... I, Xiao Lin, swear to personally defeat you and make you kneel and beg for mercy at my feet, to wash away today's humiliation! Damn it, damn it!
A black-haired youth who bore a striking resemblance to Xiao Yan lay wrapped in bandages, pounding the bedboard frantically and feebly. It was Xiao Lin, who had entered Canaan Academy under the alias Lin Xiao and was the top seed for the Inner Court's Strongest Ranking.
But today, the day before the Inner Court's competition, that despicable, short black man, the wretched brute who had nearly shattered Panmen, had arranged for a surprise attack on him, nearly breaking every bone in his body. If Xiao Lin, the last remaining member of Panmen, could not participate in the Inner Court competition and reach the top 100, the Panmen that his father, Xiao Yan, had single-handedly built would be utterly destroyed by Xiao Lin!
This was unacceptable to Xiao Lin, who looked up to his father, Xiao Yan, and aspired to surpass him!
But now, he could only lie in bed like a stray dog, unable to move, with absolutely no recourse!
Ah!!!!!!!!!!!! I hate it!!! Kill, kill, kill! Kill the barbarians!!!!!! I, Xiao Lin, swear hereby that one day I will kill every single Black Barbarian in the world. If I don't accomplish this, I will cease to be a human being!!!
After venting for a while, Xiao Lin suddenly felt a surge of regret. He regretted his youthful recklessness and his refusal to accept the guards arranged by his family. Since most of the clan's masters were in seclusion due to changes in their Dou Qi, he relied on the protective mark left by his parents and simply refused any of them. If even a Dou Zong guard had come along, the Black Barbarian would have been hacked to pieces long ago!
Amidst hatred and pain, Xiao Lin vaguely felt the door gently open. Then he caught a glimpse of vibrant red and a blurry, graceful figure approaching. Xiao Lin's heart sank. The Pan Clan's power was completely devastated, even its headquarters occupied by those black barbarians. He usually had no one around him, and even cooking and laundry were his own responsibility. Now, a sudden visitor was likely an uninvited guest. Moreover, he was nearly paralyzed, unable to move. If someone were to hold a knife to his neck and cut him bit by bit, he had no confidence that the protective mark left on him by his parents would remain effective. Cautiously, Xiao Lin pretended to be asleep, only glancing out of the corner of his eye. He caught sight of a pair of striking red high heels. The shoes were small and delicate, embroidered with intricate patterns in gold thread, and they were quite expensive. The slender tip of the scissor tapped steadily against the bluestone tiles inside the room, producing a series of crisp, melodious sounds, like a string of beautiful musical notes.
Xiao Lin shifted his gaze slightly upward, and a pair of slender, graceful legs clad in black stockings appeared in his field of vision, quite stimulating.
"Exquisite..."
Xiao Lin secretly praised, his curiosity growing even more intense about the newcomer. After all, he was now known as Lin Xiao, no longer the radiant only son of the Yan Emperor, but merely an ordinary genius with no background or status. As the last remnant of the Panmen Sect, he had become synonymous with loser and idiot at Canaan Academy. Everyone avoided him, not to mention those girls with their eyes on the top of their heads. Who would approach him at this critical moment?
Thinking of this, Xiao Lin strained his neck a few degrees.
Through his swollen eyes, he caught sight of a familiar yet unexpected face. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "Ya Fei... Auntie?!"
This former confidante of Xiao Yan was wearing a black satin brocade dress. Woven from priceless black silk, the tight-fitting gown featured faint patterns and intricately crafted golden embellishments. It was elegant and graceful, yet understated. The high side slits perfectly showcased her two beautiful legs in black silk, framing her exquisite curves. It was a sight to behold. Her slender waist, easily grasped, was bound by a bright yellow wide belt, creating a sudden visual contrast that accentuated her slender waist and rounded hips.
Ya Fei, now mature to the utmost, now radiates allure and allure. Under the gaze of her narrow, peach-like eyes, no man could refuse her offer. Her lips, like rose petals, are delicate and alluring, captivating. Her red hair is neatly tied into a bun at the back of her head, but a few strands fall down to the side of her face, brushing against her cheeks. The red flower ornament on her snowy forehead is even more alluring.
Hearing Xiao Lin's weak call, Ya Fei slowly walked to his bedside, raised a jade finger to her lips, signaling him to be silent. With a heavy expression, she leaned over and caressed the blood-soaked gauze and wounds on his body.
Lin'er, how did you get so badly injured?! This! Who on earth did this?!
Seeing Xiao Lin's injuries, her beautiful eyes, like peach blossoms brewing from spring water, suddenly became moist. She trembled, covering her wide-open mouth with the round fan in her hand. She didn't know whether it was anger or something else, but even her plump and mature body trembled.
Uh... Aunt Yafei... Gulp... Why... are you here...
