[Fantasy] Li Benfeng's Three Palaces and Six Courtyards (Complete) - 22-24

Chapter 111 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Twenty-Seven]

Two Flying Star Swords of Harmony shattered the bathtub. Fairy Fu Nie lay on her back with her legs wide open in an inelegant manner. To dodge the flying swords, Ben Feng lay beside Fairy Fu Nie, his underpants falling down, and that filthy thing poked into Fairy Fu Nie's jade ear. The two of them were in a very disheveled position.

"Fei Qin, Fei Qi, you two have come to kill me again. You are really something. I was doing a good deed with my husband, Feng, which is better than building a seven-level pagoda. You don't even pity me for dying for you once..." The tone of the God King Fu Nie was like that of the mistress of a wealthy family.

"Demon King, you have caused my son Feng to lose his true nature, and you have used trickery to deceive us... Humph, even if it costs us our lives, we will save my son Feng!" Fei Qin had a determined look of "the fish must die and the net must break," her eyes fixed on the God King Fu Nie, whose limbs were scattered on the ground.

Feiqi released dozens of Kasyapa leaves, urgently shouting, "Young Master Benfeng, hurry!"

Benfeng was both amused and exasperated. He had just finished fastening his underpants and bent down to pick up his wet outer trousers from the ground. Feiqin grabbed Benfeng's shirt with one hand, picked up his dragon-shaped snake shadow sword, leaped to his side, and carried him onto the Kasyapa leaves that Feiqi had repeatedly released.

The God-King Funie had set up a restrictive array in the room, rendering flying swords and flying talismans useless. The two women had simply used martial arts techniques to throw the Harmonious Light Flying Star Sword.

Their good intentions had backfired. The two women, thinking they had succeeded, protected Benfeng and flew away from the elegant room on the Kasyapa leaves.

"If I don't teach you a lesson, how will you know my selfless and devoted heart? Alas... why did I have to get entangled with this little monster for no reason?" The God-King Funie sighed, watching the three people, whose shadows still lingered from Kasyapa leaves, rush away in the direction they had gone.

The Demon King's obsession with achieving immortality was too powerful, beyond comprehension.

Benfeng, still wearing only his underpants, relied on his raw, pure strength, stepping on Kasyapa, and arm-in-arm with Feiqin and Feiqi, running aimlessly for an hour.

"We're almost free from the Demon King's restraints," Feiqin said to Feiqi, jumping off Kasyapa and stopping.

"The Demon King's restraints? I don't know anything about Demon King restraints." Benfeng was bewildered.

"Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see clearly. Young Master Benfeng has been corrupted by that venomous Demon King, Funie Mumo. Now, we need to find a quiet place. Feiqi and I can use the Kasyapa given to us by Madam Feng to restore Young Master Benfeng's true nature," Feiqin said confidently.

It was unbelievable that they could rescue Young Master Benfeng unharmed from the Demon King Funie. The two girls looked at Benfeng innocently, their faces full of smiles.

"What kind of place is this? I need to put on some clothes." Benfeng, who hadn't felt any restriction before, was now somewhat dazed. His mind was completely blank, the surroundings were pitch black, and a few faint stars shone in the sky.

All around him were swirling clouds and snow mist. Benfeng reached out and felt the snowflakes clinging to his hand.

Feiqin squatted down, gesturing for Benfeng to climb onto her back. Feiqin was worried that Benfeng didn't have much strength left to run barefoot.

Benfeng frowned. "You... hey, I can't explain it either. I can still walk. We don't need to run around blindly trying to avoid Fairy Funie anymore. If she really wants to harm me, there's no way I can escape."

"Huh? You call her Fairy?" Feiqi asked in surprise.

"Yes, she said that if I called her 'Fairy,' she would help me transfer the Water Lotus of Fairy Luo's destiny into Feng Xiaolian's body to form a fetus and nurture life—I was taking a risk with this, so actually, Fairy Funie didn't gain anything... You don't know, the Shennong Pulse Classic says that to form a fetus and nurture life with innate Qi, one must be selfless and give up everything to succeed... These things... are really hard to explain clearly."

Benfeng's words were somewhat unclear even to himself, and he couldn't directly mention his intimate moments with Miss Funie, as it seemed he was somewhat blinded by lust and out of

his mind. Feiqin and Feiqi suddenly realized: Young Master Benfeng was so bewitched by the Demon King Funie that he couldn't even speak clearly, talking about forming a fetus in the golden body of a Golden Immortal, and even wanting to put it into the body of Feng Xiaolian, who had harmed men... Now, they needed to quickly find a quiet place so that Young Master Benfeng could quickly regain his true nature.

Without a word, Feiqin hoisted Benfeng onto her back, her bare feet barely touching the ground as they raced along the mountain path. Feiqi followed behind, carrying two flying swords for protection. They

crossed snow-covered ridge after ridge, snow-covered valley after valley, Feiqin's eyes constantly scanning the sides of the path for shelter.

"Careful! There's a Dark Separation Formation ahead!" Feiqi suddenly cried out. Her flying sword had somehow appeared in front of Feiqin, and where it passed, a dark, phosphorescent formation appeared.

"It's alright now. We should be free from Miss Funie's restrictions. Look, I can control Feiqi's flying sword now," Benfeng said, running on Feiqin's back.

"Really?" Feiqi also felt that she could control the Heguang Flying Star Sword.

Feiqin's face was already drenched in sweat. Not from exhaustion, but from Benfeng's... that filthy thing of his, so hard, was rubbing against her back muscles, making them tingle.

Her state of mind was quite different from Feiqi's. Even though Benfeng could wield a flying sword, he was still preoccupied with lust; otherwise, how could he have thought of such sordid matters in such a dangerous situation?

Benfeng, somewhat disappointed, left Feiqin's jade-like back, took his clothes from Feiqi's hands, and slowly put them on.

Feiqin wiped away her sweat and said to Benfeng, "We still need to be careful, avoid that entanglement of the Youli magic array, and try not to cause any trouble. Feiqi and I have been here before; there's a village further down where we can rest."

Benfeng looked around and saw wisps of smoke rising from the lush forest in the distance. "Okay, fine, I'll listen to you. We're away from that godforsaken Moro Mountain, no more fighting to the death, we can finally find a place to stay… My stomach has been growling for ages."

After crossing two hills, the three saw a place covered in vines clinging to the rocks, where someone had built a wooden house against the mountainside.

Entering the house, they realized it was an inn where they could stay, drink, and eat.

Two or three square wooden tables, four or five bored guests. The innkeeper was a middle-aged woman with no charm whatsoever, and her voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Such a woman, ironically, put Feiqin and Feiqi at ease. Young Master Benfeng was blinded by lust and feared encountering a beautiful woman who might tempt him. The two women had no confidence in their plans for their private life and were afraid of unforeseen complications that would ruin everything.

"Should we contact the sect leader, or wait for Madam Feng to arrive?" Feiqi whispered to Feiqin, giving the innkeeper a few taels of silver.

"Want some wine? It's free here," the old, ugly middle-aged woman suddenly said to Benfeng.

"Yes, several jars, please," Benfeng readily agreed. "

No, we can't drink. Drinking will lead to promiscuity, we can't drink," Feiqin quickly stopped Benfeng.

Disciples of the orthodox Daoist sect abstained from alcohol, and of course, from lust. Benfeng didn't care about these rules and regulations. As a disciple of the Zhexing Pavilion, he had never heard of any such rules. Since joining the sect, he had never abstained from anything.

He didn't abstain from alcohol, meat, or lust.

The old ugly woman immediately brought Benfeng three jars of aged liquor.

The other guests also called for more wine.

Feiqi's dishes arrived, all light vegetarian fare. Benfeng ate a few bites, then opened the wine jar, poured three bowls of wine, picked up one, and took two sips.

The wine was good, with a mellow flavor.

Feiqi kept her eyes fixed on Benfeng. After Benfeng put down his bowl, she whispered to him, "Just a few sips are enough. Drinking too much is bad. This place is also a dangerous place; we can't be careless."

Feiqin glared angrily at the group of idlers who were rambling and drinking.

They weren't ordinary people like ants. Two of them carried swords on their backs, and the other had a bald head, suggesting he was a martial arts practitioner with a muscular physique.

Benfeng, on the other hand, was quite happy. He was glad to have Feiqin and Feiqi with him, so he could drink freely and flirt with them as he pleased, instead of being stuck on the suffocating Purple Moluo Mountain, constantly in danger of losing his life.

Benfeng finished his bowl of wine, then asked the old ugly woman for some meat dishes, slowly savoring them while listening to the idlers' rambling.

"You think carrying a sword makes you a Daoist cultivator? Hmph, I've been here for a while now, and I've seen plenty of people carrying swords. Hmph, not one of them dares to utter a word in front of General Han, the governor of Liangzhou." The muscular man, shaking his bald head, finished his wine and slammed the bowl heavily on the table.

A thin-faced man carrying a sword glanced disdainfully at the man with the muscular build. "Don't brag about Han Qinhu's third-rate Golden Bell Shield again. I'd like to ask you, back in Chicken Cage Mountain, the Three Yang Flying Sword forced Han Qinhu to not dare utter a sound. Can you even make your legs tremble?"

Benfeng grabbed a piece of cooked beef, threw it into his mouth, and shouted "Good!" The others ignored him and continued their boasting.

"You're all ignorant and ill-informed. Look at the current state of the world. Aren't the two emperors in the Sui Dynasty powerful? Yet, Lady Feng, a frail woman who can barely hold a chicken, dares to defy them. She openly disregards the concept of chastity and allows an unknown, unscrupulous young man to become her lover in her boudoir. That's what you call awe-inspiring. Just thinking about a woman like that makes my blood boil."

The speaker had a lewd appearance, but he was dressed in a finely crafted silk robe.

"You're wrong about that. With Madam Feng's discerning eye, she would never choose a stupid boy to raise in her maiden's quarters. That boy is simply blessed with good fortune, becoming the successor of the Zhexing Pavilion... I bet none of you have ever heard of the Zhexing Pavilion in Yingshui Continent, and you certainly don't know the true identity of the Southern Dynasty's Empress." Another man carrying a sword lowered his voice mysteriously after speaking, "Look, those two women and one man, guess where they came from?"

"Damn it, in your eyes, they're either celestial beings or flying swords, they can scatter a handful of leaves and they're like fairies scattering flowers, damn it... Let's drink, and then go have some fun at the Yuncui Pavilion." The burly man glared at Benfeng, then looked at Feiqin and Feiqi.

His eyes immediately lit up.

"Boss, seven bowls of vegetarian rice, please." Before the person even arrived, a clear female voice floated in.

"Give me two boiled eggs and a bowl of snow lotus porridge." It was another female voice, equally clear and melodious.

"Damn, they're here as soon as I said they would! Look, flying swords!" The thin-faced man carrying a sword looked in amazement at the seven women in flowing robes who were flying through the air on flying swords.

"Senior sister, Li Benfeng! I saw that freak Li Benfeng! I've finally found this brat!" A sweet, delighted voice rang out.

Chapter 112 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [Twenty-Eight]

The sweet-voiced junior sister was Ping Shuang from the Qingni Sect of the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance. The Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance had received an invitation from the Zhenlian Sect to select disciples for training at Chezhen Mountain. This was something that the younger generation of disciples desperately wanted. If a disciple who was diligent in their cultivation was selected, they could be sent to the Zhenguan Cave by the guardian elders, thus advancing to the Innate Realm of the Outer Daoist Cultivator.

The seven sect leaders of the Eight Paths Alliance only selected seven disciples from their sects, all of whom were women. In the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance, among the younger generation, the females are more prominent than the males. The second and third generation male disciples have all failed miserably in the sect competitions, with not a single one able to distinguish themselves. Among the female disciples, however, three have already advanced to the late-stage of the Innate Realm, and they have come with seven diligently cultivating junior sisters.

The three female disciples encountered several Yin cultivators who were secretly attacking them, intending to seize their magical treasures. So they let their seven junior sisters find a place to stay first.

"Qingling Inn... Hey, Li Benfeng, have you seen our late ancestor?" Junior Sister Ping Shuang was seeing Benfeng for the second time, and her words carried a newfound warmth.

The disciples of the sect had seen Ying Fuzhen's true form in the Thousand Gold Mirror of Jiazhong and had been ordered to return to Wuyi Mountain. Privately, they often talked about Benfeng, this extremely eccentric disciple of the Zhexing Pavilion. There was something strange about him: the disciples of the Zhexing Pavilion had no strict rules and regulations, and could even create their own sect.

Why could they be so unrestrained? Why could Li Benfeng establish the Tianlian Sect?

Junior Sister Ping Shuang blinked at Fei Qin, "Oh my, you look so much like Senior Sister Tian Qin!"

Ben Feng beckoned to Ping Shuang, "Come on, have a few bowls of wine. I'm practically bored to death on Mount Zimolu. I just came down from the mountain... Where are you seven going?"

"We... we came for you. Our late master said you were kidnapped by the Demon King and taken to Mount Molu. So our late master ordered us to find you." Ping Shuang indeed walked up to Ben Feng, pretending to take a bowl to drink.

"Junior Sister, no!" Dai Xiang stopped Ping Shuang.

"Come sit down, everyone. Let me introduce you. This is Feiqin and Feiqi from the Southern Chen Golden Palace Sect." Benfeng moved a long bench to his side and turned to Feiqin and Feiqi, saying, "Of the seven people, I recognize three. The one who wants to drink is Junior Sister Pingshuang from the Qingni Sect. Behind her are Daixiang from the Zidian Sect and Yunxiao from the Qinghong Sect... As for the other four, it seems I'm seeing them for the first time."

"You still haven't told me if you've met our late master?" Pingshuang sheathed her flying sword and sat down next to Benfeng.

"No, I haven't. I escaped death twice. If it weren't for the three seniors from Mount Shu, you definitely wouldn't see me drinking so leisurely." Benfeng really wanted to see if Ying Fuzhen's injuries had left any scars. That idiot King Menmolu, bored out of his mind, insisted on venturing into the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea. With this delay, more than two months have passed. If nothing unexpected happens, the injuries on Sect Master Ying's face should be completely healed.

"We heard you encountered the Demon King of Luofu, and you were blasted into a meat dumpling by his Xuan Yin Bi Yan Pearl. Senior Sister Dai Xiang heard about it and cried all night on Jade Maiden Peak." Junior Sister Ping Shuang playfully stuck out her tongue at Dai Xiang.

"Who told you to say that? You're just being a chatterbox." Dai Xiang glanced at Ben Feng calmly and said, "We were ordered by the sect leader to go to Chezhen Mountain. We met our late master on the way and knew you were out of danger, so we looked around to see if we could find any useful information."

Dai Xiang's calm demeanor made Ben Feng feel a little inferior. It was obvious that Dai Xiang's cultivation had reached a level where she was unmoved by worldly romantic feelings. Her words were like Senior Sister Tian Qin's, with an unapproachable and proud air.

Yun Xiang next to Dai Xiang also had an expression of complete detachment.

In just two months, Dai Xiang and Yun Xiao's advancement in cultivation had been so rapid.

Ben Feng ordered some more vegetarian dishes and a bowl of exquisitely cooked snow lotus porridge for each of the seven Wuyi junior sisters. The old, ugly woman's culinary skills were a stark contrast to her ugly face.

Appearances can be deceiving; this woman, so ugly, cooked snow lotus porridge that Junior Sister Ping Shuang praised highly, even wanting another bowl. The old, ugly woman shook her head, saying there were only seven bowls.

"Junior Sister Ping Shuang, here, I'll give you a magic weapon." A clear, melodious voice said.

"Coming." Junior Sister Ping Shuang released her Azure Rainbow Sword, flying out the door to retrieve a magic weapon adorned with thorns.

The Purple Light Wheel.

A tall figure flew in. Qing Wei, an outstanding second-generation female disciple of the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance.

The other guests were already stunned.

A legendary figure.

Ben Feng also wanted to see, but Fei Qi deliberately stood up and blocked his way. Fei Qin whispered to Ben Feng, "We're not staying here anymore, let's find another place… It seems things won't be peaceful again this time."

"Bring it on, I'll meet it head-on." Benfeng remained calm and composed. He'd been begging for this perfect opportunity to get closer to the senior and junior sisters of the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance.

Feiqin and Feiqi were worried about Benfeng's serious problem of being infatuated with women and having no cure.

With so many extraordinary beauties arriving all at once, how could Benfeng possibly resist? That junior sister Pingxiang even said that seven more senior and junior sisters from the True Lotus Sect were coming.

Benfeng's eyes darted back and forth among the beauties, as he drank his wine bowl, thoroughly enjoying himself. The wine didn't intoxicate him; it was the lust that made him drunk.

"The spies are coming, be careful!" Benfeng warned. Having left the stone house where the girl Funie had been, and arrived at the Qingling Inn with Feiqin and Feiqi, Benfeng's consciousness began to stir.

Below the Qingling Inn was another mountain ridge, at the foot of which lay a four-step-wide east-west stone path. Walking on the path were a group of barbarians with miraculously uniform appearances. Large eyes, short nose, blood-red lips, long ears—their features were so tightly knit they looked as if someone had pinched them. They were only three feet tall, yet each held a dark, bluish-green wooden sword.

It was these swords that alerted Benfeng.

Undoubtedly, they were being controlled by Yin people. The wooden swords shimmered with a strange, intertwined blue and black light.

"Li Benfeng, you're amazing! Senior Sister Qingwei said those Yin people are still thirty miles away." Ping Shuang's flying sword had already reached the mountain ridge near the stone path.

"I'm not amazing at all. I just sensed something strange about the wooden swords those barbarians on the stone path were holding." Benfeng chuckled, taking another sip of wine. Benfeng

thought of the two reclusive scholars playing chess on Mount Zimolu, calmly and eloquently strategizing even in the face of a fierce battle they could control.

Benfeng finally saw Qingwei's ethereal face. But seeing it was as if he hadn't seen it at all; his senses were blurred. Benfeng simply murmured in his heart: Beautiful, incredibly beautiful.

Qingwei wore a very ordinary light blue dress. She didn't carry a sword, appearing more like an ordinary woman leisurely enjoying the scenery.

A woman who relies on clothing for adornment is certainly not a water lily.

Natural beauty needs no artifice.

"I'll go first," Pingshuang said, her Qingni sword flashing as she slashed at a barbarian who was striding forward with his sword.

The barbarian ignored her, only crying out in surprise when the flying sword struck his flesh, and then raising his wooden sword to strike.

A burst of light immediately scorched Pingshuang's flying sword, crackling loudly.

"You are truly insidious, daring to burn my flying sword!" Pingshuang cried out, her flying sword suddenly soaring up, aiming for the barbarian's neck. The barbarian seemed oblivious, the flying sword slicing past, his head falling off, the three-foot-tall headless dwarf exploding, gushing blood.

