[Fantasy] Li Benfeng's Three Palaces and Six Courtyards (Complete) - 13-15

Chapter 66 The Strife Between Sisters [Part 3]

"Master, just now...did Xiaomei spoil your mood?" Xiaomei nestled obediently in Benfeng's arms like a little rabbit.

"No, thank you for reminding me. I felt the atmosphere was a bit off." Benfeng had been teased by Feng Xiaolian for a while, and his heart was in turmoil, as if he were shrouded in a fog. Could it be that Feng Xiaolian had cast some kind of evil spell on him?

Xiao Mei, unaware of what had happened, possessed a small, eerie bamboo trumpet. With a flick of her finger, another trumpet popped out. "Master, listen to me play a tune for you."

After a few soft puffs, Xiao Mei held the newly emerged trumpet to Ben Feng's ear. "Just now, that ghost Xiao Lian tried to use her bewitching spell on you. Luckily, you have enough willpower to avoid falling for it—if it weren't for Madam's sake, I would have destroyed her bewitching spirit and stopped her from harming anyone else."

Ben Feng was about to speak when Xiao Mei waved her hand. "I don't want to upset Madam. If you want to speak, use this bamboo trumpet I made for sealing your voice. It has a spell on it, so neither Madam nor Ghost Xiao Lian will hear you." Xiao Mei handed the bamboo trumpet to Ben Feng. "Just speak into my ear. You can speak for as long as you want; it's quite fun."

"I want to ask you, are you not just a little girl? Otherwise, how could you see through Feng Xiaolian's bewitching spell and not be afraid of her at all? Does Madam know your identity?" Benfeng found Xiaomei increasingly adorable and understanding. Madam keeping Xiaomei was a deliberate act.

"Master, Xiaomei has lived in Maoshan since she was a child. She knows some minor magic, enough to deal with Gui Xiaolian, but not the Blood Spider King, and certainly not as good as Sister Mingyue." Xiaomei paused, kissed Benfeng's earlobe with her little mouth, and then pointed the small trumpet at him. "Xiaomei was seriously injured, and it was Madam who saved Xiaomei at the foot of Laoshan Mountain. Therefore, Xiaomei sincerely repays Madam and will stay with Madam for life, never to marry... Madam knows Xiaomei's identity. Madam made Xiaomei stay by your side so that Gui Xiaolian wouldn't use her bewitching magic to harm you."

"Xiaomei is so cute, grateful, considerate, and so clever. Tell me, what kind of tricks will that... Gui Xiaolian use next?" Benfeng thought it sounded very natural for Xiaomei to change Feng Xiaolian's name to Gui Xiaolian. Speaking like that with the green bamboo trumpet, Gui Xiaolian wouldn't hear a word. He wondered how angry she would be.

"Ghost Xiaolian is going to use her flute to move the heavens, sir. You'd better be patient. In a little while, when Ghost Xiaolian has no other choice, Xiaomei will call Madam over to... release your pent-up desire." Xiaomei spoke these intimate words for the first time, her pretty face involuntarily turning red.

"Husband, I'm back." Feng Xiaolian lay in the grass, wanting to see what Benfeng and Xiaomei would do and hear what they would say, but she was greatly disappointed. She saw Madam Feng and Xiaobi smiling and eating snacks, and she was inwardly fuming, determined to return and show Benfeng her secret technique.

Flute to move the heavens. Xiaomei guessed correctly; Feng Xiaolian was going to use the strange move from the erotic painting Madam Feng had drawn. Some Taoist sects use this secret technique to train one's composure.

"My lord, let me sing you a little boudoir song... A hundred years of cultivation brings us to share a boat ride, a thousand years to share a pillow in sleep. I, Xiaolian, await you at my humble door, as the golden wind blows and the flute plays..." Gui Xiaolian improvised and sang, her musicality truly masterful.

"Is it pleasant to listen to?" Feng Xiaolian deliberately shielded Xiaomei behind her, pressing her jade-like breasts against Benfeng's back. Her soft hands moved from behind, slowly caressing Benfeng's thighs, gently kneading and loosening his belt. The belt was loosened but not removed, deliberately letting Benfeng's manhood sway slightly.

"It's truly enchanting, Sister Xiaolian, you really know how to tease a man." With Xiaomei's support, Benfeng was no longer flustered. He closed his eyes, simply opening his heart to enjoy Feng Xiaolian's wanton manipulation.

"Where does the jade beauty teach the flute, my dear little devil sister, come quickly..." Benfeng reached into Feng Xiaolian's clothes.

Using the excuse of relieving herself, Feng Xiaolian changed into another set of clothes. This set was even more revealing than the Golden Thread Robe, resembling Xiaoqian from the Ghost Story. A few pieces of gauze and a few jade belts were more sophisticated than the lace and thongs of trendy girls.

The clothes were subtly revealing, her jade-like buttocks opening and closing intermittently, her breasts appearing as if glistening with morning dew, so tender they seemed to drip with moisture, her thighs fluffy and alluring…

“Ah!” Benfeng cried out comfortably, a sound that came from her jade-like mouth biting him, oh—it was her jade-like mouth blowing hot air.

A surge of heat caused Benfeng to thrust a few times. Feng Xiaolian laid her jade-like body on Benfeng's lap, kneeling on one knee on the grassy slope, her two semi-circular tender jade breasts swaying rhythmically with the pressure of her hands, pulling Benfeng's trousers down to his knees.

"Sister Xiaolian, are you serious? You should know we're not that close yet, let's stop here and talk about it later." This was the first time Benfeng had experienced the legendary flute technique, and he was filled with anticipation, yet he knew Feng Xiaolian harbored ulterior motives and couldn't bear to sacrifice his precious possession.

If it were Madam Feng or Xiaomei doing this to him, he would have fully cooperated.

"You're bad! I've already done this, and you're still making excuses... If you start something and then abandon me, I'll definitely kill you..." Feng Xiaolian's tongue slid down like a flowing mountain stream, then back up to its peak.

A cool drop of water, followed by a burst of heat, and Benfeng suddenly thrust upwards, poking Feng Xiaolian's face.

Another round of flowing mountain streams, and Benfeng once again thrust upwards, suddenly grabbing Feng Xiaolian's two jade-like breasts.

Feng Xiaolian cried out in pain, "You bad thing, it hurts! You don't know how to be gentle with a lady!"

"I know, I'll be gentle, don't worry. I'll be gentle with you later... I'm just starting out, please bear with me, Sister Xiaolian." Benfeng let go of her buttocks and gently rubbed them.

Feng Xiaolian looked at Benfeng with alluring eyes, her body gently caressing his manhood. She would turn around and then lightly touch his buttocks, letting him flick them, her face brushing against his.

After several repetitions, Benfeng gradually became lost in the moment, his mind drifting as if he were in Madam Feng's boudoir, holding her hand and letting her play the flute with abandon.

"Master!" Xiaomei whispered in Benfeng's ear, holding her trumpet. At this moment, Xiaomei's trumpet had become invisible. Hearing Xiaomei's words, Benfeng's mind gradually cleared.

"Bear with it, Madam will be here soon to assist Master. Gui Xiaolian's body—soul—is about to leave her body." Xiaomei breathed into Benfeng's ear. Little

did Feng Xiaolian know Xiaomei was secretly plotting, still manipulating things wantonly. She secretly rejoiced, waiting for Benfeng's soul to be disoriented, so she could cast her spells at will.

...

"Sister." Madam Feng, holding a lantern, stood on the mountain path a mile away from Feng Xiaolian and called softly. Startled by the

sound, Feng Xiaolian's body—soul—left her body, collapsing slumped onto the rocks, devoid of warmth, her eyes dull and lifeless.

She had revealed her true, ugly form. Feng Xiaolian was furious, "Fine, you—people, so hypocritical! None of you are good people!" With a wave of her hand, Feng Xiaolian's stiff body vanished into the ground.

"Li Benfeng, you brat! If I get the chance, I'll devour you alive! Let's see how arrogant you are then!" Feng Xiaolian's ethereal human form floated in the air, her two sinister ghostly eyes radiating intense killing intent.

"Hehe, the green hills remain, the green waters flow on, I'm waiting for Sister Xiaolian to come and eat me." Benfeng pulled up his trousers and waved at Feng Xiaolian. "Next time, before you leave, remember to help me put my trousers back on. You have to tie them up before you can untie them."

Feng Xiaolian was filled with hatred—as the ghostly figure drifted away, she almost shed tears—she had actually felt hatred in her soul, just like a human.

"I hate you!" Xiaomei spoke for her.

"Husband, let's go to the sedan chair. The night is cold and the fog is heavy." Madam Feng's words were full of tenderness and affection, warming Benfeng's heart. He happily ran down the mountain, climbed into the sedan chair, and waited to make love with Madam Feng inside.

Chapter 67 Innocence, Not One Let Go Having

successfully teased Gui Xiaolian, I felt quite accomplished.

Playing tricks on a ghost is harder than dealing with a tiger, yet I succeeded. My only regret is not being able to fully savor the exquisite pleasure of Gui Xiaolian's flute playing. Good things take time, so I'll leave this love affair with Gui Xiaolian for later. The

arts of the bedroom are truly profound, and the most revered is undoubtedly Elder Peng… I once heard Madam Feng say that Elder Peng, who attained enlightenment in the bedroom and lived to be eight hundred years old, ascended to heaven in Wuyi. I wonder if Gui Xiaolian, in her reincarnation as Ying Fuyan, obtained any of Elder Peng's magical artifacts in Wuyi Mountain during her lifetime in Wuyi? As the sect leader of Qingque Sect in Wuyi, Ying Fuzhen, at the tender age of eighteen, already possessed the cultivation of the late-stage Innate Realm. Could she have obtained Elder Peng's health-preserving techniques or cultivation-aiding treasures?

"Li Benfeng, why did you bully my sister?" Benfeng was lost in thought with his eyes closed when he heard Ying Fuzhen's cold, sharp voice.

"The night is long, does Sect Leader Ying also have no desire to sleep?" Benfeng lifted the sedan curtain and glanced at Ying Fuzhen standing in the post station.

Ying Fuzhen was injured. There was a frightening wound on her face.

Who was so cruel as to injure such an innocent and pure face like this! So inhuman! The wound on Sect Leader Fuzhen's face was still shrouded in black mist.

"Sect Leader Ying, how did you get injured like this?" Benfeng's heart ached terribly—innocence, Benfeng had caught a glimpse of Ying Fuzhen on Pure Land Mountain, and the image of innocence was imprinted on his heart. "The whiteness of a egret is not innocence, outwardly pure but inwardly not benevolent," he suddenly remembered this saying, and Benfeng's heart ached again: Had he failed to feel any desire to heal her wound because Ying Fuzhen had confronted him with her sword several times?

How could he bear to watch Ying Fuzhen, with her kind heart, have her innocent face disfigured and exposed to the moonlight by some wicked person?

Benfeng's mind flashed with several different images of Ying Fuzhen embodying "kindness and innocence." Could it be that true innocence stems from an innate kindness, making one utterly pure and genuine?

With this thought, Benfeng jumped out of the sedan chair. "Come, let me heal your

wounds?" "No need, I can heal myself—I came to tell you that from now on, you are not allowed to bully my sister, and don't treat her like your plaything." Ying Fuzhen spoke, turning her back to Benfeng, barely managing to stay upright. Yet, she almost shed tears because of Benfeng's genuine concern.

"Don't treat me as an enemy. I'm a doctor, and when I saw you were injured, I naturally had to treat you. Besides, I've long considered you a friend. I know you're bound by Kunlun's demon-slaying and monster-exorcising principles, which is why you're my enemy—I know you don't actually see me as a demon, you just can't stand me being with Miss Mingyue, because righteous people are not tolerated by demons. But demons are also spiritual beings, and humans are just another kind of spiritual being among the six realms. Everything in the world has its own way of survival. As fellow spiritual beings, why should we make things difficult for each other and become enemies? I know that Sect Leader Ying doesn't act against his conscience. Even when he could kill me, he only gave me a warning. Therefore, I've long considered you a friend."

Hearing Benfeng's words, Ying Fuzhen was in tears and slowly turned around.

"Only those with benevolent nature possess true innocence." Benfeng recited his reflections on the beautiful woman, then took out the medicinal powder he had prepared in the Pure Land Mountain from his treasured robe. "Use this medicine to clear away stagnation and remove blood stasis. Later, I'll gather some medicinal insects and herbs to prepare a formula for restoring skin and clearing the complexion."

Ying Fuzhen bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Benfeng opened his mouth and gently blew the medicinal powder onto Ying Fuzhen's wound. He then took out three silver needles and inserted them into the acupoints on both sides of Ying Fuzhen's wound.

Acupuncture. The acupuncture technique that Benfeng had comprehended in the Yunxue Peak hot spring cave to reconnect the meridians of his senior sister Tianqin was being used on Ying Fuzhen's wound with perfect timing.

The most serious injury to Ying Fuzhen was to the Tongziliao Chengqi acupoint, the orbicularis oculi muscle. If blood and qi were not restored in time, even one eye would be difficult to save. Benfeng twisted the needles, using the essence of his heart to radiate the fine network of vessels connected to the acupoints. The dark, stagnant energy in the wound slowly dissipated, and the stagnant blood seeped through the tiny veins, fading the purplish discoloration on Ying Fuzhen's face and gradually giving way to a rosy glow.

"It will take another ten days or so for new skin to grow, Sect Leader Ying, don't worry. My self-developed acupuncture technique still works." Benfeng felt particularly relieved seeing the changes in Ying Fuzhen's face.

After administering the acupuncture, Benfeng held the silver needles, carefully examining the poison congealed on them. The wound on Ying Fuzhen's face looked like it had been grazed by a poisonous magical weapon; a severe blow would likely have killed him.

"Who is so wicked, so cruel, so inhuman!" Benfeng shouted angrily into the empty valley.

Benfeng himself hadn't expected that Ying Fuzhen's injury would anger him even more than his own. If the culprit were standing before him, Benfeng would have drawn his sword and killed him.

"The Qingque Sect Master is really something, finding some immature brat to be his man!" A strange, eerie voice drifted up from the valley below.

"Bastard, get out here!" Benfeng shouted, and Xiaomei and Xiaobi echoed him.

"Guan Cang of the Blood Needle Sect of Kuocang Mountain, Shen Lianshan of Woyu Village, and those few ghosts from the Haiyou Five Elements Alliance are coming out to take advantage of the chaos again." The Bright Moon Maiden stood gracefully on a white ribbon of water, pointing out a dozen or so ghostly figures hidden in the shadows.

"Moon Wheel Serpent Demon, do you still think you're at the same level of cultivation as before? It's truly a pity for you. You insisted on believing Wuyi Jun's words, destroying your demonic body to cultivate asceticism in the human realm. What a pity, what a pity! Don't you know the crime of possessing a treasure? That brat obtained the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, and instead of protecting his life in Tianlai Mountain, he insisted on coming to Rilu Mountain to die! Moon Wheel Serpent Demon, since you placed the Eight-Sided Tongue Implantation Stone of the Northern Underworld Ancestor in the Soul Separation Cave, my Blood Needle Sect and all the fellow Daoists from the South Sea will not refuse it." The speaker was Guan Cang, the sect leader of the Blood Needle Sect.

This old fellow was just like Wang Xicang, afraid that others would know his location, constantly changing his position while speaking.

"Surround them! I, Shen Lianshan, only know how to kill, and I won't let a single one go!" A tall, thin figure appeared, draped in a five-colored felt blanket covered with poisonous stingers.

As soon as he finished speaking, several people draped in felt blankets stepped forward, each carrying a straw figure. The straw figures were densely covered with poisonous bees.

The valley was shrouded in shadows. Those closer could see that they held rings of gold, silver, copper, iron, and wood. There were at least five hundred of them.

Shen Lianshan of Woyu Village had almost mobilized his entire force; his Five Poison Phosphorous Burning Blanket, coupled with countless double-tailed poisonous bees, was too much for even a Nascent Soul cultivator to withstand. Those wielding the five rings of gold, silver, copper, iron, and wood were members of the Haiyou Five Elements Alliance. The Five Elements Bewitching Rings could be used as flying weapons by a single person or as long-range attacks by multiple people, using ghostly sounds to lure souls.

Guan Cang was right; Benfeng was guilty of possessing a treasure. These Yin cultivators from Jiangnan coveted magical artifacts capable of seizing souls and spirits. The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls and the Eight-Sided Divergent Fetal Stone were things they dreamed of possessing.

"Xiaomei, protect Madam, Sect Master Ying, and Xiaobi!" Benfeng was going to strike first. The

current situation was extremely unfavorable. Looking around, only he and Xiaomei had the strength to fight; Mingyue was three miles away. The Moon Maiden was still in the weak stage of forging her human soul. If it were after midnight, when she absorbed the condensed demonic essence of the Eight-Sided Tongue Embryonic Stone, these Yin people wouldn't be so bold. They

really know how to take advantage! Shen Lianshan arrogantly declared he wouldn't let a single one go!

"Come on, those who want to die, come up! Those who are afraid, get out of here!" Benfeng roared, releasing the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword!

Shouts rose everywhere! Shen Lianshan's Five Poison Phosphorous Carpet flew through the air, five Yin Soul Phosphorous Flames leaping a mile away, surrounding Benfeng.

Chapter 68 Joining Forces, Uninvited Guests

The sword aura of the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword struck one of the Yin Soul Phosphorous Flames. Benfeng's flying sword aura didn't rely on the dragon soul and serpent shadow magic power contained in the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls; it was purely driven by the accumulated Yang essence in his heart.

The Yin Soul Phosphorescent Flames were not on the same level as the Blood Spider King's Ghostly Poisonous Qi.

A surge of sword light swept past, and Shen Lianshan's Yin Soul Phosphorescent Flames flickered a few times before extinguishing.

Miss Mingyue made her move! Her hands were empty; with a flick of her fingers, the condensed water in the white ribbon of water swirled into a vortex, splitting into ten, then a hundred, striking the disciples of the Haiyou Five Elements Alliance in the valley.

The Haiyou Five Elements Alliance never spared the lives of its disciples; upon death, their souls were gathered to form a Ghostly Soul-Hooking Array.

Knowing that Miss Mingyue couldn't last long, after extinguishing Shen Lianshan's five Yin Soul Phosphorescent Flames, Benfeng leaped onto Miss Mingyue's white ribbon of water. Xiaomei had already cast three invisibility spells; the injured Ying Fuzhen, Madam Feng, and Xiao Bi should be safe.

In the battle, the most difficult to deal with was the Blood Needle Sect. Guan Cang of the Blood Needle Sect remained elusive, and even his disciples couldn't see him.

The disciples of the Five Elements Alliance surged onto the valley wall in a dense, overwhelming manner.

"They've all taken Soul-Strengthening Pills. We'll only injure, not kill. The old ghost of the Five Elements Alliance can only control them for half an hour." The three swirling water waves that Mingyue unleashed had already bound the arms and legs of over a hundred Five Elements Alliance disciples. As these guys surged against the valley wall, they could only leap forward using the Yin energy they absorbed within their bodies.