Xiao Lin swallowed subconsciously. This woman was simply too beautiful. Mature yet alluring, both beautiful and charming. Furthermore, Yafei was now a Dou Huang master, and her appearance remained unchanged. For a young man like him, her lethality was particularly formidable. Even Xiao Yan, at that age, would have felt his mouth dry and nervous when facing Mitel Yafei directly, not knowing what to say.
Of course, what was most daunting to Xiao Lin was the voluptuous, rounded figure of this stunning aunt, like a ripe peach. Especially when she leaned over to carefully examine the wounds on his body, the plump, firm hemispheres of her breasts swayed just above his nose. The rich fragrance of milk and the fragrance of a woman's body, emanating from the white flesh and the bottomless ravine, filled his nostrils. Not only did Xiao Lin's blood run cold, but even his lower body felt like it was rising. He could only respond awkwardly, carefully contracting his abdomen to prevent this voluptuous elder from noticing.
Huh? This is...
In the midst of this awkward moment, Xiao Lin suddenly noticed that Aunt Yafei's left breast, where her dress had previously covered it, was partially exposed. A black mark, probably the size of a gold coin, looked like half a spade. This shocking discovery nearly made him scream out in surprise.
If only he had known this was the symbol of the Black Spirit faction, under the command of Heiman Tuku, the culprit who had injured him. This inner court organization, which only allowed women to join, consisted of horny bitches who admired his martial prowess. Even so, only the most ardent would have the courage to tattoo such a shameful mark. I've even heard that some women have it obscenely tattooed directly on their genitals. But why did Aunt Yafei also have such a tattoo?! Could she also...
But when he looked more closely, the ugly black tattoo had disappeared, replaced by smooth, tender white breast flesh.
As if she had noticed Xiao Lin's gaze directed at her chest, Yafei calmly adjusted her clothes and held his gaze meaningfully. Only when he turned his head away in shame did she give him a sharp smack on the forehead and scolded him: "If I don't come again, you little fool will be beaten to death!"
I...
Xiao Lin's face flushed with shame, knowing Aunt Yafei had noticed his intrusive gaze. He also blamed himself for his perverted fantasy.
On the other hand, even though he'd been beaten so badly, it was still a fair defeat at someone else's hands. Though he wasn't much older, he still had to maintain some dignity, especially in front of a female elder whom he greatly admired. He was even more embarrassed to speak up.
Tell me, who did this? How dare you bully the Xiao family? Don't worry, I won't report this back to Zhongzhou. In this northwest continent, your Aunt Yafei is still capable of helping you deal with this trouble.
No! No one else... It was just my own carelessness...
Ya Fei stared at Xiao Lin's pig-headed face for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and said lovingly, "You little bastard, when did you start being like your father, trying to save face?"
Okay, you handle your own affairs. You still have to retrieve the lost items yourself. I won't interfere. But your injuries are indeed serious, and tomorrow is the once-in-five-year Inner Court Competition. How can you behave like this?"
Ya Fei pulled a jade bottle from her ring, took out a green pill the size of a longan, and stuffed it into Xiao Lin's mouth.
Auntie Ya Fei, this is... Ugh! !!!
Xiao Lin felt the pill transform into a hot stream as soon as it entered his mouth. His entire body felt like it was burning, hot and itchy, so uncomfortable that he suddenly sat up.
Am I alright? Aunt Yafei, what kind of elixir is this? It's amazing!
Xiao Lin felt the Dou Qi surge in his Dantian, and the strange discomfort he'd just felt completely dissipated. He felt like he could punch a hole in the sky, his energy boundless. Such potent medicinal properties made him curious about the elixir. He looked at the bottle, which still contained at least seven or eight pills, his eyes sparkling.
You little brat, you have so many eighth- and ninth-grade elixirs at home, yet you didn't take any for yourself and instead coveted this seventh-grade elixir of mine!
Here, a seventh-grade Fanyuan Pill! This one is enough to heal your injuries, and the remaining medicinal power can even increase your cultivation. However, it should only be used in critical moments. Don't take too much, it's harmful. Do you understand?
Yes! I get it!
Xiao Lin continued to stare at the pills in the bottle, his eyes sparkling, clearly not having listened.
Little one, you must win tomorrow's inner courtyard competition. Auntie believes in you.
Ya Fei placed the jade bottle in her hand on Xiao Lin's bedside, and gently kissed his forehead with her rose-petal lips. Before he could recover, she stood up and left, leaving only a graceful figure as she drifted away.
Auntie Ya Fei, don't worry. I will definitely defeat that barbarian black man this time!
Xiao Lin, still a little dazed by the kiss, hardened his expression. He reached for the white jade bottle, opened his mouth, and poured out eight pills. Immediately, a burst of fighting spirit burst out from the doors and windows!