Blood Arrow Explosion Talisman!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Ping Shuang's Azure Rainbow Sword was blasted with several black holes. Ping Shuang spat out a mouthful of blood and slumped into Qing Wei's arms. Ben Feng and the others rushed out of the inn.

"You sneak attacker, reveal yourself!" Ben Feng shouted, his Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword springing up, releasing three beams of green light that flew towards a lone rock behind the barbarian ranks.

The lone rock suddenly shrank into the ground. Qing Wei's Azure Rainbow Sword burst out of the ground, radiating light, and a tortoise crawled out from its blade.

"How dare you break my possession!" A sinister voice rang out, and a three-foot-tall dwarf with a full beard suddenly sprang up, holding a tortoise shimmering with an eerie blue light. He

lightly pressed his fingers against the tortoise, and three beams of blue and black light enveloped Qing Wei's Azure Rainbow Sword.

"Old ghost, change the gender of your earth turtle magic weapon." Benfeng chuckled, his inner energy swirling, the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls blinking, the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword flickering, slashing towards the earth turtle in the dwarf's hand.

The dwarf's body spun violently, and four earth turtles appeared around him.

Shifting forms, this yin man cultivated the ghostly yin technique of that ghost girl Feng Xiaolian.

"A grain of rice, hmph!" Yunxiao, who had been silent until now, said coldly, pressing her jade hand on her wrist, several beams of light flashed, and the Thunder Yuan Purple Lightning Cone suddenly sprang up and exploded in the air.

Benfeng discerned the subtle details in his sea of consciousness, and the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword struck the strange earth turtle.

With a scream, the dwarf's body was shattered by the Azure Rainbow Sword, and a pulsating yin soul and dozens of scattered primordial spirit threads were absorbed by the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls.

Ping Shuang slowly awoke, barely managing to lift her head in Qing Wei's arms, and weakly said, "I want that earth tortoise... Don't try to take it from me."

Ben Feng said, "No one's going to take it from you. There are more than a dozen Yin cultivators behind you, and even more sinister and poisonous magic weapons."

Before he could finish speaking, two carriages sped along the stone road. It was Qing Ling and Qing He from the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance. They were escorting two carriages loaded with fine silk and satin, transporting them to Xiliang County for sale, under the orders of their sect. Ostensibly for sale, their real purpose was for training.

"Senior sister, junior sister, be careful! The guardian elder of the Kingdom of Lezi is here!" Qing Ling, driving the carriage from the Qingming Sect, saw Qing Wei and the others and immediately warned them.

Kingdom of Lezi?

Upon hearing those three words, Ben Feng naturally thought of Lady Lezi. Lady Mingyue was busy forging weapons for Lady Lezi and gathering 30,000 elite troops to ensure Lady Lezi's triumphant return home.

On the other side of the stone path, seven beams of light appeared on the mountaintop.

Seven flying swords.

Seven outstanding female disciples of the True Lotus Sect had appeared.

Fei Qin was right; this time things were definitely not going to be peaceful.

"Junior Sister Ping Shuang, how did you get injured? Who dared to hurt you!" A clear, tender voice rang out, and a flying sword shimmering with the soft light of a water lily rushed closer.

A slender, jade-like figure appeared, with a youthful face.

"The Earth Turtle, the Earth Turtle of Lezi Mountain, it really is them! This time, we absolutely cannot let these treacherous people escape again." Before the slender, jade-like figure even got close, she flicked a pill at Ping Shuang. "Let me give you a taste of the Golden Clam Jade Spirit Pill I just refined. It's a treasure I got from Lady Mingyue."

Zhongli Yi of the True Lotus Sect seemed to have been silent for days, becoming talkative as soon as she saw someone. It was her first time leaving the True Lotus Sect, so naturally, everything she saw was magical.

"Hey, aren't you Li Benfeng? How come you're unharmed? I heard from my grandfather that your physical body is hard to recover from, so he prepared more than a dozen bone-healing pills for you... I haven't slept for three days and three nights because of these pills."

Chapter 113 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Twenty-Nine]

The Red-Armored Iron Cavalry of the Kingdom of Lez. Three hundred riders form a squad, six hundred riders form a camp, and a thousand riders form an army.

On the stone road, the three cavalry armies—front, middle, and rear—proceeded in an orderly fashion. If it weren't for their bright red armor, one would mistake them for the mighty Turkic iron cavalry.

Suddenly, someone released a powerful crossbow. Among the dozens of crossbow bolts, a cluster of exploding fire arrows was mixed in.

In the rear cavalry army, a carriage exploded, scattering black beads everywhere.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Three more carriages.

Amidst angry shouts, a figure leaped up and headed straight for the Qingling Inn. Benfeng saw two blazing fire streaks flickering, their target clearly him.

"Not good!"

Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword whirled and struck one of the fire streaks, only to find it was an illusion. He felt no force in striking it, yet the fire streak entangled his sword. Benfeng was alarmed: this thing, like the previous earth tortoise, specialized in destroying flying swords and magical artifacts.

"Let's see if the Thousand Jade Pool Golden Tortoise King's natal magic weapon can handle this person's illusory fire streaks." Benfeng's heart stirred, and the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls released the Golden Tortoise King's spirit.

The Golden Turtle King was only sixty years away from being able to possess a magical artifact and launch a sneak attack. Benfeng had subdued a fragment of the Golden Turtle King's spirit with the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, and after recent refinement, he was eager to test the destructive power of this spirit.

*Swoosh!*

The Golden Turtle King's Xuanbing Snail Algae became entangled in the scorching fire.

*Boom!* The fire suddenly condensed into a three-pronged fire fork, and with a series of thrusts, the Xuanbing Snail Algae dissolved into clumps of purplish-black liquid that scattered.

Down the mountain path, three hundred red-armored iron cavalry, in three columns—left, center, and right—rushed towards the Green Ridge Inn.

Powerful crossbows fired in unison, interspersed with bursts of explosive fire arrows.

Yunxiao, standing beside Benfeng, knew how to seize the opportunity and immediately released a Thunder Element Purple Lightning Cone.

Clumps of thick, viscous liquid from the Xuanbing Spiral Algae were blasted apart by the flying Thunder Element Purple Lightning Cones, splashing the purplish-black liquid into the charging iron cavalry.

Screams erupted continuously.

Two Azure Rainbow Swords unleashed dazzling beams of light, catching the incoming crossbow bolts and sending them flying back. Three hundred iron cavalrymen were struck by the sword beams, tumbling in all directions, men and horses alike.

"The rising stars of the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance are indeed extraordinary!" The speaker, with three fire forks swirling on his head, stared directly at Benfeng and Qingwei.

"Boy, what's your connection with the Golden Turtle King?" The man with the three fire forks on his head asked Benfeng again.

"The King of Hesizabu of Earth God Mountain is truly ambitious, willingly serving as a lackey for two scoundrels like Lezi. You few who chase after filth and stench, what right do you have to flaunt yourselves in Xue Li Mountain!" The owner of the Qingling Inn, an ugly middle-aged woman, stood atop a giant rock entwined with green vines, her voice booming like a bell.

Three fiery forks flew towards the old, ugly woman.

As they flew, hundreds of fireballs exploded, creating a fire barrier several meters thick in front of her.

"Hmph! Buha of Mudfire Ridge, today I'll send you to feed the snow sharks in the Qinghai Lake!" The old, ugly woman swayed slightly, her body instantly covered in black-purple vines.

Seeing those vines, Benfeng immediately thought of the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess. The shimmering blue water lily in his sea of consciousness resonated with the vines on the old, ugly woman's body.

The vines wrapped around the fire barrier, instantly creating thick smoke. In an instant, the smoke dissipated, and the old, ugly woman held a delicate wooden cauldron in her hand.

The blazing fire barrier had mostly subsided.

A figure appeared on a mountain ridge.

"I have no choice but to make a fool of myself." With a gesture, six flying cauldrons exploded around this person. Each cauldron bore a leaping, jet-black earth tortoise.

The True Lotus Sect's seven flying swords spun through the air, striking the six flying cauldrons.

The man desperately wanted to fight cauldron to cauldron, but unexpectedly, he was blocked by the flying swords of the True Lotus Sect.

Buha of Mudfire Ridge and the chieftain of Tole Mountain, Chaika, had encountered formidable enemies. Benfeng heard the names of two elders of the Lezi Protectorate from Yunxiao's mouth.

The six earth tortoise cauldrons swirled into a bluish-gray halo, resisting the water lotus formation of the seven True Lotus swords.

On the mountainside, Qingwei and Yunxiao's two azure rainbow flying swords disrupted the formation of three hundred iron cavalry in an instant. Amidst the falling of men and horses, Daixiang's Purple Lightning Sword and Qinghe's Azure Nether Sword lashed out, causing the Lezi iron cavalry to spit blood everywhere.

"Li Benfeng, take a look at this thing I just forged. Is it to your liking?" A Taoist priest in green robes, carrying a blackened object, flew over on a jet-black flying sword.

Yet, this Taoist priest seemed leisurely, as if strolling in a garden.

The jet-black flying sword possessed extremely heavy yin energy, completely out of place with the refined Taoist priest.

The white-faced, black-bearded Taoist priest approached Benfeng, his feet landing lightly on the ground, his movements ethereal yet exuding unparalleled power. His hands, forming a feminine gesture of finger-pinching, lightly probed Benfeng's face. Benfeng instantly felt a chilling wind, a tightness in his chest, and extreme frustration… But even at this moment, having survived several brushes with death, Benfeng's mind remained remarkably clear.

Inner Fist Seal. Buddhist Mantra Seal.

The object in the blue-robed Taoist priest's hand slowly opened, revealing several bronze figures gleaming with a yellowish light.

Just as the blue-robed Taoist priest's Inner Fist Seal struck Benfeng's body, Benfeng exhaled sharply, let out a soft shout, and released the Vajra Wheel Seal. His feet slammed down, creating two deep craters in the ground beneath him, both feet sinking deep into the earth and rocks. Without hesitation, he released a second Vajra Wheel Seal, meeting the seemingly effortless Inner Fist Seal of the blue-robed Taoist priest head-on without any fancy techniques. Benfeng

knew the difficulty of this struggle. Their very souls felt as if they had been ripped out.

*Bang!* Everyone in the battle circle, except for Qingwei and the other two disciples who had advanced to the late-stage Innate Realm, involuntarily trembled, feeling as if they were enveloped by an eerie inner fist imprint.

This huge, muffled sound was like a giant bell being struck violently by a powerful man.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

The solid bronze figures collided with Benfeng's Vajra Wheel Seal. Benfeng swayed a few times, but the bronze figures were blasted away by the Mantra Wheel Seal.

The blue-robed Taoist smiled bitterly, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Clearly, Benfeng had the upper hand.

Benfeng secretly felt fortunate.

The blue-robed Taoist's clothes were torn, but he didn't care, the jet-black flying sword swirling above his head.

"Let's learn from others' strengths; we won't act rashly." Benfeng knew the flying sword above the blue-robed Taoist's head was merely an external object. The magical artifact containing the bronze figure he used was not his own.

"Li Benfeng, we missed facing each other at Pure Land Mountain, and we didn't meet at Tianlai Mountain either. But now, on Lixue Mountain, I finally know you're not just a show-off; you're a real man."

"Hahaha, you old codger risked your life just to prove whether I, Li Benfeng, am a real man!" Benfeng looked at the Taoist in blue, feeling a slight sense of familiarity.

This person resembled Ling Wuxing, the sect leader of the Five Thunder Sword Sect of Mingtang Mountain—seemingly, yet not quite.

Ling Wuxing. By seniority, he was Ling Wuxing's uncle-master, the uncle-master whom Ling Wuxing had expelled from the sect. Ling Wuxing was supposed to act against the grain. He had originally planned to take advantage of Ling Wuxing's triumphant victory on Pure Land Mountain to teach him a lesson, but unexpectedly, he witnessed the extraordinary demeanor of the Southern Dynasty's Empress. He then wandered aimlessly to the Kingdom of Lezi, where he encountered the Queen's two brothers plotting to usurp the throne. This inadvertently gave them a helping hand, making him the Kingdom's Protector Elder.

The usurper elder.

Ling Wuxing said with a self-deprecating laugh, "This short-lived Protector Elder of Lezi is about to die a natural death. Alas, the will of Heaven is just as I thought! The Five Thunder Sword Sect of Mingtang Mountain is definitely going to be wiped out by you, kid. Don't try to take it from me. You'd better keep my nephew Wuxing for me. Right now, I need to find a place where no one can find me to heal my wounds..."

Benfeng didn't quite understand Ling Wuxing's words. After he disappeared, he looked around and saw that Qingwei seemed to have some free time, so he asked her a few questions.

Qingwei explained in detail the origins of the nine guardian elders of the Kingdom of Lezi. King Heszabu, the national teacher of Lezi, was the most troublesome Yin cultivator for the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance. Back then, the ascension of the True Lord of Wuyi was somewhat related to King Heszabu's ancestors.

Ben Feng thought to himself: To help Lady Lezi return home, it seems these troublesome figures must be eliminated first. Those who dare to usurp a country must have the power to kill others and not be killed themselves. Lady Mingyue's forging of weapons and recruitment of soldiers can be considered as taking the lead.

...

The Lezi Iron Cavalry retreated. Buha of Mudfire Ridge, one of the guardian elders, was not able to escape unscathed. The owner of the Qingling Inn on Lixue Mountain insisted on keeping him, even though Buha had already been imprisoned in the Qing Teng Limu Cauldron.

Benfeng, Qingwei, and other disciples of the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance and the True Lotus Sect all retreated to the Qingling Inn.

Zhongli Yizhen and several other True Lotus Sect disciples, venturing out for the first time, excitedly surrounded Benfeng, bombarding him with questions. Fanzhen, slightly older than Zhongli Yizhen, wanted to test his magical artifact against Benfeng, having just acquired it from Yinxiu of Chele Mountain.

Benfeng clashed two True Word Seal Wheels with Ling Wuxing. Although he hadn't yet grasped the reason why Ling Wuxing, despite his clearly superior cultivation, was at a disadvantage, an indescribable air of pride radiated from his face.

Benfeng now knew that the bronze figures Ling Wuxing had released were merely a deception. Ordinary cultivators practiced flying swords and magic, but Ling Wuxing chose neither, abandoning Taoism for Buddhism, cultivating True Word Seals. True Word Seal Wheels weren't simply cultivation; they were practice. The Vajra Wheel Seal Benfeng released was a manifestation of the power of the Vajra Wrathful King's blessing through the power of the True Word Seal. Ling Wuxing had clearly cultivated a sinister spell similar to soul-capturing, coupled with internal fist seals that resembled but were not. Ordinary righteous cultivators, even those with higher cultivation, would likely be killed instantly by such an evil mantra seal. He had obviously seen that Benfeng was the most powerful among the disciples and intended to severely injure him with this method. However, he never expected that Benfeng's mantra seals were completely contrary to his cultivation. Benfeng, having experienced the profound mysteries of the Trinity, had miraculously recovered his physical body, making him impervious to ordinary magical treasures and flying swords. Moreover, Benfeng's two Vajra Wheel Seals were a pure, all-or-nothing technique.

The power of the mantra seals was immense. Only then did Benfeng understand his master's profound meaning. Unfortunately, I lack the exceptional comprehension of Senior Sister Tianqin, and I lack the diligence and perseverance in my cultivation. Especially at this hurdle of the Desire Realm, I've become obsessed with pleasure in my boudoir, easily becoming infatuated with beautiful women.

Feiqin and Feiqi, who had been calmly observing, hid in a corner, seemingly watching with some envy as Qingwei and Zhongli Yizhen, this group of ethereal female Daoist disciples, chatted intimately.

Chapter 114 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [Thirty]

Two of the three guardian elders of the Kingdom of Lezi were lost, and they had no choice but to retreat quickly to Mud Volcano. The three elders of the Kingdom of Lezi, carrying four carts of extremely valuable Lezi pearls, traveled thousands of miles under the pretext of being envoys to the Turks, arriving at Xihai County of the Great Sui Dynasty.

Fu'ai City in Xihai County was a very large distribution center for rare goods from both the north and south. Southern noble families and northern wealthy households all had trading posts in Fu'ai City.

The demon kings of Mount Moro also had elders who specialized in trading, collecting rare and precious goods in Fu'e City year-round. Figures from various Daoist sects came and went, never missing a rare ingredient for crafting magical artifacts.

Lady Mingyue, Lady Lezi, and Lady Xueque led a surprise force, arriving silently at Tulou Mountain east of Fu'e City. Lezi's three thousand red-armored cavalry would cross the Huangshui River, pass through Chezhen Mountain, and then encamp at Mud Volcano.

A retreat would be easy to achieve. Lady Mingyue was a master of military strategy, adept at ambushing at crucial points, maximizing gains with minimal resources.

After entrusting six hundred soldiers to Lady Lezi and Lady Xueque, Lady Mingyue released a white ribbon of water, gracefully arriving at the Qingling Inn. Benfeng Xiangzheng was drinking tea with Qingwei and Zhongli Yizhen, discussing the world.

Killing for life, the benevolent are invincible. The

truly benevolent contend for the Central Plains, achieving great things with small means, defeating the strong with the weak, killing those who deserve to be killed, seizing what is

rightfully theirs, and occupying the position they deserve. Qingwei, seemingly a Confucian scholar well-versed in both ancient and modern times, possesses insightful views on the struggles between dynasties, unlike those of ordinary people. Zhongli Yi also has his own understanding. Those in the Daoist sect, if their goal is the dynasty, should follow the will of Heaven and weigh the pros and cons. A person skilled in Daoist arts can be worth a thousand or ten thousand, but those of Kunlun, Shushan, and Wuyi, with their exalted status, would never engage in worldly affairs while practicing otherworldly Daoism. The conflicts of the world are not indiscriminate killings; powerful forces, both overt and covert, may lurk around the emperors and generals. Without knowing oneself and one's enemy, more suffering will befall the people.

Young Master Feng nodded repeatedly, secretly lamenting that it was a pity these two women weren't empresses.

Lady Mingyue entered, and the two women bowed slightly.

The meeting of the three beauties naturally led to some unspoken comparisons.

"Heaven bestows its blessings upon all, and man's character arises from the heart... Hearing the news that you easily repelled the elders and the Red-Armored Cavalry of Lez, I am truly happy for you." Lady Mingyue spoke in a clear voice, swaying her hips seductively as she sat down next to Benfeng. Benfeng sat in the middle, the wooden chair large enough for three people.

"Sister Mingyue is going to steal our thunder! We were just planning to raid Lez's camp tonight." Although Zhongli Yizhen was young, his tone when speaking to Lady Mingyue carried the air of a commander.

