Chapter 8: Mother's Wrath, Old Hao's True Might (18+)Read this novel at patreon.com/FallenHead
Mother's Wrath, Old Hao's True Might
"I respect my elder brother, so for his sake, Sword Immortal Lin, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."
His voice was not loud, but it was as chilling as a cold wind, sending a shiver to the heart.
I was startled, afraid my mother would impulsively get involved in this conflict, and hurriedly sent her a message in my mind: "Mom, come back quickly."
Ye Wuhen strode forward, each step steady and oppressive, moving toward Zhao Lingxi.
Daoist Qingxuan immediately stepped forward without hesitation, shielding Zhao Lingxi behind him. His long sword was already drawn, pointed at Ye Wuhen as he shouted, "Don't you dare harm my disciple!" With that, he flicked his sword, creating a flourish before striking first. The sword moved like a dragon, stabbing straight at Ye Wuhen.
Ye Wuhen raised an eyebrow, his figure flickering as he easily dodged the fierce attack, then counterattacked swiftly.
Ye Wuhen's movements were agile, dodging like a phantom, and he struck with a palm, the force howling, making the air tremble.
Daoist Qingxuan fought desperately, but Ye Wuhen's power was overwhelming. After only a few moves, Qingxuan was struck in the chest, flying like a broken kite into the corner, crashing into the tables and chairs with a bang. His sword fell from his hand, and clutching his chest, he gasped for breath, unable to fight further he could only watch Ye Wuhen with eyes full of unwillingness and helplessness.
This world is truly terrifying. Even as a Golden Core cultivator, I was completely suppressed, unable to move, forced to watch as what I considered a true expert, Daoist Qingxuan, was defeated by Ye Wuhen in just a few moves.
What realm is this? Divine Transformation? Dao Comprehension?
Even more frightening, if I used my full strength, I could destroy the entire inn, yet their battle, confined to the small space of the inn, only broke a few tables and chairs. In that moment, so many thoughts flashed through my mind. My mother stood in front of me, protecting me, facing Ye Wuhen. Ye Wuhen slowly approached Zhao Lingxi. "Heh, where do you think you can run?"
Zhao Lingxi's body trembled, tears streaming down her face as she shook her head, her expression heartbreaking. "No... don't... please... don't come any closer..." Her voice was choked with sobs. Suddenly, there was a ripping sound as her blue-green Daoist robe was torn, exposing her fair skin to the air.
Her chest was half-exposed, two snowy, plump breasts rising and falling with her breath. "Do you think wearing this robe makes you pure? Have you forgotten the past?" he sneered, roughly pressing Zhao Lingxi onto the table, grabbing her full breasts and kneading them wantonly.
"Mm... no... let me go..." Zhao Lingxi struggled, twisting her body to escape, but it was useless.
Her full breasts were squeezed and deformed in his hands, the tips occasionally exposed, the two small pink nipples growing even harder from the stimulation.
"See? Aren't you enjoying it?"
Ye Wuhen mocked, his other hand reaching between her legs.
I watched as this young Daoist nun I'd just met was humiliated before my eyes. This world truly is the law of the jungle, and I felt my own weakness. But then, unexpectedly, my mother stepped in front of me, shouting, "Stop!"
Ye Wuhen said,
"Sword Immortal Lin, don't meddle. Don't think that just because my brother likes you, I won't touch you."
With that, he suddenly flipped Zhao Lingxi over, lifted her robe, pulled down her underwear, exposing her round, white buttocks, and slapped them. On her buttock, I clearly saw a tattoo that read "Wen."
"Let me tell you, she's my plaything this is a family matter, understand?"
Mother's face flushed at the scene, but she still said, "You're... forcing her... you're forcing her."
Ye Wuhen let go of Zhao Lingxi, who collapsed to the floor, covering her chest with one hand, trying to pull up her underwear with the other, her body trembling, face streaked with tears her pitiful appearance was heart-wrenching.
Mother watched Ye Wuhen approach her, panic rising in her heart. As a modern woman's soul, she couldn't just stand by and watch Zhao Lingxi suffer, but Ye Wuhen's display of power made her hesitant.
At that moment, inspiration flashed in Mother's mind. She tried to recall the sword techniques I had taught her "Azure Glow," "Azure Edge"... She summoned her courage and swung her arms with all her might.
In an instant, ten white sword energies howled forth.
Ye Wuhen's face was full of mockery; in his eyes, those ten sword energies were slow and weak, not worth his attention.
But just as he dismissed them, the ten sword energies suddenly vanished.
Immediately, blood began to seep from his white robe. His face turned pale, eyes filled with shock and disbelief, his body swaying as he barely managed to stand.
"How is this possible? I'm at the Dao Comprehension Realm how could I be wounded by a mere Nascent Soul?"
Ye Wuhen roared in disbelief, his voice trembling with anger and pain, his gaze fixed on Mother as if to see through her.
I hadn't expected Mother to injure Ye Wuhen, but what surprised me even more was that the previously inconspicuous Old Hao now slowly stood up.
