therefore, it is almost impossible to kill the beasts in the Cold Sea. So far, no powerful person has been known to have been able to venture deep into the Cold Sea.

I found a secluded spot, used my magic to level the solid stones on the ground, took out sixteen palaces, and arranged them one by one according to the positions of the Six Harmonies Nine Palaces Grand Array. Then I used my great magic to open up the earth's veins and guide the spiritual veins from the ground into the array to supply the operation of the array and the cultivation of the women. After I finished everything, I returned to the main hall of the Heavenly Lust Palace to rest.

At this moment, even with my formidable magical power, I was quite exhausted. After all, the journey had been so long, and I had to be wary of enemy ambushes along the way. Although my stealthy journey hadn't alerted any powerful figures, my mental and physical strength was inevitably depleted. Moreover, communicating with the earth's spiritual energy was no easy feat. For a moment, I just wanted to fall into a deep sleep, but for cultivators, restoring physical and mental strength primarily involves meditation and breath regulation. So, I forced myself to sit cross-legged, enduring my fatigue

. After several days of breath regulation and consuming numerous pills, my spirit finally returned to full strength. Following my orders, none of the women stepped outside the palace gates; they too were quietly cultivating their inner energy.

I nestled against Zihan, enjoying our last moments together. Although I was extremely reluctant to part, I was forced to separate from her, and a sense of melancholy washed over me. Zihan noticed my slight change in mood and tightened her grip on my hand slightly, offering comfort. I smiled faintly, met her gaze, and our hearts resonated deeply. This moment was destined to become a cherished memory.

Although I had reminded them many times before, my concern was too great, and I couldn't help but say, "While I'm gone, you must not leave the palace even a step..." Zihan said coquettishly, "I've said it eighty times! A grown man shouldn't be so fussy!" I smiled bitterly, "I'm always feeling uneasy, can you blame me?"

Zihan said, "It's understandable that you're anxious as you're about to face your tribulation, but everything is prepared, so there's no need to worry anymore. I'll wait for you here, wait for you to come back..." My eyes were already brimming with tears, but I suddenly looked up, forced myself to hold them back, and hugged Zihan tightly. What need was there for words at this moment? Silence spoke louder than words.

Zihan nestled in my arms, her delicate body suddenly shifting before regaining its composure. I asked, "What's wrong?" Zihan glanced up at me, shook her head, and said, "Nothing." I said softly, "Just say what you want to say. Why be so hesitant? It makes you seem distant."

Zihan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Then I'll tell you, but you mustn't be angry, and you mustn't take it to heart." I nodded, indicating it was alright.

Zihan said, "Song Peng's primordial spirit... you haven't refined it yet?" I was taken aback, never expecting Zihan to ask about this person. I replied calmly, "I want to keep him alive to torment him for thousands of years. You... want me to refine him?" As I spoke, a strange emotion stirred within me—disappointment, anger, bewilderment, sadness—and I worried that after Zihan's intimacy with Song Peng, she wouldn't be able to forget this bastard.

Zihan shook her head. I mistakenly thought she didn't want me to refine Song Peng, and my heart clenched, my anger rising secretly. But then Zihan said, "Whether you refine him or not, I don't care at all. This scoundrel could die a thousand times, ten thousand times, and it wouldn't be enough to quell my hatred. But you keep him alive to torment me, doesn't that mean you still care about my experiences?"

I sneered, "Do you expect me to send him to his death quickly? Letting his soul scatter would be too good for him!" Before, Zihan and I teased each other and played with magic, naturally because of our deep love and harmonious marriage. But it's also an undeniable fact that Zihan and I deliberately avoided mentioning everything that had happened over the past thousand years. There was awkwardness, and the more you cared, the more awkward it became.

Zihan said, "I am no longer innocent, and I dare not ask for your forgiveness. I am content just to be by your side. But your torment of Song Peng is tormenting yourself! You desire freedom, how can you be so unable to let go? Let his soul be scattered, and end this karmic debt!"

Although I knew Zihan's words made sense, how could I easily let go of this knot in my heart? In my agitation, I casually took out the stone mirror that imprisoned Song Peng's primordial spirit, threw it on the cloud bed, and said, "If you want his soul to be scattered, then do it yourself. I don't care anymore!" I got up and strode towards the palace gate. I thought it was normal for couples to quarrel, so I should calm down first.

Zihan shouted, "How can my actions to scatter his soul open your heart?" In my rage, I didn't want to say anything more and ignored her, continuing to walk forward. Zihan chased after me, grabbed my arm, and cried uncontrollably, "I was wrong, don't go, I was wrong, okay!"

After all, we were husband and wife, and how could my heart not be torn apart? But how many can truly see through it all? I sighed softly, stopped, and wiped away Zihan's tears with my sleeve, saying, "It's not you who's wrong, it's me! But I really hate you now! Give me some time, I'll forget what I should forget!" Zihan nodded silently, without uttering a word.

A thought suddenly struck me, and after a quick calculation, I knew it was time for me to leave. I said to Zihan, "The time has come, I have to go. You... take care! Please take care! Wait for me to come back." Upon hearing this, Zihan's tears, which had just stopped, flowed again. She cried uncontrollably, trying to speak several times, but unable to utter a word, appearing extremely haggard.

I pulled Zihan into my arms, kissed her delicate cherry lips fiercely, gritted my teeth, turned, and left. Zihan chased after me, but I used my magic to stop her. I absolutely could not let her step out of the palace gates. I then rode my escape light away from the Northern Sea, heading towards the final battle.

Because I previously spread the news of the divine artifact's emergence, I anticipate many forces will make things difficult for me. However, according to the calculations of destiny, I should be suppressed by the Buddhist sect of Mount Ling. But destiny is not entirely unchangeable. Just like in the battle of the Nine Immortals Demon Palace, Song Peng should have died at the hands of Elder Yun Hetian of the White Cloud Temple. I defied destiny to take his primordial spirit, thus incurring my own calamity. If any powerful being were not afraid of karma, they might also defy destiny to kill me, but they would naturally pay a heavy price afterward.

Song Peng is merely a second-rate character. Even if I were to take his primordial spirit, I would be suppressed for 1,300 years. My cultivation is a hundred times greater than his, and I have divine artifacts like the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron protecting me. If someone were to defy destiny to kill me, the price would naturally be hundreds of times higher. At the very least, they would perish on the spot, and their entire sect might even be wiped out. But who can guarantee that no one will be so reckless as to take this gamble? Therefore, I am slightly uneasy about this battle.

After flying for a long time, far from the shores of the Cold Sea, I suddenly remembered something: the stone mirror that Song Peng had created was still on the cloud bed in the main hall of the Heavenly Lust Palace. This seemed inappropriate, but I couldn't turn back now. Besides, he was nearly dead, having lost all his cultivation, and couldn't possibly cause any trouble. Thinking of this, I stopped worrying about it.

Today, while chatting with friends, some wanted to know who the biggest boss of the book was, and what the focus of the entire conflict was. Others felt that the plot, including the subjugation and cuckoldry elements turning into a harem, seemed out of control. But to be honest, many plot points were designed long ago. The harem is one of the main elements of the book, and the biggest boss was naturally designed long ago as well. However, I wanted this boss to be a little different. After all, the eternal themes of cultivation novels are adventures, enemies, power, women, battles, etc., but every author writes a different story. Just like cooking with the same oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, the final taste is different. It's the same principle. I also wanted the boss and the intersection of the conflicts to be unique, so I've been working hard on the concept and will never be perfunctory. But now... I can't tell you who he (she, it) is, but I can give you a little spoiler. Song Peng is a character who will never recover. As a porn player, he's there to write sex scenes, but many fans have pleaded for him, so I've decided to give him more screen time. He should actually treat everyone to dinner at the Nine Immortals Demon Palace. Those who want to go can just ride their escape light there... Regarding the issue of Zi Han not getting pregnant after being ejaculated inside by Song Peng in Chapter 2, I initially thought everyone understood, so I didn't explain it much. But some friends asked, so I'll explain it here. Song Peng can kill the sperm left by Wu Chenzi, so Ye Lingxuan can too. He definitely wouldn't let his wife get pregnant with someone else's child. This is something I didn't explain clearly, a mistake... Finally, Shui Longyin wishes everyone a Happy New Year and a joyful family reunion!

Chapter 10

, the final battle, is crucial for me. Whether I can stay with Zi Han forever depends on the outcome of this battle. Because this battle was so important, I needed to choose a battlefield. After all, according to the calculations of fate, I should be suppressed by Buddhism. So I fled towards Mount Ling.

Previously, during my journey, I had to consider the safety of the members of the Lustful Cult, so I had to conceal my presence at all times. But this time, I had no such worries and only wanted to fight back. Therefore, I deliberately revealed myself, leaving a trail of light a hundred miles behind me, as if afraid the enemy wouldn't see me. I was truly unrestrained and arrogant.

Such an arrogant flight naturally attracted the attention of countless powerful cultivators immediately. In just half a day, hundreds of streaks of light were following me, and even more were converging from afar. I heard someone shouting behind me, "Golden Saint! Golden Saint Ye Lingxuan! He has a Chaos Treasure! Everyone, intercept him!"

"Ye Lingxuan not only has the Four Symbols Cauldron, but also the Primordial Scripture! Kill him, and we'll split the spoils!" "We can't kill him yet. Only he knows the whereabouts of the Seven Star Ring. Let's search his soul and refine his spirit to find its location first!" "Ye Lingxuan, hand over the Four Symbols Cauldron and the Primordial Scripture, join our Red Dust Sect, and we might spare your life!" "Ye Lingxuan, didn't you kill the three Arhats of Tiantai Mountain, Mingwu, Mingfei, and Mingyuan? A life for a life! Don't try to escape!"

I couldn't be bothered with such clamor. If I flew at full speed, I could easily shake off these people, but I didn't care to waste my energy. I'd circle around a couple of times, and once the pursuers increased in number, I could wipe them out in one fell swoop!

But those following behind seemed to think I lacked the courage to fight. Seeing the increasing number of cultivators surrounding me, their courage grew, and they shouted incessantly: "Ye Lingxuan, stop running away! If you have the guts, stop the fight!" "You can run for a while, but can you run forever?" "A thousand years ago you stole the Primordial Scripture, and recently you destroyed the Nine Immortals Demon Palace. Golden Saint, you have quite the reputation, but seeing you today, you're nothing special. It's true that seeing is believing!" "Everyone says Ye Lingxuan's Daoist techniques are powerful and his deductions are unparalleled. It turns out his ability to escape is just as formidable. No wonder he abandoned his wife and fled alone back then!" "Hurried like a dog with its tail between its legs, busy like a fish that has escaped the net, that's exactly what you, Golden Saint Ye Lingxuan, are like!"

I cursed inwardly. They really won't shed tears until they see the coffin! Looking at the thousands of cultivators chasing after me, I estimated that I had enough to kill once. I stopped my escape light and turned to run straight towards the countless pursuers behind me.

The cultivators behind me were in the middle of a lively chase, unaware that I would turn around and attack. Since they were all hastily assembled, while not exactly a rabble, their coordination was completely lacking. Some stopped quickly, some slowly, and those behind bumped into those in front, causing immediate chaos. Intending to establish my authority, I didn't bother to take advantage of the situation, watching as the cultivators took their positions in mid-air and slowly surrounded me.

A demonic cultivator, resembling a skeleton, said, "You...why aren't you running anymore!" I glanced at him, then surveyed the other cultivators, and said calmly, "I'm tired of running, this humble Daoist wants to rest!" The cultivators stared at each other in disbelief, then overjoyed, their eyes fixed on me like hungry wolves eyeing sheep. However, wary of others, no one dared to make the first move.

I sneered inwardly and raised my voice, "You all are following me for nothing more than the Four Symbols Cauldron and the Primordial Scripture. How about this, I don't want to make any more powerful enemies. If anyone can withstand ten of my moves, I will give them these two divine artifacts. What's wrong with that?" Upon hearing my words, the surrounding area erupted in an uproar, with people discussing and whispering among themselves.

After a moment, a ghostly cultivator, whose figure was barely visible, spoke up: "Ye Lingxuan, with the Four Symbols Cauldron in your hand, who would dare to fight you one-on-one? You think you can defeat us one by one? You underestimate the Zhou Tian Cultivators!" I sneered: "Do you even deserve to represent the Zhou Tian Cultivators?"

Hearing my blunt rebuke, the cultivators all looked angry and shouted: "The Four Symbols Cauldron and the Primordial Scripture are divine objects that belong to the virtuous. We are not worthy to represent the Zhou Tian Cultivators. What virtue or ability do you have to steal such divine objects?" "Everyone, attack together! Kill this evil cultivator first, and then each of us can seize the treasures according to our own abilities!" Immediately, everyone responded, and countless magical treasures rained down on my hiding place.

My earlier suggestion of a one-on-one duel, deciding the victor in ten moves, was clearly a deliberate act of mockery. Although the attack was now launched by a multitude of cultivators simultaneously, it was entirely expected, and I remained calm. With a flick of my wrist, the Four Symbols Cauldron rose from my Niwan Palace. Against so many, I had no choice but to rely on this treasure.

At this moment, the thousand-plus enemies surrounding me from all directions unleashed their magical treasures. Some were merely single, exquisite treasures, while others possessed dozens of flying swords. The combined power of these treasures from over a thousand people produced eight or nine thousand rays of light of varying colors—truly magnificent, awe-inspiring, and dazzling. In an instant, they dispersed all the floating white clouds and mist around us. The sunlight, which should have been even brighter after the clouds cleared, appeared somewhat dimmed by the endless radiance of the treasures.

Without the Four Symbols Cauldron, I would have perished on the spot from such an attack, without even a chance to escape!

However, the Four Symbols Cauldron, renowned for its power to suppress all heavens and ages, possesses incredible might. This disorganized, slow-moving, and uncoordinated attack couldn't break through its absorption. If these thousand-plus enemies had formed a unified formation, their magic power flowing seamlessly, they might have posed a threat. But these cultivators were hastily assembled, blinded by greed, disloyal, and many harbored personal grudges, only holding back their fighting to obtain the divine treasure. With such divided agendas, how could they possibly coordinate effectively?

The Four Symbols Cauldron spun in mid-air, absorbing all the magical treasures that had attacked in the first wave. The surging light of treasures from all directions was gathered into a single stream, like rivers flowing into the sea, disappearing into the cauldron like mud oxen entering the ocean, leaving no ripples. The Four Symbols Cauldron then absorbed the countless sword lights and treasures, like a vast ocean accepting all comers! Only a few astute individuals, who had retrieved their treasures beforehand, escaped unscathed.

Seeing the Four Symbols Cauldron absorbing endless sword light and treasures, I secretly admired its magnificent spectacle. But the enemies opposite, whose magical treasures had been absorbed, probably didn't think so. They'd likely feel like they'd fallen into hell. Looking at the same thing from different perspectives inevitably leads to different thoughts. In an instant, I felt a surge of joy and casually recited a line from a poem by a powerful senior: "Endless tears of heroes, countless heads of enemies!" (Guess which senior wrote this...)

To be fair, the Four Symbols Cauldron's ability to refine and absorb enemy magical treasures isn't the strongest among the Ten Great Chaos Treasures. When it comes to trapping treasures, the Seven Star Ring is undoubtedly the best. While the Four Symbols Cauldron isn't as universally effective as the Seven Star Ring, it's more than enough to deal with these cultivators, each with their own hidden agendas.

After all, although they coveted the Four Symbols Cauldron and the Primordial Scripture, they also knew these two divine objects were extraordinary; who would dare to be the first to act? Therefore, they all only wanted others to exert effort so they could reap the benefits. This, in turn, allowed me to exploit the situation and defeat them. It's like a thousand small fish attacking a shark; though numerous, they are scattered and fight individually, easily devoured by the shark.

The cultivators, not expecting the Four Symbols Cauldron to be so powerful, were all shocked and grieved for their lost magic weapons. This grievance quickly turned to resentment, and they unanimously switched to magical attacks. In an instant, wind blades, ice spikes, fireballs, lightning arrows, blood flames, and Zen light surged forth like a tide. These were all seasoned cultivators, old and cunning, with incredibly fast reflexes. Since their magic weapons were unusable, they immediately switched to magical attacks, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

But if they could think of switching to magical attacks, how could I not? Even before I unleashed the Four Symbols Cauldron, I had already anticipated the cultivators' contingency plans after their attack missed. Before they could even cast their spells, my true form had already escaped while they were stunned and disoriented. What the cultivators were currently surrounding was merely an illusion. I casually released the five women from the "List of Beauties" and secretly infiltrated among the more than a thousand cultivators around me.

Although my illusion technique was exquisite, the moment it was dispersed by the endless spells, it still appeared different from a physical body. With over a thousand pairs of eyes present and the distance so close, some immediately noticed the discrepancy and shouted, "No, this is an illusion! Be careful, Jin Sheng is nearby!" The cultivators were all filled with fear, frantically scanning their surroundings with their divine senses.

Having long harbored a murderous intent, how could I hold back now?

The Four Symbols Cauldron was unleashed, unleashing the power of thunder as it charged towards the nearest enemy. Caught off guard and having lost their preferred magical weapons, the cultivators were instantly reduced to a bloody mess, with screams echoing everywhere.

All around, countless people were ready to be killed. My fighting spirit surged within me. Although my main cultivation path was the natural way of immortality, a bloodthirsty will still lingered in my bones. After all, killing is the instinct of all things, and the law of the jungle is the natural order. If I don't kill, others will kill me. What scruples could I possibly have?

The Four Symbols Cauldron blocked a wave of attacks, and I seized the opportunity to circulate my magic power, unleashing a series of powerful Purple Mansion Immortal Lightning bolts that blasted away the dozen or so closest enemies. Then I charged towards the densest concentration of enemies, my gaze sweeping over them all with ferocious faces. Yet, a sense of exhilarating vengeance filled my heart, and I couldn't help but let out a long roar to the heavens. Those cultivators with lower magic power who heard this roar, fueled by true essence, experienced a moment of dizziness, their escape light scattering, and they swayed precariously. Even those with higher power couldn't help but feel their hearts pound and their expressions change slightly.

In this fierce battle, I moved through thousands of powerful enemies, utterly unmatched. Eventually, my gaze swept in all directions, and wherever it fell, the enemies' expressions changed drastically, and they retreated in fear. A feeling of superiority over all living beings welled up within me, and a surge of heroic spirit arose spontaneously.

By this point in the battle, the cultivators had already realized the situation was dire and were shouting, trying to form a formation to suppress me. A small group of cultivators specifically chose to engage me in combat, while the rest gathered to prepare for their formation. I ignored them, continuing to ambush and kill my opponents. As the saying goes, "It's better to cut off one finger than to injure ten," I wanted to first annihilate the group responsible for keeping me occupied.

Because there was never a day of peace in the Six Paths of Heaven, with constant killing, the cultivators were all seasoned veterans, so they

focused on forming a formation and didn't take long to gather. But this brief moment was enough for me to slaughter the group responsible for the initial engagement. Their deaths were worthwhile in buying time! Just as the cultivators were about to unleash the power of their formation, at this critical moment, the five women who had been hidden suddenly attacked!

After the five women were refined into magical treasures, their strength increased greatly. In addition, since I had flown away alone, which was witnessed by all the cultivators, they had no idea that I had helpers. Therefore, all the cultivators' attention was focused on me. Moreover, although most cultivators had many magical treasures, their most handy ones had been taken away by the Four Symbols Cauldron. They had replaced them with other magical treasures for self-defense and to defend themselves against enemies, which inevitably reduced their strength. At this moment, when the five women ambushed them, more than a dozen of their treasures shattered and their souls were scattered.

The sounds of flesh tearing, bones breaking, and dying screams rang out one after another, accompanied by cries of alarm and agony: "Ye Lingxuan has helpers! He's not alone!" "An ambush!" "Ah! Enemies here too!"

Although the cultivators were experienced in killing, this sudden turn of events, occurring from within their own ranks, filled everyone with agonizing screams. All they saw was infighting, and I seized the opportunity to counterattack, my Four Symbols Cauldron slaying dozens of cultivators. Immediately, the crowd erupted in chaos, everyone fearing for their lives. In their haste, they couldn't determine how many allies I had, nor could they distinguish friend from foe. Chaos reigned

. If the cultivators had been united, even with my Four Symbols Cauldron, I might not have been able to defeat them. But from the outset, they fought individually, and after I killed a number of them, their formation was in disarray. No one could stop me; I, along with the five women, charged left and right, leaving countless dead and wounded.

Many insightful cultivators, realizing the situation was hopeless, immediately fled. Their escape was quickly followed by a large number of others, disrupting any semblance of formation. I relentlessly pursued and slaughtered them, resulting in countless deaths and a pervasive atmosphere of resentment for miles around.

No matter how fast the fleeing cultivators were, they couldn't outrun me and the five women. Long journeys rely on the speed of one's escape light, while close combat depends on the speed of one's movement techniques. However, both are limited by one condition: the strength of one's body!

If the body isn't strong enough, it will be torn apart during rapid movement. Therefore, generally, cultivators with strong bodies are faster. Of course, this isn't absolute. Those with exceptionally high comprehension of the Heavenly Dao, achieving oneness with heaven and earth, can reach their speed limit even without a strong body, even achieving instantaneous teleportation. But even powerful figures like the True Wisdom Bodhisattva, the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, and the Six-Eyed Hou King haven't necessarily reached the state of oneness with heaven and earth, let alone these cultivators before us.

Since neither side has reached the state of oneness with heaven and man, the only remaining factor is physical strength and speed. My body has been tempered by the Four Symbols Cauldron for many years, and the five women's bodies have been directly refined into magical treasures, making them extremely powerful. It's reasonable that they are faster than the other cultivators. With separate ambushes, at most only two or three hundred cultivators can escape.

I ordered the five women to collect all the cultivation techniques and secret manuals left behind by the other cultivators. My future path of cultivation can no longer be based on 'purity' but must be broadened by various schools. Although I will focus on the immortal path, I will definitely supplement it with the six paths of gods, Buddhas, demons, monsters, humans, and ghosts, integrating the strengths of all schools. Perhaps then I can break through to the state of oneness with heaven and man.

After this battle, my reputation will undoubtedly spread widely among the eight major powers and the scattered immortals, possibly reaching heights I've never achieved before. The title "Golden Saint" Ye Lingxuan will certainly be infamous. However, I feel no joy whatsoever, for water overflows when full, and the moon wanes after it's full. The day I reach my peak will also be the day I face my tribulation!

I found a scenic spot to rest, with the five women spreading out to protect me. While regulating my true energy, I refined the thousands of magical treasures in the cauldron, refining them to extract various refining materials. This refining process isn't particularly mentally taxing in weapon crafting, so I did it casually.

Before long, my magical power recovered. After all, the Four Symbols Cauldron constantly transferred the magical energy absorbed during the battle to me, so my own consumption wasn't great. However, the mental fatigue from the great battle will take another day to recover.

Thousands of magical artifacts were being refined one by one, a massive undertaking, and my time was running out. I could only refine one at a time, but I wasn't worried. What was meant to happen would happen eventually, so why not be carefree and relaxed?

Not long after, the sound of air being torn apart came from afar. I listened intently and saw about a hundred people approaching. Although their numbers weren't large, their escape speed was extremely fast, indicating that most of them possessed considerable magical power. Moreover, the sound of air being torn apart was very synchronized, suggesting that these hundred-odd people definitely belonged to the same faction. Previously, the cultivators had been scattered and fighting individually, which might not have been comparable to this group of well-trained elites.

I knew that although the five women's power had greatly improved, this time the enemies were numerous and belonged to the same sect, so the tactic of deception was no longer effective. Therefore, I recalled them to the Book of Beauties and quietly awaited the opportunity.

A moment later, more than a hundred streaks of light descended, seemingly scattered around, but in fact they had already occupied all the dangerous spots, and there was a faint sense of encirclement. An expert's skill is immediately apparent when they make a move. Their coordination was so skillful and tight that they could not possibly be an unknown sect. My heart skipped a beat, and I became secretly on guard.

The figures of the cultivators were all indistinct, appearing and disappearing, separated by more than ten feet. Their yin energy already enveloped them, clearly indicating they belonged to the Ghost Path. However, judging from their snow-white robes, they did not belong to any of the Ten Courts of Hell. Curiosity piqued, I asked, "Forgive my poor eyesight, but which sect of fierce spirits do you belong to?"

As the saying goes, those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. Calling ghost cultivators "fierce spirits" is a respectful term. When I met Tao Xiaoxiao, Min Wenjing, and other ghost cultivators, they were in human form, hence I addressed them as "fellow Daoist." But now, these invading enemies made no attempt to conceal their ghost cultivator identities, so I naturally addressed them according to the rules of the Ghost Path. It's like how I have a very good relationship with the leader of a certain immortal sect; I can address him casually in ordinary times, but in formal occasions, I must address him as "fellow Daoist Leader."

Although the invading enemies' intentions were clear, they did not immediately attack, so I was naturally happy to proceed with courtesy first.

Upon hearing me refer to them as fierce and malevolent spirits, the leading ghost cultivator immediately smiled. However, his skin was dry and bony, with jagged teeth, making his smile rather eerie. He hoarsely said, "I have long admired the reputation of Fellow Daoist Jin Sheng Ye. How fortunate to meet you today? We are just lowly ghosts from the Seventy-Two Caves of the Netherworld. Fellow Daoist Ye has lived in seclusion for a thousand years, so you may not have heard of our sect."

Ghost cultivators referring to themselves as lowly ghosts is the same as immortal cultivators referring to themselves as humble Daoists—both are modest. But I never expected that such a fierce-looking evil ghost would be so refined. I guess he must have been a master of Confucianism in his previous life. I became even more wary. I had never heard of the Seventy-Two Caves of the Netherworld, but just by looking at the aura of these ghost cultivators and their ability to move freely and capture people in the mortal realm, it was not difficult to imagine the immense power of this force, which should be comparable to a single hall of the Ten Kings of Hell.

I nodded and said, "It is my ignorance that I have come here. Are you all here for the Four Symbols Cauldron and the Primordial Scripture?"

The ghost cultivator leader said, "You could say that, and you could say that. Our sect's Grand Cave Master has long admired your demeanor and would like to invite you to stay in the Seventy-Two Caves of the Netherworld for a while. If you have other commitments and cannot accompany us lesser ghosts, you can entrust the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron to us. Our Grand Cave Master can borrow them to admire for tens of thousands of years before returning them intact. In this way, we can give our Grand Cave Master an explanation, and you won't have to go through any detours. Wouldn't that be better?"

This shameless request was actually made to sound serious and reasonable! I am now quite certain that this ghost cultivator leader was a Confucian in his previous life. Only a shameless, black-hearted Confucian scholar who spouts benevolence and morality could utter such nonsense!

Enraged, I laughed and clapped my hands, saying, "That's indeed a good idea! But I'm lazy by nature, and the complicated matters of handing over such treasures have always been handled by my subordinates. These subordinates are incredibly cunning, and my word doesn't count!"

The ghost cultivator leader said, "It was rumored that Fellow Daoist Ye secretly had reinforcements, which utterly crushed the group of cultivators. It seems this fellow also played a part in it? But Fellow Daoist's reputation is growing, yet you are controlled by your subordinates. Doesn't that diminish your spirit? Very well, Fellow Daoist, please invite this fellow out so we little ghosts can talk to him. Perhaps he will be reasonable."

His words seemed humble, but his intentions were extremely domineering. When he said the words "utterly crushed," he emphasized them heavily, clearly mocking the group of cultivators I had killed as incompetent and not worth mentioning. However, on the eve of my tribulation, I had fought against overwhelming odds and experienced a great battle. My Dao heart had already advanced further, so why would I care about his mocking words?

I smiled faintly, let out a long howl, and waved to the distance, as if calling to my friends. The ghost cultivators couldn't help but look into the distance. I seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, summoned the Four Symbols Cauldron, and attacked the ghost cultivator leader, saying coldly, "This is my companion. You can talk to it!"

The ghost cultivators of the seventy-two caves were not only powerful, but also had close cooperation among themselves, which was far superior to the individual battles of the previous cultivators. Now that I had gained the upper hand, I immediately attacked the leader fiercely. If I could open a gap in this, I could crush the powerful enemy!

Although the ghost cultivator leader's power and cultivation were not as good as mine, if we fought to a draw, it would take me thirty moves to subdue him. Even if I relied on the Four Symbols Cauldron, it was not impossible for him to withstand five of my moves. But now he had lost the initiative and had no time to dodge. He was forced to summon his magic weapon to block the Four Symbols Cauldron. Instantly, the magic weapon's light was shattered, and he was sent flying several feet away, only managing to stop his momentum after crashing into his companions behind him.

The Four Symbols Cauldron was incredibly powerful. Had the ghost cultivator leader not used his Blood Sword, a supreme treasure, to block the attack first, and relied on his Nether Armor, a supreme treasure, to deflect the force, he would likely have perished in that blow! Although he survived, his Blood Sword and Nether Armor were both destroyed, and he himself was severely injured.

Although I launched a sneak attack, being surrounded, I managed to severely injure the enemy leader in the blink of an eye, gaining the upper hand from the outset! Caught off guard, the ghost cultivators of the Seventy-Two Caves immediately became scattered, but being seasoned veterans, they quickly launched magical attacks against me. It seems they had also learned that magical treasures are countered by the Four Symbols Cauldron, and therefore did not repeat the same mistake.

In just a few hours, they were able to obtain such accurate battle reports; it seems the strength of the Seventy-Two Caves of the Netherworld is far greater than I imagined.

The spells of the Ghost Path are mostly curses and poisons, and one must never be tainted by even a trace of them. Although I have elixirs to dispel curses and poisons, there is no time to take them during the fierce battle. Therefore, I can only carefully dodge and parry. Fortunately, the Four Symbols Cauldron is intelligent and can change size at will. At this moment, it has transformed into the size of an eight-immortal table. With a wave of my hand, it intercepts all the vicious spells of the Ghost Path. Whether it is poison or curse, it is absorbed and refined by the Four Symbols Cauldron, turning into streams of pure primordial energy.

After fighting for a while, the Ghost Cultivators were quite anxious because they could not find a way to counter the Four Symbols Cauldron. Suddenly, a hoarse voice rang out: "Use the 'Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Heaven Formation' to trap him to death!" I glanced over in my busy schedule and saw that it was the Ghost Cultivator leader, whom I had severely injured earlier, giving the order.

Clearly, this leader held immense prestige. The ghost cultivators obeyed, retreating as if on cue, their hands waving in unison. Countless yin spirits flew from their sleeves, instantly blotting out the sky. Looking around, all directions were filled with ghostly shadows. Aside from the faint wails of ghosts, no other sound could be heard. Moreover, this formation also suppressed divine sense; even with my powerful divine sense, it was suppressed to within a hundred feet, demonstrating the domineering and eerie nature of this formation! In

an instant, all I saw were yin winds and ghostly shadows; all I heard were ghostly wails and mournful sounds; all I smelled was the stench of blood; all I trod upon was filthy earth and white bones. My divine sense was completely suppressed; I felt as if I were in the netherworld, far removed from the mortal realm. If one's Dao heart was not stable, if there was even the slightest flaw in one's mind, the yin spirits would immediately extinguish one's yang energy and attack the body. These yin spirits had been refined using secret ghostly techniques, their bodies covered in deadly poison and curses; anyone touched by them would die instantly!