"No, I'm quite ashamed of myself. I'm embarrassed to sit with you... The Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance, the True Lotus Sect—just hearing those names fills me with awe."

Lady Mingyue leaned lightly against Benfeng, and said, "If it's not too much trouble, let's go up the mountain and see where we can deliver the fatal blow to Lezi's cavalry." Benfeng

stood up, took Lady Mingyue's hand, and slowly said, "I know nothing about military strategy, and I don't understand how to launch a surprise attack..." "Unexpected feints and attacks with fewer troops—I'll just be a spectator. If there's any ruthless individual, I can give them a fatal blow, and maybe I can even acquire something useful." Qingwei

laughed. "This young master Feng is always good at feigning weakness to defeat strength, yet he manages to leave no trace of weakness, and he always wins decisively… If my calculations are correct, half of the Sui Dynasty's territory will surely be lost within ten years because of this young master Feng's 'playful' military tactics."

The fall of the Sui Dynasty. The Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance and the True Lotus Sect's competition of their elite disciples at Chezhen Mountain is a decisive move that kills two birds with one stone. The surrounding countries of the Sui Dynasty can all become forces against the Sui in the secular world.

I didn't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren will die because of it.

Three women and one man are all enemies of my great benevolence in not killing Bo Ren. This young master Feng really didn't want to get involved in the struggle between dynasties, but he has become an indispensable figure.

Once upon a time, the humble laborers and peddlers were slaughtered... Alas, benevolent people emerge in every generation, each replacing the old with a new.

The truly benevolent kill to sustain life. In Qianmen Town, if I hadn't had the strength to fight back, I would have long been a victim of the royal guards led by Dugu Jialuo. If it weren't for the assistance of an even more powerful force, Qianmen Town would surely be littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

I, Benfeng, hand in hand with Mingyuefu, stepped onto the white ribbon of water, with Qingwei wielding the Qinghong Sword and Zhongli Yizhen wielding the Zhenlian Sword beside me. The three women and one man flew to the Qilian Mountains.

Standing on the southern peak of Qilian, one could clearly see Chezhen Mountain to the northwest and Nihuoling to the southwest. Hundreds of peaks stood tall, their rocky peaks rugged and their paths winding and treacherous. Giant glaciers connected one after another, and clouds rolled across the sky. Looking further, an endless grassland stretched between the peaks.

Herds of Qilian Snow Lion horses galloped endlessly across the landscape.

How magnificent! Even I, Benfeng, couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, a sense of grandeur rising within me.

"Husband, should we build a central command tent here?" Lady Mingyue asked confidently.

"Keep it low-key. Build a house quietly, with a bed, quilts, and cooking utensils—enough to sleep and eat. It's only a few hundred miles from Mount Moro. If we make a big show of fighting under the demon kings' noses, it might cause a huge misunderstanding. Those two idiots, Zanmozhi and Bamiluo, are still scheming for what I have. I'm terrified." Benfeng gave Qingwei and Zhongli Yi a harmless smile.

The two women, having witnessed this oddball Benfeng's feigned weakness to intimidate, understood his intention and returned the same harmless smile.

Like attracts like.

The four of them then traversed several mountain ridges, stepping on the white ribbons of water, and stopped atop a glacier-covered peak.

They then observed Mudfire Ridge up close.

To the left of Mudfire Ridge lies a deep valley overgrown with miscellaneous trees and interspersed with strangely shaped boulders; to the right, towering glaciers rise one after another.

Below the main peak, groups of soldiers riding Qilian Snow Lion horses patrol between three stone fortresses. Between these fortresses are stone fortresses with stone doors and windows. Mudfire Ridge is garrisoned by ten thousand soldiers and a thousand skilled Daoist cultivators, with ten Daoist cultivators hidden among every hundred soldiers. The

natural defenses, coupled with the fierce soldiers and the skilled Daoist cultivators, mean that even ten times the number of ordinary soldiers would not be able to conquer this mountain stronghold within a stronghold. Lez's Grand Tutor's choice of Mudfire Ridge, where he had made his name, to garrison his elite troops demonstrates a foresight that allows one to slaughter others rather than be slaughtered.

The main peak of Mudfire Ridge is long and narrow, with only one narrow path, barely four steps wide, winding through fourteen steep ridges to reach the main fortress at the summit.

Even the mighty Qilian Snow Lion horses would struggle to breathe on such mountain roads, pulling a carriage. The rugged terrain would be too dangerous for an ordinary coachman; a single misstep could send them tumbling down into the abyss, shattering to their deaths.

Along the winding mountain path, every so often, massive logs were driven into the mountainside, forming watchtowers. This was no longer just a mountain stronghold, but an impregnable fortress!

After glancing around, Benfeng asked Lady Mingyue beside him, "The henchmen are well-organized, like elite troops in an army. They wouldn't just come down the mountain to burn, kill, and loot in such perfect formation, would they? Or are they using the banner of 'acting on behalf of Heaven to rob the rich and help the poor,' and fighting the government troops to the death? I know

Han Qinhu, who is stationed in Xiliang, is not someone to be trifled with." Lady Mingyue replied, "They're using a feint, a covert operation. The ones who burn, kill, and loot are stationed at the foot of the mountain, while these elite troops on the mountain are there to protect traveling merchants. They have a good reputation."

"Woo-woo! Woo-woo!"

A loud horn sounded from the watchtower of the second mountain stronghold.

A dozen or so eyes, gleaming like hawks, flashed out from the watchtower. Clearly, someone had discovered Benfeng and his three companions.

Benfeng and his group had deliberately exposed themselves. Such a stronghold could only be breached without attacking, by surrounding it, cutting off its water and food supplies. Therefore, Lady Mingyue planned to intercept the retreating Red Armored Cavalry of Lezi. If they returned to their stronghold at Mudfire Ridge, it would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains.

Furthermore, Lady Mingyue didn't want any major losses among her three thousand Red Armored Cavalry; killing eight hundred to kill a thousand was absolutely unacceptable. Queen Lezi fled from Lezi without a single soldier, and half of her dozen or so maids perished in battle. It could be said that thirty thousand elite troops had to start from scratch. Of course, Lady Mingyue's investment wasn't just for Queen Lezi's return; it was to build a fresh army to overthrow the Sui Dynasty.

Ten crossbow carts appeared on the outermost stone wall. These crossbow carts, covered in iron armor, were at least two people tall. Such crossbow carts could reach a range of a thousand paces on flat ground, and since they were fired from above, their range was far greater than a thousand paces.

With a series of thunderous booms, massive black arrows rained down on Benfeng and his companions as they approached through the air.

A streak of azure light shot out. Qingwei struck first, and with a deafening boom, the crossbow bolts, barely a hundred paces away, were struck by the azure sword. In that instant, Benfeng suddenly sprang up, releasing the Purple Light Wheel that Qingwei had given to Pingshuang. The Purple Light Wheel spun endlessly, bursts of dazzling purple light spikes exploding among the ten crossbows!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The power of the purple light spikes even surpassed that of the exploding flame arrows. The henchmen driving the crossbows felt as if they had been stung by wasps, and just as they were about to scratch, they suddenly felt their bodies explode.

The purple light spikes concealed the exploding flame talisman. The Purple Light Wheel had already been refined by a grandmaster, its power more than tripled. Benfeng propelled the endlessly spinning Purple Light Wheel to the corner tower of the stronghold.

Bang! Bang! Bang! The purple light spikes exploded again, blasting all the henchmen in the corner tower out.

"Who dares to be so insolent, do they think Mudfire Ridge is without men?" A jet-black sword flashed towards Benfeng, and from the second gate of the mountain stronghold, a dark-faced man in brocade robes emerged. He had a black face and white beard, but appeared to be only in his twenties.

Benfeng unleashed his Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, the two flying swords clashing head-on. The Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword shot into the air, while the jet-black flying sword slowly advanced.

The jet-black flying sword pulsed, instantly releasing over a dozen streaks of black light. The black light shot out rapidly, and just as it touched Benfeng and his companions, it suddenly exploded.

"Hmph, trickery!" Lady Mingyue's white water ribbon suddenly burst forth with a hundred azure water ribbons, enveloping the jet-black sword light.

"So what if you cheat? I ask you, do you four think you can escape unscathed?" The black-faced man's jet-black flying sword unleashed another burst of sword light, striking Zhongli Yi, who hadn't yet made a move.

However, Zhongli Yi didn't release her flying sword; instead, she cried out and dodged.

A show of weakness.

After Tuoha's attack from Mudfire Ridge, his flying sword spun towards Benfeng again. This man's intention wasn't to severely injure Benfeng, but rather to entangle him. Daoist cultivators don't have the same endurance as martial cultivators; often, a single strike is enough to decide the outcome, resulting in either severe injury or death.

Tuoha dared to fight four at once, relying on the natural defenses of the mountain stronghold to entangle Benfeng and the other three, without revealing his true strength. Few Yin cultivators truly cultivate their own natal sword essence. Even those who reach the Yin King level merely refine the essence of others for their own use. Due to a fatal deficiency in purity, Yin Kings of the same level are often defeated by true demon kings and demon kings, and they have no strength to contend with Dao cultivators in the late Earth Immortal stage.

Benfeng, Lady Mingyue, Qingwei, and Zhongli Yi communicated through their true consciousness, intending to take this opportunity to observe the true strength of Mudfire Ridge, and therefore were not in a hurry to kill Tuoha.

Tuoha's strength was far too lacking; even against a Dao cultivator at the Innate Realm in a one-on-one fight, Tuoha would be fortunate to have escaped alive.

Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword once again clashed with Tuoha's jet-black flying sword. A flash of sword light appeared, and a Vajra Wheel Seal was released—the second move of the Heavenly Lotus Nine Swords, the Vajra Wheel of Subduing Soldiers, which enveloped Tuoha's flying sword.

The Yin spirit attached to the flying sword immediately could not withstand the pressure, let out a muffled groan, and broke free from the flying sword.

“Sister Zhongli, collect one of the flying swords first.” This scheme of mine had indeed succeeded.

Zhongli Yizhen released her True Lotus Throne magic weapon. It consisted of three layers of golden lotus petals and twenty-seven lotus bases for collecting flying swords. Three flying swords had already been collected on it. The True Lotus Throne was one of the ten great magic weapons of the True Lotus Sect, the magic weapon upon which the sect leader, Zhongli Qi, relied for protection during his Earth Immortal stage.

Toha's black flying sword had been stolen, so Zhongli Yizhen didn't chant any incantations, directly collecting the flying sword into the True Lotus Throne.

Upon seeing Zhongli Yizhen's True Lotus Throne, Toha knew he was in trouble and tried to escape by chanting an invisibility spell. Zhongli Yizhen chuckled, and the True Lotus Throne bloomed, releasing the black flying sword, which blasted towards Toha.

But times had changed.

Toha had no chance of escape. Lady Mingyue made her move; with a series of flicks of her jade hand, dozens of Frost Pool Swords shot out, shattering the invisibility array that Toha had just formed.

A beam of light pierced through Toha's body.

A dozen fierce henchmen roared, revealing themselves, and recklessly launched three crossbows, unleashing a hundred arrows.

Zhen Lianzuo, wielding his jet-black flying sword, lifted Toha's body, whirling and catching the arrows. Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword and Qingwei's Azure Rainbow Sword unleashed their power once more, blasting the henchmen on the crossbows into a pile of minced meat.

"Enough! Such cruelty to human life is unworthy of the orthodox Daoist sect!" A sharp voice rang out, and a majestic figure appeared in the distance.

Benfeng and his companions were already standing on the stone piers of the first gate.

More than two hundred fearless henchmen suddenly emerged, each wielding a jet-black iron spear, their pure brute force piercing the air with the might of the Khrushchev.

These two hundred-plus men possessed extraordinary strength. After throwing their iron spears, each wielding a giant axe, they marched in groups of seven, charging towards Benfeng and his companions.

"Those who come will die!" A group of thirty-odd henchmen roared with earth-shattering force to bolster their morale.

Benfeng simply gripped his Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, adopting the pure martial arts style of Queen Lezi, wielding his greatsword with raw power. Martial arts cultivation demands a fearless spirit; even in the face of a formidable opponent, death is inevitable with a weapon in hand. Only

through battle can one truly understand the arduous journey of achieving physical immortality through martial arts.

"I'm terrified! Who wants to compete with you barbaric bandits in terms of muscle?" Lady Mingyue gracefully leaped into the air, meeting the revealed Yin cultivator.

Benfeng and Qingwei, one after the other, burst into the ranks of the stronghold's henchmen. Benfeng, disregarding left and right, swung his dragon-shaped snake-shadow sword, its three-foot blade gleaming, relentlessly slashing. Blood spurted around him, and headless, limbless henchmen tumbled down the mountain stronghold. Qingwei, covering the rear, wielded two crescent-shaped plum blossom-patterned daggers, her movements as elegant as a young lady embroidering, pinning the approaching stronghold soldiers to the ground.

"Why bother? Just come at me alone," said the man Mingyue had intercepted, tall and cold-faced. His eyes swept over the henchmen instantly killed on the mountain stronghold's stone walls, his brow furrowing slightly. This was

Wuha, the permanent leader of Mudfire Ridge, commanding three thousand elite henchmen.

"Your fighting style is dishonorable! As the saying goes, soldiers fight soldiers, generals fight generals. Why should the mighty Moon Wheel Demon King be so petty!" Wuha's tone was like that of a seasoned general, his expression showing a hint of pity for his desperately fighting henchmen.

He raised his horn and blew it a few times, and the henchmen retreated from the battlements.

Benfeng and Qingwei stood still. They glanced at each other, both their faces splattered with blood. Qingwei took out two handkerchiefs and, without regard for propriety, wiped the blood from Benfeng's face.

The camaraderie of the battlefield, the shared understanding born of fighting to the death. Benfeng watched Qingwei carefully wipe the blood from her face with a mirror in her delicate hands, and couldn't help but think of Ying Fuzhen. The Sect Master Ying, unlike Qingwei, hadn't fought alongside him in the enemy ranks, their two encounters having been as enemies.

Life is like a game of chess. The Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance, which once chased after Benfeng to slay evil and exorcise demons, now has its most outstanding disciples fighting alongside him without distinction.

Benfeng laughed heartily at Wuha's words and said loudly, "To talk about morality with bandits and brigands is like casting pearls before swine. Even if you are bandits and brigands who know etiquette and how to advance and retreat, you still rely on burning, killing, and looting. If bandits erected a chastity arch, then the current dynasty wouldn't be the Great Sui, but a mud and fire dynasty."

"You! An unknown brat, relying on luck to gain a little fame, dares to speak so arrogantly!" Wuha adjusted his dark Taoist robe with both hands, snorted, and added, "A talkative person has no foundation for great achievements."

"Wuha, you're mistaken. I, Young Master Feng, am taciturn but quick to act. This time, I've encountered a talkative bandit, and I had no choice but to resort to this tactic—a tit-for-tat response... I am skilled in medicine. If you feel chest tightness or your tongue is too long, let me prescribe the right remedy."

Zhongli Yizhen flew up and landed to Benfeng's right. The two women, one on the left and one on the right, resembled a wife supporting her husband in battle.

"Great Chieftain, we've arrived." Behind Wuha, three figures flew in.

Kajizabu, Shicizabu, and Diyizabu from Earth God Mountain. The three practiced the Earth Flame Five Elements Needle. They were of one mind, and regardless of their strength, their attacks were always coordinated. Half of Queen Lezi's palace guards had died at the hands of these three.

Upon seeing the three arrive, Wuha's expression softened. He waved his long, dark Taoist sleeves and gave them a powerful bow. "I haven't even inquired about Grand Preceptor Heszhabu's recent itinerary, yet he has already sent the three elders to assist me. It is truly an honor."

Nihuoling had already received warnings that the Sui army of Xiliang had divided into three armies and stationed at the foot of Chezhen Mountain, intending to wipe out the bandits of Dishen Mountain, Nihuoling, and Tulou Mountain.

Wuha thought that Benfeng, Lady Mingyue, Qingwei, and Zhongli Yi had truly been won over by Han Qinhu, and that they were using this opportunity to demoralize the village before the main army arrived.

Han Qinhu indeed appeared. He rode alone on a magnificent yellow-spotted steed. Compared to the lone Han Qinhu, Wuha, who relied on his black Taoist robes to project an imposing image, seemed somewhat hypocritical.

"Brother Benfeng, I've missed you terribly!" Han Qinhu's high-pitched voice reverberated throughout the village.

His roar further confirmed that Benfeng was paving the way for Han Qinhu.

Warfare is based on deception. Han Qinhu's roar employed this tactic of deception and real action.

"Brother Qinhu, I've missed you terribly… Since we parted in Nanchen, I've rushed day and night to Chang'an to meet you, but time has passed, and I haven't been able to see you… Now that we're together, we must have a good drink!" Benfeng cupped his hands towards Han Qinhu, who stood outside the gate.

Lady Mingyue, knowing the situation perfectly, said to Han Qinhu, "General Han, are you here alone to drink with Chief Wuha? My husband originally wanted to come to the stronghold for a drink, but unexpectedly, before even meeting him, a fight broke out. Look, my husband has already fallen out with Chief Wuha. It seems we won't be drinking."

"Enough nonsense! This Mudfire Ridge is not a place for you to reminisce!" Wuha waved his long sleeves, and a chilling wind blew towards Lady Mingyue. At the

same time, Kajizabu, Shicizabu, and Diyizabu of Earth God Mountain also launched their attacks.

More than eighty subtle and imperceptible Earth Flame Five Elements Needles attacked Benfeng and Qingwei. The three ruthless Yin cultivators, united in purpose, aimed to strike a decisive blow.

Benfeng laughed loudly, "You three Yin cultivators from Earth God Mountain, you should keep some of your belongings to guard your homes and go back to your mothers' wombs to nurse. Today, my long-awaited Brother Qinhu has sent me to scout ahead, so I'll take your three heads as a small contribution to earn a drink in the Sui army." Before he

finished speaking, the Purple Wheel had already spun into the sky, and two Five Qi Flying Dragons also flew out from the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls. Three snake shadows coiled around the blazing Earth Flame Five Elements Needles, and the green light intensified.

Lady Mingyue's floating white ribbon of water gradually expanded and bloomed, covering the Earth Flame Five Elements Needles. Zhongli Yizhen released the True Lotus Seat, and four flying swords of green, red, blue, and black struck towards the three Yin cultivators from Earth God Mountain.

Qingwei's Azure Rainbow Sword hovered above her head, not yet released.

Uha roared, "Han Qinhu, aren't you going to make a move?"