Shen Lianshan, his Yin Soul Phosphorous Flame extinguished by Benfeng, retreated five hundred steps, looking at Benfeng with astonishment. This guy was arrogant and overbearing in the stronghold, having once used five streams of Yin Soul Phosphorous Flame to burn over twenty flying swords. Ying Fuzhen, caught off guard, was also injured by his Kuocang Flying Dagger. Chief Shen thought all Daoist cultivators in the world were all show and no substance, utterly vulnerable.

Only after encountering Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword did he realize his ignorance.

How could a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy possibly have reached the Innate Realm and wield the Demon King's magic weapon of the Northern Underworld Ancestor?

"Boy, who exactly is your master? Judging from your flying sword, you must have learned from Shi Yinlie of Mount Shu. Why bother hiding it and making yourself a laughingstock!" Shen Lianshan had never heard of Zhexing Pavilion in Yingshui Prefecture and insisted on attributing Benfeng's lineage to Mount Shu.

Benfeng laughed heartily: "Shen Lianshan, you flatter me. My master's surname is Shen, given name Wuhua. He founded the Zhexing Pavilion Daoist sect, which is unique in the world! If you manage to leave Rilu Mountain alive and escape back to the Southern Frontier, don't forget to tell your fellow Yin cultivators that besides Kunlun and Mount Shu, there are thousands of orthodox Daoist sects in the world, and even a worthless disciple of Zhexing Pavilion can make you run for your life!" Benfeng

stood on the white ribbon of water and, taking advantage of the moment, sent hundreds of strands of essence into the body of Miss Mingyue.

Miss Mingyue smiled knowingly, and the white ribbon of water shot out. Benfeng used the momentum to approach Shen Lianshan and released his flying sword. The Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword emitted a blue halo, with sword clouds floating in the air.

"Sect Master Guan, why aren't the Five Elders of Haiyou making a move?" Shen Lianshan reluctantly released the Five Poison Phosphorous Burning Blanket. Unable to withstand the attack with his own magic power, Shen Lianshan released all the poisonous thorns from the blanket.

"Collect!" Xiao Mei suddenly appeared, releasing a honeycomb-shaped wooden bucket. "Master, leave this person to Xiao Mei." Xiao Mei's wooden bucket magic weapon confiscated all of Shen Lianshan's poisonous thorns.

Ben Feng nodded to Xiao Mei, and when he looked back at Madam Feng with some worry, he saw that the disciples of the Cijian Sect of Jiugong Mountain had already formed a flying sword formation, and Madam Feng, Xiao Bi, and Ying Fuzhen were all under the protection of the flying sword formation.

"This is the chivalrous act of a righteous Taoist sect, helping people quietly." Ben Feng clasped his hands in a fist salute to the disciples of the Cijian Sect, and flew swiftly into the valley.

"You cowardly bastards, watch closely! This is the magic weapon you've been seeking! The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls!" With a thought, Benfeng unleashed the power of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls. Serpentine shadows and green mists surged through the valley, meeting yin with yin, instantly forcing the Blood Needle Sect disciples hidden among the pine trees to reveal themselves!

Blood needles flew out, a chilling wind billowed, and hundreds of red threads struck Benfeng! The Blood Needle Sect disciples, with their youthful faces and ruthless bodies, were extremely vicious in their needle-casting techniques. After releasing the first wave of blood needles, they even tossed the bodies of Five Elements Alliance disciples into the air, releasing a second wave.

Amidst screams of agony, the blood needles pierced through the bodies of Five Elements Alliance disciples, carrying gusts of chilling, bloody wind towards Benfeng. The second wave had barely begun when the third wave shot out!

Their own cultivation was limited, but the speed at which they unleashed the blood needles was astonishing!

Benfeng drew his sword wheel, encircling the rain of blood needles, and with a loud shout, his inner essence spun out, deflecting all the incoming blood needles back!

Suddenly, Guan Cang, the sect leader of the Blood Needle Sect, attacked! A chilling wind swept by, snapping branches and breaking trees, and a long, broad crescent of blood enveloped hundreds of blood needles, pressing down on Ben Feng.

Ben Feng felt his blood surge—the sensation was like encountering the Blood Spider King on Fire Hill.

"If we can't capture this brat Li Ben Feng, Sect Leader Guan might as well walk backwards from now on." The Five Elders of Haiyou suddenly appeared behind Ben Feng.

The five old men were going all out to deal with Miss Mingyue.

"Great Luo Golden Immortal, Five Qi Dragon Souls!" Ben Feng shouted, his mind surging as he released Pan Mo's two dragon souls! To his surprise, seven Yin Souls flew out of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls at once!

Along with Pan Mo's two dragon souls, the Yin Souls of the five chief disciples of the Tianluo Sect also flew out!

The bloodthirsty aura of the two dragon souls was enough to withstand Guan Cang's Blood Coil magic weapon! Ben Feng's mind moved again, and the five Yin Souls of the five chief disciples of the Tianluo Sect, entwined among the snake shadows, pounced on the Five Elders of Haiyou!

"What the hell! That brat cheated!" Elder Mu of the Five Dragons of the Sea exclaimed in shock!

Two dragon souls ripped apart Guan Cang's blood coil! Guan Cang spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward! He couldn't care less about the Five Elders of the Sea; saving his life was the priority!

Ben Feng's mind stirred, and he commanded the dragon soul to fly towards Elder Mu, whose face had turned pale. The dragon-shaped snake shadow sword followed the dragon soul, and a blue halo struck the Yin Lian wooden ring that Elder Mu had hastily released!

Boom! The wooden ring shattered!

"Save me, senior brothers, save me!" Elder Mu's voice was extremely miserable! The bloodthirsty aura of the dragon souls penetrated Elder Mu's body, and Elder Mu's flesh exploded. One of his Yin souls was instantly devoured by the coiled dragon souls.

Elder Jin, Elder Yin, Elder Tong, and Elder Tie disregarded their fellow disciples, released their magical weapons to block the bloodthirsty aura of the dragon souls, and each flew towards the shadows in the valley.

"I won't let a single one escape!" Benfeng, riding on the white ribbon of water released by Mingyue, commanded the two dragon souls of Panmo to hunt down and annihilate the four elders!

"Show mercy where you can! Ling Wuxing, I apologize for disturbing you." Ling Wuxing, who was in seclusion, suddenly appeared on the treetop of an old tree three miles away from Benfeng and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Li Benfeng, you brat, I will avenge my disciple!" The Golden Saint Dharma King of Mingxu Valley flew over riding a golden disc, roaring as he released the Five Elements Flying Wheels of Gold, Silver, Copper, Iron, and Wood to bombard Benfeng.

"You bastard, you want my life!" Benfeng sprang up, wielding his sword to collect the dragon souls and the Yin souls of the five chief disciples of Tianluo Sect, and landed on the Yingri Pine with Mingyue by his jade hand.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, it's midnight, I have to do my homework with my woman." Benfeng chuckled and entered the Soul Separation Cave with Mingyue.

Chapter 69 Feng Xiaolian's Grand Gift

Every day at noon and midnight, it was the time for Miss Mingyue to absorb and condense the demonic essence. At noon, she used the yang of the sun to replenish her yin and refine her essence; at midnight, she used the light of the moon to replenish her yin and condense her essence. It would take at least forty-nine years of refinement to fully absorb the

demonic essence of the Eight-Faced Forked Tongue Embryo Stone. "Shouldn't we find a way to shorten the time?" Benfeng shook his head after hearing Miss Mingyue's brief explanation. "Forty-nine years, and that's assuming no unforeseen circumstances. Given the current situation, we'd be fighting to the death every day with some ignorant Taoist sects and evil Yin cultivators. Even if Mount Shu, out of respect for the Three Yang True Man, doesn't make things difficult for Miss Mingyue, Kunlun certainly won't stand idly by. If another Golden Immortals' treasure competition were to happen, we'd be in trouble."

"My lord, forty-nine years is already a very short time. If the Golden Immortals and Earth Immortals of Kunlun are vying for treasures, there's nothing we can do about it. Ever since I became a demon immortal, I've been fighting like this every day. Do you expect us to sit and discuss the Dao with Ruan Qingyu, Kunyang Ding, and Fu Luoyun of Kunlun? They only show ruthless annihilation to what they consider demons and evil!" The Bright Moon Maiden released a white ribbon of water that sealed off the space, preparing to begin her practice.

Absorbing demonic essence wasn't a big problem for the Bright Moon Maiden, but the "surrounding without entering, storing water and steaming yin" technique was extremely unbearable for her.

“I’ll help you absorb it, or we can absorb it together. That way, it will be faster. When the spiritual roots are touched by emotions, we can become one before absorbing the essence, and we won’t suffer from the torment of desire—fire… I remember, at the Earthly Infant Spring, when I was in the icy cold of the third layer of cold energy with Senior Sister Tianqin, all five aggregates were empty, and we reached the other shore of wisdom and the other shore of emotions—that wonderful state where what you have, I have, what I have, you have—walking through all realms without leakage.” Benfeng was intoxicated by the thought of embracing Senior Sister Tianqin in a state of blissful meditation.

"What you have, I have; what I have, you have; the other side of my wisdom is you, the other side of your affection is me..." Miss Mingyue murmured, tears welling up in her eyes. "Husband, you completely believe in me. No one who cultivates the Dao and refines their essence would dare to think of such a method, because cultivation is for personal gain. If one person has selfish motives, the other will be used as a furnace, and the essence refined from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be completely stolen. That person's cultivation will be wasted, and they may even perish completely!"

"Come on," Benfeng said, assuming a ready position for Mingyue to sit on him. "I just realized this. Guan Cang of the Blood Needle Sect wanted to take my soul, forcing me to become connected with the two dragon souls of Panmo within the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls. At that moment, I felt that Panmo's dragon soul was no longer hostile to me, but rather like an extension of my own soul, united against a common enemy!"

Hearing Benfeng's words, Mingyue suppressed her sadness, raised a palm with one hand, and with the other, pulled down Benfeng's pants, spread her jade-like legs, and sat on his lap. Slowly, she allowed her passionate spring to touch Benfeng's spiritual root. Upon

contact, Mingyue couldn't help but let out a soft "Oh." Their passions were connected; although they hadn't penetrated each other, the feeling was already incredibly wonderful. From now on, she wouldn't have to endure the unbearable pain of "surrounded but not penetrated, storing water and steaming yin"—the burning desire.

"My lord, if my demonic nature flares up, just tap my spiritual altar, and you will be safe." The Moonlit Maiden's hands formed lotus-like fingers, slowly pointing towards the Eight-Sided Tongue Stone.

Benfeng placed his left hand on the Moonlit Maiden's right index finger, calming his mind.

He wondered if he could withstand the condensed essence of the Thousand-Year-Old Serpent Demon King entering his body, hoping not to hinder the Moonlit Maiden's progress.

The magical fluctuations of the Eight-Sided Tongue Stone were exceptionally powerful!

The Moonlit Maiden very carefully extracted two strands of essence. One strand passed through the Moonlit Maiden's fingers into her meridians, while the other penetrated into Benfeng's body.

Benfeng felt as if he had been electrocuted! His whole body trembled. It was extremely cold, but Benfeng endured it. He nodded slightly, indicating that the Moonlit Maiden could continue.

The second strand, the third strand, and so on, until he had absorbed thirty-six strands. More than double the first time.

The Moonlit Maiden's entire body flushed crimson, her desire rising. Benfeng, extremely hot, tentatively allowed Mingyue to accept his spiritual root. Yet, his entire body felt as

if it had fallen into an ice palace, even colder than the chilling aura of the Purple Heaven Nine Bracelets. The yin energy of his demonic essence fluctuated violently; his meridians felt like cork, squeezed between colliding icebergs, on the verge of breaking.

Endure! Endure the unbearable pain.

Mingyue's upper body began to shake violently! Her lower body—the temperature surged! The alternating clashes of yang fire and yin cold would kill anyone with a weak will.

The difference between a demon's body and a human's was too great.

"Buddha, Mingyue, please don't turn into that giant, green snake like in those trendy movies, swallowing me whole! May all the Buddhas and gods of the ten directions protect me and Mingyue as we become one!" Benfeng chanted incessantly, enduring the excruciating pain of his body being torn apart.

"Blood Spider King, come out and scavenge for your bargains!" Feng Xiaolian sprang out of the void of the Underworld with a malicious intent. The Wuyi Purple Jade Silkworm on her back released a purple light, and a giant-bellied Yin Infant, only two inches long, jumped out from the purple light, spraying black and red spider silk that wrapped around Benfeng and Mingyue.

"Li Benfeng, you little brat, how about this big gift? You dare to mess with me! This is the good fruit I'm giving you!" Feng Xiaolian's appearance changed again, like an old woman herding sheep in the mountains.

"Let me give you another magic weapon to try!" Feng Xiaolian released the Blood Spider King's Black Fiend Poison Spider Web.

The intense ghostly poison aura was already nauseating even a hundred paces away from Benfeng. It seemed that Feng Xiaolian had done a lot of tricks to this magic weapon.

"Thank you!" Benfeng and Mingyue were of one mind and spoke in unison. One pointed with her left hand, and the other with her right hand. Two eerie green lights were released, and the spider silk wrapped around them immediately snapped.

The green light struck the black venomous spider web! The demonic energy absorbed by the two was having nowhere to vent, and Feng Xiaolian inadvertently helped them.

Feng Xiaolian cried out and fell to the ground. The black venomous spider web also drifted down.

"You, you dog-like demons, actually combined to harm me!" Feng Xiaolian raised her hand, creating a black seal that attached itself to the Blood Spider King's giant belly Yin Infant. "Gu Lingqiu, don't waste your title of Blood Spider King, blast out the souls of that dog-like demon!"

The Blood Spider King's giant belly Yin Infant spun up, approaching Benfeng and Mingyue.

"Shoot!" Benfeng and Mingyue joined their four hands together, forty waves of condensed green light piercing the Blood Spider King's giant belly Yin Infant. The Yin Infant bounced wildly, its giant belly split open, and spider silk tangled and intertwined with the condensed green light.

Suddenly, Feng Xiaolian sprang up from the ground, extending two black, ghostly claws to grab Benfeng.

"Guide!" Mingyue chanted a spell, and a white ribbon of water shot out, pulling Feng Xiaolian's two ghostly claws towards her.

"Husband, strike her spirit platform," Mingyue whispered in Benfeng's ear.

*Slap! Slap! Slap!* Benfeng struck Feng Xiaolian's spirit platform three times.

"You're bullying me! You're cheating! A thousand-year-old snake demon king, actually merging with a teenager for evil cultivation! Just wait, heavenly lightning will strike you down sooner or later!" Feng Xiaolian's evil ghostly thoughts were dispersed by Benfeng's yang energy; she lay on the ground, glaring fiercely with her ghostly eyes.

"For Madam Feng's and Sect Master Ying's sake, I won't kill you. Your cultivation level of reincarnated ghosts is far from sufficient." Miss Mingyue sneered. "I'm warning you, if you don't control the Blood Spider King's Yin Infant properly, it will backfire. If you cause trouble again, I'll have my husband use the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls to capture the Blood Spider King's Yin Infant and refine it into a dragon soul."

"Agreed, what Miss Mingyue said is exactly what I wanted to say. I don't want to make things difficult for you, so leave quickly." Benfeng was afraid that Feng Xiaolian would see the specific situation of him and Miss Mingyue's union, so he reached out and used a long piece of cotton satin that Miss Mingyue was wearing to cover their lower bodies.

"I'm not in a hurry. It's fine here. I need to restore the Blood Spider King's Yin Infant's vitality here. Once it's repaired, I'll fight you!" Feng Xiaolian acted like a rascal.

"You're asking for it!" A sinister glint flashed in Mingyue's eyes. She flicked her wrists, unleashing two icy beams of light that blasted the Blood Spider King's Yin Infant out of the cave.

The Yin Infant shattered with a deafening roar!

"You! I'll fight you to the death!" Feng Xiaolian went berserk, transforming into a phantom and attacking Mingyue.

Chapter 70 Myriad Manifestations of Yin Pan

"You asked for it!" The demonic nature of the Bright Moon Maiden erupted, unleashing a swirling mist that swept up the black spiderwebs on the ground, trapping Feng Xiaolian and slinging her onto a sharp rock in the cave. Ultimately, her humanity had taken root, and the

Bright Moon Maiden didn't kill her. "Moon Wheel Demon King, let me tell you, you won't have a moment's peace tonight. Many others want your life; just you wait." Feng Xiaolian's ghostly form reappeared, dressed in tattered clothes, with rough, dark skin and several scars on her face.

Feng Xiaolian's third reincarnation was even worse than Ying Fuyan's second. Ben Feng, moved by compassion, said to the Bright Moon Maiden, "Spare her. Dawn is approaching; she'll probably be hiding in her lonely grave again."

The Bright Moon Maiden flicked a wave of water, retracting the black spiderwebs. Feng Xiaolian coldly snorted, released the Wuyi Purple Jade Silkworm, captured the severely injured Blood Spider Yin Infant, glared hatefully at Ben Feng, and flew away.

"Let's continue our practice!" Benfeng embraced Mingyue and slowly transferred the demonic energy he had absorbed into her body.

Their practice continued until dawn. Besides transferring demonic energy, Benfeng also had to endure the hardship of intimacy with Mingyue. The nature of demonic energy is the allure of yin and yang.

If it were the Moon Wheel Demon King of yesteryear, Benfeng would likely have been drained dry… Relying on his unobstructed meridians, Benfeng simultaneously absorbed and transferred energy, allowing Mingyue to accelerate the refining of the evil yin within her demonic soul. This would transform the evil yin into a true human infant. Reaching this stage, the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon, nourished by his condensed essence, could recover to the powerful Earth Immortal stage of a righteous Daoist sect within sixty years. Few Daoist cultivators within the Three Realms could rival him.

Despite repeatedly transferring yang essence into Mingyue's body, Benfeng's own yang essence wasn't significantly depleted. He hadn't yet experienced the legendary benefits of dual cultivation, but the changes in his own inner universe were quite astonishing.

The primordial spirit essence refined by Ben Fengxin, due to the body-shattering fluctuations of the demonic essence's yin and coldness, slowly rotated, nurturing the natal star lotus that had been born by chance. The lotus had already blossomed with three petals. The petals were pure white, like a lotus just emerging from the water, not fully open, yet already faintly sprouting more than a dozen golden threads.

These golden threads, like the long tentacles of a blackfish, curiously reached outwards; as the essence swirled, the golden threads shimmered with a sun-like luster.

The star lotus's intent connected with the bright points in the meridians, and the bright meridian of the Brahma Crown Star Wheel expanded, reaching the outer gate of the Spirit Crown Star Wheel. All meridians were open; more than three hundred bright points had appeared in the meridians throughout the body, with reflected bright points appearing in the star wheels of the meridians between the eyebrows, neck and throat, the center, the abdomen, and the bottom of the sole.

This should be a sign of the approaching Star Gathering Stage. Upon reaching the Star Gathering Stage, the seven major star wheels of the meridians will be connected, allowing for effortless control of Panmo's dragon soul, eliminating the need for the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls' power.