He straightened his back, and his once ordinary figure now radiated an invisible pressure.
Old Hao turned to Ye Wuhen and said calmly, "You're interrupting my drinking."
Ye Wuhen's heart skipped a beat; he instantly realized that it couldn't have been Sword Immortal Lin who injured him, but this seemingly unremarkable coachman before him.
He scrutinized Old Hao, but found that the man was like a bottomless, dark spring impossible to see through. Even just meeting his gaze, Ye Wuhen felt an invisible pressure, something he'd only felt before from his second uncle.
"Who are you?" Ye Wuhen asked, suppressing his unease.
"Me? Just a good person." Old Hao's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile.
After a brief standoff, sweat beaded on Ye Wuhen's forehead. He slowly bowed his head, his body bending as he performed a formal bow.
"Senior, I was rash. Please forgive my offense."
His voice trembled, all arrogance gone.
Truly able to bend and yield, Ye Wuhen slowly retreated. Old Hao said, "If you hit someone, you should leave something behind."
Old Hao reached out and, with a motion in the air, took the jade pendant from Ye Wuhen's waist. Ye Wuhen was shocked, but dared not resist.
Ye Wuhen's lips trembled, but he could only endure, saying softly,
"Senior, this jade pendant... please accept it. I only hope you'll be merciful and forgive my rashness."
Old Hao toyed with the jade pendant, not even glancing at Ye Wuhen, just nodding slightly to indicate he could leave.
Ye Wuhen left. As his figure disappeared, the force that had bound me vanished as well. I could finally move. Only then did I realize my back was drenched in sweat, the cold sweat clinging to my clothes, a testament to the harrowing scene just now.
"Damn, this world is terrifying," I muttered under my breath.
Mother hugged the still-trembling Zhao Lingxi, then turned to me and said softly, "Go get some clothes."
"Oh, oh." I nodded quickly, hurrying to the carriage. After searching for a while, I found a suitable outfit, clutched it tightly, and rushed back to the inn to hand it to Mother.
Then I walked up to Old Hao, full of respect and gratitude, and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, Senior, for your help..."
Before I could finish, Old Hao waved his hand and said,
"Don't forget to pay for the wine."
...
That night.
After the earlier ordeal, everyone was exhausted. Mother took the frightened Zhao Lingxi to one room, while I stayed with Old Hao and the seriously injured Qingxuan Daoist in another.
Old Hao checked and said that although Qingxuan was badly hurt, his life was not in danger he just needed rest to recover.
Because the upcoming cultivator tournament was so important to all the sects, Qingxuan naturally refused to give up. Our carriage was just big enough, so he traveled with us.
On the carriage, I sat beside Old Hao not by choice, but by Mother's arrangement.
On one hand, Qingxuan could only lie down, making space tight; on the other, since Mother realized Old Hao was a hidden master, she couldn't let him keep acting as the coachman.
So I was sent out to learn to drive the carriage with Old Hao.
With more people, the journey was no longer so lonely; there was a bit of lively atmosphere.
Mother was no longer lonely either. Zhao Lingxi was deeply grateful for Mother's rescue, and although Mother was known as the "World's Number One Beautiful Sword Immortal," she was still a modern woman and didn't care about old customs. After a few days together in the carriage, the two became as close as sisters, often laughing together and bringing warmth and joy to the long journey.
"There's a spiritual spring not far ahead. Let's stop there to rest the water is special and will help Qingxuan recover," Old Hao suggested.
Over these days, I learned that Daoist Qingxuan was also a Nascent Soul expert. Thinking back, he had bravely fought the Dao Comprehension realm Ye Wuhen to protect his disciple such courage and resolve was truly admirable.
Since we had time, Old Hao suggested visiting the spring so Qingxuan could heal faster.
"Can we bathe at the spring?" Mother asked hopefully.
Since leaving the sect, it had been days without a proper bath. The discomfort was growing, and her longing for a good soak was building.
"Of course," Old Hao replied. "This spring is a hot spring, good for healing, relaxing, and restoring energy a perfect place to rest."
At his words, the two women in the carriage cheered. Old Hao and I exchanged a smile women always love cleanliness.
But then I remembered something and sent a mental message to Mother, "Mom, you didn't forget... that thing, did you?"
After all, the green jade dildo was still inside her.
"Oh, I got so excited about bathing I forgot about it."
It seemed Mother was getting used to it...
"No worries, that girl has her secrets too. Even if she finds out, it's no big deal."
It looked like the two really had become close friends.
"Alright, I'll listen to you, Mom."
"You little rascal, what are you thinking?"
"I... I'm not thinking anything."
"Hmph, you came out of my belly. You've been acting strange these days."
She was right. Lately, I kept thinking of Zhao Lingxi's pitiful, bullied look and the tattoo on her white, round buttocks. That torn robe, the exposed white skin, the pink nipples the contrast haunted my mind, even appearing in my dreams.
"Have you fallen for that Zhao girl?"