Han Qinhu laughed loudly, "With the entire army fighting to the death, do I, the commander-in-chief, need to go into battle? Dealing with you few is already using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. Uha, once I take your head, your band of bandits from Mudfire Ridge will crumble. My brother Feng is right, what kind of bandits don't kill? There are only two fates for bandits: one is to be killed, and the other is to be killed with their necks stretched out!"

Uha was enraged and unleashed his signature magic weapon:

the Eight Gates Banner of the Heavenly Capital.

Long sleeves fluttered, and eight-sided Yin winds blew. This guy's magic weapon was quite impressive.

Lady Mingyue smiled alluringly, "General Han, I hate the wind and rain blowing wildly." Her jade body floated up, breaking free from the cover of the Eight Gates Banner of the Heavenly Capital, and flew above the heads of the three Yin cultivators of Earth God Mountain. She chanted an incantation, and six rays of shadow-binding glass broke through the protective formation of the three Yin cultivators.

Chapter 116 Three Hundred Holy Maidens, Demon King's Law [Thirty-Two]

Benfeng had his eye on Wuha's Eight Gates Banner of the Heavenly Realm. Hearing Lady Mingyue's effortless and charming voice, he commanded two Five Qi Flying Dragons to unleash two streams of dragon breath, resisting Wuha's Eight Gates Banner of the Heavenly Realm.

The dragon breath spewed by the conjured Five Qi Flying Dragons was the original essence of Kunlun Golden Immortal Panmo's natal magic weapon. Three of the Five Qi Dragon Souls were still missing. If the five souls were united, Wuha would only have the fate of dying and his soul exploding.

Uha's current strength is equivalent to half a Yin King, and with the Eight Gates Flag of the Capital, he can contend with a mid-stage Earth Immortal. As for Benfeng, this freak, it's hard to say. With the Fish-Eyebrow Saintess's seven hundred years of demon king cultivation, and her natal magic weapon, the Profound Yin Azure Flame Pearl, completely enveloping Benfeng's body, he still survived, even healing without medical intervention. Based solely on this one battle's worth, he could contend with a genuine Yin King… If a peak-stage Yin King were to come, Benfeng would have to flee as fast as possible.

A chilling yin wind blew, and Uha's Eight Gates Flag of the Capital spun like a top. A deep hole burst open in the wound gate within the flag, spewing out seven streams of dark blue smoke. These, along with a gust of wind, coalesced into more than a dozen purple smoke clouds, each several meters in size, forming the Seven-Force Purple Smoke Array. In an instant, trees fell, rocks crumbled, mountains shook, and the hundred-meter-long glacier beside Uha shattered.

"This guy's magical artifacts and Yin cultivation are truly impressive. He's quite qualified to guard Mudfire Ridge." Benfeng simplified the complex, sending a dragon-shaped projectile into the Seven Qi Purple Smoke Array.

Two five-elemental flying dragons circled in the sky, suddenly approaching the second gate. Their claws struck, shattering the gate's crossbeams. The soldiers and henchmen within the stronghold fell to the earth and rocks, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Wuha's heart skipped a beat: He had truly underestimated this young upstart. Had his cultivation already surpassed his own?

The guardian elders of King Hesizabu of the Earth God Mountain, lying in ambush, were also secretly astonished: this child was neither a proper cultivator of Kunlun or Shu Mountain, nor did he seem to be a reincarnated demon king or monster king. At only fifteen or sixteen years old, how could he so easily and casually tease Wuha… King Hesizabu of the Earth God Mountain was unaware of Benfeng's lineage and origins. In the eyes of the guardian elders of King Hesizabu of the Earth God Mountain, the name of the Ying Shui Zhou Zhe Xing Ge was even inferior to the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance and the True Lotus Sect… The guardian elders were not in a hurry to act, but waited patiently, anticipating Wuhe's fatal blow against this freak who was neither Buddhist nor Taoist.

Benfeng's dragon-shaped sword cloud was within the Seven罡 Purple Smoke Formation.

Qingwei's Azure Rainbow Sword slammed into the Earth Flame Five Elements Formation of the three Zhabu. Zhong Guoyi's four flying swords clashed with the Earth Flame Five Elements Needles of the three Yin cultivators. The Azure Rainbow Sword, along with the four-colored flying swords on Zhong Liyi's lotus throne, unleashed a devastating barrage of sword energy. Ben Feng's Serpent Shadow Green Mist swirled within, causing a vulnerability in the Earth Flame Five Elements Formation, allowing Lady Mingyue's Frost Pool Sword to pierce through.

A muffled groan was followed by a cold laugh. A burst of earth flame suddenly erupted, and with a deafening boom, a cluster of Earth Flame Five Elements Needles exploded.

Di Yizhabu's pale face turned a terrifying purplish-red.

Boom! Boom! Two more explosions rang out! Kajizhabu and Shicizhabu also released their life-saving Earth Flame Five Elements Needles. Three clusters of needles exploded, covering an area of several dozen feet in dark earth flame color, with densely woven rings of flying needles enveloping Qingwei and Zhong Liyi.

Zhong Liyi's face paled, and he hurriedly retracted his flying sword from his lotus throne. The sword essence refined on the sword had been almost completely shattered. Qingwei, however, remained fearless, her Azure Rainbow Sword drawing protective sword beams that continued to erode the Yin energy within the Earth Flame Five Elements Needles.

Benfeng's Serpent Shadow Green Aura, instead of diminishing, surged, rapidly absorbing the Yin energy.

The three Yin cultivators' expressions changed drastically, their faces turning ashen, almost as if they had lost their souls. There was no turning back now; the three unleashed their life essence in a desperate attempt to escape.

"A mere child, and his cultivation has actually broken through to the Nascent Soul stage?" The three rather arrogant Yin cultivators would never believe it. Even if a demon king or a reincarnated demon king were to reach such an astonishing level in just over a decade.

Whether they believed it or not, Benfeng's Serpent Shadow Green Aura had already breached their life essence defenses. Escape was impossible; they had to fight to the death.

The bombardment of the three Earth Flame Five Elements Needles with their life essence hadn't even slightly penetrated Benfeng's Serpent Shadow Green Aura. Even Han Qinhu, who was close to achieving physical sainthood, was bewildered—this kid's Mantra Wheel at Jilong Mountain was unfathomable, and in Qianmen Town of Tianlai Mountain, under the shroud of the Golden Immortal's power to destroy heaven and earth, he escaped the Golden Immortal's magical treasure's protective aura, and then came to Moro Mountain, provoking the Demon Kings to wage a great war with their strange and evil schemes—this kid was truly an unpredictable freak.

Benfeng's dragon-shaped sword cloud rushed into the life gate of Wuha's Eight Gates Banner. Wuha was terrified? He immediately sensed that the essence of Yang that Benfeng had poured into the sword cloud was almost the unhindered return to the true nature of his natal sword essence. Upon actual contact, Wuha opened his mouth and exclaimed, "You, you are a demonic cultivator, a reincarnation of a demon king!"

"So what if I am, so what if I am not?" Benfeng concentrated his essence of Yang, released a stream of essence of Yang, and the dragon-shaped snake shadow sword, flickering, struck the terrified Wuha.

This solid sword energy, unleashed, easily passed through the Seven-Element Purple Smoke Formation silently, yet its power was exceptionally astonishing. Forced to withdraw his magic weapon, Wuha used a solid one to block it. Benfeng, unperturbed, calmly said, "Wuha, if it were just you few at Mudfire Ridge, you wouldn't have a chance to survive this time. Why not sacrifice your physical bodies and let this reincarnated demon king refine your Yin Core essence? That would be a small act of merit for the world."

"Bullshit! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Even if you've reached the Nascent Soul stage, so what? How can you stop me from escaping!" Wuha forgot about the three elders of Earthfire Mountain who were there to help. Only after the words left his mouth did he realize how foolish they were, undermining their own morale.

Shared hatred is essential for unity; one must be encouraged, not discouraged. The three Yin cultivators of Earthfire Mountain, upon hearing Wuha's words about only wanting to escape, were greatly disheartened, their resolve to fight to the death crumbling instantly.

The magic array shattered with a deafening roar, and the Five Elements Needles of Earth Flame fell to the ground, causing the three bodies to explode with crackling sounds. Benfeng's serpentine green aura swirled and absorbed the essence, and the wisps of soul essence melted into an eerie green aura.

"Uha, you fool!" The hidden elders of the Earth God Mountain revealed themselves, all with angry expressions, but they held back their curses.

In just a moment, the three Yin cultivators who could have saved their lives were taken away by Uha's words.

Seeing that Benfeng's serpentine green aura had absorbed the Yin souls of the three like-minded elders, the most enraged, Satongrigele, flicked his five fingers, and five black beams shot out from his fingers, which were shaped like lotus flowers. In an instant, the wrathful Yaksha transformed into five streams of purplish-black earth flames that rushed towards Benfeng. A series of clanging sounds rang out as Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword clashed with the five purple-black earth flame forks, producing a metallic clang.

Sword light scattered, and the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword was scorched by streaks of purple-black earth flames. The

purple-black earth flame forks then transformed into wrathful yakshas, their giant, flowing hands attempting to seize Benfeng's Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword. The other hand, however, formed a lotus hand seal, releasing a black lotus that appeared almost tangible. The black lotus enveloped the Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword, its intention clearly to forcibly seize the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls.

This person's cultivation was approaching the level of a Yin King.

Benfeng's sea of consciousness rippled, reflecting a hidden palace within a glacier on Earth God Mountain. The seventy-seven-story palace was staffed with a main elder, subordinate elders, and palace-level Heavenly Capital Elders. This represented

the true strength of a Yin King. Satongrigele belonged to the subordinate elders, not the highest-ranking palace-level Heavenly Capital Elder. There's always someone better, and Elder Satong's fury stemmed from his failure to rescue Kajizabu and the other two. This fellow's immediate attempt to seize the magical artifacts the demon kings had so desperately coveted revealed his true nature: to forcibly take what he considered his own strength.

Cultivation is the foundation of Daoist practice. This is true even for Yin cultivators, let alone orthodox Daoist sects. Magical artifacts are secondary, merely supplementary aids. When Benfeng faced Satongrigele, and his consciousness manifested the Underworld Palace of the Earth God Mountain, he grasped a seemingly ordinary principle of cultivation. No matter how powerful a magical artifact, it's only an external aid; the most important and life-saving factor is one's own cultivation. If one becomes obsessed with the power of magical artifacts, focusing solely on seizing others' possessions, an obstacle will arise in one's mind, and the determined and vigorous progress in cultivation will be lost—using others' possessions to aid cultivation is a mental hindrance that harms cultivation.

"My little darling Benfeng is getting smarter and smarter," said the indifferent voice of the God-King

Funie. But Benfeng had no idea where the God-King Funie was hiding.

"Holding the great seed, stained by the root realm, receiving the essence of self, Benfeng, my little husband, I merged with you in my boudoir, even after all that, you still fought life and death with me, yet you show not a shred of gratitude... Your heart is filled with Qingwei, Yizhen, I don't know how many times you've called her 'fairy' in your heart." The tone of the God-King of Funie changed, becoming a resentful lament born of jealousy.

"Right now, surrounded by powerful figures, how dare I still be joking? If Miss Funie has some free time, why not go to the Qingling Inn? I'm a little worried about the Daoist disciples there; they have limited experience, lest they be schemed against by those treacherous people." Benfeng's voice echoed within a few feet of him.

Miss Funie shouldn't be too far away.

"Call me 'fairy,' and I'll be willing to help you." The God-King of Funie giggled.

"I'll agree then. I'll deal with that scheming Satongrigele, and it won't be difficult for me to call you 'Fairy' a few times when we get back to the Qingling Inn. Please do me a favor, okay?" "

Call me 'Fairy' three times, I really, really like it." The God King Funie giggled a little infatuated, releasing the Frowning Mirror into the void. "I forgot to show you, that troublesome Feng Xiaolian suddenly gave me a silly idea to help you find a place for your primordial spirit... You can't be angry after you see it, really, don't be angry."

In the Frowning Mirror, Benfeng's body, which had been blasted to smithereens by the Luofu Demon King, lay harmlessly scattered in the grave dug by Feiqin and Feiqi.

"Whose body am I now? Did Miss Funie scheme against me?" Benfeng was immediately bewildered.

Chapter 117 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Thirty-Three]

Satongrigele's condensed wrathful yaksha met the Vajra yaksha king. With three faces and six arms, five eyes blazing with fury, and wielding a vajra bell

, the third form of the Heavenly Lotus Nine Swords, the Vajra Union of the Fighting Mantra, shone with overwhelming power. This time, Benfeng's interpretation of his master's Heavenly Lotus Sword technique was not one of effortless thought, but rather a jumble of distracting thoughts.

Surrounded by powerful figures, distracting thoughts arose.

Benfeng had no time to carefully comprehend the profound mysteries of the third form of the Heavenly Lotus Nine Swords. The manifested Vajra Yaksha King shook the vajra bell, and powerful sounds of Prajna penetrated his ears, making his eardrums feel like they were about to burst. Lady Mingyue also found it unbearable, looking at Benfeng with astonishment.

Benfeng shook his head a few times, forming the Immovable Fundamental Mudra to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind. With Benfeng's current level of Daoist cultivation, he couldn't summon the Vajra Yaksha King. The

Divine King of Fune… As soon as his consciousness settled, Benfeng realized that the physical body his primordial spirit was attached to was the female form of the Divine King of Fune. The Divine King of Fune, in his Nascent Soul stage, manifested Vajra Yaksha King through the consciousness of Benfeng.

The two merged into one. It seemed the Divine King of Fune truly awakened to the true Dharma through selfless and egoless consciousness.

Upon this thought, Benfeng, disregarding everything, used the Immovable Fundamental Mudra, his consciousness surging, his inner essence flowing forth in cyclical patterns, merging and permeating with the Prajna power of Vajra Yaksha King, joyfully and willingly receiving it.

The Dragon-Shaped Serpent Shadow Sword was covered with a layer of soft lotus light. The soaring dragon form, with each release of serpent shadow sword light, condensed into a Heavenly Lotus Sword.

His Natal Heavenly Lotus Sword.

It appeared unremarkable, yet a faint ripple of Yingzhou Lishui emanated from it, the inner essence of his mind swirling and merging upon it.

A sword light pierced Satongrigele's wrathful Yaksha. As the water droplets fell, like rain drenching mud, the tall, dark shadow of the Wrathful Yaksha descended.

Within the reach of the Heavenly Lotus Sword, Lady Mingyue, Qingwei, and Zhongli Yi all felt their minds clear.

In just two instants, only two Yin cultivators remained on Mudfire Ridge: Wuha and Satongrigele. Wuha lay on the ground, his mouth and nose still clutching the Eight Gates Flag of the Heavenly Realm, his eyes fixed on Benfeng's Heavenly Lotus Sword, encircled by water.

Satongrigele's eyes were glazed over, his soul stunned by the Prajna power of the Vajra Yaksha King.

His fighting spirit remained, but his body was bound by Lady Mingyue's white, water-like restraints.

"Husband, summon the Subduing King," Lady Mingyue softly called to Benfeng, who remained seated in meditation.

Benfeng, seemingly oblivious, used the Heavenly Lotus Sword, like the dew of Guanyin, to strike several points on the stone steps of the first gate. Five or six zhang high rocks shattered, and several three-zhang wide breaches appeared in the wall.

Below the wall, the soldiers and henchmen, terrified by the Vajra Yaksha King's awe-inspiring roar, lay dead on the ground, their deaths varied and grotesque.

Han Qinhu's twenty thousand elite troops surged up the valley to the left, charging imposingly onto Mudfire Ridge.

Benfeng released his immovable seal, opened his eyes, stood up, and said to Lady Mingyue, Qingwei, and Zhongli Yizhen, "Qinhu is my brother; let's do him a favor and go."

Lady Mingyue had gained quite a bit, acquiring three magical treasures, and also took Wuha and Satongrigele with her—if Benfeng could summon the Subduing King, he could subdue this Earth God Mountain elder, who was nearly at the Yin King level, into a powerful servant.

Benfeng knew his own limitations; he was already surprised to have summoned Vajra Yaksha. Even if he could summon the Eight-Armed Wrathful King, he would be harmed if he couldn't subdue him. The terrifying power of Vajra Yaksha's Prajna Bell had already left corpses strewn across Mudfire Ridge. If the two Vajra Kings were to manifest simultaneously, Benfeng had no confidence in subduing them. This was only with the help of the physical body of the Vajra Yaksha—the mysteries of this required further meditation for Benfeng to fully comprehend.

Lady Mingyue, hearing Benfeng recount the danger she had just faced, frowned slightly, took his arm, and said softly, "This is the second time I've personally witnessed Vajra Yaksha, and I still don't understand its dangers. Husband, you are truly blessed. Fortunately, we escaped danger. Now, let's go to Tulou Mountain; we can easily subdue the Lezi Cavalry."

The four of them sped to Tulou Mountain.

With the threat of the Yin Elders of Mudfire Ridge eliminated, Lez's Red Armored Cavalry was now a sure thing. Lady Mingyue still needed to make some arrangements with Queen Lez and Miss Xueque. Standing on the mountain ridge were three people: Benfeng, Qingwei, and Zhongli Yizhen. Lying on the ground were Wuha and Satongrigele.

On Mudfire Ridge, Zhongli Yizhen had retrieved two more flying swords from his lotus seat. Qingwei, however, carried nothing, still bearing the unremarkable Azure Rainbow Sword on her back. She

relied on nothing external, focusing solely on her cultivation. Qingwei's Daoist cultivation was above Benfeng's, while Zhongli Yizhen, having just entered the mid-stage of the Innate Realm, was clearly below Benfeng.

Zhongli Yizhen stared at Benfeng with her beautiful eyes.

Benfeng chuckled, "Don't treat me like a monster. Just now, I just accidentally summoned that terrifying Vajra King. Otherwise, if the four of us had faced those dozen or so guardian elders from Earth God Mountain, they would have been running for their lives."

"You are a monster, oh, a freak, a freak who is neither Buddhist nor Taoist. My grandfather said he only has eyes for you. As for the others, the second and third generation disciples of our True Lotus Sect, including myself, if we could even carry your shoes, we would be lucky." Zhongli Yizhen said playfully, glancing at Benfeng's feet.

Benfeng's pair of plum blossom embroidered cloud shoes had fallen off at some point, leaving him barefoot in the snow.

"Finally, Grandpa was right. I'll carry your shoes, Sect Master Benfeng." Zhongli Yizhen took out a pair of patchwork shoes embroidered with water lilies and squatted down to put them on Benfeng.

Qingwei chuckled.

“One for me, and one for Sister Qingwei, how about that?” Zhongli Yizhen looked at Qingwei with innocent eyes. “My grandfather predicted it. He said the most unexpected thing I would do after coming down the mountain would be related to shoes, so I brought these patchwork shoes that my mother embroidered ten years ago.”

