[Fantasy] Li Benfeng's Three Palaces and Six Courtyards (Complete) - 16-18

Chapter 84 Courtesy in the Boudoir, Respect for the Husband [Thirteen]

"Master, I'm afraid... Xiao Mei is up to no good." Xiao Bi's heart pounded like a deer's, unsure of what to say.

She had long awaited this day. Xiao Bi had been with Madam Feng since she was very young. She liked whatever Madam Feng liked—especially the erotic paintings Madam Feng created during her agonizing boudoir solitude—so she had known Ben Feng for a long time. Naturally, she regarded Ben Feng as "Master."

Madam Feng's erotic paintings had long since captured Ben Feng's true likeness, which could be considered a predestined fate—they had never met, but had seen him a thousand times in the paintings. Thinking of him a thousand times, painting him a thousand times, Xiao Bi had, of course, looked at him a thousand times, over and over again.

Xiao Bi would even wonder, is Master in heaven? Why hasn't he come down yet...?

"Don't be afraid, you've already seen me in Madam's paintings, haven't you?" Ben Feng gently stroked Xiao Bi's jade-like back. The thought of erotic paintings immediately brought to mind the image of Madam Feng unable to resist picking up her brush and painting, while the two young maids couldn't help but watch—all three women possessed unimaginable self-control.

"Master, a painting is a painting, and a person is a person; they're not the same," Xiao Bi's wildly beating heart calmed down a bit, and she became a little bolder.

"How are they different?" Ben Feng asked with a smile.

"The painting doesn't move, but the person does…it's scary…" Xiao Bi said the word "scary," lowered her head, glanced at Ben Feng's unusual object, and quickly turned her head away.

Ben Feng smiled, lowered his head, and kissed Xiao Bi's beautiful pink neck and her crystal-clear, jade-like ears, gently sucking on her round, delicate earlobes. Xiao Bi, this pure and innocent maid who already belonged to Ben Feng, was so aroused by his advances that she couldn't help but let out seductive moans that were both mesmerizing and soul-stirring, her beautiful body pressing against and rubbing against Ben Feng.

Benfeng gently placed his hands on her breasts, caressing and circling them at the base of her jade-like breasts. Xiaobi's clothes were completely soaked; touching them through the thin fabric was no different than touching them directly. Under Benfeng's meticulous caresses, her soft, tender breasts began to rise, and her nipples hardened and enlarged. Faced with an unprecedented reaction from her body, Xiaobi was at a loss. She had no strength to resist Benfeng's caresses, so she could only tightly close her beautiful eyes in "protest." Suddenly, Xiaobi felt a coolness on her chest. Startled, she slightly opened her beautiful eyes and saw that her soft, adorable white breasts had sprung up like a pair of little white doves.

It turned out that Benfeng had unknowingly removed her outer garment and unbuttoned her small, adorable undergarment. The cute and charming Xiaobi's jade-like face immediately turned bright red with embarrassment. She tightly closed her large eyes with their long, fluttering eyelashes, her heart filled with infinite shyness, her body feeling as if floating on clouds.

Xiaobi's breasts were not the large kind, but rather small and exquisite, as lovely as buds about to bloom, as if carved from white jade. Two pink nipples stood proudly atop her jade-like peaks, like two luscious red grapes, waiting to be plucked by a discerning eye.

Benfeng was ecstatic. He had initially thought Xiaobi's breasts were of exceptional quality, but he hadn't expected them to be so

flawless touched, Xiaobi felt waves of excited, burning heat coursing through her body, a faint blush rising to her fair skin.

Finally, Benfeng's hands reached the summit of her jade-like peaks. He grasped her adorable nipples, gently stroking and kneading them, until the small nipples swelled into a deep red. Benfeng took her left nipple into his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth while his tongue circled the areola. Waves of heat surged through Xiaobi, making her almost dizzy.

Xiaobi couldn't help but slightly open her cherry-red lips, gently licking the corners of her mouth.

Benfeng lifted her delicate chin, gazing at her with eyes filled with passionate flames. Xiaobi was flustered and her face flushed crimson. Benfeng slowly moved closer, his nose almost touching Xiaobi's small, delicate nose. Xiaobi felt the strong masculine scent and her mind went blank—Benfeng's lips moved towards her cherry lips at an extremely slow pace. Xiaobi had no way to avoid it; after a moment's hesitation, her fragrant lips were sealed. She hurriedly tried to push him away, but her hands were already captured by Benfeng.

Benfeng's kiss became even more passionate. Xiaobi was mesmerized by the kiss, her breath quickening. Benfeng's tongue gently pried open her jade teeth, and Xiaobi let out a soft moan, her cherry lips half-open, already being penetrated by his tongue. Xiaobi's cherry lips were breached, and she was even more shy, but overwhelmed by this new pleasure, she didn't know how to react and could only let Benfeng continue to tease her.

Skillfully kissing Xiao Bi, Ben Feng greedily absorbed the sweet nectar of Xiao Bi, who was experiencing her first sexual encounter… Xiao Bi was breathless from his kisses, her jade lips slightly parted, emitting a series of soft moans.

Ben Feng's right hand caressed her breasts, and taking advantage of her dazed state, he removed her remaining clothes.

Xiao Bi's entire beautiful jade-like body was completely naked before his eyes. Her snow-white skin was crystal clear, radiating a pure glow. Her slightly raised nipples, with sparse but well-arranged pubic hair, lay softly on her jade-like, snow-white thighs.

Xiao Bi was extremely shy, the blush spreading all the way to her ears. Seeing Ben Feng's burning gaze filled with desire, she quickly crossed her long and firm legs, and her hands also crossed to cover the two rosy nipples on her chest.

Her desire was aroused, and Xiao Bi even had a desire for her first experience; her reason and emotions were at odds. On one hand, she told herself to be patient and act like a lady, but on the other hand, the burning desire within her grew stronger and stronger. These two conflicting thoughts made Xiao Bi restless and unable to choose.

Ben Feng, however, couldn't wait any longer. He grabbed her ankles, parted her slender legs, and lifted her small, firm buttocks, bringing her beautiful sacred place before him. He saw that the slightly curled pubic hair was covered with dew-like nectar, which seeped from the petals like a flowing spring, emitting the unique fragrance of a young girl experiencing her first love.

Ben Feng buried his face in the petals, licking the sweet, tender red petals. The new stimulation completely extinguished any remaining reason Xiao Bi might have had to resist. Ben Feng's nimble tongue licked her tender vulva, the tip of his tongue lightly scraping the alluring pink valley, slowly pushing inward. Xiao Bi pressed Ben Feng's head down with both hands, as if trying to push him away, but she kept arching her slender waist, bringing her vulva closer to Ben Feng's mouth. When Benfeng's tongue ventured into her forbidden territory, she had already experienced an uncontrollable surge of desire, her body going limp.

Benfeng gently set Xiaobi down, his fingers slowly probing into her spring harbor, the delicate pink buds, his fingers tightly entwined by the warm, moist skin. His fingers gradually advanced... Xiaobi cried out softly, her passion blazing, nectar overflowing, filling Benfeng's palm. Xiaobi experienced wave after wave of pleasure, she began to let out loud moans, releasing wave after wave of ecstasy within her. He

thrust forward, pressing against her overflowing pink vulva, slightly parting the two beautiful tender lips, gently moving his waist, and before she knew it, Benfeng had leaped into her throes. The spring tide in her harbor, moist and slippery, Xiaobi felt little pain, letting Benfeng rub her sensitive sanctuary back and forth, her brows furrowing slightly, her head tilted back, panting softly.

Benfeng slowly pushed forward again. Xiao Bi felt herself being stretched open little by little, a peculiar painful pleasure that made her brows furrow. Ben Feng knew Xiao Bi was a virgin, so he didn't go all out, but moved slowly and gently. After a while, Xiao Bi's furrowed brows relaxed.

The tide was rising. Xiao Bi almost couldn't resist abandoning all her shyness and reserve to beg the master she was wholeheartedly serving to satisfy her.

Ben Feng sensed Xiao Bi's desire and suddenly thrust forward, grabbing Xiao Bi's legs—the assault that made her heart flutter began. Ben Feng violently entered and exited her newly awakened and breached sacred land. With each wave of Ben Feng's rapid attacks, Xiao Bi quickly reached the peak of ecstasy, her juices gushing out like a torrent…

Ben Feng held Xiao Bi's soft, limp body, his hands roaming over her smooth back and fragrant buttocks. Xiao Bi's pure, pretty face bore the satisfaction of lovemaking, a sweet smile playing on her lips. With the gentle breeze blowing, my nostrils were filled with Xiao Bi's intoxicating fragrance.

Xiao Bi's breathing gradually calmed down. Ben Feng turned her body to the side, placing one of her long, slender, white legs on his shoulder. He thrust forward and once again entered Xiao Bi's sacred space. This position, which men had used countless times in their sexual encounters, allowed him to penetrate her deeply. At first, Xiao Bi's delicate brows furrowed, her body trembled slightly, and her small hands gripped his arm tightly. Slowly, she began to respond gently.

After their previous passionate encounter, Ben Feng knew that Xiao Bi didn't like a stormy onslaught, but rather a gentle, drizzling touch. So he moved slowly and tenderly. Slowly and gently entering and exiting, the tender flesh inside Xiao Bi's cavity gently undulated, the layers of folds gently massaging the constantly moving object.

After a while, Ben Feng sat cross-legged on the ground, helping Xiao Bi to squat on his lap. He held her soft, boneless waist, guiding her body to move slightly up and down. Xiao Bi breathed softly in Ben Feng's ear, her continuous, gentle moans giving him immense pleasure.

Xiao Bi rested her head on Ben Feng's shoulder, her breath sweet and gentle. Ben Feng kissed her fragrant hair and snow-white neck with great affection, his hands supporting her soft, fragrant buttocks, moving slowly and gently. Her warm, soft, tender flesh

gave Ben Feng an indescribable comfort. The fluid flowed onto Ben Feng's body, and the grass beneath him was completely wet.

Slowly, Xiao Bi's fair, fragrant shoulders began to tremble. Ben Feng knew her spring tide was about to rise again, so he thrust a few more times with great force. Waves of hot heat surged through her body. Xiao Bi hugged Ben Feng tightly, her body convulsing violently. Her tight, soft spring valley began to contract intensely, making it impossible for Ben Feng to hold back any longer. He released the floodgates, and his semen entered her fragrant flower.

"Hmph... Master..." Xiao Bi let out a long sigh, softly collapsing into Ben Feng's arms.

Chapter 85 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [I]

Rain Room.

Feng Xiaolian, bound by the Black Fiend Spider Web, glared angrily at her enemy, Yu Chi Mingyue.

"You vixen, you wretched vixen! To become that brat Li Benfeng's wife, you actually helped him philander! How could you do this to my sister?" Feng Xiaolian racked her brains, trying to put some psychological pressure on Yu Chi Mingyue.

Several schemes failed her. This time, her attempt to secretly administer the Hundred Spider Soul-Destroying Poison to Benfeng was again discovered by Yu Chi Mingyue—using the principle of "an eye for an eye," Feng Xiaolian was no match for Yu Chi Mingyue in a magical battle. Even the Wuyi Purple Jade Silkworm was captured by Yu Chi Mingyue. The Black Fiend Spider Web had no effect on Yu Chi Mingyue, but Yu Chi Mingyue used the Clam Light Soul-Splitting Technique to use the Black Fiend Spider Web to trap Feng Xiaolian.

Undeterred by repeated defeats, Feng Xiaolian desperately plotted how to escape Yu Chi Mingyue's control.

"Feng Xiaolian, if it weren't for my husband's consideration that you're the sister of Lady Chu Lian, I would have thrown you into the Thousand-Layer Locked Yin Cave on Black Stone Peak long ago. The Five-Room Hell Ghost King would have captured you long ago." Yu Chi Mingyue, of course, knew Feng Xiaolian's wicked thoughts and wanted to tease her.

"You dare! That brat Li Benfeng said he wouldn't let me lose my soul. If you dare to hand me over to the Five-Room Hell Ghost King, don't expect any good outcome with that brat. He'll abandon you sooner or later, and you'll have a hard time cultivating your Demon King true form with him." Feng Xiaolian was guilty and genuinely afraid of being locked in the Thousand-Layer Locked Yin Cave by the Five-Room Hell Ghost King. She didn't dare to speak too harshly, but she also refused to back down.

"Are you threatening me? Humph!" Yu Chi Mingyue looked coldly at Feng Xiaolian. "With your pathetic ghostly abilities, you think you can see through my husband's thoughts... Let me tell you, you can't even see through Lady Chu Lian's true form, yet you treat her like your sister all day long. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Is it any of your business? I call her sister. She's my own sister. What can you do about it? You're still second wife after my sister. Humph, in my opinion, you're not even qualified to be second wife. You're neither human nor demon. You only became human because of my sister Ying Fuzhen." Feng Xiaolian finally thought that perhaps Ying Fuzhen could help her out of her current predicament.

"Sister, how did you offend Sister Mingyue again?" Ying Fuzhen appeared on a silver-leafed tree outside the room, her white clothes reflecting the clear moonlight.

Ying Fuzhen softly said to Yuchi Mingyue, "Sister Mingyue, I beg you, spare her. Her cultivation is rudimentary; she'll only cause trouble and won't amount to anything."

"Sister Fuzhen, if you're begging, then spare her. My husband has been exhausted all night; I'll go prepare a midnight snack for him." Yuchi Mingyue didn't treat Ying Fuzhen as an outsider; when she mentioned Benfeng, she naturally assumed Ying Fuzhen was one of the women in Benfeng's room.

Ying Fuzhen blushed.

...

Benfeng, having slept with three women, was in high spirits and fell into a deep sleep with Xiaobi in his arms.

Xiaobi, however, was clever. After only an hour, she quietly got up, put on her clothes, went to the outer room, and tiptoed to Xiaomei's bed. She nudged Xiaomei, "Xiaomei, where's my midnight snack? I'm hungry; bring it to me."

Xiaomei, unaware of the situation, quickly got up, took some snacks and nourishing soup, and went into the inner room. Seeing Benfeng lying naked on the bed, Xiaomei placed the midnight snack on the bedside table, her heart pounding as she walked to the bedside and softly called out, "Master."

Benfeng hummed in response and grabbed Xiaomei, saying, "Come on, go to sleep, go to sleep well."

"Master, have some midnight snack," Xiaomei said tremblingly, her heart filled with anticipation, yet she frantically tried to pull her hand away.

Benfeng gently massaged Xiaomei's fragrant shoulder with one hand, slowly moving it to her jade-like back, his fingertips inadvertently touching the acupoints between Xiaomei's sensitive meridians... Xiaomei closed her beautiful eyes in blissful ecstasy. A faint warmth spread throughout her body, and Mei felt as if she were bathed in the warm golden light of the sun, feeling incredibly comfortable, enjoying the hazy, intoxicating sensation. Gradually, Xiaomei's mind drifted into a state of increasingly hazy desire.

Sensing something amiss, Benfeng opened his eyes and saw that it was Xiaomei—the little girl had been so thoughtful all along, enduring so much until now; it was truly hard on her. Benfeng slowly moved his hand down, gently covering her slightly upturned buttocks.

Xiaomei's buttocks were round and elastic. Benfeng's hand kneaded her pink buttocks with varying speed and pressure, and Xiaomei's breathing gradually became rapid... It was time. Benfeng carefully unbuttoned her clothes. Then, he also removed her innermost undergarments.

Benfeng turned Xiaomei's shoulders and gently flipped her over. With just a gentle pull, her clothes obediently fell to the floor. Xiaomei's snow-white and crystal-clear body was completely exposed before Benfeng's eyes. Her well-proportioned jade-like breasts, smooth and shiny abdomen, and slender legs slightly bent covered most of her most private parts... A small part of her petals were vaguely visible, a truly alluring and beautiful sight. Benfeng grasped her small nipples and combed and pressed her jade-like breasts from top to bottom, changing their shape under his hands.

Xiaomei felt an unparalleled surge of energy through her body. Her beautiful eyes widened, and the scene before her startled her—her master was kneeling before the bed, his body pressed against her chest, his mouth and tongue lingering between her breasts—his hand was sliding down her lower abdomen, moving downwards.

Xiaomei, aroused, opened her mouth to cry out, but Benfeng's hand suddenly slid to her clitoris, pinching her delicate petals. "Master, no…" the words turned into a soft sob.

Benfeng's hand parted her petals and slowly slipped inside. He then lifted her legs and pushed them against her chest, her buttocks completely off the bed… The sparse, soft pubic hair swayed gently in Benfeng's breeze, the petals tightly closed, revealing only a slit glistening with dewdrops.

Two small, slightly raised mounds of tender flesh, pink and alluring, were incredibly alluring. Benfeng licked her delicate genitals, sending waves of pleasure through Xiaomei's body.

As Benfeng's tongue penetrated deeper, Xiaomei felt increasingly stimulated. Unconsciously, she spread her tender, white legs, letting Benfeng lick and tease her at will.

Her tender, white legs and round, beautiful buttocks moved incessantly, bringing her unparalleled pleasure. Accompanied by increasingly intense pleasure, a surge of heat suddenly welled up within her, and her juices gushed out, causing her to completely lose herself.

Benfeng grasped Xiaomei's legs, spreading them wide, and thrust himself into her already lubricated clitoris. A feeling of fullness filled her body, and Xiaomei let out a heart-stirring cry.

The penetration into the folds of Xiaomei's spring harbor aroused the passion of a young girl experiencing her first love. Xiaomei's fair and slender legs wrapped around Benfeng's waist, occasionally letting out captivating moans, responding passionately to his advances.

Benfeng, aroused, lifted her from the bed, placing her soft, white legs on his shoulders, pressing them against the railing-like bedposts, and thrusting harder and harder into the deepest part of her body. Xiaomei clung to Benfeng's neck, letting out long and short moans, enduring the man's fierce assault. A

torrent of fragrant sweat and flowing nectar gushed out, soaking a large patch of the gauze curtains draped over the bedposts. After a few particularly vigorous thrusts, Xiaomei's jade-like body tensed up, her snow-white body convulsing violently, and the honeyed fluid of spring tide flowed all over Benfeng.

Sensing this, Benfeng roared and passionately released his burning yang essence into Xiaomei. Xiaomei trembled heavily for a moment, then leaned softly against the bedpost.

Benfeng placed her on the bed, embracing her alluring body, and gently rubbed her pink back. Xiaomei closed her lovely phoenix eyes, enjoying Benfeng's tenderness.

Xiaobi gently pushed open the door and came in: "Xiaomei! Shouldn't you thank me?"

Xiaomei, still dazed, suddenly realized: "Oh, so it was you who was up to no good. Wait till I get my hands on you!"

Xiaobi laughed and said, "You should take care of yourself first!" As she spoke, Benfeng turned Xiaomei's jade-like body, making her face away from him, spread her legs, and with a thrust, used his rear end to plunge into her virgin spring bud. Xiao Mei let out a soft moan, no longer caring about Xiao Bi… Under the swift and persistent rhythm of the wind, she quickly reached her climax again: “Master… that’s enough… Xiao Mei can’t take it anymore…”

Seeing Xiao Mei’s joyful appearance overflowing with desire, Xiao Bi couldn’t help but feel a little jealous and decided to tease her. She grabbed Xiao Mei’s pair of bright red nipples and gently tugged at them.

Xiao Mei was already at her limit, and now, stimulated by her breasts, she could no longer hold back. Her whole body turned a light pink, her flower of passion bloomed to its fullest, nectar gushed out, and she fainted from excitement.

Xiao Bi was startled and looked at Ben Feng, asking in surprise, "Master, is Xiao Mei alright?"

Ben Feng released Xiao Mei's delicate body: "She's fine! She just fainted from pleasure. Now let me tease my Xiao Bi, I'm going to satisfy you!"