I nearly fell out of the carriage at Mother's words. Old Hao beside me asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just lost my balance."
I quickly replied to Mother, "No, don't say that."
"Hmph, fine if you don't like her. I think the girl's nice, and the way she looks at you is interesting."
"What do you mean, interesting?"
"Silly boy, you don't notice your own looks. You've changed a lot lately. You were already handsome, and now with your cultivation, you look even more refined like a little fresh meat, as they say."
Hearing Mother's words, I couldn't help but smile. Men like compliments just as much as women.
Old Hao sat steadily up front, flicking the reins as the carriage rolled along a secluded path.
After about half an hour, a small courtyard like a hidden paradise appeared before us.
The courtyard wasn't large, but the two-story building inside was striking.
At the gate stood two burly men in matching uniforms, watching us warily. As we got off the carriage and approached, one of them stretched out a thick arm:
"This place isn't open to outsiders. No loitering!"
I was about to answer, but Old Hao calmly took out a jade pendant the one he'd taken from Lin Wuhen.
The guards' eyes were immediately drawn to the pendant. Their stern faces melted into fawning smiles, and they bowed deeply, saying:
"Forgive us, Elder, we didn't recognize you. We deserve to die."
"Alright, take us in. We want to soak in the spring," Old Hao said flatly.
"Yes, sir."
On the way, Old Hao explained to me that this place belonged to the Longevity Sect. "Only the elite or those who've made great contributions can use this spring."
"So Lin Wuhen is from the Longevity Sect?"
No wonder he was so powerful. "He's the second son of the sect master," Old Hao replied.
Then... why are we coming here? Wait that day, Lin Wuhen said his elder brother liked my mother. His elder brother is the sect master's first son?
Hearing this was Longevity Sect property, Zhao Lingxi grew nervous, clinging to Mother's arm.
Her face turned pale, eyes full of unease and fear.
Mother gently patted her back, whispering, "Don't be afraid, Old Hao is here."
Led by the attendant, we entered the courtyard, passed through the building, and followed a winding corridor.
The wooden floor creaked softly underfoot, blending with the tranquil atmosphere.
Passing through a moon gate, the view opened up to an open-air hot spring. Steam rose from the water, sparkling in the sunlight, and the stones around the pool were polished smooth.
The attendant bowed to Old Hao: "Elder, the men's spring is this way; the ladies may follow us to the women's area."
A maid led Zhao Lingxi and Mother toward the spring behind a screen of flowers.
Zhao Lingxi looked back anxiously, clutching Mother's sleeve.
Old Hao reassured her, "Don't worry, this place is safe. No one else can get in. Enjoy the spring's nourishment."
The air was filled with warm steam and a faint medicinal scent. Old Hao explained:
"That's the Longevity Sect's special hot spring formula. It's said to strengthen the body and clear the meridians."
The three of us slowly undressed and entered the warm spring. The water enveloped us instantly, like gentle hands soothing every inch of tired skin.
"Here, you absorb spiritual energy faster than outside. Try irrigating your core again," Old Hao said through the mist.
I sat in the spring as instructed, closed my eyes, and began my practice.
Immediately, the spiritual energy around me surged in, streaming through my pores.
I don't know how long it took, but eventually I felt "full" again.
I looked inward at my core, now like a child. I reached out and merged with it. As my spiritual power drained, the core visibly grew. Just as its growth slowed and I thought the process was ending, a surge of powerful energy appeared.
It was the green energy from the ring what was happening?
All my focus was on controlling my consciousness and the core, unable to attend to anything else.
But the green energy surged in like a river, continuously pouring in.
The "child" core in my body grew like a balloon under the energy, until it became just like me now. Then it opened its eyes and smiled at me. The suddenness startled me at first.
But then, a wonderful feeling rose in my heart, as if an invisible bridge had formed between us, a strange connection of "he is me, I am him."
The core had gained a spirit this was the Spirit Embodiment Realm.
Chapter 9: Ye Wuhen and Zhao Lingxi (18+)Read this novel at patreon.com/FallenHead
Ye Wuhen and Zhao Lingxi
"Second Uncle, you summoned me."
Ye Wuhen walked into the room with somewhat restrained steps, his youthful face bearing a pair of spirited eyes filled with reverence as he looked toward the stern, one-armed man before him.
The man stood upright like a proud pine tree, his entire being radiating the imposing aura of one who had long held high position. His empty sleeve swayed gently in the wind, silently telling of past vicissitudes. He was none other than the high-ranking, second-only-to-one figure in the Longevity Sect. In Ye Wuhen's heart, apart from his father who had been in seclusion for so long, Second Uncle was the most remarkable presence in the sect.
Recalling the past, since Ye Wuhen's childhood, his father, the sect master, had resolutely entered death seclusion, and since then father and son had never met again. Through the long years, all matters great and small of the Longevity Sect, every affair from top to bottom, had fallen upon Second Uncle's shoulders. He devoted all his energy to managing the sect's operations.
"Wuhen, sit."