I focused my mind and unleashed a barrage of Purple Mansion Immortal Thunder, instantly annihilating countless Yin Souls. However, the Myriad Souls Devouring Heaven Array showed no sign of collapsing. With a sigh, I knew that without finding and destroying the array's foundation and core, it was impossible to break this array.

Array formations are similar to the art of weapon crafting. The seven paths of humans, ghosts, immortals, demons, Buddhas, monsters, and gods each possess their own secrets. This method of commanding Yin Souls to fight is unique to the Ghost Path and the Demon Path. However, even though both paths enslave Yin Souls, their mysteries differ. Generally speaking, the Ghost Path primarily uses Yin Souls to kill and trap enemies, and ghost cultivators can directly devour Yin Souls to strengthen themselves. The Demon Path, on the other hand, uses Yin Souls to refine magical treasures and cannot directly devour them. Occasionally, they use Yin Souls to set up arrays to hinder enemies.

Almost all the techniques and secret arts of the Ghost Path rely on Yin Souls to be activated. The Demon Path's dependence on Yin Souls is far less than that of the Ghost Path, but its methods of using Yin Souls are also far less exquisite and meticulous than those of the Ghost Path.

I summoned the Four Symbols Cauldron, its shimmering light preventing countless vengeful spirits from approaching. I also summoned the five female protectors from the Scroll of Beauties. I sat cross-legged, silently calculating the locations of the array's core and foundation. Although each of the seven arrays had its strengths, they all shared the same fundamental principle: every array must have a core and several foundations. Destroying even one core or half of the foundations would cause the entire array to collapse.

This Myriad Souls Devouring Heaven Array could shield the five senses and suppress divine thought. Ordinary cultivators caught in it would be helpless. However, I was skilled in deduction, so finding the core and breaking the array was not difficult. This wasn't because the powerful ghost cultivator who created the array hadn't considered this issue, but because there was simply no other way. After all, the way of arrays is to evolve the world; even the world has its flaws, let alone arrays.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the location of the array's core had been calculated. With a long roar, the Four Symbols Cauldron carved a bloody path through the thousands of Yin spirits, leading the five women straight towards the array's core. However, my movement within the array naturally did not escape the notice of the seventy-two cave ghost cultivators. They immediately discovered my intentions, but all were wary of the Four Symbols Cauldron, and no one dared to enter the array to stop me. They merely manipulated their Yin spirits to desperately intercept me. The battle was fierce, and countless Yin spirits within the array were refined by the Four Symbols Cauldron!

I knew that these refined, high-quality Yin spirits were extremely precious, but regardless of whether the seventy-two cave ghost cultivators felt the pinch, I certainly didn't.

At this moment, the ghost cultivators were also in a dilemma. They had already poured all the Yin spirits they used for casting spells into the array, and they dared not remove the array under any circumstances. Otherwise, if I escaped, the Four Symbols Cauldron would be unrestrained, and the ghost cultivators, without Yin spirits to cast spells, would be utterly unable to resist. But if this dragged on, I would eventually break through the array's core. Immediately, they all became anxious, like ants on a hot pan.

Following the calculated direction, I fought my way through for almost half an hour before finally reaching the array's core. Using powerful magic, I broke through the protective barriers, revealing the core completely.

The core of this Myriad Souls Devouring Heaven Array was a skeleton sitting cross-legged. Judging from its size and shape, the skeleton appeared to be a grown human male in life, but it was entirely white, each bone seemingly carved from white jade. A bright yellow gemstone was embedded in the skull. With my keen eyesight, I could naturally see that the truly valuable part was the gemstone, not the skeleton itself. I immediately reached out to pry it off.

Just then, the ghost cultivator leader's hoarse voice rang out: "Ye Lingxuan, we'll let you out of the array, we'll go our separate ways, but you mustn't touch that spirit bone!" I sneered: "Once I break the array's core, will I need you to let me out?" At this point, I didn't even bother using the title 'this humble Daoist' anymore!

The ghost cultivator leader wanted to say something, but I didn't give him the chance! I grabbed the yellow gemstone on the skull with my fingers and twisted it hard. With a "snap," the gemstone fell into my palm, and the white jade skeleton immediately turned into ashes. In this way, the great formation was broken.

As soon as the great formation broke, it was like a hole being smashed in an overflowing water vat. Countless enslaved spirits immediately seized the opportunity to escape in all directions. The ghost cultivators were heartbroken and rushed to intercept them. The ghost cultivator leader, filled with shock and anger, shouted, "The enemy is about to come out! What do you care about those spirits! Retreat first!"

But now that I had broken free, how could I allow them to leave? I unleashed a series of Purple Mansion Immortal Lightning, killing several ghost cultivators. Then I released five women to intercept them from all sides. The ghost cultivator leader was injured and was escorted away by a dozen powerful ghost cultivators. At this moment, he roared angrily, "Ye Lingxuan, you even dared to steal the Nine Heavens... treasure that suppresses the formation's core! You really don't take our Seventy-Two Caves of the Netherworld seriously! Fine! Fine! Fine! When our Great Cave Master comes looking for you, we'll see how you die! Now return that treasure, and this matter will be considered settled. You go your way, I'll go mine, and we'll keep to ourselves!"

I sneered. Even now, he was still dreaming. I'm usually very composed, but I couldn't help but curse, "Bullshit! You surrounded me, I broke your formation, and now you want to take back your treasure and walk away? Do you think such a thing is possible? Don't you know who has ever managed to take back what's in my hands? Today, not only will you not get your treasure back, but you bunch of wandering ghosts won't escape!"

Ghost cultivators hate being called wandering ghosts. Hearing my curse, the ghost cultivators' faces changed color, but they knew that after their spirits scattered, they were powerless to fight me. They still desperately fled. I didn't say anything more and relentlessly pursued them.

In less than an hour, I led the five women on a ten-thousand-mile chase, slaughtering only about twenty ghost cultivators. The ghost leader's injuries hadn't healed, and he escaped only with the help of his companions. But when they were at their wits' end, his companions only cared about their own survival and didn't care about him. Finally, they abandoned him and scattered. I was too lazy to waste any more effort and decided to stop after eliminating this villain.

The ghost cultivator leader, unable to escape, landed on the ground, staggering. At this moment, despair finally appeared on his withered face, and tears streamed down his face in fear. His already hoarse voice became even more unpleasant: "You can't kill me! I am the beloved general of the Great Cave Master of the Seventy-Two Caves of the Netherworld. If you kill me, the Great Cave Master will not let you go! He will not let you go!"

Seeing his appearance, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions and sighed softly: "Misfortune and fortune have no gate; they are brought on by oneself! Before today, I did not know you existed in this world, and I never thought of killing you. But you wanted to kill me first, so now I naturally will not let you go. Go in peace!" With a casual wave of my hand, I unleashed the Purple Mansion Immortal Thunder, ready to bring this battle to a close.

Just then, a scholar emerged from behind the ghost cultivator leader. With a flick of his sleeve, he effortlessly received the Purple Mansion Immortal Lightning. Even with my current cultivation and power, I hadn't noticed his arrival, and my heart skipped a beat! The Four Symbols Cauldron and the Primordial Scripture, which I had absorbed into my body, trembled slightly, clearly reminding me that this person was extremely powerful.

This was the first time they had acted protectively towards their master since I obtained these two divine artifacts. Obviously, the enemies I had encountered before were not strong enough, and they hadn't bothered with them. But this also proved that this scholar was truly extraordinary and unfathomable!

This scholar looked to be only about forty years old, with a kind face and a restrained brilliance. He seemed to have read extensively in the classics, and his words were about to utter elegant and righteous pronouncements.

Judging from the ghost cultivator leader's expression, he didn't seem to recognize the Confucian scholar either, but like a drowning man grasping at a straw, he wouldn't let go and pleaded, "Great Confucian scholar, save me! This evil Taoist has committed heinous crimes and is relentlessly pursuing me. In my previous life, I was also a member of the Confucian school, a seventh-generation disciple of the Sage Zhu..."

Before the Confucian scholar could speak, I couldn't help but sneer, "You little brat, you can't even recognize the temple gate, yet you dare to worship Buddha randomly! You have no relation whatsoever, yet you dare to talk about seniority and friendship! If he is a great Confucian scholar in the secular world, then I am the Demon Lord of the Blood Prison!" The ghost cultivator leader was still unaware of what had happened, staring blankly at the Confucian scholar, not knowing where he had gone wrong.

I couldn't be bothered with this blind fool any longer. I cupped my hands in greeting to the scholar and said, "This humble Daoist is Ye Lingxuan. I was unaware of which Divine Emperor from the Heavenly Realm has graced us with his presence. I am sorry for my poor eyesight; I hope the Divine Emperor will not take offense

." Upon hearing this, the already ferocious face of the ghost cultivator leader turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with disbelief. He seemed unable to accept the fact that this scholar was a Divine Emperor, after all, in his speech, mannerisms, and attire, he was thoroughly a Confucian scholar.

But what happened next completely shattered the ghost cultivator leader's last hope. The scholar returned the greeting with clasped hands and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, you have excellent eyesight! My Dharma name is 'Lieyang.' The title of Divine Emperor is merely an honorific bestowed upon me by fellow Daoists from the eight great powers."

Lieyang Divine Emperor! There are probably not many cultivators in the entire Zhou Tian who haven't heard of this title.

The Divine Race once ruled the world in ancient times. Although they later declined somewhat, the Heavenly Realm established by the Divine Race is still one of the eight great powers! Although the Divine Race has the smallest population among the seven great races, they possess enormous influence.

However, if that were all, the divine race wouldn't be so feared by all cultivators. The main reason is that the divine path inherently restrains the six paths of humans, ghosts, demons, immortals, Buddhas, and monsters!

It should be understood that the six paths are interconnected and mutually restraining, conforming to the principle of mutual generation and restraint. However, the world is unpredictable, and the Great Dao is incomplete; the divine path is an exception, not restrained by any external path, but rather restraining all external paths. This gives the divine race a tremendous advantage when fighting enemies! With equal cultivation and magical treasures, any race would find it difficult to defeat a divine cultivator in a one-on-one situation, and might even be easily killed by them. However,

the balance of Heaven's Dao means that the divine race's reproduction rate is incredibly slow, resulting in an extremely small population. Therefore, they don't pose a threat to other races, and can only retreat to the Heavenly Realm to protect themselves.

Of the eight major powers, none are unified. The rift in the Celestial God Clan stems primarily from the issue of succession. One group believes in intermarriage with other races to compensate for the difficulty of reproduction, while another group vehemently opposes this, arguing that the divine race is too small and intermarriage could lead to assimilation. Even if assimilation doesn't occur, the offspring will not maintain their noble, pure bloodline. Each side has its reasons, and the God Emperors cannot reach a consensus. Coupled with the instigation and sowing of discord by other powers, this ultimately resulted in numerous factions within the Celestial Realm, leading to its complete division.

However, regardless of the Celestial Realm's internal divisions, I now face a genuine God Emperor. In this one-on-one situation, my chances of victory are extremely low; I might easily be captured. This is a far cry from my fate of being suppressed by the Buddhist sect.

Could it be… that my calculations are flawed, or is this Blazing Sun God Emperor deliberately defying destiny? Chapter 11

(05-03 ) : I looked at the Blazing Sun God Emperor and said calmly, "Your Majesty, you've come here for my Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron, haven't you?" The Blazing Sun God Emperor nodded and said, "That's right. I have indeed come here for the Four Symbols Cauldron. Fellow Daoist Ye, I am not one to seize by trickery or force. I am willing to exchange three supreme treasures for the Chaos Supreme Treasure in your possession. These three supreme treasures are not of the same kind and are all rare items. In terms of value, they are definitely no less than the Chaos Supreme Treasure. Moreover, it would be considered that I owe you a favor. What do you think?" While I was talking with the Blazing Sun God Emperor, the ghost cultivator leader quietly retreated and gradually disappeared into the distance. Although both the Blazing Sun God Emperor and I noticed that he was running away, we did not pay any attention to him. Although his magic power was not weak, he was not worth our attention. Such a small fry could be caught by me at will, and the Blazing Sun God Emperor could be saved at will. At this moment, we could naturally let him go at will. I had been polite to him before because I saw that his ghost cultivator followers were well-trained and that he valued the power behind him, not his personal strength. This Blazing Sun God Emperor was sincere and earnest, but how could I simply hand over such a divine treasure? Moreover, the Four Symbols Cauldron was crucial to my tribulation, and there was no reason to exchange it. I immediately declined, saying, "The Four Symbols Cauldron is my means of survival; it truly cannot be exchanged. I hope Your Majesty will not take offense." The Blazing Sun God Emperor frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said, "Then how about borrowing it from me for three years? I will definitely return it with both hands after three years, and the three treasures I promised before will be considered rent. How about that?" Judging from his expression, these words truly came from the heart. Given his status, he would never go back on his word. He probably genuinely needed the Chaos Treasure; otherwise, given the proud nature of the gods, how could they be so humble as to beg? I paused for a moment, then said, "The Four Symbols Cauldron is indeed beyond my ability to lend, but I know the whereabouts of the Seven Star Ring. How about the Divine Emperor goes to retrieve it himself?" I'm naturally more compliant to gentle persuasion than force. Since he, as a Divine Emperor, has come to ask me personally, I shouldn't embarrass him too much. Besides, if I successfully overcome my tribulation, I will definitely retire to the mountains with Zihan. What use would I have for the Seven Star Ring? It's better to do him a favor and leave room for maneuver. The Blazing Sun Divine Emperor hesitated, "I don't know the exact location of the Seven Star Ring, but based on the rumors circulating before, I infer that it's in the Endless Immortal Island in the South Sea. This place is close to the Western Spirit Mountain, but the distance is far. Even if I could get there, breaking through the outer restrictions would require a lot of effort, and I'm afraid there wouldn't be enough time."

The news of the divine artifact's imminent discovery caused a great stir. Many powerful figures knew that the Seven Star Ring was buried deep within the endless immortal islands of the South Sea, but the vast South Sea was boundless, and only I knew its exact location.

I sighed softly and said, "The Divine Emperor has his reasons, and so do I. This battle is inevitable!"

The Blazing Sun Divine Emperor nodded and said, "Then I have no choice but to offend you, but rest assured, fellow Daoist, I will return it intact in three years!" His words implied that he was certain of my defeat, but his tone was calm, without the slightest arrogance, naturally exuding an aura of supreme dominance, as if I were the only one worthy of it!

In my life, I have endured many hardships. Even when my magical power was weak, I was able to obtain the Primordial Scripture amidst the siege of countless cultivators. How much more so now that my Daoist arts have reached such a high level?

Now, to be so scorned, I couldn't help but sneer, about to make my move, when the Blazing Sun God Emperor shook his head, saying, "Fellow Daoist, you have just defeated the seventy-two ghost cultivators of the Netherworld Caves, and your magic power has not yet recovered. Perhaps you should first regulate your true essence before attacking." He was extremely arrogant and acted with utmost self-respect, refusing to gain the slightest advantage.

My heart sank. He was by no means arrogant, yet he was so overconfident, simply because he truly had the confidence to win and disdained any more opportunistic tactics, just as I had previously been too lazy to defeat the cultivators one by one, choosing instead to annihilate them all at once.

This was not a sign of foolishness, but a genuine belief in his own strength! This Blazing Sun God Emperor was absolutely the most formidable expert I had ever encountered! To have such a powerful opponent was truly a joy in life!

I remained silent, slowly regulating my true essence. The Blazing Sun God Emperor stood quietly to the side, not launching a sneak attack. He respected not me, but himself, just as we all understand that the greatest enemy on the path of cultivation is not other cultivators, but heaven and earth and oneself!

Defeating other cultivators does not grant immortality; only by conquering heaven and earth, and oneself, can one transcend the mundane and escape the cycle of reincarnation!

A moment later, I had returned to my peak condition, and the Blazing Sun God Emperor, no longer holding back, began our long-awaited battle!

We clashed over Daoist techniques, hand-to-hand combat, escape skills, and control over heaven and earth, one by one. The Blazing Sun God Emperor possessed a formidable physical body and exquisite Daoist techniques, moving with lightning speed—truly the strongest enemy I had ever encountered!

However, he never laid a killing hand during the fight, so my moves were only meant to be pointed at, and I disdained to use any underhanded tactics. This exchange was far more refined, lacking the scenes of frenzied battle and flying blood, yet the breathtaking moments far surpassed those when I was surrounded by a group of cultivators!

After this 'literary duel,' my strength was indeed inferior to that of the Blazing Sun God Emperor. Whether in terms of magical combat or hand-to-hand fighting, I was at a great disadvantage. The Blazing Sun God Emperor's moves were extremely fast, his methods were rigorous, his eyesight was incredibly accurate, his experience was rich, his Dao heart was steadfast, and his fighting spirit was unstoppable. He was far superior to any strong opponent I had ever encountered in my life.

I sighed inwardly, knowing that I would eventually have to use the Four Symbols Cauldron. If it were any other day, I would never have wanted to rely on a divine artifact to win against this God Emperor, but today's struggle involved my tribulation, so I had no other choice.

Seeing that defeat was inevitable, I said in a deep voice, "The Divine Emperor's power is boundless and his supernatural abilities are vast. I am no match for him and have no choice but to use the Four Symbols Cauldron!" The Blazing Sun Divine Emperor chuckled, "No problem! I'm just about to witness the power of the Four Symbols Cauldron! Fellow Daoist, don't hold back, just go for it!"

I summoned the Four Symbols Cauldron, and relying on the supreme power of this Chaos Treasure, I immediately turned the tide. The earth, water, fire, and wind within the cauldron surged, suppressing the Blazing Sun Divine Emperor. The Blazing Sun Divine Emperor was not surprised but delighted, and sincerely praised, " Such a divine object truly defies the creation of heaven and earth! Incredibly wonderful!

The Blazing Sun God Emperor then took out a compass-shaped magic weapon to block the Four Symbols Cauldron's attack, saying, "Fellow Daoist Ye, although my Heaven-Suppressing Compass is not a Chaos Treasure, it is still among the best of the treasures. Be careful!"

I cast spells, launching attack after attack, and said with a faint smile, "Thank you for your guidance! I am deeply grateful for your kindness!" His use of a treasure immediately leveled the battle and gave him a subtle advantage! My heart skipped a beat; I hadn't expected the Blazing Sun God Emperor to be so powerful.

I quickly focused my attention on the enemy. At the crucial moment, the Blazing Sun God Emperor activated the Heaven-Suppressing Compass, generating boundless suction to pull away and suppress the Four Symbols Cauldron. I hurriedly circulated my magic power to resist.

But at that moment, the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron simultaneously hummed softly. I vaguely sensed that they seemed to be urging me to give up resistance and allow the Heaven-Suppressing Compass to suck me in. I was greatly alarmed. After all, I often used the Four Symbols Cauldron to suppress enemies and knew the miserable fate of being at the mercy of others after being suppressed. How could I possibly give them a

handle to use against me now? But the humming of the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron grew more and more urgent, eventually becoming one after another, continuous and extremely agitated. However, for some reason, the Blazing Sun God Emperor opposite me seemed not to hear the humming of the Four Symbols Cauldron. He continued to manipulate the Heaven-

Suppressing Compass with an unchanging expression, emitting waves of suction power. I had possessed the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron for many years and was confident that they would not deliberately deceive me. Moreover, these divine objects were spiritual beings protecting their masters. Such urging must have a significant reason. I smiled bitterly and gave up resistance, allowing the Heaven-Suppressing Compass to suck the Four Symbols Cauldron and me in together. This sudden change was far beyond the Blazing Sun God Emperor's expectations, leaving him greatly surprised and at a loss for what to do.

The Blazing Sun God Emperor quickly regained his composure and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, please calm down. Leave the Four Symbols Cauldron behind, and I will release you immediately."

Although I was inside the Heaven-Suppressing Compass, the Blazing Sun God Emperor had not isolated the space inside and outside the compass, so I could still see what was happening outside. Just as I was about to speak, a sudden change occurred. The void rippled, and three faint figures appeared, surrounding the Blazing Sun God Emperor.

These three were not weak, and they were extremely skilled at concealing their auras. In addition, the Blazing Sun God Emperor and I had been completely focused on our battle, so we hadn't noticed that they were quietly lurking so close around us!

The Blazing Sun God Emperor's gaze swept over the three men, his brows furrowing slightly. He said, "So it's King Qin Guang, King Chu Jiang, and King Zhuan Lun. What brings you three to stop me?"

King Qin Guang and King Zhuan Lun exchanged a glance but remained silent. King Chu Jiang, however, smiled and said, "Brother God Emperor, Fellow Daoist Ye has some connections with our Underworld. We humbly request that Your Majesty release him to give our Underworld some face; we would be eternally grateful."

Despite being surrounded, the Blazing Sun God Emperor maintained his refined smile and said, "That's strange. I haven't heard of any dealings between Fellow Daoist Jin Sheng and you."

King Chu Jiang smiled and said, "The Seventy-Two Caves of Youming have defied Heaven, acted arrogantly and domineeringly, and frequently disturbed the Underworld. Fellow Daoist Ye helped us punish them; we are grateful and, naturally... " "However, we have come to ask the Divine Emperor for a favor in return."

The Divine Emperor of the Blazing Sun laughed heartily, his laughter lasting for a long time. The three kings, including King Chujiang, were not angry, but they subtly tightened their encirclement. The Divine Emperor of the Blazing Sun seemed unconcerned and said indifferently, "Your Highness is eloquent, I admire you! But if the three of you want to seize the Four Symbols Cauldron, I'm afraid it won't be so easy!"

King Chujiang's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and said, "In that case, we have no choice but to offend you!" As soon as he finished speaking, King Qin Guang, King Chujiang, and King Zhuanlun simultaneously raised their hands, and countless Yin spirits flew out from their sleeves, instantly sealing off the entire void. This scene was no different from the spell cast by the ghost cultivators of the Seventy-Two Caves of the Underworld, but the same move, when used by the three kings of the Underworld, was several times more powerful.

When the ghost cultivators of the Seventy-Two Caves of the Underworld cast their spells and set up their arrays, even with the combined power of over a hundred ghost cultivators, they still relied on that bright yellow gemstone as the array's eye to ensure its stability. However, the Three Kings of the Underworld merely manipulated their divine senses to set up the array, yet the array's power was far more astonishing. Clearly, although they were both ghost cultivators, the Three Kings' strength was far superior, simply incomparable! Moreover, this array eye, formed from divine senses, was formless and intangible, naturally increasing the difficulty of breaking the array!

Thinking of that yellow gemstone, I couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Having lived in seclusion on Mount Buzhou for a thousand years, I had collected countless rare and precious materials, and my eyesight and knowledge were certainly no less than any of the strongest in the Six Paths of Heaven. However, after carefully examining it for a long time, I couldn't see any clues. But this stone contained pure and rich earth-attribute elemental energy, which was definitely not an ordinary treasure. Furthermore, the ghost cultivator leader was willing to give up the Four Symbols Cauldron and the Primordial Scripture in the end to retrieve this stone, so its value was self-evident.

Although I can't yet identify what kind of treasure this is, now that it's in my hands, I'll find a way to figure it out sooner or later. But now is not the time to worry about that. I look out from inside the Heavenly Compass and watch this fierce battle unfold.

The three kings of the underworld joined forces, using the spirits to form an array that instantly trapped the Blazing Sun God Emperor. Although the Blazing Sun God Emperor was exceptionally talented and a top-tier figure in the universe, the three kings, including King Chujiang, were also far superior to ordinary powerhouses, having served as leaders of the underworld for many years and consistently holding their own against numerous forces.

Moreover, the Blazing Sun God Emperor had just engaged in a fierce battle with me, and although he had gained the upper hand, he had ultimately exhausted a large amount of his vital energy and magical power. Now trapped in the array, he was unable to break free for the time being. However, a powerful being like him was full of rare treasures and elixirs, and would not be exhausted in a short time. Therefore, the three kings of the underworld dared not personally enter the array to fight, fearing that this divine emperor would fight desperately, inevitably resulting in mutual destruction. Thus, they only continuously directed the spirits to besiege the Blazing Sun God Emperor, taking the opportunity to deplete his magical power.

Endless streams of malevolent spirits surged forth, and even the mighty Blazing Sun God Emperor dared not be careless. He formed hand seals, releasing a circle of pale purple protective divine light, exceptionally beautiful, enveloping a radius of three zhang and six chi around his body, without the slightest flaw.

This protective divine light flickered incessantly, extremely beautiful, worthy of being called pleasing to the eye, but its power was immense. As soon as a spirit touched the divine light, it instantly turned into green smoke, not even having time to utter a scream before its soul was scattered.

In an instant, thousands of spirits had perished under the divine light, but the Blazing Sun God Emperor's expression was extremely solemn. He moved constantly within the formation, clearly searching for the formation's core. However, the core was now formed from divine sense, far more concealed than the physical core I had previously broken. An hour passed, and the Blazing Sun God Emperor still could not find it.

If this continued, his true essence and magical power would inevitably be greatly depleted. Even if he could break out of the formation, he would be no match for the three kings who had been waiting outside for a long time, and the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable.

Although I was trapped in the Heaven-Suppressing Compass, the Blazing Sun Divine Emperor hadn't activated its power, so I was only temporarily unable to escape, and my magical power remained unaffected. After silently deducing for a long time, I finally saw through the trick and immediately transmitted my voice, "Blaze God Emperor, this formation traps you in impure soil and locks your spirit with yin wind. The formation's core keeps shifting between the Kun and Xun positions, which is why you can't find it!"

Upon hearing this, the Blazing Sun Divine Emperor was overjoyed and exclaimed, "Everyone says that Golden Saint Ye Lingxuan's deductions are unparalleled, and indeed, his reputation is well-deserved. Fellow Daoist, rest assured, once I break this formation, I will immediately release you." Having experienced countless intrigues and deceptions, he was naturally very cautious and wouldn't trust me before breaking the formation, which is why he said he would release me afterward. But at this moment, I had other plans. Even if he was willing to release me, I wouldn't leave!

The Blazing Sun Divine Emperor summoned an ancient mirror, the patterns engraved on it giving off a strong sense of vicissitude, clearly an ancient treasure. Just by looking at the pure primordial energy quietly flowing on it, one could tell that this treasure was no less powerful than the Heaven-Suppressing Compass.

With a flick of his hand, the Blazing Sun God Emperor unleashed two beams of light from the ancient mirror, striking two hidden spots within the formation. The formation immediately trembled and groaned. Overjoyed, the Blazing Sun God Emperor knew my words were true and manipulated the mirror to launch a relentless attack on the formation's core.

This targeted approach naturally yielded remarkable results. In an instant, the formation vanished, and the vengeful spirits scattered and fled. The Three Kings, however, paid no heed, showing none of the heartache they had displayed earlier towards the ghost cultivators. But then again, the Three Kings of the Underworld controlled three Palaces of Reincarnation, possessing far more rare and precious treasures than I did. With such wealth and power, why would they care about a mere tens of thousands of vengeful spirits?

The Blazing Sun God Emperor, finally free, immediately said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, thank you for your help. I will release you now!" As a Heavenly God Emperor, he was undoubtedly a ruthless killer, but I hadn't expected him to be so trustworthy!

But by this point, I had already discerned the intentions of the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron; how could I possibly leave? He immediately refused, saying, "Wait! I've stayed for quite some time and find this treasure of the Divine Emperor quite to my liking, so I won't go out for now."

The Blazing Sun Divine Emperor smiled bitterly, "Everyone says that the Golden Saint's divination is unparalleled, and he's incredibly cunning. Indeed, they're right! I wondered how I could have easily suppressed you at first; it turns out you were just taking a break, waiting for me to have a big fight with the Three Kings of the Underworld!" At this moment, he didn't seem happy or sad, and he no longer referred to

himself as "this one." I remained silent, giving him a tacit agreement! He had just broken the formation with my guidance, and it wouldn't be good for him to turn against me immediately.

Besides, the Three Kings of the Underworld were watching him like tigers, and he couldn't care less about me. The Blazing Sun Divine Emperor and the Three Kings of the Underworld had completely broken off relations. At this point, what other path was there but a life-or-death struggle? They faced each other, and for a moment, the situation was eerily calm.

In an instant, the Blazing Sun God Emperor suddenly attacked, his ancient mirror flashing with light as he fiercely assaulted King Chujiang, attempting to create an opening. King Chujiang showed no fear, refusing to retreat an inch, his magical treasures meeting the attacks head-on, and for a time, he and the Blazing Sun God Emperor were evenly matched.

King Chujiang was a powerful figure in the Ghost Path, possessing extraordinary supernatural powers, but under normal circumstances, in a one-on-one fight, he might not be a match for a god-king, as it was well known that the gods were superior to many races. However, the Blazing Sun God Emperor had exhausted much of his power in several battles, and for a time, he couldn't overpower King Chujiang.

King Qin Guang and King Zhuanlun naturally didn't think that winning by numbers was a sign of heroism, and immediately joined the attack, relying on their superior numbers to force the Blazing Sun God Emperor to only parry and defend. However, in every racial war, there would be scenes of gods being ganged up on, so this was nothing new.

Although the Blazing Sun God Emperor was honest, he wasn't a pedantic fool. He immediately realized that the situation was hopeless and extremely dangerous. He desperately activated the ancient mirror, forcing King Qin Guang and King Chu Jiang back several steps. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he jumped out of the circle and tried to escape on his escape light. However, King Samsara seized the opportunity to use his magic weapon, injuring the Blazing Sun God Emperor's left arm and knocking down the Heaven-Suppressing Compass.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. The Blazing Sun God Emperor shouted as he flew away, "Three Kings of the Underworld, I will remember this grudge today. We'll meet again!" The three kings were too lazy to pay attention to such polite words. Although their victory was not honorable, victory was victory, and it was better than fleeing in defeat.

King Chu Jiang caught the Heaven-Suppressing Compass and laughed, "Fellow Daoist Ye, hand over the Four Symbols Cauldron and the Primordial Scripture, and I will spare your life. How about it?" Before I could answer, I heard a scream from the side. Looking closely, I saw that King Yama's face was pale and his back was covered in crimson. He had been ambushed and was seriously injured.

King Chujiang's expression changed drastically, and he shouted, "Which demon lord from Blood Prison has arrived? Why did you launch a sneak attack?" King Qin Guang, supporting King Zhuanlun, stared at a point in the void and said coldly, "Hiding your

head and showing your tail, despicable and shameless!" A haughty and arrogant voice, like a jackal grinding its teeth, rang out: "My sneak attack is despicable and shameless, but the three of you attacking one is not despicable and shameless?" As he spoke, the newcomer revealed his figure, and I immediately recognized him as the Soul Devouring Demon Lord. I had previously refined one of his avatars, so we were old acquaintances.