Xiao Bi's pretty face flushed: "Teasing me is fine! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Just like last time, Xiao Bi sat gracefully on Ben Feng, her body rising and falling, the man's manhood throbbing in her spring flower, feeling incredibly pleasurable.

Ben Feng wrapped his arms around Xiao Bi's slender waist, letting her rise and fall as she pleased. Watching Xiao Bi's long hair dance lightly, her jade-like breasts swaying with her body, he couldn't help but rub his chest muscles against her two adorable nipples.

The stimulation from both above and below slowly brought Xiao Bi to a climax. She squatted down a few times, exhaled a long breath, and, unable to contain herself, wrapped her arms around Ben Feng's neck, offering her passionate kisses.

Having enjoyed the pleasures of the two young maids, Benfeng was extremely satisfied. He embraced one in each arm and quickly drifted off to sleep. Indeed, having conquered two such beautiful maids, there were no more taboos about their intimate moments.

...

The sun shone brightly on the clouds, but Benfeng remained fast asleep. The Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye were also soundly asleep, lost in their dreams. Xiaobi and Xiaomei got up, ate a simple meal, and, as if afraid of being seen by Madam Mingyue, quietly boarded their sedan chairs and returned to the Wang family mansion. These past two days, Madam Feng had been exceptionally busy. A dozen or so boys and girls, only four or five years old, had been discovered in the underground caves of Fengjiabao. Madam Feng, Xiaobi, and Xiaomei had to care for them every day.

Madam Feng and the two cooks in the kitchen prepared breakfast for the children. Returning to her room, she found the two maids, their faces radiant with spring-like joy, chattering and teasing each other. The two maids were completely different from usual; their faces glowed with a captivating allure, no longer resembling little girls.

"My husband has finally won them over..." Madam Feng knew it was Benfeng's doing, but deliberately asked, "Did you two encounter some extraordinary adventure?"

Xiao Bi sweetly replied, "Madam, Xiao Mei and I met a divine physician, a miracle worker! He healed two women from the Western Regions in no time at all!"

"I am also a divine physician, and I can also make you travel to Wushan!" A powerful, demonic voice suddenly rang out.

King Menmolu appeared. He had a high, straight nose, reddish-black eyes, and pupils as black as ink, almost entirely black. In his hand, he held a shiny black human bone.

"Listen up! No woman chosen by me, Menmoro, will escape! Pray to your God-King, and you will become one of the three hundred Holy Maidens!"

A demonic voice boomed! The entire Wang family mansion suddenly fell silent after the demonic voice.

Chapter 86 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [II]

Dark Sanctuary. A Dark Sanctuary floated above the Wang family mansion. It was a magical artifact that King Menmoro had left idle for nine hundred years.

The thirteen Dark Elders in the Dark Sanctuary stretched out their arms and legs like old men who hadn't seen the sun for years, peering out from the gaps in the interwoven magic arrays.

The Dark Sanctuary was blood-red, dazzling blood-red, eye-catching blood-red.

The Dark Sanctuary, descending lower and lower, pressed down on the old man. Above Li's head... perhaps not a pressure, Benfeng felt himself being lifted up like a kite, involuntarily drifting into the Dark Sanctuary.

Benfeng was imprisoned in the darkness of ignorance, only able to sense his remaining life through the pulse lines in his sea of consciousness. His perception was also ethereal, surrounded by boundless space—the Dark Sanctuary was like a gigantic constellation, a behemoth swallowing the stars.

A ray of light appeared—in the vast experimental space, suddenly appeared one after another stream of water shimmering with seven-colored light waves.

The Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea.

Finally seeing his sect's Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea... before Benfeng could examine it closely, the voice of King Menmolu suddenly rang in his ears: "Boy, how does my God-King magic weapon taste? Below the God-King, all land belongs to the King. Ying Shui Zhou Zhe Xing Ge..." "The Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea is nothing but a trifle!

" A burst of ear-piercing laughter erupted.

The Mute King, clutching a piece of human bone, appeared. A three-zhang-wide void appeared in the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea formation surrounding Mount Tianlai. The Mute King stood arrogantly in the void, laughing maniacally.

Suddenly, the Mute King's laughter ceased. He had received a fatal, divine blow. A wisp of his natal sword essence drifted out from among the thousands of purple lotuses, landing slowly, like a falling feather, on the Mute King's spiritual platform. Several golden rays flashed, spiraling down along the central meridian of the Mute King's demonic body. The Mute King roared, and his physical body exploded! The demon king's natal spirit turned into drifting dust. The thousands of lotus swords of the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea once again densely wove into an impenetrable formation.

Luo Mangli, one of the Ten Golden Immortals of Kunlun, gracefully emerged, a sorrowful smile on her face. With a flick of her finger, the Golden Palace Natal Sword Yuanzun, which had severely injured the Three Yang True Man and the Bright Moon Maiden, instantly shattered into dust.

She turned her head sadly to look at the newly mended Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea Formation, and then, with another turn, her beautiful body drifted down like petals.

Drifting… Luo Xianzi's body drifted piece by piece into the Dark Sanctuary.

The demonic voice of King Menmala suddenly roared again: Ying Shui Prefecture, Zhexing Pavilion, you… you actually lied… hahaha… despicable… supremely despicable!

Ben Feng was oblivious to King Menmala's roar; he stared blankly at his sect's Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea Formation.

He just stared blankly.

After a long while, Benfeng felt his stomach violently protesting, and only then did his consciousness awaken.

He felt something extra in his hand:

a water lily—not the water lily of the mortal world. Benfeng couldn't quite describe the feeling, but upon seeing this water lily, he thought of Luo Mangli, the Kunlun Golden Immortal who had forcefully broken through the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea with his natal sword essence.

Luo Mangli had destroyed his natal sword essence, sacrificing everything to break through the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea—the natal sword essence, forged by a Golden Immortal with his true body over a thousand years, meant that if the natal sword essence was broken, the true body was also broken.

The Kunlun Golden Palace's natal sword essence was originally formed by combining the natal sword essences of three Golden Immortals: Shi Taijue, Luo Jia, and Luo Mangli. Luo Mangli's divine strike against King Menmolu, sacrificing his own Golden Immortal body, only revealed his own natal sword essence.

Shi Taijue and Luo Jia, however, remained calm and composed in the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea, their true bodies unchanged.

"Despicable, utterly despicable!" King Menmala's roar hit the nail on the head.

A fellow Golden Immortal scheming against another Golden Immortal—could this be considered the supreme law of Daoist cultivation, "Every man for himself"? Golden Immortals are already powerful beings high above in the eyes of otherworldly Daoist cultivators, not to mention the endless admiration of those in the mortal world who have spent hundreds of years cultivating to reach the Innate Realm.

Even such powerful beings, deserving of endless admiration, still resort to despicable means to reach the heavens.

A chill ran down my spine.

The energy channels in my sea of consciousness were scattered and disordered, and only four words remained in my heart: utter despair. The only slight comfort was the faintly glowing water lily in my hand.

If only there were soil in King Menmala's enormous demonic artifact, this water lily might take root, sprout, and slowly grow.

In the boundless darkness, the Demon King's primordial spirit, shattered by Luo Mangli's life-bound sword essence, was being devoured by the Dark Sanctuary like drifting catkins… The Demon King's primordial spirit was resilient and patient enough; his unwavering will to survive, coupled with the will of Heaven, allowed him to preserve the life force of his primordial spirit.

The Dark Sanctuary—an ominous object that the Demon Kings both loved and hated. They would only unleash this artifact, bound to their very existence, if faced with the imminent threat of annihilation.

Survival above all else—the only unwavering principle that the Demon Kings of Mount Moro accepted, even at the cost of their lives.

Benfeng, utterly despondent, wandered aimlessly within the Dark Sanctuary—the mad devouring power of the Dark Sanctuary slowly subsided, the Demon King's primordial spirit regained its vitality, and the Dark Sanctuary became docile, gradually transforming from a colossal behemoth into a mere four-inch-tall wooden tower.

The oppressive weight of utter despair vanished, and Benfeng, feeling completely at ease, looked up at the vast, distant sky dotted with countless stars. A surge of vital energy coursed through his heart, and the veins of his consciousness stretched out in all directions, clearly audible to Benfeng within a twenty-mile radius.

First, he heard the wanton laughter of several foreign women. Their voices were similar to those of the Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye.

Calming himself, Benfeng saw the four-inch-tall wooden tower beneath his feet. Around the tower were several strange flowers whose names he couldn't identify.

Had he transmigrated again? Or was he being reborn, reincarnated once more? The Asura Path? Hell?

Benfeng looked at the water lily he held in his hands. Seeing it, he muttered, "May you gather many, for this is the most cherished of love"—the water lily was no ordinary object, the abode of Fairy Luo's true form. If not for divine intervention, obtaining it would likely take ten thousand years.

The weak voice of King Menmolu resounded: "Boy, you've entered my territory..."

Benfeng was startled. The strange sounds could be detected within a twenty-mile radius of the pulse points in his sea of consciousness. How could the Demon King be so close and still so oblivious!

Hearing the voice of the Mute King sent another chill down Ben Feng's spine!

This guy really wasn't dead!

Ben Feng could tell that the Demon King's voice was as faint as a spider's thread, a voice hanging by a thread. He couldn't help but sigh: even the most powerful being, when severely injured, would want to grasp at a straw. Having just escaped the oppressive weight of "utter despair," Ben Feng least wanted to hear the voice of the Mute King. Not wanting to have anything to do with the infinitely despicable Demon King, and too lazy

to even exchange a word with him, Ben Feng arrogantly raised his head, lifted his foot, and walked along a narrow path that wasn't exactly a mountain path, toward a pavilion. The Mute King's weak voice rose again: "Boy, the divine artifact is before you, how can you not take it?"

Ben Feng's sea of consciousness had reached the Mute King's dwelling place; the old bastard had actually hidden in that dilapidated four-inch-tall wooden tower. Benfeng looked at the wooden tower leaning in the grass with a hint of mockery. "The divine artifact is yours. It's yours to use your despicable methods to become the King of Ten Thousand Demons. You old codger, you've been through so much and you're still alive? It's fate playing tricks on you. While your three hundred holy maidens on the mountain are still unaware that you were beaten to a pulp by the Golden Immortal of Kunlun, quickly find a holy maiden you like and impregnate her. If you succeed, your holy maiden will become a concubine of a wealthy and powerful family by some twist of fate. You old codger, you'll still be able to..." "If you're doing well, and then commit some shameless burning, killing, and looting, maybe even slaughter a royal family, and do dozens of such despicable acts, in three to five hundred years, you old bastard can reclaim your Demon King territory."

Upon hearing Benfeng's words, King Menmala suddenly raised his voice: "Enough! Yesterday's glory is all fleeting; now I only want to save my life! Survival is paramount!"

To save his life, King Menmala had to protect that four-inch-tall dark "divine artifact." If those two greedy old monsters, Su Chuo and Wang Xicang, saw this "divine artifact," they would give up everything to possess it.

But he'd encountered a blockhead who treated the "divine artifact" like it was nothing. King Menmala really wanted to slap this increasingly distant blockhead.

Suddenly, King Menmala thought of the two "demonic artifacts" among the "divine artifacts": the Eight-Sided Tongue-Born Stone and the Myriad Manifestations Earth Yin Rock. The Dark Sanctuary, this demon king's magic weapon, knew its value well. Activating its demonic power, it first seized these two demonic artifacts, coveted by worldly cultivators. King Menmala, with its superior intellect, concluded that Li Benfeng, that blockhead, couldn't possibly be indifferent to these two demonic artifacts!

"Miss Mingyue!" King Menmala, worthy of its title as a demon king, brilliantly used the few wisps of demonic thought it had just gathered to loudly proclaim four words to Benfeng.

Benfeng turned back, took a few quick steps, put the water lily that Fairy Luo had entrusted to him into his Hundred Treasures Robe, grabbed the rotten wooden pagoda from the grass, and threw it at a boulder in front of him. "You old bastard, you're persistent! I'll smash this piece of trash of yours and see where you can hide now... If the Golden Immortals of Kunlun knew that your divine artifact was on Mount Moro, they would probably leave not a single blade of grass on your damned sacred mountain!"

"Let's make a deal. With your late-stage Innate Realm cultivation, if you take my divine artifact, you'll definitely achieve twice the results with half the effort, making rapid progress. It won't be long before you reach the Nascent Soul Out-of-Body Realm! You're the first blockhead I've encountered in nine hundred years! It's simply infuriating! You! You actually dared to throw my divine artifact!" King Moro's voice was truly furious.

A demonic cultivator of nine hundred years, possessing unparalleled intelligence and a demon king driven by an insatiable, self-preserving mentality, was utterly helpless against a stubborn, unyielding blockhead… If this demon king were at the height of his demonic power, even with ten lives, I, Feng, would have vanished.

Fortunately, the rotten wooden tower that King Menmala both loved and hated was impervious to the slightest damage from worldly things.

Times had changed. Now, King Menmala's only thought was survival. In this world, only I, Feng, could preserve the demon king's true life and primordial spirit.

King Menmala, driven by an obsession with survival, reassembled his true life and primordial spirit, his primordial spirit already harboring a scheme. This scheme remained completely unnoticed by the Holy Emperor and Holy Empress of Chang'an.

The will of Heaven is hard to defy. Benfeng had no desire to have anything to do with King Menmaluo, yet he was chosen by him with a mixture of love and hate—the wisdom honed over nine hundred years was precisely what King Menmaluo had taken a liking to this blockhead who treated divine artifacts like worthless trash. This blockhead of Benfeng could never have imagined that King Menmaluo, this infinitely despicable demon king, had already used Yang Jian, the most powerful of the nine kings in Chang'an, and the ruthless Empress Dugu Jialuo as furnaces for his demonic cultivation.

The Demon King is indeed a Demon King.

Unable to withstand the shamelessness, cunning, and persuasive tongue of the Demon King, I picked up the rotten wooden pagoda, strung it together with a vine, and slung it over my shoulder. My condition for the Demon King was to keep quiet for three hours.

The Demon King finally shut up. With peace and quiet, I dug up some snow water by the pavilion to quench my thirst. My stomach was rumbling; I longed to find some wild game to fill my belly. The

vast Moro Mountain, stretching for thousands of miles, was nothing but piles of snow, trees, and weeds. I searched my mind for over twenty miles around, but found nothing to eat.

Birds had vanished from the mountains, and human tracks were nowhere

to be found. I wanted to ask the Demon King if there was anything to eat on this godforsaken mountain. Benfeng's mouth had just opened when he heard a woman's voice coming from the wooden tower: "Husband, sixty li to the east is the Black Lotus Hall of the Black Lotus Saintess, where there are many delicious things." It

was Yuchi Mingyue's voice.

Hearing Madam Mingyue's tender words, Benfeng felt great and couldn't help but pick up the wooden tower and kiss it. With Madam Mingyue around, even if birds could hatch from boredom on Mount Moro, he could still enjoy a carefree and colorful lovemaking with Madam Mingyue...

Chapter 87 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Part 3]

Benfeng thought that Miss Mingyue had followed him, but when Miss Mingyue stretched out her shrunken, ethereal demon body inside the four-inch wooden tower, Benfeng realized the truth. The rotten wooden tower of King Moro actually had a demonic restriction.

If it weren't for Miss Mingyue's Clam Light Soul Splitting Technique, Miss Mingyue would have had great difficulty even speaking. The thirteen elders of the Dark Temple, quite smug and lewd like monsters who couldn't bear the light, greedily gazed at the faintly greenish human form of the Bright Moon Maiden. The Bright Moon Maiden's ethereal demonic form and her newly cultivated human form complemented each other perfectly within the wooden tower, captivating the old monsters.

Inside the wooden tower was also the troublesome ghost, Feng Xiaolian. Feng Xiaolian had inadvertently gotten herself into this predicament. This little devil hadn't expected that her deliberate attempt to lure the Black Lotus Saintess into stealing Benfeng's Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, with little chance of success, would actually draw out the King of Mutero.

A conspiracy within a conspiracy, a despicable act within a despicable act, the King of Mutero attempted to scheme against the Golden Palace Sword Yuanzun of the three Golden Immortals of Kunlun. In the end, Fairy Luo broke her Golden Immortal body and transformed into a water lily, the arrogant Demon King's physical body exploded, and his primordial spirit became a wandering soul, hiding in the four-inch wooden tower, desperately seeking survival.

The Moonlit Maiden recounted in her soft, sweet voice the general outline of King Menmala's nine-hundred-year-long, sordid life. Upon hearing this, Benfeng's heart opened, and he burst into laughter. King Menmala's nine-hundred-year life was fleeting; he died twenty-nine times. The most perilous moment was his extreme arrogance in forcing his way into the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea. Had it not been for the Dark Sanctuary's demonic artifact, which he both loved and hated, barely saving him, King Menmala would have truly become a mere superfluous wisp of smoke.

Only then did Benfeng realize that the dilapidated wooden tower before him was the colossal Dark Sanctuary. The "divine artifact" King Menmala spoke of was not mere boasting. The eight-sided, multifaceted, womb-born stone encased the wooden tower, without a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation. Seeing the Dark Sanctuary for the first time, and its colossal true form, Benfeng felt utterly incapable of resisting. With his late-stage Innate Realm cultivation, Benfeng could only feel utter despair.

The Moonlit Maiden, currently under the Dark Sanctuary's demonic restrictions, was not feeling well. He could only speak, but his human form couldn't leave the wooden tower. Miss Mingyue didn't seem too concerned about the Dark Sanctuary's demonic restrictions. Given King Menmala's absolute disadvantage of prioritizing survival, he would have to agree to any condition she set. Miss Mingyue quite smugly retracted her thousand-year-old demon body, now shrunk to two inches, and sat upright in the wooden tower like an immortal, recounting in detail the astonishing feat of Fairy Luo Mangli, who had abandoned her physical body to use her natal sword essence to dissolve the three thousand lotus swords and escape the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea.

After listening to Miss Mingyue's story, all the doubts in Benfeng's mind were dispelled. The girl named Mingyue smiled at the wooden pagoda, stretched out her hand, and lightly flicked her finger across the dark pillar through the pagoda's window. She then said, "Demon King, I'll make a deal with you. If you want to speak, release Lady Mingyue… If you don't agree, that's fine too. Lady Mingyue and I will start our studies soon. If anything happens to the Eight-Sided Tongue Stone, and your rotten wooden pagoda collapses, your wretched life will be your own business, and have nothing to do with me."

"Deal," King Menmala said. King Menmala seemed eager to recount his nine hundred years of despicable glory, as if afraid he wouldn't have time to talk, and began to ramble on to Benfeng. King Menmala was very arrogant, boasting that his act of venturing into the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea was comparable to experiencing three tribulations of lightning, and even showing off how the Three Yang True Man had withstood three natal sword energies without hindrance, thus elevating his own foolish act to the same level.

This guy's shamelessness is unparalleled; he even wants to claim credit for Fairy Luo's effortless escape from the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea.

The Bright Moon Maiden, freed from the demonic arts' restrictions, chuckled and gracefully emerged from the wooden tower.

Once freed, her figure returned to normal. The Thousand-Year Moon Wheel Demon King's eerie aura gave her a faint green glow.

The lewd old monsters inside the tower emitted strange, chattering cries.

"Make them shut up. If I hear it again, our deal is off immediately," Benfeng threatened King Menmala.

King Menmala, as if following a scripture, immediately mumbled a few words in a foreign tongue. The old monsters covered their mouths, falling silent. King Menmala then launched into a tirade about the grandeur of Chang'an and the royal secrets of the two emperors enduring hardship to strengthen their bodies with elixirs.