Second Uncle slightly raised his eyes, shifting his gaze from the scroll in his hands. Though his expression remained stern, his tone carried the unique warmth of an elder as he gestured for Ye Wuhen to take a seat.
"Oh, alright."
Ye Wuhen hurriedly responded, carefully settling into a chair nearby. He placed his hands properly on his knees, straightened his back, appearing both obedient and nervous.
"How have you been getting along with the Thirteenth Princess these days?"
Second Uncle set down the scroll, his gaze sharp as a torch, fixed intently on Ye Wuhen, as if trying to discern every subtle change of emotion on his face.
"It's... it's been alright."
Ye Wuhen's cheeks instantly flushed red, his head slightly lowered.
"I called you here today because there are some things I need to tell you."
Second Uncle straightened in his seat, his expression growing grave, his brow slightly furrowed, a trace of complexity flashing in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Ye Wuhen quickly straightened his posture, clenching his hands into fists, his expression solemn. He stared unblinkingly at Second Uncle, not daring to breathe, quietly waiting for what would follow.
"Your elder brother left the mountain gate because of that woman and has been missing for years. Your father has been in seclusion for so long, who knows when he'll emerge. Second Uncle is getting old, and the sect will need you in the future."
As Second Uncle spoke, his gaze turned toward the distance, as if piercing through time to see the days when brothers stood shoulder to shoulder and the sect flourished. Now everything had changed, and his tone was filled with the sighs of vicissitude.
"Second Uncle, I want to help too, but my aptitude is limited. Even now I'm only at the Golden Core realm. I truly bring shame to our ancestors."
Ye Wuhen's face was full of dejection, his head deeply bowed, shoulders slightly trembling. His heart was filled with self-reproach for his own inadequacy, and his eyes began to redden.
"Sigh, everyone has their fate, there's nothing to be done about it. If Second Uncle leaves one day, you'll still have to shoulder this Longevity Sect. Now there's a choice - here's a cultivation technique, but this technique..."
Second Uncle paused here, his expression becoming extremely complex, his eyes full of inner struggle and reluctance. He slowly drew from his sleeve an ancient, simple manual. The cover was old and mottled, faintly emanating an eerie glow, completely different from the righteous aura of ordinary cultivation texts.
"This technique is not from any orthodox school. To be honest with you, it's a demonic art."
Upon hearing this, Ye Wuhen's body jerked violently, his eyes widening:
"Demonic art? Second Uncle, this... how can it be practiced?"
Second Uncle let out a long sigh, his face full of bitterness as he gently placed the manual on the table, saying helplessly:
"How could Second Uncle not know its harm? After practicing it, one becomes emotionally unstable, their temperament completely changed. Those who were once gentle become violent tyrants, the kind-hearted become cunning and vicious, and worse still, some sink into lust, wantonly ravaging women, completely losing all moral boundaries. But now, the Longevity Sect is surrounded by powerful enemies. The sect's elite were decimated by that incident, masters are few, your elder brother is missing, and your father remains in death seclusion with no sign of emergence. With your current Golden Core cultivation, it's truly difficult to shoulder the sect's burden."
Ye Wuhen furrowed his brow, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His gaze moved back and forth between Second Uncle's face and the manual, his heart full of struggle. His hands unconsciously clenched and relaxed as he spoke in a trembling voice:
"Second Uncle, if I practice this art, even if I gain some strength, wouldn't losing my true heart make me a disaster to the sect? How would this be different from those evil demons? When the time comes, forget protecting the Longevity Sect - I might destroy it with my own hands."
Second Uncle rose and slowly paced, his expression both grave and anxious:
"Second Uncle doesn't want you to take this risk either, but circumstances force our hand! I obtained this technique by chance years ago from a mysterious ruin. After studying it in secret all these years, I've discovered that while it has these evil effects, if during the initial cultivation period it's balanced with our sect's righteous mental techniques, we might be able to delay and reduce that temperamental corruption. As long as we break through the crucial realm before completely losing control and find a way to resolve it, perhaps we can escape its curse while retaining the power increase to protect our Longevity Sect."
Ye Wuhen bit his lower lip until it turned white, hesitating for a long time before slowly reaching out. The moment his fingertips touched the manual, that eerie aura climbed up his arm, causing a chill to rise in his heart, yet he still forced himself to remain calm:
"Second Uncle, if that's the case, I'm willing to risk it! The Longevity Sect is the foundation of our Ye family, the heart and soul of father and elder brother. I cannot stand by and watch it decline. However, this path will surely be filled with countless hardships and obstacles. I hope Second Uncle will guide me frequently, so I don't stray too far."
Second Uncle nodded heavily, patting Ye Wuhen's shoulder as he said in a deep voice:
"Good child, you have this sense of responsibility, and Second Uncle is gratified. From now on in your cultivation, you must constantly be vigilant of yourself, use our sect's righteous mental techniques to guide your meridians and suppress the evil nature. Once you sense anything wrong, stop immediately."
Ye Wuhen clutched the demonic art manual, his steps hurried yet slightly unsteady as he left the room. The door slowly closed behind him.