At that time, by acquiring all five of Panmo's dragon souls, one's combat strength will be astonishing.

The eerie light in Mingyue's eyes vanished, replaced by a dignified human glow. The Thousand-Year Snake Demon King's eyes now held a human light; he had taken a great risk to gain this human glow.

If the demon cultivators of the Three Mountains and Five Peaks knew of this technique for merging and refining demon essence, they would likely resort to any means to seize her.

If demons act this way, so can ghosts.

Thinking of this, Mingyue felt a surge of worry. "Husband, I'm afraid we'll never have a peaceful life again. I've become a burden to you."

"We've endured a thousand years, what's a few more ten years? You should know better than I do that cultivation is inherently difficult. As long as we remain focused, the path to heaven is right beneath our feet. Every step we take brings us closer." Benfeng sensed Mingyue's gentle nature and kissed her lips. "Should we take that Eight-Sided Tongue Stone to Tianlai Mountain and have Master Hua protect us?"

"I'm afraid it won't work. The Eight-Sided Tongue Viviparous Stone..." The Bright Moon Girl paused, then whispered to Benfeng, "To escape the pursuit of the Kunlun Golden Immortal, the Northern Underworld Ancestor threw his demonic soul into the Eight-Sided Tongue Viviparous Stone. Lord Wuyi sealed the viviparous opening with the Earthly Yin of the Underworld Path, thus restraining the Northern Underworld Ancestor's demonic soul. The Eight-Sided Tongue Viviparous Stone has eight demonic appearances and eight viviparous openings. I'm not entirely sure how many more restrained spirits are inside..."

The Bright Moon Girl showed Benfeng a closer look at the stone pot attached to the cave ceiling. The stone pot had two semi-circular lids on each side, each with a pinhole-sized hole. On the lids were two yin-yang fish patterns, one black and one white, with snake-shaped runes carved along their upper and lower edges. The black and white yin-yang fish could open and close automatically.

The stone pot was called the Myriad Manifestations Earthly Yin Plate. After Wuyi Jun of Wuyi Mountain sealed the demonic soul of the Northern Dark Ancestor at Rilu Mountain, he bestowed the Myriad Manifestations Earthly Yin Rock upon the Moon Wheel Serpent Demon, whose good intentions had manifested in human form. However, this magical treasure could only be placed in the Soul Separation Cave to suppress the evil demonic energy within the Eight-Sided Forked Tongue Stone.

"Even eighty-one tribulations cannot defeat the pilgrim." Benfeng meditated for half an hour, then opened his eyes with a smile.

He raised the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword in his right hand, pointing it at the small white hole on the Myriad Manifestations Earthly Yin Rock. His left hand pressed against the Laogong acupoint on Mingyue's right hand.

"Open the acupoints, draw out the demonic energy," Benfeng whispered to Mingyue.

Mingyue immediately understood Benfeng's intention, sending a wisp of her essence to the Laogong acupoint, then through Benfeng's meridians, and into the spiritual eye of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls within the sword.

The spiritual eye blinked, and the green serpent shadow flew into the small white hole on the Myriad Manifestations Earthly Yin Rock. A moment later, the snake shadow swirled, and three strands of demonic energy flew in, landing in the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls.

"It's done." Benfeng thought to himself, pushing the Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword upwards until it was almost touching the Myriad Manifestations Earthly Yin Rock. At such close range, over fifty strands of demonic energy merged into the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls in the blink of an eye.

In the time it takes to drink two cups of tea, the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls absorbed nearly three thousand strands of demonic energy—a terrifying capacity! From now on, with Benfeng's help, Miss Mingyue could absorb and refine the demonic energy from the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls anytime, anywhere.

"This is wonderful! I don't have to be confined here anymore; I can come back every ten days or so." Miss Mingyue was extremely happy, grabbing Benfeng's hand. "Come on, let's go home. I'll cook you something delicious." Miss Mingyue released a white ribbon of water to conceal the Myriad Manifestations Earthly Yin Rock.

The two walked outside the cave.

The sun was already high in the sky outside. Benfeng, seeing Caixiang and Yuanming eagerly waiting, waved to them. "If you'd like, come to Tianlai Mountain. My woman will cook some delicious dishes, and we can eat and drink together before engaging in a life-or-death sword fight."

Caixiang replied, "What I have isn't a sword, but a cauldron. Although my Thunder Magnetic Meridian-Severing Cauldron isn't as powerful as Senior Sister Cairui's Immortal Cloud Abyss Cauldron, it's still quite formidable. Be careful."

"Alright, I'll be careful." Benfeng and Mingyue walked hand in hand down the hillside.

"You little rascal, you're quite popular. It seems I, the Golden Saint Dharma King, have run out of options with you. Tell me, how do you intend to settle this after you severely injured my disciple? I've done everything I could, waiting for you since midnight." The Golden Saint Dharma King stood on a hilltop with Ling Wuxing, unhurried and composed, showing no signs of seeking revenge.

"Let's do it another day. I'll come to your old Mingxu Valley. You can either gang up on me or fight one-on-one, it's up to you. We'll fight for three days and three nights. If you get hungry, you'll have to feed me." Benfeng knew that the Golden Saint Dharma King had been in seclusion for too long and was taking this opportunity to relax.

Although the Golden Saint Dharma King wasn't a righteous cultivator, he acted with integrity.

"You said it yourself! Dou Chenzi is gritting his teeth and wants to tear you to pieces! However, I've already expelled him from the sect. Your life-and-death struggle is none of my business." The Golden Saint Dharma King laughed heartily.

"You're so insidious." Benfeng had already approached Caixiang and Yuanming, patting them on the shoulders. "Tell me, isn't the Golden Saint Dharma King being a scoundrel? Knowing that I, Li Benfeng, am rather difficult to deal with, he doesn't even dare to avenge his disciple."

Benfeng's words made many people laugh.

Benfeng glanced at the Daoist disciples from various sects standing on the hillside. None of them were there to cause him trouble, so he called out, "Everyone, if you have time, let's gather at Tianlai Mountain. If you are fortunate enough to achieve great success in your Daoist cultivation and can pass through the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea, you can come to Heavenly Lotus Peak to witness the splendor of the Kunlun Golden Immortals. See you at Tianlai Mountain!" Benfeng bowed repeatedly and walked towards the official road at the foot of the mountain.

Upon reaching the official road, Benfeng, Mingyue, and Madam Feng, Xiaobi, and Xiaomei, who were already waiting by a carriage, ate a simple meal before boarding the carriage and speeding along the main road.

Xiaobi quietly told Benfeng that Sect Leader Ying had already gone to Tianlai Mountain. She was afraid that people would see her injured face during the day.

Caixiang and Yuanming made a bet: neither of them was allowed to use any magic weapons; they would rely solely on their speed. Whoever reached Tianlai Mountain first would have to compete with Benfeng. The two, still childlike innocence, took off running.

Cairui and Caiyu followed behind them, laughing and chatting. The other female disciples of the Taoist sects also gathered in groups, following behind the two, chatting and laughing.

Tianlai Mountain had become a place of longing for everyone on the mountain.

Chapter 71 The Meeting of Three Winds

On the Sanyang Peak of Tianlai Mountain stood Liu Changfeng and Old Man Chunshan.

Liu Changfeng, who had come from Chang'an City, had been granted an official position personally bestowed by Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo—a fourth-rank official in the Imperial Observatory. The palace also gave him two large chests of silver to select a site on Tianlai Mountain to build Haotian Temple and Ciyou Temple. With Buddhism and Taoism coexisting, the two emperors of the Sui Dynasty had a plan to protect the dynasty.

Liu Changfeng understood Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo's intentions; they wanted him to make peace with him. Yang Jian used both kindness and force, giving Liu Changfeng a lucrative position, but sending Liu Changfeng's family to the vacant residence of Princess Changle—Dugu Jialuo also went to Zhongnan Mountain with Liu Changfeng, allowing him to meet Su Chuo.

Su Chuo didn't discuss the battle at Tianlai Mountain with Liu Changfeng, but instead showed him his newly built alchemy furnace. This furnace was specifically for prolonging the lives of Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo.

Every day, thousands of imperial guards sent rare herbs and medicinal plants from all over the country. Su Chuo had three hundred young Daoist disciples oversee the furnace day and night. After Yang Jian's sacrificial ceremony to Heaven, Su Chuo's two Cleansing Pills would be ready to be offered to the two emperors.

When Liu Changfeng descended Zhongnan Mountain, Su Chuo remarked: "The Sui Dynasty's fortune is long-lasting; the eight waters, nine symbols, and three talents of Heaven are without flaw; the Celestial Dynasty can prosper for three hundred years."

On the way to Tianlai Mountain, Liu Changfeng heard another prediction about the Sui Dynasty: "The Yang Dynasty will last at most fifteen years, at least ten; it will surely perish."

The speaker was named Yuan Shoucheng. He wasn't very old, only about thirty. Liu Changfeng asked him what his reliance was, and Yuan Shoucheng replied, "Only the Qianxiang Dragon Vein Nail I found in Luojia Mountain. I throw the nail in one day, and collect it in ten years."

On May 25th, ten years ago, Yuan Shoucheng left the Qianxiang Dragon Vein Nail in Zhongnan Mountain, and ten years later, he came to Huifeng Mountain to collect it.

Huifeng Mountain is more than fifty li away from Tianlai Mountain. There are no trees on the mountain, only three cloud-shaped white stones. The mountain is not very high, and from a distance, it looks like an ordinary stone hill.

Liu Changfeng told his father, Chunshan, about some things he had seen and heard in the capital, and then rode his horse to Huifeng Mountain. He wanted to witness what was so magical about the Qianxiang Dragon Vein Nail that Yuan Shoucheng had mentioned. Who would have such a fortuitous opportunity?

In the afternoon, as the sun was setting, Liu Changfeng arrived at the foot of Huifeng Mountain, dismounted, took the reins, and slowly climbed the mountain alone.

"Haha, a mountain is not famous for its height, but for its virtue. Brother Changfeng, I missed you so much." Liu Changfeng held an old-looking long iron nail in his hand and walked out from behind the white stone in the middle of the top of Huifeng Mountain with Yuan Shoucheng.

"Good morning, everyone. This is Li Chunfeng, your humble student." A scholar from the south, around seventeen or eighteen years old, strolled out from behind the white stone on the west side. He wore a blue embroidered pine-embroidered robe and a carefree square scarf on his head.

Yuan Shoucheng sized up Li Chunfeng, then looked at Benfeng and Liu Changfeng. "Wonderful! The convergence of the three winds truly signifies a shift in celestial phenomena and destiny, where gathering winds and clouds give rise to heavenly secrets... It seems that the old woman I, Yuan Shoucheng, encountered on Mount Luojia must be a celestial being who knows all the secrets of heaven."

Benfeng, Liu Changfeng, and Li Chunfeng laughed heartily, watching the twilight glow of the setting sun in the west.

"Alright, everyone, Yuan Shoucheng has completed the task of throwing and collecting the nails as instructed by the celestial being. If my prediction is correct, let's meet in Chang'an in ten years." Yuan Shoucheng cupped his hands in greeting, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and with his hands behind his back, he descended the mountain.

"We'll meet again in Chang'an in ten years," Benfeng, Liu Changfeng, and Li Chunfeng said, bowing to Yuan Shoucheng in farewell.

Benfeng scrutinized the legendary Li Chunfeng—no longer a legend, but a real, living person—Li Chunfeng, whose birth year was unclear even to later generations in historical records. This diviner, who could foresee five hundred years into the future, had met Benfeng on the obscure Huifeng Mountain. Was there a preordained destiny for him to dig the grave of the Sui Dynasty?

"Finally, I've had the pleasure of witnessing your brilliance," Li Chunfeng said happily. "I couldn't meet you in the Pure Land Mountain; I've been preoccupied with worldly affairs, and only now have I had the leisure to come."

"Brother Chunfeng, using the gentle breeze of this mountain, what do you think of the fate of the Yang Dynasty?" Liu Changfeng was eager to hear Li Chunfeng's opinion.

"In fifteen years at most, ten years at least, the Yang Dynasty will surely perish," Li Chunfeng said, echoing Yuan Shoucheng's prediction.

"Brother Benfeng, do you have any other ideas?" Li Chunfeng, being young at heart, was eager to have a long and fruitful discussion over wine, to see if great minds think alike. In terms of appearance, Benfeng looked the youngest. Li Chunfeng, Benfeng, and Liu Changfeng hit it off immediately and became like old friends, addressing each other as brothers.

"I won't bother with the test. You two have already committed a capital offense by revealing the secrets of heaven," Benfeng laughed. "Why don't we go to Tianlai Mountain together? In my newly built humble abode, we can drink tea and discuss the ways of heaven and destiny." "

Brother Benfeng has long regarded the Sui Dynasty as a thing of the past. These days, all I hear in Chang'an is news of you—the willow catkins fall, the plum blossoms bloom, and people boldly sing it in the streets and alleys. If it weren't for my family, I would have come long ago." Liu Changfeng took out a piece of silk three zhang long and two zhang wide from his bosom. "This is a hand-drawn map of the mountains and rivers I've traveled through. I've put a lot of thought into ensuring that no officials or soldiers are stationed within a hundred li of Tianlai Mountain."

Liu Changfeng flicked his finger and spread the silk in the air. The map he drew was not made with ordinary ink and brush, but with the powder from several luminous pearls dissolved in the incantation of the Seven Treasures Golden True Treasure Bright Cave Scripture. Even at night, the mountain ranges and watercourses were clearly visible.

"Without planning for a region, one cannot plan for the world; without planning for the world, one cannot fulfill the Way of Heaven." Liu Changfeng gazed at Tianlai Mountain and expressed his thoughts.

Li Chunfeng said, "Without planning for the world, one cannot fulfill the Way of Heaven... Chunfeng, you frog in a well, have finally seen the light today—in pursuit of Yuan Shoucheng's Qianxiang Dragon Vein Nail, you bowed to his door three times but failed to gain entry. Today, you were able to meet the two of you at Huifeng Mountain because at the foot of Shu Mountain, you encountered my dear friend Yuan Zhengxi. He used the Five Star Array Plate to determine that the final location of the Qianxiang Dragon Vein Nail was Huifeng Mountain."

"It's good that this kid has gone up Mount Shu. It seems he's made great progress. I can't let him surpass me." Benfeng looked at the map of mountains and rivers displayed in the air and sighed, "Emperors all like to unify the country and subdue all sides. Who knows that the country obtained through bloody slaughter is not even half of the land? In the mountains and rivers of the world, there are countless high-ranking Buddhas and true Taoists who regard the mortal world as nothing. In their eyes, the emperor and the land are nothing more than a withered leaf drifting in the wind."

Benfeng saw Chunfeng examining the Qianxiang Dragon Vein Nail in his hand, so he stretched out his hand and spread out the treasure that he had picked up by the roadside and that had emitted a seven-colored light. "I have this thing but I don't know its use. If Brother Chunfeng likes it, you can take it. When I first got it, it felt like the first time I held the Five Star Array Plate. These two things may have something in common."

It was as if fate had arranged it. While traveling in the carriage with Madam Feng, Mingyue, Xiaobi, and Xiaomei, Benfeng inadvertently spotted the Qianxiang Dragon Vein Nail lying in the grass by the dirt road at the foot of Huifeng Mountain. As he picked it up, Yuan Shoucheng, who had been waiting there, muttered three times, "A ten-year bond."

"A gentleman doesn't take what others cherish; how can this be allowed?" Li Chunfeng glanced at the Qianxiang Dragon Vein Nail and waved his hand repeatedly at Benfeng.

"Haha, you'll have to go find that kid Zhengxi. If he sees it, he'll definitely snatch it. The Five Star Array Plate originally belonged to Brother Changfeng, but Zhengxi just took it for himself without a second thought. Brother Chunfeng, you can use this Dragon Vein Nail to seduce him. Once I've settled down in Tianlai Mountain, I'll also travel around and try to figure out the mystery of 'Half of the Country' engraved on the Five Star Array Plate." Benfeng

pressed the Qianxiang Dragon Vein Nail into Li Chunfeng's hand. "We hit it off immediately, please accept this. Come on, let's go back to my newly built home, and I'll show you some hospitality." They hit it off immediately,

feeling like they'd known each other for a long time. Li Chunfeng felt a sense of kinship with Benfeng because of his easygoing nature and his unpretentious attitude.
Chapter 72: Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [Part 1]

When the three of them arrived at the foot of the mountain, Benfeng summoned Madam Feng, Mingyue, Xiaobi, and Xiaomei.

After exchanging pleasantries, Liu Changfeng and Li Chunfeng released their flying talismans and headed to Tianlai Mountain. The two intended to allow Benfeng to continue his harmonious marital life.

"Husband, we should hurry; Miss Ying Fuzhen must be getting impatient," Madam Feng said, intentionally mentioning Ying Fuzhen to Benfeng, though she secretly wanted to know about Feng Xiaolian. Madam Feng's leniency towards Feng

Xiaolian, who was no longer considered a sister, stemmed from her desire for the sisters to unite in their plot to destroy the Yang family and appease the wronged souls of those who died unjustly at Feng Family Fortress.

Now, they needed to add Benfeng to their ranks, so that he could join them in their husband's cause.

Mingyue, knowing Madam Feng's thoughts, said somewhat apologetically, "Last night in the cave, I was a bit too rough with Feng Xiaolian. Sister Chulian, please don't take offense. If I had let her be, my husband might have been seriously injured."

Madam Feng replied to Mingyue, "It's nothing. Xiaolian has suffered too much. In her third reincarnation, she became a shepherdess on Mount Rilu, and her temperament has become increasingly unruly. Let's not talk about her anymore."

"Alright, let's go home hand in hand." Benfeng took Madam Feng's hand with one hand and Mingyue's with the other, and they sat in the carriage. "Just now on the mountain, I heard Brother Changfeng talk about Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo

. The two saints want to cease hostilities and may come to Mount Tianlai to offer sacrifices to Heaven. Let's also take a good rest and recuperate, and make our home on the mountain feel more like a home." Xiaomei and Xiaobi took turns driving. The carriage traveled at a leisurely pace towards Mount Tianlai.

Along the way, many Taoist practitioners on the road pointed and whispered about the carriage. Several sixteen or seventeen-year-old female disciples, seeing Benfeng's blissful posture with women on either side, whispered insults, calling him a philanderer.

"Me, a philanderer? Madam Feng and I are both respectable people. Miss Mingyue has a rather bad temper. If you spread rumors and slander us, the consequences for our happy married life will be severe." Benfeng secretly rejoiced, not speaking aloud.

However, one of the female disciples, clearly possessing the ability to read minds, knew Benfeng's thoughts. "Li Benfeng, do you dare say we're spreading rumors and slandering him? Do you want to be enemies with the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance? Will the consequences of calling you a little philanderer be severe?"

"Hmph, you utter little rascal, shameless! Senior Sister Daixiang, did this little rascal really say we're spreading rumors and slandering him? He has such a big face, daring us to slander him!" The female disciple who spoke had two topknots, a round face, still childish, and looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. However, the long flying sword slung over her shoulder was not to be underestimated.