Benfeng ignored it all and walked side by side with Mingyue for over five miles until they reached the Black Lotus Saintess's residence. The residence had a bed and all the necessities for eating, drinking, and lodging. As long as there was food and drink, that was fine. Benfeng and Mingyue entered the residence, and Benfeng showed the maids one of the Black Lotus Saintess's personal belongings. The maids immediately began bustling about, running inside and outside, preparing a feast for Benfeng.

Benfeng moved to the window and looked at the mountains outside. The mountains were vast, almost entirely covered in snow, with only a few clumps of green grass or a solitary, extremely hardy tree. A little further away from the window was a stone pavilion. A

white stone pavilion. Behind the pavilion were mountains of stone that were whiter than snow itself.

Purple Moluo Mountain, the Black Lotus Saintess's former residence. The sacred mountain, revered and worshipped by the indigenous monsters stretching for thousands of miles, was actually the supreme realm where demon kings, practicing their utterly despicable laws, reigned supreme with unparalleled freedom. "

Utterly despicable, supremely free.

" These eight characters were inscribed on the pillars of the white stone pavilion. The calligraphy was vigorous and powerful. These eight characters, seemingly imbued with a mysterious magic array by some demon king, appeared to float in the air, quite ethereal.

Benfeng grinned. He had already witnessed the despicable nature of the talkative demon king, but "supreme freedom" was certainly something to discuss with him. Living in constant danger, finding amusement amidst hardship was the least he could hope for; true freedom was a distant dream.

The Bright Moon Maiden spoke a few words to a maid, went inside, changed into a set of clothes, and even donned some headdresses once worn by the Black Lotus Saintess.

She was exceptionally beautiful and radiant.

Wearing less, she exudes the alluring and bewitching charm of the thousand-year-old demon king; wearing more, adorned with headdresses, she reveals a delicate and ethereal beauty. The human form of the thousand-year-old demon king, refined through countless transformations, is enough to captivate a city with a single

glance, and a nation with a second. The two maids standing beside Miss Mingyue stared wide-eyed, their hands pressed to their chests, murmuring prayers.

Feng Xiaolian moved erratically within the wooden tower. Judging from her expression, she had something to say but couldn't. The three old monsters of the Holy Temple stared intently at her. Benfeng smiled, wagged his finger at Feng Xiaolian, and said, "Lady Xiaolian has a personal attendant now; the three elders of the God King are by her side. She has reason to be proud."

Miss Mingyue smiled sweetly, took her husband Benfeng's arm, and sat on the feathered carpet in the central hall. A very tall maid placed a long, exquisitely crafted table before Benfeng and Miss Mingyue. The table's trim, decorated with dragons and phoenixes, resembled the work of craftsmen from Jiangnan.

Four or five maids brought in bowls and plates, steaming hot.

Benfeng was truly hungry and began to eat voraciously. He grabbed food with his hands and gnawed away, devouring everything in sight.

King Menmalo, adept at reading people, kept Benfeng quiet the entire time. After Benfeng finished eating, King Menmalo used telepathy to make a second request.

The talkative demon king deliberately avoided mentioning Miss Mingyue.

His second request was for three hundred holy maidens. King Menmalo was very generous, wanting Benfeng to accept all three hundred holy maidens.

Benfeng laughed and waved his hand, "You old rascal, always so eager to please."

King Menmalo smiled sinisterly.

Miss Mingyue giggled a few times, then nestled against Benfeng and fed him two Purple Snow Fruits. These were rare fruits from Purple Moro Mountain, tributes from the holy maidens to the demon king, just brought up by a maid.

King Menmalo was afraid Miss Mingyue would ruin his scheme involving the three hundred holy maidens. King Menmalo had already calculated that, given Benfeng's nature, the three hundred holy maidens would not accept them all.

Most of the three hundred holy maidens were meant for the nobles and princes of Chang'an, the capital of the Sui Dynasty, to enjoy their lives. King Moro wanted me to take a few of his favorites, and send the rest to Chang'an.

Only I had the power to disguise the holy maidens of Mount Moro as tribute from the small kingdoms of the Western Regions and deliver them to Chang'an unharmed. My status as the sect leader of the Tianlian Sect of Mount Tianlai, coupled with my master's pursuit of power at Mount Jingtu, the battle at Qianmen Town, the appearance of the six Golden Immortals, the flying boat formation of Mount Shu, and the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea of the Zhexing Pavilion in Yingshui Continent—such a scene, rarely seen in thousands of years, is almost unheard of even by first and second-generation disciples of the secluded Daoist sects. This kind of celestial phenomenon and change in fortune has caused an unprecedented upheaval in the Demon Realm in five thousand years. (

Cauldron/Furnace) King Menmala most desired were the two emperors of the Great Sui Dynasty, two furnaces that no amount of gold or silver could buy—using the emperors, the most powerful of the nine kings, as furnaces was a thought few demon kings would dare to entertain on the brink of death.

Although they were the most powerful among mortals, they still held the fate of countless lives in their hands. Such an artifact for forging demonic arts could lead to utter destruction with the slightest mistake.

King Menmala, of course, could not reveal such a conspiracy—Benfeng, being of a tranquil nature, could be dealt with, but King Menmala dared not underestimate the maiden Mingyue beside Benfeng.

Demon cultivators and demonic cultivators followed different paths, and even at their peak, King Menmala had little chance of victory. The only consolation was that the thousand-year-old demon king was now a mortal cultivator. He had entered the mortal world through the path of the otherworldly, and was methodically cultivating the Dao in a human body.

However, the thousand-year-old demon king, having descended to the mortal world in a human body, and with only a dozen years of worldly cultivation, was able to reach the other shore. The twists and turns of his thousand-year demonic cultivation were vividly imprinted in his human consciousness, which was quite perplexing. Menmaluo had preserved the demon king's primordial spirit, condensing it to the point of a wandering soul's abode. He would then compress all the memories of his consciousness into the Dark Sanctuary, where it would reside as a soul—a process that would take anywhere from three hundred to three hundred years. Whether his primordial spirit could leave his body depended on fate. This opponent, the thousand-year-old moon-wheel demon king, filled Menmaluo with a sudden sense of defeat. The thousand-year-old demon king's human consciousness was as deep and vast as the sea, while the demon king's newly formed primordial spirit consciousness, upon first touching it, almost caused him to lose all hope.

A gamble. Menmaluo was willing to gamble everything.

Hearing Benfeng's hearty, innocent laughter, Menmaluo felt slightly "comforted." Benfeng only asked for two holy maidens: one was Zimowomoyege—the sect leader of the Black Lotus Sect, and the other was Princess Yunye. Benfeng asked for two women, which gave King Menmolu an even greater sense of "comfort."

Benfeng happily ate eight purple snow fruits and drank a cup of tea, and then lay down in Xiaoyao with Miss Mingyue. Miss Mingyue showed Benfeng several erotic paintings newly painted by Madam Feng.

The holy maidens were passionate, and the maids were just coming of age. Madam Feng painted a realistic version of the night Benfeng had his fourth spring, with the Black Lotus Holy Maiden, Princess Yunye, Xiaomei, and Xiaobi in a wild and unrestrained manner.

The painting skills were delicate and detailed.

Chapter 88 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [IV]

If Madam Feng came to Mount Molu and had some free time with Benfeng, she could paint a few pictures of "Silly Goose and Three Hundred Holy Maidens," which would probably make paper expensive in Chang'an, the capital of the Sui Dynasty.

Tang Yin's "Ladies in Spring" paintings once caused a sensation in a certain dynasty, leading to a paper shortage in Luoyang.

My family practices traditional Chinese medicine, and I've seen a few erotic paintings, but none as exquisitely detailed as Madam Feng's, which, while not strictly meticulous, is as refined as a fine brushwork. Madam Feng's study of such works clearly reflects her deep empathy and emotional investment.

Looking at the thin veils covering the Black Lotus Saintess's shapely legs in the painting, I couldn't help but glance at what covered Mingyue's legs. Mingyue was wearing one of the Black Lotus Saintess's black gauze skirts.

This long, flowing skirt, past the knees, was as thin as a cicada's wing—the Black Lotus Saintess's favorite. That night, when the Black Lotus Saintess transformed into Lady Relian to seduce me, she was wearing this very gauze skirt. That night, if it weren't for Feng Xiaolian's scheming and manipulative schemes, and the Black Lotus Saintess dancing gracefully before me in her flowing gauze dress, displaying her alluring exotic charm, I, this fool, would probably have shown her mercy and avoided a fight... Ironically, by a twist of fate, I still managed to bring the Black Lotus Saintess into my room.

The flowing gauze dress, worn by the beautiful Ming Ganyue lying on the bed, gave her a completely different kind of allure.

Her jade-like skin, barely covering her legs, swayed with her graceful waist, the dress billowing and fluttering. I couldn't resist; one hand touched the gauze, caressing it tenderly.

Mingyue held another delicately drawn erotic painting of the Black Lotus Saintess, clad only in a few wisps of soft gauze. Her breasts, capable of captivating beauty, pressed gently against Benfeng, and she whispered softly, "Husband, if only the Saintess were here tonight..."

"Mmm..." Benfeng, thoroughly enjoying himself, pressed his head against Mingyue's priceless treasures, his other hand encircling her slender waist.

A foreign moon, a foreign dwelling, a foreign land, yet there was this boundless tenderness of boudoir pleasure.

If no one had spoiled the mood, Benfeng's night would have been filled with boundless springtime.

A loud bang, and a dozen purple daggers shot into the outer hall. A woman carrying a red stone sword barged in.

The four-foot-long stone sword seemed utterly incongruous with the woman's alluring figure, clad in a delicate breastplate.

With an uninvited guest, Benfeng had no choice but to rise. As Miss Mingyue had said, her thousand years of cultivation had been spent fighting and navigating perilous situations.

The exceptionally alluring woman, dressed in a red gauze skirt and red underpants, possessed a face as white as jade, arms translucent and glistening, and eyes like pools of water, yet gleaming with a terrifying ferocity.

"Come out! Men inside, come out! Tell me, is the Demon King dead or alive!" The woman's voice was quite pleasant.

A trembling maid responded, "Xue Que Womo Yege, you've come to the wrong place. This is no longer the domain of the Holy King Menmo Luo..."

"Enough nonsense! Despicable, all of you despicable!" Xue Que Womo Yege spoke in the language of the southern aristocracy, which I understood, but I couldn't decipher the maid's words.

Xue Que Yege, carrying her greatsword, went straight into the inner room.

I wasn't dressed yet. Miss Mingyue had somehow loosened my belt, and I had just managed to tuck away my complicated men's attire.

The Moon Maiden seemed not to hear anything, lying languidly on the bed, her beautiful eyes opening and closing slightly.

Truly enchanting! A romantic scene was about to turn into a bloodbath, yet she remained too lazy to even raise an eyebrow.

"Tell me, where is the Demon King?" Xue Que Yege pointed his long sword directly at the Moon Maiden on the bed.

Ben Feng said, "Whether that fool King Menmolu lives or dies is none of our business. My wife and I are peacefully sleeping in bed, and you, woman, are incredibly rude, barging in like this! What kind of logic is that!"

Mingyue and Benfeng, their minds in sync, giggled a few times. She lightly lifted one of her jade-like legs, hooking it around Benfeng's unfastened belt, and gently pulled it, softly uttering a tender, seductive whisper: "Husband, I haven't had my fill yet."

Xueque Yege, already seething with anger, couldn't tolerate Mingyue's dismissive and evasive words. This pair of scoundrels, of unknown origin, were so arrogant and condescending. His anger could no longer be contained; he suddenly raised his four-foot-long sword and slashed straight down without any flourish.

Benfeng didn't have time to raise his sword; with a shout of "Yes!", his sword wheel was released, striking the ruthless woman's four-foot-long sword. Mingyue drew the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword from Benfeng's treasured robe, letting out a delicate cry, but she didn't swing it. Only after Benfeng swiftly retreated to the floor did she hand the sword to him. The

ruthless woman's sword struck the bed. The entire bed split into three pieces. Benfeng, holding up his trousers in one hand and the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword in the other, looked utterly disheveled. The

ruthless woman swung her sword again! This time, however, the strike carried a body-crushing force.

Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword grew a foot longer, a clear blue sword cloud swirling around it, the dragon flying up and piercing directly through the greatsword's blade, striking Xue Que Yege's right shoulder.

A sword hole, a bloody hole.

Xue Que Yege, however, ignored it completely and unleashed a third, relentless strike.

This strike startled Benfeng! Benfeng felt as if his very soul was about to be incinerated—the incineration demonic art, not yet fully formed, if unleashed by the Mundara King at his peak, Benfeng feared he would truly be reduced to ashes.

Even with the triple incineration demonic art, its power was terrifying. The purple wooden bed, which Benfeng had just spent some tender time with Mingyue, now broken into three pieces, burst into flames and instantly turned to ashes.

The Moonlit Maiden chuckled, releasing her Watery White Silk, her words still sharp: "So young, haven't you ever seen a man before? Staring at my husband, chopping and setting fires, not a shred of tenderness!"

The Watery White Silk enveloped Xue Que Yege, water and fire clashing, a thick white mist enveloping the entire room. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ben Feng pulled up his trousers and fastened his belt. As

the mist dissipated, Ben Feng saw Xue Que Yege lying on the floor, mouth agape, speechless, staring at him with phoenix eyes that seemed to bulge out of their sockets. Xue Que Yege was incredibly unlucky. Her Triple Burning Demon Art had encountered the Watery White Silk, the signature technique of the Thousand-Year Moon Wheel Demon King. The flames burned away, turning into swirling mist, and then, inexplicably, she was bound by the Moonlit Maiden's Watery Silk. The

Moonlit Maiden, however, had vanished without a trace.

Ben Feng heard shouts and the sounds of fighting.

Beside the pavilion outside the window, a dozen or so strangely shaped male slaves, used by the holy maidens of Mount Moro for their cultivation, were gathered. Tall or short, fat or thin, fair or dark-skinned, they seemed to be a veritable

encyclopedia of lewd men. One of the slaves was engaged in a one-on-one duel with a seductive woman clad in a red breastplate.

The slave seemed to prefer underhanded tactics. Staring at the woman's strong, muscular legs, he chuckled sinisterly, leaped behind the pavilion's stone railing, and with a sudden movement of his hands, a burst of purple light erupted. Four purple demonic spikes struck the woman in red armor, hitting her squarely in the chest. The seductive woman in red armor merely snorted contemptuously, lightly shaking her body, causing the four spikes to fall to the ground. The woman's breastplate flashed red light, pressing forward. The slave roared a few times, and two flames suddenly erupted from his hands. One flame shot out, but was blocked by the red armor. Clearly, this was no ordinary armor; it easily dealt with the slave's mediocre demonic flames.

The male slave was terrified, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. Just as he was about to unleash his life-saving Purple Silk Thorn again, the red-armored woman roared and leaped into the air, leaving the male slave stunned and helpless. The red-armored woman landed before the male slave like a mountain goddess, their noses almost touching. Before the male slave could react, he felt several powerful blows to his head, chest, and abdomen. He clearly couldn't withstand it, and with two loud groans, he vomited everything in his stomach. Only then did the red-armored woman draw the greatsword from her back and slam it down hard on the male slave's back!

The male slave was slammed to the ground, and the red-armored woman kicked him fiercely. In just a few kicks, the male slave was already in his mouth and nose.

"You lowly man, you despicable man, I'll teach you to be lowly, I'll teach you to be despicable!" the red-armored woman said in broken Southern Mandarin, borrowed from Xue Que Ye Ge.

The woman in red armor flipped the male slave over with a flick of her foot, looked up at the circle of slaves, and said with disdain, "You despicable, shameless trash, weren't you so fierce just now? Wanting to have me, didn't you? Come on, let me see what you worthless people have to offer, whether you can satisfy me." Her words were harsh, and her stomp was even harsher, her dark red boot stomping heavily on the slave's crotch.

The slave's face instantly turned purplish-red, unable to scream. He gripped the woman's boot tightly with both hands, futilely trying to move her foot. The woman in red armor, with a contemptuous smile, stomped on it a few more times before finally releasing her foot. The slave, freed, gasped for breath, writhing in extreme pain, rolling on the ground, occasionally letting out a scream. The woman in red armor looked at the man on the ground, his face covered in blood, with disgust. She spat, "What? You're already useless after just a couple of moves? Are you even a man? Get up! I still have many tricks up my sleeve! Today I'll make you taste it eighteen times."

A woman so alluring should have been singing "Eighteen Bends"...

Benfeng saw Miss Mingyue. She was sitting leisurely by the pavilion, watching the fierce fight between a man and a woman, humming "The Song of Forgetting Sui": "Willow catkins fall, plum blossoms bloom, the Holy Mother's heart is filled with sorrow, enduring hardship every day to strengthen her muscles and bones, hoping for immortality and a stable empire..."

Miss Mingyue was composed, seemingly already confident—just now, Miss Mingyue had made a very profitable deal with King Menmolu behind Benfeng's back.

"Husband, the bed in the room is ready, you must wait for me..." The thousand-year-old demon king's flirtatious banter aroused the male slaves' drooling, lustful eyes fixed on Miss Mingyue, who wore a black gauze dress. Miss Mingyue, however, was already prepared, wearing a tight-fitting white undergarment.

Hearing Miss Mingyue mention the bed, Benfeng felt a surge of desire: the night was so beautiful, he shouldn't miss their private pleasure.

Behind the pillars, on the floor, lay a woman with glaring eyes, needing attention.

Benfeng squatted down in front of Miss Xueque, lovingly gazing at her alluringly undulating breasts.

Large, white, and delicate. Benfeng could only see half. The other half was hidden within her red breastplate.

Benfeng went to the outer room and asked a maid, learning that this Xueque Womoyege was a captive brought back by King Menmolu three months prior, given the title Xueque Womoyege because of her outstanding appearance.

She seemed to be still young, and judging from her appearance, she didn't seem like a foreign woman, but rather like the ladies of Jiangnan he had seen in the Pure Land Mountain area.

How could her temper be so violent? She slashed three times upon first meeting him. Xue Que's three sword strikes shattered Ben Feng's tender feelings for women. Ben Feng thought to himself that he should have Ming Yue come back to help, so that he could calm this woman's fiery temper down in her boudoir.

Women should have the gentleness of women... like Ming Yue. 10-06

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Xue Que's expression softened slightly, and she opened her mouth a few times. Ben Feng understood what she meant; she wanted to speak.

Ben Feng used writing. He took a erotic painting drawn by Madam Feng and wrote a line on the back: Miss, why did you cut me? Do you still want to cut me now?

Xue Que nodded without hesitation. Ben Feng wrote again: When you don't want to cut me anymore, I'll let you speak. I'm going to bed with Madam Ming Yue. Ben

Feng lay down on the bed and hummed comfortably.

It's quite fun to tease a woman who's always wielding a knife and sword. In the future, if you encounter a woman like this, you might as well do as Miss Mingyue said, be a little despicable, a little wicked, to show your true nature as a young lady.

Benfeng leaned against the window and called out to her, "Miss Mingyue, it's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

The Moon Maiden responded and appeared in the stone building behind the pavilion. It was

a very large stone building. The building had three floors. The Moon Maiden stood on the second-floor corridor, holding a strange object in her hand. As she descended, she seemed afraid, hiding it in her cloak. She added more clothing, a black cloak covering her alluring chest.

The male slaves craned their necks to look.

"I'm drunk and want to sleep, you may leave now; tomorrow, if you wish, bring your zither," the Moon Maiden recited softly.

Zither, chess, calligraphy, painting—the Moon Maiden was adept at all. Every gesture exuded a peerless elegance that "attracted the smile of a king"—a thousand-year-old demon, a thousand-year-old scourge; one wonders how many white bones of admirers the Moon Maiden had accumulated during her thousand years of demonic cultivation.

"Red-faced skeletons, lust is a knife above one's head," King Menmolu remarked to Benfeng after his meticulous planning.

"Shut up," Benfeng snapped at King Menmolu.