After Ye Wuhen's footsteps completely faded at the end of the corridor, the atmosphere in the room became oppressively gloomy.
A young man who had been standing silently in the shadows now slowly stepped forward. He was tall and upright with a stern countenance, his eyes beneath sword-like brows flickering with complex light. This was Ye Canglang's son - Ye Linfeng.
He walked straight to Ye Canglang, bowing slightly, his tone feigning urgency and worry as he spoke:
"Father, will Wuhen really... practice that demonic art?"
Though he asked this, there seemed to be a fleeting smile at the corner of his mouth, too quick to catch.
Ye Canglang turned around, his expression still stern, but his gaze toward his son carried a trace of satisfaction and indulgence. He raised his hand to stroke his beard, unhurriedly walking to the table, picking up a cup of tea and taking a light sip before slowly speaking:
"Hmph, that technique has no way back. Once you step onto that path, there's no return."
His voice became low and deep, carrying the certainty of one who sees through everything, a flash of cruelty in his eyes. "This Longevity Sect has been controlled tightly by his lineage for years. Even though my elder brother has entered death seclusion, Ye Wuhen is mediocre in talent, but we can't guarantee there won't be variables later. With this demonic art, it's like a deeply buried mine that will eventually blow him to pieces."
Upon hearing this, Ye Linfeng couldn't help but smile, but quickly restrained his expression, putting on a pained appearance as he hypocritically sighed:
"Father, though this is so, Wuhen is ultimately innocent. Using him like this, isn't it..."
Before he could finish, Ye Canglang saw through him, coldly snorting in interruption:
"Hmph, innocent? In this martial world, in these sect struggles, when has innocence ever mattered? If we don't do this, when will our Ye family branch have a chance to rise? How else can we righteously claim the sect master's position and control the great power of this Longevity Sect?"
Though scolded, Ye Linfeng wasn't annoyed. Instead, he smiled obsequiously, fawning as he replied:
"Father speaks truly, your child has learned. But what if he finds a way to break the demonic art, or if uncle..."
Ye Canglang's expression grew stern as he heavily set the teacup on the table, tea splashing out as he coldly laughed:
"A way to break it? How easy would that be! I spent great effort finding that demonic art years ago and secretly tampered with it. It will only make the practitioner sink deeper and deeper. As for your uncle, he already broke the ancestral rules and is no longer worthy of the sect master's position. It's just that no one dares question his strength. If he really emerges from death seclusion this time, we'll throw all the dirty water on that person, telling him his two sons were both ruined by that couple. Naturally, it won't count against us."
After speaking, Ye Canglang raised his right hand, touching the severed arm at his left shoulder. Only then did Ye Linfeng nod reassuringly, his eyes flickering with ambitious light. He naturally knew who his father meant - the former number one sword immortal, Chu Ge.
Father's arm was severed by Chu Ge. It was also that time when father sowed discord between Ye Wuhui and Chu Ge, ultimately leading Ye Wuhui to kill his closest friend.
Uncle's eldest son, Ye Wuhui, eventually left the Longevity Sect, disappearing into the martial world without a trace.
"Father is wise. Your child will definitely cooperate fully. We just need to wait for Ye Wuhen to be completely consumed by the demonic art, then we can reap the benefits. When that time comes, this Longevity Sect will be our domain, and no one will be able to stop us."
Father and son looked at each other and laughed heartily, their laughter echoing in the room, cold and sinister, filled with the satisfaction of a successful conspiracy.
...
Sunlight filled the gardens of the Longevity Sect, flowers blooming vibrantly.
The Thirteenth Princess bounced ahead, at the tender age of adolescence, not yet fully grown. Her bright yellow dress was like a brilliant little flower, her two braids swaying with her steps, quite playful.
Though she wasn't a stunning beauty, her delicate and pleasing appearance made one like her more with each glance.
Her face was clean and fair, like finely sifted flour without a single flaw, radiating freshness. Her eyes were single-lidded but large and bright, like two black gems, looking at everything with curiosity.
Ye Wuhen followed behind, dressed in plain clothes, clean and fresh. Watching the princess's lively manner, he couldn't help but smile, but fearing others might see, he quickly suppressed it.
"Brother Wuhen, look at this flower!"
The princess suddenly stopped, bending down to examine a cluster of crabapple blossoms, her eyes wide with wonder. Her pink, tender face glowed with excitement, and when she turned to call Ye Wuhen, two small dimples appeared faintly at the corners of her mouth.
Ye Wuhen quickly walked forward. When he reached her, his face flushed red as he stammered:
"It's... it's quite beautiful, as lovely as the princess."
After speaking, he frantically scratched his head in embarrassment.
Upon hearing this, the princess's face turned completely red as she stamped her foot in mock anger: "Hmph, you just say nonsense!"
Her eyes sparkled with shyness as she twisted her clothes with her fingers, continuing:
"In the future... don't call me princess anymore. My name is Zhao Lingxi, just call me Lingxi."