“Me too, related to shoes?” Qingwei asked Zhongli Yizhen with a smile.

“Yes, and also related to…the inner chambers of a young lady.” Zhongli Yizhen picked up the shoes and gestured for Benfeng to lift his foot, which Benfeng quickly dodged.

Qingwei asked with a smile, “Was it your grandfather who said that, or someone else?”

“My mother said so,” Zhongli Yizhen said with a smile, jumping in front of Benfeng. “Sect Leader Benfeng must not be as coy as a worldly man. Putting on shoes is also a matter of fate. If it weren’t for fate, how could we have had this encounter in Mudfire Ridge? Don’t refuse… There are fewer people on this mountain. If we go back to the Qingling Inn on Lixue Mountain, it will be difficult. If we run into our late master and he asks you to take your feet in front of him, it will be even more difficult… So please accept me.” He

had no choice but to comply.

Zhongli Yizhen put one shoe on Benfeng, and Qingwei took the other. Qingwei’s calm and serene appearance made Benfeng’s mind pure as well, and he did not have any lewd thoughts like men and women in their boudoirs.

"I can't remember when my mother made me wear these shoes. It seems like it was when I was five years old. I was chopping firewood in the mountains, my shoes fell off, and my feet were cut. My mother gave me a pair of silk shoes embroidered with a blue phoenix... Then, a few years later, I went to Wuyi Mountain." Qingwei held the patchwork shoes in her hand, squatted down, and waited for Benfeng to put his feet on. Benfeng

stretched out his feet, but before he could put them on, a cold, sharp snort reached his ears.

On a stone building, a long rope hung, with a dozen or so four- or five-year-old children tied to it. A person dressed in a black and yellow brocade Taoist robe stood far away on a snow-covered cedar tree.

A demon?

Benfeng's consciousness swept over the dozen or so four- or five-year-old children and detected the demonic energy within them. A human body with a demonic soul, the demonic energy refined from it—if Benfeng hadn't refined it together with Madam Mingyue, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all. He wondered how the person in the black and yellow Taoist robe had managed to capture these children.

The man waved his sleeve, and flew towards the mountain where Benfeng stood, carrying the dozen or so demon children.

"Have you seen those Yin cultivators from Earth God Mountain?" His voice was extremely arrogant, but his eyes swept over Wuha and Satongrigele lying on the snow.

Benfeng raised his voice, "Yes, we saw them. We captured two, the others escaped."

"Just the three of you?"

Zhongli Yizhen snorted, whispering to Benfeng that the one who came to take advantage was Jin Yueju, the sixth disciple of Kunlun Golden Immortal Shi Taijue.

Benfeng didn't want the Kunlun people to get away with it. Lady Mingyue had said she wanted to subdue Satongrigele into a servant. This was an extremely useful servant; his wrathful yaksha was the most intimidating force in battle. As long as the warriors in the battle weren't martial saints like Han Qinhu, a single wrathful yaksha's earth flame, combined with several gusts of Yin wind from Wuha's Eight Gates Banner, could demoralize thousands of soldiers.

Even if a Golden Immortal from Kunlun were to come in person, he wouldn't simply hand over these two rare treasures. Not only would he not give them away, he would also snatch those dozen or so demon children from him.

Benfeng glanced at Jin Yueju and said calmly, "Senior Jin, you arrived a little late. Otherwise, none of the Yin cultivators on Mudfire Ridge would have escaped. The moment you appeared, with my limited cultivation, I immediately felt bathed in the vastness of the Golden Immortal's power, and felt as if I were a worn-out shoe that I hadn't even worn on my feet, something I wouldn't even bother to discard."

Hearing Benfeng's words, Jin Yueju raised his eyes and glanced at him, saying coldly, "Your cultivation is considered among the best in the mortal world. However, with your level, the highest cultivation is only the late stage of the Innate Realm. It's already a miracle that you could escape from the Yin cultivators of Earth God Mountain. How dare you boast that you could capture a Yin cultivator of the level of Satongrigele?"

"Then how about I try it on you, Senior?" Benfeng chuckled, his hands forming a fundamental mudra, and unleashed the third form of the Nine Heavenly Lotus Swords, which he hadn't yet truly mastered.

His natal Heavenly Lotus Sword flew out, and a Vajra Yaksha King, radiating a majestic light, descended into the sky. This time, as Benfeng's essence of yang manifested, a stream of clear yang energy floated into the manifested Vajra Yaksha King.

The Vajra King's Prajna power was directed solely at Jin Yueju.

The Heavenly Lotus Sword pointed towards the crown of Jin Yueju's head. The Li Shui Sword condensed into a ring of light, seemingly offensive but actually defensive.

Jin Yueju roared and summoned the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable.

Three thunderous sounds clashed against the Prajna power. The Vajra Yaksha King stomped its giant feet and reached out to grasp the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable. Benfeng cried out, "Such a fine high-grade magic weapon cannot be destroyed!"

"You dare to oppose Kunlun!" Jin Yueju's voice was filled with rage. The Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable unleashed three purple-golden rays, blocking the Vajra King.

"Kunlun has always been my enemy. Oh, no, it's that Kunlun has always regarded me as a demon. I have no choice but to reluctantly accept Kunlun as the greatest obstacle in my cultivation journey," Benfeng said sarcastically.

Even with his peak Earth Immortal cultivation, Jin Yueju was not someone to be respected. Although with Benfeng's cultivation, if he followed the proper path from the late Innate stage to the Nascent Soul stage, and then to the Earth Immortal stage, it might take hundreds of years to reach Jin Yueju's current level, Benfeng would not use Kunlun's name to gain leverage.

Mental obstacles have nothing to do with strength or the time spent cultivating. Just like Junior Sister Tianyin, although she was only ten years old, she had no worries in her heart and, with her outstanding comprehension, she could break through to the Earth Immortal realm in two or three years. Some people with heavy mental obstacles would hardly make any progress even after a hundred years.

Benfeng shook his head. "Senior is too attached to appearances. I was just curious and wanted to give a rather unique gift. Hehe, I was offended."

Vajra Yaksha King, solidified in the sky, and the Heavenly Lotus Sword turned into drops of water. Jin Yueju still held up the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable with an angry expression.

"I have a favor to ask. How about we exchange the dozen or so harmless dolls with human-body demon essence that you captured?" Benfeng pointed to Satongrigele at his feet.

"What qualifications do you have?" Jin Yueju could hardly believe his ears.

"If you don't have the qualifications, then I'll just have to take them by force. If I can't take them from you, then I'll just have to make a losing deal." Benfeng smiled and stretched out his foot, saying to Qingwei, "Excuse me, put on your shoes. Otherwise, people will think that you even knocked off your shoes while fighting with the senior from Kunlun."

Chapter 118 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Thirty-Four]

Benfeng's words had a very intriguing aftertaste.

Among orthodox Daoist sects, it's not uncommon for juniors to seek guidance from seniors, though it's not exactly a pleasant thing, but it's not entirely unacceptable. Conversely, it's seen as bullying the weak.

Jin Yueju, however, was extremely indignant. In his eyes, Benfeng was maliciously provoking him. Benfeng was indeed malicious. The Kunlun sect's victory at Tianlai Mountain was known to all Daoist cultivators in the secluded world. A dignified Golden Immortal was trapped by the Heavenly Lotus Sword Sea Formation of Yingshui Continent, yet he refused to declare it to the secular Daoist sects. This was the greatest mental obstacle pervading the entire Kunlun sect.

This was the demonic obstacle that Sect Master Benfeng spoke of.

Jin Yueju failed to grasp Benfeng's underlying meaning. Meanwhile, the three Kunlun disciples at the peak of the Earth Immortal stage, facing off against two Shu Mountain seniors on the eastern peak of Tulou Mountain's Huangshui Ridge, vaguely sensed Kunlun's current predicament.

Kunlun commanded all Daoist sects with supreme authority, eliminating demons and protecting the Dao, yet they themselves had encountered a formidable obstacle—how could they possibly command respect? Public opinion can be deceiving. Even if Kunlun issues the Kunlun Decree, the secular Taoist sects, already aware of its profound mysteries, have begun to resist in their own ways. The Cijian Sect of Jiugong Mountain widely distributes Cijian Notices, announcing its disbandment. All its disciples destroy their own flying swords, arriving at Tianlai Mountain empty-handed. Among them, the elder, already over a hundred years old, learns the introductory Taoist technique of the Tianlian Sect's Jujube Branch Sword piercing incense sticks under the guidance of Tianqin.

The orthodox Taoist sects, gathered at Moro Mountain to exterminate demons by order of Kunlun, though consisting entirely of their most skilled disciples, merely take a cursory stroll through the Demon King's territory. Zhong Liqi of the Zhenlian Sect, having resolved a past emotional entanglement from hundreds of years ago, goes to Wuyi Mountain, meditates for several days, and then, together with the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance, announces that his disciples will be going to Chezhen Mountain for a cultivation competition.

Undeterred by the clouds obscuring the view—above Kunlun, heavy clouds obscure the true meaning. The reclusive immortals who have reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation are all in a state of quiet observation, awaiting their tribulations.

Will Kunlun also face a great calamity? Or is it a great calamity for all orthodox Taoist sects?

Enraged, Jin Yueju was about to unleash a spell to deliver a profound and unforgettable humiliation to Benfeng when he heard his master, Shi Taijue's, stern command: "Return to Kunlun."

Just three words, yet Jin Yueju seemed to hear the majestic voice of Vajra Yaksha King once more. Each word struck him like a hammer blow, piercing his very heart.

"The day I see you again will be your death day!" Jin Yueju uttered these words and released a flying talisman, speeding away.

Benfeng was overjoyed, leaping and bounding as he untied the long rope Jin Yueju was hanging from the snow-covered fir tree, rescuing the dozen or so demon children. The

demon children had already resolved to die, refusing to beg for mercy from those hypocritical men of Kunlun, wanting to die a worthy death. When Benfeng offered to exchange their lives with Jin Yueju, the demon children immediately broke down, tears streaming down their faces.

With their current cultivation levels, they naturally couldn't comprehend the incredible feat of Benfeng challenging a peak-stage Earth Immortal. They were simply liberated from despair, staring blankly at Benfeng, tears of joy streaming down their

faces. A single thought can create a myriad of mountains and rivers, a single thought can destroy the vast ocean. Benfeng, the sect leader, was now like a Bodhisattva, effortlessly saving all living beings.

The owner of the Qingling Inn walked up the mountain ridge carrying a strange object. Clearly, she intended to take away the dozen or so demon children. This woman was Li Nu, the Queen of Luofu. Benfeng, Feiqin, and Feiqi had stumbled into the Qingling Inn by mistake, falling right into Li Nu's trap.

Li Nu, however, hadn't anticipated that the disciples of the True Lotus Sect and the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance would thwart her plans. She also hadn't expected that Benfeng, in a single thought, would save the dozen or so disciples carefully nurtured by the Luofu Demon King.

These dozen or so demon children were already two hundred years old, far from the children they appeared to be.

Li Nu asked Ben Feng expressionlessly, "What are your conditions for exchanging them?"

Ben Feng replied, "There are many conditions, and we'll have to think about them one by one. First, get Wuha and Satongrigele to the inn and lock them up for me. Then, prepare some decent food and wine, and then we'll discuss the conditions slowly."

Li Nu's old face remained unreadable, neither angry nor happy. He bowed and placed the strange object he was carrying on the snow, then turned and left.

The dozen or so two-hundred-year-old demon children showed no affection for Li Nu, but they felt a rather unusual closeness to Ben Feng.

"My name is Yu Mi, given to me by Sister Yu Mei on Tianlai Mountain." A very pretty little demon child, like a child from the mortal world, grabbed Ben Feng's arm and curiously touched the four-inch wooden pagoda of King Menmo Luo hanging on Ben Feng's shoulder.

Benfeng pointed to the strange thing Li Nu had placed on the snow. "What's that strange thing?"

Yu Mi blinked and said, "It seems... it seems to be called..."

"Falling Star Hundred Lotus Jade... I remembered it first, Yu Mi, you lost to me again." A beautiful little demon appeared next to Yu Mi.

The little demon's name was Yu Yue.

More than a dozen demon children were vying to tell Benfeng their names.

Benfeng remembered their names and asked Yu Yue, "What is that thing called Falling Star Hundred Lotus Jade used for? Does it protect you?"

Yu Yue eagerly replied, "That's our natal magic weapon. Sister Yu Mei said that in another three hundred years, if we find a hundred children like us, we can go to Kunlun to challenge the Golden Immortals."

Challenge the Golden Immortals.

Benfeng also wanted to challenge the Golden Immortals.

...

The Lezi Iron Cavalry galloped in with magnificent momentum, it wasn't a retreat, it was a display of might.

Dust flew up on the mountain road at the foot of Tulou Mountain, and the leading hundred iron cavalrymen each dragged a fat ox behind them. It seemed they were going to Tulou Mountain to gather firewood and roast beef.

The Lez cavalry used this method to save money.

Three thousand iron cavalry almost filled the two mountain ridges of the eastern peak of Tulou Mountain. A hundred riders formed a circle, encircling the warhorses, piling up the firewood they had dragged, lighting a fire, and openly roasting a whole cow.

Suddenly, horns rang out in the valley. Then, more than forty three-tiered crossbows appeared, and ten-man squads of red-armored elite soldiers used the crossbows as shields, forming a semi-circle around the exits down the mountain, but did not fire crossbow bolts.

"People of Lez, you have traveled a long way to the territory of the Great Sui Dynasty, but have you considered whether you will be able to return home alive? Have you considered that those traitors only want to use your lives to exchange for their treasures? Have you considered that your lives are too cheap to follow traitors!" Queen Lez, wielding a greatsword, floated above Lady Mingyue's white silk robe, exuding regal aura.

Her alluring red breastplate and red skirt armor, her ample bosom, made her resemble a legendary war god.

Queen Lez's two princely brothers had already announced to the people of Lez that she had plotted a rebellion and had been executed by the Grand Tutor. The unsuspecting people of Lez celebrated for ten days, indulging in excessive drinking and revelry.

Upon seeing Queen Lez appear, many soldiers, thinking they had seen a ghost, immediately prostrated themselves in worship.

Taking advantage of the situation, Benfeng instigated a dozen or so children to shout in unison, "Our King is wise! Our King's grace is eternal! We swear to follow our King to the death! May the Kingdom of Lez be eternally prosperous!"

This was the atmosphere of subduing the enemy without a fight.

Lady Mingyue most wanted to see the three thousand red-armored cavalry subdue without bloodshed.

Two centurions mounted their warhorses, brandished their weapons, and led their soldiers down the mountain. Xueque and the resurrected centurion from Nanchen appeared, followed by assassins carrying powerful crossbows.

Two arrows were fired, and the two Lez cavalry centurions were struck and fell from their horses.

"Those who flee shall die! My mighty army of Lez would rather die standing than live fleeing!" Queen Lez used all the words Benfeng had casually uttered while drinking. "One who

stays near vermilion gets stained red

, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." "Our king is wise and mighty, invincible in battle, unconquerable in attack! Whoever stands in his way dies, whoever stands in his way is a traitor!" Benfeng picked up a longsword and led a dozen or so eager children down a mountain pass.

They encountered a sergeant who dared to challenge them head-on. Benfeng thrust his sword forward, and in a flash of blood, the sergeant was shattered in two. The impact of the sword also beheaded three soldiers behind him.

When dealing with rebels, kill one to warn a hundred, and the rest should turn against them.

Qingwei and Zhongli Yizhen also joined the ranks of those who killed one to warn a hundred. Lady Mingyue, with her captivating beauty, floated through the ranks like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, her jade hands gently tossing down packets of exquisite pastries.

The Kingdom of Lez has no shortage of wine and meat, but it lacks the exquisite pastries of the refined aristocratic families of the south.

Winning hearts and minds.

In the valley, Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf led a group of musicians in playing a homesick melody. After the homesick melody, the ominous "Ambush from Ten Sides" began to play.

This is all the troops Benfeng currently has. Lady Feng went to Fu'e City, secretly competing with two cunning demon kings to see whose wealth could buy the most expensive raw materials for forging magical artifacts.

Two thousand cavalrymen have already gathered on a gentle meadow designated by Miss Snowfall. On the meadow, there is wine, meat, and especially delicious pastries.

One thousand remain.

Benfeng saw the last surviving elder of the kingdom, who had narrowly escaped death.

"Surrender!" Benfeng shouted, and a dozen or so demon children echoed the cry in their bright, childlike voices.

The disciples of the Wuyi Eight Paths Alliance and the True Lotus Sect simultaneously appeared, shouting in unison, "Surrender!"

Even the strongest thousand soldiers couldn't withstand this group of Daoist cultivators wielding flying swords. Queen Lez gracefully landed on the ground, her royal aura chilling as she roared, "Those who want to come home with me, lay down your weapons! There will be pastries and wine to drink. Those who don't want to go home will die without a burial place!"

The voices of a dozen or so demonic children echoed through the valley: "Those who don't want to go home will die a horrible death!"

With each shout, the ranks of a thousand soldiers thinned out.

Only less than a hundred remained, and soon, another twenty or so were gone.

Benfeng drew his sword and charged directly into the ranks of the fifty or sixty men. He merely held the sword high, not striking, but kicking. "As long as you're alive, that's better than anything. If you're dead, you're nothing. Queen Lez is the rightful ruler. Follow her, and you'll be a hero of the nation; betray her, and you'll be a traitor, dead beyond redemption!"

His kicks worked. Except for the elder who had once again disappeared, the thousand-strong ranks were now drinking, eating meat and pastries, sitting together, deeply homesick.

Mission accomplished.

Queen Lez, overjoyed, embraced her husband Benfeng, showering him with kisses and smacking sounds.
Chapter 119 of 10-06: Three Hundred Saintesses, the Law of the Demon King [Thirty-Five]

Queen Lezi endured hardship and humiliation on Mount Zimoro, becoming an extremely lowly female slave. Her ambition was that perseverance would not be in vain, and that with a broken pot and a sunken boat, three thousand Yue soldiers could conquer Wu. Whoever destroys my country, I will take their life, no matter the cost.

It was King Heszab, this extremely insidious and treacherous king, who used extremely despicable means to betray Queen Lezi's kingdom.

"Hmph, King Heszab, from now on, my husband and I will be counting down the days for you." Queen Lezi's royal aura had not dissipated. She picked up

her husband, Benfeng, and with the majestic strides of a pure martial arts cultivator, rushed towards the hot spring on the central peak of Tulou Mountain. The tunes of Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf were changed to "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

The hot spring water was smooth and clean.

Benfeng floated on the water like a lamb. His clothes had been ripped to shreds by Queen Leze, creating a stunningly different look. Only a few strips of light blue silk remained on his upper body, along with two trouser legs; his underpants were still on. His patchwork shoes were still there, the water lilies on the surface floating like real ones.