Bright Moon entered the room with a radiant smile, and like Benfeng, squatted down in front of Snow Maiden, softly asking, "Do you want to speak? If you do, you can't keep trying to attack my husband with your sword… My husband is kind-hearted and hates to be troubled by women."

Snow Maiden frowned, nodding somewhat reluctantly. Bright

Moon withdrew the white water ribbon covering Snow Maiden. It was this seemingly invisible water ribbon that rendered Snow Maiden unable to move or speak.

The difference in strength. With Benfeng's help, Bright Moon had, in just over a month, absorbed and refined demonic essence, transforming her hundred-foot-tall demonic body into a slender jade maiden. Her demonic cultivation level broke through daily, already equivalent to the realm of a sect leader in the mortal world. Xue Que, the young lady, knew her own suffering. Captured and taken to the desolate Moro Mountain, she became a caged fighting beast. With no other choice, she could only fight for the sake of fighting, tempering her body. Combined with her secretly practiced Burning Demon Art, she barely made some progress. Upon hearing the news of King Moro's death, she was overjoyed and broke out of the stone tower where she was imprisoned. By sheer coincidence, she encountered the gentle and kind-hearted Ben Feng. A stroke of

luck.

Xue Que, freed from her restraints, leaped to her feet and shouted at Ben Feng, "A man with guts will only know after a fight! Don't let your woman help you!"

"Alright, let's fight! How?" Ben Feng, seeing the slightly wicked look in Ming Yue's eyes, readily agreed.

"One-on-one, to the stone tower. Whoever kneels on the ground and admits defeat will be a slave for eternity!" Xue Que's wager was resolute.

Words were spoken, and she moved with unrestrained grace, carrying a four-foot-long greatsword, as Xue Que gracefully ascended the stone tower.

The group of oblivious male slaves by the pavilion howled and jeered. The male slave who had been trampled to the ground by the woman in red armor lay pitifully on all fours. A fragrant breeze swept by, and seeing the Snow Maiden leaping to the ground, the male slave barely raised his hands, begging for mercy from the woman in red armor.

"Get lost!" The woman in red armor arrogantly watched the male slave crawl away. She sheathed her greatsword again and glanced at the dozen or so jeering male slaves. A few male slaves excitedly followed the Snow Maiden to the stone building, while a few others glared at the woman in red armor with hostile expressions.

"Princess Silver Palace, if you have the guts, go to the stone building too. We'll fight one-on-one. Do you dare?" a rather burly male slave challenged.

The woman in red armor sneered, thinking to herself, "They think they can fool me with such paltry tricks?" However, she still nodded, pretending to be deceived, intending to catch the male slaves when they tried to ambush her or when one of the cowards tried to escape, and then torment them like a cat playing with mice.

"These idiots, they never come up with anything new."

Suddenly, a few soft buzzing sounds came from behind, and the red-armored woman immediately sensed something was wrong. A sharp pain shot through her body as three purple arrows were embedded all the way to the hilt. The red-armored woman wore a short skirt armor, and the attacking male slave had fired from below with great force. The red-armored woman's tall figure was awkward; she couldn't stand or bend over comfortably. The arrows had really hit the wrong spot.

The red-armored woman was both ashamed and furious, and a murderous intent arose in her heart. She swung her greatsword, intending to cut down the despicable male slave who had attacked her. However, the male slave cleverly hid among a group of lewd men. The red-armored woman turned around, and a sharp pain shot through her wound, making her see stars, followed by a tingling numbness... Clearly, the arrows had been coated with anesthetic. She reached down and touched her hand, finding it covered in blood; the arrows were completely embedded in her flesh. The red-armored woman took a deep breath, roared, and suddenly a faint blue light flashed across her body before she disappeared. The male slaves were horrified. This was the fifth level of the Strengthening Muscle Demon Art! They never expected that such a big-breasted, brainless woman had actually mastered the fifth level. Even if the thorns were coated with several times stronger anesthetic, they would be useless against the fifth level of the Strengthening Muscle Demon Art.

Several male slaves considered retreating. The red-armored woman, however, was filled with murderous intent. Whether the male slaves could save their lives was still uncertain.

The red-armored woman secretly used the Strengthening Muscle Demon Art to suppress the effects of the drug, but she couldn't free her hands to remove the thorns. The despicable male slaves were right in front of her; she couldn't expose her private parts to remove the arrows. She had to finish them off quickly.

Three male slaves couldn't wait any longer and began to condense dark flames. A moment later, three thin flames shot towards them. The red-armored woman didn't dodge or evade, but instead charged forward. Just as the flames reached her, a cunning male slave's eyes flashed, and the red-armored woman's breastplate, along with her undergarment, was suddenly ripped open, the flames igniting her ample, snow-white breasts. The

sudden burning sensation was unbearable, even for the red-armored woman with her superior strength; she screamed and collapsed in agony. The male slaves laughed. Suppressing her anger, the red-armored woman used one hand to lower her breastplate and undergarment to cover herself. At that moment, five tall, strong male slaves suddenly pounced on her, punching and kicking. Though their techniques were rudimentary, their movements were agile and their strength considerable. The red-armored woman was startled. After withstanding the storm of attacks, she was about to retaliate. The five male slaves, however, had already planned their attack and turned to run wildly up the stone building.

The red-armored woman nearly fainted from rage. Gritting her teeth, ignoring her injuries, she chased after them towards the stone building.

Benfeng and Mingyue, hand in hand, watched as a group of male slaves, shouting and jeering, teased the red-armored woman around the pavilion. They strolled into the stone building as if taking a leisurely walk.

Fearing the red-armored woman would catch them, the slaves weaved around the pavilion, crossed a stone bridge, and ran into the stone building.

"Fine, let me see your despicable and vile ways!" The red-armored woman rushed to the top of the stone building, leaping onto the second-floor corridor. Her feet had barely touched the ground when she felt dizzy, and her injuries throbbed with pain. She took a deep breath; the biting night wind cleared her head considerably. Just then, the sounds of furniture being knocked over in panic came from several rooms on the second floor. The red-armored woman quickly kicked down a door and strode inside.

...

Xueque had been tricked. Benfeng, this simple-minded and kind-hearted fool, was not good at scheming. However, Lady Mingyue was a formidable demon king, exceptionally cunning, and still possessed a childlike heart.

Xue Que entered the stone building where she often tortured her male slaves, smoothly navigating the east corridor. Just as her right foot touched the stairs leading upstairs, a "crack" sounded, and the staircase collapsed. Ben Feng, following Ming Yue's instructions to "be a little wicked and despicable," waited behind the stairs, ready to ambush her. Seeing Xue Que slip into a hidden compartment in the floor, he excitedly kicked at it, then trotted up to the second floor. Fearing further traps, Xue Que pointed her greatsword at the stairs, leaping into the air. Before she could land, two jujube-branch swords shot through the air. She swung her sword, knocking the swords to the ground, her body swaying as she snapped a thin, barely perceptible black cotton thread.

Boom! Boom! Two loud crashes followed as Xue Que was struck by a boulder, tumbling to the floor. Before she could even turn over, she was pinned down by another boulder… What a despicable trap!

Benfeng leaned on the railing of the stone corridor, watching Xueque's body being crushed.

Xue Que suddenly bent down and emerged from under the boulder. Gritting her teeth, she swung her greatsword and charged upwards again. Just as she rounded the corner, another loud crash echoed, and Xue Que saw stars, flying backwards and crashing heavily to the ground. She had hit the wall hard, raising a bump on her head. She lay prone on the ground, bending over several times, but still couldn't get up.

Ben Feng felt a pang of pity and wanted to stop fighting with Xue Que.

Although she hated Ben Feng so much she gritted her teeth, Xue Que's fighting spirit remained undiminished. She used her greatsword to prop herself up and climbed the stairs step by step.

"What the hell? Who knew there was such a trap in this stone building... Li Ben Feng, that idiot, even used trickery. So despicable, all men in the world are despicable."

A wisp of black mist drifted by, and Gui Nan Chan Feng Xiao Lian blocked Xue Que's path.

Xue Que snorted, not even glancing at Feng Xiaolian, and swung her greatsword down at her. The strike seemed harmless, yet Feng Xiaolian felt the intense heat of the Burning Demon Art. Feng Xiaolian raised her scimitar to parry, but Xue Que used the momentum to deftly arc her greatsword towards Feng Xiaolian's right leg. Feng Xiaolian screamed, caught off guard, and frantically raised her left arm to block, but it was no match for Xue Que's greatsword. With a crack, both her left arm and right leg were severed in half. Feng Xiaolian screamed in agony, swayed, and collapsed motionless.

Xue Que, thinking she had succeeded, laughed heartily twice, stepped over the fallen Feng Xiaolian, and continued upwards.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind. Sensing danger, Xue Que abruptly crouched down, shielding her greatsword behind her. With a clang, Feng Xiaolian's scimitar struck the greatsword heavily, and the greatsword snapped in two. Before Xue Que could react, Feng Xiaolian kicked her hard in the buttocks with her ghostly foot. Xue Que fell headfirst to the ground in despair, turning back to see Feng Xiaolian, now a double ghost. She gasped in shock; she hadn't encountered a human, but a troublesome ghost!

Looking at the eerie house, Xue Que felt the stone building growing increasingly terrifying.

Ben Feng, hiding in the shadows, covered his mouth and chuckled. Feng Xiaolian was relatively polite, only kicking Xue Que hard. A clear white mark remained on her buttocks. Ben Feng stared at Xue Que's buttocks.

Her flowing skirt couldn't conceal her shapely, full buttocks, just like Xiao Bi's… The more he looked, the more he loved them; Ben Feng really wanted to touch them.

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"Miss Xueque, let's shake hands and make peace, no more fighting." Benfeng revealed himself, his face showing an expression of "not wanting to be too ruthless."

Benfeng didn't expect Feng Xiaolian, who was imprisoned in the wooden tower, to come out and help. This devilish girl is best suited for this. It seems that this was Mingyue's intention... Miss Xueque caused such a commotion, and Benfeng, watching Feng Xiaolian's tricks, roughly guessed that it was a deal between Mingyue and King Moro.

King Moro wanted Benfeng to take in a few more saintesses. Old Li only wanted the Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye, and King Moro felt that it was not enough to make Old Li go to Chang'an City of the Great Sui Dynasty and face a life-or-death situation.

The Demon King has the Demon King's evil trading laws, and also inhuman logic.

"Given the current situation, Miss Xueque will have to be taken into his room..." Benfeng was slightly worried. If Miss Xueque was in his room, it would probably cause chaos and make the house unbearable... What should he do? Should he take her in or not?

He was conflicted.

Xue Que's buttocks were still perched high, and her waist, so delicate, had been slashed by a curved knife that Feng Xiaolian had somehow acquired.

Ben Feng, though reluctant, said with affection, "Xue Que, go. Go back to where you came from. The Demon King's Mount Moro, where ruthlessness reigns supreme, isn't for you. Some people are born ruthless. From now on, even if you practice ruthlessness every day, you still won't be as ruthless as them..."

"You're even more ruthless!" Xue Que shouted. She remained prone, her face buried in a pile of debris.

"Li Ben Feng, what's wrong with you, you lovesick fool!" Feng Xiaolian gave Ben Feng a disdainful look, her face displaying an arrogant expression that said, "I won't stop until I've played you to death."

"Shut up! If you say another word, go back to your rotten wooden tower. Let me tell you, if it weren't for Madam Feng and Sister Fuzhen, I'd kick you to the eighteenth level of hell..." I'm really annoyed by Feng Xiaolian's antics. You little devil, do you even know how difficult it is to get a woman to wholeheartedly submit to you? Don't you understand the concept of feigned wisdom?

Discussing feigned wisdom with a ghost is a bit out of place. I'd rather treat Miss Xueque with sincerity and have an open and honest discussion about the rules of the household.

"Miss Xue Que, let's forget about our bet. Let's pretend nothing happened... Didn't you ask me if that idiot King Menmo Luo was dead or alive? I'll tell you now, that idiot was wiped out by the Golden Immortal of Kunlun. His soul was scattered, he's as dead as can be. If you girls on Zimo Luo Mountain hate him, go spit in his Demon King's Palace. You can't whip his corpse. That idiot's pile of rotten flesh on Tianlai Mountain is so shattered it's more dusty than dirt. You can only spit in his Demon King's Palace."

Ben Feng knew he didn't have the innate qualities of a prince charming, so he secretly cultivated the demeanor of a wise but foolish gentleman. This usually reserved but shrewd man occasionally revealed his flirting skills.

Upon hearing Ben Feng's words, Miss Xue Que swayed her hips a few times, slowly turned around, and slowly raised her head.

Tears streamed down her face. Never before had a man spoken such magical words to Miss Xue Que. A single word of love warms three winter months. From the moment she was born, Xue Que was scorned amidst cold words and harsh criticism—her alluring figure went unrecognized, and she was relegated to a men's armor, serving as a soldier patrolling the Southern Dynasty's capital. Being a lowly soldier, constantly being ordered around, was commonplace for her. When the Sui army arrived, Xue Que followed her centurion into a trap, killing over a dozen Sui soldiers. No one gave her credit, and unwilling to become a Sui prisoner, she followed the centurion, day and night, until she was inexplicably captured by King Menmolu… King Menmolu, however, had a discerning eye; among the female prisoners, he immediately spotted the alluring Xue Que.

Unrecognized in the army, she was suddenly chosen to serve the Demon King. On Mount Zimolu, women vie for the Demon King's favor, and Xue Que had no idea when she would finally receive his attention. The women around her all dreamed of being favored by the Demon King, but Xue Que still held onto the same ambition she had when she first joined the army. The northern wind carried the sound of the watchman's clapper, the cold light shone on her iron armor;

the general, having fought a hundred battles, wore golden armor, and history is replete with female heroes. Her obsession—Xue

Que's obsession with wearing golden armor after a hundred battles—became a laughingstock among the female prisoners. "Li Benfeng,"

Xue Que cried for the first time in her life, "I have a wish. If you can really help me, I'll be your servant, your slave!" Xue Que stood up, holding half a stone sword in her right hand, wiping away her tears with her left, and took a few steps towards Benfeng. Benfeng had already descended the wooden ladder, carrying a large piece of roasted bear meat.

Seeing the roasted bear meat, Xue Que's eyes widened; she hadn't eaten for two meals. News of Menmolu's death had reached the prisoner camp, and half the guards had fled, leaving food unattended, forcing them to steal.

Benfeng handed the roasted bear meat to Xue Que. She grabbed it and devoured it.

...

The Moonlit Maiden sat on the watchtower of the West Stone Tower, watching the "Silver Palace Princess," clad in a red breastplate, wield her giant sword and hack people down. More than a dozen male slaves fell, leaving only six or seven still leaping and thrashing about desperately.

A circular, rubble-filled area, several giant stone pillars leaning to the ground, and piles upon piles of bones. The prisoners fought each other here, the winner receiving a reward.

The Holy Maiden chosen by the Demon King had to pass through this gate of hell; those who couldn't become piles of bones.

The Silver Palace Princess killed the last male slave, bent down, and, baring her teeth, pulled three thorns from her buttocks. Blood flowed dripping down her jade-like thighs.

Lady Mingyue lightly raised her jade-like hand, flicked her finger, and a packet of hemostatic powder flew into the hand of "Princess Yinque." "Queen Lezi, you've traveled thousands of miles to Zimolu Mountain, only to willingly submit to captivity. It's truly perplexing."

"Hahaha! You've been seen through! Madam, your Lezi words are quite eloquent, but unfortunately, your man is useless. He lacks ambition, needing others' help to subdue a woman—a good-for-nothing!"

Queen Lezi, though exposed by Lady Mingyue, was quick to dismiss the kind-hearted Old Li with a single sentence. "

My husband, Benfeng, is wise in his apparent foolishness; how could a woman of such limited knowledge understand his inner workings?"

Miss Xueque, however, perceived Benfeng's inner workings with a different kind of detached enjoyment. After finishing the roasted bear meat, she lit a pile of firewood in the stone building. Benfeng, with his cultivation level, didn't find Zimolu Mountain particularly cold, but Miss Xueque needed to warm herself by the fire. The two of them, warming themselves by the fire, couldn't help but reminisce about the past of the Southern Chen dynasty's destruction.

In the Southern Chen dynasty, some commoners liked to call the Pure Land Mountain "Immortal Peach Mountain"—the legend of Li Benfeng becoming a master and conquering the deer on Pure Land Mountain had become legendary. The centurion who served Xue Que had the greatest regret before his death: he had never had the chance to meet the boy named Li Benfeng. The centurion had a piece of broken iron from a sword in his hand, which he entrusted to Xue Que with his last breath—the broken iron was found in a steamed bun shop in Jiankang City, Southern Chen. The centurion couldn't understand how a seemingly worthless broken iron sword could be worth a hundred taels of gold. His solemn dying words were: "When you see Li Benfeng, ask him if his broken iron sword is really worth a hundred taels of gold."

"Ah, your name is Li Benfeng! You're the Li Benfeng from Pure Land Mountain!" The Snow Maiden, warming herself by the fire and drinking the snow lotus water that only saints could drink, was given to her by Benfeng. Scenes of the fierce battle against the Sui army during the fall of the Southern Chen dynasty flashed through her mind. Suddenly, she realized that the gentle man before her was Li Benfeng from Pure Land Mountain, the fierce man who had snatched the emperor from Han Qinhu and was now running rampant through the streets.

The Snow Maiden's hands trembled with excitement. "I want to see for myself what kind of freak you are!"

Old Li's face was cupped in a pair of strong, jade-like hands, then jade lips pressed against her cheek, and then her lips were sealed… The Snow Maiden's jade lips were smooth and sweet.

“Li Benfeng, Li Benfeng is a despicable man! He lied to me, set traps to torture me, had someone kick my butt, and even peeked at my butt!” Xue Que’s jade lips parted, her jade hand releasing Benfeng’s face. She solemnly murmured towards the northeast of the stone building, “Should I give him that broken piece of iron? Should I ask him how much that broken sword is worth? Tell me, should I kick his butt?”

Xue Que held the centurion’s broken piece of iron in her hand and bowed three times.

Benfeng took out the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword. Five dragon scales—golden dragon scales—had grown on the hilt of the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword.

This sword was worth ten thousand taels of gold.

"Why are you so lucky, while I'm so unlucky? Heaven is so unfair, so biased towards a despicable man!" Xue Que held Ben Feng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, stabbing it a few times in the air before suddenly pressing it against Ben Feng's chest, her face filled with murderous intent. "Fool, you've been fooled! I didn't expect you to be so easily deceived. Your death is near!"

Xue Que's body flashed with red light, her Demonic Incineration Technique reaching its peak.

"Speak! I'll give you half an hour. Speak quickly, because in half an hour, our Queen will drink your blood and absorb your soul!"

"Miss, if possible, could I touch your butt? I really want to... If heaven only gives me half an hour, my only wish is to properly touch Xue Que's butt." Ben Feng stared blankly, sincerely, and eagerly at Xue Que's butt like a dumb bird.

Xue Que was stunned.

How come the silly bird's dying wish is so similar to the centurion's last words? Is my butt really that beautiful?

Is it beautiful?

Xue Que tilted her head curiously, looking at her butt. This girl unconsciously put down the sword that was pressed against Ben Feng's chest... Ben Feng's hand lifted Xue Que's gauze skirt, and one hand touched Xue Que's butt.

Snow-white and tender, the two buttocks were taut... Ben Feng's other hand also touched it...

Chapter 91 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Seven]

Xue Que's legs trembled. A few drops of blood bloomed from the two wounds on her waist. Feng Xiaolian is a troublesome devil and is ruthless. How could she do this to someone so tender...

Xue Que has been poor and suffered many hardships since childhood... If she submits to me this time, I will make her suffer and have a better life.