Ye Wuhen was extremely embarrassed. Looking around, he spotted some peach blossoms nearby, gathered his courage to break off a small branch, and handed it over, stuttering:
"Prin... Sister Lingxi, for... for you, as an apology."
Lingxi was stunned for a moment, then reached out to take it. The instant their fingertips touched, both felt as if struck by lightning and quickly pulled back their hands.
They knew their fate carried the shackles of "transaction," but their awakening hearts cared nothing for such things, only intoxicated by this innocent love, both innocent and passionate.
...
The moonlight was ruthlessly devoured by dark clouds. The garden where the young man and woman once played had lost its former romance, leaving only eerie coldness seeping into every inch of air.
The flower clusters were withered, branches broken, petals scattered on the ground, trembling in the wind as if mourning past beauty.
Ye Wuhen emerged from the darkness, his figure no longer possessing its former clarity.
His eyes were bloodshot, pupils deep as endless black holes, revealing madness and greed. His once gentle face was twisted and fierce, a cold, terrifying smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
Lingxi was roughly grabbed by the arm, her eyes wide with terror, tears flowing continuously, her lower lip bitten until it bled.
"Brother Wuhen, you... wake up! Stop cultivating..."
She called out tremblingly, her voice torn apart by fear.
Ye Wuhen paid no heed, suddenly throwing Lingxi against the wall. Her delicate body hit the cold bricks, crying out in pain.
He pressed closer step by step, roughly grabbing Lingxi's chin and lifting her face, examining her wantonly. That gaze was like a cold blade scraping across her skin.
"Hmph, what love and affection - now what I want, no one can stop!"
His voice was hoarse and rough, filled with unfamiliar cruelty.
Lingxi struggled desperately, her small hands beating against his chest, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Ye Wuhen laughed wildly, suddenly bending down to roughly kiss Lingxi's neck, leaving terrible bruises on her fair skin. His hands roamed over her body, tearing her clothes, completely ignoring her desperate pleas. The pure love of the past was now crushed by evil nature.
Zhao Lingxi hurriedly tried to cover her half-naked body, her face full of terror, while Ye Wuhen's gaze wandered over her graceful figure.
"Brother Wuhen... what are you trying to do?"
Zhao Lingxi felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, her voice trembling.
"What am I doing? Of course I'm going to have you." Ye Wuhen suddenly pounced forward, pressing Zhao Lingxi to the ground, his large hands beginning to tear at her dress.
Zhao Lingxi struggled with all her might, but how could she match Ye Wuhen? Soon she was subdued on the ground, her dress torn to shreds.
Ye Wuhen's heavy breathing sprayed against her ear, making her body go weak.
"Let me go... Brother Wuhen can't do this..."
Zhao Lingxi pleaded with tears in her voice, but her pitiful appearance only aroused Ye Wuhen's deeper desires.
Ye Wuhen grabbed Zhao Lingxi's wrists, raising both her hands above her head. He bent down, greedily inhaling the fragrance from her body:
"Lingxi smells so good... don't worry, I'll be gentle and make you feel like you're in heaven."
As he spoke, his other hand was already caressing Zhao Lingxi's fair, full breasts, kneading them forcefully. Zhao Lingxi bit her lips, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
"Mm... don't... please..."
Zhao Lingxi's voice already carried a sob, but this helpless moan only excited Ye Wuhen more.
"Such beautiful sounds..."
Ye Wuhen teased her while increasing the force in his hands, making Zhao Lingxi's nipples quickly harden, then took one in his mouth.
"Ah~ Don't... don't do this..."
Zhao Lingxi tried to break free but was firmly controlled by Ye Wuhen.
Then Ye Wuhen loosened his robes, revealing his already erect member. "Mm~ Ah! Don't... Brother Wuhen."
Ye Wuhen spread her legs apart, pressing his swollen head against the entrance to her untouched passage, his voice hoarse:
"I'm going in, little Lingxi..."
Without waiting for Zhao Lingxi's response, Ye Wuhen suddenly thrust forward, burying himself completely in that tight passage.
Her hymen was easily broken, blood slowly flowing down from their joined bodies.
Wu ah Zhao Lingxi threw her head back in pain, tears bursting forth. The intense pain below almost made her faint.
So tight... Ye Wuhen enjoyed the pleasure of being wrapped by layers of soft flesh, experiencing the ultimate sensation from the royal princess.
"Don't... it hurts too much..."
Zhao Lingxi pleaded weakly, but her pleas only brought more violent thrusting from Ye Wuhen.
"...It won't hurt in a moment..."
Ye Wuhen began slowly moving in and out, each stroke grinding against the most sensitive spot. With the friction, Zhao Lingxi's body gradually secreted lubricating fluid.
"Ah... what is this feeling..."
Zhao Lingxi's consciousness became hazy, but her legs unconsciously wrapped around Ye Wuhen's waist.
The once noble princess, covered in dirt on the withered grass, writhed beneath Ye Wuhen.
Ye Wuhen increased his speed, each impact making Zhao Lingxi emit alluring moans. That pure body gradually took on the color of lust under his conquest.