Queen Leze removed her red breastplate, but her skirt armor remained on.

The queen pressed her lips to Benfeng's chest, spitting out water and kissing him a few times, "My dear husband, my dearest husband..."

Her words, muffled by the water in her mouth, were indistinct.

Benfeng spread his legs, letting his manhood stand proudly erect. Queen Leze gently touched it with her jade-like hand, then turned to the side, burying her head between Benfeng's legs, "I will serve my dearest husband well."

The queen's erotic words were quite nauseating.

The ducks are the first to know the warmth of the hot spring water.

As Benfeng sensed Queen Lezi's breath, a scene suddenly appeared in the mirror of the God-King Funie... Something seemed wrong, something seemed... The warm, moist sensation he felt now was his own body, the erect member a testament to it.

Yet, he also felt that Queen Funie had truly given him her physical body. That fragrance, that irreplaceable body scent, occasionally, subtly, intoxicated Benfeng.

Mysterious.

"Husband, Miss Xueque and I have found a wonderful place. It's exquisitely decorated. I'll carry you there." Queen Lezi rubbed Benfeng's thigh with her ample bosom. "That's where those scheming people from Mudfire Ridge hide their women. They have everything."

Benfeng responded.

Queen Lezi embraced Benfeng and plunged into the hot spring, bubbling as she swam deeper. As she swam further in, the water became somewhat cooler. The water was no longer hot, but it became increasingly clear.

A waterfall could be seen, its cascading waters concealing a cave.

Benfeng, thoroughly enjoying himself, placed his hand on Queen Leze's breasts. His fingers slid into the deep crevice, feeling the smooth, slippery texture. And so, Queen Leze, carrying Benfeng—whose eyes were half-closed as he groped her breasts—entered the cave through the waterfall, ascending the warm jade steps.

The cave had three doors, each a door carved from jade; the central one was open, the two on either side closed.

"The Queen has arrived! Come out and greet her!" Queen Leze roared haughtily.

A few soft female voices rang out, and six maids emerged, their jade pendants jingling.

"Master, we have come to serve you." The six maids obediently reached out to receive their nearly naked husband, Benfeng.

"My husband is tired; please serve him something to eat." Queen Leze strode confidently up to the throne facing north in the main hall. On the throne stood a royal chair.

"Listen up, all of you. From now on, this is the territory of the Heavenly Lotus Sect. Those traitors of Mudfire Ridge have been executed. If you want to live, you must be completely obedient and compliant. Do whatever I, Lord Feng, tell you to do with a hundredfold joy. If anyone disobeys, they may as well die."

Queen Lezi slapped the throne. "Only I, Lord Feng, may sit here. Do you understand?"

Below the throne, a group of uneasy maids and a group of beautiful but withered women weakly responded.

"What, that wretched woman still hasn't come out to see me?" Queen Lezi snorted, stepped down from the throne, walked through the two corridors on the right side of the throne, and entered a private room.

This private room was where Soman Ying, the most favored woman of the Mudfire Ridge chieftain Wuha, usually stayed. Soman Ying was a famous courtesan in Fu'e City. Chieftain Wuha had redeemed her with a large sum of money, but had not been able to have sex with her. Although she was a weak woman, she was aloof and unapproachable, showing no respect to Chieftain Wuha. Queen Lez tried to force herself on her, but she dared to resist with her life: "I hate being forced by men, and I hate being ordered around by women."

Soman Ying sat alone in her room, a scroll of "The Book of Virtuous Women" in her hand, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil outside.

"My husband wants to favor you, will you accept or not?" Queen Lez asked bluntly.

"Man Ying has no choice, what difference does it make whether I accept or not?" Soman Ying replied calmly, without looking up.

"If you accept, my husband will never let you be lonely in your chambers again. If you don't, he'll force himself on you, and then drag you to Mount Zimolu to be a slave. The most despicable men in the world can have their way with you." Queen Lez's words were a powerful and threatening threat.

"Why must women... make things difficult for other women? I... I am a lowly willow, how dare I accept the favor of the great Sui dynasty's influential figure, Master Li? I will accept." Soman Ying clearly knew about Ben Feng's past.

"This is it, much better than you. Talking to those fools like Wuha was like casting pearls before swine. I, Feng, am proficient in all the arts—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. From now on, you'll have endless fun in your boudoir." Queen Leze waved her hand lightly. "Bring me in."

...Queen Leze, with just a few words, coerced a proud courtesan who refused to be violated by a man into submission.

Feng still had a piece of cake in his mouth, and he was still wearing the tattered clothes Queen Leze had torn off, his fine silk underpants, woven by Madam Feng herself, were still held up by that filthy object.

The six women, seemingly quite perceptive, carried this oddball, Feng, into Soman Ying's boudoir.

Feng's appearance made Soman Ying chuckle. The courtesans of Fu'ai City were used to well-dressed men, but they had never seen a man so unrestrained before her.

A man, an extraordinary man, a legendary figure of the Sui Dynasty. To be precise, he was a prominent figure in the fall of the Sui Dynasty.

Benfeng slid down from the soft arms of the six maids and looked at Soman Ying, who stood behind the desk. This woman was dressed casually, without any deliberate flaunting, more like a worldly woman in her boudoir, seemingly surprised by the sudden arrival of the uninvited guest, her hands tugging at her loose silk robe that had fallen below her shoulders.

Soman Ying wore only a thin gauze robe, an embroidered blue-green bodice around her chest, and a silk skirt. The thin gauze revealed the texture of her skin, making her appear half-naked. The bodice was deliberately cinched a little, accentuating her shapely breasts, which seemed to be covered by exceptionally full and rounded jade bells beneath the thin fabric.

Underneath the skirt, two mounds of smooth, white flesh covered her buttocks, which were round and pert. As she bowed to Ben Feng, her naturally beautiful body and fragrant buttocks were revealed. The thin gauze concealed the full view of her private parts, revealing only a few outlines of her flesh. Despite her alluring attire

, she possessed an unapproachable and dignified demeanor. Those treacherous people from Mudfire Ridge really knew how to find women; they even managed to get their hands on such a beauty.

Queen Lez and her maids all withdrew.

Soman Ying moved gracefully, her voice soft as she asked, "Please bathe and change, Young Master Li."

Ben Feng replied, "I've already washed. Shall I give you a bath instead? I love bathing women... I heard from the maid that your body hasn't been touched by that bastard Wuha yet. That's wonderful. How could Wuha possibly enjoy such a captivating body as Miss Manying?"

Soman Ying chuckled, "So it turns out you're the same way, Young Master. No matter how many women there are, they'll only be for your exclusive use."

"Of course, men all love having a harem. Imagine having the biggest harem in history, with three thousand beauties—wouldn't that be amazing?" Benfeng walked to his desk, picked up *The Register of Virtuous Women*, opened a page, and read a few names with great interest: "Luo Xiuxiu, who composed the third of the ten most famous songs of Chang'an's Yiyunfang, was redeemed for 300,000 gold ingots—Yan Xuansi, who embroidered the Hundred Birds Painting in Jiangnan, spent three years creating the Spring River Warmth Painting, and was redeemed for 300,000 gold ingots..."

Benfeng was about to continue reading when he saw Suo Manying, barefoot and bent over, push a bathtub into the side room. The blue silk was soft to the touch, with a wonderful feel.

The famous courtesans of Fu'ai City, Wuha really spared no expense.

Benfeng happily added hot spring water to the tub. Suo Jingying scattered flower stamens on the side. The tender red and purple milk fruit flower stamens—famous courtesans were indeed particular.

After scattering the flower petals, Soman Ying changed into a purplish-red gauze dress. It seemed she wasn't about to bathe, but rather, alluringly, she picked up a seven-stringed zither and sat on a soft stool beside the bathtub. She placed the zither on the rim and, with delicate, jade-like hands, began to play "The Jade Beauty's Eighteen Bends of Flying Flowers," a song by the famous courtesan Luo Xiuxiu of Chang'an. "

Petals rain, hidden in the stamens, always missing the blooming season; the unfaithful man forgets the seasons, flowers bloom and wither... "

Ben Feng recognized the song and, somewhat impatiently, moved closer to Soman Ying.

"Stop playing and singing, just give in to me already. There are several other ladies waiting," Ben Feng said, tugging at Soman Ying's gauze dress. His hand slid down to her buttocks—an exceptionally beautiful and alluring buttocks—no wonder she was a famous courtesan of Fu'ai City.

Her buttocks were perfectly proportioned. A small slit was visible between her thighs, its color a deep purplish-red. The soft flesh curved and twisted, forming a tender triangle, with the slit partially concealing a tuft of slightly swaying, curly black hair—exceptionally alluring. A

seductive, fiery woman who didn't even wear underpants.

"Come, kiss Miss Manying," Benfeng said, wanting to press himself against Manying's back and kiss her. But Manying dodged.

Holding her half-exposed breasts, Manying looked at Benfeng with resentful eyes, shook her head slightly, and said, almost weeping, "Manying is a withered flower, unable to bathe and cleanse herself, how dare I defile myself before you?"

Benfeng laughed, "You insist on creating so much romance." Suddenly, he reached into the bathtub, scooped up a handful of water, and poured it over Manying's body.

The wetness made Manying's breasts and the area between her legs even more prominent. Benfeng grabbed the soaked, pinkish-purple gauze dress and tore it apart piece by piece, wrapping it tightly around the courtesan who was arousing yet resisting. Soman Ying, clutching her proud breasts, bent her legs, and with a slight movement, pressed one hand to the ground while the other rested on the rim of the tub. Her slender waist arched slightly, her buttocks raised, and Benfeng wrapped the dress from her neck to her feet, creating a shapely, slender, pinkish-purple figure.

The layers of the purple-red gauze dress revealed the courtesan's alluring beauty, and glimpses of her fair skin peeked through the gaps in the fabric—a hazy, seductive, and bewitching sight. No one could have imagined that Soman Ying, who had just been so dignified and unapproachable, holding a scroll of "The Book of Virtuous Women," would now be a plaything to be manipulated at will.

Benfeng roughly hoisted Soman Ying onto his shoulder, carried her, and walked, dripping wet, to the bedside, arranging her in a prone position with her waist arched and buttocks raised. The young lady, Manying, had her knees on the bed, her snowy buttocks raised high, utterly powerless to resist, only able to await her husband's wanton indulgence.

"I beg for mercy, I'm so afraid you'll force yourself on me, young master," Manying cried out like a frightened rabbit, twisting her body and struggling slightly, her mouth uttering a soft, mournful sound.

A tearing sound rang out, and Manying felt a chill between her thighs as the gauze covering her beautiful buttocks was ripped open by Benfeng. He removed his rather cumbersome underpants, and, with his filthy member erect, thrust it towards Manying's jade-like buttocks. Her beautiful vulva was incredibly wet, forced apart by the smooth, blunt tip of his filthy member. The scalding member slowly pushed open her narrow, tight opening, penetrating deep inside, coated in sticky fluid.

She opened her eyes wide, seemingly in terror, her whole body tense, fearfully covering her jade-like breasts with her bound hands. Yu-gu did not dodge, letting the filthy thing push in deeper... Her delicate body trembled slightly, and a soft sob escaped her lips: "You've bullied me like this, I hate you, I hate men for forcing themselves on me like this..."

"Hate, remember this hatred in your chamber forever, so I can use more methods to force myself on you." Only then did Benfeng understand the taste of hatred that Queen Lezi spoke of for Miss Manying.

Benfeng thrust hard, as if to penetrate Miss Manying's soft passage. The thing was already pressing against a strange place that was both sore and tight. Benfeng grabbed her waist and began to shake it vigorously, exploring the harbor back and forth with fullness. Each thrust brought out a little bit of white, sticky fluid, and squeezed out gurgling fluid bubbles to penetrate deeply—Somanying shook her head and sobbed, her beautiful hair scattered on the jade bed, and a few drops of fragrant saliva dripped from her jade mouth. Her jade waist trembled up and down as if resisting and enjoying.

Two more tearing sounds rang out, and a chill ran down the spine of the young woman, Manying, as her gauze dress was ripped down to her waist by Benfeng. Manying tilted her head back and moaned softly. Her hands, now free, didn't resist; instead, they braced themselves against the jade couch, lifting her upper body. Her jade-like breasts swayed back and forth, rubbing against her slender arms.

Glancing back occasionally, she saw that Benfeng had somehow removed his clothes, revealing a strong, muscular physique. His smooth muscles were covered in sweat, their lines undulating, exuding a conquering, domineering aura. In her panicked glance, an indescribable feeling welled up inside her, and her tender core tightly gripped that hard, throbbing thing… Another wave of intense pleasure washed over her, and wet, sticky fluid flowed from her valley. She felt the man behind her thrusting, fully opening her delicate walls, penetrating her body from both sides… Overwhelmed by pleasure, she went limp, her strength failing her, and pressed her head against his jade arm.

Chapter 120 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Thirty-Six]

Ben Feng's hands were pressed against the smooth, jade-like buttocks of Manying Girl, wrapped in a purple-red gauze dress. Looking down, he saw a wide slit between Manying Girl's buttocks, her tender vulva covered in sticky, filthy fluid. Her filthy member was also tinged with pink. Large patches of white, sticky filth kept gushing out from where the two were joined. Beads of sweat on Manying Girl's jade face dripped down the sections of her gauze dress.

Manying Girl frantically clutched the brocade quilt on the jade couch, sobbing softly, clearly unable to control herself.

Benfeng grabbed the last few layers of her gauze dress from her ankle and ripped them apart, lifting up one of her smooth, jade-like legs. At the end of her slender shin, her delicate, jade-like foot trembled and swayed, her five toes moving erratically. She was utterly lost, unaware of her surroundings or who she was under. Her alluring path was wide open, and a sordid object moved in and out, dripping with fluids and making soft squelching sounds.

With a soft moan, the girl's jade arm bent, losing her balance. A few more soft groans escaped her lips as her body collapsed onto the jade couch, her large, soft breasts pressed against it. Her slender waist twisted and turned, her round buttocks rising and swaying high.

Benfeng pressed his waist tightly against her, the filthy thing he was busy with was feeling extremely intense, and he pounded even more fiercely.

Suddenly, the girl Manying felt a change in the hard, wicked thing in her secret path; the tingling and numbness in her flower path was unbearable, her limbs went weak, and her soul was almost pulled away. This was the feeling of being forcefully penetrated by a man she had never experienced before, and she was filled with indescribable fear. She could only shake her head and sob, "I hate you, I hate how you've made me... made me not know what to do..."

Benfeng, suppressing a slight urge to release, placed Manying on the bed, his hands reaching around to her front, fully grasping and squeezing her swaying, firm breasts, and suddenly straightened her body. Manying's hands flailing wildly, she grabbed Benfeng's hands, their fingers intertwined, and her slender waist swayed uncontrollably, her buttocks constantly thrusting forward, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing loudly. The sounds of panting, sobbing, and moaning, accompanying Benfeng's increasingly fierce thrusts, were quite similar to the music that Manying had just played.

Aroused by this, Benfeng moved even more vigorously, his hands grasping her proud breasts, kneading them freely up and down. Her tender, smooth flesh, with each squeeze, caused droplets of fluid to splatter, and beneath him, her thighs, stained with a mess of fluid, gurgled and overflowed.

Suddenly, a sharp, piercing sound rang out, and Manying collapsed onto the jade bed. Benfeng bent down, pressing his sweaty, hard body against her jade-like form, and his hard, wicked member pushed even harder into her chambers. Taking advantage of the situation, I, the lord, tightened my grip on the jade-like waist of the maiden Manying, and thrust into her with a series of slurred pounding sounds… The maiden Manying moaned incessantly, her limbs weak and limp, moving haphazardly like captured prey, her body trembling uncontrollably. After a while, she finally spoke in a weak, panting voice, “You’re a complete freak, all you know how to do is force yourself on me, I’m going to be killed by you…”

Another moan escaped her lips, and the maiden Manying tensed up, her tender vulva suddenly contracting. I, the lord, could no longer hold back, and gushed forth, hot fluid gushing out… The famous courtesan of Fu’ai City truly possessed extraordinary abilities; I, the lord, was extremely pleased.

The two lay intertwined, a wave of drowsiness washing over them. I, the lord, reached out and embraced the once dignified and unapproachable courtesan, now completely disoriented by my forceful actions, and laughed heartily.

He held her plump, snow-white breasts tightly in his arms, like two balls of pinkish-white dough just kneaded with warm milk. Soman Ying's hazy, beautiful eyes opened and closed as she glanced at her husband, Ben Feng, like a delicate flower after a storm, or a helpless lamb trapped in a pen... Her mind raced with thoughts... This man, this freak man, he hadn't even exchanged a few words before he was taken advantage of. He wasn't some master of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; he was clearly a ruthless barbarian who destroyed flowers... Despite these thoughts, she didn't want to resist anymore, and her head involuntarily pressed against the man's shoulder.

The young lady's entire body was covered in a thin layer of fine sweat, even her pouting lips were glistening with beads of perspiration. Her fair and delicate body was covered with a captivating, alluring blush, and there were more than a dozen crisscrossing scratch marks on her shoulders and neck. In particular, there were several striking red marks around her ample breasts. Her face still reflected the lingering afterglow of the climax that her husband, Benfeng, had forcibly taken from her.

Such a body, which would make any woman in her boudoir secretly envious, would be hard for any man to resist. Upon seeing her, Benfeng immediately sensed that she possessed a unique charm that was not that of an ordinary woman. Even though he had just used force somewhat indiscriminately, it had given So Manying an unforgettable, soul-stirring experience... The two of them were completely at ease, and in an instant, they broke through the barriers between men and women.

...

The young lady Manying's body was still numb. Her tender, slightly swollen vagina, still red from being played with by her husband Benfeng, was slowly overflowing with warm male semen, which flowed down her delicate thighs. Manying didn't bother to wash herself anymore. She let out a soft moan, muttered something, and stretched out her jade-like arms to wrap around Benfeng's neck. She closed her alluring eyes languidly, nestled close to Benfeng, and fell into a deep sleep.

Benfeng gently removed Manying's arms, put on his undergarments, and quietly left the boudoir.

Outside the boudoir, Madam Lez was leaning against a pillar, listening intently to the music drifting from a private room behind her. This secluded place had a dozen winding corridors and over twenty private rooms.

Madam Black Lotus and Madam Cloud Leaf, secretly waiting, had arranged musical instruments and all the necessary utensils in one of the private rooms. They really wanted to have some fun with Benfeng in their private quarters. Since that night, I haven't been intimate with my husband.

I want to... I want to...

I first hugged Lady Lez and kissed her several times, then patted her firm, bouncy buttocks. "Go find Miss Xueque. She's washed up and is waiting for me in her room."