Benfeng, no longer bothering to touch Xueque, carefully took a packet of hemostatic herbs, chewed them, and gently applied them to the wound. His touch was that of a physician, gentle and focused. Xueque heard that Benfeng's breathing was normal, and he was indeed not taking advantage of the situation. She thought to herself, "He was so engrossed in touching my buttocks just now, but now he's really acting like a physician treating my illness. This man who became famous in the battle on Immortal Peach Mountain is indeed as Lady Mingyue said..."

Thinking about how she had inexplicably ruined her bedroom time, Xueque felt a little guilty... After all, this man, who seemed so different, was very different from those despicable and filthy male slaves. Calling him despicable and then wildly slashing with his sword... how reckless and shameful...

"Xueque, this cut below your waist has some dirty grass bits stuck to the scab. It needs to be cleaned promptly." Benfeng directly bit the hard grass bits stained with blood and slowly pulled them out.

Xue Que felt a slight pain, her phoenix brows furrowing slightly. Seeing Ben Feng lifting her skirt and laboriously using his mouth to hold grass, her heart trembled violently, and tears welled in her eyes. She couldn't help but abandon the taboo of propriety between men and women, and untied her gauze skirt.

The wound below her waist cut across her ribs, even the ties of her bodice were scabbed over. Xue Que hesitated slightly, then gently pulled open the ties with her left hand, her right hand covering the dark red brocade bodice embroidered on her chest, revealing a patch of jade-like white back. Ben Feng felt a surge of heat in his mouth, quickly composed himself, and slowly cleaned the blood from the wound.

Xue Que asked Ben Feng in a sullen voice, "You said a woman's first time is to be given to the man she loves most... So, you men... do you also give your first time to the woman you love most?"

Ben Feng was speechless, paused for a moment, and said, "Most men give their first time to women in brothels... My... first time with a woman was at Yixiang Tower in Qianmen Town... If Xue Que were in a brothel, I don't know how many men would be vying to give their first time to you."

Xue Que said softly, "Men are so strange, they go to brothels for no reason..."

In the past, if a man compared her to a brothel woman, Xue Que would definitely turn pale with anger and would have drawn her sword to strike. But now, for some reason, she felt that Ben Feng's tone was sincere and natural, not that of a shameless and despicable lecher. Xue Que was relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief, saying softly, "Men... are also afraid of things in bed?"

Ben Feng smiled.

"How could I not be afraid? I'd be terrified, constantly on edge. If it were my first time encountering a fierce and domineering woman, my scalp would tingle. Luckily, my first encounter was with Miss Mingyue..." Benfeng's hand inadvertently touched Miss Xueque's buttocks, and he noticed her fair back tremble. He asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Did you hurt me?"

Miss Xueque shook her head.

"I just feel like I'm too stupid and foolish," Miss Xueque said, turning to look at Benfeng. She panted nervously, "Tell me, am I a very stupid woman? Am I very unpleasant to men?"

Benfeng shook his head, saying seriously, "How could that be? Miss Xueque is incredibly intelligent; men would love her more than anything."

Xue Que lowered her jade-like neck, and after a long while, she whispered, "You... later, when we're going to do those things in bed, could you... make me not nervous... not afraid?" Her voice became barely audible, and even her neck flushed a soft, sweet red.

"Don't be afraid... what's there to be afraid of... the wound is fine now, I'll apply some more medicine tomorrow." Ben Feng finished cleaning Xue Que's wounds. His hands became a little unruly, his fingers pressing against her jade-like buttocks, now only covered by her undergarments.

Faced with such beauty, how could he not take advantage?

Xue Que's jade-like back, accentuated by the two wounds below her waist, appeared even more alluring. Ben Feng's heart pounded at the sight, his throat bobbing, and he said, "Every woman has to go through this... leave it to me, I'll make sure you reap the rewards." With that, he took off his outer garment, spread it by the fire, removed his lower garment, and gently embraced Xue Que from back to front.

Xue Que cried out in surprise, frantically grabbing Ben Feng's hand that was reaching for her alluring breasts with one hand, while clutching her embroidered bodice tightly with the other, trembling as she said, "No...don't..." Ben Feng's movements were gentle, yet he didn't allow Xue Que any resistance. He pressed his hand against her round, fragrant buttocks and said softly, "Don't worry! Things will definitely get better." He reached out and gently grasped her right hand, which was covering her chest, and slowly pulled it away.

Xue Que instantly turned into a tender little lamb. Ben Feng's left hand circled her shoulder, gently yet domineeringly holding her right wrist, removing the covering, and fully grasping a firm, round object.

The adorable jade rabbit, Xue Que, was always tightly restrained by her armor while in the army. When she secretly bathed alone, she was treated with utmost care, even when rinsing herself, she would only scoop up water and gently pat and stroke it, letting her firm jade rabbit twitch and relax. She was never allowed to be pressed down forcefully. Now, suddenly grasped by a strong hand, she couldn't help but arch her back, biting her lip and turning her head away. A low, uncontrollable whimper reached Ben Feng's ears.

Ben Feng kneaded her firm, rounded breasts, feeling a stark difference from Ming Yue's. Xue Que's breasts were like a pair of writhing jade rabbits, trembling even when she lay down.

What a perfect pair of perky, pointed peaches, irresistible to the touch.

The areolas were slightly smaller than copper coins, a delicate cherry red, and the extremely sensitive tips would rise with the slightest touch, as delicate as a child's finger.

Benfeng gently turned Xueque's jade-like body, then opened his mouth and, with a "pop," took her peach-like nipple into his mouth. His teeth gently nibbled, and his tongue rolled around like a ball. Xueque let out a soft "Mmm," her legs seemingly stretched out uncontrollably, and she blushed as she lay face down on the ground. Fortunately, Benfeng had anticipated this and had laid out clothes.

Xueque tilted her head back, trembling slightly. A blush spread from her neck and collarbone to her chest, and beads of fragrant sweat glistened between her alluring cleavage. Her legs rubbed together uncontrollably, soaking a large patch of the cloth beneath her.

Benfeng rose up, pressing the delicate, shy beauty beneath him. His strong legs parted her jade-like thighs, and his hard, hot member pressed against her lush, verdant mound, instantly sinking into her hot, moist, soft, boneless, tender, jade-like vulva. It was vaguely held between two soft, door-like openings, not pushing outwards, but rather possessing a vulva-like suction, slowly drawing the restless member in without much effort.

Xueque was truly aroused.

Once a woman is aroused, it's like a surging river, unstoppable!

The entrance to Xue Que's flower path was hidden very deep. Slowly advancing, it sank into a soft, tender mound like an old ox stumbling. It was slippery yet strangely tight, no longer the previously constricted entrance. Ben Feng wasn't in a hurry to provoke her. He bent down to explore the alluring curves between her jade thighs, touching the supple nipple, squeezing and pressing it forcefully in his palm while sucking on the proud tip.

Xue Que couldn't resist, letting out soft moans of "Ah! Ah!" Her jade body trembled uncontrollably, her heart yearning for a man's ravages… This obsession, like a river bursting its banks, could no longer be contained.

…Like a wounded lamb being chased, her breathing rapid, occasionally parting her jade lips to let out a few cries like a baby's, interspersed with sobs. Ben Feng, hearing this, felt his desire surge, unable to resist his wanton ravages.

He was aroused.

Xue Que, her eyes glazed, reached out and hugged Ben Feng's neck. She wanted to be more proactive, but Ben Feng grabbed her wrists, expertly pulling them over her head and pressing them to the ground, causing her slender waist to arch and her breasts to press forcefully against his chest. Ben Feng kissed her smooth armpits, licking away the beads of sweat with his tongue, then tracing the contours of her full, supple skin, finally taking her hard, red nipples into his mouth.

Ben Feng was exploring the heart of this virgin for the first time, not yet having touched the barrier of fear and worry that surrounded her…

"Ah… I'm going to die…" Xue Que's face flushed crimson, she shook her head slightly, her body trembling. With another cry, she suddenly raised her small chin and bit Ben Feng's shoulder.

A sharp pain shot through Benfeng's shoulder, and suddenly, as if a bean sprout had split open deep within Xueque's thighs and hips, a hard

, erect member sank in, squeezing into a small crevice. The passage seemed to open instantly; the surrounding area remained warm and tight, yet it could no longer resist the intrusive force of that restless thing. Little by little, it squeezed into the soft yet resilient tender garden, until it penetrated through a small membrane, reaching all the way to the bottom.

Xueque's limbs wrapped around Benfeng, her pink neck arched back, her mouth opened but no sound came out, her wide, beautiful eyes were blank, and her alluring body was as taut as hard wood.

It was done. Benfeng had completed the maiden's initiation.

That hard member was deeply embedded in Xueque's newly blossoming body, burning hot like a branding iron... Xueque suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, the pressure on her wrists loosened, and her hands involuntarily slipped around Benfeng's waist, hugging his strong, muscular back tightly.

"How...how strange..." she couldn't help but think, "How can a man's thing...be as hard as iron?"

Benfeng moved slowly, trying his best not to make her feel pain. After a while, the hot liquid in her tight, tender cavity gradually accumulated and thickened, and the abundant hot liquid flowed out. He unconsciously moved faster and faster, and with each thrust, Xueque's jade legs swayed wildly, her flat and strong abdomen wrinkled and rippled, and her slender waist swayed like a willow.

Xueque's breathing became more and more rapid, and soft moans burst from her cherry lips, as if she were crying and pleading, which was very moving.

Since childhood, she had developed strong muscles and bones, and her resilience and endurance for pain were different from ordinary people. This time, her coming of age was truly a bittersweet experience. With Benfeng's gentle treatment, she gradually felt a feeling of ecstasy and floating on clouds amidst the pain, and she happily experienced all kinds of soft and sweet pleasures in the boudoir between a man and a woman.

Chapter 92 Three Hundred Saintesses, the Demon King's Law [Part 8]

In the stone building, beside the fire, on a wrinkled piece of clothing, a man like a silly bird single-mindedly supported the alluring body of a woman equally single-minded, their bodies rising and falling in ecstasy...

Not far behind the stone building, clouds and snow reflected each other. Looking as far as the eye could see, there was a vast, still lake hundreds of miles wide—the surface of the lake was undisturbed, yet it shimmered with an eerie blue light.

Lake Baidu.

On Lake Baidu stood a Saintess's Hall that looked like a whirlpool in the sea. The Saintess's Hall was also surrounded by clouds and snow, the clouds and snow blending together, making it impossible to distinguish where snow ended and clouds began.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess stood in the clouds and snow. This saintess, who had never been favored by King Menmo, was as pure as the clouds and snow surrounding her.

Dressed in white, she stood gracefully, without joy or sorrow.

Her mind seemed to have already sensed the entanglement between the man and woman in the stone building, yet her heart remained as still as a mirror. In the sea of consciousness, Fish-Eyebrow Maiden saw three demonic palaces above the clouds.

On Mount Zimoro, of the sixty saintesses with their own halls of saintesses, only the Black Lotus Saintess, the Golden Palace Saintess, the Purple Mist Saintess, and Fish-Eyebrow Saintess standing amidst the snow and clouds could sense the existence of the demonic palaces.

The three demonic palaces were intertwined with magical formations, just as they always had.

King Moro died once again. This must be the thirtieth time. Nine hundred years, he died every thirty years.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess shook her head, parted her jade lips, and murmured to herself, "Nine hundred years, that's too long. Even if you survived the tribulation, what then… What does it matter if you're an immortal, a demon, a monster, a ghost… You finally couldn't bear the loneliness anymore, you lost to me… Your woman is going to suffer again…"

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess gracefully landed in a graveyard. It was more of a desolate mound than a graveyard. Piled up inside and out were white bones. Occasionally, one could see broken flying swords or strange artifacts—magical implements, discarded items left behind after someone's death.

The entire graveyard, however, didn't appear eerie… eerie. Surrounding the graveyard were dozens of mounds of varying sizes, radiating an eerie blue light. On the desolate Mount Moro, there was even soft, fertile soil.

It was a pity there were no peaches, apricots, plums, or jujubes. Several black vines, shimmering with an eerie blue light, stretched out beneath the feet of the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess.

"She's here... Sister has really come. It's truly not easy to see you." The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess smiled at a misty, ethereal ribbon of water on Lake Baidu.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess loved to laugh.

Even towards her adversary of hundreds of years, she laughed.

Her laughter, enveloped in an eerie blue light, her ethereal beauty like that of a fairy, carried an indescribable, unsettling feeling.

The misty ribbon of water drifted down to a mound strewn with bones. The ribbon solidified, revealing the alluring figure of the Bright Moon Maiden.

"Sister, you came here alone, aren't you afraid your little husband will be eaten..." The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess finished speaking, her face once again displaying that smile that made even breathing a luxury.

The Bright Moon Maiden walked gracefully towards the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, her expression as if she had encountered a long-lost friend.

"The plum blossoms of Jiangnan are still blooming, but even they have been forcibly plucked by the Demon King... Sister Yu Mei has left the extravagant and luxurious palace and come to this desolate wilderness... How can this be a place for her... Alas, a living soul is lurking in the shadows. Who is so inconsiderate as to prevent me from speaking properly with Sister Yu Mei?" The Bright Moon Maiden stopped, her arm slightly twitching, her jade hand rising gently. A slightly greenish curved blade flew out, tracing an arc, and struck a riddled old tree behind the Holy Maiden Yu Mei.

A loud shout rang out, and two figures flew up, landing on a lake rock in Lake Bai Du.

Several strange laughs followed, and several more figures rose from the lake.

"Moon Wheel Demon King, you are so greedy! You even covet the things on Mount Moro! Do you know that this place is not comparable to Mount Tianlai!" The speaker was tall and imposing, comparable to King Moro. Unfortunately, his appearance was less than flattering; he had the face of a sickly woman, with long, flowing eyebrows and sharp, piercing eyes.

This man was Xin Taichang, the Six Yin Needle Master of Luofu Mountain, surrounded by a horde of Yin cultivators. These fellows were adept at taking advantage of others' misfortunes and picking up easy profits.

Miss Mingyue lightly scolded Xin Taichang, then smiled at the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, saying, "Sister, you're so kind, giving me such a generous gift the moment we meet."

"Sister Mingyue, please don't be so formal. Have a good chat with these good-for-nothings. I'm going to see your husband… I'm so worried; if I also fall for your husband, I'll have to share him with you."

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess seemed to be flirting with Miss Mingyue. After speaking, she lightly tossed out a long black vine, leaped onto it, and flew towards the stone building where Benfeng was.

The horde of Yin cultivators looked very solemn, each holding their own Yin cultivation treasure. They shouted in unison and leaped into the graveyard. A sharp whistling sound, three muffled green lights, and two clouds of black mist all enveloped Miss Mingyue.

...

The rules of conduct within the boudoir of the stone building remained unchanged.

Benfeng lifted Xueque's knees, hoisting her jade-like legs onto his shoulders. Seeing her delicate toes curled up, and the messy area between her thighs, damp with sweat and stained with traces of blood, he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire.

Xueque clutched her cloth shirt with both hands, moaning. Her round, firm breasts bounced incessantly as they were pushed, the two peach-like tips shimmering within her moist, rounded mounds. Her delicate body swayed incessantly, sweat splashing out, her charmingly infatuated appearance exceptionally captivating. I recall my first encounter with Miss Xueque. A girl in a flowing gauze skirt, carrying a four-foot-long sword, barged into the room with unbridled ferocity… Now, however, the two of us are entangled in passion, indulging in our intimate moments…

I should have been holding back my desires, but seeing Miss Xueque's wanton and unrestrained enjoyment, I relentlessly thrust into her vulva three times… and then, the fourth time… Miss Xueque's flower path is deeply hidden, not only is her virginity exceptionally tight, making me feel like an old ox plunging into a quagmire, but the outer corners of her vulva are also incredibly alluring, colliding with her plump mounds with a particularly intense sensation. After another cup of tea's time of entanglement, I felt another surge of pleasure.

“Miss Xueque, I…” I whispered, “I’m coming…”

I unleashed another torrent of passion.

Unable to withstand the pressure, Xue Que twisted her body as if to dodge, but her two jade-like legs involuntarily rose high, her proud, round, tender breasts pressing tightly against Ben Feng's chest. Her jade fingers gripped her clothes tightly, her eyes closed, and she let out a trembling, delicate cry…

Ben Feng roared, pressing against the deepest part of her tender garden, and his scalding hot member gushed out fiercely!

Xue Que shuddered, her lower abdomen convulsing uncontrollably. Her jade-like legs slid down Ben Feng's waist, and Ben Feng couldn't help but thrust forward again, causing her pair of jade rabbits to bounce wildly. Xue Que felt a mixture of pain and pleasure, a surge of pain and numbness washing over her, as if she had been tossed over a layer of cloud-like peaks.

Ben Feng lay satisfied between the jade -like woman's warm, moist

breasts. Xue Que's breasts were glistening with sweat, hot fluid, and saliva, covered with dark red finger marks and a few faint teeth marks, which made her skin appear even more translucent, and her peach-like tips tremble slightly. Benfeng, aroused by the sight, felt his previously softened member rise again. He reached out and turned the jade-like woman over, making her lie flat on the ground. He caressed her plump, firm buttocks, which he couldn't bear to part with, and entered her once more.

Xueque's buttocks were firm and perky, resembling two round, ripe peaches even when she was lying flat on the ground. Benfeng, his body wet with hot, white fluid, thrust in forcefully. Xueque moaned softly, turning her head back and trembling with a voice full of longing: "So...so deep..." She bit a few strands of wet, disheveled hair at the corner of her mouth. Her tender face, flushed with spring tide, was indescribably alluring and seductive.

Benfeng saw that there were still traces of blood on Xueque's thighs, so he dared not be too rough. He slowly entered and exited, his hand caressing her jade-like shoulder, and said softly, "This position is the least strenuous. You're really enjoying it."

Xueque propped herself up slightly with her elbows, her long black hair cascading over her rounded, fragrant shoulders. A muffled, languid voice escaped her lips: "I don't want to. It's so ugly, so embarrassing." It sounded like a young girl's coquettishness, or like the hazy intoxication of someone who had just drunk fine wine. Benfeng was greatly aroused and thrust deeper into her. As

Xueque was squeezed, she trembled and lowered her jade-like neck, her vulva contracting and expanding, and she lowered her head, letting out a soft, sweet cry. Benfeng

reached for her tender breasts, but her hands were held tightly in his arms. Benfeng lay on the back of her neck, greedily inhaling the faint fragrance of her hair mixed with the dampness of her sweat. Just as he was about to move again, he heard a soft, intermittent snore. Xueque had fallen into a sweet sleep. "

...

Sister Mingyue's husband is truly skilled; I'm so envious!" The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess stared intently at Benfeng, who was completely naked.

Upon seeing the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess standing on the long vines, he smiled, wiped himself, put on his trousers, and tenderly covered Xueque with clothing.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess was dressed in white, the eerie blue light emanating from her already concealed.

Benfeng saw a fairy untouched by worldly affairs.

"Sister Mingyue is currently fighting to the death, yet my little husband remains as calm as Mount Tai; such profound composure..." The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess teased Benfeng, seemingly turning to leave.

"Fairy, is what you say true?" Benfeng listened to the words of the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, half-believing, half-doubting... He had been so engrossed in his joy with Miss Xueque that he hadn't noticed the time... Looking at the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's ethereal demeanor, the words she spoke couldn't be false. Had Sister Mingyue encountered a formidable opponent? With

this question in mind, Benfeng cupped his hands towards the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, "May I ask, Fairy, where is Madam Mingyue now?"

"Follow me," the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess said with a smile, beckoning to Benfeng, "Sister Mingyue truly has a thousand years of wisdom, finding such a understanding husband."

Benfeng leaped up, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess on the long vine, and involuntarily took her slender hand.

The vine flew swiftly, and in no time, they arrived at the graveyard in Lake Baidu.