"Cry out... let me hear your voice..."
Ye Wuhen thrust while licking Zhao Lingxi's earlobe.
"Ah... don't... it feels so strange..." Zhao Lingxi threw her head back, eyes misty, even her toes curling involuntarily.
Ye Wuhen fiercely pounded the deepest soft flesh, feeling the extreme pleasure of her internal contractions. Zhao Lingxi's fluids ran down her thighs, leaving lewd traces.
"Ah... ah ah... ah ah ah..."
Both panted violently as Ye Wuhen roared low and shot all his essence into Zhao Lingxi's body.
...
"Come, Lingxi, drink this wine first. This is wine made from Tianshan snow lotus, it will feel very comfortable."
Ye Wuhen pushed a cup of crystal-clear liquid in front of Zhao Lingxi.
Zhao Lingxi looked hesitant but still tremblingly took the wine cup.
Seeing her obedient appearance, a cruel smile flashed in Ye Wuhen's eyes.
After several cups of wine, Zhao Lingxi felt unbearably hot all over, her cheeks flushing unnaturally red. Her breathing became rapid and her eyes began to grow hazy.
Ye Wuhen slowly removed his clothing. That rod emanating masculine scent stood proudly erect, making Zhao Lingxi's heart race wildly.
"Ah... no..."
Zhao Lingxi wanted to cover her eyes but was grabbed by the wrist by Ye Wuhen. He forcibly spread her fingers apart, making his member press directly against her nose.
"Smell it well, this is what can make women feel like they're in heaven."
Ye Wuhen mischievously swayed his lower body left and right, forcing Zhao Lingxi's face to rub against his rod.
"Wu... let go..."
Zhao Lingxi tried to struggle, but the drug in her body had made her limbs weak and powerless. Her resistance seemed so feeble, more like acting coquettish.
Ye Wuhen looked at her collapsed expression with satisfaction, reaching out to stroke her disheveled hair:
"Lick it clean."
Zhao Lingxi's eyes widened - she never imagined she would be forced to do such a thing. Her lips trembled, wanting to escape yet not daring to resist. Finally, she slowly knelt down, opening her small mouth to take that massive thing emanating masculine scent.
"Mm..."
Ye Wuhen let out a satisfied sigh, gently pressing the back of her head:
"Yes, just like that. Use your tongue to serve it well."
Zhao Lingxi clumsily moved her tongue tip, occasionally letting out pained whimpers.
But the more she acted this way, the more excited Ye Wuhen became.
"Not bad, seems little Lingxi has quite the talent."
He enjoyed her service, one hand stroking her long hair, the other opening her clothes. When his fingers touched the sensitive skin of her chest, Zhao Lingxi's whole body trembled. This mixture of shame and pleasure almost made her lose herself.
"Tsk tsk, just a few touches and your nipples are already hard. Little Lingxi's body is really lewd."
Then Ye Wuhen lifted her skirt hem, admiring the view. "Looks like sister Lingxi wants it too."
...
Several ambergris incense sticks burned in the room, their faint fragrance mixing with the lewd atmosphere, making one's mind wander.
The heat in her body grew more and more intense, and Zhao Lingxi's breathing became increasingly rapid.
"...So hot..." she murmured, beads of sweat already forming on her forehead.
"Can't hold back already?" Ye Wuhen leaned close to her ear. "The real show is just beginning."
He snapped his fingers, and two masked maidservants came forward, skillfully undressing Zhao Lingxi. In no time, her beautiful body was completely exposed.
"Don't..." Zhao Lingxi wanted to escape but was held in place by an invisible force.
Ye Wuhen took out a silver gag, smiling as he said: "Put this on."
"No... mmf!"
Before Zhao Lingxi could resist, the gag was fitted. Now she could only make muffled sounds. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Ye Wuhen looked at his handiwork with satisfaction:
"Little Lingxi looks absolutely beautiful like this. Come, let me see if your lower mouth is just as pretty."
With that, he gestured, and the maidservants immediately spread Zhao Lingxi's legs. That private place was already muddy and wet, the opening contracting continuously as if inviting a man to enter.
"What a lewd body..."
Ye Wuhen used his fingers to part her flesh petals. "Let me guess, you've been longing to be treated like this, haven't you?"
"Wu..."
Zhao Lingxi shook her head, but her body's reaction betrayed her. Fluids continuously flowed from her honey pot, winding down the inside of her thighs.
"So honest..."
Ye Wuhen chuckled lightly, taking out a strangely shaped device. "Let's try this, it will make your little hole more obedient."
"Wu wu..." Zhao Lingxi tried to dodge but was firmly held by the maidservants. The cold metal object gradually stretched open her sensitive flesh, bringing both pain and stimulation.
"Relax, it'll be over soon."
Ye Wuhen adjusted the size while observing Zhao Lingxi's expression. Seeing her pained look, he not only felt no pity but became even more excited.