"Hurry up, don't dawdle. You're putting in so much effort for one. Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf are already getting impatient." Lady Lez was actually jealous of a famous courtesan from Yifu'e City.

I pinched Lady Lez's buttocks, then walked barefoot into the elegant room that Lady Black Lotus and Lady Cloud Leaf had carefully chosen.

On the crescent-shaped wooden couch, Lady Cloud Leaf leaned against the wooden railing behind the gauze curtains, playing a jade flute.

Upon seeing her husband, Yunye, she stretched out her arms and kicked off with her feet, throwing herself onto him. She whispered sweetly in his ear, "I missed you so much, my husband."

"I missed you too," Yunye replied. "On Mount Zimolu, before we could even get close, that old turtle king, Jin Gui Wang, ruined our good time." Yunye kissed

Yunye's fragrant lips a few times. Yunye, intoxicated, leaned in and kissed Yunye, sharing her sweet saliva.

The two forgot everything else, kissing and caressing... Yunye buried her nose in Yunye's thick, fragrant hair, feeling waves of scent. Looking up slightly, she could vaguely see a slight sheen of sweat, and smelled a mixture of her breasts, her armpits, and a tender, alluring scent—a sensual aroma.

Yunye didn't keep Yunye waiting any longer; she went straight for that missing spot and penetrated her. Having tasted the wonders of Lady Yunye's secret place for the first time, I was indeed filled with an irresistible urge. Lady Yunye was also exceptionally gifted; the scent within her tender cavity was unusually sweet, growing more subtle and sweet the deeper one went. Once it touched my fingertips, it lingered there. At first sniff, the fragrance penetrated directly, clear and refreshing. After a moment, the fragrance lingered, deep and layered, rich yet serene—a rare treasure. It was comparable to the rich juice of pears and the nectar of orchids in a jade pool, but compared to the smooth and warm fragrance emanating from Lady Yunye's tender buds, it lacked that subtle, ethereal quality of a distant, lingering scent.

Her tender, naturally gifted vagina, touched by Benfeng's unusual member, overflowed with fresh, moist fluid. Lady Yunye straddled Benfeng's waist, letting his member penetrate deeply, then reluctantly pulling away, her juices splashing onto the two brocade quilts on the jade couch. The fragrance of the fluids, like orchids and musk, drifted and filled the room, intoxicatingly sweet. Benfeng inhaled the scent, his heart pounding with pleasure.

Lady Yunye let out a soft moan, sliding off Benfeng and turning to lie on the couch. Benfeng gently stroked Lady Yunye's thick, flowing hair, letting her lean against the pillow. One hand caressed her flushed, intoxicated face, while the other encircled her curvaceous body. The hand that had been caressing her face slowly slid down, touching her snow-white nipples.

Benfeng closed his eyes slightly, his fingers almost imperceptibly twirling, pressing against her tender, supple skin. Between his fingers, a mound of soft, undulating breasts rose and fell like mountain peaks. Her two round, firm breasts were taut and elastic, but when pressed against their base, they were overflowing with soft, folded flesh… Benfeng lowered his head and took one into his mouth, gently nibbling, so tender that even his teeth hesitated to touch it. A soft moan escaped Lady Yunye's lips, her body trembling slightly. Her legs suddenly thrust forward, forcing Benfeng's erection deeper into the winding path.

Lady Yunye let out soft moans, "Ugh, ah, ah," her languid voice unconsciously uttering sounds of intoxication. Benfeng felt a dampness, a cool, moist sensation spreading from between her legs, her tender vulva overflowing with fluid. Overwhelmed by desire, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Lady Yunye's slender waist, beginning a vigorous, rhythmic movement. Lady Yunye's body writhed, her expression one of blissful intoxication, her two tender lips opening and closing in rhythm with the movement of that thing.

"My lord, it's so beautiful... I want you to force yourself on me too." Lady Yunye even blurted out the sweet whispers of Miss Manying that she had overheard.

Chapter 121 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Thirty-Seven]

Lady Black Lotus, dressed in a gorgeous, tight-fitting black dress, was bathing and washing her feet in the warm pool outside the elegant room. Seemingly relaxed and leisurely, her jade ears were intently listening to the sounds coming from inside the brocade curtains.

"I want to hit you!" Lady Yunye's sweet and soft voice carried a hint of languor. Lady Black Lotus embraced her soft breasts in ecstasy. One could imagine Lady Yunye gently biting Benfeng's ear in the private room, her full lips and a face that seemed both fierce and tender, saying, "You were so wicked and cruel when you took my body, so incredibly wicked..."

...

In the private room, Lady Yunye's soft, tender body slowly turned around, her plump, glistening arms gently slipping under Benfeng's arms. Her face buried in the crook of Benfeng's neck, her ample breasts pressing tightly against his chest, the touch soft and smooth, indescribably wonderful. Benfeng

had never seen Lady Yunye with such a girlish, wistful expression before, and teasingly laughed, "You're more enchanting than a demon." Lady Yunye willfully hugged Benfeng tightly, saying sweetly, "I'm just a withered flower now, I'm afraid my body will defile my husband."

"You're a golden branch and jade leaf." Benfeng smiled and hugged Lady Yunye even tighter, bowing his head and calling, "My dear princess!" Lady Yunye tilted her head back, and their lips met, a kiss so intense it was intoxicating, so hard to part.

“I’ve done some heinous things that make all the demon kings hate me to death. They all want to kill me. Aren’t you scared?” Benfeng said, biting Lady Yunye’s chin.

Lady Yunye chuckled and pursed her lips. “I knew you’d stir up trouble. I was a little scared at first, but then I wasn’t scared anymore, and I fell for your magic… Oh dear, your naughty hand…” Lady Yunye extended her jade finger and lightly tapped Benfeng’s nose, teasingly saying, “You’re the scariest demon king, so naughty… especially the one below.”

Benfeng’s little demon king was already pressing against Lady Yunye’s soft mound.

Deliberately dodging, Lady Yunye stretched out her arms and hugged Benfeng tightly, her two soft, plump breasts kneading her husband's chest as she softly said, "In the future, when you have achieved great success in your cultivation and ascended Kunlun, you can sit and discuss the Dao with that elusive Kunlun sect leader. As for someone like me, a withered flower, I'll just find a plot of land on Tianlai Mountain and become a farmer, planting plums and picking peaches."

...After a while, Lady Heilian, listening to the sweet words in the elegant room, felt drowsy and fell asleep leaning against the smooth jade wall by the pool.

After Benfeng had made Lady Yunye sleep soundly through several blissful moments, he quieted down and went to the pool. He first dived into the water and, like a fish, caressed Lady Heilian's jade-like legs. Then, when her legs were wet and fragrant, he suddenly pounced on Lady Heilian and threw her into the water.

In a hazy, dreamlike state, under Benfeng's ministrations, Lady Black Lotus, unable to bear the burning heat of spring, breathed softly, her lips parting in a tender, lingering embrace. In the midst of this arousal, her jade arms hooked around Benfeng's neck, clinging to him with irresistible passion…

Benfeng greedily sucked on Lady Black Lotus's breasts, his hands increasingly fondling her buttocks.

"My little darling, my little Blackie, did you miss me?" Benfeng gently pinched Lady Black Lotus's delicate nose. Lady

Black Lotus, aroused to the point of burning heat, gasped for breath, her mind replaying the events of that night, and a wave of infatuation washed over her.

Seeing the watery glint in her eyes, the deep affection in her brows and eyes, Benfeng was overcome with emotion. He suddenly buried his face in Lady Black Lotus's chest, kissing her breasts passionately through her tight black clothes.

Lady Black Lotus, utterly intoxicated, asked with great concern, "Your physical body... seeing how the Demon King of Luofu has treated your body like that, I was truly terrified..."

Ben Feng replied, "It's alright now."

As he spoke, Ben Feng's lustful hand reached for Lady Black Lotus's exquisitely shaped breasts, bound tightly with a ribbon. A belt secured the front and back of her garment. Lady Black Lotus glanced around; in the distance, amidst a misty haze, two jade-like figures bent over, scooping water, occasionally letting out laughter.

Ben Feng, however, paid no heed, reaching to untie the ribbon around Lady Black Lotus's waist.

Lady Black Lotus, slightly flustered, said in a trembling voice, "Here... I'm afraid... someone might see... Miss Xue Que and Sister Yi Zhen are playing on the other side."

"I don't care! Whether they see us or not doesn't matter..." Before Ben Feng could ponder Lady Black Lotus's delirious words, he hurriedly reached out, his hand slipping through her loosened clothes, brushing against her soft, smooth undergarment, and kneading a soft, pink mass of flesh...

Lady Black Lotus whimpered, her pent-up desires of the past few days finally overflowing. Her limbs went weak, and she allowed her husband, Ben Feng, to indulge in his wanton play.

"My husband's skills in the inner chambers are becoming more and more refined... It's very different from last time. My husband is getting better and better at teasing women..." Compared to their first time together, the experience was naturally very different. Lady Black Lotus closed her eyes tightly, her heart pounding and throbbing. In her dazed state, she recalled the forbidden play in her inner chambers, and like a virgin tasting forbidden fruit for the first time, her ears flushed with shame.

Another round of teasing ensued.

A tingling, itchy sensation washed over her, and Lady Black Lotus, just like when she first met her husband, couldn't resist. She pleaded softly, "Don't be naughty, don't touch there...it's so itchy..."

He saw her cheeks flushed, her delicate face practically dripping with moisture, and felt the soft, throbbing part between her legs growing even redder... Lady Black Lotus seemed to melt away, but He Feng kept pinching and kneading her. She bit her lip, determined not to be taken so easily by her husband, but she couldn't control herself. Suddenly, her body trembled, and a fragrant, moist fluid flowed from her flower.

He Feng's fingertips felt suddenly wet and slippery, thick, sticky, warm, and tingling. His already aroused member almost burst forth.

This time, Lady Black Lotus was completely willing, without any other thoughts, and was even slightly taken by her husband's teasing. She trembled, her body stiffening as if in a daze, her legs then limp and spread open, her head going limp in Benfeng's arms.

Benfeng grasped her delicate ankle with one hand, her waist arching into an incredible curve, her two beautifully shaped legs dangling limply over the edge of the pool, her posture strangely alluring. He grew increasingly impatient and tore off the belt around Lady Black Lotus's waist, forcefully pulling down her silk trousers, but failed to pull out the soft silk undergarment underneath. Seeing that the undergarment had no clasp, he simply lifted it up and flipped it over to her abdomen...

Lady Black Lotus covered her face with her hands, "I'm afraid Lady Xueque and Sister Yizhen will see... How embarrassing."

Benfeng pulled off his own undergarments, his filthy member thrusting towards that once-bloomed flower slit. So slippery, it slipped through the slit inadvertently, reaching the curved corner of the flower.

Lady Black Lotus shuddered softly at the touch, letting out a soft moan, and tightened her legs.

Overwhelmed with tenderness, Benfeng used his hand to support the hard, throbbing member as he continued to explore the fragrant path, only to slip past it again. He then realized that Lady Black Lotus was deliberately displaying her intimate skills.

Lady Black Lotus closed her eyes tightly, her beautiful long eyelashes trembling, and she whimpered, "Good... I'm afraid your wicked devil will bully me..."

"You've learned to eavesdrop too..." Hearing Lady Black Lotus's words, and knowing that their intimate whispers had been overheard, Benfeng gently patted the jade-like woman's tender face. His hard, throbbing member parted the clam shell, holding the strange, tender thing inside, trembling slightly. Just as he was about to exert force, Lady Black Lotus gently moved again, and it passed through the door without entering.

"You're being naughty again." Benfeng was getting impatient.

"Lady Lotus, don't be naughty, the little devil is already impatient." Benfeng, her husband, nibbled on Lady Black Lotus's earlobe.

The Black Lotus Saintess's legs remained tightly closed.

"Open the door, little Blackie, little darling Lotus." Benfeng's voice was almost pleading.

Lady Black Lotus suddenly raised her face, giving Ben Feng a coquettish look, and said, "What did you call me just now?"

"Lady Lotus... Little darling Lotus."

"Not those two, the one in the middle."

"Little Blackie?"

"Yes, I like this the most." Madam Black Lotus squinted her eyes, seemingly quite pleased with the nickname "Little Blackie."

Ben Feng understood the implication and said, "Little Blackie, open the door quickly, the little devil wants to go in."

Madam Black Lotus silently parted her jade-like legs, looking quite infatuated.

Seeing this, Ben Feng put his mouth to her ear and called out sweetly, "Little Blackie... good little Blackie... darling Blackie..." Madam

Black Lotus was so charmed by her husband that she became weak and limp, but she said with a reproach, "Just one little Blackie is enough, why add so many good little darlings?"

Ben Feng was secretly delighted: "This time I can't let it slip by again."

Madam Black Lotus gave a soft groan, spreading her legs wide apart, revealing her flowery beauty without any cover. At this moment, on the open flower bud, one could see the pink flesh glistening with red and clear, glistening with misty moisture as the jade-like woman trembled slightly.

Benfeng swallowed hard, pressing his throbbing, burning member tightly into her tender cavity.

Lady Black Lotus trembled slightly, her hands helplessly grasping Benfeng's arms. Benfeng, beneath her flower, a stream of hot, viscous fluid, with nowhere to go, suddenly overflowed from her vulva, flowing slowly down her cleavage.

Benfeng felt his soul melt away, taking a deep breath. Just as he was about to lower himself, a series of cheerful laughs rang in his ears. In the mist not far away, two jade-like figures emerged from the water.

"There really are people…who could it be, Lady Lez and Miss Xueque?" Benfeng thought of Lady Lez and Miss Xueque, but then suddenly remembered Lady Black Lotus's hazy mention of "Sister Yizhen."

"Husband, Little Blackie is getting impatient…wanting…" Lady Black Lotus felt the emptiness between her legs and softly reminded him.

She bit her full, jade-like lips, her eyes hazy, a few strands of wet hair clinging to her lips, exuding a captivating yet cold beauty. Her body appeared delicate, yet concealed an astonishing elasticity and remarkable endurance.

Ben Feng swiftly unleashed a storm of passion, and

Madam Little Black groaned as she arched her delicate buttocks, her hands sliding down Ben's back, grasping his firm buttocks and pressing them against his crotch, leaving several red claw marks on Ben Feng's back.

The two joined and separated in an instant, their wet, curly thighs glistening with juices. Lady Black Lotus's thick, dark hair, glistening with moisture, was alluring, covered with a thin layer of fragrant, milky-white fluid, clinging in clumps, seemingly inadvertently revealing the long-forgotten loneliness and waning desire of the Black Lotus Saintess, as well as her awakening yearning. Following her jade-like hand's guidance, Benfeng thrust forcefully, and the two almost simultaneously tilted their heads back, their erect members plunging to the very bottom. A violent twitching of her tender vulva caused a small, clear stream of fluid to be squeezed out. The two were now tightly joined, without a single gap.

Chapter 122 Three Hundred Saintesses, the Demon King's Law [Thirty-Eight]

A naturally formed hot spring pool, shrouded in mist and steaming hot vapor. The slightly weary Xueque girl removed her breastplate and skirt armor, immersing her jade-like body in the pool. She

was all clean and ready to wait for her husband, Benfeng.

A secluded cave, a uniquely warm and inviting hot spring pool. Qingwei and Zhongli Yizhen, carrying flying swords on their backs, floated gracefully to the edge of the pool.

Xue Que, without a hint of malice, beckoned to them, "Come and wash up. You've been fighting and slashing all day, you're all sweaty." Xue Que, a seasoned soldier, was used to this natural, open-air bathing.

Hearing Xue Que's call, Zhongli Yizhen gazed at her exquisite figure with envy. Qingwei shook her head, saying, "This is my territory, we can't be presumptuous… If someone sees us, it'll be another scandal." "

There's no need for so many taboos between men and women. My husband won't be here until late at night, you're not going to be bathing for hours." Xue Que splashed water, letting it soak her body. Drops of dew reflected on her jade-like skin, further enhancing the unique charm of Xue Que, who was determined to achieve physical immortality.

"I really need to take a good shower. I feel so sticky and uncomfortable." Zhongli Yizhen was naturally clean-loving. Since leaving Yiwang Mountain, she had been constantly fighting and killing, traveling thousands of miles from south to north without a proper shower. The last few times at the inn, she could only wash briefly in the bathtub, which was nothing compared to playing and splashing in the mountain springs with her fellow disciples on Yiwang Mountain.

Zhongli Yizhen quickly took off her clothes and couldn't wait to get into the spring. The moment her toes touched the water, she felt a refreshing warmth spreading throughout her body. She let out a soft cry of joy as her entire body was immersed in the spring...

Qingwei chuckled, "You can take your time washing here. I'll go check on the Qingling Inn."

A jade-like figure rose up, a flying sword soaring through the air, and Qingwei gracefully disappeared into the clouds.

Xue Que glanced at them, "Flying swords of cultivation, you Wuyi Daoist Sect and Zhenlian Sect, everyone is a fairy, I really envy you."

"Sister Xue Que, join our Zhenlian Sect! We can refine flying swords together, and even bathe together..." Zhongli Yi truly felt a connection with Xue Que, believing that a single word from him could make her a senior sister of the Zhenlian Sect. She was unaware of how difficult it was for ordinary people to enter a Daoist sect. Xue Que, a woman, had worn armor in the Southern Chen army for several years, yet she hadn't even earned the title of martial arts master, let alone become a disciple of a true Daoist sect that remained detached from worldly affairs. To be able to enter a true Daoist sect and become a true disciple was already akin to being a half-immortal. Most disciples in Daoist sects were from wealthy and powerful families; few were from poor families. Only those from poor families with exceptional talent were considered.

Xue Que reached out and touched Zhong Li Yizhen's jade arm. "You've been nurtured with rare herbs since childhood, so your constitutions are naturally different from those of ordinary people. Before, I didn't even know there were any true Taoist sects in this world. A few times when I saw those scoundrels from the Shangqing Sect, I felt disgusted and gave up any foolish thoughts of cultivating Taoism."

Zhong Li Yizhen chuckled and touched Xue Que's proud jade rabbit with two fingers, saying softly, "I heard from Lady Mingyue that Sister Xue Que was forced by me, Young Master Feng, on Mount Zimolu. Did you also feel disgusted by me, Young Master Feng? I am already an extremely outstanding and influential figure. Even the Golden Immortals of Kunlun and Zhaoshan have to look at me differently."

"Oh dear, my husband... is certainly no ordinary person..." Miss Xue Que blushed as she suddenly thought of how her husband Feng had pressed down on her, unsure of what to say next. "It's not what you think, my husband is... he is..."