Benfeng, listening to the little girl's words, was about to examine the flying sword on her back when an aged voice in the air said, "Don't waste any more time. Ying Fuzhen refuses to admit colluding with the demons and has already broken the Eight Paths Alliance agreement. You all hurry to find Li Benfeng and that snake demon in human form. My senior brother and I will head to Tianlai Mountain now."

"Uncle and Master are really something, they haven't even left Wuyi Mountain yet! That little rascal Li Benfeng is right in front of us! Senior sister, let's capture that little rascal now!" The little girl ignored Benfeng and reached out to take out a silk net magic weapon.

"Junior sister Pingshuang, don't be rash. Master has given orders that Sect Leader Ying must sever ties with Li Benfeng. We'll keep to ourselves and each follow our own path." A slightly older female disciple next to Daixiang glanced at Benfeng, who had deliberately lifted the carriage curtain to peek out, without anger or joy. Her words carried a serene tone.

"Yes, Senior Sister Yunxiao." Ping Shuang, with her hair tied in two topknots, responded, then wrinkled her nose at Ben Feng. "You got off easy."

"Who's trying to capture my husband? Who are the members of the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance? Does anyone recognize this?" Mingyue leaned lightly against Ben Feng, her jade hand reaching out from behind the curtain.

In her hand was a crescent-shaped double-sided golden mirror.

"The Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror!" Yunxiao exclaimed. Upon seeing this object, Yunxiao's heart surged with excitement. She looked at Yuchi Mingyue with considerable astonishment, "Could it be that you really are the Moon Serpent Demon who fought against our late master?"

"So what if I am, so what if I'm not? My husband said I have a bad temper. Do you, the descendants of Lord Wuyi, still stand before us when you see this Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror?" Mingyue sighed, "I'm too lazy to waste words with you. It seems your Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance is truly declining with each generation—don't let me see you in Tianlai Mountain!"

Mingyue released a white ribbon of water, her fingers curling as she silently chanted an incantation. The carriage lifted off the ground and landed on the white ribbon. The white ribbon, like a cloud in the sky, carried the carriage to Tianlai Mountain in a few breaths.

The night was thick, and figures were faintly visible on the mountain path. On Shenwu Peak, Luo Gui, Hua Yu, Hua Wei, and other Kunlun disciples watched Benfeng standing on the white ribbon of water.

Hua Wei, somewhat impatient, tugged at Hua Yu's arm and said, "Senior Sister, why don't we go back and make some talismans and see what he's up to? He's not even as handsome as Senior Brother Luo Gui."

"My husband is a unique and rare beauty in this world." Mingyue harbored resentment towards Kunlun, and her words were blunt. "If you lot don't improve, and if you're still at the Earth Immortal realm in ten years, then you'll all be waiting to be reborn! You—if it weren't for my husband at the Zhexing Pavilion in Yingshui Continent, you—humph!" Mingyue glanced at Hua Wei. "You said you'd kill my husband in ten years, then the first person I'll kill in ten years is you!" Mingyue coldly snorted several more times.

She put away the white ribbon of water and lowered the carriage to the eastern slope of Sanyang Peak, in front of the three houses that Old Man Chunshan had just built.

Madam Feng, Xiao Bi, and Xiao Mei covered their mouths and laughed as they listened to Yu Chi Mingyue's words—such fierce protection of her husband, if not for her still-possessed demonic nature, she would never have been so outspoken.

The disciples of the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance also arrived. They formed the Wuyi Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Sword Formation outside the Hidden Immortal Temple east of Tianyang Peak.

"Husband, quickly go see Sect Leader Ying! She broke the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance rules because of you!" Madam Feng saw Tianyin beckoning to Benfeng, and vaguely saw Sect Leader Ying standing behind Tianyin under a lush silver-leaved tree.

With Madam Feng around, there's unlikely to be any jealousy or rivalry in the household. Benfeng remembered that he still owed Madam Feng a night of passionate lovemaking at the foot of the steep cliff at Rilu Mountain—Madam Feng had endured a day and a night of hardship for Feng Xiaolian, and it was fortunate that she was still worried about Ying Fuzhen.

Benfeng rushed to Tianyin's side and also saw Ying Fuzhen, her face veiled.

"Senior brother, you must take good care of Sister Ying Fuzhen's injuries. Senior Sister Tianqin has gathered more than ten kinds of medicinal herbs. Look," Tianyin ran to the silver leaf tree and picked up a medicine basket, "They're all here. I'll go with Senior Sister Tianqin to gather more in a little while."

Benfeng hurriedly said, "No need. I still have enough of the medicinal powder I prepared."

Perhaps the thing women fear most is disfigurement. Even a small bump on a beautiful face is embarrassing, let alone a long, frightening wound like Ying Fuzhen's—even Senior Sister Tianqin was tempted to go up the mountain to gather herbs for her. Benfeng was worried about Senior Sister Tianqin's newly reconnected heart meridian; the mountain was full of steep cliffs, and there couldn't be any more mishaps.

"Don't worry too much, she'll definitely be healed!" Benfeng took out medicinal powder from his magic robe, preparing to apply medicine to Ying Fuzhen.

"Ying Fuzhen, think it over carefully. For a man whose morality is hard to discern, are you really going to abandon yourself from the Eight Paths Alliance? If you insist on going your own way, my Chixiao Sect will take back the Qingque Sword!" A middle-aged Taoist with an ancient and simple appearance stood on Flying Dragon Peak, a dragon-swimming Chixiao flying sword hovering above his head.

"Qi Zhenyue, don't try to blackmail me with the Eight Alliances. I, Ying Fuzhen, act according to my conscience. Once I've made a decision, I won't go back on it. You'd better not pretend to be a good person with a sanctimonious facade. You know what you've done. I don't want to waste my breath on you!" Ying Fuzhen didn't even raise her head when she spoke. She seemed to be trying her best to suppress her anger.

Benfeng saw this and turned to Qi Zhenyue, "I don't care what kind of Eight Alliances or Nine Alliances you are. Now, Sect Leader Ying is my patient. If any of you try to stir up trouble in Tianlai Mountain under the guise of justice or some nonsense about eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path, I, Li Benfeng, will not allow it a thousand times over!"

"Who dares to disregard Lord Wuyi's Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror!" Mingyue flicked her finger, and the Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror flew to the top of Sanyang Peak. The

Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror shone with golden light, like the sun shining in the sky!

Chapter 73 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respecting the Husband's Authority [II]

The Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror revealed Lord Wuyi's Yin and Yang dual images. The yang image is a golden star radiating seven halos, while the yin image closely resembles the innocent state of Ying Fuzhen—a legend among Daoist cultivators in the Lingnan region that the Wuyi Lord, who transformed into a golden immortal on the Jade Maiden Peak of Wuyi eight hundred years ago, will re-enter the mortal world eight hundred years later. The seven great leaders of the Wuyi Eight Dao Alliance—Qinghong, Qingming, Qingni, Zidian, Zilei, Chixiao, and Chiyin—though having cultivated for three hundred years, have always revered the Qingque Sect as their leader—the Qingque Sword wielded by the Qingque Sect Master, Ying Fuzhen, is said to be a relic left behind by the Wuyi Lord. Moreover, the Qingque Sect differs greatly from the other seven Daoist sects in that it only has Ying Fuzhen, a sect leader, and no disciples. Many within the Wuyi Daoist sect have harbored doubts for years, yet have been unable to unravel the mystery.

Yuchi Mingyue has revealed this heavenly secret.

"Greetings to the Wuyi Ancestor!" The disciples of the Wuyi Daoist sect all knelt down.

"What are you doing? How can you believe something based on just a mirror!" Ying Fuzhen stamped her foot in annoyance.

"This disciple is foolish, causing my disciples to offend our late master. Please punish me!" At the foot of Sanyang Peak, more than twenty figures floated in and landed five hundred paces in front of Ying Fuzhen, all kneeling on the ground. Among them were the seven sect leaders and the sect's guardian elders.

"Sect leaders, please don't stand on ceremony like this. I, Ying Fuzhen, am unworthy of it. Please rise, and tell your disciples to rise as well. If you listen to me, take your disciples back to Wuyi Mountain to cultivate. It would be best if you sent your disciples down the mountain to cultivate and gain experience in ten years." Ying Fuzhen's heart was in turmoil. She knew very well how she could be the Golden Immortal of the Wuyi Ancestor. She had encountered Li Benfeng, whose cultivation was still shallow, and was provoked by his strange words, causing her to lose her Dao realm. It was shameful to say that she was a Golden Immortal.

Upon hearing Ying Fuzhen's words, the seven sect leaders replied in unison, "We respectfully obey our ancestor's command and order our disciples to return to the mountain!"

With a few clear shouts of "Return to the mountain!", the disciples of the seven major sects of Wuyi were gone in an instant.

"Finally gone," Ying Fuzhen breathed a sigh of relief. Her tension stemmed not only from being called the Wuyi True Lord of eight hundred years ago, but also from the injury on her face—she didn't want anyone to see her current appearance.

"You can heal now. Come, remove your veil." Benfeng innocently approached Ying Fuzhen.

"Give me the medicine powder, I'll heal myself," Ying Fuzhen retreated into the dense foliage of the silver-leaf tree, only extending her hand.

“Ying Fuzhen, this isn’t good. As a good doctor, I must see things through to the end. You must know that the veins on my face cannot be treated carelessly. Even the slightest flaw will affect…”

Before Benfeng could finish, Ying Fuzhen interrupted, “Will my face be scarred in the future?”

“Yes!”

“Ah? What should I do?”

“Listen to the doctor.”

Ying Fuzhen peeked out from behind the branches and leaves, about to reach out and remove her veil, but then put her hand down. “How about this, you…you go to Qingque Manor to treat the wound on my face…that way, no one will see my face, is that…okay?”

“Then that’s fine.” Benfeng hadn’t expected treating Ying Fuzhen’s wound to involve so many procedures.

“Then I’ll go first. I…will wait for you at Qingque Manor…to treat my wound.” As Ying Fuzhen flew up, another thick black veil covered her face.

Standing atop Shenwu Peak, Hua Wei looked at Ying Fuzhen floating in the air and dismissively said to Hua Yu, who was watching intently, "What Wuyi Zhenjun? Look at her! She only knows how to seduce evil spirits like Li Benfeng. Listen to that voice... no one will see... Is that... okay... seductive and coquettish?"

"Junior sister, you've become angry again. Since coming to Tianlai Mountain, your progress has been much slower. I see your Bijin Liuguang Shenjing Jue still hasn't broken through to the sixth level. Junior sister's anger is too strong," Hua Yu gently advised Hua Wei.

"I get angry as soon as I see Li Benfeng and his unclean, demonic woman. If it weren't for Master's strict orders, I would have stormed the Tianlian Sword Sea and killed that brat!" Hua Wei, enraged, swung the Bijin Lihe Sword wildly like a beginner swordsman.

Benfeng circled around his "home." He first greeted Old Man Chunshan, Liu Changfeng, and Li Chunfeng, then chatted with Princesses Chen Zhen and Chen Wan for a while. He glanced at Senior Sister Tianqin, who was standing in the north pavilion of the Incense Sandalwood House gazing at the sky, and instructed Junior Sister Tianyin, who was standing outside, to remember to brew medicine for Senior Sister Tianqin. Then he went to the newest house, whispered a few sweet nothings to Madam Feng and Miss Mingyue, and left the house, releasing a flying cloud talisman towards the Qingque Manor. Right now, he needed to heal Ying Fuzhen's facial injuries first.

Upon passing Shenwu Peak and hearing Hua Wei's words, Li Benfeng cupped his hands and declared, "Little sister Hua Wei, your Kunlun forces have tried to kill me openly and secretly many times. Unfortunately, some people always fall just short, their schemes just a hair's breadth away from being flawless. So, I, Li Benfeng, have survived by the skin of my teeth and am still alive and well. Who knows, maybe ten years from now, little sister Hua Wei will personally wield her sword to cut off my head."

"Li Benfeng, you're not allowed to call me little sister Hua Wei! If you call me that again… I…" Hua Wei couldn't curse; the only things she could say were things like "demon," "evil spirit," and so on.

"Miss Hua Wei, Li Benfeng is going to Sister Mei's Qingque Manor in Wuyi to treat my injuries. If you ever get injured, remember, I'm a doctor, a super doctor who can cure any ailment. I guarantee a cure!" Li Benfeng chuckled, then, riding a flying cloud talisman, flew to Qingque Manor.

"Shameless! Going to a shameless woman's room in the middle of the night, you must be doing something shameful." Benfeng still heard Hua Wei's angry words echoing in his ears.

...

Ying Fuzhen opened the window and frowned at Benfeng, saying, "Don't talk anymore. The Daoist sect members in Hedong heard you. Why provoke that ignorant little girl from Kunlun?"

"I get angry just seeing Kunlun people. If I don't tease that sharp-tongued Hua Wei, I'll get suffocated, my internal energy will be disrupted. Hehe, I, Li Benfeng, can have a bad temper sometimes." Benfeng put away the Flying Cloud Talisman and landed in the Qingque Manor.

Ying Fuzhen came out of her room, carrying two wooden stools.

"You're such a pain in the neck! Qianmen Town, not only are you annoying, but you and Tianxiang ganged up on me!" Ying Fuzhen smiled for the first time since his injury.

"Ancestor Wuyi, how could I dare to bully you? Tianxiang, Zhengxi, Dazhi, and I were truly on the verge of death. If we didn't fight, we would all die." Now, thinking back on that life-or-death battle in Qianmen Town, when he clashed swords with Ying Fuzhen, Benfeng seemed to feel a touch of pity for the tragic fate of "a scholar throwing down his books to face an autumn branch."

"Honestly, you always bring up the most awkward things. Don't mention the name 'Ancestor Wuyi' again. Hurry up and heal your wounds. It's getting late, and you need to get back to Tianlai Mountain." Ying Fuzhen pointed to the wooden stool on the ground, gesturing for Benfeng to sit down.

Benfeng exclaimed, "It's so late. After treating Master Ying's injuries, I'll just stay at Qingque Manor for the night. It's such a big place, there are plenty of rooms and beds."

"A lone man and a lone woman, how can you stay together?" Ying Fuzhen frowned. "Or... why don't you go stay at the Wang family mansion? There are men and women there, it'll be easier to avoid suspicion."

"I... I just want to sleep, why do I need to avoid suspicion?" Benfeng had no other intentions, he just genuinely wanted to find a place to sleep.

"You were at Rilu Mountain, in front of my sister, passionately... doing that with Miss Mingyue, you... do you think I didn't see it?" Ying Fuzhen couldn't continue, she cupped her face in her hands, "Oh dear, you came here to treat your injuries, you were just talking."

Benfeng thought to himself: If I had healed your injuries earlier, I wouldn't have had the chance to flirt with you, and you would have flown away.

Chapter 74 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [Part 3]

Ying Fuzhen's wounds were almost healed—healing so quickly—perhaps Ying Fuzhen really was the body of a Wuyi Golden Immortal, but like Miss Mingyue, she needed to be stimulated to reveal her true Golden Immortal nature.

Using a thin tube made of Heavenly Sound, Benfeng blew the medicinal powder into Ying Fuzhen's wounds, and then sent in a few strands of essence yang. Ying Fuzhen's delicate, jade-like skin—soft and fluffy, with broken hairs showing—

was still so tender and beautiful, even when injured.

"Are you ready?" Ying Fuzhen asked, glancing gently at Benfeng. "Stop staring like an idiot. Go back to Madam Feng's Wang family mansion to sleep... Madam Feng seems to have already returned home."

Benfeng thought to himself: Is this some kind of domestic courtesy? Why don't you ask me? You're supposed to respect your husband's authority, but right now, I want to stay at Qingque Manor, look at the moon in the sky, drink some wine, and ask the heavens if the innocent Master Ying can sleep with me?

"Go ahead, I don't have any wine here. Madam Feng has plenty, and there are maids to serve her. I'm closing the door now." Ying Fuzhen turned around, walked to the door, and closed the wooden door. Benfeng

heard the sound of the door being bolted.

Go to Madam Feng's place.

The Wang family mansion was already familiar to Benfeng. He rode from Qingque Manor to the Wang family mansion, sneaked to Madam Feng's boudoir, and gently knocked on the door a few times. After waiting for a while, there was no response from inside.

Madam Feng hadn't returned—Ben Feng suddenly realized that Ying Fuzhen had deliberately tested him earlier. How could he be so stupid? He immediately flew out of the Wang family mansion and hurried towards Qingque Manor.

However, as he walked, he noticed many peach trees on both sides of the road, densely packed, budding and blooming slowly, tree after tree. It seemed there weren't so many peach trees on this road before; perhaps… he hadn't noticed them during the day.

Ben Feng admired the increasingly flourishing peach trees, unknowingly walking about ten miles, but he wasn't on the road to Qingque Manor anymore.

After four or five rows of peach trees, a courtyard comparable to Qingque Manor appeared. The courtyard had no walls, only red and green houses. In front of him, between three mahogany houses, there was a pavilion and three waterside pavilions.

Several giggles reached his ears, and Ben Feng looked in the direction of the laughter, his heart suddenly trembling: How come there's another Madam Feng? Even though he knew it wasn't Madam Feng, Madam Feng's image immediately flashed in his mind.

Beside the lady were two clever little maids, certainly not Xiao Bi and Xiao Mei.

An illusion, or a romantic encounter?

"May I ask if your surname is Li and your given name is Benfeng?" the lady spoke, her voice gentle and soothing, like sweet dew nourishing Benfeng. Her bright eyes gazed at Benfeng with dewy eyes. She wore a pale

yellow thin shirt, her chest prominent, a jade belt lightly cinching her waist, highlighting her slender figure. This lady seemed a few years younger than Madam Feng, with a more alluring charm in her eyes.

Benfeng was stunned by the lady's words before replying, "It is indeed I. I accidentally took the wrong path and unexpectedly encountered you, Madam. May I ask your honorable surname?" "

My name is Feng Relian. I have just returned from seeking refuge in Lingnan. I… I was married to the wrong person and have been divorced…" As soon as she spoke, tears welled in her eyes.

Benfeng felt a pang of sympathy and immediately asked, "May I ask, Madam, what is your relationship with Lady Chu Lian of the Wang family mansion?"

"She is my elder sister. Years ago, I disobeyed her advice and was ashamed to return to her residence, causing her worry… Alas, how many men in this world are as understanding as you, sir? Your sister is truly blessed." Lady Chu Lian sighed. "I can only drown my sorrows in wine."

Benfeng was speechless, unsure whether to advance or retreat. He stood among the peach trees, gazing longingly at Lady Chu Lian, her face streaked with tears.

"Sir… would you share a cup of wine with me to dispel my sorrows?" Lady Chu Lian's expression was one of unspoken suffering, a thousand kinds of emotions she could not confide in. She resembled Lady Feng, who, yearning for a man to whom she could entrust her feelings, endured loneliness in her empty chambers, her burning desire finding solace in painting erotic pictures.