The graveyard was already shrouded in black mist. A group of Yin cultivators, each guarding their own territory, surrounded Miss Mingyue, wielding the magical treasures they were known for. Miss Mingyue's hundred-foot-tall demonic form was bleeding profusely. The white ribbon of water surrounding Miss Mingyue, who stood atop the mound, was being squeezed smaller and smaller by the muffled black mist.

Benfeng let out a silent cry, his mind focused on the Yang vortex, and the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword flew out.

"My little husband is so impatient. Saving people isn't something that can be done in a moment. I haven't had a proper chat with you yet." The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess spoke gently, her movements delicate and graceful. With a light lift of her soft hand and a flick of her jade palm, two black vines coiled and spun, pulling Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword back.

A fragrance wafted into Benfeng's collar, and a sweet voice, as melodious as a zither, said, "Would you like to have a cup of tea with me?"

Chapter 93 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Nine]

"Demoness!" Benfeng's consciousness awakened, and he sprang to his feet.

"You have to force them to make a move." The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's body shimmered with a strange blue light. With a nimble flick of her wrists, two jade rings secured Benfeng's wrists, causing him to fall softly against her like cotton wool.

"Sister, you always love to create trouble." The Bright Moon Maiden's words were swift and powerful. She flashed before the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, silently reciting the Muni Glazed Mantra. A blinding, dazzling light suddenly emanated from her body, and her hundred-foot-tall demonic form, hovering in the air, emitted over a dozen beams of colorful glazed light. The Shadow

-Seeking Glazed Soul-Splitting Mantra.

The silent graveyard instantly became as bright as day. A horde of Yin cultivators leaped and dodged, constantly avoiding the Shadow-Seeking Glazed Mantra.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess smiled eerily: "Sister Xing, you're truly enraged!"

How could she not be? The Moon Wheel Demon King, who had cultivated for a thousand years, could not bear to see her kind-hearted husband, with whom she had shared a pillow for a thousand years, fall into the hands of her enemy.

The two women began their battle.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, carrying Benfeng, leaped into Lake Baidu. Instantly, countless old vines at the bottom of the lake throbbed, their tendrils surging above the water like dragons overturning a river. The Bright Moon Maiden flicked her fingers, and the Frost Pool Sword, formed from demonic energy, shot into the lake like a torrential rain.

Patches of dark red human blood immediately appeared on the lake's surface. The old vines in the lake had actually cultivated human meridians and blood! Ah! Ah! A series of screams erupted.

Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword finally emerged, the black lotus male and female pearls within its blade blinking rapidly. Two dragon roars resounded, and a five-meter-long Five Qi Flying Dragon soared above the graveyard, unleashing two bursts of dragon breath that instantly annihilated five Yin cultivators.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess let out a strange "Eh," glancing at the unconscious Benfeng. A strange blue light penetrated Benfeng's body.

A searing pain shot through him, and Benfeng awoke with a scream. He formed the Immovable Fundamental Seal with both hands, uttered a "Yes," and released three seal wheels.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess never expected that Benfeng, who had been unconscious, would suddenly awaken and still possess the strength to fight.

The Vajra Wheel descended, and the Fiery Wheel unleashed a thousand weapons.

The Moon Maiden's Shadow-Seeking Glazed Tile also descended upon the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's head. The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess trembled violently, her soft arms quivering, and seventeen jade rings flew out from her arms. Hundreds of blood-dripping old vines from Lake Baidu coiled around the white bones in the graveyard, forming a magic array ten zhang in diameter.

Benfeng and the Moon Maiden's consciousness were connected; their illusory demonic bodies hovering in the air, along with two Five Qi Flying Dragons, charged down towards the white bone magic array.

The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess coldly snorted, and another hundred blue lights rose from the lake.

The Profound Yin Azure Flame Pearl, the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's natal magic weapon.

"Sister Fish-Eyebrow just said that I was angry. How could it be worth it for you to expend so much energy to deal with my frail sister and her little husband?" The Moon Maiden's illusory demonic body had already broken through the white bone magic array.

"Admit defeat, little sister. Although I'm not good enough, my little husband still has his soul-absorbing magic weapon to unleash." Mingyue smiled sweetly at Benfeng, leaning against him playfully.

Upon touching Mingyue's body, Benfeng realized she was completely exhausted, her life force waning, unable to detect a trace of vital essence. Benfeng focused his

inner energy, one hand on the spiritual eye of the Black Lotus Pearls, the other grasping Mingyue's wrist. He had

no choice but to take a risk.

Benfeng had never tried directly pressing the spiritual eye of the Black Lotus Pearls to absorb demonic energy.

Upon trying, he immediately felt a thousand hands tearing at his heart, as if countless demonic energies were devouring his soul. Despite the immense pain, he endured it, tightly forming the Immovable Fundamental Seal, and channeled nearly a hundred strands of demonic energy into Mingyue's body.

Mingyue also felt a violent tremor in her heart.

...At this rate, even without the intervention of the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, Benfeng and Miss Mingyue would be devoured by the demonic energy, their souls shattered, and they

would perish. There was no other way but to endure it.

Just as his mind was about to shatter, he heard a serene voice: "Transform intention into intention, non-thought into thought." Benfeng felt his mind expand as if melting ice, his consciousness instantly cleared, and a seven-colored golden infant gracefully flew out from his body. The

golden infant looked only four or five years old, with a seven-colored lotus flower swirling around its wrists, ankles, brow, and chest. The golden infant flipped a few times and flew into the Black Lotus Male

and Female Pearls. The pain of their souls being shattered instantly lessened.

The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls were held in the seven-colored golden infant's hand, and the demonic energy intertwined within the sword was drawn into the golden infant's small hand, swirling endlessly.

Benfeng's inner yang energy trembled, absorbing the faintly greenish demonic energy in the golden infant's palm, and then transferring it to Miss Mingyue's body, relieving her of pain.

"Li Benfeng, we've come to your aid!" A loud female voice rang out, and two long bridges entwined with old vines suddenly appeared on Lake Baidu.

Queen Lezi—Princess Yinque and Miss Xueque, clad in red breastplates, strode across the bridges with imposing grandeur, wielding greatswords. Behind them, a group of women in similar attire rushed into the graveyard.

Two long howls echoed across the lake, and Chen Dingyuan, holding a jade fan, and Chen Dingjian, wielding a long spear, flew across the leaves of the Kasyapa tree and landed before Benfeng.

"Aunt Fanchi, really, you only know how to protect your sister, so biased." The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess wore a bitter expression, yet her words remained as gentle as ever.

With the Buddhist sect protecting and assisting them, the battle was once again half-heartedly fought.

Queen Lezi, Miss Xueque, and Queen Lezi's female attendants hacked and slashed at more than forty Yin cultivators. The Yin cultivators, their souls shaken, had no heart to fight anymore, only concerned with escaping for their lives.

May Buddha have mercy. A Buddhist guardian unleashed a lotus-shaped hand seal, halting the carnage.

Yu Chi Fan Chi opened his jade palm towards the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess, smiling, "Give it to me."

"No, I finally found it on my young husband. I'll only give it to you if you can catch me, Auntie." The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess took her hand again, and the white bones wrapped around the old vine instantly formed an invisibility array.

"A tragic fate." Yu Chi Fan Chi sighed softly, then floated away into the clouds.

...

Ben Feng and Ming Yue sat down to meditate. Chen Dingjian and Chen Dingyuan stood guard on either side. Queen Lezi and Xue Que also stood on either side, swords drawn.

Two hours passed, and Benfeng's complexion was clear and bright. The eerie green aura surrounding Mingyue grew increasingly dense. The demonic essence she had absorbed this time was extraordinary; it would require at least twelve more hours of refining.

He was hungry.

After Mingyue got up, Benfeng chose a place: the Black Lotus Saintess's Black Lotus Hall.

The Black Lotus Hall was located southwest of Baidu Lake. He had already informed the Black Lotus Saintess's maid to prepare a lavish feast there.

After a fierce battle, Benfeng's advancement was rapid, and he was in an exceptionally good mood.

The group went to the Black Lotus Hall, where Benfeng accompanied the Chen brothers, Chen Dingjian and Chen Dingyuan, in their feasting. Spending other people's money without a care, the Chen brothers ate and drank their fill, and then, following Mingyue's instructions, engaged in some slightly wicked pawnbroking.

Benfeng drank several bowls of snow lotus soup and sat in the Flying Lotus Pavilion of the Black Lotus Hall, gazing at the stars. The Black Lotus Hall was like a palace, magnificent and extravagant. Only then did Benfeng realize that the Black Lotus Saintess's strength was extraordinary. No wonder his master had chosen her to unleash the Nine Heavenly Lotus Swords on Tianlai Mountain.

The Nine Heavenly Lotus Swords, with each sword drawn, the sun radiates, and the heart transforms into myriad star lotuses.

Benfeng, still slightly drunk, pondered the mysteries of the Nine Heavenly Lotus Swords, becoming somewhat lost in thought.

...

Miss Xueque and Queen Lezi also drank. Not too much, though, these two girls wanted to make a deal with Benfeng—Queen Lezi insisted on pulling Miss Xueque aside to talk to Benfeng... talk about the Queen's throne. Queen Lezi's throne had been usurped by her two brothers, and the Queen had lost 30,000 elite troops, escaping with only twenty-odd close followers. This tragic Queen had willingly become a prisoner on Zimolu Mountain, hoping, like Miss Xueque, to be favored by King Menmolu, bestowed the title of Saintess, and then, during her time of pleasure, negotiate with King Menmolu, and the throne would be hers in no time.

Unfortunately, King Menmalo didn't pay attention to the queen.

But I, Benfeng, was fortunate enough to have the opportunity.

Queen Lezi—Princess Silver Palace—looked at me with rosy cheeks. I pulled her along to watch the stars for half an hour. During that half hour, Queen Lezi practically saw me as a god-king… perhaps even more god-king than a god-king.

She was too embarrassed to tell me that she had bestowed the title of Princess Silver Palace herself—the queen loved the name Princess Silver Palace very much; this name could rival King Menmalo's most beloved Golden Palace Saintess, and even be compared to Snow Palace Maiden.

I gently reached out and put my arm around Princess Silver Palace's waist, softly calling her "Princess Silver Palace" a few times. Snow Palace Maiden, seeing that the two were already deeply entangled, wisely slipped away.

Princess Silver Palace's eyes were practically overflowing with tears, appearing more delicate than usual, as she rested her head on my shoulder. Benfeng rubbed his mouth and nose against Princess Yinque's neck, inhaling deeply the feminine scent emanating from her collar. One hand caressed her breasts, then slipped inside her breastplate. The breastplate was pulled open, revealing a large expanse of soft, moist flesh. Benfeng's touch left behind a dense layer of sweat, indistinguishable between who had wet whom. Princess Yinque let out a

soft, cat-like moan, her left hand seemingly trying to push him away, while her right index finger slid between her moist, red lips, her perfectly aligned teeth tapping together. Encouraged, Benfeng ripped open Princess Yinque's chest, revealing a large, snow-white, tender nipple. He opened his mouth and took the rosy tip into his mouth, sucking with relish, making a clear sound.

Princess Yinque whimpered, seemingly in pain, arching her body and clutching the brocade quilt tightly.

"Li Benfeng, you're a...liar...shameless..." Princess Yinque didn't even know what she was shouting, her breath coming in short gasps, her voice a mixture of gasps and moans. Benfeng was already quite experienced, kneading her large, tender member until it overflowed between his fingers. Princess Xueque's originally round and erect member was pressed and moved between his fingers, covered in glistening red buds that swayed proudly upwards, bobbing gently with her trembling body.

"Princess, you're no less than any man, your flesh is so firm and so magical." Benfeng teased her, then suddenly grabbed Princess Yinque's tender flesh, squeezing it full in his palm. "Heh, this treasure is so bouncy!"

Princess Yinque was both ashamed and angry, yet the pain was mixed with a tingling, pleasurable sensation. Benfeng's manipulation made her go from hard to soft, and after a while, she finally came to her senses. She tightly gripped Benfeng's hand, preventing him from continuing his evil deeds, and said in a soft, angry voice, "You...you look down on the women of our mountain barbarians, you're...bullying...bullying people like this! But, on...on this mountain where even birds can poop, men...men all say I'm...more beautiful than...more beautiful than the saintesses!"

Benfeng laughed and moved his position, slipping his hand inside Princess Yinque's waist. Princess Yinque seemed to harbor a mixture of hatred and fear, desperately clenching her ample legs together, her voice trembling as she said, "Young Master... no! Stop it, if you keep doing that... the water... won't stop!" Given Princess Yinque's natural strength, if she truly didn't comply with Benfeng's demands, he feared he wouldn't be able to cross that line.

Benfeng leaned close to Princess Yinque's ear, his hot breath filling her sensitive ear, a mischievous smile on his face: "Princess, Queen, be good! If you comply with me, I'll truly give you a status more noble than the saintess of Mount Moro in the middle of nowhere, more noble than the empress and concubines of the Chang'an imperial palace. Then we'll go to your Kingdom of Lezi, and you'll rule the world as its mother." Hearing Benfeng's teasing words, Princess Yinque trembled, her bent knees slowly straightening, instantly collapsing flat on the bed.
Chapter 94 of 10-06: Three Hundred Saintesses, the Demon King's Law [Ten]

Ben Feng gently removed her skirt armor, untied her waist scarf, and spread her two slender, tender legs wide apart. Princess Yinque's two attendants had somehow hidden outside the corridor pillars, watching with blushing faces and pounding hearts... They saw Princess Yinque covering her face with her hands, her whole body trembling as if she had a seizure, and between her legs a conspicuous tuft of curly, alluring black down, and below, her two labia resembled the opening and closing mouth of a carp, glistening with a wet sheen.

Benfeng smoothly removed Queen Lezi's undergarment, tucked the hem into his belt, pulled out his manhood, and without even taking off his shoes, thrust forward, his body suddenly sinking—Princess Yinque screamed, her two strong jade-like legs tightly wrapped around Benfeng's waist, her ten fingers digging into Benfeng's back muscles… The two attendants couldn't see Princess Yinque's expression, only that the scream was terrifying, and for a long time they didn't hear Princess Yinque's breath, as if she had stopped breathing.

Benfeng hummed, slightly raised his head, his expression quite smug, moved slightly, paused for a moment, and then began to thrust.

"Ah… you stinky man! It hurts… it really hurts!" At first, Princess Yinque screamed and cried out in pain, but gradually, the screams subsided, but her breathing slowly became heavy, occasionally interspersed with a few soft moans.

The two inexperienced attendants found the naked bodies of the two men indescribably unsightly, yet somehow alluring. They stared at them, their bodies burning with desire, until Benfeng let out a triumphant shout, accompanied by Princess Yinque's incoherent cries of "I'm going to die...I'm going to die..." Suddenly, both men on the bed froze. Realizing the gravity of the situation, they rushed to the outer tent, finding the wooden box where the Queen hid her gold, silver, and other valuables, and searching for the elixirs she used in emergencies.

Benfeng had already heard the unusual noises but paid no heed, acting as if nothing was amiss. He tidied his clothes, fastened his trousers, and prepared to return to his bedroom. Princess Yinque, however, quickly grabbed Benfeng's hand, pulling out a handkerchief with her other hand. Gritting her teeth, she wiped her snow-white crotch, leaving a gruesome, blood-red stain.

"I...I'm already your woman, don't try to coax me with words. I want to be as noble as the saintess on Mount Moro." Princess Yinque, clutching her handkerchief, tenderly buried her head in Benfeng's arms—the Queen had been so easily swayed, uttering intimate words purely out of her nature, displaying the full tenderness of a young woman.

The Queen willingly allowed the man she admired to ride beneath her... At this moment, Queen Lez's cheeks were flushed, her eyes brimming with tears. Benfeng couldn't help but employ some techniques, gently patting the Queen's back and uttering many sweet words that made her tremble with infatuation.

...

Benfeng went to Miss Mingyue's room, meditating quietly to help her refine her demonic essence.

Xue Que, carrying a Qinghong Dingguang sword, crept stealthily outside the room, her eyes wide as she watched Benfeng and Mingyue emanate an eerie green aura.

Human and demon in tandem? Was Mingyue truly a thousand-year-old demon king?

Xue Que and Queen Lezi had entered Baidu Lake with a death wish. The women of Zimolu Mountain all knew that those who went to Baidu Lake were suicidal, going to take a gamble, hoping to end it all, their souls absorbed by the Black Demon Vines of Baidu Lake, reduced to piles of bones.

Yet they hadn't died, and had even witnessed demon kings battling. "The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess is a Luofu Demon King who has cultivated for seven hundred years," Mingyue had said.

So, humans and demons weren't so different after all. The Fish-Eyebrow Saintess in Baidu Lake was as pure and holy as a fairy; if not for this ordeal, no one would know she was the Luofu Demon King. The Demon King of Luofu is truly well-hidden. Why would King Menmolu bring a demon king with seven hundred years of cultivation to Mount Zimolu to be a saintess? If she were to be intimate with the demon king and indulge in his Xuan Yin Bi Yan Pearl, she would surely be dead beyond any hope of survival. Both

Miss Xueque and Queen Lezi are quite arrogant. A dozen or so saintesses from the Black Lotus Hall, moving like butterflies, entered the Black Lotus Hall. These saintesses are not yet qualified to share a kiss with King Menmolu.

Queen Lezi, having dressed, went to the outer corridor. This girl was dressed in a more feminine style. A lake-blue brocade bodice embroidered with green trim, tied below her chest, a thin silk outer garment, and a pomegranate-red skirt with silver trim. The gauze trousers underneath were almost transparent. Her slender waist was untied, and her ample curves pushed up the bottom edge of the bodice, her breasts pointed.

She looked completely different from when she wore the red breastplate.

A group of holy maidens, chattering and giggling, pushed Queen Lez to sit on the ground by the railing of the Yishi Pavilion. The young women, in the prime of their youth, wore silk skirts and trousers, their plump legs revealing snow-white lines. Their colorful robes, some blue, some yellow, some red, were adorned with colorful garments. They sat idly, leaning against each other. The girls occasionally huddled together, their pretty mouths opening and closing, their sweet laughter escaping, utterly captivating.

King Menmala, who only existed as a wandering soul, had no time for such leisure.

The Yin cultivators, having heard news of King Menmala's death, had already sprung into action. All nine venerables and thirty-three divisions under King Menmala's command had received the warning. On Mount Zimolu alone, there were over a thousand Yin cultivators, in groups of thirty to fifty, openly plundering.

Why wouldn't they take advantage of such a huge, readily available opportunity?

The Purple Mist Holy Maiden and the Golden Palace Holy Maiden had joined forces; the two of them were more than capable of protecting their territory. There's no need to worry about the territories of the Black Lotus Saintess and the Cloud Leaf Saintess; those two have already been handpicked by this Lord Feng. This kid's strength and influence are certainly not afraid of those Yin cultivators.

Right now, King Menmala intends to use this Lord Feng's power to protect his territory.

The brothers Chen Dingjian and Chen Dingyuan arrived at the opportune moment, bringing their disciples, seasoned in military affairs and skilled in Daoist arts. These three hundred disciples, each worth ten, were back to their old ways, engaging in murder and robbery.

They robbed people and their valuable treasures.

Madam Feng arrived. Madam Feng possessed hidden power, exceptionally powerful hidden power.

King Menmala was overjoyed.

She finally appeared after much anticipation. After King Menmala unleashed the Dark Sanctuary, he deeply grumbled to himself: "The Moon Wheel Demon King, with only this one demoness willingly walking into our trap, has stayed in the Dark Sanctuary with me, young master Feng. Even on Mount Zimoluo, where one wrong step could lead to certain death, no hidden forces have appeared… Is he confident, or is he taking a risky gamble? "

Then Madam Feng arrived, and everything became clear. King Menmala's weak, wandering soul no longer needed to roam aimlessly; he could leisurely chat with Madam Feng about gold and silver treasures and their schemes in Chang'an.