Zhong Li Yi innocently stroked Miss Xue Que's breasts again, "Sister Xue Que has such a beautiful figure, it's truly enviable, no wonder my husband Feng is so infatuated... utterly infatuated." "

The Snow Maiden, blushing, immersed herself in the water, hooking Zhongli Yizhen into the water with her jade-like foot. The two women laughed and played, splashing and darting in the water, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

...

On a mountain path on the north peak of Tulou Mountain, two old women walked. Both old women were very tall, with physiques as strong as men. They had high noses and wide mouths, lacking any feminine charm. Their two old faces were like dried orange peels, extremely ugly. It was

obvious at a glance that they were from a foreign race.

The two old women belonged to the Gaoyue and Guzang tribes respectively, but their identities were servants of the Luofu Demon King. One was called Yue Nu, and the other was called Zang Nu.

"Master will not just be scattered in spirit, I firmly believe it," Yue Nu said.

"I also firmly believe it... But, we have only found the seventeen broken jade rings, but we still haven't been able to find where Master's primordial spirit is hidden?"

"How can we find where Master's spirit is hidden? With Master's seven hundred years of cultivation, if he hides it so that no one can find it, naturally no one can know." "As the Tibetan slave spoke, he cautiously scanned his surroundings for any sounds.

"The Kunlun people have been watching us. Should we contact someone?" The Yue slave frowned, his face contorted with worry.

"This place has become Li Benfeng's territory. If the Kunlun people make a move here, Li Benfeng's wives and that infatuated Fu Nie Demon King will definitely not stand idly by. We should just investigate our master's hiding place." Zang Nu suddenly sensed someone approaching.

"The people of the Dizang Sect are truly courting death." Zang Nu sneered.

Just behind the two old women, in the snow maple forest four hundred paces away, there were five figures—three in black and two in white. The two white figures were clearly women, their white robes fluttering, deliberately revealing their hiding place. The three black figures remained hidden between two boulders, their expressions solemn.

The five were clearly not interested in Yue Nu and Zang Nu.

"Kunlun Jin Yueju!" Yue Nu exclaimed.

"The demons of the Dizang Sect, show yourselves!" Jin Yueju returned.

With the supreme authority of the Daoist sect, Jin Yueju was strictly adhering to the rules of the Kunlun Sect in his quest to subdue demons. If he truly toiled tirelessly for the Daoist community every day, Kunlun would indeed have unimpeded authority. His return was a result of realizing that his master, Shi Taijue's, advice to "return to Kunlun" was misguided.

Shi Taijue was in seclusion on Tianlian Peak awaiting his tribulation and wouldn't be giving guidance to his disciples at such a time. Moreover, Jin Yueju, at the peak of the Earth Immortal realm, had already decided what he would do and not do two hundred years ago entirely by his own heart.

He had been tricked.

Not entirely tricked, but limited by his cultivation, his mind clouded by ignorance, and his understanding flawed; he had simply been used.

In his uncontrollable rage, Jin Yueju discovered Yue Nu and Zang Nu, and then found five Yin cultivators from the Dizang Sect on the North Peak of Tulou Mountain. The Yin cultivators of the Dizang Sect had brought this trouble upon themselves. Five yin men and yin women, seized by a sudden impulse, wanted to see how the two Golden Immortals of Shu Mountain would make things difficult for the Earth Immortal disciples of Kunlun, and also wanted to take the opportunity to plunder some easy gains at Mudfire Ridge.

...

Benfeng's sea of consciousness detected information about Jin Yueju, who had returned. While Benfeng and Lady Black Lotus were engaged in intimate acts, Fairy Funie transmitted a warning: "I unintentionally teased Jin Yueju, but I didn't expect him to wake up so quickly. He's coming back to wreak havoc on Tulou Mountain. I'm so worried. If he gets really angry and grinds my husband to dust... I'll be eaten by my husband's wives... I'm really, really worried." Fairy Funie

, feigning the voice of a Golden Immortal, bewitched Jin Yueju, who was at the peak of the Earth Immortal stage. Even Benfeng believed it, genuinely thinking that Shi Taijue was speaking to enlighten his disciples. The Demon King Fu Nie, at the Nascent Soul stage, could certainly toy with Jin Yueju, a mere Earth Immortal. If the Demon King Fu Nie successfully transcended his tribulation, he would break free of the Demon King's seal and become a Demon God—but the Fairy Fu Nie cultivated the Immortal Path, not following the Demon King's path to godhood through tribulation. This was why Jin Yueju, at the peak of the Earth Immortal stage, was easily misled and unable to distinguish truth from falsehood.

...Demons are also a path, an innate path. Yin cultivation, ghost cultivation, martial cultivation, demonic cultivation, Daoist cultivation, and Buddhist cultivation do not have so many restrictions. However, true cultivators, if they cannot guard their original heart and cannot concentrate, even with extraordinary talent, will only endure several cycles of life and death under the heavy tribulations of heavenly lightning, spanning hundreds of years, still unable to escape the cycle of reincarnation. For

Jin Yueju, at the peak of the Earth Immortal stage, transcending tribulation to achieve the immortal body of a Golden Immortal was undoubtedly his goal.

However, he faced an insurmountable mental barrier.

"Tulou Mountain, a place for Yin cultivation, yet you, Li Benfeng, act like a bandit king, seizing territory. With such greed, how can you possibly glimpse the mysteries of the Heavenly Realm, how can you expect the righteous cultivators of the world to look upon you with respect?" Jin Yueju disregarded Yue Nu, Zang Nu, and the five Yin cultivators, shouting loudly before leaping over the North Peak and landing on a giant rock on the Central Peak, standing majestically.

Benfeng dressed in his elegant room.

He walked out of the private room, quite annoyed, yawned, and glanced at Jin Yueju standing on the boulder. "Senior Jin, let's mind our own business. You have the dazzling halo of Kunlun above your head. If you want to exterminate demons, go ahead and do it. I, Li Benfeng, am just a lowly man who whips oxen and plows fields. My wives need to eat and drink, and I need money in my hands. Whether I become a mountain king or seize power by force, it's none of your business. If you have the guts, go to Mount Moro. There are ten demon kings on that mountain. What do you care?" "Go and wipe them out, preferably all of them... You came back like a madman, taking advantage of me and my little black dog being so weak and limp, to provoke me. Aren't you just picking on the weak? And what if you don't manage to pick on me properly, and you lose what you're holding? How will you face returning to Kunlun... If you can't return to Kunlun, won't you become some kind of lost dog?"

Benfeng, still half-asleep, rambled on impatiently to Jin Yueju.

Jin Yueju was naturally furious.

"Li Benfeng, do you remember what I said?" Jin Yueju summoned the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable. "Today I will set the record straight. You were never a righteous disciple. You are a scumbag whom every Daoist in the world should kill. Even if you have the protection of Mount Shu, I will never let you go! I'm giving you a chance to speak, to make you die willingly."

"Anything else is nonsense. The only thing I want to do is not die, and especially, absolutely not let a Kunlun senior with a three-corpse god's rage take my life. What will the Daoist world say? That Kunlun seniors are all worthless, that they take a soft persimmon and insist on killing it? That will ruin Kunlun's reputation."

Benfeng continued to add fuel to the fire. But he dared not be careless. He formed the Immovable Fundamental Seal with his hands, his mind returned to stillness, and his entire body and mind entered the profound state of the Three Unity.

Chapter 123 Three Hundred Saintesses, Demon King's Law [Thirty-Nine]

Jin Yueju activated his Chaotic Thunder Sound Technique. The Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable flew out, and instantly, the north peak of Tulou Mountain was flashed with bolts of lightning. The thick clouds swirling in the mountains were torn into scattered clouds by the deafening Chaotic Thunder Sound.

A white light flashed, and Jin Yueju's Taiyi Chaotic Sword pulsed, enveloping Benfeng.

Benfeng's consciousness returned to stillness, guarding the Immovable Fundamental Seal. As soon as Jin Yueju activated his technique, he summoned the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable and the Taiyi Chaotic Sword, clearly intending to destroy Benfeng's soul and spirit in one strike.

He was furious, furious beyond measure.

"Senior Jin, why are you doing this? You should know that this time, you have both magic weapons and your famous flying sword. If you can't defeat me, you'll have nowhere to retreat... Kunlun has always been all talk and no action. With just a word, all the Daoist sects in the world have to obediently submit to Kunlun..."

Benfeng was still able to speak even under the oppressive force of Jin Yueju's magic weapons and flying sword.

"This kid is really at the Nascent Soul stage? This... how is that possible?" Jin Yueju's consciousness fluctuated.

A voice, like an imprint, was injected into Jin Yueju's consciousness: If you can't see through your opponent's true form and cultivation, you will have no chance of survival. You will only be reborn. Originally, meeting the disciple of the Zhexing Pavilion of Yingshui Continent was your good fortune, your opportunity, but you just... gave up, gave up. The world is so vast, there is no place for you... What a pity, the disciples of Kunlun are so stupid!

As Jin Yueju hesitated and felt frustrated, Benfeng's Heavenly Lotus Sword broke through the protective array of Jinque Leiyin Zun. The swirling water dispelled the clouds woven with thunderous sounds, and the vast, clear sky once again revealed its starry expanse.

Benfeng finally let out a long breath. The pressure from the peak Earth Immortal's array was like an entire earthen mountain pressing down on him; layers of chaotic thunderous sounds penetrated, causing a tightness in his chest and making his body feel like it was about to explode. Unable to withstand it, his primordial spirit drifted to the other shore, while his natal lotus infant, unaffected by the pressure, unleashed his natal Heavenly Lotus Sword.

Perhaps this was the level of cultivation of a Divine King at the Nascent Soul stage—able to disregard the physical body and split it into three. Benfeng understood the mystery, and even while provoking Jin Yueju, he was still able to break through Jinque Leiyin Zun's array with his natal Heavenly Lotus Sword.

If the defenses of the Taiyi Chaos Sword could be broken, Jin Yueju would only be able to perish from his soul.

This would be extremely difficult.

Jin Yueju's over five hundred years of cultivation of the Chaos Heart Sutra is utterly insurmountable to Benfeng's current level of cultivation. Benfeng doesn't, like those in the Daoist sect, diligently cultivate and refine their inner core daily. Instead, he uses the Lotus Canon taught by Senior Sister Tianqin, channeling his intention outwards and integrating it into his inner self. Through several near-death experiences, he comprehended his innate Water-Leaving Heavenly Lotus Sword. As for the essence of Yang he condenses in his heart, it arises naturally, unlike Jin Yueju who has accumulated five hundred years of cultivation, gathering primordial essence. His accumulated innate essence, cultivated through focused concentration, is effortless and spontaneous. The moment an opponent moves, his protective essence condenses into an indestructible life-saving shield.

Killing Jin Yueju is absolutely impossible. This old fellow, once he achieves unified consciousness, will have to consider his own situation. In his shock, anger, and hesitation, Jin Yueju disregarded Jinque Leiyin Zun, coldly snorted, and retracted the Taiyi Chaos Sword above his head, its body shimmering with clear, white sword light.

He adopted a defensive stance for self-preservation. The sword light of a peak Earth Immortal was already close to the unadorned, lightless natal sword essence of a Golden Immortal. But close was only close; if one's mind was hindered, even spending another three to five hundred years would yield little progress, or even regress. To avoid the danger of his soul being destroyed, Jin Yueju retreated to a defensive posture, unaware of both himself and his enemy, thus losing a golden opportunity for advancement.

"Li Benfeng, don't play tricks. Don't try to escape with a few words like last time." Jin Yueju's words immediately revealed his inferiority.

"Senior Jin, life or death, only a fight will tell. In a one-on-one battle, how could my pathetic tricks, so easily defeated, possibly withstand your superior magic weapon and the Taiyi Chaos Sword, which strikes fear into the hearts of evil sects? However, I know that even if I am utterly defeated, I, Li Benfeng, will not kneel and beg for life. This is exchanging death for life. Senior Jin, how about we exchange our lives?" Benfeng

knew it was hopeless, but he didn't want to let go of such a rare opportunity for training.

"Since you know this, why don't you surrender! Aren't you afraid that the entire Kunlun will regard you as their mortal enemy!" Jin Yueju suddenly saw that Benfeng's Heavenly Lotus Sword had actually penetrated the pressure of Jinque Leiyin Zun and was approaching his body.

The Heavenly Lotus Sword was only three hundred steps away from Jin Yueju's body. The Heavenly Lotus Sword was without light or brilliance, its blade merely surrounded by a ring of water.

Jin Yueju was utterly astonished.

"Let's part amicably. Senior Jin's five hundred years of cultivation, if it were to be wasted by a scoundrel like me risking my life, even if it didn't result in a soul-destroying annihilation, it would still be a waste of those hard-earned hundreds of years of cultivation. That would be a terrible deal." Benfeng grinned harmlessly at Jin Yueju, his Li Shui Tian Lian Sword closing in once more.

"You, so treacherous, so shameless! If I don't destroy you this time, I will have failed the name of Kunlun." Jin Yueju's sword aura surged, crashing into Benfeng's Li Shui Tian Lian Sword with a deafening boom.

"Senior has been tricked." Benfeng suddenly released the essence of the Golden Turtle King.

Two streams of Xuanbing Snail Algae surged several feet in size, and in an instant, an eerie blue light flashed from within—the Luofu Demon King's natal magic weapon, the Xuan Yin Bi Xuan Pearl.

"You actually refined the Luo Fu Demon King's natal Xuan Yin Demon Core!" The moment Jin Yueju uttered those words, he already harbored thoughts of retreat.

"Jin Yueju, you fool!" The Luo Fu Demon King, clad in white robes, stood gracefully before Jin Yueju, surrounded by dozens of blue-tinged vines.

It was unmistakably the true form of the Luo Fu Demon King!

"How is this possible? How could the Luo Fu Demon King escape the combined encirclement of two Golden Immortals from Mount Shu?" Jin Yueju shook his head in utter disbelief and agony, summoning the Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable, releasing a hundred protective thunderous essences that wove together into a five-zhang-high thunderous essence array shaped like a golden bell. Thunderous sounds exploded, white light intertwined, and Jin Yueju's figure vanished.

Fear gripped his heart, he feared for his life, and his mind was hindered. This was the mountain-climbing tower that Jin Yueju had been unable to pass through the tribulation of lightning to achieve the Great Ascension stage.

"Trying to escape! Hmph, you're even more stupid than stupid. Do you think you can escape from my grasp?" The Luofu Demon King lightly extended her jade arm, and seventeen jade rings shattered Jin Yueju's Golden Bell Thunder Yuan Formation.

Ben Feng's Li Shui Tian Lian Sword followed closely, penetrating the formation and striking Jin Yueju, who stood within it.

Jin Yueju secretly groaned: the Luofu Demon King alone was already a headache, and now a Daoist freak with cultivation reaching the Nascent Soul stage had seized the opportunity to infiltrate. How could these two coordinate so perfectly?

The seventeen azure jade rings entangled Jin Yueju's Taiyi Chaos Sword. The Luofu Demon King's natal magic weapon, the Xuan Yin Bi Yan Pearl, transformed from tangible to intangible, permeating the seventeen azure jade rings, rapidly absorbing the chaotic essence that Jin Yueju had placed on the Taiyi Chaos Sword. The Azure Jade Ring was crafted from floating green jade from the Floating Yin Valley of Mount Luofu, and combined with the condensed demonic essence of the Profound Yin Azure Flame Pearl. Even with the Taiyi Chaos Sword protected by ancient primordial energy, it still couldn't withstand the terrifying devouring power of the two magical treasures.

Jin Yueju knew that if he wasted a few more moments, he would be slaughtered at will. He roared and chanted the Taiyi True Mantra, his consciousness splitting into three. His true body broke free from the formation, while the other two illusory consciousnesses each wielded a illusory Taiyi Chaos Sword, barely managing to withstand the two magical treasures of the Luofu Demon King.

"Senior Jin, you are indeed extraordinary. I, Li Benfeng, dare not directly confront your true body. I'll use a trick and take Senior Jin's Golden Palace Thunder Sound Venerable first." Benfeng's Li Shui Tian Lian Sword circled and flew, directly slashing at the protective magical treasure placed at Jin Yueju's feet.

"Hmph!" Jin Yueju flicked his fingers, releasing five streams of primordial energy that struck the Li Shui Tian Lian Sword. Ben Feng's Li Shui Tian Lian Sword, however, flew around it, striking heavily towards Jin Yueju's true form.

Ten Directions Demon Seal!

Ben Feng no longer harbored any playful or opportunistic thoughts. He released a Vajra Wheel Seal and then condensed a Vajra Yaksha King from his natal lotus infant. The majestic Yaksha King appeared in the sky. Ten Directions, Demonic Shadows Manifest. As the Vajra Yaksha King's giant hand swung down, Jin Yueju was surrounded by countless wrathful Yakshas.

Boom! Boom! The two Taiyi Chaos Swords that Jin Yueju had conjured with his consciousness shattered. The scattered essence was instantly absorbed by the seventeen blue-glowing rings.

In an extremely disadvantageous situation, Jin Yueju's consciousness merged, and his true form condensed and flew into the Taiyi Chaos Sword.

He was fighting for his life. If Jin Yueju could escape this battle, he could remove the shackles of his mental block, undergo the tribulation of lightning, and ascend to the Great Ascension stage, reaching the Golden Immortal realm.

Unfortunately, Benfeng possessed another magical treasure that grew stronger with each challenge—the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls. This treasure excelled at absorbing essence and refining primordial spirit. Benfeng had not yet been able to control the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls with perfect concentration; in extremely fierce battles, it was the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls that activated with their own spiritual power, achieving unexpected results.

The eerie black and white spiritual eyes of the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls flickered incessantly, clearly activated by Jin Yueju's condensed true form. Amidst the violent fluctuations, a green light penetrated into the Taiyi Chaos Sword.

The sword's world of Taiyi Hunyuan. The primordial spirit of Jin Yueju, following the green aura emanating from the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls, expanded like an observer, watching intently as Jin Yueju's true form battled the Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls. Within the sword world of the Taiyi Chaos Sword, shimmering primordial energy flickered everywhere. The Black Lotus Male and Female Pearls themselves were actually eight-armed spirit beings with a clear, translucent body. Before Jin Yueju's sword light could even pierce the eight-armed spirit being, it was grasped and condensed into a ball of white light.

Eight balls of white light exploded like snowballs on Jin Yueju's true form.

More than a dozen hollow holes instantly appeared on Jin Yueju's body—bloodless holes, more terrifying than those bursting with fresh blood.

Whoosh! Unable to endure it any longer, Jin Yueju flew out of the sword. Benfeng's Heavenly Lotus Sword barely struck Jin Yueju's body before the Demon King of Luofu's Profound Yin Azure Flame Pearl pierced through.

Jin Yueju's body was sent flying!

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