"Madam Relian, don't grieve too much. In the future, I will speak with Madam Chulian about your current situation. It would be better for you two sisters to live together... Drowning your sorrows in wine only makes them worse..." Benfeng's heart was racing; he wanted Madam Relian to be like Madam Feng, watching Chunhua's passionate lovemaking in her boudoir, but his words were a polite refusal.

"Young master, are you really going to refuse me...? I can't even find anyone to confide in..." His words were already quite blatant.

"Young master, please come to my room for a while." Madam Relian glanced at Benfeng with a flirtatious look, saying she was going to change her clothes.

Changing clothes was just another form of seduction—after Benfeng was led into the room by two maids and sat down, Madam Relian, behind a screen, gently loosened her robes with the tinkling of her jade pendants.

The sound made Benfeng's heart pound like a deer's, and he struggled to suppress the throbbing in his body. He was still thinking that he should arrange for Lady Relian and Lady Feng to meet as soon as possible to resolve the misunderstanding between the sisters.

Lady Relian, having changed her clothes, swept towards Benfeng like a fragrant breeze.

Lady Relian's skin was exceptionally beautiful, truly rivaling the jade-like skin of Lady Feng's sister, Feng Xiaolian, lying prostrate on the table. Her skin was like jade, so delicate it seemed to drip with moisture; her eyes blazed like autumn fire, her body slender as a willow. Her attire was in the revealing style of the Northern Hu, making her breasts appear even more alluring. A light veil veiled her jade-like legs, and she wore a pair of colorful silk shoes that revealed her jade-like toes. Benfeng

, unable to contain his desire, felt a surge of masculine energy and longed to pull Lady Relian into his arms and ravage her.

Lady Relian smiled gently, her eyes sparkling with allure, and said, "Young master, as you know, I grew up in a music hall. I only know music, but I don't know how to please a man. If I have offended you in any way tonight, I hope you won't blame me..." As she spoke, she sighed softly, like a woman longing for love, "Alas, married to someone from Lingnan, all alone, surrounded by a bunch of sycophants, I have no choice in the matter. I just drift along aimlessly, barely getting by. I never imagined that my husband's divorce papers would turn me into a discarded wife."

As she spoke, Lady Relian took out a bamboo flute from her slender waist, opened her pretty lips, and played a tune called "Moon Reflected on the Mountain Pass."

The music was melodious and gentle, tinged with sorrow and resentment… Benfeng, though not well-versed in music, was enveloped by a certain oppressive emotion. He couldn't help but pick up a pair of chopsticks and lightly tap them against the mahogany table beside him,

swaying his head to the rhythm, lost in the ebb and flow of the music. When the piece ended, Benfeng, still lingering on the melody, closed his eyes, waiting for the music to begin again… Unexpectedly, Lady Relian lightly kissed his forehead, followed by, “Young master, I was just momentarily moved, thinking of my past. I hope I haven't spoiled your mood?”

Benfeng forced himself to remain calm, sighing with admiration, “Truly a woman of unparalleled talent and beauty—how could we mere mortals be worthy of her…” Benfeng spoke the truth. Seeing such a beautiful woman, of superior talent and looks, alone in Lingnan, becoming the concubine of some scoundrel… Thinking of Lady Relian's plight, Benfeng felt a deep resentment, like a beautiful flower stained by cow dung.

"Young master, come, have a drink." Lady Relian picked up a cup from the table, poured a cup of wine, and held it to Benfeng's lips, gently tilting the cup. "Drink this cup... this cup is a weak woman's drink of admiration for a true man..."

"Drink, you drink too, this wine is really intoxicating..." Benfeng drank three cups in a row, then reached out and put his hand on Lady Relian's back. Lady Relian took the opportunity to lean against Benfeng, her breath sweet as orchids, and said, "Young master, if you have time tomorrow, take me out for a stroll. If you like, I would love to sit in a carriage, drinking wine, and enjoying the scenery with you... Young master... my body is so weak... oh dear, I'm drunk..."

When Lady Relian mentioned the carriage, it reminded Benfeng of the spring scenery of riding in a carriage with Madam Feng and Miss Mingyue—Lady Relian really knew how to flirt. Benfeng chuckled, embraced Lady Relian, and placed her on a rattan chair beside him. "Madam, if you want to ride in a carriage, you'd better sit tight. Carriages sway and rattle on mountain roads. It's much better at home, where it's calm and peaceful, and you can drink more comfortably." "

Is riding in a carriage really better? I love riding in carriages. Please don't refuse me, young master... It would be best if tomorrow you could find a way to let me ride in a carriage to see how many buds, blossoms, and petals the peach trees on the mountain road have. I don't want to be cooped up in this cage-like house all by myself." Lady Relian looked at Benfeng with her alluring eyes, glancing at him again and again, her captivating gaze leaving him utterly defenseless.

Benfeng nodded, "Alright, alright, tomorrow, we'll freely ride in carriages to see the peach blossoms..."

Hearing Benfeng's half-drunk words, Lady Relian got up and poured two more cups of wine. She picked up one and held it to Benfeng's lips. Benfeng opened his mouth to wait, but Lady Relian laughed and put the cup to her own pretty lips, "Young master, do you want me to feed you?" After saying that, she took Benfeng's wrist with her other hand and gently stroked it.

Benfeng's blood surged, and his dragon throne rose abruptly.

Lady Relian was too womanly, too good at seducing men—there was no way around it, he was captivated by Lady Relian's alluring appearance, he had to take her...

Chapter 75 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [Part Four]

Lady Relian only skimmed the surface, and even gave a wink to her two maids, Xiaoju and Xiaocha, to snuggle up to Benfeng and urge him to drink. She herself stepped back, her eyes glancing at Benfeng's magical treasures. When she saw the dragon-shaped snake shadow sword, the lady's eyes lit up.

Xiao Ju and Xiao Cha, one on each side, crowded together, carrying a fruit platter and stuffing some sweets and pastries into Ben Feng's mouth. Xiao Ju went even further, taking a small sip of wine, holding it in her mouth, and then slowly spitting it into Ben Feng's mouth. The ladies of wealthy families always maintained a respectable image in public, but in private, they would have their maids engage in frivolous affairs.

Ben Feng had even thought that Madam Feng really did have a younger sister who had married into a wealthy family in Lingnan, and that this was indeed in the room of Madam Feng's sister before her marriage… It seemed that Madam Feng had mentioned that there was a villa in Taohuayu, on the west bank of the Yi River, about twenty li southwest of the Wang family mansion. Ben Feng naively thought that Madam Feng had deliberately arranged for him to enjoy this romantic encounter.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence—when faced with beauty, one shouldn't be suspicious, but rather open one's heart and indulge in lust without restraint.

Besides, even if such beauty had ulterior motives, it didn't matter; a man encountering a woman filled with resentment in her boudoir would find it inexcusable not to help her. Even if something unexpected happens, consider it a trial in the realm of lust.

The two young maids, Xiaoju and Xiaocha, seem to be getting quite skilled, their eyes alluring and their bodies voluptuous—if not for the comparison with Madam Lian, the two maids would be considered exceptionally beautiful.

Benfeng drank cup after cup, enjoying the feeling of drinking in a brothel.

Wine is a medium for lust. The more Benfeng drank, the more unrestrained he became, even pulling Xiaoju into his arms and playing a passionate game of feeding her wine, sip by sip… Xiaoju deliberately twisted and turned, pushing and refusing, but then spat the wine in her mouth to the smug Old Li.

Old Li, extremely pleased, then pulled Xiaocha into his arms, feeding her wine back and forth.

Xiaocha was even more mature than Xiaoju. A fair, tender body, a plump, round bottom. Touching her smooth skin, touching that crevice, even through a layer of clothing, the heat of spring made the lust within Benfeng burn even more fiercely. She lifted her hand, revealing she wasn't wearing any underpants, only a piece of cotton cloth covering her.

Her outer garment was pulled off, leaving only a silky undergarment. The little girl certainly knew how to dress. Smooth on top and soft on the bottom, the contrast between the two was incredibly alluring. Xiao Ju, watching from the side, observed his expression, laughing lewdly, and slipped away.

Ben Feng's trousers had already been partially pulled down by the two girls, revealing his true form; his belt was loose, but his manhood was still restrained, causing him great discomfort.

Xiao Cha, however, remained calm, grabbing Ben Feng's manhood through his trousers and skillfully kneading and touching it, causing Ben Feng's manhood to burn fiercely. His manhood was already erect, revealing its menacing appearance, exceptionally hard, and when Xiao Cha's smooth little hands pressed it down, it would rise again.

Xiao Cha moaned, her voice trembling with desire: "Master, your thing... it's so big..."

Ben Feng hummed, his drunkenness causing him to caress Xiao Cha's large breasts. "Yours are big too, and your master's are big too..."

Xiao Cha, with her large breasts and round buttocks, thoroughly enjoyed herself. She noticed that although this drunken man wasn't a seasoned lover, after only a few touches, her own breasts were already aroused, quickly becoming wet. Feeling

flushed and restless, Xiao Cha pulled down Ben Feng's pants, directly touching his enormous member. Flesh against flesh, Xiao Cha gasped, and Ben Feng's breathing grew heavier... Ben Feng thrust forward, thinking smugly, "If this continues, I won't be able to stop—this boudoir play is truly unexpected, perhaps—I could even have three partners in one night..."

Xiao Cha gazed at Ben Feng's large member, inwardly marveling: How can a man from the South have such a great figure... even drunk, he's still so frighteningly hard!

Xiao Cha, having followed "Madam Relian" through numerous trials in the boudoirs, was quite the veteran of love affairs, having seen many men's possessions. But today, she had encountered a rare and precious find… The more she looked, the more she loved it, wanting to play with it thoroughly. With a deft twist of her body and a sway of her wanton buttocks, she straddled Ben Feng, reaching out her delicate hands to repeatedly stroke, rub, pull, and spread… Seeing a drop of thick fluid emerge, she lowered her head and sucked it in with her wanton little mouth.

Ben Feng felt so comfortable he wanted to moan. Xiao Cha was kneeling, her upper body leaning forward, her buttocks raised high. That wasn't the most surprising part. What was truly astonishing was that Benfeng noticed her cotton quilt had been lifted, revealing her true appearance: a fair and tender bottom, a tight, hairy, mysterious place… Benfeng swallowed hard, reaching out with his lustful hands to caress and rub her bottom. Her bottom was round and incredibly elastic. Then, trying to touch the pubic hair, the woman's private parts were revealed. With each breath, the area expanded and contracted, and a few drops of her innermost fluid flowed out.

Benfeng pinched her fingers on that raised area, and Xiaocha moaned incessantly, "Young master… Master… don't touch it… I'm so scared… yours… is so big…"

Hearing this, Benfeng's interest grew even stronger. He reached out with his other hand, cupping her breasts with both hands and moving them back and forth. Xiaocha's moans grew louder. Suddenly, she lowered her head and took Benfeng's erection into her mouth, licking and stroking it endlessly...

Benfeng hadn't expected Xiaocha's skills in bed to be so impressive. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable. "So comfortable, so good, um... deeper..." he cried out, while vigorously kneading Xiaocha's breasts with his large hands.

Lady Relian, who had been watching from the sidelines, also got into the mood. Although it wasn't the first time she had her maidservants serve a man, she had never observed it so closely as an outsider. Moreover, she had never seen such a powerful male organ... a natural, frightening thing—men are truly different from men... It's so big. If a man were to misbehave, it would definitely hurt a lot... Lady Relian didn't seem like a seasoned veteran of such matters.

Seeing Xiaocha's alluring little mouth moving in and out, teasing that enormous thing, she couldn't help but shudder, her tingling sensation intensifying... She couldn't care less about judging whether the man on the bed was lewd or worthy of her devotion; instead , she eagerly wanted to see him pinning her down, manipulating her without restraint!

Sure enough, the man cried out, flipped over, and straddled Xiaocha, thrusting his intimidatingly large member towards her secret place, penetrating deeply.

Xiaocha cried out seductively, "Husband, young master... good, so strong!" Her hips were wide open, welcoming the man's storm.

Benfeng heard the slight swallowing sound of Lady Relian's Adam's apple bobbing—with such an off-screen scene, Benfeng, experienced and willing to flaunt his enormous endowment, mustered his mighty power, making Xiaocha moan incessantly, the peach blossom water of her secret place flowing joyfully.

No one had mentioned the issue of "enormous assets" to Benfeng. Madam Feng had been a celibate woman for many years, only experiencing intimacy once. Mingyue was a hybrid of human and demon, not a normal "woman." As for Feng Xiaolian, she was merely a "non-human" who had never tasted human pleasure. Only in this strange manor, with one lady and two maids, could three pairs of beautiful eyes truly appreciate Benfeng's innate "assets.

" Xiaocha, subjected to the storm-like, intense scrutiny of Benfeng's "rare find," was extremely pleased, responding passionately, her large breasts swaying back and forth, her buttocks bobbing incessantly, uttering incoherent cries of "My lord, my nemesis, my bad man."

Madam Lian suppressed the urge to moan, staring unblinkingly at the tightly pressed, alluring parts of her body. A surge of desire rose within her; she longed to rush forward and take Xiaocha's place in receiving the man's assault.

This man was truly a man!

In the past, the men this woman, who called herself "Lady Relian," encountered were mostly all show and no substance, with very limited time in bed. Sometimes, just as they entered the harbor and felt some desire, the man on top of them would give up, becoming a dead dog.

Benfeng, however, was different. He seemed to have inexhaustible energy, and his intimidating "big thing" was genuine, practically a woman's nemesis.

As Lady Relian watched with hungry longing, Benfeng changed positions with Xiaocha. Xiaocha panted seductively, arching her buttocks, as if deliberately letting Lady Relian see clearly, swaying his hard object along the curved line of her buttocks, sliding it once, as if it had eyes, accurately penetrating the peach blossom harbor.

Once inside, Benfeng excitedly slapped Xiaocha's buttocks, then suddenly thrust his hips, pumping vigorously inside her peach blossom harbor.

Xiao Cha was so overwhelmed with pleasure that her moans filled the room, uttering a string of crude words and incoherent, trembling cries!

Ben Feng was quite pleased with himself. He stole a glance at Lady Relian, who was clutching her breasts and trying to suppress the itching all over her body. He used his dragon claw hand to grab her breasts and then her buttocks. Xiao Cha responded with trembling excitement, enjoying wave after wave of madness she had never experienced before!

There was no limit to how wild it could get!

Lady Relian suppressed her moans and even scratched her tender pectoral muscles until they were covered in red marks... She was torn between her own conscience and her desire to maintain her "princess" dignity. She couldn't let a man tease her like this in front of a maid, making her cry out like a little darling.

Chapter 76 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [Part 5]

Enduring "extreme pain," Lady Relian listened to the maid Xiaocha's cries of ecstasy, watching the man repeatedly make the woman's body go limp. She could only lean against the wooden pillar by the bed and endure until dawn.

Benfeng, however, stretched out his legs, one hand still caressing Xiaocha's round breasts, snoring soundly.

Lady Relian heard the first rooster crow and quickly called Xiaoju, who was hiding to the side and somewhat dazed, and carried the ecstatic Xiaocha to the side room.

Lady Relian, her desires burning within her, plotted to tease this man with his impressive endowment. She went to the east wing to wash her damp body, changed into a nightgown, and pretended to lie down on the bed. This "Lady Relian," who claimed to be Lady Feng's younger sister, shared some similarities with Lady Feng in her desires. Despite being consumed by lust, she could still endure the torment, acting on Benfeng's bed, pretending to let the man "sleep" with her, creating the "fait accompli" of their one-night stand.

Her buttocks touched that hot, hard object, and she was somewhat surprised: bad men have bad things, was he pretending to be drunk or asleep? How could his thing still be so hard! She nudged Benfeng, who rolled over, muttering, "Sleep...sleep well..." In his dazed state, Benfeng placed his hand on Lady Relian's breasts and his leg on top of hers, yet he continued snoring.

...

The rooster crowed three times, but Benfeng remained soundly asleep. The wine was pleasant, the women's service was pleasant... No villains caused trouble when the ship was halfway into the harbor, and no enemies dared to take advantage of the moment of pleasure in the boudoir to fight to the death... In a hazy state, he felt a woman's hot body approach him. Benfeng felt a sense of relief, stretched out his arms and legs, and pressed down on the woman's soft body, having a passionate dream. Benfeng

didn't wake up until the sun was high in the sky, the hangover gone.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Lady Relian sleeping beside him, and something felt wrong: he had clearly been having an affair with Xiaocha, so how did he become Lady Relian at dawn?

Was it a double encounter in one night? It didn't seem like it...

"I'm going to kill you!" Lady Relian's voice was cold. She held a white bone that gleamed with an eerie light in her hand, pressed it against Benfeng's waist.

"What is the reason for this, Madam?" Benfeng seemed to sense the strangeness of the white bone that Lady Relian was holding. It was just strange, but there was no murderous intent.

"I am a sixth-level ghost immortal from Mount Luofu. You had a one-night stand with me, and I drained all your yang essence. If you want to live, you must kneel down and beg me." Lady Relian's body suddenly turned as cold as ice, her voice was extremely cold, and a ghostly light appeared in her eyes.

"Hehe...you're not a ghost immortal, you're human." Upon hearing Lady Relian's words, Benfeng felt a chill run down his spine. He checked his mind several times, but could not detect any magical fluctuations from Lady Relian that were different from ordinary people, so he could only pretend to be calm.

"Lies, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Lady Relian sneered, and her whole body glowed with a ghostly green light.

"I believe you, tell me your purpose." Benfeng had never seen a ghost immortal before, only ghosts like Feng Xiaolian. Ghosts cannot stand the light of day, but Lady Relian was not afraid of white light at all, her cultivation seemed to be quite profound.

"Be my ghost slave, come with me to the Turks, and help me kill someone." Lady Relian removed the white bone that had been pressed against Benfeng's waist, and the eerie green light emanating from her body vanished instantly. "Now, I'm going to restore some of your yang essence. Don't recite your Lotus Sutra incantation, or you'll die immediately."

Lady Relian closed her eyes, placed one palm on Benfeng's back, and raised her other hand to the sky, chanting some kind of incantation.

"Alright." Lady Relian pretended to restore Benfeng's yang essence, teasing him for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Benfeng didn't feel anything strange, but he didn't dare to be careless. He closed his eyes and focused his mind... It seemed that he didn't feel his yang essence being drained, nor could he feel its return.

"Cultivate with me for three years, and then you can go and kill people." Lady Relian looked at Benfeng, who was still unaware, and almost couldn't help but laugh.

Benfeng opened his eyes, unsuspecting, and said, "I don't kill people without reason. Madam is already at the Ghost Immortal realm; she could easily deceive any man. Choosing me is a mistake. You should know that in the Hedong area, it would be difficult for you to cultivate peacefully with someone like me. This place isn't far from Madam Feng's residence. Although Madam Feng isn't a Daoist cultivator, the cultivation of her maid is no less than mine. Not to mention, Tianlai Mountain is a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers reside. If you are truly a Ghost Immortal, you should know about the bloody battle in Qianmen Town, and you should also know which sect I, Li Benfeng, belong to… If I don't submit to you, killing me now might be as easy as turning your hand. But you should consider the consequences." "

What would the consequences be?" Madam couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"The consequences would be severe. May I ask, Madam, how many years does it generally take to cultivate to the Ghost Immortal realm?" Benfeng was genuinely concerned for Madam Relian. Having already experienced life and death, even if Madam Relian truly harbored murderous intent, Benfeng wouldn't tremble with fear.