Madam Feng calmly transmitted her voice to me: "Mount Zimoluo hides a great deal of gold and silver treasures; I'm going to squeeze them out of you."

Squeezing King Menmala seemed perfectly justified. A few more such squeezes, and he'd be richer than a country—plus a considerable amount of Taoist and demonic cultivation power, enough to seize power and usurp the throne.

Benfeng was overjoyed, remaining steadfast in his fundamental seal, and transmitted a message to Madam Feng: "That's enough. That fool King Menmolu has only amassed this fortune after nine hundred years; let him have some. "

...

On Mount Zimolu, shouts of battle rose and howls of ghosts filled the air.

Six or seven holy maidens, completely disoriented, rushed to the Black Lotus Hall, frantically shouting, "Queen Lezi, Holy Maiden Xueque, help!" "King Zanmozhi, King Bamiluo are here to snatch people!"

Outside the Black Lotus Hall, a dozen or so strangely shaped groups of Salo had gathered. Salo were like bandits, but not ordinary bandits; many of them had cultivated demonic arts to the fifth level or higher. The Salo

were determined to obtain it. They were especially obsessed with Benfeng's young master's Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, which had given them a headache. In Lake Baidu, the Black Lotus Pearl, a rare and precious find, is already the embryo of a top-grade magic weapon. Even the ten demon kings of Mount Moro are unfamiliar with the Black Lotus Pearl's male and female forms; how could they not be eager to see it first? "

Grab it!"

the Salo shouted, forcing their way in.

A sudden change!

The Salo, with their weak demonic powers, had barely stepped into the Black Lotus Hall when they felt the intertwined magic arrays filling the air, their bodies instantly frozen. The hidden forces of King Moro. The third of the three great demon kings—if they easily surrendered their territory, their nine hundred years of life would have been wasted. Even

a cunning rabbit has three escape routes.

The refreshing incineration earth flame magic array. The light of the incinerating earth flames spread widely like a net. The Salo tried in terror to flee, but it was too late. The dozen or so incinerating beams couldn't even withstand the magic weapons held by the Salo. In a few instants, only seventy or eighty of the hundreds of Salo remained, still capable of fighting.

The voice of King Menmala rang out: "A bargain delivered to my doorstep, I, Menmala, can only accept it with a smile. It's a pity no one will go back to let those two good-for-nothings know they're safe.

" "God King, let's leave this ready-made bargain to Zi Mang." A clear, melodious female voice rang out, and three purple orbs immediately exploded from the Black Lotus Hall.

The purple orbs shattered, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A light purple robe fluttered up, extending thousands of fine threads that instantly transformed the flesh and blood into skeletons. Within each skeleton, the life force of the individual souls still pulsated.

Hehehe! Several infant laughs rang out, and a seven-colored golden infant flew into the Burning Earth Flame Formation, its small hands holding the Golden Lotus Male and Female Pearls, nimbly passing through the skeletons.

When they were looked at again, the skeletons had already turned into wisps of ash.

A light purple robe was draped over a woman, and a delicate voice rang out: "God King, all you do is play tricks! That stingy Li Benfeng stole something from someone, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

King Mundara's muffled voice replied, "I've already given the Black Lotus Hall to that brat Li Benfeng. Shouldn't you give him your Purple Cloud Pavilion too? That kid is too opportunistic, always trying to extort money."

"A dignified God King, spreading rumors about my husband in public, speaking ill of him—I won't tolerate it!" Madam Feng, elegant and dignified, walked gracefully into the Black Lotus Hall as if unaware of the demonic spell array.

"Madam Black Lotus, Madam Cloud Leaf, why don't you come out and see your husband?" Madam Feng's tone shifted, becoming that of a refined lady.

Muffled Moro sighed in a muffled voice, "Li Benfeng, you brat, I'm not friends with you anymore, you've made me jealous."

Benfeng emerged from his meditation, stood up, stretched, and shouted, "You old devil, you're so presumptuous! Anyone who's friends with you will be unlucky; you'll need to prepare over thirty coffins!"

The Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye appeared, smiling sweetly at Benfeng, and said in unison, "Greetings, husband."

Benfeng reached out, and the two women took his arms, one on each side. Benfeng, with the air of a master, shouted arrogantly, "Prepare a banquet! Prepare a grand banquet to welcome Lady Chu Lian, Lady Black Lotus, and Lady Yunye!"

Chapter 95 Three Hundred Saintesses, The Demon King's Law [XI]

Just as Benfeng was meditating, he entered the profound realm of inner vision in the womb. In this inner vision, he saw three demon palaces floating in the void atop Mount Zimolu. He

also saw Ying Shui Zhou, the very Ying Shui Zhou where his sect's Zhexing Pavilion was located.

Stepping off the water's edge, he ascended Ying Shui Zhou.

The four- or five-year-old golden infant, with its golden body, casually ran east and west across Ying Shui Zhou… As it ran, it suddenly felt darkness fall. A crescent moon hung in the sky, and several crows flapped their black wings, cawing hoarsely, before landing on a few withered trees.

Those withered trees were none other than the withered trees in the Baidu Lake graveyard.

In the realm of reincarnation

, a raggedly dressed boy followed a similarly raggedly dressed girl. On the girl's back was a little girl, nearly fainting from hunger and bearing several sword wounds.

"Sister, can we really find Kunlun Immortal Mountain?" The boy was almost completely exhausted, not wanting to take another step.

"Yes, we can, we definitely can." The girl's eyes were firm.

The little girl on the girl's back said weakly, "I don't want to find the immortal mountain anymore, I'm hungry, I want to eat steamed buns..."

The girl, who had been carrying the little girl for most of the day, wiped her sweat, raised her head, smoothed a few strands of hair soaked with sweat, and looked around.

All around were wild graves and chaotic mounds. The somber atmosphere was chilling.

Three orphans, relying on begging and scavenging for food and drink in the graveyards, had traveled thousands of miles to find the immortal mountain of Kunlun.

Where was the immortal mountain? Standing in the graveyard, the three, increasingly fearful, were at a loss.

The little girl suddenly felt the oppressive aura of death and asked in a trembling voice, "Will we die?

" "If you're not afraid of death, you won't die," the girl said firmly.

"Yes, if we're not afraid... we won't die," the boy said hesitantly.

"Then do immortals die?" "The little girl asked again.

"How can immortals die? We've been walking and walking like this, trying to achieve immortality and become immortals." The boy's lips were cracked and bleeding. He looked at the girl holding his hand tightly and quietly licked the blood from his lips. He placed his hand on the little girl's back, patted it a few times, and looked at the dark, snow-capped mountains in the distance. "If you see the snow-capped mountains, we're almost at Kunlun Immortal Mountain. Once your injuries heal, we'll be there in a few days."

The boy's words were also to comfort himself. The boy knew: seeking immortality at Kunlun Immortal Mountain sounded simple, but for poor families, those who sought immortality and cultivation were powerful and unattainable beings, let alone the ethereal immortal mountains and gods.

"There's food." "The girl suddenly cried out in surprise. She saw a plate of pastries on a new grave. There were several cakes on it, and they must have been there for several days, covered in a layer of dust, but to her they were more precious than anything else—food meant life—her biggest worry was whether the little girl on her back could hold on, whether she could live to see the Kunlun Mountains.

The girl carefully put the little girl down, and the boy quickly gathered some dry, withered grass, placed it on the stone slab behind the little girl, and helped her sit down.

There were four in total ." A piece of cake. The girl kept two pieces, giving one to the little girl and splitting the other half, giving half to the boy. The boy held his half cake and carefully took a bite. Delicious, the most delicious thing imaginable. Although he hadn't swallowed it yet, his stomach already felt very comfortable…

Suddenly, the boy's eyes widened. He saw fairies, fairies riding flying swords. A dozen or so fairies riding flying swords, riding a golden palace.

A palace, fairies, flying swords. He

had truly encountered immortals.

People were constantly going in and out of that golden palace. The boy even overheard two fairies talking.

"You want the big one, I want the small one."

"You want the small one, I want the big one." "I

won't give you either the big one or the small one, I'll give you that silly bird. " "

That blockhead! Only Senior Sister has the Dao realm of transforming rotten wood into a god..."

The boy was mesmerized, captivated.

The golden celestial palace constantly changed colors, with seven-colored light waves swirling endlessly. The celestial palace descended lower and lower, almost reaching his head. He could clearly see the fairy's magnificent robes. Thin gauze and fine silk, crystal clear... and the alluring curves of her chest that were enough to make one lose their soul.

The fairy looked just like his sister... Several fairies, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, circled the golden celestial palace on flying swords. One of them even pointed at the boy with her finger and gently scolded, "You little lecher, did you see that? Did you see it clearly? When you grow up, don't forget to come find your sister and younger sister."

When the boy came to his senses, he was all alone.

...

The boy was Benfeng, the determined sister was Madam Feng, and the little girl was the Purple Mist Saintess. Benfeng only vaguely saw the Purple Mist Saintess's figure, but it left an imprint on his heart.

Slowly, Ying Shui Zhou disappeared, and the three Demon King Palaces floating in the void also vanished. Ben Feng's mind flickered, his meridians intertwining and swirling within his heart. The essence of his heart formed a wave of light, enveloping the re-emerging golden infant.

Only then did Ben Feng truly sense the existence of his natal lotus infant. However,

it wasn't the feeling of his nascent soul leaving his body; he simply truly sensed the golden infant's presence. What kind of realm was this? Ben Feng couldn't control the golden infant at will… but… A connection.

Transforming meaning outwardly, merging with things. Transforming meaning into meaning, being without thought into thought… Am I too attached to my physical body? The Golden Infant can only remain hidden in my heart, something I long to see but cannot. In the graveyard of Lake Baikal, in a moment of urgency, I stirred the demonic nature of the Black Lotus Pearls. In the unbearable pain, I was without thought, without consciousness, without desire, without seeking. My natal Lotus Infant actually broke free from my body and subdued the Black Lotus Pearls—only then did the Black Lotus Pearls truly recognize their master.

My natal Lotus Infant was only four or five years old… This child is already extraordinary.

However, it's unknown how long it will take to break through to the Nascent Soul Out-of-Body Realm. Among worldly cultivators, a few have already broken through to the late stage of the Innate Peak, but I've never heard of any sect leader or headmaster breaking through to the Nascent Soul Out-of-Body Realm—and I, too, have no idea how to enter the realm of otherworldly cultivators.

Senior Sister Tianqin was able to transcend the water's edge at the age of three and enter the otherworldly immortal realm to cultivate. Senior Sister Yixuan, on the other hand, was born in Ying Shui Zhou. And Hua Wei of Kunlun was also born in the otherworldly realm. A heretical cultivator, at such a young age, already possesses the cultivation of an Earth Immortal… Alas, I am so foolish and dull; who knows when I will ever be able to glimpse the mysteries of cultivation?

First came surprise, then a slight sense of frustration, and then, tranquility. Let things take their course. Even the Moon Maiden's thousand years of cultivation didn't feel tedious; refining a human body from a demon's form was even more difficult. Even the King of Menmolu, after nine hundred years of cultivation, was willing to risk his life to force his way into the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea; a hundred years of demonic cultivation, and his primordial spirit was reduced to a mere wisp of a wandering soul.

The path of cultivation is fraught with peril.

"Husband, the banquet is ready." "The Black Lotus Saintess affectionately called Benfeng 'husband.' Her visit to Purple Moluo Mountain was filled with many emotions. She never imagined that King Menmoluo would make such an unbelievable deal with Benfeng.

Upon first hearing of King Menmoluo's death, the Black Lotus Saintess's initial thought was that the demon king had faked his death. However, after learning from Madam Feng that King Menmoluo was only a hair's breadth away from death, her heart was filled with fear. If she

truly lost the protection of one demon king and became the prisoner of another, she would be reduced to a slave—better to die than to go from saintess to slave."

On Tianlai Mountain, the Black Lotus Saintess's Black Lotus Seat magic weapon was destroyed by Benfeng's master, severely damaging her primordial spirit. She was consumed by a desire to seize Benfeng's Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls—seeking quick success in refining a new Black Lotus Seat magic weapon. If it weren't for the opportunity Benfeng's master left for her, the Black Lotus Saintess would have been completely annihilated.

Following Madam Feng, the Black Lotus Saintess realized she had been blinded by her own limited perspective. Remembering her past arrogance in disregarding all cultivators, she was so ashamed that she hid in Madam Feng's room for several days, learning to embroider handkerchiefs from Xiao Bi. Hiding in Madam Feng's room, the Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye no longer had to worry about being abducted by that colossal demonic artifact. The Dark Sanctuary of King Menmaluo arrogantly circled Tianlai Mountain for two days, then flew to Shu Mountain for several more.

Madam Feng dispatched a hidden force to keep a close watch on King Menmaluo's Dark Sanctuary.

The third of the three great demon kings, King Menmala, was only a hundred years away from breaking through to the realm of demon god, yet he suddenly risked the perilous journey of destroying gods to venture into the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea. It couldn't be denied that this guy had gone mad.

Kunlun, Shushan, and Wuyishan—the three great gathering places of otherworldly Daoist cultivators—all had their eyes, sharp enough to discern demons and monsters, fixed intently on this utterly unexpected change.

Especially since King Menmala's sudden transformation was so closely intertwined with a simpleton.

The simpleton's true form—who could discern Li Benfeng's true form? No Golden Immortal could discern the true form of Little Master Benfeng, or rather, Little Master Benfeng's true form was Little Master Benfeng himself.

Little Master Benfeng didn't care about anything else, living as he pleased, holding banquets whenever he wanted, completely ignoring the scorching battles raging in other places on Zimoluo Mountain. You kill yourselves, I'll just sweep the snow from my own doorstep.

Play the music. In the Black Lotus Hall of the Black Lotus Saintess, there was also a troupe of dancers and musicians. It seemed women actually enjoyed watching other women dance. I sincerely asked Madam Feng for her opinion.

Madam Feng smiled and said, "It's beautiful. Men find women beautiful, and women find other women beautiful too."

The maids, trailing long skirts, brought dishes to the Black Lotus Hall, while the troupe prepared their music.

Mount Zimolu wasn't all dull; there was some fun. The Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye had changed into their dance costumes, and it seemed they were going to personally perform a graceful dance for me, young master Feng, like the "Jade Pool Rainbow Robe." A graceful

dance, with thin gauze and fine silk, revealing glimpses of her jade-like body.

These past few days on Mount Zimolu had been filled with transactions with King Menmolu and an unexpected fierce battle with the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess. Watching my wife perform a graceful dance would surely be exhilarating.

The tinkling of the dance music began. Classical and elegant, the sound was like a sweet and refreshing pastry that Madam Feng had popped into her mouth, pleasant from the inside out.

The dance was extremely elegant—exquisitely elegant.

The Black Lotus Saintess and Princess Yunye, along with ten maids, and twelve exquisite bodies in flowing gauze skirts, their legs opening and closing, the skirts blooming like delicate flowers, each section of the skirt concealing two mounds of flesh, their buttocks round and perky, all smooth and tender skin, taut and firm as they twisted and turned, without the slightest excess. Between their thighs was only a small slit in silk, the color of which was extremely light, revealing a section of ripe peach-like pinkish-red, which then extended slightly into a small patch of tender garden, the gap between which was faintly visible, hazily concealing a small tuft of coarse, curly black hair spread out in water, exceptionally.

Chapter 96 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [12]

Two people watched the extremely beautiful and gorgeous dance with great anxiety. Queen Lez and Miss Xueque. These two girls possessed an innate compassion for humanity. All the sisters were anxiously worried about not seeing the magnificent sunrise on Mount Zimoro the next day; how could they remain uninvolved, drinking and listening to music here?

"I can't stand it anymore, I have to go out and kill someone." Queen Lez stood up sullenly, giving a resentful glance to her husband, Benfeng, who was leaning against Madam Feng, thoroughly intoxicated. She picked up her greatsword and walked out of the Black Lotus Hall.

About thirty miles east of the Black Lotus Hall was the Flying Spring Cave. The Flying Spring Cave housed beautiful captives, like Miss Xueque, who were close friends of Queen Lez. These beautiful captives were skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but lacked any physical strength; without protection, they would surely die.

The sounds of battle could be faintly heard. Queen Lez roared and ran like the wind. This woman was a pure martial artist; even with a flying talisman, she couldn't control it, relying solely on her legs and pure strength.

Martial arts cultivation involves tempering muscles and bones, and reaching the level of a Primordial Martial Master allows one to advance further and even achieve sainthood. Han Qinhu, a general of the Sui Dynasty, returned to Chang'an after conquering the Southern Chen Dynasty, having already broken through to the peak of the Primordial Martial Master stage thanks to a copy of the *

Golden Bell Cover Technique*. "If only I could get a

handwritten copy of the *Golden Bell Cover Technique*!" he thought. Queen Lezi, hearing that Madam Feng was leading the mountain's holy maidens to Chang'an, was already plotting how to please her husband, Feng, and obtain a handwritten copy of the *Golden Bell Cover Technique* from Han Qinhu. However, thinking of the frail sisters in Feiquan Cave, she forgot all her previous attempts at flattery.

Approaching the entrance to Feiquan Cave, Queen Lezi leaned on her sword, panting heavily. She was preparing for a bloody battle; it was either him or her. She couldn't die; she had to master the Golden Bell Cover Technique and become a Martial Saint.

After catching her breath, Queen Lezi's heroic spirit soared.

"Lady Lez, hurry, we've been waiting for you." This humble gentleman, Benfeng, calmly stood on a boulder, holding Lady Xueque's delicate

hand. Comparing the two women, the difference in their methods of pleasing their husbands was immediately apparent. Lady Xueque barely moved her lips, and this humble gentleman willingly released a flying talisman; the two arrived hand in hand in the blink of an eye.

Queen Lez was slightly stunned.

This humble gentleman made his move.

The Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword spun down, two Five Qi Flying Dragons enveloping the group of Yin cultivators outside the Flying Spring Cave, their dragon flames roaring.

The Yin cultivators were divided into four groups. Two groups were in front of the Flying Spring Cave, one group on each side, and a small group hidden among several boulders on a mountaintop, where someone was directing the casting of a magic array. The two Five Qi Flying Dragons clearly recognized the group of gray-robed elders beside the cave as their former adversaries.

These elders, judging from their bearing, all exuded the air of seniority, and their magical implements were all wooden fish.

The striking of the wooden fish was like celestial music, extremely pleasing to the ear.

Guarding the cave entrance were the two personal maids of the Golden Palace Saintess. Neither maid possessed the alluring charm to captivate at first sight; instead, they were refined and pleasant-looking, wielding orthodox Daoist flying swords—

the Harmonious Light Flying Star Sword.

Their names, Feiqin and Feiqi, were also pleasing to the ear. Feiqin—Tianqin. Upon hearing Madam Xueque utter the names, Benfeng couldn't help but think of Senior Sister Tianqin. Feiqin's features bore a resemblance to Senior Sister Tianqin.

Behind Feiqin and Feiqi was a group of soldiers clad in armor, wielding crossbows. The soldiers continuously shouted in unison, unleashing over a dozen volleys of crossbow arrows. Although outnumbered, they managed to hold back the enemy's powerful attack.

This was the Golden Palace Saintess's territory. The Golden Palace Saintess was the leader of the Thunder Sound Tribe among the Nine Venerables and Thirty-Three Divisions. Her main territory was located on Thunder Sound Peak, two hundred miles away.

The Golden Palace Saintess was not a demonic cultivator, but a righteous Daoist practitioner. She founded the Golden Palace Sect and led a rebellious army against the Sui Dynasty in Lingnan. After the fall of the Southern Chen Dynasty, she fought against the Turkic Iron Cavalry in over twenty battles without ever suffering a defeat. King Menmala, recognizing the Golden Palace Saintess's extraordinary abilities, used despicable methods to lure her to Mount Zimala.