King Chujiang stared at him and said, "Although the Demon Lord is powerful, you are all alone. No matter how shameless your sneak attack is, you are not worthy to covet divine objects!"

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord sneered, "Who said I am alone?" As soon as he finished speaking, the void rippled and three figures flashed out. The three kings of the underworld glanced at them and their faces turned ashen. King Qin Guang couldn't help but say, "Good! Good! Good! The demon and monster factions have actually joined forces! Their ambitions are truly not small!"

I looked closely and saw that among the three was the Six-Eyed Hou King, and the other two were a demon and a monster. The demon lord was dressed in a blood-red robe, his eyes flashed with a pale purple light, and his beard and hair were as red as blood. He was probably the infamous Blood Luo Demon Lord. The monster emperor had three dragon heads, wore armor and a helmet, and was majestic. He should be the famous Three-Headed Sea-Suppressing Flood Dragon King!

As expected, the three-headed demon king said calmly, "Ye Lingxuan ambushed my subordinate, the Black and White Flood Dragon King, ruining my grand plan. I will make sure his soul is scattered!" The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord and the Six-Eyed Hou King also said, "This bastard, relying on the Four Symbols Cauldron, even dared to suppress our avatars. Today, we will definitely extract his marrow and refine his soul. If you three kings of the Underworld dare to obstruct us, we will kill you all today!"

Although the three kings of the Underworld were unwilling, King Chasing Wheel was already seriously injured, and the remaining two kings were fighting two against one, with little chance of victory. Moreover, they had already consumed more than half of the Yin Souls they used for their spells. Today, the situation was truly extremely unfavorable!

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel secretly alarmed. Falling into the hands of the Blazing Sun God Emperor, at least I wouldn't perish. But if I fell into the hands of these great demons, the situation would be a thousand times more miserable. If something were to happen, I would rather scatter my three souls and seven spirits than suffer any more humiliation!

The three kings of the underworld exchanged glances, knowing they couldn't gain any advantage today. They threw down the Heaven-Suppressing Compass and turned to leave. The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord and the others didn't want to cause any more trouble, so they didn't stop them.

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord snatched the compass, cackling wickedly, "Ye Lingxuan, you've finally met your match! Don't worry, I'll torture you for thousands of years until your soul is scattered! I'll extract your soul and play with your wife and female disciples in front of you every day! Hahaha!"

The Three-Headed Sea-Suppressing Flood Dragon suddenly spoke coldly, "Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, we agreed beforehand that the Primordial Scripture would be yours, and the Four Symbols Cauldron would be ours. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's expression changed slightly, then he laughed, "Of course I haven't forgotten! Flood Dragon King, rest assured!" Although he said this, he gripped the Heaven-Suppressing Compass tightly, showing no intention of sharing whatsoever. In an instant, the atmosphere between the great demons and giant monsters became extremely subtle.

The demon race was known for its volatile temper. The Six-Eyed Hou King snorted coldly and reached out to seize the Heaven-Suppressing Compass. The Soul-Devouring Demon Lord withdrew his hand and retreated. The Three-Headed Sea-Suppressing Flood Dragon drew its long spear, flicked its wrist, and thrust nine times in succession, cutting cracks in the void and blocking the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord's retreat. The Six-Eyed Hou King's five fingers were like hooks, and he immediately tried to forcibly take the compass. The Blood Demon Lord's blood-red robe trembled, deflecting this extremely fierce attack. In an instant, allies turned against each other and began to fight.

In terms of strength, the two sides were evenly matched, and it was difficult to determine a winner. However, since the compass had already fallen into the hands of the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord, the two demon kings could not take it away in a short time. They could only continue to attack fiercely to prevent the demons from escaping with the treasure.

The two sides fought fiercely and were evenly matched. Suddenly, a golden lotus appeared on the distant horizon, moving with incredible speed, like lightning, and in an instant, it had reached everyone!

Seeing the astonishing power of the attack, none of the four demons were willing to take it head-on. However, caught in the midst of their struggle, they had no time to dodge. With a loud bang, the heavens and earth trembled. The golden lotus had already collided with the protective spiritual light of the four powerful beings, sending the four demons flying far away. Even the Heaven-Suppressing Compass was knocked out of their hands.

I possessed a divine artifact and was the focus of the struggle among many forces. How could I possibly contend with so many powerful beings on my own? But the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron, being spiritually connected to their masters, guided me to hide within the Heaven-Suppressing Compass, allowing me to step outside the fray and observe the powerful beings killing each other.

Because I was not involved, my observation was clear. I had already seen that the golden lotus was covered with scriptures and mantras, and the sound of chanting could be faintly heard during the attack. Needless to say, this was the work of the Buddhist sect of Mount Ling. I just wondered which powerful being possessed such divine power that they could send four powerful beings from both the demon and demon factions flying in one fell swoop? This level of cultivation was truly terrifying, far surpassing the Blazing Sun God Emperor, King Chujiang, and others!

The golden lotus dissipated, revealing six figures. I recognized Bodhisattva Zhenhui, but I didn't recognize the other five. However, judging from the color of their monks' robes, they weren't from the same sect; they should belong to the Chan, Tiantai, and Yogacara schools respectively.

Upon seeing this, I secretly sneered, thinking, "So this earth-shattering attack was unleashed by six Bodhisattvas working together. No wonder there are such powerful beings in the world!" Although it was astonishing that six people could unleash such an attack, it wasn't invincible.

The demon and monster powerhouses were already focused on their battle, and the Buddhist attack had dealt them a blow. They were now seriously injured. They knew that accusations of shamelessness and sneak attacks were useless, so they remained silent, using their magic to try and seize the Heaven-Suppressing Compass first. But the six Buddhist Bodhisattvas had come prepared and had the upper hand; how could they let them succeed?

Six Bodhisattvas chanted Buddhist mantras together, their six rays of Zen light merging to form a giant swastika, with the six-syllable mantra "Om Mani Padme Hum" appearing around its edge. Combined with the power of the six Bodhisattvas, this Buddhist supernatural power was incredibly awe-inspiring; the swastika almost completely obscured the entire void!

By this time, the Demon King and the Demon Lord had already considered retreating, but Buddhism, always compassionate and committed to saving all sentient beings, always helped those in need to the very end, even killing to the death. They were not about to let them off easily. The sky-covering swastika suddenly trembled, carrying the force of a thunderbolt, and crashed down upon the four demons!

Although the four demons were injured and extremely unwilling to fight back, what other choice did they have at this point? Each wielded their magical treasures and struck the swastika, unleashing another deafening, ear-piercing roar. After a fierce clash, the six Bodhisattvas, outnumbered and outmatched, managed to retreat a step, while the four demons coughed up blood. Divine artifacts, though valuable, were no match for their lives. Taking advantage of the recoil, the four demons created distance and escaped on their escape lights.

Whether the demons would later accuse each other of being blinded by greed and breaking their promises, leading to their defeat by Buddhism, remains unknown.

The six Bodhisattvas remained silent, retrieved the Heaven-Suppressing Compass, and returned to Mount Ling on their escape lights.

Inside Longhua Temple on Mount Ling, six bodhisattvas, including Zhenhui, sat in meditation on the main hall. Before them, on the offering table, lay the Heaven-Suppressing Compass. Bodhisattva Zhenhui clasped her hands together and said, “May the Buddha have mercy! The Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron are tainted with endless karmic debts of killing; they are extremely ominous objects. We beg Benefactor Ye to hand them over so that we may resolve their calamities through Buddhist teachings. This would be an immeasurable act of merit, surpassing even the construction of a seven-story pagoda. Moreover, Benefactor Ye has a karmic connection with Mount Ling. Lay down your butcher's knife, convert to Buddhism, and you will become a protector of the Dharma, thus avoiding endless calamities. What do you think, Benefactor?”

I sat cross-legged within the Heaven-Suppressing Compass, too lazy to speak. A protector of the Dharma? More like a slave to Buddhism! Since I was trapped within Buddhism, it meant my calculations were correct; there would be a day of liberation. Although I would inevitably suffer some torment, what did a true man have to fear?

Seeing that I ignored him, a large, stout Bodhisattva in the hall, resembling Maitreya, spoke up: "Bodhisattva Zhenhui, dealing with such a ruthless demon through rituals and Zen is futile. Let's suppress him directly beneath Mount Sumeru and use the power of sandalwood merit and Buddhist light to guide him!" Bodhisattva Zhenhui

said, "Excellent! Bodhisattva Lingyuan, you must not act rashly on ignorance! The Buddhist path is vast, and there is no one who cannot be saved! Although Benefactor Ye is lost in the sea of suffering, who knows if he will not turn back? Let's give Benefactor Ye three days; perhaps he can achieve enlightenment and escape this calamity." All the Bodhisattvas clasped their hands together and said, "Bodhisattva Zhenhui is compassionate and merciful. We hope Benefactor Ye will not remain stubbornly deluded and fail to appreciate the Bodhisattva's good intentions."

I sneered inwardly, but further words were futile, so I remained silent.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Lingyuan Bodhisattva said, "Ye Lingxuan, three days have passed. Why don't you quickly lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot?" Seeing my silence, Zhenhui Bodhisattva said, "Alas, stubborn and unyielding! All Bodhisattvas, let's save him completely. Let's borrow the power of Mount Sumeru to help Fellow Daoist Ye convert."

Immediately, they pressed the Heaven-Suppressing Compass under Mount Sumeru, and the six Bodhisattvas sat cross-legged on the summit, chanting scriptures. Mount Sumeru immediately emitted rays of golden light, using the power of sandalwood merit to forcibly convert me.

I circulated my magic power to resist the sandalwood merit light, but in an instant, I felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on me. The light pressed my magic power so tightly that it couldn't leave my body. My joints cracked and popped, sweat instantly covered my entire body, and even breathing became difficult.

Mount Sumeru was already incredibly powerful, and with the blessing of six Bodhisattvas channeling their Buddhist power, it was far beyond my ability to contend with. If I were to forcefully resist, I could only last a few decades before being converted by the Buddhist light, losing my self and becoming a slave to the Buddhist protectors—a truly tragic end.

But why should I fight the Buddhists head-on? I activated the Taoist Tai Chi True Method, exerting all my strength to slightly deflect the Buddhist light, guiding it into the Four Symbols Cauldron. I directed the light to strike the Eye of Zhurong within the cauldron. The Eye of Zhurong, filled with resentment and devoid of consciousness or spirit, naturally resisted when illuminated by the Buddhist light. In an instant, the resentment was fully aroused by the Buddhist light, and the battle raged fiercely.

If a mortal were to carry five or six hundred pounds of weight on a journey, they would inevitably be crushed to death. But if a mortal were to ride in a carriage, driving the horses to pull the goods, they would naturally be safe. At this moment, the Buddhist light was the heavy cargo, the Eye of Zhurong was the carriage, and I was the driver.

The six Bodhisattvas possessed incredibly powerful divine senses, and they immediately noticed that I was redirecting the Buddha's light elsewhere. However, they didn't care, since even if I used the Four Symbols Cauldron to resist the Buddha's light, given the vast difference in strength, the Buddha's light would eventually forcefully convert the Four Symbols Cauldron, and I would still be unable to escape my fate. But they didn't expect that the Eye of Zhurong was different from the Four Symbols Cauldron. It was filled with resentment and was not fighting against the Buddha's light under my command, but rather it was counterattacking on its own.

At this moment, I felt neither sorrow nor joy, calmly watching the clash between the Buddha's light and the resentment. Both moved with effortless grace, their offense and defense perfectly balanced, their battle no less formidable than a clash between the world's strongest warriors. The great god Zhurong , in his lifetime, had shattered the pillar of heaven, nearly causing the collapse of the six realms of existence; his remains were naturally extraordinary. However, the six Bodhisattvas, aided by Mount Sumeru, were also incomparably powerful. Therefore, this struggle

would not yield a victor for the foreseeable future. The resentment in Zhurong's eyes wielded divine magic, a closely guarded secret of the great god Zhurong, while the Buddha's light embodied the true essence of the Buddhist path of Mount Ling, exquisitely refined. I watched intently, not wanting to miss a single spell or supernatural power, while simultaneously recalling the moves of the Blazing Sun God Emperor, the Three Kings of the Underworld, the great demons and monsters, the Buddhist Bodhisattvas, and numerous independent cultivators, comparing them to the Great Dao I cultivated, drawing upon the strengths of many to enhance my vision and power.

As I verified the Great Dao, time flowed ceaselessly. In the blink of an eye, more than 570 years had passed. My state of mind and cultivation had advanced further, but the Eye of Zhurong was gradually being overwhelmed by the Buddha's light. After all, it was no longer the world-destroying God Zhurong. Although its resentment was strong, how could water without a source last?

I sighed softly and diverted a portion of the Buddha's light surging from the foot of Mount Sumeru to my own body to reduce the pressure on the Eye of Zhurong, so that it could last longer in this life-or-death struggle. How could I not understand the principle of mutual dependence? Moreover, this small stream of Buddha's light shining on my body could temper my physical body. Just as a five or six hundred jin weight would crush a mortal, but a mortal could carry a fifty or sixty jin weight without any problem, and it could even strengthen the body.

While tempering my body with Buddhist light, I also absorbed the strengths of various schools to make up for my weaknesses. After my cultivation improved, I discovered many shortcomings and weaknesses that existed before, which I can now correct one by one. Some doubts and questions about deduction and techniques have also become clear, like the sun breaking through the clouds.

However, the Great Dao is as vast as the ocean. Although I have seen and heard a lot, how can I possibly understand it all? To integrate all the known methods, it would take at least sixty-four Jiazi (a unit of time in Chinese calendar), but after a maximum of twelve Jiazi, I will have to transcend the tribulation. So, there is no time to waste. However, I am not in a hurry. I will understand as much of the Great Dao as I can. There is no rush. At this moment, with each integration of some exquisite methods from other paths, my cultivation increases by a certain amount. My progress is already remarkably fast.

The six Bodhisattvas of Buddhism had long sensed something amiss, but they could only continue their rituals to guide the spirits. After all, they couldn't bear to part with the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron. They believed that if they persisted, they would eventually exhaust the resentment of the Eye of Zhurong. At that time, I would be freed from any trickery and naturally be guided to liberation. Their wishful thinking was quite effective.

After twelve cycles of the Jiazi (60-year cycle), the resentment of the Eye of Zhurong was almost completely exhausted and overwhelmed by the Buddha's light. At most, it would be completely guided to liberation in another twenty or thirty years. However, my tribulation only lasted for the last ten years, and the six Bodhisattvas did not have that opportunity!

At this point, although my cultivation and magical power had greatly improved, I was also a little impatient. After all, if I could endure these last ten years, I could live happily ever after with Zihan. My expectations were too high, and I had desires and wants. For a moment, I couldn't calm my turbulent emotions. On a whim, I couldn't help but casually calculate the happy times to come.

The calculation itself was a shock, and my previously smooth-flowing magical power instantly scattered as the Buddhist light invaded my body. I couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. I then forcefully endured the excruciating pain in my internal organs and circulated my magical power to block the Buddhist light again.

My whole body felt swaying, as if each bone was broken. My mind was only focused on the results of my calculations, and I thought to myself, "Zihan... she actually left the palace? Why? Why? I repeatedly warned her never to leave the palace! As long as she didn't leave the palace gates, we could be reunited in 1,300 years. With her departure, the fortunes have undergone endless changes, all my previous efforts have been in vain, all gone. What... what should I do?"

If today's update ended here, I guess Shui Long Yin would be killed by the readers, since chapters 9, 10, and 11 don't have any sex scenes. But don't worry, I could have updated yesterday. Do you know why it was delayed until today? Because I was writing a special chapter. There was no other way; the main plot was indeed not suitable for adding sex scenes at the moment. I couldn't just suddenly stop fighting and start having a gay relationship with the enemy, could I? However, due to strong demand from many book fans for a scene depicting Zihan being disciplined, I have considered it for a long time and decided to add scenes for Song Peng and Zihan. The special episode is currently in its final stages and will be released soon. Please continue to support it!

Special Episode: The Mighty One.

In the early morning, Feng Chenzi sat up in bed. Due to the slightly large movement, the brocade quilt slipped down, instantly exposing her flawless body. However, she seemed unconcerned, raising a slender hand to caress her chest. Her breasts were extremely full and firm, and Feng Chenzi herself was often proud of these alluring breasts. Her fingertips, which were originally gently caressing her breasts, now couldn't help but move to her nipples, gently twisting and savoring the waves of pleasure coming from the sensitive area on her chest.

After a few gentle caresses, Feng Chenzi's crotch was already damp. She couldn't help but glance to the side; Yun Yi lay sound asleep on the other side of the bed. Seeing this, a contemptuous smile crept onto Feng Chenzi's lips. This immortal cultivator was the Third Palace Master of the Nine Immortals Demon Palace, known as the 'brain trust,' responsible for planning and strategizing for the Grand Palace Master, Song Peng, and enjoyed Song Peng's complete trust. However, he was actually cowardly and suspicious by nature, even excessively attentive during lovemaking, lacking any manly spirit whatsoever!

Last night, Feng Chenzi and Yun Yi had enjoyed a night of pleasure, but it hadn't been very fulfilling. Yun Yi, however, thought Feng Chenzi had submitted to him—truly laughable! However, Feng Chenzi belonged to the Xuan Qingshan lineage, which was on good terms with the Nine Immortals Demon Palace, so she couldn't show any dislike. But she secretly resolved to minimize contact with this Third Palace Master in the future; he was truly utterly boring.

Feng Chenzi, unwilling to linger any longer, quietly rose and left. Though the morning air was cool, she felt lonely and desolate, and too lazy to wear her undergarments and brocade crotch. Fortunately, possessing magical powers, she wasn't afraid of catching a cold, so she simply slipped on a fairy dress before leaving Yunyi's palace.

Barefoot, her fair jade feet trod on the corridors of the Nine Immortals Demon Palace, a cool breeze wafted from her delicate soles. At the same time, a gentle breeze quietly blew into her dress, brushing against her bare jade legs and tender vulva, sending a strange sensation through her. Feng Chenzi's mood suddenly improved. She pondered whether to return to her own room to meditate and practice, or to go to her senior brother Wuchenzi's place to continue indulging in the unfulfilled lovemaking of the previous night until she was completely satisfied.

Walking briskly, Feng Chenzi suddenly caught sight of two figures at the end of the corridor, one standing and one lying down. They seemed to be the First Palace Master, Song Peng, and the Fifth Palace Master, Meng Zihan. She couldn't help but spit. Everyone knew that Jade Sword Immortal Meng Zihan was Song Peng's subservient plaything. Judging from the situation, the two were probably off having sex somewhere early in the morning—truly lewd and shameless, Feng Chenzi couldn't help but think.

But she seemed to have forgotten that she herself had just been thinking lewd thoughts, imagining her senior brother's large penis penetrating her body, imagining herself being thoroughly fucked by him, her juices flowing freely, imagining her senior brother ejaculating inside her, the hot semen spraying against her uterine walls, splashing everywhere.

Meng Zihan resembled her, but was more charming and elegant, so Feng Chenzi was always extremely jealous. Therefore, she constantly made things difficult for Meng Zihan, trying every means to undermine this Fifth Palace Master, Jade Sword Immortal, in order to gain the upper hand.

Now, seeing Song Peng about to discipline and humiliate Meng Zihan again, she felt a slight pleasure and a bit of curiosity, and couldn't help but secretly follow him.

Song Peng, dressed in a Bagua Taoist robe, had a rather otherworldly air about him, and strode along. Zihan, however, was naked, crawling slowly behind on all fours. Between her legs, a phallus-shaped, hairy magical artifact was inserted. Feng Chenzi had heard Song Peng mention it before; it was called "The Sorrow of a Lustful Woman"! Song Peng had proudly declared that even the most lewd woman would be greatly distressed by this artifact, crying out for her parents and ejaculating uncontrollably!

The Sorrow of a Lustful Woman was extremely large, and after penetrating Zihan's tender orifice, it filled it completely. If it were just swollen like that, it wouldn't be so bad, but the most terrifying thing was that the Sorrow of a Lustful Woman was covered in hair. With the slightest movement of her body, it would scrape against her tender flesh, causing an unbearable itching and tingling sensation that no woman could endure.

With the harlot's sorrow inserted between Zihan's legs, she couldn't crawl very fast. If she moved too vigorously, the tender flesh inside her vagina would be even more unable to bear it. But Song Peng didn't care whether she could endure it or not. Seeing that Zihan was crawling a little slower, he walked to her side. Zihan had already been trained and humiliated by Song Peng countless times. She was immediately frightened and her delicate body trembled. She couldn't help but want to beg for mercy, but Song Peng didn't give her a chance at all. He lightly lashed the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip and lashed Zihan's snowy buttocks twice!

Zihan was whipped twice, but instead of screaming, her face flushed, as if her desire was surging and her lust was aroused. Her eyes became hazy. Song Peng said coldly, "Bitch, if you dare to slack off again, I'll fuck you today! I want to see how you can endure this without semen to neutralize the effects of the Desire Woman's Intoxication!"

The Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip was not an offensive magic weapon, but an illusion magic weapon. Being whipped by this whip would arouse one's seven emotions and six desires. The Desire Woman's Intoxication was an extremely potent aphrodisiac. After a woman took it, she needed a man's semen to neutralize its effects. Zihan was now forced to take the Desire Woman's Intoxication and was whipped by the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip. Her lust was already difficult to suppress, and for a moment she only wanted to have sex with a man.

But she endured it and did not show it, because Zihan deeply missed her husband, Jin Sheng Ye Xuanling, who had been missing for many years.

Zihan remained convinced that her husband was not dead, but trapped in some dangerous place. Determined to find him and rescue him, she endured countless humiliations without committing suicide. Such forbearance truly made her a remarkable woman.

Thinking of her husband, Zihan felt a chill. She had always possessed a strong sense of pride, and despite being disciplined countless times, she refused to succumb to Song Peng's clutches. She suppressed the surging pleasure within her, enduring the tingling and itching from his crotch, and struggled to crawl forward.

But Song Peng's purpose was merely to discipline her. No matter how hard Zihan crawled, he deliberately found various excuses to torment her, frequently lashing her jade-like back and buttocks with his Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip, forcing and urging her swaying body like a horse, driving her to the brink of collapse. This fueled Zihan's burning desire, and her womb involuntarily overflowed with copious amounts of lustful fluid, soaking her path.

Having finally climbed to the secluded spot behind the Nine Immortals Demon Palace, Zi Han was drenched in sweat, her delicate body collapsing to the ground, panting heavily, like a mare about to collapse from exhaustion after galloping thousands of miles.

The back mountain was densely wooded, with several stone tables and chairs set up in a clearing, seemingly a place for discussing Daoist principles and enjoying tea—quite quiet and elegant. This secluded spot was originally Song Peng's personal meditative practice, but since subduing Zi Han, it had naturally become a place for his lewd and abusive training.

Song Peng sat on his usual meditation chair, watching the mature woman he had thoroughly ravaged and tormented, now slumped helplessly at his feet, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. After all, training such a beauty into a submissive sex slave was an extremely exciting and satisfying thing!

But the real training had only just begun. Song Peng stood up, walked between Zi Han's legs, and lightly kicked her calf. Although half-conscious, Zi Han obediently parted her firm, rounded legs. It seemed that after being trained for so long, Zi Han understood Song Peng very well.

Zi Han's submissive behavior pleased Song Peng greatly. He squatted down between Zi Han's legs, extended two fingers, pinched her clitoris at the entrance of her tender vulva, and gently twisted it.

Zi Han had long been tormented by the "Intoxication of Lust," "Sorrow of a Licentious Woman," and the "Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip," and was burning with lust. How could she withstand such torment now? But having been trained by Song Peng many times, she knew that his methods were lewd and ruthless, and that the consequences of any resistance would be unimaginable. No matter what, she dared not resist, and could only twist her delicate body, trying her best to avoid Song Peng's lewd and abusive fingers.

Feng Chenzi, hidden in the shadows, quietly observed this absurd and lewd scene. She had followed them all the way here and witnessed Song Peng treating Meng Zihan like a bitch. Although she cursed the two men for their shamelessness and perversion, for some reason, she felt a surge of lust and only wanted to have sex with a strong man. At the same time, seeing Zihan being wantonly humiliated by a man, so miserable and wretched, gave her secret pleasure!

Song Peng's large hand teased Zihan's crotch wantonly, stimulating her to tremble all over, and her lustful fluids flowed continuously. At first, she tried her best to hold back her moans, but how could Song Peng let her have her way? This stubborn expression only fueled Song Peng's desire to conquer. Withdrawing his hand, Song Peng commanded, "Sit on the stone table! Spread your legs, and see how I torment you!"

Hearing Song Peng's lewd and evil command, Zi Han knew she was about to be brutally violated again. Although she desperately wanted to kill this devil who had so humiliated her, she wasn't alone and could act as she pleased. Her disciple, Luo Qing'er, was still in the Qingming Palace. Song Peng promised that if she obeyed him, he would spare Luo Qing'er's life and chastity, and help her find her husband.

Her husband and disciple were Zi Han's pillars of support, but also her Achilles' heel. Every time Zi Han resisted even slightly, Song Peng would use this as leverage, threatening to rape and kill Luo Qing'er first, or threatening to reveal the unbearable things he had done to Zi Han after finding Jin Sheng. Zi Han couldn't imagine what her husband's face would look like if he knew what she had experienced!

Left with no other choice, Zi Han had to submit and endure the inhuman torture inflicted by Song Peng, but only received greater humiliation in return!

Although Zihan was extremely exhausted, she dared not resist. Tears streaming down her face, she sat on the stone table. The morning air was cool, and the stone table was even colder. Sitting on her bare buttocks was extremely uncomfortable. Meng Zihan couldn't help but twist her hips a couple of times, then raised her legs, placing her heels on the edge of the table. This spread her legs wide, exposing her wet, tender orifice, insulated by the lustful woman's sorrow, to Song Peng.

With a flick of his wrist, Song Peng began to rotate and thrust inside Zihan's orifice, penetrating deep into her cervix, pulling at the tender flesh as it withered hairs, the intense itching sending waves of pleasure through her very being.

In an instant, Zihan felt as if she were being tortured. Her back stiffened, her body trembled violently, and she bit her cherry lips, still unable to resist drawing in deep breaths, desperately trying to endure the excruciating yet strangely pleasurable sensation.

Seeing the woman's predicament, Song Peng couldn't help but smile smugly. He grabbed Zi Han's breasts with his large hand and kneaded them vigorously like dough, teasingly saying, "Zi Han, how is it? This harlot's sorrow is quite a treat, isn't

it?" Zi Han frowned, panting and silent. Song Peng shouted, "You dare not answer my questions? You think you can turn the world upside down? Tell me! How does the harlot's sorrow feel?" Knowing she couldn't escape, Zi Han groaned, "It's...it's unbearable...ah...it's so itchy...it's so itchy...Great Palace Master...Pull it out...I really...I really...I can't...I can't take it anymore..."

Song Peng grinned maliciously, "You'll have to endure it even if you can't!" As he spoke, Song Peng released Zi Han's breasts, leaned down, and looked at Zi Han's vagina, which was being ravaged by the harlot's sorrow.

Because of the relentless torture day and night, Zihan's vulva was slightly swollen and red. Fortunately, the cultivation methods included secret techniques for body conditioning and beauty preservation, so her labia and vaginal flesh did not turn dark brown like ordinary women, but remained a tempting rosy red. Now, covered in her vaginal fluids, it appeared even more alluring.

This wasn't the first time Song Peng had stared at her private parts like this, but each time she felt incredibly ashamed. This Grand Palace Master was evil and lewd, always using the most unbearable methods to torture her. Just like now, after being tormented for so long, Zihan knew how wretched her lower body was, yet he deliberately looked at her so closely, at her wretchedness, at her depravity, at her sorrow.

Song Peng reached out again, but this time, his fingertips aimed at Zi Han's anus. He lightly touched it, catching Zi Han off guard, and she let out a soft moan. Song Peng then tightened his wrist, and his fingertips slowly slid into Zi Han's anus, commanding, "You slut, I'm going to play with your backside, clench your filthy asshole!"

Zi Han, her face full of humiliation, clenched her anus as Song Peng commanded, trying to stop the invading fingers. But the fingers showed no mercy, repeatedly probing inside her rectum, like a bandit breaching a city wall, wantonly plundering and trampling.

Because she had to clench her anus tightly, her tender anus involuntarily clenched as well. But the slut, driven by Song Peng's magic, did not slow down at all, becoming even more rampant in its abuse of Zi Han's body, squeezing out large gushes of vaginal fluid.

Provoked by this, Zihan could no longer bear it and groaned loudly, pleading, "...Waaah...Great...Great Palace Master...I...I really...can't...hold on...anymore...Give it to me first..."

Song Peng deliberately asked, "What do you want?" Zihan had made similar requests countless times, but each time she actually said them, she felt worse than death. However, she also knew that if she didn't say it herself, this perverted man would not let her go.

Zi Han felt utterly helpless under Song Peng's gaze, and could only suppress her shame, managing to say with difficulty, "I want... semen!" As she uttered these lewd words, tears of humiliation streamed down her face.

Without semen to suppress the effects of the "Desire Intoxication," Zi Han felt her body burning hot, her desire raging within her. Although she had been tormented by the harlot for so long and had reached several minor orgasms, she couldn't release the poison of the "Desire Intoxication." The only way was to obtain a man's semen.

Whether she drank it, had it ejaculated inside her, or even applied it to her skin, it could be integrated with her own true energy to neutralize the effects of the "Desire Intoxication." But now, even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; without semen, Zi Han was completely helpless. This was precisely Song Peng's purpose in concocting the "Desire Intoxication." With this aphrodisiac and by exploiting Zi Han's vulnerabilities, Song Peng had firmly controlled her.

Seeing the mature woman utter such vulgar and humiliating words under his tutelage, Song Peng was extremely excited. He turned to a spot in the dense forest behind him and said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, out for a stroll so early in the morning? What a refined taste! Come, come, let's chat!"

Feng Chenzi, who had been hiding in the shadows and spying, was caught by Song Peng and felt a slight panic. After all, what Song Peng and Zi Han were doing was not something honorable, and as a female immortal, she felt quite embarrassed. However, since Song Peng, as the master of the Nine Immortals Demon Palace, had invited her, she couldn't ignore him. So she slowly stepped forward.

Zi Han, who had been thoroughly trained and abused by Song Peng, was already extremely ashamed. Now, seeing an outsider beside her, she felt even more embarrassed. But without Song Peng's order, how could she dare to get up and put on her clothes? Still naked, she sat on the stone table, her legs spread, exposing her vulva, her expression even more shameful and indignant, revealing a hint of misery.

Song Peng, wanting to humiliate Zi Han in front of outsiders, deliberately said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, come and see! It's truly a misfortune for our Nine Immortals Demon Palace to produce such a harlot. She dragged me here early this morning, stripped naked, and shamelessly seduced me, begging me to rape her. I wanted to punish her, but ultimately my heart softened. Alas, what a dilemma!"