Life-and-death trials are commonplace in cultivation, though not a daily occurrence, they will undoubtedly be encountered countless times in the future. Advancements in cultivation, gained through countless arduous life-and-death trials, are cherished by every cultivator; no one wants to give up easily before achieving perfection. The cultivation of the Ghost Path is even more difficult than that of the Human Path. Feng Xiaolian once said that to cultivate to the sixth level of Ghost Immortal, one must undergo at least six reincarnations. The Ghost Immortal realm is a realm Feng Xiaolian dreams of reaching.

"Even if it's six hundred years, why are you worried about my cultivation? I never said I'd keep you by my side every day. During the day, when the yang energy is strong, I'll just leave you in the Blood Spider King's underground palace under Bo Ren's tomb, with Feng Xiaolian watching over you. She can also use you to practice her Ghost Yin Hand technique. I have at least three thousand ghosts, two thousand ghost demons, and one thousand ghost spirits under my command. Do you think I'm afraid of your orthodox Taoist sects? How many people in your orthodox Taoist sects are truly willing to help others? They're all selfish and self-serving."

"If you kill me, six hundred years of cultivation will be wasted, and you'll become a little ghost three lifetimes worse than Feng Xiaolian. Anyone can take their anger out on you!"

"I don't believe it. I'm just forcing you to kill someone, and you insist on making up all these excuses!" Madam Relian shoved Benfeng. "Get up and put on your clothes. You promised to find me a carriage to go see the peach blossoms. It's such a small thing, not like killing someone. You won't refuse, will you?"

"I haven't had enough sleep yet. This is the first time in my life I've slept with a woman all night... If only you weren't a ghost immortal, I could marry you, have you as a beautiful concubine, and live a carefree life on Tianlai Mountain, picking flowers and playing with grass. That's a life far beyond what a ghost immortal like you can imagine." Benfeng lazily raised his body and looked at the alluring Lady Relian. "The women who have shared intimate moments with me, Li Benfeng, are all truly devoted to me. This time, with Lady Relian, I got a little... lustful. I had a night of passion and fell into your trap. I don't even know when you drained my yang essence. From now on, I'll have to be more careful when I encounter women."

"Really? You regret it? My little husband, don't you want to experience the pleasures of spring in the carriage with me? That kind of feeling will definitely make you feel ecstatic, don't you want to?" Lady Relian placed a jade hand on Benfeng's leg. "You slept with someone's ghostly body, so sleeping with other women won't be as enjoyable. You've lost your yang essence, so you have to be devoted to her, otherwise she'll make you feel alive and well. Otherwise, I'll leave you half-dead, and see how you can enjoy yourself with your Madam Feng, your Senior Sister Tianqin, and that ghostly Feng Xiaolian."

Chapter 77 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [VI]

Benfeng agreed to find a carriage for Lady Relian. It seemed that if he didn't find a carriage, Lady Relian would throw a tantrum.

Would he die if he didn't ride in a carriage? Or did he owe the carriage driver something in his past life? Benfeng felt there was something separating him from this Lady Relian—like viewing flowers through mist, or gazing at the moon's reflection in water. If he had truly taken advantage of Lady Relian while drunk last night, there shouldn't be such a veil of mist between them.

If she really was Madam Feng's sister, things shouldn't be like this.

He scanned the mysterious manor again, but still found nothing unusual. The peach trees were peach trees, the houses were houses, the maids were maids—only Lady Relian's aura was somewhat hazy and mysterious.

Stepping outside the manor, Benfeng shaded his eyes with his hand and looked towards the main road.

The road ran north-south, and Benfeng, with his back to the south and facing north, saw a carriage slowly approaching in the distance. There were two people in the carriage, both holding whips.

As it drew closer, Benfeng recognized them: Madam Feng and Mingyue, both dressed in men's clothing.

Oh, so last night's romantic encounter was a gift from you. No wonder everything was alright.

"Husband!" Mingyue called out crisply, cracking her whip. The carriage sped up and pulled up to Benfeng. "Husband, Sister Chulian and I were so afraid you'd get lost. Did you have a good night?"

"Fine, fine. I got drunk and just slept in the manor." Benfeng laughed.

"Princess Yunye is so good to you. It's still early, why didn't you sleep a little longer?" Madam Feng finished speaking and smiled.

"What? Princess Yunye?" Benfeng was a little confused. Madam Chulian must be Madam Feng's sister.

"Husband, you slept with the princess and are still pretending to be confused." Mingyue jumped off the carriage and peered into the manor. "Was it because you were too intimate last night, and the princess is too tired and still dreaming?"

"It's not what you think. Well... I was a little confused last night. That lady in the manor, she said she's the lady's sister, so I, out of love for her, drank a few more cups. But it wasn't really like that. Anyway... it's not what you think. I... I can't quite explain it now."

"Alright, let's go home and talk about it. Princess Yunye's husband, King Menmaluo, is coming. That man is ruthless; he eats people alive." Madam Feng pulled Benfeng's hand. "Husband, let's go back to Langya City first."

"Why is it getting more and more mysterious?" Benfeng sat in the carriage and asked Madam Feng, quite bewildered, "What is King Menmaluo?"

"My goodness, husband, keep your voice down." Madam Feng gently covered Benfeng's mouth with her soft hand. "He's a scoundrel! He's one of the three great demon kings of the Western Regions. Three hundred years ago, he abducted three beauties from Jiangnan. Even with the combined efforts of the Kunlun and Shushan sects, he still managed to escape."

"So, Madam Yunye in the manor is over three hundred years old, yet she claims to be Madam Feng's sister. She looks remarkably like Madam Feng and even claims to be some kind of ghost immortal. This woman, not a single word she tells is true... Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" Benfeng looked at Madam Feng and Mingyue with a rather authoritative air.

"Husband, no, Sister Chulian and I wanted you to stay with Sister Fuzhen. Sister Fuzhen only told us this morning that you're safe and comfortable at Yunye Manor, so we came a little late." Mingyue kissed Benfeng. "Good husband, Mingyue was wrong. We should have come to take you home earlier."

"I was wrong too." Madam Feng also kissed Benfeng on the cheek.

Two beautiful women dressed as men kissed Benfeng on the left and right, attracting the stares of a passing merchant caravan.

"What are you looking at? It's only natural for a wife to kiss her husband!" Benfeng's anger subsided, and he embraced Madam Feng and Mingyue, kissing them both on the left and right. "Hurry up, spring is in full bloom!"

The carriage sped to the Baofeng Inn in Langya City, where Madam Feng and Mingyue accompanied Benfeng upstairs.

It's good to be rich and powerful; you can find a place to rest wherever you go. Madam Feng instructed the inn's staff to prepare a fragrant bath in the Xinzi room, intending to personally bathe Benfeng.

"That demon king named Menmo is coming. What are your thoughts, Madam? What should we do if he makes things difficult for us? That Lady Yunye isn't someone to be trifled with; I suspect she harbors ill intentions towards us." Benfeng asked Madam Feng, quite puzzled, as he ate the pastries brought by the waiter.

"Menmo went after Shi Taijue, Luo Jia, and Luo Mang of Kunlun. The three of them, with their newly mastered Golden Palace Natal Sword Yuanzun, severely injured Menmo, almost causing his death in the Soul-Hooking Underworld Path of Rilu Mountain." Madam Feng, like a hermit cultivator who knew five hundred years of the past, calmly picked up a piece of pastry with her chopsticks and placed it to Benfeng's mouth. "He's overestimating himself.

With only seventy or eighty percent of his power, he dares to try and force his way into the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea. This time, he's courting death." Mingyue rested her chin on her hands, her eyes, filled with gentle humanity, watching Benfeng eat.

"So that's how it is. Then we're just sitting back and watching the tigers fight, like idly observing the clouds. But... what a pity, with my meager cultivation, I can't even see the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea Formation of my sect. My master probably abandoned me because I'm not making any progress... I, Li Benfeng, am ultimately just a mortal. I can't be as insightful and clear-headed as Senior Sister Tianqin and Senior Sister Yixuan. I'm afraid I'll be lost in the world of desires." Benfeng was extremely depressed for a moment, feeling that he was too stupid and lacked talent. He only had a superficial understanding of cultivation, yet he was always thinking about the pleasures of love, as if he had lost the true meaning of cultivation.

"Husband."

"My lord."

Madam Feng and Mingyue each called out to Benfeng.

"Others are envious of you," Madam Feng pushed open the window. "Husband, look, those Taoists carrying flying swords all the way from Jiangnan are heading to Tianlai Mountain to become your disciples... There's something I haven't told you yet. A decree from Zhexing Pavilion has been issued from Tianlian Peak. You are now the sect leader of Tianlian Sect. In the three thousand years since Zhexing Pavilion was founded, there have only been twelve sect leaders. Your senior sisters Yixuan, Tianqin, and Tianyin are all under your Tianlian Sect. If I weren't... so weak, I would also want to become your disciple."

"Ah... Madam, please don't tease me. How could I become a sect leader? Where did this come from?" Benfeng opened his mouth wide, and a piece of pastry he had bitten off fell to the ground.

"It's true, absolutely true. Originally, Sister Tianqin was going to pick you up, but Sister Chulian and I were worried that those people gathered on the mountain wouldn't be able to be organized and things would get chaotic. So we had Tianqin and Tianyin set up a testing ground on the mountain to test the aptitude and willpower of those who were determined to join the Heavenly Lotus Sect." Mingyue held Benfeng's hand tenderly, her voice extremely gentle.

"What kind of sect leader is as stupid as me?" Benfeng was confused and kept shaking his head. He tried to concentrate on something, but he couldn't focus his mind.

Could it be that he had really had his yang essence drained by that mysterious Lady Yunye, which was why he was so confused? He felt as if he hadn't slept for days, and his eyes were almost too heavy to keep open.

Madam Feng and Mingyue noticed Benfeng's unusual behavior and exclaimed in unison, "Oh no! We were careless! We've ruined our husband!"

Mingyue gritted her teeth, "That Lady Yunye is an imposter, she's the Black Lotus Saintess!"

"The Black Lotus Saintess?" Benfeng couldn't recall what kind of woman the Black Lotus Saintess was. "What secrets do you know? I have no recollection of her at all."

"This is really bad! The Black Lotus Saintess is after your Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, my husband." Madam Feng was frantic, her face pale. She reached out and unfastened Benfeng's outer robe, drawing the Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword from the Hundred Treasures Brocade Pouch. "Mingyue, try it, see if you can sense it."

"No need to try. I just sensed it. The Black Lotus Saintess has already arrived at Sun Furnace Mountain. What an ambitious woman! She even wants to possess the Eight-Sided Tongue Embryonic Stone. Let's make amends." Mingyue released a white ribbon of water, picked up the drowsy Benfeng, grabbed Madam Feng's hand, and leaped onto the white ribbon of water, speeding towards Sun Furnace Mountain. Chapter 78, 10-06:
Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [VII]

The Black Lotus Saintess has always been hidden in the Plum Blossom Valley. After being defeated by Shen Wuhua at Haotian Peak of Tianlai Mountain, she could only survive by the skin of her teeth. If she were to return to Zimolu Mountain in the Western Regions, she would surely die. The Black Lotus Sect resides on Zimolu Mountain, facing off against the Menmolu King's Menmolu Mountain. The Menmolu King is the Sarvas of the Black

Lotus Sect. The Chinese meaning is "all and everything's protection." The Menmolu King's visit is not only for the revenge of the past, but also for the Black Lotus Saintess. The defeated Black Lotus Saintess is a delicious meal for the Menmolu King. He can eat the Saintess's heart and liver—the Black Lotus Saintess's natal soul, which was empowered and blessed by the previous generation's saintess who had achieved Nirvana. The Menmolu King also has the responsibility of finding a new Black Lotus Saintess.

To protect herself, the Black Lotus Saintess had to take a risky gamble, secretly casting a mind-controlling spell on Ben Feng. Since Shen Wuhua had destroyed her Black Lotus Seat magic weapon, the essence she cultivated was now only the primordial essence of her heart. Ben Feng, in his bedchamber at Yunye Manor, naturally couldn't detect any magical fluctuations from the Black Lotus Saintess.

There were no magical fluctuations at all—the Black Lotus Saintess's mind-controlling spell was a kind of bewitching witchcraft that any ordinary woman could cast with her soul.

This witchcraft could only last for an hour.

To gain this precious hour, the Black Lotus Saintess had a dragon-shaped snake shadow sword forged for three hundred taels of gold, a near-perfect imitation.

Using her own Black Lotus Pearl to draw the spiritual power of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, the Black Lotus Saintess didn't want to waste a single moment. She released a flying talisman, carrying the dragon-shaped snake shadow sword, and sped to Sunfurnace Mountain, entering the Soul-Separating Cave.

She wanted to absorb the essence of the thousand-year-old snake demon within the Eight-Sided Forked Tongue Stone to quickly recover her power.

With utmost caution, she released the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword… The Black Lotus Saintess had no confidence whatsoever in its success; she relied on the shared spirituality of the Black Lotus Pearl and the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls to conceive this plan. The

Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, suspended in mid-air, remained completely unresponsive. The Eight-Sided Qi-Zhi Embryonic Stone showed not a trace of magical fluctuation. The Black Lotus Saintess gritted her teeth and focused her mind, urging the Black Lotus Pearl to collide with the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword.

After more than twenty collisions, the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls within the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword remained unchanged, showing no sign of life.

The incense stick the Black Lotus Saintess had placed by the cave entrance had burned down to almost nothing.

“Zi Mowo Mayege, you deceived me so thoroughly, telling me to go to Wuyi Mountain to retrieve the Kasyapa Thousand-Gold Mirror, I almost believed you!” A female voice speaking Tibetan drifted into the cave.

A woman with a high nose and deep blue eyes wore a cloak woven from the extremely precious pure white divine grass of Mount Menmolu, over which she wore a short blouse and skirt embroidered with silk from Jiangnan. Her long, snow-white legs were barefoot.

"Princess Yunye, I'm only trying to save my own life. If you continue to force me, I will fight to the death!" the Black Lotus Saintess replied in Tibetan.

"You won't live much longer either. Menmolu is being held up by some people from Mount Shu. Otherwise, he would be here to take your heart by now. How pitiful! You shouldn't have listened to that Dugu Xin from the Central Plains. He's a big liar; you've been fooled." Princess Yunye shook her head, looking at the Black Lotus Saintess, speaking slowly.

"Thank you for remembering our past friendship." Seeing the incense was almost burned out, the Black Lotus Saintess stopped speaking, instead grasping the Black Lotus Pearl in both hands, leaping up, and ramming it into the tightly closed spiritual eyes of the Black Lotus Pearl.

The spiritual eyes flashed, and the Black Lotus Pearl unleashed its power. Two serpentine green shadows flew from the spiritual eye, one towards the Black Lotus Saintess, and the other towards Princess Yunye standing at the cave entrance.

"You're insane!" Princess Yunye cried out, releasing a talisman. The talisman formed an ice barrier like collapsing snow, blocking the flying serpentine green shadows.

The Black Lotus Saintess, however, did not attack, and a bloody hole was punched in her left shoulder by the serpentine green shadow.

The serpentine shadows swirled!

In desperation, the Black Lotus Saintess grabbed the Dragon-shaped Serpent Shadow Sword and slashed out.

The Dragon-shaped Serpent Shadow Sword unleashed a wave of dragon-shaped energy, merging with the serpentine green shadows, and swirling back to strike the Black Lotus Saintess. From the hilt, more than a dozen streams of blood energy spewed out, enveloping the Black Lotus Saintess.

"Ah! Ah!" The Black Lotus Saintess screamed twice, but remained rooted to the ground like a puppet, shouting incoherently, "Quick! Save me! Help!"

Princess Yunye cast two talismans, using extremely yin icy energy to disperse the blood energy.

"Come out quickly!" Princess Yunye saw that the Black Lotus Saintess's right shoulder had been severely wounded by the sword aura of the Dragon-Shaped Shadow Sword, leaving a bloody hole. Having been injured by the Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword herself, she dared not rashly enter the cave and intervened to save the Black Lotus Saintess.

"I'm going to die anyway!" The Black Lotus Saintess fiercely gripped the Dragon-Shaped Snake Shadow Sword tightly, sprang up, and stabbed at the eight-sided, forked-tongue birthstone on the cave wall.

"Stop!" Mingyue, carrying Benfeng, flew to the cave entrance and released a white ribbon of water.

The Black Lotus Saintess was enveloped by the white ribbon of water, unable to advance an inch.

"Who are you? How dare you interfere in our affairs!" Princess Yunye, unable to recognize Mingyue's thousand-year-old demon soul, clutched two Mang Thorns from Mount Menmolu and questioned Mingyue.

Madam Feng, who arrived shortly after, hurriedly said, "She is the thousand-year-old snake demon king! You dare to steal her things, and you're so self-righteous!"

"Ah!" Princess Yunye was stunned, then said in Mandarin, "Hmph, do you think I care about your things? You women and men of the Central Plains are all bad! I can't be bothered with you!"

With that, Princess Yunye turned to fly down the mountain.

"Hmph! You're no good either, ganging up on my husband, thinking you can leave? Not so easy!" Mingyue flicked a white ribbon of water, enveloping Princess Yunye.

Benfeng, having regained some composure, saw the unfamiliar Princess Yunye and shook his head: "It wasn't her last night, why should we make things difficult for the Manmolu King's woman?"

"Release me now, or I'll make sure you die without a heart!" "Princess Yunye, in her haste, could only blurt out Tibetan.

Mingyue and Madam Feng both understood Tibetan, but I, Benfeng, didn't know what she was saying. Seeing Princess Yunye's utterly irrational and furious state, I kindly said, 'We men and women of the Central Plains are reasonable, we cultivate righteous thoughts, and we are compassionate. We won't make things difficult for you, unlike King Menmala, who devoured people's hearts and livers.'

'Then you must keep your word. Don't tell anyone what you saw today, don't tell anyone you saw Zimowomoyege.' " Princess Yunye, seeing Benfeng's "kind eyes," felt somewhat relieved and was able to speak Chinese with composure.

Benfeng, unsure of the meaning of "Zimowomoyege," nodded to Princess Yunye before asking Mingyue what it meant.

Seeing that Benfeng's mind was clear, Mingyue's mood improved, and she said softly, "That woman was saying that Zimowomoyege is the most beautiful saintess... She schemed to steal from others, ending up with two bloody holes in her body, and yet she dares to call herself the most beautiful saintess."

"The Black Lotus Saintess of the Black Lotus Sect must have a hundred men die on her body, their semen completely drained, before she can become a saintess." "Madam Feng whispered in Benfeng's ear.

So this is how the Holy Maiden of the Black Lotus Sect operates—I thought she was pure and chaste, never letting a man touch her.