He could deceive her outwardly, but not her heart. Once on Mount Zimala, the Golden Palace Saintess established her own independent force, training her elite troops day and night. She awaited the day she could rise up again, destroy King Menmala, and destroy the Sui Dynasty… The Golden Palace Saintess and King Menmala had such a complex relationship.

The Golden Palace Saintess commanded her troops with authority and was the only saintess on Mount Zimala who did not keep male slaves. When she drew her Golden Palace Thunder Sound Sword, over ten thousand responded. On Golden Palace Peak, battle flags fluttered daily, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens.

The overwhelming killing intent generated by the battle formation was something that the hidden cultivators nearby avoided like the plague.

Benfeng sensed the fearless killing intent emanating from the soldiers in Feiquan Cave. For martial cultivators, the most precious foundation is this kind of indomitable killing intent, even when outmatched in strength. Even Benfeng, with his late-stage Innate Realm cultivation, felt his blood surge when faced with a mere hundred men shouting battle cries.

It was unimaginable that Senior Sister Tianqin and Junior Sister Tianyin, in Fengjiabao, could withstand the combined might of five thousand Turkic cavalry.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Feiqin and Feiqi's soldiers countered the demonic sounds emanating from the gray-robed elder's wooden fish with even more ferocious shouts.

These seemingly otherworldly sounds neutralized the will of those facing the enemy. Upon first hearing them, Benfeng felt as if the elder was a transcendent immortal, sacrificing everything to compassionately guide the mortals.

Kill! Queen Lezi raised her greatsword and charged into the gray-robed elder's battle formation. This girl was quite adept at seizing opportunities, coordinating perfectly with the dragon flames of the two flying dragons. As the giant sword descended, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the souls of the Yin cultivators were devoured by the dragons—and a dark shadow instantly turned the corpses into ashes. The

tightly bound battle formation, the tangled tortoise-net magic array, was breached by the terrifying dragon flames spewed out by Queen Lez and the two Five Qi flying dragons. The gray-robed elders, who were least skilled in direct combat, retreated in terror. A group of sword-wielding women in green robes filled the gaps behind the elders.

Several of the women in green robes already had white hair. Ben Feng was extremely puzzled: the two groups of people on either side, the strong young men carrying tortoise shells on their backs, watched as this group of women charged forward, yet they showed no intention of helping them at all, only continuously emitting some strange, black-green algae covered with ice shards. The most mature and composed white-haired elder in the flying sword battle formation didn't rush in, but hovered at the cave entrance.

What kind of women were these? They didn't seem like the kind of demonic cultivators who would seize any opportunity.

Seeing the arrival of reinforcements, Fei Qin's spirits lifted. Pointing her flying sword at the peak of the stone mountain before her, she shouted, "Kill the one wearing the five-colored golden armor!"

The five-colored golden armor—the Golden Turtle King, the old turtle of Qianbi Pool who, after being destroyed by the Kunlun Golden Immortal, was determined to seize the title of Demon King. Three hundred miles away at the foot of Jinque Peak was Qianbi Pool, the Golden Turtle King's demonic territory.

The Golden Palace Saintess had gone to Zimolu Mountain, and the Golden Turtle King couldn't stand it anymore. His soaring killing intent penetrated Qianbi Pool, disturbing the peace of his turtle offspring.

The Golden Turtle King was extremely frustrated. King Menmolu's forceful incursion into the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea allowed King Jin Gui to seize the opportunity. King Jin Gui, leading his tortoise offspring, emerged from the pool and wreaked havoc, subjugating over twenty Daoist sects.

Therefore, the white-haired, sword-wielding elder I saw was undoubtedly a member of the orthodox Daoist sect.

King Jin Gui, a five-hundred-year-old demon cultivator, along with the demonic elder from Divine Wood Mountain, meant that no Daoist cultivator around Purple Moluo Mountain could rival them. They could only endure and follow, awaiting divine intervention.

My arrival brought this opportunity. I, your humble servant, am a master of serendipitous encounters, attracting the attention of even Golden Immortals; I am no ordinary being.

The Black Lotus Saintess appeared, standing on a mound five miles behind Benfeng, holding up the green wood of her natal magic weapon, the Black Lotus Throne, pointing at the Golden Turtle King, and loudly proclaiming, "Old Turtle of Thousand Jade Pool, surrender! I'll have my husband spare your life, giving you a chance to cultivate again."

"Heh heh, a woman who can't even protect her natal magic weapon, what right does she have to yell at me? You few, heh heh, ignorant, heh heh, not even enough for my turtle offspring to weave a few cloaks of life." The Golden Turtle King didn't show his face, but suddenly unleashed two forty-zhang-long yellow-white Xuanbing Spiral Algae. The moment the Xuanbing Spiral Algae were released, a bone-chilling cold immediately permeated the area around Flying Spring Cave.

This old ghost is truly formidable; in five hundred years, he's progressed from black to blue to yellow. If he really stole the Earth Yin Golden Clam from Flying Spring Cave and mastered the White Magnetic Ray, even a Golden Immortal would have to go through a great deal of trouble to destroy his primordial spirit.

Mount Zimolu was already extremely cold, and this old tortoise made it even worse.

Several soldiers, already wounded by swords, couldn't bear it any longer, their teeth chattering, and they collapsed to the ground.

The Black Lotus Saintess let out a soft shout, and the green wooden staff she held emitted a sharp whistling sound. Dozens of red lights burst forth, and suddenly hundreds of Earth Yin Flame Birds flew up from the ground.

Ben Feng's dragon-shaped snake shadow sword, sensing the change, released the black lotus male and female pearls within its blade, which landed on the green wooden staff. Instantly, a magical treasure woven with nine black lotuses bloomed.

The Holy Light True Form Nine Lotus Throne.

The Black Lotus Saintess hadn't expected such a dramatic turn of events from her risky attempt.

The Golden Tortoise King's Yellow Mystic Ice Spiral Algae dissolved into dark green liquid in pieces. With a strange cry, a five-colored golden net enveloped the Black Lotus Saintess.

Benfeng roared, "Old tortoise, you're generous enough to spare no expense in refining my wife's natal magic weapon!" The dragon-shaped snake shadow sword in Benfeng's hand surged with power, sword clouds enveloping his entire body.

Three solid dragon shapes, along with the flying dragon soaring in the air, charged towards the Golden Tortoise King.

The Golden Tortoise King let out two strange cries, its body suddenly expanding, and the pointed head of the five-colored golden tortoise emerged from the boulder.

It opened its mouth and spat out three streams of black Xuanbing Snail Algae. The old tortoise used a feint, striking the weakest two, Queen Lez and Miss Xueque.

Queen Lez and Miss Xueque cried out in unison, losing their footing and falling to the ground. The Golden Tortoise King chanted an incantation, and Queen Lez and Miss Xueque were immediately enveloped in the Xuanbing Snail Algae and lifted into the air.

The Golden Tortoise King's shell, however, was shattered by Benfeng's three dragon shapes. Its body was torn in two by two flying claws.

"Li Benfeng, you're still too green!" the Golden Turtle King roared again, and a genuine five-colored turtle body appeared ten miles away. Queen Lezi and Miss Xueque were inside the shell.

In his smugness, the Golden Turtle King uttered the word "Break," and the middle section of Feiquan Cave suddenly burst open, a waterfall cascading down, revealing a tranquil, deep blue spring. A golden clam floated to the surface.

The Golden Turtle King had long coveted this cultivation aid, the Earth Yin Magnetic Light Golden Clam. With a single word to "collect," the Golden Turtle King found the clam completely unresponsive.

Had someone already snatched it? How could this be? The Earth Yin Golden Clam, stored in Feiquan Cave, was known only to King Menmalo and the Golden Turtle King. Given King Menmalo's character, he would never reveal it to anyone. Yet,

King Menmalo had revealed it to a third party.

A deal.

The golden clam that Lady Mingyue had transformed into quietly opened, and a beam of shimmering light burst forth from within the Golden Turtle King's body. The Black Lotus Saintess's nine black lotuses enveloped the Golden Turtle King's five-colored shell.

Beneath the Golden Turtle King, earth-shaking flames erupted once more… to make matters worse, Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword pierced the Golden Turtle King's shell, and the swirling essence of Yang energy poured into the old turtle's primordial spirit.

Explosion! Explosion again! Explosion still! A magnificent five-colored radiance, the primordial spirit of a five-hundred-year-old demon cultivator, revealed five colorful eggs…

Benfeng secretly rejoiced: How should I distribute these five colorful eggs? It seems insufficient; why isn't the old turtle a seven-colored golden turtle?

The last wisp of the Golden Turtle King's soul said resentfully, "If I were a seven-colored golden turtle, I would be one of the seven great demon kings."

Chapter 97 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Thirteen]

"Little Black, Little Leaf, Little Snow, Little Lez, quick, each of you take one golden turtle egg, the last one is mine." Benfeng shouted with a husbandly air to the Black Lotus Saintess, Princess Cloud Leaf, Miss Snow, and Queen Lez to snatch the spoils. The women heard the order and chased after the five golden turtle eggs.

The five golden turtle eggs bounced and flew into the waterfall of Feiquan Cave.

The waterfall, with ice and snow, was a beautiful sight.

The ladies laughed and went to snatch the golden turtle eggs—Benfeng also jumped and leaped into the waterfall. The five colorful turtle eggs were quite intelligent, appearing and disappearing in the water.

Suddenly, several golden lights flashed.

The Golden Clam—below the Flying Spring Cave, golden light shimmered incessantly. A girl draped in seven-colored algae had two golden clam shells attached to her arms. The girl smiled, her eyes curiously watching Benfeng and the other women laughing and joking as they snatched the golden turtle eggs.

Lady Mingyue shouted, "Quickly collect the golden turtle eggs!"

The Black Lotus Saintess collected one. The Black Lotus Pearls unleashed their power again; with a flash of their spiritual eyes, the greenish-glowing golden turtle egg obediently accepted its master.

The remaining four were all collected into the Golden Clam girl's shell. The Golden Clam girl chuckled and even said "Thank you." Benfeng, looking at her charming appearance, really couldn't bring himself to break her shell and take what was inside.

Queen Lez, in a hurry, mustered her strength and hurled her giant sword. The sword pierced the water, only shattering a rock. The algae on the golden clam spun rapidly, instantly turning the clear spring water murky. The Golden Clam girl vanished.

"Let's go. This place is our territory now anyway. Let's deal with those spoils of the fun outside first." Benfeng wasn't in a hurry. This hidden gem, the Flying Spring Cave, was quite warm and inviting. He might as well come back again and explore. Perhaps he could find something else.

Outside the Flying Spring Cave, the sounds of battle rose again.

The elite Salo of the two Demon Kings had arrived. There was a superior-grade cultivation artifact on the mountain, which the God Kings Zanmozhi and Bamiluo had already seized, determined to take the treasure and also claim the title of one of the three Demon Kings. With a superior-grade artifact to aid cultivation, becoming one of the three Demon Kings would allow them to enter the Void Demon Palace to refine their demonic arts and break through to the realm of Demon God—a goal pursued tirelessly for centuries.

The first batch of Salo died, but that was that—dying for the Demon King's obsession, a worthy death.

The elite Salo formed their magic array, unhurried and composed. The battle cries came from another group of soldiers who appeared out of nowhere, a hundred of them shouting in unison. This group was dressed as soldiers of the Southern Chen Dynasty.

Suddenly, Xue Que cried out, "Centurion!"

How could the centurion not be dead!

Pure, battle-hardened warriors of the Yellow Sands faced off against the Demon King's elite Salo. Regardless of victory or defeat, as long as they survived, it would be an extremely valuable experience.

Chen Dingjian and Chen Dingyuan, leading the Tianheng Mountain Daoist cultivators, appeared. Hundreds of blazing iron furnaces, and pieces of black iron refined to white-hot hues, perfectly countered the chill of Zimolu Mountain. The hundred-foot glaciers in the valley, the crimson iron furnaces, the red-hot backs of strong, muscular men, and the rising and falling shouts of battle foreshadowed an earth-shattering bloodbath about to begin.

A group of invisible figures also appeared. These people lay silently and lazily on several towering boulders outside Feiquan Cave, seemingly spectators. Two of them were even playing Go, white against black.

This must be what they call "strategic warfare with a smile."

Madam Feng, still dressed as an ordinary woman, held a teapot and poured tea for the two Go players.

Benfeng stepped into the fray, his Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword pointing at a Salo wielding a stone disc magical artifact. This Salo was only two feet tall, standing out among the group of tall Salos.

This was no ordinary Salo; he was an elder of the Demon Palace under the divine king Zanmo. The stone disc he held was crafted from the Thunderfire Jade of Jade Disc Peak in Zanmo Mountain—

the Illusory Light Thunderfire Disc.

Benfeng wasn't interested in the man himself, but in the magical artifact in his hand. Panmo's two dragon souls were already restless; they had encountered an old acquaintance.

Their essence swirled, and before the sword was even drawn, sword clouds enveloped their entire bodies. Benfeng didn't unleash the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword; instead, like a novice Taoist cultivator, he gripped the hilt tightly with his right hand and unleashed a sword strike with his true power. The strike

produced no dazzling light, remaining silent and still. Yet, Benfeng's arm, wielding the sword, revealed a layer of golden dragon scales—transforming intent outwards and merging with matter inwards.

His divine sense and sword had become one. Golden Immortals spent centuries cultivating a substantial, unadorned natal sword essence. This sword strike of Benfeng's was certainly not the natal sword essence of a Golden Immortal that instilled utter despair, but it deeply understood the purest and most profound essence of sword energy.

The Demon Palace elder clearly recognized its value.

With a single incantation, forty elite Salo blocked Benfeng's path.

Benfeng's seemingly ordinary sword strike cleaved twenty of the forty elite Salo in two. The Demon Palace elder chanted another incantation, and another forty elite Salo approached Benfeng.

Benfeng uttered a single, low-pitched "Yes, sir." His voice wasn't loud, yet its pressure was immense. A wheel of seals, carrying a dragon shape, was released, instantly exploding into hundreds of fiery wheels, their flames roaring and advancing in succession.

Another sword strike, silent and still.

Another pile of corpses accumulated around him. Benfeng continued to advance step by step.

...

The Black Lotus Saintess's true form, the Black Lotus Throne, appeared in the icy valley five miles to Benfeng's right. Several crows cawed, the Black Lotus spun, and the elite Salo's Black Bone Magic Array emitted a ghastly bloody light.

The array alternated between red and dark, and people fell continuously.

Chen Dingjian's spear, woven with killing intent, was unleashed. The spear pierced the ground, and dozens of roars rang out as the Yin cultivators hidden underground leaped out.

Chen Dingyuan waved his fan, releasing golden threads. The strong men roared, their hundred arms moving in unison, molten iron spewing from the air. The golden threads and the white-hot molten iron intertwined to form fan-shaped patterns, rushing towards the Yin cultivators to Benfeng's left.

Madam Feng's leisurely command was like playing chess; seemingly ordinary moves were actually part of the overall strategy.

Madam Feng had already been planning the whole thing while feeding Benfeng pastries. Coincidentally, the Golden Turtle King had jumped out first to give Benfeng and the others a practice run in formation.

This great battle was intended to eliminate the two demon kings who were eager to seize the treasure.

Of course, the plan had to be executed methodically. If the reclusive hermit invited by Madam Feng was only there for mundane killing and womanizing, it would be overkill.

Subduing the two demon kings wasn't enough. Accumulating wealth, enough to rival a nation, was also a crucial part of the overall strategy.

...

Ben Feng took thirteen steps, and the Demon Palace Elder, holding the jade plate, was now surrounded by less than a hundred elite Salo warriors. Miss Xue Que and Queen Lez finally joined the centurion. This group stood less than three hundred feet behind the Demon Palace Elder. The centurion, who had

been resurrected, had actually learned the demonic art, the Soul-Burning Thunderfire Technique.

He swung his greatsword, chanted a thunderfire incantation, and released the living souls of two Yin Corpses. The souls exploded, spewing thunder and fire in all directions. The greatsword's pure Yang killing intent and sinister soul-devouring demonic power instantly obliterated an elite Salo, scattering his corpse and collecting his soul into an object on the centurion's wrist.

The Demon Palace elder, attacked from both sides, seemed doomed.

Benfeng took five more steps forward. The Demon Palace elder let out a strange cry, leaping towards Xue Que.

"You stingy fool, willing to risk your life for your wealth! Release your magic weapon!" Benfeng unleashed the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, two five-elemental flying dragons shooting out to block the Demon Palace elder.

A thunderous roar and a dozen flickering lightning bolts—the Demon Palace elder finally summoned the Illusionary Light Thunderfire Disc.

Survival was paramount; a lost magic weapon could be reforged, but losing one's life was a grave loss.

The Demon Palace elder became invisible.

The elite Salo were now surrounded by Xue Que and Queen Lez.

Slash!

Amidst shouts of battle, swords slashed relentlessly, pure brute force!

A withered old vine swayed eerily. The Illusory Lightning Fire Disc burrowed into the ground and rapidly moved in another direction. Benfeng kept a close eye on the Illusory Lightning Fire Disc, chasing it all the way to the Black Lotus Saintess's battle formation.

The Earthly Yin Flames blazed. The earth and stones on the ground turned a scorched red.

The Black Lotus Saintess's nine black lotuses unleashed their divine power in a battle against the Divine Maiden of the God King, Bamiluo. The object the Divine Maiden of the God King wielded was Princess Yunye's most prized possession. For that object, Princess Yunye and the Divine Maiden of the God King had fought openly and secretly four times, yet Princess Yunye had never managed to obtain it.

It

was a tit-for-tat struggle.

"Little Black, take that plate down for me." The Wind Seal Wheels stacked, instantly killing more than a dozen Yin cultivators beside the Black Lotus Saintess. The Black Lotus Saintess smiled gently, the black lotus seat swirling in her arms, the nine black lotuses spun to the ground, forcing the Illusionary Light Thunderfire Plate into the air.

The spirit eyes of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls blinked, and the Yin spirits hidden within the Illusionary Light Thunderfire Plate reluctantly flew out.

Done.

Benfeng gently nudged the Black Lotus Saintess's shoulder. "Continue, Xiaoye is still waiting for you to get that thing from the Divine Jade Saintess."

The Divine Jade Saintess was enraged by Benfeng's words and shouted, "You lot? Hmph, you're all dead this time!"

"Who's dead? You're the one who's dead! This is my husband's territory. You should know better than to take advantage of someone's misfortune." The Black Lotus Saintess's black lotus seat enveloped the Divine Jade Saintess.

Benfeng wasn't in a hurry to join the battle. He wanted to see how the Divine Jade Saintess would use her magic weapon. This girl's magic weapon was actually very similar to the Water Wave White Silk that Lady Mingyue had refined.

The name was quite nice, Mi Luo Cai Ni Lian.

"Husband, come here." Lady Mingyue stood charmingly beside Lady Feng, holding an old vine in her hand.

The Demon Palace Elder's natal spirit was hidden in the old vine. He thought he had escaped death, but Lady Mingyue's Shadow-Searching Glass had found him, and a white ribbon of water sealed him off.

Observing the game

, Benfeng was utterly shocked. The chessboard of the two reclusive figures was clearly a battlefield. The scene of Benfeng forcing the Demon Palace elder to his death was still vivid in his mind.

Looking at the chess pieces in the hands of the two reclusive figures, they were just ordinary pebbles, casually picked up, yet once placed on the board, they were clearly leading figures in the battle. On

the chessboard, there were also Chang'an City, Tianlai Mountain, Shu Mountain, Wuyi Mountain, and Kunlun.

This was the true overall situation.

Benfeng sighed: There are heavens beyond heavens.

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