Seeing his usually arrogant rival, Meng Zi Han, in such a pitiful state, Feng Chenzi was naturally overjoyed. He interjected, "Fifth Palace Master, was what the First Palace Master just said true?" As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Zi Han.

Zi Han, already deeply aggrieved by Song Peng's distortion of the truth, felt even more ashamed and angry, utterly embarrassed, seeing her former defeated opponent so arrogant.

Song Peng, eager to establish his authority in front of Feng Chenzi, saw that Zi Han remained silent and deliberately shouted angrily, "You slut! Didn't you hear Fellow Daoist Feng speaking to you?"

Zi Han felt wronged and wanted to cry, but she was proud by nature and would not cry and show weakness in front of her defeated opponent. She gritted her teeth and said, "It's all true!" Song Peng was still not satisfied and asked sharply, "What is true? Explain yourself!"

Zi Han had no choice but to whisper, "This morning I dragged the Grand Palace Master here, took off my clothes to seduce the Grand Palace Master, and begged the Grand Palace Master to rape me. It's all true!"

When Feng Chenzi heard Zi Han say this, he showed a contemptuous look and said coldly, "You can do such shameless things. You are truly a whore and a slut! I never thought Fellow Daoist Zi Han was so lewd!"

Feng Chenzi's contemptuous words were like sharp knives cutting into Zi Han's heart. Zi Han felt her heart bleeding and was extremely sad.

Song Peng said, "Zihan, what did you ask me for just now? Say it again so that Fellow Daoist Feng can hear it and see if I should agree!"

Zihan's face, which had been flushed from excessive lewdness, turned pale instantly. Her eyes were full of pleading as she looked at Song Peng and whispered, "I can't say it now, please, really! When no one's around, you can torture me however you want, just spare me now, okay? Please!"

Song Peng was extremely pleased to see Zihan begging him like she was spitting blood, but he still deliberately kept a straight face and said, "There's nothing you can't say! You have to say it, or you'll regret it! If you anger me, I'll use all my tricks... Hmph!"

Upon hearing this, Zihan's delicate body trembled violently. Although she was extremely unwilling to lose face in front of Feng Chenzi, she was forced to say the humiliating words, "I want your semen!" These few words were spoken with great difficulty, and the extreme shame almost drove Zihan to a mental breakdown.

Feng Chenzi was secretly terrified by Song Peng's perverted ruthlessness, but he still couldn't resist mocking Zi Han: "Meng Zi Han, you usually put on such an aloof and unapproachable demeanor, but I never expected you to be so brazen in private, seducing your own fellow disciple and even demanding semen from the Grand Palace Master. It's absurd! I, Feng Chenzi, have never seen such a lewd and shameless woman. Today has truly opened my eyes!"

Zi Han was already somewhat numb from the humiliation and blows. She seemed to turn a deaf ear to Feng Chenzi's vicious words and had no reaction whatsoever. Only the 'squeak' sound of her clenched teeth revealed her resentment.

Song Peng looked at Feng Chenzi and said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, Zihan has made such an unreasonable request. Do you think I should agree?"

Feng Chenzi smiled slightly, her beauty captivating yet tinged with malice, and said, "Although this harlot is shameless, family scandals should not be aired in public. Moreover, the Grand Palace Master is kind-hearted and quick to help those in need, so naturally, he should reward her with his semen. However, since the semen involves the Grand Palace Master's true essence, it cannot be given away casually. Otherwise, this harlot will not cherish it, and the Grand Palace Master's kindness will be wasted!"

Song Peng looked at Feng Chenzi and slowly said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, what do you mean...?" Feng Chenzi giggled and said, "I have long heard that the Grand Palace Master is very skilled at dealing with women, but I have never seen it in person. Today, why doesn't the Grand Palace Master use his methods on this harlot to his heart's content, and let me broaden my horizons? If this harlot is tamed and serves the Grand Palace Master comfortably, the Grand Palace Master will reward her with his semen. If she doesn't serve well..." She deliberately left her sentence unfinished, but her meaning was already very clear.

Song Peng said, "Very well! Since Fellow Daoist Feng has such an interest, I will make a fool of myself. Zi Han, for Fellow Daoist Feng's sake, I will give you a chance today. If you behave well, I will naturally grant your wish and let you drink my semen to your heart's content. If you do not serve well, I will be fair in rewarding and punishing, and I will not let you off easily!"

At this point, how could Zi Han have any room for rebuttal? In the end, she could only be slaughtered. However, she hated Song Peng and Feng Chenzi to the extreme. If it weren't for her husband and disciple, she would have already fought back even if she knew she was no match.

Song Peng looked at Feng Chenzi and said, "I do have some experience in the art of controlling women, and today I'd like to offer some pointers to Fellow Daoist Feng." As he spoke, he pointed, and the slut Chou under Zi Han's crotch automatically withdrew and landed to the side. As Chou left her body, the fine hairs scraped against Zi Han's vagina, causing a tingling and itchy sensation. She almost couldn't help but moan, but because she didn't want to lose face in front of Feng Chenzi, Zi Han used all her strength to barely suppress it.

Song Peng then took out another magical artifact, shaped like a male phallus, but exceptionally smooth and without any hair. There was a thin chain at the base, with a small hook at the end. He also took out a cast iron weight, weighing over twenty pounds. Upon seeing these two items, Feng Chenzi vaguely guessed Song Peng's intentions and was startled. At the same time, her uterus felt a tingling sensation, as if the cruel and lewd acts about to unfold were about to be inflicted upon her.

Upon seeing these lewd magical artifacts, Zi Han couldn't help but shudder and pleaded, "I just inserted the 'Sorrowful Woman's Penis' down there, I really can't do it now."

Song Peng sneered, "You haven't even tried, and you're already trying to slack off! You're truly a greedy and lazy bitch! If you can't do it, I won't give you a single drop of semen! You figure it out yourself!" He turned to Feng Chenzi and said, "Please watch this trick, fellow Daoist. Zi Han will lift that weight soon, but of course, she won't use her hands, haha."

Zi Han knew she couldn't escape this humiliation, so she had no choice but to insert the phallus-shaped artifact into her vagina, tighten her vaginal muscles, and try her best to clamp the artifact inside. Then she walked to the top of the iron weight, spread her jade legs, lowered her slender waist and snowy buttocks, hooked the small hook at the end of the thin chain onto the weight, and slowly stood up, trying to lift the weight.

Although Zihan's tender orifice was tight, it had been stretched open by the harlot for half a day, so how could it be completely sealed without any gaps in a short time? At this moment, although she tried her best to clench the flesh of her orifice, the weight did not lift off the ground as she stood up, but the fake device inside her orifice was slowly pulled out.

Seeing this, Song Peng was about to reprimand her when Feng Chenzi interrupted, "Grand Palace Master, this trick isn't working! I don't know if the weight is too heavy and it's impossible to succeed, or if this harlot is being lazy and deliberately trying to embarrass you, Grand Palace Master?"

Song Peng snorted coldly and said, "I created this method of vaginal tightening, so it naturally works. Fellow Daoist Feng, just keep watching!" Feng Chenzi smiled slightly and said nothing more.

Zi Han didn't need Song Peng to give another order; she inserted the fake device into her lower body and tried again. However, the fake device was deliberately made extremely smooth, and the vagina was moist, with no way to exert force. Trying to lift the weight using the contraction of her vagina was extremely difficult. It would be easier if she used her magic power, but how could Song Peng let her take shortcuts?

Once, twice, three times, Zi Han was drenched in sweat, her delicate body swaying as if about to collapse, but the weight seemed to be rooted to the spot and she just couldn't lift it.

Song Peng and Feng Chenzi watched as Zi Han kept repeating such lewd acts, and they were secretly pleased, their lust rising.

After failing more than ten times, Zihan reached her limit and collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving with heavy breathing, causing her full breasts to tremble and sway alluringly. She gasped, "Spare me! I really can't do it! Please, have mercy! I can't take it anymore! Give me my semen first, I can't hold on any longer!"

Song Peng stepped on Zihan's breasts, crushing the tender flesh into a pitiful shape, and coldly said, "You can't even do the job properly, yet you dare ask for a reward?"

Zihan had been under the influence of the "Desire Woman's Intoxication" for a long time, and the burning desire within her was driving her to the brink of collapse. She reached out and clutched Song Peng's boots, pleading, "I really can't take it anymore, give it to me first, and I'll do whatever you want from now on."

Song Peng said, "No! If this precedent is set, this slut will never be tamed again. You must first lift a weight for me. Since you can't hold on any longer, I'll give you a hand!" As he spoke, he forced Zihan to stand up and continue the almost impossible, lewd task.

Zihan clenched the prosthetic again, struggling to stand up, but the weight remained unmoved. Seeing that failure was about to repeat itself, Song Peng secretly took out a hidden lactation-inducing needle from the breast-shaking bell and deeply inserted it into Zihan's tender nipples.

Caught off guard, Zihan felt excruciating pain in her nipples, her whole body convulsing and tensing. The tender flesh inside her vagina involuntarily clenched to its limit, and the intense pain stimulated her waist to straighten, forcefully lifting the iron weight about a foot off the ground. This time, Zihan actually succeeded.

Song Peng cheered loudly, his face beaming with pride, laughing incessantly. Feng Chenzi, however, spat and cursed, "What a shameless, wanton slut! How can her cunt have such strength? Is she trying to crush a man to death? Shameless!" Song Peng teased, "Zihan's cunt isn't just strong, it's practically capable of uprooting mountains and dominating the world!"

After the excruciating pain, Zihan instantly collapsed to the ground, tears, saliva, sweat, and vaginal fluid all flowing out at once. Even blood slowly seeped from the needle holes in her nipples. For a moment, Zihan felt her vision blurring, and she was so distressed that she felt like she was about to die.

But Song Peng showed no mercy. He sat down on a stone chair and commanded, "Bitch, come here and give me a blowjob. Let Fellow Daoist Feng give you some pointers on your oral skills. If you dare to play dead again, I'll go to the Qingming Palace and rape and kill Luo Qing'er!"

Upon hearing this, Zi Han's delicate body trembled, tears streaming down her face. She struggled to her feet, knelt before Song Peng, and lifted the hem of his Daoist robe, revealing his monstrous penis. Song Peng swayed slightly, the glans almost touching Zi Han's jade-like face.

Song Peng, in order to be ready to have sex with Zi Han at any time, wasn't even wearing a quilt. Feng Chenzi frowned at the sight. As the saying goes, a crow landing on a pig sees the blackness of others but not its own. She had completely forgotten about her nakedness and exposed state.

Under Song Peng's watchful gaze, Zi Han had no choice but to grasp the dark, soft penis and begin to stroke it. When it hardened slightly, she opened her cherry lips, took the glans into her mouth, and began to suck on it.

Song Peng, enjoying the sensation of Zi Han's small mouth, looked at Feng Chenzi and said, "Fellow Daoist Feng, you are a guest from afar. Zi Han's oral skills are not quite there yet, so I would appreciate your guidance." Feng Chenzi nodded, carefully watching Zi Han's lewd and embarrassed state as she sucked his penis. After a moment, he shouted at Zi Han, "You slut, don't just lick the glans, lick the whole shaft carefully too!"

Although Song Peng had exploited her weakness and trained her to be obedient, Zi Han paid no attention to Feng Chenzi's smug face. She only wanted to deal with Song Peng first, and everything would be fine. But since Song Peng was deliberately tormenting Zi Han today, how could he easily let go of this opportunity to humiliate her?

Song Peng unleashed the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip, which automatically fell into Feng Chenzi's hand with a flick of his wrist. Song Peng said, "Our Fifth Palace Master, Meng Zihan, has a terrible temper, and I usually can't control her. But today, Fellow Daoist Feng is an honored guest, how can we allow this harlot to look down on us? Fellow Daoist Feng, please take this magic weapon and restrain Zihan for me. If she disobeys, punish her. This magic weapon can trigger a backlash of lust, making this harlot burn with desire. Fellow Daoist Feng will no longer have to worry about her resisting or making excuses."

Feng Chenzi was overjoyed, as if he had found a treasure. He flicked it lightly into the air, making a 'snap snap' sound. Zihan heard it, and her naked body couldn't help but tremble slightly. Her little mouth licked his penis even more diligently, hoping that Song Peng would ejaculate quickly.

But Feng Chenzi, having obtained this good opportunity, was not about to waste it. He stood behind Zihan, raised the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip, aimed it at her delicate jade back, and swung it down forcefully.

With a soft 'snap,' Zi Han's delicate body trembled a few times, and her lower body flowed with lustful fluid, running down her thighs. She dared not spit out the penis, continuing to suck it with all her might, not daring to even lift her head. Feng Chenzi said smugly, "You slut, this doesn't feel good, does it? If you don't want to be whipped, obediently lick the Grand Palace Master's penis carefully. If you serve him well, the Grand Palace Master will reward you with his semen!"

Although she was deeply humiliated by her defeated opponent, Zi Han had no choice but to do her best to please the object in her mouth, sucking vigorously with loud smacking sounds. For a moment, Song Peng's penis became erect and hard as iron, burning hot, and he even had the urge to ejaculate. However, Song Peng used his magic to lock in the semen, and no matter how hard Zi Han tried, she couldn't suck out a single drop.

Feng Chenzi was still not satisfied. He aimed at the helpless Zi Han and lashed her twice with his whip. This stimulated Zi Han, who was burning with desire and almost came. However, Zi Han knew that the effects of the lust drug would not dissipate until she sucked out the semen, and that an orgasm would be of no use. She could only endure the overwhelming pleasure and vigorously lick Song Peng's penis.

Feng Chenzi cursed at Zi Han, "You slut, you can't even be a whore! Just licking cock, how can a man be satisfied? If you want to serve a man well, you have to lick his balls too! Quickly take the Grand Palace Master's balls into your mouth, they're full of the Grand Palace Master's essence, you have to serve him well, otherwise the Grand Palace Master won't reward you with semen, let's see how you continue to be so wanton!"

Feng Chenzi controlled the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip, firmly restraining Zi Han. Zi Han had no way to resist, she could only do as Feng Chenzi commanded, obediently taking Song Peng's balls into her mouth, sucking hard while squeezing them with her tongue, her hands not daring to be idle either, grasping Song Peng's cock and stroking it quickly, trying to make Song Peng feel more comfortable.

Song Peng, thoroughly enjoying the sensation, exclaimed, "Damn, that feels so good! This little mouth really knows how to suck!" Feng Chenzi chimed in, "This slut really knows how to suck dicks, she's a born whore!"

Zi Han was filled with shame and indignation, but dared not resist, continuing to lick diligently. Feng Chenzi, unwilling to let Zi Han off the hook, rolled his eyes and said to Song Peng, "Does the Grand Palace Master like having his ass licked by a woman? How about letting this whore serve you?"

Although Song Peng had long enjoyed the wonderful feeling of Zi Han licking his ass, he had never shown it to outsiders. Now, he was also intrigued, nodding in agreement. He pushed Zi Han away, then took off his Taoist robe, placed his hands on the stone chair, and bent over, presenting his buttocks to Zi Han's face.

Although Zi Han had been thoroughly trained and wantonly abused by Song Peng, she had never been so humiliated in front of outsiders. She really didn't want Feng Chenzi to see her doing such a despicable thing, so she hesitated slightly.

But Feng Chenzi immediately brandished the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip, lashing it down indiscriminately, cursing, "What? You slut, how dare you complain about the Grand Palace Master's asshole being dirty? Let me tell you, the Grand Palace Master is doing you a favor by letting you lick his asshole! Even if the Grand Palace Master defecates or urinates in your mouth, you slut, you'd still have to obediently open your mouth and accept it! And if he tells you to suck it, you'd suck it; if he tells you to swallow it, you'd swallow it! Lick it obediently, lick the Grand Palace Master's asshole clean, or you'll regret it!"

Zi Han's body was already burning with lust, and after being lashed several times, she could no longer suppress the backlash of lust, immediately collapsing to the ground convulsing, reaching a complete climax, her tender lower orifice... Gushes of vaginal fluid gushed out, splashing everywhere. Seeing Zihan reach orgasm from his beatings and abuse, Feng Chenzi's expression grew even more contemptuous. He coldly cursed, "You slut! You only feel pleasure when you're humiliated and defiled, don't you? You're truly the greatest slut of all time!"

After her orgasm, Zihan's body was weak and powerless, and she couldn't get up for a moment. Feng Chenzi bent down, grabbed Zihan's beautiful hair, pulled her up, pressed her head down, and pressed her delicate cheek against Song Peng's buttocks, commanding, "Lick! Stick out your tongue and lick until the Grand Palace Master is satisfied!"

Zihan struggled desperately, but at this moment she was powerless, how could she be a match for Feng Chenzi? In addition, Zihan was afraid that Song Peng would notice her violent resistance, which would inevitably lead to more torture, so she could only stick out her tongue and lick Song Peng's anus carefully.

Song Peng was incredibly aroused by the anus-licking, and couldn't help but raise his head and sigh softly, "Ah, so good! It's fucking good! Zihan, stick your tongue into my ass and thrust it in and out, just like I usually fuck you with my dick." Zihan obeyed, pressing her fragrant tongue into Song Peng's anus repeatedly, trying her best to serve the perverted man, like a fish on a chopping board, completely at his mercy.

Feng Chenzi was still not satisfied, and lashed the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip onto Zihan's snowy buttocks again. Although it didn't tear her skin, Zihan's delicate skin still showed a red mark, intersecting with the whip marks left before, creating an unusual and poignant beauty on her snow-white skin.

Feng Chenzi said, "You slut, I told you to lick my asshole, and you just stupidly lick my asshole? Why don't you put your hand between the Grand Palace Master's legs and serve his cock? You only move an inch after being whipped. I think this slut is more like a donkey than a bitch! If you dare to slack off again, I'll whip your cunt to pieces!"

As he spoke, Feng Chenzi withdrew his hand from the back of Zihan's head. Just as Zihan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Feng Chenzi raised his jade leg again, stepped on Zihan's head, and pressed Zihan's face back onto Song Peng's buttocks. Although Feng Chenzi had been spying all the way and had traveled a long way, the body of an immortal was different from that of an ordinary person. How could ordinary sand and gravel possibly chafe and cut the skin on the soles of his feet?

At this moment, Feng Chenzi's jade foot was on Zihan's head, and he felt Zihan's beautiful hair rubbing against his smooth soles, slightly numb and itchy. Looking at this unattainable opponent in such a miserable state, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Zi Han was filled with shame, indignation, and utter grievance, but she could only endure it. She had to follow Feng Chenzi's orders, reaching between Song Peng's legs to grasp his penis and stroke it while kneading his testicles. Her tongue, too, was constantly circling and sucking on Song Peng's anus.

Suddenly, Song Peng felt a surge of intense pleasure, shooting straight to his brain. His semen almost gushed from his glans. He forced himself to turn and thrust his penis into Zi Han's mouth, pumping vigorously until she was breathless and nearly dying. Only then did he ejaculate his thick semen into her mouth, commanding, "Suck it tight! If you dare spill a single drop of my semen, I'll ruin you!"

Tears streaming down her face, Zi Han held Song Peng's glans in her mouth, letting streams of semen spray in while carefully preventing any leakage. The humiliation was unbearable, but she dared not show it. However, Zihan finally got semen, and the lewd effects of the Desire Intoxication slowly subsided. The lust in her body was no longer so unbearable, and compared to before, it was already heaven.

Zi Han slowly sucked on Song Peng's limp penis after ejaculation, trying her best to draw out the remaining semen from his urethra. This was something Song Peng always made Zi Han do after ejaculating, and Zi Han had gradually developed a habit of it. Feng Chenzi, watching this lewd scene, laughed at Song Peng, "The Grand Palace Master is indeed skilled at training women, I admire you! Since this slut likes licking anus, and the Grand Palace Master likes having his anus licked, you can have her lick your anus every day from now on. You can't just give her your semen for nothing, can you?"

Song Peng laughed, "That's nothing. I've played with Zi Han in many ways. Her anus and penis are licked every day, it's just that few people see them. Other lewd acts will be shown to Fellow Daoist Feng later." As he spoke, Song Peng lightly slapped Zi Han's pink face with his limp penis and asked, "Zi Han, I've already given you my semen. According to the old custom, you should express your gratitude! Immediately have Fellow Daoist Feng..." "Look at how you've always thanked me!"

Zi Han, who had been tilting her head back, enduring Song Peng's slaps and humiliations, only wanting to end this perverse training, suddenly felt her body go limp upon hearing Song Peng's words, almost collapsing to the ground, pleading, "You've humiliated me to this extent, please spare me today, Great Palace Master, I beg you, have mercy."

Before Song Peng could speak, Feng Chenzi had already lashed out with his whip, cursing, "This damn bitch! You filthy bitch, you just got the Great Palace Master's semen and you're already wagging your tail! Why don't you hurry up and do as the Great Palace Master orders? If you say another word, I'll whip your cunt to pieces!"

Zi Han looked at Song Peng, hoping he would let her go, but Song Peng remained expressionless. Zi Han was utterly desperate, but in that moment of hesitation, she received two more lashes from Feng Chenzi. The lust that had just subsided within her rose again, and Zi Han couldn't help but let new lustful fluid flow from her crotch.

Zihan, suppressing her shame, lay prone on the ground, her back to Song Peng, her round, snow-white buttocks raised, her thighs spread apart, and her hands reaching down to her crotch. With her slender fingers, she parted her labia, exposing her tender clitoris and dewy vulva to Song Peng and Feng Chenzi, whispering, "Thank you, Grand Palace Master, for the gift of semen. This bitch Meng Zihan thanks you."

Song Peng felt proud and elated by Zihan's submissiveness, and asked Feng Chenzi, "How was it?" Feng Chenzi replied, "Still missing something! How can this slut's cunt be without a slut's sorrow?" As she spoke, she picked up the slut's sorrow from the side and thrust it heavily into Zihan's tender vulva. Although she hadn't refined this magical artifact, the strength of her hand alone was enough to pry open the tender flesh inside Zihan's vulva. The soft hair scraped against her, and Zihan's delicate body trembled violently, almost collapsing again.

Although Zihan disapproved of Feng Chenzi's opportunistic behavior, she dared not rise until Song Peng gave the order. She could only spread her legs, stick her buttocks out, and endure Feng Chenzi's abuse.

Feng Chenzi, seizing the opportunity, relentlessly thrust into Zihan, one hand gripping her vulva tightly while the other wielding the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Whip, torturing her until she felt as if she were dying. She cried out in agony, her long legs cramping, her slender toes curling towards her soles, showing signs of impending orgasm. Song Peng, however, watched the two women's sadistic and lewd performance with great interest, offering no intervention.

Feng Chenzi finally won against Zihan and was overjoyed. Determined to make sure Zihan could never hold her head up again, he cursed, "You slut! Aren't you enjoying it? To punish a slut like you, you need to be shrewish! I'll play with your cunt until it's ruined!"

As he cursed, Feng Chenzi increased the speed of his thrusts, simultaneously lashing Zihan's jade-like back and snowy buttocks dozens of times. This intense stimulation completely ignited Zihan's lust. In an instant, Zihan was drenched in sweat, her body convulsing, and she collapsed to her knees. But Feng Chenzi casually used magic to lift Zi Han's buttocks, preventing her from escaping the ravages of the harlot. Feng Chenzi then forcefully thrust the harlot deep into Zi Han's womb. Instantly, Zi Han felt as if she had been fatally struck. Her head shot up with all her might, her beautiful hair danced wildly, her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened wide, but she couldn't scream. Her whole body convulsed, her limbs spasmed, and a large amount of vaginal fluid leaked from her womb, but it was squeezed by the thick harlot, unable to gush out, only slowly seeping down her thighs.

Zi Han's vision went black, and she fainted. In her last moments, she seemed to hear Feng Chenzi's mocking voice: "What a shameless bitch, able to orgasm even with this thing inside her!" Then, she heard no more sound and fell into boundless darkness.

In the darkness, finally, there was no more pain or torture. Zi Han seemed to see the back of her husband, Ye Xuanling, but she took steps to chase after him, only to find the distance growing ever greater until her husband disappeared into the darkness… In utter despair, she couldn't help but cry out, "Don't leave me!"

Startled awake, Zihan murmured, "Was it all a dream?" But then she heard Song Peng's voice: "Who doesn't want to leave you? Me? Don't worry! I haven't had enough of you yet, I won't leave."

Hearing this, Zihan felt as if she had returned to the darkness of her dream, unable to see a glimmer of light...

(End of Chapter)

Chapter 12

Standing there for a long time, I finally remembered I needed to divine why Zihan had left the palace and where she was now. I hurriedly focused my mind and cast a spell, but the divination results were hazy, like walking in a thick fog at night

, unable to see anything clearly. Several divinations yielded the same result, and I was at a loss, forced to stop the pointless deductions. There were only two possibilities for this result: either a powerful being equally skilled in divination had concealed the secrets of heaven beforehand, hiding everything about Zihan; or after Zihan left the palace, the celestial order changed, disrupting the divination, making everything related to Zihan impossible to deduce.

Regardless of the situation, I couldn't determine why Zihan left the palace, where she was, or her safety in a short time. My heart was filled with anxiety. I've dedicated my life to divination, always preferring foresight and careful planning. Now, unable to discern the secrets of heaven, I felt utterly agitated. This is a common ailment among cultivators accustomed to divination—like a general used to the clash of swords and the idyllic life of a tranquil countryside. Moreover

, if I couldn't calculate the outcome of ordinary matters, that would be one thing, but now that Zihan's safety was at stake, how could I remain calm? Barely suppressing my anxiety, I carefully recalled everything from the past, desperately searching for clues. Only then did I begin to notice details I had never paid attention to before, and many doubts surfaced in my mind.

The beginning of this matter, naturally, was the *Yuanshi Jing*. Since its discovery over 2,300 years ago, it immediately caused a great uproar. My peaceful life with Zihan began to change drastically from that time onward, and Zihan suffered humiliation for a thousand years.

Afterwards, I endured countless calamities and suppression, all pointing to the Four Symbols Cauldron. The saying "A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime" resonated with me from the beginning, yet now, reflecting on it, I am deeply puzzled. I cannot fathom why these divine artifacts suddenly appeared.

The Seven Star Ring is about to emerge, and other Chaos Treasures also show signs of unearthing. Mount Buzhou, one of the four perilous and wondrous lands, has pledged allegiance to me. The Northern Dark Sea shows no sign of choosing a true master and remains relatively peaceful. However, the other two perilous lands seem poised to be taken over by powerful beings, though who they will be remains uncertain. Thus, the next few thousand years will be filled with unparalleled opportunities, with calamities and opportunities intertwined, naturally not insignificant.

If every opportunity triggers a great war, the Six Paths of Heaven will likely be stained with blood, with no peace ever again. Existing powers will undoubtedly be reshuffled, and it is uncertain whether the eight major powers and seven races will survive and endure the calamities. This is no small matter.

In truth, everyone faces numerous problems, often overlooked or even deliberately forgotten. But upon quiet reflection and deep examination, the severity of the situation is often shocking. This is why most people believe in the wisdom of feigned ignorance and avoid seeking medical help.

Thinking this through, I felt a chill run down my spine, my scalp tingling, and cold sweat soaking through my Taoist robe. I took out the Primordial Scripture, grasped the Four Symbols Cauldron, and questioned, "What is the purpose of these divine objects being unearthed? Since you lack intelligence and cannot enjoy life, why do you cause mountains of corpses and rivers of blood to flow in the six realms of existence?"

Divine objects lack intelligence; they have no preferences, acting solely according to fate and destiny. At most, they rely on instinct to protect their masters—that's considered spiritual communication.

Faced with my questioning, the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron remained unresponsive, seemingly lifeless. I felt like a madman talking to a stone, but I knew they were feigning deafness and dumbness! The psychic intervention that guided me to hide behind the Heavenly Compass clearly demonstrated their knowledge of celestial secrets and destiny. Yet, they were like the stingiest misers, unwilling to share their wealth with me—their purpose, the secrets of heaven!

My heart sank. Even if I told the eight major powers and the powerful rogue cultivators about the impending calamity within the heavens, they wouldn't believe me, nor would they stop vying for the soon-to-be-unearthed divine artifact. The slaughter wouldn't stop; it would only escalate. I was like an audience member watching a play, knowing the ending but powerless to change it.

Being suppressed beneath Mount Sumeru, the most difficult days weren't the previous 1290 years, but these last ten. I worried about Zihan's safety and all living beings within the heavens and earth. Although I never cared about the lives of others, the celestial calamity I discovered was truly terrifying. Even with my current cultivation level, I felt a fear that seeped into my very bones.

These ten years felt incredibly long. Spending each day in anxiety was far more unbearable than cultivating. Besides resisting the Buddha's light, I had to find things to do to alleviate my anxiety. And I had to survive, find Zihan, and lead her away from these calamities. Therefore, I used the thousands of magical treasures within the cauldron to remelt and fuse with the Buddha's light constantly shining down from Mount Sumeru, refining a large number of one-time-use magical treasures: Merit Buddha Light Beads.

These treasures compress Buddha's light to its limit and store it within the vessel blank. When attacked, they can explode instantly with immense power, just like Thunder Beads and Blazing Fire Beads—consumable treasures. Although they can only be used once, they often yield miraculous results.

I endured and waited, finally reaching the day of liberation!

Although I wasn't saved by the Buddha's light, the Six Bodhisattvas would not easily let me go. Although I calculated that I would be liberated today, I still had no clue how to escape. But I also knew that hoping the Six Bodhisattvas would have a sudden act of kindness or suffer a stroke was impossible.

As the saying goes, "The blessed don't need to work hard, while the unblessed toil until their hearts break!" A miracle occurred unexpectedly: a large number of cultivators attacked Mount Ling, or more precisely, besieged Longhua Temple! These cultivators had a very clear objective: Mount Sumeru behind Longhua Temple!

These cultivators numbered a great many, perhaps thirty to forty thousand. Although they were primarily led by demons and monsters, there were also many powerful figures belonging to the four major races of immortals, ghosts, humans, and gods. Even Buddhist monks, lamas, arhats, and bhikkhus were mixed in, engaging in a fierce battle with the numerous Buddhist cultivators within the temple. The situation was incredibly chaotic.

Because the six bodhisattvas had never left Mount Sumeru in the past thousand years, they knew little about the events of recent years. Longhua Temple was caught completely off guard by the combined forces of the cultivators and could only rely on restrictions and formations to defend themselves. The battle between the attackers and defenders was exceptionally fierce, with cultivators losing their souls every moment—it was like a scene from a demonic hell!

This is most likely an alliance formed by numerous forces, or even the forces of the Saint Realm among the eight major powers. After all, the Saint Realm was originally a force formed by rogue cultivators from the seven major races, a mixed bag with many experts and shrouded in mystery. Regardless of the situation, their goal is the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron, and my chance to escape the tribulation only arises in chaos. Therefore, I secretly hoped the situation would become even more chaotic.