Finally, the device was completely inserted into her passage. Zhao Lingxi felt as if some switch had been flipped - waves of tingling came from below, and more and more fluids flowed.
"How is it?"
Ye Wuhen gently turned the external handle. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
Zhao Lingxi trembled all over, muffled moans escaping from behind the gag. Her originally clear eyes gradually became hazy.
"Next..." Ye Wuhen showed a satisfied smile. "Let's play something more exciting."
Ye Wuhen snapped his fingers, and the maidservants brought out more devices.
First was a chain adorned with pearls, round beads extending down along Zhao Lingxi's slender neck, finally connecting to similarly pearl-embedded nipple clamps.
"These were specially made..."
Ye Wuhen picked up a pair of nipple clamps, which also had exquisite lotus patterns carved on them. "They match little Lingxi's temperament perfectly."
"Wu... wu..." Zhao Lingxi looked at those terrifying objects, fear flashing in her eyes as she shook her head continuously.
"Why not?" Ye Wuhen pinched one of her nipples, feeling its elasticity and hardness. "They're already so hard..."
Without giving her a choice, he clamped them on, doing the same to the other side. With a click, Zhao Lingxi gasped from the pain, tears streaming down...
"Now let's look at this." Ye Wuhen picked up a nine-tailed whip, waving it lightly, the air producing crisp sounds. "I'll use this to educate the disobedient little Lingxi later."
Zhao Lingxi was turned over by the maidservants, forced to lie on the table. Her round buttocks were raised high, her rear opening contracting nervously.
"Crack!"
The whip landed precisely on her tender buttocks, instantly leaving a bright red mark.
"Wu ah..."
Zhao Lingxi screamed in pain, but the device inside her body vibrated faster due to this sudden stimulation.
"Seems little Lingxi likes this too..."
Ye Wuhen delivered another lash. "Your fluids are dripping onto the table."
"Wu... wu..." Zhao Lingxi tried hard to suppress her body's reactions, but her honest honey pot kept secreting fluids.
Ye Wuhen took out a small porcelain bottle from his chest, opening the lid, and a strange fragrance wafted out.
Ye Wuhen pointed the bottle opening at her. "Do you know what effect this fragrance has? It will make you feel pleasure from the pain of whipping..."
Zhao Lingxi twisted her body trying to escape, but was soon surrounded by more of the fragrance. Another crisp crack - this time the whip mark fell on her raised buttocks.
Zhao Lingxi felt something exploding inside her body, pain mixed with indescribable pleasure.
"Mm~"
Her throat involuntarily let out a sweet moan.
"That's right..." Ye Wuhen sprinkled more fragrance on her while continuing to whip. "Let me see just how lewd Princess Lingxi really is..."
Zhao Lingxi's reason was crumbling bit by bit. Pain and pleasure intertwined, leaving her mind completely blank.
Ye Wuhen carefully observed Zhao Lingxi's state. Seeing she was completely immersed in desire, he gently turned the handle, connecting the chains from the nipple clamps to the device below.
This way, even the slightest movement would stimulate all her sensitive spots.
"Ah..."
Zhao Lingxi trembled, each breath pulling on the stimulation of her nipples and opening. Her delicate face was already flushed red with lust, the pride in her eyes replaced by haziness.
"Come," Ye Wuhen took out two pure gold nipple rings, encrusted with tiny diamonds that sparkled in the candlelight. "These will make your nipples more sensitive."
"Wu..." Zhao Lingxi shook her head wanting to refuse, but her body unconsciously moved closer to Ye Wuhen.
The drug's effects had fully taken hold - she could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure.
"Be good, just bear with it." Ye Wuhen removed the clamps, gently rubbing her nipples to make them more erect.
The sharp needle slowly pierced the flesh, each millimeter of progress making Zhao Lingxi emit sweet moans. Finally, the needle passed through her nipple.
Then, an exquisite nipple ring perfectly fastened there.
"Wu... wu..."
Zhao Lingxi bit the gag, tears continuously flowing. But soon she discovered this pain made the emptiness below even more intense.
"The other side too," Ye Wuhen said, beginning the same process again.
When both nipple rings were in place, connected by chains, he deliberately tugged the chains, making Zhao Lingxi let out a delicate gasp.
Those once bright eyes had now lost focus, filled only with endless desire.
"Next..."
Ye Wuhen took out two matching labial rings. "Let's make your little hole beautiful too."
This process was even longer, as the labia were more sensitive than nipples. Each time the needle pierced through, Zhao Lingxi would arch her back, splashing fluids everywhere.
"Truly beautiful..." Ye Wuhen looked at his handiwork with satisfaction. "These ornaments suit you perfectly."
He gently pulled the chains, the four rings producing crisp collision sounds. Zhao Lingxi immediately let out a sweet whimper, her body trembling continuously.
"Tell me, are you a lewd woman?" Ye Wuhen removed the gag, leaning close to her ear to whisper. "I... I..."
Zhao Lingxi's brain, constantly washed by pleasure, couldn't form complete sentences. Her eyes were hazy, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking her head.
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