Not far outside the house, Ya Fei, who had been smiling brightly just moments before, now expressionlessly wiped her lips with a white handkerchief, applying so much force that it seemed as if she was rubbing her delicate lips to pieces. She wiped away all the lipstick, leaving her lips pale from the rubbing. Then, she removed the black over-the-arm glove that had touched Xiao Lin, and burned it along with the handkerchief with her Dou Qi, as if it were stained with some foul, stinking substance.
At this moment, in the courtyard behind them, Dou Qi surged into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.
You little loser! I didn't expect you to be even worse than your father, so clueless. Hehehe...
Ya Fei gazed at the surging Dou Qi light, a captivating smile playing on her lips. With a flick of her finger across her left breast, she removed the Dou Qi that was concealing it, revealing the striking black spade tattoo on her snow-white skin. She then took out a emerald green pill, held it up to the moonlight, and observed the faint green glow it emanated. She said with satisfaction, "This is an eighth-grade Blood-Severing and Vein-Severing Pill. It's made with Jue Yang Grass and Ku Xue Teng as its main ingredients. That bitch Cao Ying personally concocted it, using a man's yang energy and natural talent to subtly exchange for vitality and Dou Qi, separating the power of his bloodline. If you take all nine of these pills together, I'm afraid even the strongest protective mark left by your father, Xiao Yan, won't be able to activate it."
I look forward to you rising again and again, only to be defeated by the Master again and again, until you completely lose the confidence to challenge the Master, your bloodline power is robbed, and you can only be an impotent waste for eternity, completely trampled under the Master's feet...
Little brat, I didn't force you. This was your own choice, Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, the last of your bloodline left in this world is now completely severed in the hands of Miter Yafei.
Next, the entire Dou Qi Continent will usher in the era of Tulang. The proud daughters of heaven who emerged with your rise, Xiao Yan, that peerless generation that blossomed, that generation that waited in vain for their chastity, that generation that stood at the pinnacle of power, whether they were Dou Zong, Dou Zun, or Dou Sheng, Dou Di, under Tulang's crotch they will become the most primitive women, dedicating their all to the Holy Clan. Coupled with the strange changes in the Dou Qi of heaven and earth, the right time, place, and people are all on Tulang's side. By then, all ancient clans and sects will cease to exist, and Tulang and his Holy Clan will be the sole rulers of the Dou Qi Continent!
At the mention of Xiao Yan, Ya Fei's face couldn't help but show a hint of resentment and hatred, but then she suddenly felt a sense of joy, as if she had just gotten her revenge. "Haha, but I have to thank you, Xiao Yan. Thanks to your cowardice and ruthlessness, I've been able to maintain my virginity, and it has also enabled more outstanding sisters to be like me, to give themselves completely to Tulang and the Holy Clan."
Ya Fei bit her lip and lowered her head, her mind swirling with memories of Xiao Yan's sudden departure. She, distraught, led her female guards on a boat out to sea to explore trade routes, arriving at a barbarian island in the far north of the continent where Dou Qi was forbidden. The native Black Barbarians on this island, though unable to cultivate Dou Qi and short and mean-looking, were incredibly strong, making them ideal candidates for slavery. She immediately captured dozens of them and brought them aboard.
However, as more and more female guards lost control and secretly ran to the cabin below to commit adultery with the Heiman, the powerless Heiman simply took over, ordering the female guards, who were at the Grand Dou Master or even Dou King level and obeyed their orders, to seize the entire merchant ship. Even he, a Dou Huang powerhouse, was taken to bed by the Heiman leader named Tuku in the dark of night, leaving him defenseless. He was raped in front of all his subordinates and forced to have sex with him, engaging in a passionate and passionate affair for over a month. Finally, under Tuku's strong orders, he personally poisoned Hai Bodong Hai Lao, who had supported him, and cut his body into pieces to feed the fish.
The overwhelming fear and forbidden pleasure of being watched by a respected elder, combined with the unprecedented ecstasy of sexual pleasure, nearly sent the Miter family matriarch, the Golden Queen of the Northwest Continent, soaring to the heavens. The feeling of being completely plundered and possessed, losing all control and leaving only endless lust, still relished her to this day. She willingly became the Black Barbarians' accomplice on the Northwest Road, using the guise of slavery to import the island's Black Barbarians into the backyards of the major families, providing them with large quantities of supplies and women, thereby accumulating population and power.
However, judging by the momentum of the little bastard's breakthrough just now, that elixir is surprisingly suitable for someone as gifted as him. This amount of elixir is enough to push him to the Nine-Star Dou Ling realm in one fell swoop, increasing his strength several times over. This will be troublesome for tomorrow's Inner Court Competition. I need to warn the master in advance...
Thinking of this, the meticulous Ya Fei became even more vigilant. With a swipe of her Dou Qi wings, she soared towards the Tianfen Refining Qi Tower.
Her abnormal feelings for Tu Ku made her increasingly disgusted with her family and the world. If it weren't for her greater plans, she would have wished to spend every moment with her Tu Lang, enjoying the bliss of the world.