Longhua Temple, managed by Bodhisattva Zhenhui for ten thousand years, has numerous disciples and followers. The temple is heavily fortified, with numerous restrictions both inside and outside. Although the invading cultivators include many powerful figures and have the initial advantage, they cannot break through in the short term. Mount Sumeru is behind Longhua Temple, temporarily unaffected by the fighting, but the six Bodhisattvas, knowing the urgency of the situation, immediately dispatched three to meet the enemy.

I sat quietly at the foot of Mount Sumeru, listening to the incessant screams from within Longhua Temple on the front mountain, and faintly seeing the auspicious light of the battle. I sighed inwardly, truly, people die for wealth, birds die for food. If the six Bodhisattvas hadn't been greedy, how could their disciples have suffered so many deaths? Moreover, the four Bodhisattvas, including Lingyuan, were not affiliated with Longhua Temple. They had only joined forces with Zhenhui for the sake of the divine object, and now, having failed to obtain it, they were in trouble.

At this point, only three of the six Bodhisattvas remained, and they were focused on awaiting the enemy, no longer activating Mount Sumeru to save others. I also prepared to break through, using the Four Symbols Cauldron to first shatter the Heaven-Suppressing Compass, and then attack Mount Sumeru.

Although the Heaven-Suppressing Compass was a supreme treasure, it had been suppressed by Buddhist light for thirteen hundred years and was already extremely fragile. Therefore, it shattered with a single blow. However, Mount Sumeru was blessed by three Bodhisattvas, and in its haste, it could not find an opening. When struck by the Four Symbols Cauldron, it only trembled slightly.

Of the six Bodhisattvas, Zhenhui was originally the leader, but he and two other Bodhisattvas went to the temple to repel the enemy. Now, Lingyuan was in charge. Seeing me fight back, he immediately roared like a lion: "Ye Lingxuan, a few bandits have come to attack the mountain, and you think you've gained strong reinforcements? Don't be complacent, no one can save you!"

I sneered and ignored him, continuing to unleash the Four Symbols Cauldron in a fierce attack. Because I had been integrating the great Daos of various schools, my magical power had advanced further than it had a thousand years ago. At this moment, I caused Mount Sumeru to tremble slightly. The three Bodhisattvas quickly activated their Buddhist light to enhance their power, creating a stalemate for a time. Fighting

three against one, I gradually lost ground. Just then, several beams of light suddenly shot out from Longhua Temple, four in front and three behind, rushing straight towards Mount Sumeru with incredible speed. They were all top-tier experts within the Zhou Tian realm.

Today's matter concerns escaping tribulation, and is therefore of utmost importance. Although I am focusing all my efforts on attacking Mount Sumeru, I have been keeping a close watch on all sides. In the midst of this busy battle, I glanced around and realized that the attackers were all familiar faces. The Six-Eyed Hou King, the Three-Headed Sea-Suppressing Dragon, the Soul-

Devouring Demon Lord, and the Blood Luo Demon Lord were leading the charge, with the three True Wisdom Bodhisattvas in hot pursuit. They fought fiercely, retreating as they fought. Over a thousand years ago, these four suffered a great loss at the hands of Buddhism, and they are all unruly and ambitious figures. How could they possibly let this go unpunished?

Today, they have actually stormed Mount Sumeru. It seems that while they are seeking revenge, they are still not satisfied with the Four Symbols Cauldron and the Primordial Scripture!

But I have a vague sense of unease. Since the four great demons have appeared, it means that the cultivators attacking the mountain are not led by the Holy Realm alone, but by an alliance of many forces. So why haven't the powerful figures from the Heavenly Court, the Underworld, the Mortal Realm, the Celestial Realm, and the Holy Realm appeared? If they don't descend, how will they divide the divine treasures afterward? Do they really think that these small fry can compete with great demons?

Although the Buddhist sect had easily won before, it was by launching a sneak attack while the demons were fighting amongst themselves. Now, with the battle evenly matched, the three Bodhisattvas could not stop the four demons, who rampaged through the area and reached the back mountain.

The situation was extremely delicate. Although the four demons wanted to seize the divine object, the Buddhist sect always took in alms and never gave out, so they were unwilling to spit out the fat meat that was already in their mouths. I was determined to escape and leave, but the six Bodhisattvas felt that they had not fulfilled their duty as hosts and tried their best to persuade me to stay. Thus, the situation arose where the four demons launched a fierce attack on Mount Sumeru, and I joined forces with them from both inside and outside.

The Buddhist sect, with six against five and the advantage of terrain, seemed poised to gain the upper hand. However, with the Four Symbols Cauldron in hand, my attacks were incredibly powerful, resulting in a stalemate. After a brief stalemate, a charming voice suddenly rang out: "Oh dear, what's going on here? So many lovers fighting! This little sister is so scared! Lovers, please stop fighting! Give this little sister some face, and we can talk things over!"

The voice was sweet and coquettish, incredibly alluring and cloying. Hearing it, one felt their bones melt. Although they hadn't yet seen the newcomer's figure, they couldn't help but assume she was a stunning beauty!

Which of the powerful figures in the arena hadn't cultivated for many years and possessed refined self-control? But upon hearing this coquettish voice trying to stop the fight, they involuntarily slowed their movements, unable to resist glancing sideways to see what kind of beauty she was. However, I noticed that the expressions of the two demon lords, Soul Devourer and Blood Demon Lord, were slightly solemn, seemingly quite wary of the newcomer!

Looking closely, I saw two female immortals standing side by side outside the arena, their appearances exactly alike—they were twin sisters. Their palace-style fairy dresses were also identical, but one wore a snow-white dress, while the other wore a black dress, as black as ink. The fairy in the white dress had willow-leaf eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose and rosy cheeks, a tall and slender figure, and an elegant and proud demeanor, but her expression was cold and aloof, as if keeping everyone at arm's length. Having seen countless women, I knew that once such a woman opened her heart, she would be passionate and fiery, and in bed she would be even more alluring and unrestrained. Ordinary men would definitely not be able to subdue her!

The black-clad fairy's face and figure were identical to the white-clad fairy, but her expression was wanton, her eyes darting about seductively, her laughter preceding any words, her breasts trembling wildly—she seemed like a complete slut. The incredibly alluring voice from earlier had come from her mouth. But I knew that such a woman was extremely difficult to seduce, unlike the white-clad fairy who could be easily trifled with. To share a bed with her would require immense patience, and one must be prepared to be toyed with and broken countless times.

I didn't recognize these two fairy sisters, nor had I heard of any faction possessing such stunningly beautiful and powerful sisters. But the Bodhisattva Zhenhui and Bodhisattva Lingyuan exclaimed in surprise, "Seven Emotions Demon Lord! Six Desires Demon Lord! Even you've come! Are you really going to fight us to the death? Our Lingshan Buddhist sect will never be bullied!"

Although the two Bodhisattvas spoke boldly, they unconsciously invoked the entire Lingshan sect to bolster their prestige. Who among the powerful present couldn't discern the underlying apprehension in their words?

Upon hearing the names of these two demon lords, I was taken aback and cursed myself for being so foolish as to forget about these

two life-draining demons! I had always heard that they lived in seclusion in the Blood Prison's Sea of Passion, having long since ceased to concern themselves with worldly affairs. I never expected them to descend upon Mount Ling; it seems they too were drawn here by a divine object! These two female demons have been famous for tens of thousands of years and are truly formidable opponents. Moreover, they have quite a connection with Zihan and me; the Six Desires Demon Scripture that Zihan studied was written by these two demon lords!

Hearing the words of the two Bodhisattvas, the Six Desires Demon Lord smiled slightly, her charm overflowing, and said softly, "Oh, Brother Zhenhui, Brother Lingyuan, what are you saying? The Buddhist sect of Mount Ling is renowned throughout the Three Realms and Six Paths. My sister and I are orphans and have no one to rely on. How could we dare to offend them in the slightest? But Fellow Daoist Ye has quite a connection with us. Today, I will shamelessly ask the Bodhisattva brothers for a favor and ask them to release him. We sisters will be eternally grateful and will offer these two bodies as alms. It will definitely satisfy the six Bodhisattva brothers!"

Although they knew that the Six Desires Demon Lord was just talking nonsense, when they heard that she was willing to offer her bodies as alms, all the powerful figures couldn't help but look at her. Their eyes were sharp and could see right through her clothes, giving her a full view of her beautiful body. The Six Desires Demon Lord smiled lightly, without using any magic to cover herself. Instead, she straightened her chest, raised her head, and parted her jade legs slightly, trying her best to let the powerful figures see her more clearly.

Upon seeing her, my heart immediately raced. The Six Desires Demon Lord's body was truly flawless. To describe her with words like "jade breasts," "slender waist," "snow-white skin," and "beautiful legs" would be an understatement. I couldn't find a single flaw; only innate beauty combined with meticulous cultivation could produce such a physique. The

powerful figures among us, with their profound cultivation, had already gazed upon her countless times in an instant, imprinting her body deeply in their minds to cherish in the future. They swallowed hard, seemingly savoring the experience. Even I, in this perilous situation, couldn't help but think to myself, "If I could share a bed with these two sisters, freely admiring their soft breasts and slender feet, and freely thrusting into their tender anuses, it would be the ultimate bliss!"

But then I realized with a start that her seductive and lewd arts were far beyond anything I had ever seen. Hundreds of thousands of men must have died beneath them. How could I dare to even consider taking advantage of her? Although the female immortals Zihan, Fengchenzi, and Jiang Tian'er had seen countless men, their cultivation time was still relatively short. They probably hadn't seen as many men in their entire lives as the two senior immortals, Qiqing and Liuyu, had.

The powerful figures among them were all no less powerful than me, but they were all greatly wary of these two female demons. They secretly circulated their magic power, fearing that they might lose control and embarrass themselves in front of others.

The Bodhisattva Zhenhui chanted a Buddhist prayer, saying, "Excellent! Although Benefactor Ye is a ruthless killer, he is, after all, a member of the immortal cultivation lineage. What connection does he have with you two ladies? Why must you insist on standing up for him? Leave some room for maneuver, so you can meet again in the future."

The Seven Emotions Demon Lord remained silent until the Six Desires Demon Lord spoke up: "Brother Bodhisattva, this Fellow Daoist Ye's wife is our sister's unofficial disciple. Fellow Daoist Ye is also considered our Sea of Amorousness's son-in-law. Naturally, we cannot allow him to be humiliated. That is why

we have traveled a great distance to plead with you, Brother Bodhisattva. It would be best to release him." Hearing this, the powerful figures were stunned, and I was even more furious. How dare they climb over my head and act like elders! I don't care what kind of old demons the Seven Emotions and Six Desires are; I'll show them my methods sooner or later! It's true that Zihan has cultivated the Six Desires Demon Scripture and can indeed be considered a disciple, but these two female demons, with their clever words and arrogant attitude, still infuriate me!

Bodhisattva Zhenhui frowned and remained silent, but the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord coughed and said, "Our strengths are roughly equal, and fighting to the death will be pointless. Why don't we make peace and ask Benefactor Ye to bring out the divine artifact so we can discuss its distribution and decide who will be the true master?"

Bodhisattva Lingyuan angrily retorted, "We've spent a thousand years of painstaking effort, and now you want to take advantage? It's not that easy!"

The Six-Eyed Hou King's beard and hair bristled, and his six eyes widened as he shouted, "A thousand years ago, the divine artifact was already in our hands. Who was it that shamelessly attacked and forcibly seized it?"

Upon hearing this, even the most composed Bodhisattvas couldn't help but change their expressions slightly, and tensions instantly rose again. Just as

the Six Desires Demon Lord was about to intervene, the Three-Headed Sea-Suppressing Flood Dragon, already impatient, thrust his spear repeatedly at the Spirit Source Bodhisattva. I, not wanting them to reach an agreement, seized the opportunity to unleash the Four Symbols Cauldron and attack Mount Sumeru again. The six Bodhisattvas joined hands in prayer and launched a counterattack, immediately restoring the chaotic battle. Although the Six Desires Demon Lord was furious, he knew that today's matter could not be resolved peacefully, and he had no choice but to fight.

With the addition of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, the Buddhist sect immediately fell into a disadvantageous position, and Mount Sumeru teetered on the brink of collapse. I exerted a sudden burst of power, creating a small opening in the top of the Four Symbols Cauldron, and immediately leaped out, transforming into a beam of light and escaping. The powerful figures, unwilling to let go of a divine object, pursued relentlessly, unleashing a flurry of magical weapons. I activated the Four Symbols Cauldron to counterattack, my escape light never faltering, and I arrived at the Longhua Temple on the front mountain at lightning speed.

Behind me, the Bodhisattva Zhenhui said, "Benefactor Ye, although Longhua Temple is not a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, you alone cannot fight your way out! You should stay!"

The Demon Lord of Six Desires also shouted, "Stop him!"

Hearing her command, the cultivators attacking the mountain unleashed their magical weapons and rained down blows. I suddenly realized, my hands and feet turning cold. It turned out... these cultivators were all the male concubines of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires!

These sisters had seduced countless male cultivators. These male cultivators belonged to various races, so they were neither from the Holy Realm nor a coalition of forces, but merely a collaboration between the demon and monster factions. No wonder the powerful figures from the Heavenly Court and the Underworld did not show themselves.

Seeing so many male cultivators bowing down at the feet of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, willingly becoming their pawns, I felt my scalp tingle. No wonder these two sisters were infamous and arrogant, yet no one dared to provoke them. It turned out that besides their own high magical power, they also had a multitude of experts beneath them!

Under the fierce attack of the cultivators, I was not seriously injured, but I couldn't break through for the time being. If I paused for even a moment, the powerful figures had already caught up with me. I was secretly alarmed. Although my escape from tribulation today was preordained by my past life, the arrival of so many powerful figures made the situation extremely dangerous. If I didn't handle it well, I might really perish. Even if the person who poisoned me went against fate and died soon after, what good would it do me?

The Six Desires Demon Lord chuckled and said, "Young master, we went through so much trouble to rescue you, and you ran away without even saying goodbye. How can you face me like this?"

Although she smiled and was very charming, I didn't dare to look at her for long. I focused my mind and prepared to face the powerful enemy.

The male cultivators attacking the mountain were initially locked in combat with the Buddhist cultivators of Longhua Temple. Relying on their superior numbers, they gradually gained the upper hand. However, the Six Desires Demon Lord ordered them to obstruct me, wasting their own energy. The enemy seized the opportunity to counterattack, resulting in the immediate deaths of hundreds and injuries to over a thousand. Limbs littered the ground, and cries of agony filled the air. Yet, the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Demon Lords didn't even glance at them. It seems that after their one night of pleasure, they regarded the male cultivators as worthless. The pitiful male cultivators, greedy for a single night of pleasure, became infatuated and willing to fight to the death, becoming utter slaves!

Surrounded by powerful demons, giant demons, and bodhisattvas, I had no chance of breaking through their encirclement. With a long sigh, I said, "I admit defeat today. Such a divine object as the Four Symbols Cauldron belongs only to the virtuous. Whoever has the ability can have it!" With a

sarcastic remark, I casually tossed the Four Symbols Cauldron aside and fled in the opposite direction.

The demons and bodhisattvas were taken aback, hurriedly using their divine eyes to discern the truth. Upon discovering the divine object was genuine, their faces lit up with wild joy. However, fearing an ambush on the cauldron, none dared to reach out and seize it. After a moment of restraint, the Six-Eyed Hou King made the first move. His action triggered a chain reaction, with other powerful figures following suit. In an instant, twelve formidable figures were locked in a fierce battle around the Four Symbols Cauldron.

Although the Four Symbols Cauldron was no longer in my possession, I still possessed the Primordial Scripture. Even amidst their fierce fighting, these powerful figures didn't forget to send a wisp of their divine sense to lock onto me, preventing my escape. I sneered inwardly, watching from the sidelines with my hands behind my back, quite carefree. These powerful figures weren't unaware that I intended to reap the benefits, but the Four Symbols Cauldron was simply too important. Even knowing there was a conspiracy, they had no choice but to intervene.

Such is the way of the world: to gain an advantage, one must suffer a loss!

I regulated my breathing, turned, and left. The powerful figures were stunned, seemingly unable to believe I had truly abandoned the divine artifact, yet fearing I would flee with the Primordial Scripture. For a moment, each harbored their own secrets, but none dared stray far from the Four Symbols Cauldron, and they continued their entanglement. As I flew away, I calculated the distance, and when I was far enough, I activated a spell, forcing out all the Merit Buddha Light Pearls within the Four Symbols Cauldron, and then detonating them all.

With a deafening roar, a massive tribulation cloud rose from Mount Ling, reducing the entire Longhua Temple to ruins. The Buddhist cultivators and male cultivators within the temple were instantly reduced to ashes. I clasped my hands together and murmured, "Good! Good! Forgive me! Forgive me! I will certainly ask a high monk to perform a ritual for you all. Rest in peace!"

With a wave of my hand, the Four Symbols Cauldron flew out from the tribulation cloud. As a supreme treasure of chaos, possessing the unparalleled power to create heaven and earth, it was naturally undamaged. Although it had consumed some of its energy in the explosion, it would recover in no more than twelve hours.

I knew I couldn't linger here. Although the simultaneous detonation of thousands of specially crafted merit-enhancing Buddha Light Beads was incredibly powerful, it wouldn't kill those powerful figures; at most, it would only injure them. If I didn't leave now, once they took their elixirs and recovered, I would have no chance. So, I activated my escape light and flew far away.

However, I still underestimated those powerful figures. I don't know which demon king or demon lord arranged it, but they had ambushed a large number of cultivators outside Mount Ling. As soon as I escaped, I was met with a fierce attack. Time was of the essence, and I didn't have time to fight them all. I summoned the Four Symbols Cauldron and then summoned the five women from the Myriad Beauties Register, wanting only to fight my way out.

I led the five women in a desperate fight and finally broke through the encirclement. Just as I was about to flee, an unexpected change occurred. A flash of silver light appeared in the distance, and a bolt of lightning shot towards me at incredible speed, instantly reaching my eyes.

I was taken aback and desperately raised the Four Symbols Cauldron to block. With a muffled "thud," the lightning struck the cauldron, shattering into wisps of lightning that dissipated. The residual force, however, made my arm numb. I was secretly alarmed; the attacker's skill was unfathomable. Within the Zhou Tian realm, only a handful of experts could unleash such a strike. Who was this person?

But I had no time to ponder. In the far distance, flashes of silver light appeared, and several bolts of lightning struck the five women surrounding me. I knew that even with their strong physiques, they might not be able to withstand such a fierce attack. I hurriedly said, "Retreat behind me!"

At the same time, I activated the Four Symbols Cauldron, trying to intercept the lightning. But the lightning was incredibly fast, striking and arriving in an instant. The moment the five women moved, the lightning was already upon them!

In the midst of the chaos, I only managed to save Hao Tong and Jiang Tian'er. Feng Chenzi, Hao Miao, and Tao Xiaoxiao were struck by the lightning, which instantly pierced their bodies, severely injuring the three women.

A flash of light appeared in the distance, and five more bolts of lightning shot towards me. Two were locked onto me, while the other three targeted the three injured women, clearly intended to prevent my rescue and kill them all. Although Hao Tong wasn't targeted, he knew his sister Hao Miao, already severely injured, couldn't withstand the attack. He desperately burned his magic power, sacrificing his cultivation to increase his speed, and in a single dash, he shielded his sister with his body.

Seeing this, I was terrified, but the lightning was incredibly fast, instantly piercing through Hao Tong and Hao Miao. Feng Chenzi and Tao Xiaoxiao perished instantly, their souls scattered. Jiang Tian'er trembled with fear, hiding behind me, not daring to show her face! I blocked the lightning aimed at me, ignoring the numbness in my arms, and absorbed Hao Miao and Hao Tong into the Four Symbols Cauldron, using the water, fire, and wind within to protect their primordial spirits.

At this moment, I couldn't care less about finding the attacker; I wanted to quickly return to the Heavenly Lust Palace to rescue the two women. Therefore, I activated my escape light, desperately trying to escape the attacker's attack range.

Jiang Tian'er followed closely behind me, her face pale, like a frightened bird. She trembled and said, "Brother-in-law, who attacked us? It was so terrifying!"

I was about to speak when a sudden warning flashed through my mind. I knew the attacker had struck again, this time targeting Jiang Tian'er. In the heat of the moment, I pushed her away, and lightning instantly shattered her legs. Jiang Tian'er screamed and fainted! I quickly caught her and placed her inside the Four Symbols Cauldron, desperately trying to prevent her injuries from worsening. Otherwise, once her primordial spirit dissipated, even the greatest supernatural powers would be powerless

to revive her. At this point, I was beyond furious. I shouted, "Lei Commander, you, the leader of the Heavenly Court, commanding countless immortal cultivators of the Thunder Department, have actually dared to kill a few women! You are utterly shameless! I will remember this! I will repay you tenfold in the future!"

A voice sneered from afar, saying, "You used these five women to avert your wife's calamity. If they don't die, your wife will be in danger! I helped you, yet you are ungrateful! People say Ye Lingxuan is a sentimental fool, but I think you're going too far with your infatuation! I originally wanted to work with you on great things, but it seems this brat is not worth conspiring with!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I knew what he said was true. If these five women didn't die, Zihan would face a calamity. However, after the spell to transfer the calamity, Tong'er and I unintentionally developed feelings for each other, and I really didn't want to kill them. I had been thinking of making amends after escaping, to see if there was a way to have the best of both worlds. But today, the flag bearer of the Thunder Department interfered, and I don't know what to do in the future.

But the Thunder Banner Commander seemed to know Zi Han's whereabouts. Worried about Zi Han, I disregarded the earlier ambush and called out, "Banner Commander Lei, do you know Zi Han's location? Could you tell me?"

But no sound came; it seemed he had already left. Fearing the demons and bodhisattvas of Longhua Temple would pursue me, and concerned for Hao Tong and Jiang Tian'er's injuries, I had no choice but to use my escape light and return to the Chaotic Lust Sect.

Stepping into the main hall of the Heavenly Lust Palace, Luo Qing'er and Qing Die led the women to greet me, saying in unison, "Congratulations on the Sect Leader's escape from calamity! Our sect's power to shake the world is just around the corner!"

I had mentioned my escape date to Zi Han; it seemed that before she left, she had given them some pointers and arranged today's welcoming matters.

But I had no time for flattery. I gestured to the women not to stand on ceremony, then summoned the Four Symbols Cauldron and used elixirs and golden needles to treat the three women. The women were shocked to see how badly Jiang Tian'er, Hao Miao, and Hao Tong were injured. Luo Qing'er asked in a trembling voice, "Master, who did this? Is there any hope for them?"

I waved my hand, signaling them to calm down. I gave the three women elixirs and then used acupuncture to activate their medicinal power. At the same time, I poured my pure vital energy into the "Beauty Manual" to nourish their spirits. I did my best to save them, but whether they could be saved was up to fate.

Three hours later, Hao Miao, the most severely injured, trembled and opened her eyes, seemingly regaining her strength. But I knew this was merely a final burst of energy before death; she was actually on her last legs. Hao Miao glanced at me and said with all her might, "Master, I'm about to die, but please, save my sister. I can die in peace."

I couldn't bear to see her so heartbroken before she died, so I nodded and comforted her, "Tong'er's injuries are less severe; she will surely recover. Don't worry, rest now and don't speak anymore."

Hao Miao shook her head. Pressing her face tightly against Hao Tong's cheek, she murmured, "Sister, I can't stay with you anymore. It's a pity we still couldn't find the Holy Ancestor's whereabouts. If you can get through this ordeal, you must continue searching and rescue the Holy Ancestor. Remember, remember..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hao Miao closed her eyes and passed away. The page in the "Compendium of Beauties" depicting Hao Miao's figure instantly burst into flames, just like when Feng Chenzi and Tao Xiaoxiao perished, quickly turning to ashes. At this moment, only the last two pages of the five-page illustrations in the "Compendium of Beauties" remained.

Seemingly sensing that her sister's soul had been scattered, Hao Tong, though still unconscious, let out a tear, which slowly rolled down her cheek.

The women of the cult, overcome with grief, wept uncontrollably. I said in a deep voice, "Don't cry! The dead are gone, but the living must continue to live. If you want to avenge your sisters, then go and cultivate!"

The women suppressed their sobs, ceasing their weeping, but none left. They remained gathered around, their eyes filled with expectation, hoping I could save Hao Tong and Jiang Tian'er.

Another hour passed, and Hao Tong slowly opened her eyes. My heart trembled, and my mouth tasted bitter. If she had been nourished by earth, water, fire, and wind every moment, she could have survived after three days and three nights. But her sudden awakening meant her time was near, and she feared she would follow in her sister's footsteps.

Hao Tong tilted her head slightly, looking at her sister Hao Miao's body, and whispered, "My sister is gone, so naturally I must go and join her. We sisters have never been apart since birth, but I have a request for you... cough... cough..."

She coughed, and I quickly took out the life-extending jade marrow, wanting her to take it to temporarily keep her alive so she could give her last words.

Hao Tong shook her head, refusing to take the medicine, and whispered, "It's no use, don't waste the spiritual medicine. I only ask you one thing, you must promise me."

At the same time, she raised her hand and stretched it out to me.

I hurriedly grasped Hao Tong's hand and said in a trembling voice, "Tong'er, you'll be alright! I will definitely save you. I'll do anything you ask!"

Hao Tong smiled slightly, revealing her last bit of charm, and slowly said, "Back then, during a certain racial war, our fox clan's holy ancestor was suppressed by the combined forces of the Heavenly Court, the mortal world, and Mount Ling, and was trapped in a certain place unable to escape. Therefore, our fox clan has suffered endless bullying and was forced to leave our homeland and wander around. Our clansmen have been searching for the whereabouts of our holy ancestor. My sister and I made friends with various forces for this important matter, not because we were born lewd. Please don't misunderstand."

Her energy was slowly fading, but her face flushed as she stared at me, hoping I would believe her. I nodded vigorously and said, "I know you've endured so much hardship, and I've always respected you!"

Hao Tong seemed extremely pleased. After a pause, she said, "Your magic is powerful, and you're skilled in divination. Perhaps you can find our Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor and ask you to help him escape his predicament. Then the Fox Clan's revival will be possible, and I can die in peace."

From beginning to end, she didn't call me "Sect Leader" or call me by my name. Just like thirteen hundred years ago when I first obtained her, "you" and "I" represented everything.

I nodded vigorously and said, "Tong'er, don't worry, I will definitely help your Holy Ancestor escape. I just beg you not to die, don't leave me, okay?"

Hao Tong smiled gently, with endless sorrow in her eyes, and whispered, "Ling Xuan! Ling Xuan! It's so good to be able to call you by your name like this! So good! It's a pity that I won't have the chance to call you that again! But I have no regrets. After all, I met you, I got you, and even if I die in front of you, Heaven still favors me, don't you think?"

I held back my tears and said in a trembling voice, "You won't die. You will still call my name every day. You will still come with me to find your Holy Ancestor..."

Hao Tong gazed at me deeply for the last time, as if she wanted to smile, but she was too weak to smile. She slowly closed her eyes, her hand loosened, and she sank down.

I could no longer hold back my tears. I desperately tried to grasp Hao Tong's falling hand, but I couldn't bring back her vanished spirit. In that instant, it felt as if my internal organs had been emptied out, and I had no strength left. All I could think was, "Tong'er is gone... she won't come back..."

Suddenly, a flame appeared in my arms. I numbly reached out and found that another page of the "Compendium of Beauties" had been burned. Only the last page remained, all alone, like a heartbroken person who had lost their partner... Chapter 13 (

May 3rd ): I had been in a daze. Even the funerals for Hao Miao and Tong'er were handled by Luo Qing'er and Qing Die. Even after the funerals, I still couldn't accept the fact that Tong'er was gone. For a cultivator, this was extremely dangerous. The Dao heart could be lost at any time. At best, one would lose oneself and become bloodthirsty; at worst, one would perish. But I really couldn't muster the interest to do anything. I just wanted some peace and quiet. Luo Qing'er and the others talked to me for a long time, but I couldn't hear what they were saying at all. I only knew they wanted me to cheer up, but my mind was filled with the image of Tong'er's lingering gaze at me before she died—such a tender and devoted look! I can't forget it, I will never forget it… After what seemed like an eternity, Qingdie came to my side and whispered, "Master is missing, and Martial Aunt is so depressed. If Master is really in danger, who will rescue her?" I was slightly puzzled, slowly thinking, who is her master? Why does her Martial Aunt need to rescue her? Suddenly, I remembered everything. Her master is Zihan, and Martial Aunt is me. Zihan is in danger! With a jolt, I immediately regained my senses. Yes, Zihan's whereabouts are unknown. How can I remain depressed?

I immediately questioned the women in detail about what had happened over the past thousand years, why Zihan had left the palace, whether she had given any instructions on where she was going or when she would return, hoping to find valuable clues. Luo Qing'er and Qingdie were quick-witted and immediately recounted everything.

The events of the past thousand years were roughly the same as what I had predicted. Although many small sects had come to cause trouble, no powerful figures had come to attack. After all, such obvious fortune was easy for true strongmen to predict, and since I had taken the divine artifact, the Lustful Sect had nothing worth the effort of powerful figures to attack. Why would they bother to attack?

Although they had experienced some storms, the women of the Lustful Sect, under Zihan's leadership, had managed to get through them without serious danger. If this momentum continued, they might be able to hold out until I transcended my tribulation and achieved complete perfection.

Ten years ago, one day, Zihan suddenly received a message delivered by a flying sword. After reading the letter, she left alone, without explaining where she was going or why. She only said that she had important business to attend to and had to go, instructing the women to welcome me back in ten years without fail.

Hearing this, I was filled with doubt. Zihan is not someone who doesn't know what's important. I clearly instructed her not to leave the palace, so why did she suddenly leave? Where is she now?

To unravel these mysteries, we naturally need to find that letter first. However, Qingdie and Luo Qing'er searched carefully ten years ago but found nothing. Clearly, Zihan took it or destroyed it, and even the stone mirror that Song Peng had transformed into disappeared.

The thought of Zihan leaving with Song Peng, who was reflected in the stone mirror, filled me with unease. Even without the unbearable experience before, the mere fact that Song Peng knew the whereabouts of the Seven Star Rings was enough to attract countless powerful figures to hunt him down. If anything were to happen to Zihan, I truly didn't know what I would do. After all, Tong'er's departure was already a heavy blow, and I absolutely couldn't bear a second.

The battle at Mount Sumeru had come to an end. On the surface, I had the upper hand and easily escaped my calamity, but the truth was far from it. With Zihan gone and Tong'er fallen, I could no longer distinguish whether I had won or lost. Moreover, this battle, which lasted for thirteen hundred years, left behind too many doubts and uncertainties.

I have always acted with careful planning and caution, following the natural order of Qi. Therefore, I have rarely suffered major losses in battles with other cultivators. I seized the Primordial Scripture and even obtained the Four Symbols Cauldron, refining countless immortals and demons. Even the six Buddhist bodhisattvas, who relied on Mount Sumeru to suppress me, were able to use my power to dispel the resentment of the Eye of Zhurong and successfully transcend their tribulations. Therefore, I have always underestimated the cultivators of the Zhou Tian sect, thinking that they were merely those who had cultivated for longer than me.