An hour passed, and Benfeng's mind cleared up, understanding the confusion of last night—the Holy Maiden of the Black Lotus Sect hadn't done anything with him at all!

Luckily nothing happened, otherwise, if she had made him lose all his yang essence, that would have been a huge loss.

Chapter 79 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respecting the Husband's Authority [8]

Mingyue put away the white water ribbon in the cave, placed the Holy Maiden of the Black Lotus Sect on the ground, and then put away the white water ribbon outside the cave that covered Princess Yunye. "You can go now." Benfeng saw

the bloody holes on the Holy Maiden of the Black Lotus Sect's body, and with the kindness of a doctor, took out two packets of medicine powder, spread them on his palm, and said to the Holy Maiden of the Black Lotus Sect: "Let me treat your injuries. After all, we had a night of fate together. After you leave here, it would be best if you stayed at Qingque Manor for a few days, and also bring the medicine powder to Sect Master Ying for me." "

With a thought, I emitted two strands of yang essence, and with a push of my palms, the medicinal powder in my hands swirled into a funnel shape, attaching itself to the wound of the Black Lotus Saintess. The powder, flowing with the yang essence, rapidly seeped into the damaged blood vessels.

This method of healing was something I had learned from the *Shennong Pulse Classic*. When I treated Ying Fuzhen's facial injuries, I hesitated to use it too heavily for fear of harming the delicate skin of the innocent Fuzhen. Now, using it on the Black Lotus Saintess, the effect was remarkable. As soon as the powder had seeped in, color returned to the Black Lotus Saintess's face.

The Black Lotus Saintess wanted to kneel before me, but I stopped her, placing a packet of powder in her hand. 'Go, rest quietly in the Qingque Manor for a few days. Sect Leader Ying's Kasyapa Thousand Gold Mirror can conceal your information; you can focus on healing your external injuries.'"

Princess Yunye helped the Black Lotus Saintess to the cave entrance. The Black Lotus Saintess turned around and glanced at Mingyue and Madam Feng. "Ladies, may I hug your husbands? A woman of Zimolu must repay a debt of gratitude." Benfeng

frowned upon hearing the Black Lotus Saintess's words and quickly waved his hand. "Men and women shouldn't touch each other. Your Western Regions and Tubo are different from us. No need for repayment of gratitude; it's just a small favor."

"Then hug them." Madam Feng exchanged a glance with Mingyue and smiled as she agreed to the Black Lotus Saintess's request.

The Black Lotus Saintess took a few quick steps and pounced on Benfeng, wrapping her arms around his waist and holding him tightly, as if someone was trying to take him away from her. Her breasts pressed against Benfeng's chest. Benfeng felt a tingling heat throughout his body.

No wonder she was a saintess who had seen countless men. Suddenly

, Benfeng felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. Looking down, he saw two semi-circular, lotus-shaped, red teeth marks on his shoulder. They were bitten hard enough to draw blood—what kind of gratitude was this? It was practically murder of her husband.

He wasn't even a lover, so why leave such a deep memento!

The Black Lotus Saintess left her masterpiece on Benfeng's shoulder, then, quite satisfied, stepped on the flying talisman released by Princess Yunye and flew towards Qingque Manor with Princess Yunye. As her figure disappeared, she left Benfeng with a sentence, "From now on, Zimoro's women will do anything for you when they see you."

"She really knows how to show mercy." "Mingyue said softly.

Benfeng shook his head and said, "His character is bad, he was tempted to steal treasures, but he is grateful and repays kindness. He can be considered a truly upright villain, much better than those men and women who scheme and plot to kill me."

"Should we go to Qingque Manor to see her? I'm afraid that if her demonic nature takes hold, it will be detrimental to Sect Leader Ying." Benfeng was indeed a little worried. Benfeng

wanted to go to Qingque Manor because he still had a question in his mind: How could Ying Fuzhen agree to let the Black Lotus Saintess disguise herself as Madam Feng's sister and use a bunch of lies to trick him into being under the spell of the Soul-Sealing Curse? If it weren't for the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls having the spirituality to recognize their master, I, Li Benfeng, would probably have died at the hands of the Black Lotus Saintess.

"Husband, Mingyue and I will go to Langya first to handle some business matters. After you go to Qingque Manor to see Sect Leader Ying, remember to come back to Baofeng Inn for dinner." After saying this, Madam Feng added, "Outsiders are not allowed to enter Qingque Manor. It would be good for you to go and take a look, lest those two people misunderstand Master Ying."

Madam Feng was afraid that Ying Fuzhen would be shy and not want to "share a husband" with someone else.

Benfeng was very grateful for Madam Feng and Mingyue's understanding. He hugged the two women and kissed them heavily several times before hurrying to Qingque Manor.

...

Ying Fuzhen was unaware of the complicated relationship between Benfeng and the Black Lotus Saintess. She didn't keep Benfeng in the manor because she wasn't ready for anything to happen with a man.

She didn't want to be involved with any man. She had a demon in her heart that loathed and hated men—if it weren't for her innate love of beauty, she wouldn't have allowed a man to get so close.

In Ying Fuzhen's eyes, Benfeng was just a "man."

However, now that Benfeng was close enough, Ying Fuzhen's "hatred" of men wasn't as intense as before. She felt resentment towards herself for heartlessly shutting Benfeng out of the manor.

If it weren't for Li Benfeng, and she had become an ugly monster, would men still drool over her like before?

"Why should I let men see me!" Ying Fuzhen said bitterly, opening her eyes and standing up.

She had meditated all night, her mind a jumble of self-hatred.

Using the pond water in the courtyard, Ying Fuzhen carefully washed her face. The newly grown tender skin on her face was no longer afraid of water, and it itched slightly. Ying Fuzhen gently touched it with her fingers, looking at her reflection in the mirror-like pond.

“Li Benfeng, don’t blame me. I, Ying Fuzhen, am not an ungrateful person. But I just want to be alone and quiet with my sister, who drowned herself because of my cruelty. I’m sorry to my sister, Fuyi. I killed the man who bullied her and also accidentally killed my sister, Fuyan—I created this bitter karma myself, and I will bear it myself. I don’t want anyone else to bear it for me! You must know that I am not a complete woman. I cannot do the things of a woman in a boudoir… On Pure Land Mountain, when you followed your master and formed the lotus hand seal, I knew that you would not be an ordinary man in the future. Although you don’t talk much, your words contain so many unfathomable mysteries—you like women and are fond of boudoir matters. I know this is not your fault. All men in the world are like this. But I am a flawed woman, unable to be a woman. Thinking of me is useless; it’s all just a mirage…” Ying Fuzhen murmured to herself, and unknowingly, her face was covered in tears.

Without this night of resentment, she would not have known that Benfeng was already in her heart.

Benfeng heard Ying Fuzhen's heartfelt monologue in its entirety.

"Could it be that there's something wrong with the injury on Ying Fuzhen's face?" Benfeng lay in a dense silver-leaf tree outside Qingque Manor. Although he could hear Ying Fuzhen's words clearly, he couldn't see her face.

He also didn't see the Black Lotus Saintess or Princess Yunye.

Should he go down and confide in Ying Fuzhen? Benfeng wanted to see what secrets Ying Fuzhen and the Black Lotus Saintess shared. He had to wait; Ying Fuzhen was truly naive, and she wouldn't be able to bear it if he said things to her face.

He waited until dark, and then he got a clue. Feng Xiaolian, who looked like "Ying Fuyan," entered Qingque Manor with Princess Yunye and the Black Lotus Saintess.

He should have realized it was Feng Xiaolian's doing. Now he understood: Ying Fuzhen was so indulgent towards "Ying Fuyan" because she accidentally killed her.

How convoluted and bizarre—"Feng Xiaolian—Ying Fuyan—the shepherdess," this third-reincarnation ghost, is ruthless enough to choose such a way to die in her second reincarnation.

You can die however you want, I just want Ying Fuzhen to be happy. I

love Ying Fuzhen's innocence the most—I have to take a good look at Ying Fuzhen's "imperfection." Just now, from what Ying Fuzhen said, it seems that the imperfection is not on her face, but in another place—a certain important part of her body.

Where is it? I have a vague premonition as a healer.

No matter what the imperfection is, I have to remove it, even if it takes heaven and earth. To let Fuzhen be completely innocent without any flaws is the ultimate way of medicine.

Heaven's way is what I desire, medicine's way is what I desire, innocence—is what I desire most.

Chapter 80 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [Nine]

Feng Xiaolian only wants to seize the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, but the difficulty lies in the spirituality of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls. Despite possessing the same spiritual essence as the Black Lotus Pearl, the Black Lotus Saintess could not control the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls and suffered a backlash.

One scheme failed, so Feng Xiaolian devised another—she wanted King Menmala to retrieve the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls for her—a perilous plan indeed. If King Menmala's magic still couldn't control the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, then he would corrupt Li Benfeng's soul.

Feng Xiaolian was determined to retrieve the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls.

Benfeng, seeing her with the Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye, became wary. This wicked woman was about to use Ying Fuzhen's identity to commit further acts of rape and cruelty. She

wouldn't listen to reason, so she had to suffer the consequences.

Benfeng leaped from the silver-leaf tree onto the blue brick wall of Qingque Manor's courtyard, shouting at Feng Xiaolian, who was whispering to Ying Fuzhen in the yard, "The vengeful ghost has come! Feng Xiaolian, Ying Fuyan, the shepherdess, return to your places!"

Hearing Benfeng's voice, Feng Xiaolian frowned and turned to look at him: "What brings you here? Instead of spending a night with your wife, what are you doing at my sister's Qingque Manor?"

"I've come to catch up with you. I, Li Benfeng, have been utterly bored without you! Tonight, I'll also learn your tricks, maybe I can even pick up a few myself!" Seeing Ying Fuzhen looking at him with surprise, Li Benfeng bluntly confronted Feng Xiaolian.

"You! I did lie to you, so what? What do you want?" Feng Xiaolian swayed, transforming from "Ying Fuyan" into Feng Xiaolian.

The transformation was swift and practiced, her three-stage ghostly transformation spell incredibly skillful.

"Sister, what did you do again last night!" Ying Fuzhen rarely saw Benfeng so angry; his sister must have angered him. Ying Fuzhen knew that her mischievous sister was disliked and often did sneaky things.

"I let him have his wedding night! That stingy guy, he won't even lend me his broken things! Last night, that little lecher Li Benfeng was having a great time with the princess's maid, not only ungrateful but also repaying kindness with enmity! I just wanted to see the broken bead on his broken sword—if he wouldn't let me, fine, but he's so petty and lacks any manly spirit, he actually came to my sister's door to interrogate her!" Feng Xiaolian gently held Ying Fuzhen's hand, but raised her face, deliberately teasing Benfeng.

Princess Yunye didn't quite understand Feng Xiaolian's words and asked doubtfully, "The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls are the magic treasures of the Northern Underworld Ancestor, the number one among the number one, not some broken thing. Zimowomoyege was seriously injured for this pearl. You said that it would be worth it even if you became a ghost to get this pearl."

Benfeng said, "Princess Yunye, you and the Black Lotus Saintess have both been fooled by him. The person in front of you is more cunning than a ghost. If she doesn't lie for a day, she's not a ghost. She even lied to her own sister."

"Li Benfeng, you're like a dog catching a mouse. Why are you meddling in my business? What did I lie to you about? I'm just playing around. Do you think I like your broken pearl and broken sword? Humph, you're more talkative than a woman. You came to Qingque Manor just to see my sister. You want to sow discord between me and my sister. You're afraid I'll ruin your good time, you little lecher! Humph! Humph! Humph! With me here, don't even think about making a move on my sister." Feng Xiaolian started to argue unreasonably.

"You—you're lying! You lied to me, saying that the man surnamed Li is a womanizer who has ruined five hundred respectable women. You made me pretend to be Madam Feng's sister to steal her Black Lotus Pearls and even wanted me to deplete his essence. Now I realize you had ulterior motives. You can't control the Black Lotus Pearls, yet you made me risk everything. You're too cruel!" The Black Lotus Saintess, who had been silent until now, finally couldn't hold back and blurted out everything she wanted to say.

"I... I just used you, so what? What kind of ghost doesn't use people? In this world, whether you cultivate the Tao or not, aren't you all using each other? You were used, which only shows that you're too stupid, that you're not ruthless enough!" Feng Xiaolian said confidently.

"Sister! You've gone too far! Go away, and don't ever come here again!" Ying Fuzhen was furious, shaking off Feng Xiaolian's hand and giving her a hateful glare.

"Sister, you actually said such things to me for a little lecher? Fine, I'll cut ties with you. Anyway, I'm no longer your sister. But remember, you're the one who pierced my chest with your sword... You all bullied me alone, humph! You just wait!" Feng Xiaolian finished coldly, then vanished in a dark, ghostly shadow

.

“Ghosts are hard to deal with! Ghosts are hard to deal with!” Benfeng shook his head repeatedly. He couldn't reason with Feng Xiaolian. Ghosts were utterly unreasonable, only thinking of themselves.

“It’s getting late, and I have no food here. Why don’t you go to Langya City for dinner?” Ying Fuzhen’s anger hadn’t subsided as she spoke.

She didn’t want two strange women to stay in Qingque Manor. Benfeng also felt a little embarrassed. Originally, he had sent the Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye to test Ying Fuzhen.

Now, the mystery was solved; it was Feng Xiaolian who had used underhanded tactics.

“Li Benfeng, let’s go.” Princess Yunye also didn’t want to shamelessly stay.

The Black Lotus Saintess didn’t speak, but stood firmly beside Benfeng, her mind made up. Wherever Benfeng went, she would follow. A woman who shouldn’t have fallen for a man had suddenly opened her heart; she had only one obsession: to live as Li Benfeng’s, and to die as Li Benfeng’s ghost.

Benfeng had so much to say to Ying Fuzhen, but he couldn't speak in front of the two Western Region women. He

had no choice but to leave.

"Take good care of them," Ying Fuzhen whispered to Benfeng as they reached the manor gate.

Benfeng hummed in agreement, then turned back and said, "You take good care of yourself too. I'll come back tomorrow morning to check on your injury."

...

On the way to Langya, Princess Yunye and the Black Lotus Saintess remained silent. Upon arriving at Baofeng Inn, Madam Feng and Mingyue emerged from the Rain-themed room and called for the waiter to serve Benfeng his meal.

"I'm so frustrated!" Benfeng muttered to Madam Feng and Mingyue in a low voice as the waiter led Princess Yunye and the Black Lotus Saintess to the Moon-themed room.

"Did Sister Chu Lian get into trouble again? I should have known! Princess Yunye and the Black Lotus Saintess aren't scheming people. I, her ghost sister, really can't do anything about her!" Madam Feng sighed, reaching out her jade hand to stroke Benfeng's back. "Let's not be angry with her. From now on, we'll ignore her completely. She'll get bored and stop causing trouble."

"Sister Chu Lian is right. Let's just pretend nothing happened, let everything disappear like smoke." Mingyue pouted and kissed Benfeng's nose. "After dinner, how about Mingyue gives her husband a bath?"

Benfeng smiled: "Dinner, bath, and then, sleep." With Madam Feng and Mingyue's gentle words, Benfeng felt relieved.

The food and wine were plentiful. Benfeng, Madam Feng, and Mingyue ate and drank, and before they knew it, more than an hour had passed. After

the banquet was cleared away, Benfeng went into the inner room, waiting for Mingyue to fill the bathtub with hot water. Then he stripped naked and jumped into the tub. Mingyue took out more than a dozen erotic paintings of Madam Feng and showed them to Benfeng one by one.

Madam Feng, however, avoided them. She was not yet used to the life of two women serving one husband in her boudoir.

Mingyue took off her outer clothes, wearing only her undergarments, and lay naked by the tub, letting Benfeng lie half-reclined, surrounded by desire. She put one of her jade-like hands into the tub and slowly splashed hot water onto Benfeng's chest.

"If Feng Xiaolian dares to cause trouble again, I will collect her yin spirit into the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls and let Panmo's dragon soul torment her. Let's see if she still dares to go against me."

"Mmm... good, so good..." Mingyue's smooth jade hand gently grasped Benfeng's swollen root, and Benfeng groaned comfortably.

Mingyue opened her small mouth and bit Benfeng's earlobe, her jade teeth gently nibbling. "Husband, do you want to get closer to the two Womoyege in the Moon Room? They've both fallen for you..."

"No, I'm a very pure man. I'm content with Mingyue by my side." Benfeng turned to Mingyue's small mouth and kissed her hard.

"Women from the Western Regions don't care about reputation. If you don't want them, they'll think you're not a real man." Mingyue chuckled.

"Then... I'll just have to... reluctantly agree." Benfeng seemed very unwilling to agree.

Chapter 81 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [Ten]

In the Moon Room, the Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye enjoyed a very sumptuous meal and were served a petal bath by Xiaomei and Xiaobi.

The bath was fragrant. The woman's body fragrance, the fragrance of flowers, and the sandalwood in the room blended into an extremely alluring scent.

Xiao Mei and Xiao Bi's beautiful and elfin appearance made the two women, who grew up in the Western Regions, sigh with envy. There were so many beauties in the Central Plains! If Xiao Mei and Xiao Bi had been born on Mount Zimoro, they would have been candidates for the title of Womoyege, or perhaps they would have been chosen directly by the God King of Mount Zimoro to become saintesses.

Mount Zimoro in the Western Regions was home to ten demon palaces and ten demon kings—they called themselves the supreme God Kings.

A woman chosen by the God King, even if she didn't become a saintess, would gain the qualification to command three hundred male slaves—if she became the God King's wife, she could possess a mountain and have eight hundred powerful slaves.

Princess Yunye was the daughter of a barbarian king and was fortunate enough to become the seventy-second wife of King Zimoro. King Zimoro had a total of three hundred wives. King Zimoro could choose women at will, and his wives could also choose men at will. A man chosen to become a wife's powerful slave was already a great honor; if he rose to the rank of powerful general, it was a meteoric rise, allowing him to enter the Demon Cultivation Palace to specialize in heaven-defying demonic arts.

Mount Menmaluo was a demonic mountain where demon kings and demonesses mingled without any distinction between men and women. The Black Lotus Saintess of the Black Lotus Sect was just one of King Menmaluo's three hundred wives.

...

Benfeng enjoyed Mingyue's caresses, his eyes closed, listening to her tell him about the demonic ways of the Western Regions.

"Husband, have you decided how to deal with those two demonesses?" Mingyue, having teased Benfeng several times, and feeling increasingly aroused herself, asked close to his ear.

"Meet the enemy as they come, or I'll drown them with water, will that work?" Benfeng himself felt that his eight words wouldn't be of any practical use. The women of the Western Regions were used to men, they knew men inside and out, and his limited knowledge of women's ways probably wouldn't be enough to catch their eye.

"Use force, use forbearance." Mingyue only said four words.

"Should we bring Lady Chu Lian's erotic paintings?" Whenever Ben Feng encountered matters concerning his wife, he naturally thought of Lady Feng's early exposure to erotic paintings—from Mingyue's repeated explanations, he knew that he wouldn't be able to overcome the crucial hurdle of reaching the Desire Heaven Realm in at least ten years, possibly even a hundred. If he couldn't pass this hurdle in a hundred years, the Heavenly Dao was simply too difficult to ascend.