But now, thinking back, the two demon lords, Seven Emotions and Six Desires, played a crucial role in the siege of Longhua Temple by both demons and monsters. Not only were their magical powers high, but their seductive and lewd arts of controlling men had reached an unprecedented level. The number of male slaves and male concubines of just the two sisters was already comparable to the total number of Buddhist cultivators under the six bodhisattvas. Coupled with the forces of other powerful figures, they immediately and completely surrounded and suppressed the heavily guarded Longhua Temple.

These two demon lords possess unfathomable power, making them extremely terrifying. Even in a one-on-one fight, I might not be able to defeat them, and their subordinates are far superior! Without the Four Symbols Cauldron, I would be no match for these two life-draining sisters.

However, in the battle of Mount Sumeru, the one who truly posed a threat to me was the Thunder Department's Flag Bearer! His appearance is also a major point of suspicion.

In the previous battle at the Nine Immortals Demon Palace, the Heavenly Court did send someone to snatch Song Peng, but that person was merely an insignificant commoner who possessed a slightly more powerful magic weapon, and he was sent by the Plague Department's Flag Bearer, seemingly having no connection whatsoever with the Thunder Department's Flag Bearer.

But, that's the crux of the matter!

I vaguely sensed that the Thunder Department's Flag Bearer's divination skills were no less than mine, far surpassing those of many powerful figures. Given his status and position, he naturally needed to constantly monitor the movements of other forces. At that time, the Heavenly Court, the Underworld, the Blood Prison, Mount Ling, the Primordial World, and the mortal realm all made moves; it was impossible to completely conceal his presence. While he might not have been able to ascertain what these forces were vying for, he could definitely deduce some of the heavenly secrets!

Although divination is never completely accurate, he could certainly calculate that the core of this conflict was the Seven Star Ring. Even if the divination results were vague, no one would give up such a divine object; after all, the allure of a Chaos Treasure had already been proven by many powerful figures.

However, the Thunder Department's Flag Bearer maintained a bystander stance. This wasn't because he was selfless or indifferent to the Seven Star Ring, but precisely because he foresaw the heavenly secret that Song Peng would fall into my hands—even if I tried to seize it, it would be futile!

This reasoning seems unreasonable, after all, my magical power wasn't high at that time. On the surface, he still had a chance. The other powerful figures also came for this reason, with the attitude of "trying anything, even if it's not guaranteed," coming with high hopes, only to have their avatars suppressed by me to improve their own strength. Meanwhile, the Thunder Department Flag Bearer acted according to the flow of Qi, not being tempted by the Seven Star Ring in the illusory world, and watched the tigers fight from the sidelines.

Unwilling to easily defy the flow of Qi, this is another common problem among cultivators skilled in divination. He was like that, and so was I!

But the biggest mystery left by the Thunder Department Flag Bearer was the purpose of his sneak attack. At that time, his target was very clear: neither me nor the divine object, but the seemingly insignificant five women!

Why was that? The five women were just minor characters, and having been refined into magical treasures, they had almost no chance of improving their cultivation. Naturally, it wasn't because he was afraid that one of them would achieve success and threaten his position as Thunder Flag Bearer in the future, so he came to eliminate them beforehand.

Moreover, his eagerness to kill the five women on the spot was excessive. To achieve this goal, the dignified Flag Bearer of the Thunder Department resorted to a forbidden technique that damaged his own cultivation. Each bolt of lightning during the sneak attack consumed sixty years' worth of his magical power. He unleashed twelve bolts in a row, consuming a full seven hundred and twenty years' worth of magical power, only then could he launch an attack from a thousand miles away that I couldn't block in time. Otherwise, with the Four Symbols Cauldron in hand and the five women so close, he would have had absolutely no chance.

Clearly, he was willing to pay any price to kill the five women, but this was truly a self-defeating act. Why did he do this?

I thought about it for a long time and came to an almost absurd conclusion: the Flag Bearer of the Thunder Department killed the five women for Zi Han's safety. In other words, what he said at the time was true!

This conclusion, though seemingly absurd, is not hasty. After all, the five women are utterly insignificant to me and the Thunder Department's Flag Bearer. He would never go to such lengths, even at the cost of greatly diminishing his magical power, for a few ants. He's not that naive, nor does he have the time or inclination. Given his status and divination abilities, he must have planned his actions carefully. He must have discovered some secret, which is why he acted for Zihan.

Even Zihan's departure might be related to him, since his divination abilities allowed him to conceal the heavenly secrets beforehand, gaining the upper hand, making it difficult for me to deduce afterward.

But what secret did the Thunder Department's Flag Bearer discover? Why did he secretly help Zihan? I can't find any answers to these questions. My initial guess was that Zihan was a reincarnation of a powerful figure who had avoided calamity, and that she knew the Thunder Department's Flag Bearer in a previous life. But that doesn't seem to make sense either, since Zihan suffered humiliation for a thousand years, yet the Thunder Department's Flag Bearer never intervened.

Zihan and I were childhood sweethearts, both from Luohe Town at the foot of Qingming Mountain. My family ran a clinic, and Zihan's family ran a pharmacy; we were considered a good match. Our elders arranged our marriage before we were born. Although we weren't wealthy, we never suffered any hardship.

Shortly after our marriage, I went up the mountain to gather herbs and accidentally discovered a cave left behind by a wandering immortal. I obtained three volumes of Taoist scriptures, and from then on, Zihan and I diligently cultivated, embarking on the path of cultivation. I never saw her show any extraordinary abilities, and I couldn't understand why she deserved the attention of the Heavenly Court. It seemed the secrets of heaven were complex, and I couldn't possibly complete the entire story.

If that were all, it would be fine, but after careful consideration, I discovered that things were more complicated than I had imagined. I initially used the primordial spirits of five women to take the place of Zihan and several other female immortals in their tribulations, so why did I develop feelings for the boy? If my resolve were so wavering, I would have died hundreds or even thousands of years ago. With the child's magical power, there's absolutely no way she could have bewitched me. She herself died because of me, so it certainly wasn't a trap she set. Then why is it?

Could it really be a preordained fate, a karmic debt of love? For a moment, I couldn't understand it at all.

Before her death, the child begged me to help their Holy Ancestor escape his predicament. Having agreed, I naturally had to do my utmost. However, this matter was extremely troublesome. The Fox Clan had searched for years, yet they couldn't even find out where their Holy Ancestor was trapped, let alone rescue him. Although I was skilled in divination, the divination results were vague, clearly indicating that someone was obscuring the secrets of heaven. This was not surprising, as the powerful beings suppressing the Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor would never allow anyone to rescue him; using some means was to be expected.

Moreover, although the child didn't have time to reveal much information, and I knew almost nothing about their Holy Ancestor, I could understand many things from her last words. However, doubts arose one after another.

First, the Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor was suppressed by a joint effort of powerful beings from Mount Ling, the Heavenly Court, and the mortal world. This naturally indicated that the Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor must possess extraordinary abilities; otherwise, why would they go to such lengths?

Second, why didn't these powerful beings directly kill the Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor, but instead suppressed him? Was it possible that they were simply unable to kill the Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor? If the Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor was so powerful, why was he suppressed?

Finally, who exactly was the Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor?

This question troubled me for a long time. It wasn't until more than a decade later, after consulting some secular documents, that I finally determined that the Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor should be the Nine-Tailed Fox Queen, Daji!

Back then, during the internal strife within the secular world, the Great Zhou Kingdom launched a campaign against the Yin Shang Kingdom. Daji, as one of the primordial demon kings, led her demon clan to assist King Zhou, the last ruler of the Yin Shang Kingdom. However, the Great Zhou received aid from Mount Ling and the Heavenly Court, ultimately destroying the Yin Shang Kingdom. King Zhou committed suicide by burning himself, and Daji disappeared without a trace. The timeline, events, and figures all match perfectly, so I have reason to believe that the Fox Clan's Holy Ancestor was Daji.

The involvement of the three major powers—the Primordial World, the Heavenly Court, and Mount Ling—in the secular world's internal strife was nothing more than a matter of self-interest. And how could the secular world not be motivated by self-interest when it borrowed troops from other races? The saying "All the world's hustle and bustle is for profit" aptly describes this situation.

Although I've learned some things, it doesn't mean the problem is about to be solved. After all, I still have no clue where the Nine-Tailed Fox King is. Even if I find her, how can I help her escape? The restrictions and seals set up by those powerful beings won't be easily broken. Just look at how powerful the Nine-Tailed Fox King is, yet she still can't break free. This speaks volumes.

This matter is fraught with difficulties and many doubts, but I can only face it head-on. After all, I must help Tong'er fulfill her last wish.

These powerful figures have already given me a headache, but the real crisis lies with those divine artifacts and treasures. Their emergence is certainly not without reason. More and more powerful figures are appearing, and the secrets they reveal are becoming increasingly profound. It seems that a great calamity is about to break out in the world, causing widespread suffering. I can't help but feel a sense of oppressive tension

, like a storm brewing. With my current strength, I can barely protect myself. Finding Zi Han and protecting her from the calamity is even more difficult. Only by constantly improving my strength can I have a glimmer of hope.

When I thought about improving my strength, the first thing that came to mind was the Eye of Zhurong. Its resentment was almost completely exhausted, which was perfect for my use. After all, I greatly envied Zhurong's innate ability to control all fires, and many of the Taoist techniques and secret arts of the gods and demons were related to bloodlines. Although I didn't have the bloodline of the demon race, after refining the Eye of Zhurong, I could at least freely use the secret arts and Taoist techniques of the gods, and even master the secrets of the gods' ability to restrain many races.

Just as I thought of this, Qingdie suddenly came over and said nervously, "Uncle-Master, Uncle-Master Jiang has woken up. Please go and see her."

My heart skipped a beat, and I returned to the main hall and looked into the Four Symbols Cauldron.

I saw Jiang Tian'er with a face full of pain. When she saw me, she whispered, "Brother-in-law."

I nodded and asked, "Are you feeling any better?"

Jiang Tian'er said, "It hurts so much, Brother-in-law, I won't die, will I?"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

Knowing that those who are seriously injured or ill are prone to overthinking, I comforted her, saying, "You've been unconscious for a long time, your primordial spirit protected and your body nourished by the Four Symbols Cauldron. Your awakening now means your life is not in danger, so don't worry."

Although her life was no longer in danger, if Jiang Tian'er wanted to recover, she would need at least a hundred years of arduous cultivation, and even then, she could only return to her original level. After all, her body had been refined into a magical artifact, and aside from continuing to be refined as a magical artifact, there was almost no possibility of further improvement.

After carefully watching over Jiang Tian'er for several days, her life was finally saved. Luo Qing'er was arranged to take her to a quiet room to recuperate, and the women's anxieties gradually subsided.

Afterwards, I summoned the women to check their progress in cultivation, pointing out their shortcomings one by one. I also bestowed upon them a large quantity of pills to help them improve their strength. At this point, I naturally realized that simply becoming stronger myself wouldn't be enough to cope with the perilous calamities to come. Although the women's progress was relatively slow, watering saplings will eventually lead to towering trees, and perhaps one day they will shine brightly.

I held a nine-day sermon, imparting numerous methods to the women, before beginning my own seclusion to refine the Eye of Zhurong.

The Eye of Zhurong was a part of an ancient god's body. Although its resentment had been dispelled, truly refining it into oneself and integrating it into one's bloodline still carried immense risks. If I hadn't been so eager to increase my strength, I would never have resorted to such a desperate measure.

After all, my original intention was to refine the Eye of Zhurong into a magical artifact. While this would prevent me from obtaining the bloodline of the gods, which would be a waste, it would be risk-free. However, under immense external pressure, I have no choice but to take the risk. If I could truly refine the Eye of Zhurong into myself, the benefits would be immeasurable, far more practical than refining it into a magical artifact.

I took out a short sword, cut open my forehead, and placed the Eye of Zhurong in the incision. A violent, burning killing intent immediately surged into my mind. I closed my eyes, using my own Dao heart to resist the killing intent. My consciousness followed the path of the killing intent, tracing its origin to find the last fragment of Zhurong's consciousness. Only by defeating it could I completely refine the Eye of Zhurong.

Although continuing to drag it out wouldn't outlast me, as long as I fortify my defenses, cut off its vital energy, and implement a strategy of starvation and poison, the fragment of Zhurong's consciousness would completely wither away in a hundred years at most. However, I no longer have a hundred years to waste.

My consciousness invaded the Eye of Zhurong, entering a void of flames under the rule of fragments of Zhurong's consciousness.

Looking around, all I saw was endless flames; there was no earth, no sky, no water, and even the heatwaves rose straight upwards because there was no wind! Only the perpetually burning fire stung my skin, my eyes dried, and sweat poured incessantly, only to be instantly burned away by the flames.

I moved through the flames, searching carefully. My Taoist robe caught fire and quickly burned away. Next, my skin became parched. I raised my hand; my nails were twisted from the intense heat, my knuckles like withered bamboo—clearly, my blood was about to evaporate. Every limb and bone ached as if cut by a knife.

If I couldn't find the fragments of Zhurong's consciousness soon, my primordial spirit would be damaged. But I had no intention of retreating. Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse—that might be true, but a dead camel can never outrun a horse!

I slowly turned around, staring at a void, silently watching the flames rise there, and said calmly, "Have you seen enough? If you have, you can go in peace!"

A deep and majestic voice rang out: "Ant! You have challenged my majesty, and you will be forever condemned to the fiery abyss, never to be reborn!"

I sneered: "I am an ant, then what are you? If you know who you are, I will stay and accompany you in this fiery abyss forever!"

The voice paused, muttering, "Who am I? Who am I! Ant, do you know who I am?"

I said calmly, "I can tell you! But the price is that you will completely dissipate!"

The voice slowly said, "Ant, if you don't tell me, I will incinerate you!"

I laughed loudly: "If you could do that, would you still be wasting your breath talking to me?"

Silence returned. A long time passed, until the bones in my legs sizzled from the flames, making a teeth-grinding sound. Then the voice spoke again: "I agree! Tell me, who am I?"

I clasped my hands in a respectful gesture and said solemnly, "You are Zhurong, the God of Fire! You control all fires, whether innate or acquired, all are under your command! But you perished countless years ago!"

The voice still retained its majesty, but now carried a touch of desolation: "Zhurong? Yes, my name is Zhurong! I am the supreme ruler of all fires! Then… how did I perish?"

I said, "You fought a great battle with Gonggong, the God of Water…"

The voice rose sharply, interrupting me: "Gonggong? Just hearing that name makes me want to hate him! Is he dead?"

His tone became hesitant and uneasy as he inquired about his enemy's fate, clearly extremely concerned about victory or defeat. Before, upon hearing of his own demise, he showed no fear, but now… he didn't want to be the loser. The strong value dignity more than life itself!

Although I was determined to obtain the Eye of Zhurong, I didn't want this ancient powerhouse to lose his last shred of dignity. I said solemnly, "He too has fallen! The powerful figure who killed him was none other than you—the God of Fire, Zhurong!"

"Hahaha... Good! Good! Good! After a lifetime of fighting, he still died before me! I have no regrets! You... what's your name?"

The voice carried the desolation of a hero's end, yet was also filled with relief.

I said calmly, "My name is Ye Lingxuan."

"Not a very nice name! But it doesn't matter. Ye Lingxuan, I'm leaving now. Take what you want!"

After saying this, the voice fell silent, and the surrounding flames became gentle, no longer trying to burn me.

I cupped my hands and said, "Zhurong, farewell!"

There was no reply. I knew he was gone. Then I began to inscribe my primordial spirit mark in this space.

In an instant, my surroundings began to change. The fire elemental energy became extremely intimate, as if it were a pet I had raised from a young age. Zhu Rong's fire control abilities far exceeded my expectations. With this powerful assistance, my strength would undoubtedly reach new heights.

Slowly opening my eyes, I knew that Zhu Rong's Eye had become one with me. As for the issue of bloodline fusion, it was naturally a natural progression. I thought I would feel happy, but at this moment, I felt no joy whatsoever. Instead, I felt extremely heavy-hearted. After all, perhaps one day in the future, I would perish. At that time, I wondered who would come to see me off?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh at myself and softly recited, "Today, those who bury the flowers laugh at my foolishness; tomorrow, who will bury me?"

Days passed, but my many enemies remained silent. It seemed that the Chaotic and Lewd Cult had been forgotten by the world, but I knew that this peace was only temporary.

While helping Jiang Tian'er recover and fusing her bloodline, I also had to constantly guide the other women's cultivation. Life was peaceful, yet busy. In the blink of an eye, ten years passed. The divine bloodline had completely merged with mine, and I prepared to travel the world to find Zi Han's whereabouts.

The women had already cultivated diligently for thirteen hundred years, and with my ten years of tutelage (Note: this tutelage is not erotic, don't misunderstand, the male protagonist is a gentleman and generally doesn't have affairs with those close to him… even Shui Longyin himself doesn't believe it, so please try to believe it),

their cultivation had greatly improved. Especially Qing Die, whose talent was the best; her current power was no less than Zi Han's back then. It seemed that she was the only one destined to inherit Zi Han's mantle. Before leaving, I reforged their flying swords and magic weapons to maximize their strength, and gave them careful instructions before setting off.

As soon as I stepped outside the palace gates, everything was fine. But the moment I did, the two divine beings, who should have been silent, began to murmur and dictate my path. If I didn't follow their designated route, they would howl and wail incessantly, which was incredibly annoying. But if I followed their instructions, they would fall silent, as if they had been dead for years.

However, following their instructions created a strange rhythm. With each step, I seemed to subtly touch the natural order of things, and the flow of my true essence and magical power was incredibly smooth. I tried to calculate it several times, but couldn't figure it out. However, I was certain that my luck was slowly increasing. When I deliberately went astray, this rhythm would be immediately interrupted, and my luck would begin to decline. This happened several times in a row, so I just went along with them.

But I wasn't one to be bullied. They wanted to order me around without giving me an explanation. Were they even awake? I didn't care if these two blockheads were some kind of peerless divine being or rare treasure; there was no room for negotiation!

After months of travel, I had reached the territory of the Great Jin Kingdom and was about to enter the territory of the Great Song Dynasty. I was not traveling on the official road, but on an ordinary dirt road. However, there were obviously many people coming and going, and there were tea stalls and the like by the roadside. I immediately sat down, ordered a pot of light tea, and prepared to have a showdown with these two blockheads.

As I expected, the moment my bottom touched the stool, the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron immediately began to hum softly, urging me to hurry up and get going. The tea stall was full of mortals, so I couldn't just speak to the divine objects; otherwise, I'd be considered crazy. I secretly transmitted my voice, cursing, "What's the rush! Why are you ignoring the good roads and venturing into desolate mountains and wilderness? Even with my high magical power, I can't withstand this kind of torment! Let me have a pot of tea, rest for three days and three nights, and then we can continue our journey!"

The two divine objects' cries immediately became urgent and high-pitched. I deliberately teased, "Even if you're about to hang yourself, you need to catch your breath first! My legs are my own; I can leave whenever I want. If you don't want to stay, then leave on your own!"

Hearing my words, the cries of the two divine objects became so loud they almost shattered my eardrums, but I secretly gloated. Knowing they were also anxious made things easier. In my eyes, they were no different from two stupid creatures; although they understood destiny, they lacked intelligence, and sooner or later I would trick them into revealing the secrets of heaven!

Thinking of this, I reached into my robes and stroked the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron, saying calmly, "The three of us have been together for thousands of years. Although you have never told me what you want, I still have to ask you one thing. You must answer, otherwise I will rather perish with you than be your pawn!" They

immediately stopped chirping and remained silent, but I ignored them and slowly asked, "You... do you want to restore the Six Paths of Heaven to chaos?"

The Primordial Scripture trembled slightly, and I could vaguely sense that it had given a negative answer. My heart immediately relaxed. Whatever their purpose was, at least they didn't want to destroy all living beings in the Six Paths of Heaven, which was much better than I had expected. As for whether this blockhead was lying, I naturally knew.

But human greed makes me unsatisfied with this answer, so I immediately pressed on and asked, "Then what is your purpose? Tell me, and I promise I won't tell anyone."

I tried my best to appear kind in order to gain their trust.

The result was obvious: the Primordial Scripture and the Four Symbols Cauldron continued to feign ignorance, returning to silence. I tried coaxing and threatening them for ages, but they didn't react at all, displaying a "dead pig doesn't fear boiling water" attitude. I was at my

wit's end. Upon reaching the border of the Great Song Dynasty, these two blockheads started howling again, but instead of urging me to continue, they wanted me to find something nearby. I immediately perked up; after all, what could make these fools—cough, cough, divine beings—search so urgently couldn't be ordinary. I immediately unleashed my divine sense, carefully searching in all directions.

As I searched, I wondered what they were looking for. I secretly guessed it was another divine being, or perhaps… Zi Han!

After all, my purpose in traveling was Zi Han, and these two divine beings must know that. Had they finally come to their senses and prepared to do something for their master?

After carefully searching the area within a five-hundred-mile radius seven or eight times, I finally confirmed that there was nothing of value! Not to mention divine beings, Zi Han, not even a spiritual vein or rare medicine! There are plenty of ordinary villages and towns, but not a single person with good potential or talent. It's a complete wasteland!

Even in this wretched place, these two blockheads refused to give up, insisting on continuing their search. And every time they ventured beyond a 500-mile radius, they'd immediately start yelling and wanting to turn back. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I found a dilapidated, deserted mountain god temple, cleared out an offering table, lay down, and said, "Whatever, I'm not leaving!

" The two blockheads yelled for ages, but I just ignored them, thinking they were talking nonsense. Finally, I helplessly fell silent. I didn't care whether they understood me or not, and started to quip to myself, "Passing by a bamboo grove, I met a monk; suddenly hearing spring was ending, I forced myself to climb the mountain; gaining half a day of leisure, I spent the whole day in a drunken stupor." Though not

explicitly alluding, it was still a veiled insult, and I couldn't help but feel secretly pleased with myself.

(Note: This poem is Li She's "Inscription on the Wall of Helin Temple" from the Tang Dynasty. The original poem is in the following order: "All day long I am in a drunken dream, Suddenly I hear spring is ending and I force myself to climb the mountain. Passing through a bamboo grove, I meet a monk and chat, And thus I gain half a day of

leisure in this fleeting life." I have rearranged the order here to fit the occasion. Because for more than a thousand years, there have been countless open and covert struggles, and my spirit is very tired. In the last ten years, I have been busy refining my bloodline, instructing my disciples, and treating Jiang Tian'er. I really have no chance to rest. Therefore

, after lying down, I slept soundly. After sleeping for several hours, I suddenly heard a series of light footsteps. I glanced over and saw a ragged little beggar enter the temple. When he saw someone in the temple, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his steps hesitated. He seemed to be considering whether to leave. After a while, he slowly walked to a corner of the main hall and curled up. It seems that this dilapidated temple is his home.

I looked at the little beggar. He was skin and bones, covered in dust and filth, his hair was messy, and his expression was...) Extremely timid, he lowered his head when I looked at him, hugging his knees and curling up into a ball, clearly filled with tension and fear. Yet he didn't leave. Was it because he had nowhere else to go?

If so, it was truly tragic, but this was the fate of ordinary people in chaotic times; this little beggar was merely a microcosm of it all. After watching him for a while, I ignored him, turned my back, and continued sleeping.

An hour later, the little beggar suddenly stirred, taking out a few wild fruits and a cold steamed bun from his dusty clothes. He looked at me, seemingly wanting to share his dinner, but he seemed hesitant.

I didn't turn around, but said, "If you want to treat me to dinner, give me that steamed bun. I don't eat wild fruits. If you can't bear to part with it, then forget it!"

Although I had long since abstained from grains, seeing the little beggar want to share his food, I couldn't resist testing his sincerity.

The little beggar hesitated for a moment, then stood up. He walked behind me, placed the cold steamed bun on the ground, then went back to the corner of the temple and began peeling and eating wild fruit. I turned around, stood up, picked up the cold steamed bun, broke off the dusty part, and casually tossed it on the ground, all the while watching his expression. He looked at the dirty bun I had discarded, swallowing hard. I ignored him, ate the clean part, stretched, and lay down to continue sleeping.

After a while, the little beggar came over, seemingly wanting to pick up the crumbs of steamed bun on the ground. I coldly said, "I won't let anyone else eat the part I don't eat."

He slowly walked back, curled up, and didn't say another word that night.

The next day, the little beggar got up very early and walked to a small town more than ten miles away to beg. He was scolded and scorned, but finally got two steamed buns. Then he laboriously searched for wild fruit in the mountains, and finally returned to the temple. As before, I ate the steamed buns, while he ate wild fruit to fill his stomach. This continued for several days.

When he once again put the steamed buns... When I gave him the food, I finally couldn't help but ask, "Why are you sharing this food with me, which you begged for yourself?"

The little beggar looked at me timidly and whispered, "My father told me that we should serve the best food to our guests."

I nodded and asked, "Where is your father?"

The little beggar's eyes reddened, and he said, "He passed away two years ago from illness."

Although I had already guessed it when I saw him alone, hearing him say it himself still made me sigh softly. I asked, "Where is he buried? Could you take me to pay my respects?"

The little beggar nodded and led me to the back of the mountain, pointing to a mound of earth, indicating that his father was buried there.

Such a father deserved respect. I took out incense, candles, and joss paper, performed a ritual, and silently recited the Rebirth Mantra to help the deceased's spirit find peace.

After the ritual, I said to the little beggar, "You've treated me to several meals; now it's my turn to treat you. Come with me."

With that, I strode down the mountain towards the town. I walked on, and the little beggar hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

Although I had many magical treasures, I didn't have much money on me. But that wasn't a problem. Although I didn't have gold and silver, the magistrate's family had plenty. The county government office had been secured by Confucian cultivators, but with my current magical power, even the restrictions of the Song Dynasty imperial palace couldn't stop me. I casually borrowed several hundred taels of gold, and the magistrate remained completely unaware, so he didn't ask me to write an IOU.

I led the little beggar into the town, and with a sweep of my divine sense, I found the largest restaurant in town. I headed straight there, but the little beggar was extremely uncomfortable walking in the middle of the road. Several times he tried to walk along the shadows of the walls, but I pulled him back each time. When we reached the relatively bustling area in the center of the town, the number of pedestrians increased, and the little beggar became extremely nervous, sweating profusely. His little hands clung tightly to my Taoist robe, and he dared not leave my side for even a moment.

When we arrived at the largest restaurant, I looked up and saw the sign that read "Gathering..." "Youlou," I said, pulling the little beggar inside. The waiter at the door sidestepped me, blocking my way. He sized me up, then glanced at the little beggar behind me, and sneered, "This Taoist priest, you should pick a time to beg for alms. It's almost mealtime; are you not going to let everyone eat?"

Having survived numerous battles and been suppressed by Mount Sumeru for a thousand years, and having spent months traveling, my Taoist robe, though a magical artifact, was somewhat worn. However, my physical body was extremely strong, so I had never paid attention to the robe. I hadn't expected this waiter to judge me by my appearance and put on airs; he was truly snobbish.

Hearing the waiter's mockery, I felt a surge of anger, but I didn't bother with such ants. I casually took out five taels of gold I had borrowed from the magistrate, waved it, and said, "Brother waiter, this humble Taoist isn't here to beg for alms. Leave this gold ingot at the counter, and we'll settle the bill after we finish eating."

With the gold in hand, one... The waiter's expression immediately changed; he became incredibly affectionate and respectful, as if his parents had never seen him so devoted.

The manager, unable to sit still any longer, stepped in to smooth things over, scolding the waiter a few times before personally arranging a private room and instructing the waiter to serve him well, before finally leaving.

The spacious private room, easily seating over a dozen people, only had two seats. The little beggar was extremely uncomfortable, clinging to my side and refusing to sit down. When I asked him to order, he shook his head repeatedly, looking flustered, as if he were about to be dragged out and beheaded.

I had no choice but to ask the waiter for the menu and ordered several dishes according to the sweet flavors children like. Considering the little beggar had never eaten chicken, duck, or fish before, I also ordered some meat dishes and two jars of wine.

Soon, the food and wine were ready, but the little beggar refused to touch his chopsticks. I gestured for the waiter to leave, then tasted each dish first. I put some more food on his plate, and he began to devour it all. I smiled slightly and poured myself a drink.

Not long after, I saw the little beggar rubbing his belly, burping contentedly, but reluctant to put down his chopsticks. However, he was small and had a shallow stomach, and couldn't eat another bite. He could only stare at the food in front of him with infinite regret. Just

as I was about to get up to pay, I heard a commotion downstairs. The innkeeper shouted, "The bandit who stole the magistrate's gold is upstairs! Officials, be careful! That thief is quite formidable!"

It seemed the innkeeper, seeing me casually take out five taels of gold, assumed I was a notorious thief and had gone to the yamen to inform them. The magistrate, presumably, had also discovered his hard-earned loot had been stolen, so he sent constables to arrest me. Hearing

this

, I sneered, remaining seated, waiting for the officials to arrive so I could put on a show of resisting arrest, which would also help the little beggar digest his food.

With a loud bang, the door to the private room was kicked open, and several burly, menacing-looking constables rushed in, brandishing iron rulers and chains, shouting in unison—a truly frightening sight!

The little beggar, never having seen anything like it, immediately turned pale with fright and nearly fainted. I reached out and pressed down on his back, channeling a surge of energy to protect his heart and prevent him from being overly frightened.

Then, with a swift kick, I sent the constables flying out of the room, scrambling and groaning. One constable groaned, "You thieving Taoist, you stole the magistrate's gold and dared to resist arrest! You're truly lawless..."

I sneered, "A mere county magistrate dares to call himself 'Master'! It's his good fortune that I borrowed the wealth he amassed from the people to help the poor! Let me tell you, even if I borrowed the imperial seal of your Great Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin wouldn't dare to yell at me like this!"

Hearing my words, the people upstairs... The constables, the innkeeper, and the waiters downstairs were all stunned. One constable, pale-faced, struggled to speak, "You...you dare to call the Emperor by his name!"

I said calmly, "Others may not, but I certainly will! I'm temporarily residing at the mountain god's temple ten miles away. If you're not satisfied, call Zhao Kuangyin to see me!"

I casually cast a spell to freeze everyone in the restaurant, not because I was afraid they would go and inform the innkeeper, but because I still had things to do and didn't want the town to be too chaotic.

I pulled the little beggar out of the restaurant and found the largest silk shop in town, going inside.

Without giving the innkeeper a chance to judge me by my appearance, I directly took out five taels of gold and placed it on the counter; the gold said it all.

The shopkeeper was incredibly enthusiastic, not even addressing me as "Daoist Master," but directly calling me "Immortal," saying, "Immortal, what style of Daoist robe would you like to buy? Our shop has a complete selection, renowned far and wide..."

He went on and on, describing the clothes in his shop with great enthusiasm, almost as if they were tributes from the imperial palace.

I smiled faintly, thinking to myself, "For a mortal to be able to tell I'm an immortal cultivator, it's probably not a stroke of good fortune, but rather the allure of gold."

Immediately, I coughed, interrupting the shopkeeper, and said, "It's not me buying clothes, but for my young friend. What do you think would look good on him?" The shopkeeper

slightly turned his head, and judging from his expression, it seemed he only noticed the little beggar at this moment. Firstly, his eyes were only on gold, oblivious to everything else; secondly, the little beggar had been huddled behind me, never daring to show his face.

The shopkeeper chuckled, "Is that so? Then my wife will have to help him choose."

I was slightly taken aback, wondering why his wife would help. I guessed it was related to local customs, and nodded.

The shopkeeper called out twice, and a woman in her early thirties, slightly plump, came out. She frowned slightly when she saw me and the little beggar, but after the shopkeeper whispered a few words in her ear, she immediately beamed and pulled the little beggar to choose clothes. The little beggar was reluctant to leave my side, but after I comforted him and the shopkeeper's wife tried her best to pull him along, he finally followed her, looking back every step of the way.

After chatting with the shopkeeper for a while, the shopkeeper's wife and the little beggar returned. I looked up and was stunned.

The little beggar had changed into a bright pink dress, more beautiful than any flower. She looked shy and fidgety, her small hands clasped together. Seeing me staring at her, her face flushed red with embarrassment. The shopkeeper's wife had probably given her a good wash beforehand, as her exposed skin—face, neck, arms, and hands—appeared snow-white and translucent. But I never imagined the little beggar was a girl, and I couldn't help but be slightly surprised!

Before, she was dirty and young, so I couldn't tell anything. Besides, I wasn't bored enough to use my divine sense to examine her body, so I remained completely unaware. Then it dawned on me—no wonder the shopkeeper had his wife pick out clothes for the little beggar; he must have already figured out she was a girl. This wasn't surprising; after all, running a business requires keen observation skills, and he was used to seeing all sorts of people in the marketplace, so he naturally noticed the clues.

I nodded and praised, "Clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha—it's truly true! You look absolutely stunning in these clothes."

Hearing my praise, the little beggar blushed, his ears turning red with embarrassment. The shopkeeper laughed heartily, but his wife said, "Immortal, if we bought this young lady some jewelry and cosmetics, she would surely be even more beautiful. Such a beauty is wasted if she weren't dressed up. I know the shops in this town well; if you don't mind, I'll run the errand for you. What do you say?"

I nodded and said, "That's fine. If you can make my young friend look beautiful, then that gold ingot will be considered a running fee."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper and his wife's eyes immediately lit up, like the eerie green eyes of zombies before a bloodbath. I couldn't help but be secretly astonished. In my entire life of cultivation, I had never heard of gold granting humans the power of ghostly arts! Indeed, money makes the world go round!

The shopkeeper's wife led the little beggar outside. It seems women are naturally drawn to beauty; this time, the little beggar almost didn't resist, but still looked at me, hesitant to speak. I smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I won't leave. I'll wait for you here. Go on ahead."

Hearing this, the little beggar seemed reassured and happily followed the shopkeeper's wife.

A full hour passed before the shopkeeper's wife returned with the little beggar. I glanced at her; this time she was even more remarkable. Her hair was styled in a low bun, she wore bright moon-shaped earrings, her complexion was fair and dark, her lips were glossy, and a plum blossom was faintly painted between her brows. Although she was still young, even with my steadfast Daoist heart, I felt she was astonished by her beauty.

Throughout my life, I've seen countless beautiful female immortals, but this little beggar, without any cultivation or body-shaping techniques, is no less stunning than any of the female immortals I've ever met. I thought to myself, "If she were to cultivate successfully and remain eternally youthful, I wonder how many men she would bewitch."

At this moment, the shopkeeper was already staring, completely enamored, oblivious to his wife's livid face. It wasn't until his wife pinched his waist that the sharp pain jolted him awake, and he immediately realized that his public embarrassment was about to lead to disaster.

I sized up the little beggar, praising her repeatedly, "Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!... Truly exquisitely beautiful!"

The little beggar looked shy, her head bowed, but I could naturally sense her secret delight.

I couldn't help but recite: "The Yang family has a daughter who has just come of age, kept hidden in her secluded chamber, unknown to the world. Her natural beauty cannot be concealed..."

Reaching this point, I suddenly felt anger rising, because the next line was "One day she will be chosen to serve the emperor." I couldn't help but think bitterly, "I wonder who she will marry when she grows up? What man is worthy of such good fortune to enjoy such a beauty? He'd have to accumulate eight lifetimes of good karma to do so!"

(Note: This poem is excerpted from Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret" from the Tang Dynasty.) Slowly calming her anger, she greeted the little beggar and led her out, ignoring the innkeeper's wife's exquisite husband-taming techniques. She silently recited the "Rebirth Mantra" for her husband, fulfilling her duty to her deceased friend.

Leading the little beggar through the bustling market, she seemed less afraid of strangers. She had only heard that wine emboldened heroes, and it seemed that clothing could also embolden a beautiful woman, even though this beauty was rather young. She

casually bought some toys the child liked, as well as some candied hawthorns and fried cakes. Once the little beggar had had her fill of playing, she led her slowly back to the dilapidated temple, simultaneously releasing the immobilization spell, allowing the constables and the innkeeper to resume their movements. As for whether they would report to the court, she couldn't care less. Even if they deceived their superiors and only reported good news, she... My objective has been achieved.

I didn't conceal the fluctuations in my magical power. Given what happened, it's impossible for the major powers not to notice. My purpose was to let all the powerful figures know that Ye Lingxuan, who possesses a divine artifact, is within the Song Dynasty, thus testing the reactions of the various giants!

Today, even without relying on the Four Symbols Cauldron, I can fight to a draw with leaders like Bodhisattvas, Demon Kings, Demon Lords, and God Emperors. I no longer need to fear any giants. Although I would still have to run away if they all swarmed and attacked me, no one dares to do that anymore!

After all, my previous record was almost undefeated. Even when my luck was low, I was easily escaped from being suppressed by Mount Sumeru, let alone today? The various giants naturally understand that if they can't kill me on the spot, my subsequent counterattack will be extremely difficult to withstand. Without absolute certainty of victory, they probably wouldn't dare to provoke me.

When my magic power was weak, they didn't kill me. Now that the opportunity has passed, I have grown up and naturally want to occupy a place in this world. Although this is something the powerful figures don't want to see, it is an indisputable fact. Now, I will play a casual move and see how they respond!

Entering the mountain god's temple, the little beggar seemed hesitant. I knew she was reluctant to let her new clothes get dirty. I smiled slightly and casually released a dust-repelling spell, sweeping away all the dust and cobwebs. The little beggar was overjoyed and immediately went to the corner of the hall, took off her new clothes, carefully folded them, and was about to change into her beggar's clothes.

She carried her old clothes all the way, and I secretly praised her for not being fickle and for her kind heart. But the old clothes were really too tattered, so I quickly waved my hand and said, "No need for that. Don't wear those clothes anymore. I'll buy you a few more tomorrow."

The little beggar hesitated, so I said seriously, "Don't you believe what I say?"

The little beggar now regarded me as the person she trusted most, and immediately whispered, "I believe you."

I spread her new clothes on the ground and let her lie down. After a while, I could hear her calm breathing. She seemed to be fast asleep. It seemed that her previous journey had left her quite tired, but I wondered what sweet dreams she was having, as there was a slight smile on her face. I looked at her closely.

Now that she had removed her outer clothes, her small, delicate body looked even more like a budding flower. Her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and her legs were slender and alluring. Her jade feet were so small that they could be grasped in one hand, with flat soles and tucked toes. For a moment, I felt a surge of desire rising from my lower abdomen. I was slightly startled and immediately cursed myself for being a beast, for having improper thoughts about this little beggar!

Lying back on the offering table, I silently recited the "Cloudless Breeze Sutra" three times to suppress my lust. I wondered to myself, "This girl has no magical powers, so how can she arouse my desire? Even if she's naturally alluring, she can't be this powerful!"

The weather was hot, and although the little beggar was only wearing close-fitting clothes, her skin was still constantly sweating. I casually cast a spell to disperse the surrounding fire elemental energy, instantly making the hall cool and allowing the little beggar to sleep more comfortably.

The next day, the little beggar got up and dressed. Naturally, I wouldn't let her beg again. After chatting with her for a while, I looked at her and said calmly, "Can you read?"

The little beggar shook her head. I said, "I'll teach you. Are you willing to learn?"

The little beggar hurriedly replied, "Yes!"

I guess her father had mentioned the benefits of education to her, so she seemed very enthusiastic.

Upon entering the town, I bought the Three Character Classic, the Hundred Family Surnames, and the Thousand Character Classic (I'm sweating bullets!). I also bought a day's worth of food. Returning to the temple, I told the little beggar, "If you don't study well, you won't get any food."

The little beggar nodded, and I began teaching her word by word. She studied extremely hard and was exceptionally gifted, possessing a photographic memory. In just a few days, she could recite the Three Character Classic backwards and forwards fluently, and knew all the commonly used characters. Although I secretly channeled my vital energy into her, making her learn twice as fast, most children... No matter how fast I learn, I can never compare to her.

Although the little beggar was breathtakingly beautiful, if it weren't for the two divine objects urging me daily to search for something within this 500-mile radius, I wouldn't have wasted so much time on her. Besides, we were just strangers who met by chance; I never even thought to ask her name, and she never asked me. In this desolate mountain, simply addressing each other as "you" and "I" was enough.

One afternoon, I was teaching the little beggar the Thousand Character Classic when I suddenly sensed a powerful figure heading straight for us, their escape light swift. They seemed to be a high-ranking Confucian scholar... I chuckled coldly, "As expected, proximity gives you an advantage! They're definitely faster!"

The little beggar looked at me blankly, puzzled. I said, "You stay here and study hard. I'll be right back."

Hearing this, the little beggar dropped her book, rushed over, and hugged my waist, refusing to let go. I gently patted her back and said, "I'm not leaving. I'll be back soon!"

But the little beggar ignored me, still clinging tightly. I didn't want to use force to pull her away, so I kept comforting her, but her eyes remained filled with tears, as if... As if convinced that I would vanish the moment they let go, they clung to me like glue. The newcomers were incredibly fast, and in that brief delay, they were already outside the temple gate. Someone called out, "Is Master Ye here? A Confucian scholar from the Great Song Dynasty has come to visit."

Left with no other choice, I led the little beggar out to greet them. There stood a dozen or so people outside the temple gate, each with a restrained aura, all highly skilled. The

leader bowed and said, "Greetings, Master! I am Zhao Ji of the Great Song Dynasty."

The others also introduced themselves: "I am Wang Anshi of the Great Song Dynasty."

"Su Xun, Su Shi, and Su Zhe of the Great Song Dynasty pay their respects to the Master!"

"Li Gang, Qin Hui, and Jia Sidao of the Great Song Dynasty pay their respects to the Master."

"Fan Zhongyan and Cai Jing of the Great Song Dynasty pay their respects to the Master."

(Note: Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of Song, appears in this book as a subject of Zhao Kuangyin. The rest, regardless of loyalty or treachery, are all from the secular Song Dynasty camp. Fan Zhongyan and others had served in the military, but mainly held civil official positions, so the novel still portrays them as civil officials. The

visitors were all important officials of the Song Dynasty. Zhao Kuangyin didn't dare to come to see me personally, so he sent his civil officials as the vanguard. Fortunately, he was cautious and shrewd, and didn't send any military generals. This gesture of goodwill was very obvious, yet it also had the implication of using courtesy before resorting to force. He was truly cunning!

I bowed and said, "This humble Taoist has traveled far and wide and arrived in the territory of the Song Dynasty. I haven't even paid my respects yet, but you have come to welcome me. I am truly sorry."

Zhao Ji said, "The Master has come to our humble country, and His Majesty has not fulfilled his duties as host. He feels deeply uneasy and has specially ordered us to invite the Master to stay in the capital for a while, so that we can discuss Taoism over wine. I hope the Master will not refuse."

I chuckled .) He said, “His Majesty the Song Emperor’s sincerity is deeply appreciated. However, I am accustomed to a life of leisure and wandering, and entering the capital would be unbecoming. It would be better if I did not go. Please convey to His Majesty the Song Emperor that I thank him for his kindness.” After

a series of heated exchanges, the group of civil officials finally left. Although the Song Dynasty also coveted the divine object, they were not foolish enough to dare to forcibly seize it. Their purpose in coming was simply to probe my background and find out my purpose in entering the Song Dynasty. I was prepared and naturally kept my words airtight. I said a few things that seemed both true and false, then changed the subject, which disappointed them. However, I did not want to break ties with worldly forces, so I made it clear that I had no ill intentions, so that they would have an explanation when they returned.

As for the trivial matter of me borrowing gold from the county magistrate, none of them mentioned it. They all understood each other implicitly. They were all shrewd people and would not point out such uninteresting details. Even I… They seemed oblivious to the beauty of the little beggar behind them, and whether rumors circulated about her was anyone's guess.

Several months later, the little beggar had finished reading the Analects and made considerable progress in her studies. As a reward, I took her to the nearby metropolis of Yue'an, a much more bustling city than the small town. Everything was new and exciting to the little beggar, who was overwhelmed by the sights. It seemed she had gradually overcome her inferiority complex and become as innocent and carefree as any ordinary girl.

Holding a large handful of snacks and treats, she wasn't satisfied. Seeing the fish and bird market, she insisted on going in. I, of course, didn't mind and led her around.

The cages were full of parrots and mynas, and the fish tanks were teeming with goldfish and turtles. The little beggar, being a child at heart, was immediately captivated and insisted on buying several. I shook my head and said, "One at most, there's no room for more." "Fang Yang!"

she cried, her face full of resentment, seemingly blaming me for being heartless. Her

delicate face held a hint of reproach, which stirred my heart, but I suppressed my reverie and insisted on refusing. The little beggar persisted in her pleas, but I hardened my heart and ignored her. She had no money and couldn't persuade me otherwise, so she carefully selected a pet she wanted to buy.

After looking for a long time, she wanted to buy a turtle and a myna, but the little beggar remained hesitant. Suddenly, she saw a shopkeeper throw a dying parrot onto a garbage heap in the corner, leaving it to die. Perhaps moved by the sight, the little beggar felt sorry for herself and immediately ran over crying, picked up the parrot, and tried to caress it, but the parrot was barely alive.

I went over and pulled her aside, saying, "It's no use, it's about to die. Pick another healthy one to buy."

The little beggar shook her head repeatedly, refusing to let go, her expression full of pleading, hoping I could save the parrot.

Just as I was about to speak again to persuade them, I suddenly caught a glimpse of two figures slowly approaching. Their footsteps were silent, their expressions chilling, completely out of place in the bustling city. The people around them seemed oblivious to them,

showing no reaction whatsoever. One was dressed in white, the other in black, both wearing unusually tall hats. One hat read "See Me and Get Rich," the other "See Me and Get Happy." Their scarlet tongues protruded long from their mouths, making them look incredibly eerie. It was the Black and White Impermanence who had arrived.

I looked around; there were no deathly-looking people, confirming they were there for the parrot. I couldn't help but sneer, thinking, "This show of goodwill is far too obvious. Oh well, I'll owe them a favor."

I bowed to the Black and White Impermanence and said, "Gentlemen, are you here to take away the parrot's soul?"

Although they were ghost cultivators, they had duties, so they couldn't be called malevolent spirits.

Hearing my words, both Black and White Impermanence nodded simultaneously. I smiled and said, "Could you do me the honor of leaving this parrot's soul?"

Black and White Impermanence exchanged a glance, seemingly quite troubled. I smiled and said, "You two don't need to worry about failing your mission. I'll write a letter, and you can take it back to your lord. He naturally won't blame you."

Black and White Impermanence immediately nodded, indicating that this was acceptable. I then asked, "Which lord sent this mission? I will definitely visit in person to express my gratitude when I have the chance."

Black and White Impermanence took out their waist tokens and handed them to me. On the front was a large "Ping" character, and on the back was a line of smaller characters: "Class A Impermanence Patrol 1462." Another token was almost identical, except that the number on the back was "1539," which was clearly their number. The "Ping" on the front represented King Pingdeng, who was in charge of the Ninth Court.

I handed back the waist token along with twenty taels of gold. Then I took out jade paper and a wolf-hair brush, wrote three large characters: Ye Lingxuan, and casually burned it with real fire. Immediately, the Black and White Impermanence appeared with a piece of paper—the very one I had just written on and burned.

The Black and White Impermanence nodded and turned to leave. I said, "Take care, gentlemen."

The little beggar, unable to see the Black and White Impermanence, stared at me, seemingly wondering who I was talking to. I smiled slightly at her and said, "Don't worry, this parrot won't die."

The little beggar was overjoyed, bending down to stroke the parrot. Seeing that the parrot was indeed slowly regaining its spirits, she was extremely gratified.

Looking at the little beggar's jubilant expression, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Having roamed the world, killing countless people, I never imagined I'd have to beg for help today for a dying parrot. The King of Equality is quite the schemer; I gained a favor for nothing. Truly a cunning old fox!

The news of my presence within the Song Dynasty had already spread throughout the six realms of existence, and King Pingdeng was naturally well aware of my whereabouts. Otherwise, why would he need a top-tier Impermanence to retrieve the soul of a parrot?

Impermanence are ranked from A to D; even to retrieve the soul of a tiger, at most a D-tier Impermanence would be sent. Even if the tiger's ancestors had accumulated good karma, the souls of small creatures like parrots are too weak and would be automatically absorbed by the underworld after death. Why would Impermanence be needed to retrieve their souls? Clearly, his true intentions were not what they seemed!

But then again, King Pingdeng's move was indeed brilliant. If he had sent a ghost messenger to retrieve the little beggar's soul, I would have inevitably turned against him, and we would have become enemies without any room for maneuver. But by sending a ghost messenger to retrieve the soul of a parrot, he immediately aroused the little beggar's pity, thus making me owe him a favor.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a chill. In just a few months, they had discovered how much they valued the little beggar and even sensed her kind nature, ultimately setting up this scheme to subtly trick me! These forces are truly unpredictable and manipulative!

But this also shows that many forces have begun to change their attitude, no longer readily resorting to violence, but instead prioritizing befriending me. This is naturally because my strength has greatly increased, and I am no longer someone they can easily suppress.

Only with great strength can one gain respect, but strength alone does not guarantee it. Unfortunately, many powerful individuals do not understand this.

I returned to the dilapidated temple with the parrot, and life continued as usual. Every day, I taught the little beggar to read, secretly searched for that unknown treasure, and continuously integrated the strengths of various schools of thought, gradually improving my cultivation.

The Confucian path is profound and subtle, and in the later stages, the little beggar could no longer grasp it quickly. After all, she was young, and many principles could only be understood by combining them with her own experiences. No matter how detailed my explanations were, she remained vague, understanding only half-heartedly.

However, as the saying goes, "a strict teacher produces outstanding students," and I naturally didn't want to slack off. Although I never intended to take the little beggar as my disciple, she was so clever and intelligent that it would be a waste not to teach her diligently. So, whenever she didn't learn well, I would use a bamboo ruler to spank her little bottom to encourage her to study harder.

Each time I spanked her, seeing the five parts pain, three parts shyness, and two parts resentment on her little face, I felt a secret pleasure. I attributed this perverse emotion to her rapid progress in cultivation, which slightly weakened her resolve.

Every time I punished her, seeing her stroking her bottom, her eyes brimming with tears, I felt a surge of emotion and secretly resolved that this was the last time. I would never be seduced by this little beggar again, and at the same time, I reminded myself that no matter how beautiful she was, she was still a child. As the leader of a sect, whose power shook the three realms, I could not possibly have any desires for such a little brat!

But nothing is perfect, and no one is without flaws. Later, I even began to secretly hope she wouldn't do well in her studies, deliberately picking a fight to spank her little bottom, just to see her beautiful face streaked with tears. What a sin!

It was the dead of winter, and the weather was cold. I led the little beggar to the back mountain to bathe. I casually used magic to heat the pool water, letting her go in first. I stood with my back to the pool, guarding her to prevent wild animals or strangers from approaching.

Although I could scan the surroundings with my divine sense, if dozens of Bodhisattvas, Divine Emperors, and Demon Lords came to assassinate the little beggar, I wouldn't have time to rescue her. Therefore, it was better to just watch her bathe. As for whether so many powerful beings would come to assassinate a mortal, that wasn't my concern. Better safe than sorry. In short, I wasn't trying to peep at her bathing.

Hearing the splashing water behind me, my heart couldn't settle. My mind involuntarily began to fantasize about the little beggar's delicate body. I gritted my teeth and thought, "Don't look! I mustn't turn around!"

But then I felt it would be a shame to miss such a sensual sight, lest I leave with lifelong regret. I decided to scan her with my divine sense, just once, and then stop. I couldn't do anything beastly again.

My divine sense slowly extended backward, quickly passing over the little beggar's slender feet, up her calves... thighs... My divine sense stopped there, no longer extending. My heart was in turmoil, wondering whether to be a beast or... worse than a beast!

Without further hesitation, my divine sense instantly swept over the little beggar's delicate body, revealing her budding beauty. Although I could have done it long ago, I had always restrained myself until today, when I finally broke down and could no longer bear it!

Her face, neck, chest, arms, hands, waist, hips, legs, and feet were all small, but every part of her delicate body was exquisitely beautiful, and her skin was incredibly smooth. In just a few months, the little beggar had shed her poverty and blossomed into a graceful young woman.

Especially her small breasts; without even calculating, one could tell they held immense potential and a bright future. I roughly scanned her with my divine sense for as long as I bathed, and as long as I didn't withdraw my divine sense, it counted as a "scan."

Suddenly, a shadow rose from the bottom of the pool, touching the little beggar's delicate buttocks. I frowned slightly, and the little beggar cried out in surprise, leaping out of the water. Ignoring her naked body, she rushed into my arms, stammering, "There...there's a toad!"

Toads are usually hibernating at this time of year, but I heated the pool water, and it woke up, startling the little beggar.

My palm touched the little beggar's delicate skin, which felt warm and smooth to the touch. I gently caressed her breasts without making a sound, and I found myself reluctant to let go. But the little beggar, in her panic, had no idea that I was taking advantage of her.

Fearing that she would catch a cold, I gave her a cold-resistant pill. In this way, even in the dead of winter, when she took off her clothes to face the snow, she would not be affected by the wind and cold.

I looked at the little beggar and said sternly, "You study the classics and should abide by etiquette. How could you rush naked into a man's arms? If I had evil intentions, wouldn't your innocence be in jeopardy?"

(Water Dragon Chant finally couldn't help but complain to himself for the first time: Look! How righteous the male protagonist is! He's truly a rare gentleman! Don't you all agree?)

The little beggar argued, "No, it's just that the toad was too scary."

I said sternly, "Wealth and honor cannot corrupt, power and force cannot subdue, poverty and hardship cannot sway! As long as one lives, one should uphold propriety and morality. Even if one's head is threatened, one cannot change one's principles!

A toad throws you into disarray. What's the use of studying the classics? Lie down, I'm going to punish you severely." "I admonished her."

Having spent so much time together, the little beggar was completely obedient to me. Although she felt wronged, she still complied, lying down on all fours, her fair and rosy bottom gently raised.

I took out a bamboo ruler and gently slapped her bare bottom. With a "smack," the tender flesh trembled slightly, and the little beggar couldn't help but gasp softly, "Ah!" She

quickly suppressed her embarrassment, her face full of grievance, tears welling in her eyes. But being so young, she didn't understand the boundaries between men and women, so she felt little shame. Lust.

I picked up the ruler, leaving a faint red mark on her tender, white bottom. A smile involuntarily crept onto my lips, a perverse pleasure creeping in. Then, another light tap with the ruler struck different spots on the little beggar's buttocks, causing her delicate body to tremble. This time, however, she held back her cry.

After leaving five red marks on her tender bottom, I put away the ruler and said, "Do you know you were wrong?"

The little beggar, fighting back tears, murmured, "I know I was wrong ." "I won't do it again next time."

I nodded and said, "To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue! You are a teachable child! My painstaking efforts in nurturing you have not been in vain."

A speck of white snow fell at that moment, landing on the little beggar's bottom, just enough to stick to one of the red marks, causing the little beggar's delicate body to tremble before disappearing.

I looked up at the sky, and saw that the snow was falling in abundance, which was exceptionally beautiful. I said softly, "Get up! Look, it's snowing, the first snow of the year."

The little beggar immediately got up and raised... Looking up at the pristine white snowflakes under the night sky, she reached out and caught a few, exclaiming joyfully, "So cool! So beautiful!"

Turning to me, she grabbed my hand and shook it repeatedly, crying out, "It's snowing! It's so pretty! I want to build a snowman, will you help me?"

I nodded and said softly, "Such a child! Just got teased... and after being punished, she's already back to her old self."

The little beggar didn't hear what I said, running around, grabbing snowflakes with immense joy.

After that snowy night, everything seemed normal. The little beggar remained oblivious, but I sensed a subtle change within me. When she misbehaved, I would still spank her bottom with a ruler, but with a slight difference: I would make her take off her clothes and receive the punishment naked. The little beggar didn't object, only finding the constant taking off and putting on clothes a bit troublesome.

Two whole years passed like this. For cultivators, this was merely a blink of an eye. The Six Paths of Heaven remained seemingly calm, and I still hadn't found the hidden treasure. Zihan's whereabouts were also nowhere to be found. But the little beggar had grown considerably taller, and her developing parts had begun to develop, though her lower body still showed no signs of growth. But it would be soon, I thought.

The little beggar lay naked on the ground, her flawless body exposed before me. She stuck out her now fuller but still somewhat tender bottom, letting me strike her with the ruler.

Now, as she grew older and read more, she began to understand the ways of the world, starting to realize that a woman's body shouldn't be seen by men so easily, let alone stripped naked and spanked. Yet she never resisted. Was it because she had become accustomed to this kind of life?

I looked down at the little beggar, and she looked up at me. We stared at each other for a moment, then I slowly said, "Do you know you were wrong?"

The little beggar didn't speak, her expression slightly stubborn. I swung the ruler again... Marks were left on her snow-white, delicate buttocks.

The buttocks, covered in red welts, looked both tragically beautiful and lascivious. Tears welled in the little beggar's eyes, but she forced them back, explaining, "I tried so hard, but my true energy couldn't leave my body once it reached my dantian..."

The response was a ruler, immediately adding a red welt to her snow-white buttocks. I knew she was deliberately provoking me; her true energy circulation was perfectly fine, she was clearly asking for a beating. Yes, she had begun to develop masochistic tendencies, deliberately making mistakes every day to get a few strokes of the ruler. And when her snow-white buttocks were whipped, clear, lustful fluid would flow from her tender vulva.

Perhaps it was a natural reserve in girls, but the little beggar never wanted me to see her shameful state, always trying her best to hide the seeping fluid. But under my divine sense, her body's reactions were completely exposed.

I tried not to hit her, indulging all her mistakes, but she became very agitated and suffered from insomnia. I taught her to concentrate her mind. The calming exercises weren't very effective; only after I tormented her would she fall asleep with a sweet smile. And, I don't know when it started, she always insisted on sleeping with me in her arms, even in her dreams she would cling to me tightly, as if afraid I would suddenly leave.

I was also captivated by everything about the little beggar: her youthful, delicate body, her aggrieved expression, her stubborn words, her tearful eyes, and that subtle lewdness! This lewdness wasn't the allure of a mature woman, but the innocent blossoming of a young girl.

If it weren't for me, the little beggar wouldn't have become so depraved, but she might have frozen to death on the street long ago. I let her live, and she's thriving. I saved her life, but destroyed her soul. However, I never truly possessed her; I have my bottom line.

Perhaps one day, she'll grow up and marry someone else. I wonder if she'll still remember me. The thought of another man pressing down on her body, tasting her beauty, defiled her breasts and jade feet fills me with unbearable rage. The thought of the beautiful little beggar girl, writhing and sweating beneath a man, even bearing his children, filled me with rage. I could no longer bear to look at anything between us.

Putting away the ruler, I slowly said, "Think about it carefully."

The little beggar girl lay prostrate on the ground, silent, but secretly tightened her legs. I knew she was afraid I would see her involuntary flow of lustful fluids, but she didn't know that my thoughts were already there. I scanned the pink, moist opening of the pool several times, seeing everything clearly.

I walked towards the back mountain, came to the pool, took off my Taoist robe and clothes, and stepped into the cool water, enjoying the tranquility of this afternoon in the deep mountains, listening to the birdsong, and smelling the faint fragrance of flowers—it was extremely pleasant.

But not long after, I noticed the little beggar tiptoeing over, quietly hiding behind the trees, spying on me.

Chapter 15

I deliberately pretended not to notice the little beggar's presence, and continued to bathe in the water, but my divine sense kept an eye on the little beggar's every move. With a single movement, she saw my naked body and actually swallowed hard, but her eyes were somewhat confused, as if she didn't quite understand why she was doing this.

I was also secretly puzzled. The little beggar had been by my side for the past two years. I have always been upright and righteous, and I have taught her the profound principles of Confucianism, Taoism, and immortality. Under such instruction and constant exposure, she should have become a virtuous and dignified young lady. Why is she so frivolous now? To the point of peeping at men bathing?

Where exactly is the problem?

Hemp growing among weeds will stand straight without support; white sand mixed with mud will become black. Having cultivated with me for so long, the little beggar should be incredibly chaste. How could she be so lewd? It seems the little beggar is born lewd. Although I have tried every means to enlighten her, her lustful nature is hard to change. What a sin! What a sin!

I must place all the blame on the little beggar. I absolutely cannot admit that I corrupted the child, otherwise, if word spreads throughout the universe, I fear I will ruin the reputation of my lewd and immoral teachings!

Regardless of whose fault it was, the little beggar had already made a grave mistake. Although she was young and knew little about matters between men and women, the sudden sight of a naked man still caused her heart to race and her face to flush. She even reached her delicate little hands inside her skirt to gently caress her smooth, hairless vulva.

I should have stopped this absurd and obscene act, but for some reason, I didn't react. Instead, I stepped out of the water, sat by the pool, and positioned myself so the little beggar could see clearly. Perhaps I had progressed too quickly in my spiritual cultivation, and my resolve was wavering. But the little beggar's stunning beauty was undoubtedly a major factor.

Whenever I think that the little beggar will one day grow up and get married, I feel a deep sadness, so I want to preserve these memories.

My divine sense swept over the little beggar's delicate body, observing her somewhat immature masturbation movements. Her hands were small, her fingers slender, caressing her equally tender and narrow vulva with a strangely lewd quality. Her lower body was already soaked, but the vaginal fluid was crystal clear, unlike the sticky fluid of a mature woman; the little beggar's fluid carried the fragrance of a young girl.

I chuckled slightly, reaching out to grasp my own penis and masturbate, causing my semi-erect penis to gradually rise and become erect. Seeing this, the little beggar's eyes widened instantly, watching my actions intently. Her hands stopped, as if she had forgotten everything, but her delicate body trembled. Within that small body, some kind of lewd blood suddenly awakened.