"No need to bring the erotic paintings. The key is innate talent. Husband, don't worry. Sister Chu Lian and I both believe that you will overcome any demon you encounter, defeat any ghost you see, and be invincible! You will definitely conquer them!" Mingyue encouraged Ben Feng with her alluring, bewitching eyes.

"Invincible! Invincible!" Ben Feng clenched his fist and roared like a soldier in a powerful group from his era.

"Go on, they're waiting for their husband to come back and conquer them." Mingyue draped a very imposing black cloak over Ben Feng.

Only the cloak.

As Ben Feng moved, his innate talent surged, a truly frightening sight.

Upon entering the Moon-themed room, the alluring and seductive scent filled the air, causing him to shudder involuntarily. The Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye were still in the bathtub.

Mingyue relayed her message once more: "Use force, use forbearance!"

There should also be an eight-character guiding strategy: "Invincible in attack, unbeatable in battle!"

Benfeng lunged towards a bathtub, saw Princess Yunye, and reached out to grab her wrist. Princess Yunye, however, raised her hand and released a talisman.

An Ice Curse Talisman!

The misty aura in the room dissipated by more than half, and Benfeng was struck in the chest by the Ice Curse Talisman, immediately feeling three icy energies that sent chills down his spine! The women of the Western Regions were indeed cold and ruthless.

Struck by the Ice Curse Talisman, Benfeng immediately thought of mating in the animal kingdom; to achieve his ultimate goal, the male must resort to a brutal conquest of the female!

Princess Yunye silently unleashed another fiery talisman, which Benfeng took headwind.

Ice and heat!

Benfeng didn't dodge, tightening his cloak and raising his masculine imposing presence, using the swirling yang energy within his heart to resist. The hot and cold energies within his body were transformed and integrated into his swirling energy, circulating through his acupoints, and quickly dissipated.

"Princess Yunye, what a unique gift! I, Benfeng, am honored!" Seeing Princess Yunye slip into the water like an eel, Benfeng reached into the water with his left hand to grab her.

The bathtub was only three feet in circumference; grabbing her hands and feet shouldn't be difficult.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Suddenly, three talismans burst from the water. One red and two black!

"Still playing the ice and fire trick!" Benfeng was getting anxious, extending his palm as if healing the Black Lotus Saintess, and sending three strands of yang energy towards the three talismans.

The talisman, struck by the essence of yang, exploded with a loud bang, releasing a thick fragrant mist. One warm fragrance, two cold fragrances—the scents were incredibly strange, like the aroma of a woman with a fiery body, using her mouth and lower orifice to hold ice, brewing its fragrance.

As Benfeng was discerning the scent, he suddenly heard a rushing sound of water, and Princess Yunye leaped out of the water. There was a piece of ice in her mouth and between her legs, and in her hand she held a stack of red and black leaves.

It was unexpected that Princess Yunye was also an expert in talisman making, able to create talismans with both hot and cold properties in an instant.

She was draped in a string of leaves, and between the leaves were a woman's erect breasts… and between her legs was a delicately trimmed patch of pubic hair.

Benfeng had to force himself on her. If he didn't, by the time she used up all the leaves, it would be dawn.

He took off his cloak, tossed it aside, and spread it over the bathtub. Princess Yunye let out a soft moan and released four talismans. She thought Benfeng would definitely block her, but unexpectedly, Benfeng jumped up with a shout, swooping down on Princess Yunye's head like a large bird.

Princess Yunye had no choice but to descend.

"Come on, Princess." Benfeng pulled on the belt of his cloak, wrapping Princess Yunye up, then tightened the belt and threw her onto the bed.

Before Princess Yunye could react, Benfeng forcefully pinned her down.

"Alright, your performance is over, it's my turn to discipline you." Benfeng's large hand reached for Princess Yunye's breasts—and grabbed them twice.

Princess Yunye let out a wanton moan.

"Madam's reaction is so strong, this is just the beginning." Only then did Benfeng realize that Mingyue's words about "using force and forbearance" were indeed the key to dealing with women from the Western Regions.

After kneading for a few moments, Benfeng turned Princess Yunye over, making her kneel on the bed, her pair of white, jade-like buttocks facing him.

The two semi-circular buttocks, the pink cleavage between them already glistening with spring dew.

Benfeng grasped a tender mound of flesh and kneaded it a few times. "Madam, your Spring Valley is wet. Just now, you were so fierce, making me go through so much trouble!"

"Come on, man, I'm afraid you're all show and no substance, useless!" Princess Yunye spoke up, her tone provocative.

She deliberately swayed her hips, her hand groping for Benfeng's, aiming straight for his vital root.

Chapter 82 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [XI]

"A man who can withstand the attack of ice and fire, I want to see if your thing down there can withstand it too." Princess Yunye's breathing was a little rapid.

Benfeng's hand had already touched her neatly trimmed spring grass. Dark pubic hair, a section of snow-white jade, and below was the valley.

Madam Yunye used her slender jade foot to push Benfeng onto the bed, her body backing away, swaying her alluring spring scenery in front of Benfeng.

After all, she was a lady who had no boundaries with men and women, and she was very skilled at playing the game in bed.

Benfeng's eyes were fixed on the glistening spring valley, his heart itching with desire, his erection throbbing like iron.

"I'll bite you!" Princess Yunye suddenly cried out, and Benfeng felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. Looking up, he saw Princess Yunye's mouth still closed, a few black hairs dangling from her lips, deliberately swaying her head in a seductive manner.

"Trying to pull this trick on me!" Benfeng reciprocated, biting Princess Yunye's leg.

"Ouch, you stupid man, it hurts so much!" Princess Yunye's two fair legs trembled, whimpering softly.

Benfeng bit again, and with each bite, Princess Yunye shuddered. After a few more bites, Benfeng had gradually gotten the hang of it, biting and sucking simultaneously; each bite followed by a sharp suck! He then rolled over, taking the upper hand, pressing down on Princess Yunye's snowy neck… Soon, Princess Yunye groaned with a mixture of excitement and pain! Listening to her unusually seductive voice, Benfeng nibbled more delicately and carefully at her soft, sweet-smelling neck.

He had already bitten every inch of her neck, leaving countless clear teeth marks. Then, he cupped her beautiful face, wanting to invade her mouth.

The princess was no longer just teasing and provoking; she was already somewhat confused and infatuated, yet she still clenched her teeth, refusing to let Benfeng's tongue into her mouth—one had to be patient; this might be the trigger for the princess's complete abandon. Benfeng, guided by Mingyue, like a master of seduction, deftly used his tongue to pry open the princess's tightly closed teeth, slipping inside and entwining with hers.

"Mmm...mmm..." The princess struggled a few times, but under Benfeng's unrestrained advances, she slowly relaxed... Her lips had never been kissed by a man before; this was the first time a man had kissed her so tenderly... Was it a passionate kiss? Princess, though she had seen countless men, she didn't know what kind of feelings a woman should have for a man?

She felt an electric current coursing through her body from the tip of her tongue, instantly making her weak and limp. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable, and the princess, in a daze, willingly extended her tongue to kiss Benfeng. Benfeng was greatly excited, employing the tongue techniques from Madam Feng's erotic paintings, indulging in the princess's kisses.

After a long while, Benfeng slowly withdrew from the princess's intoxicating lips, moving downwards to kiss her snow-white neck,

finally

her beautiful breasts. "It's time for a change of position, Madam." Benfeng gently lifted the princess back, making her curves even more exquisite and prominent. Her well-developed breasts were soft and supple, and a faint, intoxicating fragrance could be smelled.

Benfeng grasped her breasts and kneaded them, making her eyes glaze over and her breathing quicken.

Benfeng then simply ripped off the princess's black cloak. Instantly, a beautiful, crystalline body was revealed before him. Before she could offer any resistance or cover, Benfeng lowered his head and kissed her. His long, hot tongue

circled the base of her vulva, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Occasionally, he lightly nibbled at one nipple with his teeth, while his other hand pressed down hard on the other, kneading and squeezing it vigorously. The princess writhed, her breathing growing heavier. She felt waves of heat spreading from her vulva, rushing to her throat, turning into deep, agonizing moans.

It was another act of pent-up, wanton "torture." Having done his work, Benfeng slowly moved down, kissing Princess Yunye's slender waist, her flat stomach, and finally…

Princess Yunye writhed violently: "You audacious man, no… don't… kiss… there…"

Benfeng took a deep breath, gently parting her firm, long legs, his hand slowly reaching forward, caressing her tender vulva, gently rubbing it. Princess Yunye groaned loudly, her long, jade-like legs twisting restlessly. A writhing body, drenched in fragrant sweat, the spring harbor steaming with heat, slippery dew already flowing from within.

Ben Feng felt a surge of heat; the veins of his manhood throbbed, his member erect and imposing, truly majestic.

The princess was startled: "Yours...how...is different...so big..."

Benfeng was extremely pleased with himself, thrusting forward and laughing, "A rare find, a supreme treasure."

The princess hesitated for a moment, then, like a young maiden, her heart trembled, her pretty face flushed crimson. One slender hand, as if it hadn't touched him before, moved to his penis, her jade-like hand encircling it, barely grasping it. She felt Benfeng's extraordinary member possess a unique power, incredibly robust, and burning hot to the touch. Overwhelmed with passion, she lowered it, turned, and lay prone on the bed, burying her head in the pillow. The princess's back arched, her delicate, white curves, her flawless, round, firm buttocks, further fueled Benfeng's desire.

He could no longer restrain himself; he had reached his limit.

He gently turned his wife around, parted her long,

slender . Then he pressed his fingers against her vulva, rubbing and rotating them a few times.

Princess Yunye was overwhelmed by an unprecedented passion. Dewdrops even clung to her delicate nose as she writhed restlessly, saying, "Man... my man, I surrender, it's so itchy... what should I do... ah..."

Seizing the opportunity, Benfeng spread her long, slender legs as wide as possible, thrusting his astonishing member forward with a powerful stroke, plunging it completely inside her.

The princess shuddered violently, letting out a long, pleasurable cry. Benfeng

stroked her smooth breasts, saying with satisfaction, "My wife says I'm bold, and of course I'm bold. I'm not just a show-off. Later, I guarantee—it will be incredibly pleasurable, making you feel like you're in heaven."

Tears welled in the princess's eyes, her brows relaxed, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with spring. She had tasted the true flavor of a man. This wind wasn't just about relentless force; sometimes it would gently withdraw, then slowly push in again.

I had thought the princess's inside would be vast and unrestricted, but it turned out to be very narrow. I needed considerable force to enter smoothly. It seemed the princess was taking good care of herself, or perhaps she wasn't truly promiscuous… It required slow and careful cultivation. The spring copper dripped, and gradually, the princess's spring harbor overflowed with heat. Involuntarily, her arms tightly embraced me, her instinctive heat causing her to twist and sway her hips, eagerly responding to my thrusts.

…After half an hour, the princess's breathing was rapid, her breath sweet as orchids. Her legs trembled violently, tightening and straightening, her arms loosening, her flower blooming with nectar, a surge of heat gushing forth…

“That was close!” I exclaimed inwardly. If he hadn't been pressed tightly against her narrow flesh, he probably would have been pushed to the entrance by the force of her vaginal fluids.

Stimulated by Princess Yunye's gushing yin energy, Benfeng surged powerfully, his heart's essence slowly swirling, absorbing the pure yin energy transmitted from the princess. After several rounds of refining, he returned to her body without hesitation. After several such rounds, Princess Yunye's spring breeze was rekindled, and she tightly embraced Benfeng, wanting to go to another level.

It was truly miraculous; her originally hot body had become cool and refreshing. Holding the princess's trembling, uniquely delicate body tightly, Benfeng continued his thrusting, rising and falling, a fierce storm crashing against the deepest part of the princess's flower.

Chapter 83 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [12]

Princess Yunye finally knew the taste of a real man—she had been a woman for so many years, never experiencing such pleasure in the boudoir. On Mount Menmolu, the male slaves under the bed were all tools for tempering demonic nature. Some men who looked very strong often couldn't even withstand a few ice and fire talismans from Princess Yunye. Before they could even touch the princess's body, they ejaculated and became useless. Even when encountering a man worthy of a fight, it's a calculated "battle of wits," offering little enjoyment.

With the Demon King, there's only constant fear of being drained of her yin essence and dying. A woman tormented by a man while living in constant fear of death is pure torture.

Meeting Old Li, Princess Yunye felt a refreshing spring breeze, while the two little maids, Xiao Bi and Xiao Mei, were already thoroughly aroused. Princess Yunye was less impressed by the talismans Ben Feng used; the experienced Ben Feng simply considered it a unique form of foreplay.

Ben Feng used both force and restraint, employing techniques to make Princess Yunye lose her senses, and she was deeply immersed in her desires.

...

"Good man, it feels so good!" Princess Yunye shook her head, her eyes glazed over as she looked at Ben Feng. Ben Feng lifted Princess Yunye's long legs and, in a very simple way, used the old man's wheelchair.

The simplest, most effective, and most intoxicating method, requiring no skill yet surpassing skill… Princess Yunye once again indulged in her desires, spraying forth such fluids.

Benfeng laid down Princess Yunye's soft, jade-like body and got up to wash in the tub. Next, it was time to conquer the Black Lotus Saintess.

Walking to another bed, Benfeng looked down at the Black Lotus Saintess's jade-like body lying on it. The Black Lotus Saintess's beautiful hair cascaded across the bed like a waterfall, her jade-like face flushed, beads of sweat hanging from her straight, delicate nose, and her thin, gauze-like undergarment was soaked with fragrant sweat, revealing the woman's three secrets.

Benfeng couldn't help but think to himself: Heaven truly has mercy; this peerless beauty is about to writhe and moan beneath me.

Having already experienced two passionate encounters with the princess, the Black Lotus Saintess, whose image was already vivid in his mind, needed no further teasing… She couldn't wait any longer. Benfeng gently removed all the obstacles from the Black Lotus Saintess's body, carefully examining her exquisite beauty.

The Black Lotus Saintess's jade-like breasts stood erect, two soft, moderately sized mounds, incredibly alluring. Two pink nipples, translucent and glistening, tempted one to reach out and pluck them immediately. Her smooth, delicate, and white abdomen was adorned with a charming, small navel, irresistible to the touch. Her long, straight legs radiated a hazy, dazzling luster. At the end of her abdomen, where her legs were tightly pressed together, lay a dark, glossy patch of pubic hair. Her buttocks were raised, and two peach-like labia minora were faintly separated by a red line, at the tip of which was a delicate stamen like a red agate.

Ben Feng kneaded the Black Lotus Saintess's supple breasts, lowering his head to lightly lick her already hardened nipples. He placed his palm on the Black Lotus Saintess's breasts, just covering her entire proud erection, and wantonly rubbed her hardened nipples with his palm, causing the Black Lotus Saintess to groan softly.

He reached out and gently stroked her a few times, his hand moving upwards to the base of her thighs. Just as he was about to make a move, the Black Lotus Saintess instinctively squeezed her legs together tightly, trapping his hand between her most mysterious and sacred spring-like spot. With his other hand, he touched her smooth, tender breasts, his tightly squeezed hand also gently caressing the inside of her thighs. The Black Lotus Saintess's face showed an expression of uncontrollable ecstasy, her beautiful eyes closed, completely lost in passion.

Suddenly, he squeezed her breasts hard, causing her to shudder and her legs to involuntarily loosen. His hand plunged in, reaching her already moist spring-like spot.

He buried his face in her, licking the sweet, tender red petals. The Black Lotus Saintess wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, straightening her back, bringing her sacred spot close to his mouth. By the

time he inserted his tongue, the Black Lotus Saintess had already experienced a small orgasm, her mind clouded with desire.

Benfeng lifted the Black Lotus Saintess's fragrant buttocks, pressing his enormous, wondrous member against her moist spring valley. With a thrust of his hips, he slowly inserted his wondrous essence into the Black Lotus Saintess's sacred place. The Black Lotus Saintess, having witnessed Princess Yunye being thoroughly ravaged by Benfeng, found her spring harbor already slippery and wet.

"Benfeng... Benfeng... Benfeng..." the Black Lotus Saintess murmured Benfeng dozens of times. Her heart was empty, containing only Benfeng. The Black Lotus Saintess had suffered far more demonic torment than Princess Yunye—the hundred men she had slept with, regardless of their beauty or ugliness, had all become ghosts. No normal woman could imagine so many men dying on her body. Those past days were not what a woman should live.

"...Benfeng, is this...Spring Night...? So comfortable..." the Black Lotus Saintess asked a very simple question.

"Spring Night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, that's the feeling..." Benfeng thrust in and out with great force. The Black Lotus Saintess tensed up, her head tilting back as she breathed heavily. Her slender waist moved in sync with Ben Feng's actions, seemingly seeking more of his affection.

"Good man, Benfeng... Oh... It's coming!" Benfeng accelerated violently, each thrust plunging deep into the depths of the Black Lotus Saintess.

The Black Lotus Saintess's body trembled, shaking her head and screaming wildly.

Benfeng ignored her, continuing his relentless thrusting.

After hundreds of rounds of intercourse, the Black Lotus Saintess's moans grew increasingly urgent, culminating in a final cry as scalding hot fluid gushed from the depths of her flower.

Following the previous method, Benfeng spun and refined the fluid, returning it to the Black Lotus Saintess's body, their cultivation reaching a new level. Inside the Moon-shaped room, spring filled the air. Benfeng, having experienced several waves of passion, pressed himself against the Black Lotus Saintess at the crucial moment, filling her flower palace with his scalding yang essence. The tide rose and fell, the spring breeze passing through

the jade gate . The two intertwined—the Black Lotus Saintess tightly embraced Benfeng, tears streaming down her face, saying, "I... I'll follow you through life and death, I'm willing to be your slave, your horse, your ox. I'll follow you for life." After speaking, the Black Lotus Saintess couldn't help but offer Benfeng her passionate lips. ... Behind several floor-length gauze curtains, Xiao Bi and Xiao Mei watched, their passion surging... yet they managed to restrain themselves. "Xiao Mei, tell me, Master, you usually seem so quiet, so proper with Madam and Sister Mingyue, how come you change your nature when you meet a woman from the Western Regions? Is this some kind of magic?" Xiao Bi's face was flushed. " Of course it's magic! The first hurdle Master had to overcome was the Desire Heaven Realm, even the three immortal nuns of the Pure Lotus Nunnery assisted him in his cultivation... Haven't you been wanting to do 'that' with Master for a long time? Go and connect with him..." Xiao Mei's self-control was much better than Xiao Bi's; her face only flushed slightly. "No, Sister Mingyue said that it's good for a woman to endure such things... Oh dear, Master is coming... Run!" Xiao Bi was both surprised and delighted, and tried to run away but was pushed by Xiao Mei. Ben Feng saw that the Black Lotus Saintess was asleep, and after listening to the two little girls' whispers, he decided to take them both in. He got up and walked through the two gauze curtains, just in time to hug the helpless Xiao Bi.

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