The little beggar's jade-like face was extremely beautiful. Although her delicate body was still immature, even her small nipples were whiter than pink, yet one could discern her refined taste from her words, and it wasn't hard to imagine her future unparalleled beauty. At that moment, the little beggar looked at me with a mixture of confusion and intoxication. I felt a perverse excitement, so I didn't suppress my pleasure. Thick semen quickly shot out, spraying onto the smooth rocks by the pool, drawing a white outline that flowed slowly, leaving clear traces.

I got up, dressed, and left, never glancing back at the little beggar's hiding place, seemingly oblivious to everything, but my divine sense was still watching her every move.

After I had walked a hundred feet, the little beggar quietly got up and walked to the rock covered in semen. She stared blankly, seemingly pondering what the liquid in front of her was. After a moment's hesitation, she bent down, brought her face close to the semen, and gently smelled it. But seemingly not gaining any valuable information, she slowly extended her finger and dipped it in the semen.

Staring at the semen on her fingertips, the little beggar stood there for a long time, then stuck out her tongue, lightly licked her fingertip, put the semen in her mouth, and savored it. She then frowned slightly, as if the semen didn't taste good, with a sour, fishy smell.

In that instant, innocence and lewdness were simultaneously embodied in the little beggar; her innocent actions and guileless expression were doing the most lewd things a woman could do.

Just when I thought the little beggar would stop her absurd behavior, she reached out again, this time with both hands. Her left hand caressed her vulva, while her right hand kept smearing semen on herself and eating it.

I watched quietly until the little beggar ate all the semen, reaching her first orgasm, collapsing to the ground, convulsing. Her small chest heaved with heavy breathing, her face showing some distress, but mostly confusion, as if she didn't understand what had just happened to her body.

I watched the lewd scene come to an end, then returned to the temple. A strange voice echoed in my ears: "The leader is back! The leader is back!"

I said calmly, "Shut up!"

Although I was extremely excited by the little beggar's innocent yet lewd behavior, I also knew that a pure young girl had embarked on a path of no return, so my mood wasn't good, even though I was the one who caused this outcome.

Hearing my rebuke, the strange voice immediately stopped. I didn't need to look up to know it was that damned, still-alive parrot.

This parrot, having survived such a calamity, immediately enjoyed good fortune. Listening to my daily sermons to the little beggar, it absorbed spiritual energy and gradually developed intelligence. Although limited by its aptitude and the time it had spent cultivating, its magical power was still relatively shallow, but it was already close to being a demon.

The little beggar adored the parrot and even gave it a name: Xiaoyu (Little Jade).

Between practices, the little beggar would roam the mountains and fields with her parrot, and the two grew quite close. Although the parrot was respectful to me, it wasn't particularly affectionate, and I didn't bother with it. I let it be; as long as the little beggar liked it, I could keep it.

After a while, the little beggar slowly returned, her face still slightly flushed. She lowered her head, avoiding my gaze, appearing somewhat guilty.

I stared at her, remaining silent for a long time, making her uncomfortable. Finally, I slowly asked, "Where did you go?"

The little beggar lowered her head, remaining silent, her small hands clasped together, her fingers twisting nervously.

I took out a ruler and said calmly, "Kneel down!"

Hearing this, the little beggar's small body trembled slightly, but she still took off her clothes, walked to me, and obediently knelt down, sticking her little bottom out towards me, assuming a posture ready for punishment. Her kneeling position was perfect; with a slight movement, I could easily press the ruler onto her bottom. This was something she had practiced for over two years, and it appeared extremely natural.

I looked at the little beggar's bottom, where the marks of the ruler from the previous slaps still remained. Between those two small and perky snowy buttocks, a bit of bright red was visible. That was naturally the little beggar's anus, now exposed to the air, its petals slightly open and closed, a vivid and breathtaking sight!

I lowered my hand, the bamboo ruler slowly gliding across her delicate skin, causing the little beggar to tremble slightly, raising a layer of fine goosebumps. I said calmly, "Tell me, where did you go?"

Although the little beggar had begun to argue in front of me, she had never pretended to be deaf and dumb. Under my coercion, she finally whispered, "I went to the back mountain."

I controlled the ruler, slowly sliding it down from her little bottom to the little beggar's thigh, causing her delicate body to tremble incessantly. Then I continued to question her, "What did you do?"

In the past two and a half years, the little beggar had developed a phobia of the ruler, and her voice involuntarily changed, becoming extremely close to a woman's moan during intercourse: "I went to watch you take a bath..."

Saying this, she felt somewhat weak and powerless. After all, even if she was ignorant, she knew that such behavior was very shameful and impolite.

I slid the ruler further down, until it reached the inside of the little beggar's knees, and gently tapped it horizontally, signaling her to spread her legs wider. The little beggar was extremely ashamed, knowing that if she spread her legs, I would see her tender vulva, exposed after her orgasm. But under my coercion, she had no choice but to spread her slender legs. I slowly asked, "So what did you see?"

The little beggar bit her lower lip, resisting the pressure from the ruler, while still futilely trying to hide her instinctive reaction, and stammered, "I saw your body, and I saw you urinate on the stone..."

As she said this, she showed signs of another orgasm, her two small labia slightly twitching, slowly squeezing out a trickle of vaginal fluid.

I lightly poked the little beggar's sole with the ruler, stimulating her sensitive flesh and causing her to let out a barely audible moan. With a wicked smile, I said calmly, "And then, what did you do?"

The little beggar's small body stiffened, and she trembled as she said, "Nothing, I didn't do anything, please, don't ask."

My expression changed drastically, and I shouted, "You're lying! What did you do? Tell me!"

Although the little beggar had hardly shed a tear when I punished her, now, she finally shed two clear tears, and with all her might, she cried out, "I...I ate your urine..."

I reached out and stroked the little beggar's delicate buttocks, comforting her overly agitated emotions, and said in a calm tone, "That wasn't urine, it was a man's offspring."

The little beggar was slightly puzzled, and choked out, "Offspring? Your child?"

Then she panicked, her face turning pale, and she anxiously said, "Then I ate your child, didn't I kill..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the little beggar began to vomit violently.

For the past two years, I've rarely fed the little beggar any grains; I've filled her stomach with elixirs and magic pills. As a result, her cultivation has improved remarkably quickly. However, this means she can't vomit anything and can only dry heave constantly, suffering terribly.

I gently patted her back, comforting her, "You didn't kill my descendants."

The little beggar looked at me with suspicion, waiting for my explanation, but such things are impossible to explain. I could only try to gloss over it, saying seriously, "Don't you believe what I say?"

The little beggar paused slightly, thought for a moment, and said, "Of course I believe what you say! But..."

I immediately interrupted her, "Don't ask anything, don't think about anything. You'll understand naturally in time! If you keep thinking nonsense, I'll get angry."

The little beggar already trusted me implicitly and immediately became anxious, saying, "I won't think nonsense, and I won't dare ask anything. Please don't be angry."

I said calmly, "Alright, crawl over here. I'm going to teach you new techniques."

The little beggar obediently knelt and crawled before me, respectfully listening to my teachings.

I looked at her and instructed, "You've seen me bathe, so you know my body is different from yours. This is the difference between Yin and Yang. Today I will teach you the method of harmonizing Yin and Yang."

The little beggar nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite, but her body had already instinctively begun to heat up and become excited.

I whispered, "First, reach out and grasp my penis, and stroke it up and down, transforming the lesser Yang into the greater Yang, and the greater Yang into the ultimate Yang. Then you can extract the Yang essence, and drinking it will greatly benefit you."

The little beggar, bewildered, obeyed without question. Her small hand reached under the hem of her Taoist robe, found my penis, gently grasped it, and began to stroke it.

Although I've seen many women, this is the first time I've encountered such a stunningly beautiful young girl as the little beggar. Her small hands moved with extreme clumsiness and were far too small. As my penis gradually became erect, its hot, firm erection threatened to break free of her control. At first, the little beggar was surprised, completely unable to understand why my body was reacting this way. Her face was full of confusion, but then she became playful, constantly increasing the speed of her stroking, seemingly wanting to see how much my penis could grow. Her face was already filled with anticipation.

I clearly saw all these changes in the little beggar's expression, and savoring them, I felt a strange pleasure. My penis involuntarily grew even larger.

Everything in the world often seems monotonous, but in reality, the variations are endless. Take sex, for example; it's nothing more than in-and-out movements, caressing and teasing. But even for the same couple, the experience will be completely different depending on the time, place, and their status.

The little beggar certainly has the potential to bring ruin to the country, but what's most captivating is his "naivety"!

While Qingdie and Jiang Tian'er are also slender and delicate, their experience with worldly affairs makes them somewhat affected. Although Qingdie is a manifestation of intercourse, she has long harbored desires for men and women, unlike the little beggar's natural innocence.

Intercourse, though merely a story of penis and vagina, will never end as long as there are living beings within the six realms of existence. The sound may be limited to five, but the variations within those five sounds are endless. Each entanglement of penis and vagina is, in fact, a drama of joy and sorrow, and the culmination of these ups and downs is, of course, ejaculation. But for whom? When? Where? Who can truly know the answers clearly?

This only speaks of men; for women, the situation is far more poignant and tragic. They have even less autonomy. Men cannot fully control when they ejaculate, but they can at least slightly influence where it goes. Women, however, are even more tragic; they often cannot even choose who ejaculates inside them.

But then again, intercourse is a drama of joy and sorrow. If there were only sorrow, why would so many people flock to it?

Naturally, it is because of the existence of "joy"! What boundless pleasure is there at the moment of ejaculation? The beautiful woman experiences it and is also ecstatic; is it not just men?

I did not suppress my own desires, letting the little beggar use her hands to make my penis erect. Finally, with my deliberate abandonment, I was tormented to ejaculation by the little beggar's small hands. Semen spurted from the glans and urethral opening, spraying onto the little beggar's face, neck, hair, and even chest, slightly startling her, and her hands involuntarily stopped moving.

As I savored the pleasure of ejaculation, I whispered, "Don't stop immediately. After a man ejaculates, your hands should move slowly, giving him time to savor the afterglow and catch his breath."

The little beggar, though usually taciturn, was exceptionally intelligent. She immediately understood and followed my instructions, slowly stroking the penis while simultaneously pulling it upwards from the base to squeeze out the remaining semen from the urethra. She was remarkably quick-witted and gifted; it seemed she would become a master of bedroom arts in the future.

Her face covered in semen, the little beggar was somewhat disheveled, but curiosity and confusion far outweighed shame. Her face was the worst affected area, so a large amount of semen flowed down her face. However, the ejaculation had spread widely, so some semen also clung to her breasts. Although her breasts were not yet fully developed, the semen seemed unconcerned, stubbornly adhering to them, completely imprinting its masculine scent on her budding body.

I exhaled a soft breath and looked at the little beggar, saying, "A man's semen is the most yang substance in the world, and it is very beneficial to a woman. From now on, you must hold my glans in your mouth and drink the semen, understand?"

The little beggar nodded, but seemed still troubled by the idea that semen was the offspring. She stood there for a moment, but ultimately trusted me completely. The little beggar seemed to have made up her mind. She dipped her finger in the semen again, put it in her mouth, and slowly ate all the semen I had ejaculated on her body. This lewd scene immediately aroused my senses, and my lust surged again.

After she finished eating the semen, I said to the little beggar, "Come here and sit on my lap."

Because she needed to hold me to fall asleep every night, the little beggar did not hesitate and immediately sat on my lap, her naked and narrow back pressed against my chest. The little beggar tilted her head back, rested her head on my shoulder, looked at me, and waited for my next command.

I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You forced out my vital energy, and I'll make you release your vital energy too, understand?"

The little beggar was innocent and ignorant. Although she had orgasmed once, she didn't know that was the process of releasing vital energy. Hearing my words, she seemed indifferent and nodded casually.

I whispered a command in the little beggar's ear, "Spread your legs, like when your mother held you to pee as a child."

This position was to make the little beggar spread her legs, completely exposing her vulva, and because she was sitting in my lap, I could easily play with her body.

The little beggar naturally wouldn't resist, but I secretly hoped for her defiance, hoped she couldn't bear it, hoped her body would be overwhelmed by pleasure. I knew it was actually very simple, but even a lion must use its full strength to hunt a rabbit, so I decided to completely corner the little beggar.

My fingers pressed against the lower edge of her small vulva, and my fingertips gently lifted, tracing the two tender labia minora. This movement was extremely slow, infuriatingly slow, and the purpose was naturally sinister: to let the inexperienced girl experience the purgatory of pleasure!

As I expected, the girl's delicate body trembled with the movement of my fingertips. Although the little beggar had experience touching her vulva before, her skills were far inferior, and there was a world of difference between masturbation and being caressed by a man. So the little beggar quickly groaned, her words incoherent: "...Ugh...it's so uncomfortable...it's so itchy...it's so...so comfortable...um..."

I teased her lightly, "Is it uncomfortable or comfortable? Or is it itchy?"

The little beggar's body straightened in my arms to resist the pleasure, but she dared not close her legs. She could only gasp and groan, "I don't know...it's so...comfortable...and so uncomfortable..."

I said, "Then you should really feel it, understand it clearly. I'll slow down, so you have plenty of time."

The little beggar was almost speechless and didn't know what to do. Her little face was full of confusion, and she kept nodding her little head, indicating that she would listen to me completely.

I chuckled softly, my fingertips continuing to slide, teasing that tender vulva with all my might, determined to force out the little beggar's lewd nature.

Sparks of electricity crackled around my fingertips, tingling as they touched her vulva, maximizing the stimulation of each touch while simultaneously prolonging the intervals between them. This manipulative technique allowed the pleasure to build up endlessly, yet there was no outlet, forever teetering on the edge of climax. This would be enough to break even a seasoned woman, let alone this inexperienced young girl. After

a few teases, the little beggar's spirit had succumbed, but her body hadn't even had a chance to break down. She looked up at me, her face contorted in distress, and weakly whimpered, "...It hurts...I want to pee...but I can't..."

I gently kissed her nose before saying, "You already peed once by the pool behind the mountain, didn't you? Now I'm telling you, that wasn't urination, it was orgasm. When a woman is pleasured by a man, she orgasms. Remember that! Do you understand?"

The little beggar's eyes were unfocused, but she still nodded. I tempted her, "Do you want to release it all?"

The little beggar immediately replied, "Yes... " "!"

I looked at her and commanded, "Then you have to say 'Please, let me cum,' and I'll let you cum to your heart's content."

Without any doubt or resistance, the little beggar immediately said, "Please, let me cum."

I nodded and said, "As you wish, I will make you climax completely!" I

quickened the movement of my fingers, teasing the little beggar's pleasure to the limit, and then quickly peeled open the little beggar's tender flesh with my fingertips, accurately finding and rubbing the white clitoris that had never seen the light of day. The pleasure was like a galloping horse, immediately slamming the little beggar into the abyss of desire. The little beggar cried out, but it was so pale and weak.

A clear, hot stream gushed from her small vulva, flowing down the little beggar's inner thighs, wetting her little buttocks, and then soaking the ground. After the intense orgasm, the little beggar quickly fell into a deep sleep, emitting soft snores. Her face in her sleep was so innocent, which made me feel a little guilty, but it was too late to regret it.

The parrot watched its master being trained by me without making a sound, quite sensible indeed.

After settling the little beggar down, I was about to begin my Qi cultivation when I heard a voice outside the temple: "Master of the Lustful Sect, an old friend has come to visit. Please come out for a chat."

Upon hearing the voice, I knew it was a wandering immortal from the Great Song Dynasty. I glanced at the little beggar, who was sleeping soundly, and went out.

Several Taoist priests stood outside the temple: Wang Chongyang, the founder of the Quanzhen Sect; Shi Cen, the True Lord of the Jingming Sect; Bao Fang, the Old Ancestor of Biyun Mountain; and Luo Xuan, the True Man of Erxian Mountain—all leading figures among the wandering immortals of the Great Song Dynasty. It was quite common for such immortals to engage in worldly affairs, simply for the purpose of spreading their teachings or accumulating merit and good fortune.

After I arrived in the Song Dynasty, although I used the words of civil officials to express to Zhao Kuangyin that I had no ill intentions, he did not entirely believe me. He secretly invited these wandering immortals to his door, ostensibly to make friends, but secretly to find out my intentions. I pretended not to notice and adapted to the situation, so in the past two years, I have become familiar with these wandering immortals.

When I came out, Master Bao Fang immediately grabbed my Taoist robe and laughed, "I lost to you last time, but I will definitely get my revenge today!"

Before I could speak, Wang Chongyang interrupted, "Old Bao, don't talk big. If we talk about chess skills in the Song Dynasty, Su Shi is first, and you are second!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed. They all knew that Su Shi was not good at chess, and comparing him to Master Bao Fang was a deliberate attempt to provoke him. But Master Bao Fang was very composed and did not get angry at all. With a casual gesture, he conjured up a table and chairs in front of the temple gate and set up a chessboard. With his other hand, he still grabbed my Taoist robe, as if afraid that I would refuse to play chess with him.

Left with no other choice, I had to deal with them for the first two rounds. I sat down opposite Bao Fang, picked up a white piece, and held it between my fingers. Wang Chongyang, Shi Cen, and Luo Zhenren sat quietly watching. I secretly wondered why these Taoist priests had come.

I casually placed a piece, and the black and white pieces gradually became locked in a stalemate. Suddenly, Luo Xuan spoke up, "Master, you have been hiding in the Song Dynasty recently, rarely appearing in the world. You may not have heard of the major events that have occurred in Zhou Tian?"

Wang Chongyang laughed, "Taoist priests are just being polite. I'm not an outsider. Why bother with these formalities?"

I said seriously, "I have been confined to the desolate mountains for a long time and have no idea what major events have occurred. I would appreciate it if you could enlighten me, Luo Zhenren."

Luo Xuan said, "Master, you may not know this, but news has recently spread that two emperors have fallen!"

I was slightly surprised. After all, only the most powerful figures in the celestial and mortal realms are worthy of being called emperors. I wonder which two great beings have died? I knew that since he had brought this up, he would naturally explain in detail, and sure enough, Luo Xuan continued, "Lieyang and Li Shimin have passed away."

Hearing this, I was greatly shocked. I had only heard of Li Shimin's name, but had no real connection with him. However, I had met Lieyang Divine Emperor once. Although he was also one of those vying for the Four Symbols Cauldron, he had his own compelling reasons, and our relationship was more friendly than hostile. I had a good impression of this Divine Emperor. Moreover, I had been defeated by him before my cultivation was complete, and I had been planning to go to the Heavenly Realm to have a good fight with him again. I never expected that this old friend had already fallen. A sense of desolation welled up in my heart; perhaps this was the feeling of shared sorrow.

But questions immediately arose: with Lieyang Divine Emperor's unparalleled power and the strength of the Divine Race, who could have killed him?

After his fierce battle with me that day, he was besieged by the Three Kings of the Underworld. Despite the extremely unfavorable situation, he still managed to escape easily, demonstrating the unparalleled strength of a peerless expert. How could he die so easily now?

I immediately asked Luo Xuan, who replied, "This humble Daoist does not know either. I don't even know when the Blazing Sun God Emperor perished. After all, the God Clan has various concerns and has been keeping the news under wraps. It only recently spread among the major powers, so we rogue immortals naturally found out even later."

Hearing Luo Xuan's extremely vague words, I knew I wouldn't get any information from him. I immediately began to secretly perform divination and deduction, trying to find out who the murderer was. If possible, I wouldn't mind avenging the Blazing Sun God Emperor, but the results of my calculations were still hazy. However, I vaguely sensed a sinister aura, so it seemed the murderer... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a slight chill.

As I was making my calculations, Luo Xuan said again, "Although we don't know much about the affairs of the gods, the Tang and Song dynasties are both secular. We do know a bit about Li Shimin's death. It's rumored that he died of poisoning, but the Tang government claims it was a relapse of an old illness. Now, Crown Prince Li Zhi has succeeded to the throne. However, I'm afraid the Tang dynasty won't be able to hold onto its position as one of the five great secular powers."

I chuckled and said, "That's fine too! With your help, it's not impossible for His Majesty the Song Emperor to take his place!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Xuan, Bao Fang, and Shi Cen all changed color slightly. I seemed oblivious, while Wang Chongyang forced a smile and said, "Master, you're joking!"

I smiled faintly, said nothing more, and continued playing chess. But after calculating the matter of Lieyang, I casually calculated the cause and effect of Li Shimin's death. With this calculation, I noticed some clues and secretly sneered, "Indeed, it's an excellent plan to escape unscathed." "

Li Shimin's methods are only meant to keep secret from others. Fortunately, he has no grudge against me, so I'm too lazy to bother with him. I won't tell the wandering immortals of the Great Song Dynasty and plan to quietly watch the good show of infighting in the mortal world.

Luo Xuan added, "The dead are gone forever. No matter how powerful they were in life, they are yesterday's news and can no longer affect the overall situation. However, a phoenix has recently been born in the Southern Purgatory Valley. Many forces have sent strongmen there, hoping to capture this divine beast of heaven and earth in one fell swoop. After all, the phoenix is newly born and its magical power and intelligence have not yet reached their peak, so there is still a chance to tame it into a spirit beast."

I casually placed a piece on the board and said lightly, "That's true, but this matter is also quite dangerous. I have been to the Purgatory Valley before and used the fire of the outer valley to forge two sets of flying swords. I dare not go deep into the inner valley. After all, the outer valley is already filled with flowing lava and raging flames. The inner valley is more than ten times more terrifying. The phoenix is a fire-type divine beast, and it is like a fish in water there. It is definitely not easy to deal with." "

For a moment, the four wandering immortals of the Great Song Dynasty were abuzz with discussion, speculating about the ultimate fate of the divine beast and how many powerful figures would perish in this battle.

After chatting for half a day, Bao Fang abandoned a piece, rose, and ruffled the chessboard, laughing, 'I just remembered something I need to attend to in the mountains. We'll meet again another time. See you then!'"

Ignoring everyone's attempts to persuade me to stay, I left on my own. Wang Chongyang laughed, "The sect leader is ruthless!"

I smiled faintly, offering no comment. Shi Cen suddenly said, "We've been chatting for half a day without getting to the point. We've come to tell the sect leader about the 'An Tian Grand Gathering.'"

I was taken aback, immediately recalling the rumors about this grand gathering. It was said to be held only once every three thousand years, with the eight major powers and independent sects all gathering there, each displaying their unique talents and vying for attention. It was considered the grandest gathering in the Six Paths of Heaven. When I rose to power, the previous gathering had already ended, so I had never participated. But though I couldn't be there in person, my heart yearned for it, and I couldn't miss this opportunity! I

immediately asked, "When will it begin? Where will it be held? Who will preside?"

Shi Cen smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, the date hasn't been set yet, but this grand event has always been hosted by the eight major powers in rotation. This time it's the Heavenly Court's turn, and the location is Kunlun Mountain."

I nodded and said to Shi Cen, "Thank you, True Lord."

Shi Cen waved his hand and said, "Given Master's current status and cultivation, the Heavenly Court will definitely send an invitation personally. We are merely giving advance notice; it's nothing."

Afterward, the Great Song Dynasty Immortals all got up to take their leave and departed.

Standing quietly in front of the temple, looking at the peaceful valley under the afterglow of the setting sun, my heart was filled with turmoil. Even with the immense power of the Heavenly Realm's divine race, the Blazing Sun God Emperor had ended up like this. It seems that the waters within the Six Paths of Heaven are much deeper than I imagined! As for the matter of Li Shimin and the Phoenix, it has nothing to do with me. Let them do what they want.

Time flies, and more than a year has passed in the blink of an eye. The desolate mountains should have been lonely and desolate, but with the little beggar by my side, it was naturally a delightful experience. Although we didn't take the final step, I had basically taught the little beggar all the other techniques of the bedroom arts. I taught her daily, demonstrating and guiding her diligently, and the little beggar's sexual skills and magical abilities

improved by leaps and bounds. The little beggar's aptitude was exceptional; no female immortal in the cult of lust could compare to her. Even Qingdie, whom I considered Zihan's successor, couldn't match her cultivation speed. However, when it came to cunning, the little beggar was inferior. But this wasn't difficult; after experiencing the coldness and warmth of human relationships and the fickleness of the world, she would eventually develop a certain shrewdness.

The little beggar knelt before me, her pink little bottom raised high, her face buried between my legs. In this position, she was obviously licking my penis. For the past year, begging for semen had become a daily ritual for her. Her little hands and lips had become increasingly sharp, her skills gradually maturing; she was truly a teachable child.

Now, with my penis in her mouth, she sucked vigorously, shaking her head from side to side to intensify the pleasure. Occasionally, her teeth would lightly scrape the glans, sending waves of thrilling pleasure through me. In an instant, even I felt the urge to ejaculate, secretly praising her innate talent and quick understanding of bedroom arts!

The little beggar, experiencing the first stirrings of love, was fascinated by matters between men and women. Instinctively, she sometimes wanted to swallow my penis into her tender vagina, but I always stopped her, wanting to preserve her innocence. This might seem ridiculous, but I was serious. The little beggar protested a few times, but seeing I wouldn't allow it, she gave up. However, at the same time, she began sitting on my lap every day, begging me to stroke her vulva until she reached orgasm, using this to release her desires.

Licking my penis, the little beggar still felt unsatisfied. She raised her head and smiled slightly at me, her face innocent and carefree. She reached out her small hand, lifted my penis, and brought her mouth to my testicles, beginning to suckle. At the same time, her little buttocks swayed provocatively, dazzling the eye.

So lewdly teased, my lust was completely aroused. I lowered my hand and reached for the little beggar's chest, pinching her now-grown breasts and gently caressing them. The little beggar didn't even look up, continuing to lick her testicles, but still moving her delicate body very cooperatively, making it easy for me to play with her breasts at will.

I lovingly played with those little breasts and whispered, "Your body is the most perfect thing created by God. I wonder who will have the chance to taste your beauty in the future."

The little beggar spat out her testicles, while stroking my penis, and said, "It will definitely be you! I don't want anyone else to touch me, and I won't touch anyone else. So, will you teach me the last move of the bedroom arts?"

Her little face was full of pleading, but she spoke the most lewd words.

I said calmly, "No! At least you have to be older before you can learn that move!"

The little beggar immediately lowered her head, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

Seeing her disappointment, I felt a secret pleasure and said, "You said you'd never let another man touch you, that your body belongs only to me, is that true?"

The little beggar nodded immediately. I said, "Okay, it's a deal, you can't go back on your word!"

The little beggar held out her little finger, looked at me, and said, "Pinky promise! No going back on it!"

I didn't hold out my hand, but instead raised my penis and said, "Pinky promise with your finger and my penis."

The little beggar's eyes lit up, as if she had found something new. She immediately tried to hook her penis with her little finger, but it was hard, and her finger couldn't reach it. I pointed out, "Use both hands."

The little beggar immediately understood, hooking her penis with both little fingers at the same time, gently pulling, and saying, "My body is yours, pinky promise, no going back on it!"

I couldn't tell if the scene before me was innocent or lewd, but the smugness I felt after hearing the little beggar's vow was impossible to hide.

After we made a pinky promise, the little beggar started playing with my penis and licking my testicles, determined to drink my semen. Being a generous person, I quickly got my way, and she drank a large amount of hot semen, her face slightly flushed, almost as if

she were drunk. (Note: This needs further verification, as Western and Traditional Chinese Medicine differ greatly. With my current cultivation level, my semen naturally contains strong spiritual energy. The little beggar's daily consumption would naturally be beneficial, but this time I ejaculated too much, and she drank it too quickly, making the spiritual energy too intense, causing her to become tipsy.)

I said calmly, "Alright, it's time to help you release your true yin. Sit in my lap."

The little beggar was still dizzy, shook her head slightly, seemingly trying to shake off the intoxication, and then obediently sat in my lap, automatically… Spreading her legs, she prepared for her daily blissful lesson.

Just as I was about to reach out and touch the little beggar's vulva, I suddenly noticed a group of constables escorting the magistrate up the mountain, seemingly heading straight for the mountain god temple. I couldn't help but wonder, after more than three years, could he still be trying to retrieve the gold? Hadn't the Confucian scholars of the Song Dynasty warned him? Although

this upright official was corrupt and lawless, the Song Dynasty court hadn't punished him. After all, I was the one who stole his gold and brought the matter to light; if things got out of hand, I would lose face too. So those officials pretended not to know, but he hadn't been promoted in over three years, which might... My career was probably over, but that was none of my business. I was just curious about his purpose.

A quick calculation revealed the whole story. I lightly patted the little beggar's bottom and said, "Get dressed. I'm going out for a bit. You focus on your cultivation, and I'll teach you again when I get back!"

The little beggar was extremely unhappy and insisted on going with me, her face full of pleading. My heart softened, and I let her get dressed first. The little beggar immediately smiled again and began to dress.

Half a day later, the corrupt officials finally arrived at the mountain god temple, knocking on the door and shouting, "Is the immortal lord home? Your humble servant Zhen..." "Zhongyi is here!"

Upon hearing this name, I was both angry and amused. Such a corrupt official, daring to call himself "Zhen Zhongyi" (True Loyalty and Righteousness), what a disgrace to his name!

However, for the sake of peace for the people, I had to see him, so I pulled the little beggar out.

Seeing me and the little beggar, all the officials were speechless, staring at the little beggar like hungry wolves seeing lambs. The "Zhen Zhongyi" had long since become "Big Rogue," drooling. If they didn't know my methods, they probably would have already ordered the abduction of women. I couldn't help but snort angrily, and only then did everyone come to their senses.

The little beggar had already dressed up, wearing a green dress and a hairpin adorning her hair, making her bright eyes and white teeth stand out even more. Although the crowd, intimidated by my imposing presence, dared not stare too intently, they couldn't help but steal glances. Several burly yamen runners even bled from their noses with excitement—a truly disgraceful and unsightly display! (By the way, the male protagonist is also a lecherous man, as you all should know!)

Finally, the magistrate realized his mistake and hurriedly reprimanded his men, then said with a forced smile, "My lord, please don't be angry. These are just ignorant fools. Don't take them seriously. I've come here to…" I waved my hand, interrupting him, "I know why you've come. It's nothing more than for that black donkey demon in the pine forest north of the town. Go back now. This beast that plagues the people will surely meet a bad end!"

Hearing this, the crowd chuckled. They were all seasoned veterans, naturally understanding that I was insulting them as well. So they all took their leave. I didn't bother with them, and led the little beggar away… I set off on my escape route to find the black donkey demon, intending to rid the people of this scourge and also gain a means of transportation.

Because I was searching for that unknown object, I had already traversed this area of five hundred li countless times. The black donkey demon had always been a reclusive cultivator, never bothering the people, so I hadn't bothered with him. But now he had abducted a village woman and taken her back to the mountains to rape and plunder; naturally, I couldn't tolerate it.

The Song Dynasty had many powerful experts, and naturally, there were those who could subdue demons, but this black donkey demon was too close to my dwelling, and no one wanted to act rashly for fear of misunderstanding. That's why I sent the county magistrate to find me. The black donkey demon seemed destined to be involved in my illicit sexual practices; I was determined to subdue him and accumulate some merit along the way.

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