Jian Wangchi lay on the ground, his breath ragged, his pale face twisted with mockery even as blood streamed from his wounds. Knowing death was inevitable, he laughed hoarsely and spat his venom:
"A righteous chivalrous woman like you… hah! Turns out you've been hiding a deadly bedroom technique all along! Tell me, Feng Yudie… how many men did you practice on to master this skill? How many so-called demons and thieves died only after you rode them to exhaustion? Hahaha!"
He turned his gaze toward Meng Jianhou, a wicked grin curling on his lips:
"Meng Jianhou… oh, what a pitiful man you are! To think… you've worn so many cuckold horns without even knowing!
Your virtuous wife, the legendary Butterfly Fairy, is an absolute sex goddess in bed!
But don't be angry… after all, from this day forward, you and I are brothers. We've shared the same woman, haven't we?
Hehehe… I'll leave my wife to you next time… be sure to make her moan as sweetly as your Yudie!"
Those vile, venomous words were the last thing he ever said.
Feng Yudie's trembling body suddenly stilled, her beautiful face darkening with cold fury. Without a single word, she seized the blood-stained long knife from the ground and, with a single lightning-fast motion, slashed downward.
There was a wet, sickening sound.
Jian Wangchi's manhood the weapon that had defiled her was severed in one stroke.
Blood gushed violently from his crotch as his scream tore through the silent mountain air.
Before he could even collapse, she swung the blade again, and with precise, merciless cuts, both his hands and legs fell to the ground.
Her cold, steady voice trembled faintly with suppressed hatred:
"Jian Wangchi… death is far too merciful for you.
You wanted to provoke me into killing you quickly?
No… I will make you wish for death a thousand times before it comes."
Her words were ice. Her vengeance… absolute.
When Jian Wangchi lay crippled and half-conscious, Feng Yudie dropped the blade and walked unsteadily toward her daughter. She gently untied the seal on the girl's chastity belt, checking her trembling child with teary eyes. After ensuring her daughter was unharmed, Yudie turned back to her husband.
She knelt before Meng Jianhou, her body still slick with sweat, tears and guilt clouding her beautiful eyes. But before she could speak, he reached out, trembling, forcing down the raging evil fire burning inside him. His voice was hoarse but soft, filled with tenderness:
"Yudie… don't… blame yourself.
I… your husband… I don't mind."
Her lips quivered. Her vision blurred. Her heart trembled.
"Hubby… thank you…"
She gazed into his gentle, forgiving eyes, and though relief washed over her, guilt stabbed deeper into her soul.
For Meng Jianhou believed that her lewd moans and passionate responses earlier had been nothing but an act a brilliant ruse to paralyze Jian Wangchi and strike at the right moment.
But only Feng Yudie herself knew the truth.
In the depths of her shame, she remembered the wild pleasure she had felt when Jian Wangchi's ruthless thrusts made her body burn and melt. She remembered the fleeting, forbidden thought that had once whispered in her mind:
"If only… he weren't our enemy…
If only… I could fully surrender and enjoy…"
That hidden thought was a blade that cut deeper than Jian Wangchi's insults.
As the small family finally caught their breaths, believing the nightmare to be over, a ripple of energy stirred in the air.
I the one who had been floating invisibly above them this entire time finally revealed myself.
A faint golden light coalesced into the form of an elderly man, his long white beard flowing, his eyes deep and mysterious, carrying the majestic aura of a forgotten master. I stepped lightly onto the ground, my hands behind my back, my expression calm.
The moment they saw me, Meng Jianhou's tired face lit up with gratitude.
Feng Yudie, her flawless body still completely bare, her nectar glistening faintly on her inner thighs, hurriedly knelt and bowed deeply, dragging her daughter down beside her.
"Senior… you saved us! From now on, if you have any command, our family will obey without hesitation!"
As she knelt before me, her plump, round hips unintentionally raised high, and my perverted heart one carried from countless lifetimes trembled wildly.
If I still had a body, I thought, my cock would have torn through my robes by now.
Still, I maintained the image of a dignified sage, stroking my long beard and sighing softly:
"My mortal body long ago shattered, ascending beyond the Nine Heavens. What you see now is but a lingering wisp of spiritual obsession.
If my true body still existed… with a flick of my finger, I could have erased that lowly beast just now.
Then… a beauty like you, Feng Yudie, would never have suffered such humiliation."
I delivered my lines flawlessly, acting the part of a grandmaster steeped in sorrow and regret.
Upon hearing my identity a legendary cultivator who had mastered the Broken Ascension Technique the family was shocked into silence. But almost instantly, joy bloomed in their faces.
"Senior!" Feng Yudie kowtowed again, her forehead touching the blood-stained ground.
"Please, I beg you… save my husband! If you can heal him, I… I am willing to serve you as a slave for life!
Whatever you desire… I will never refuse!"
Her words sent a shiver of excitement through me, though I hid it behind a sage's calm smile.
"Hahaha… never refuse, you say? Then this old man… shall not be polite!"
I narrowed my eyes slightly, letting the meaning sink in.
"After you treat your husband, you are to descend the mountain immediately…
And when you return… you will bring the children with you."
At that, the air froze.
Feng Yudie's delicate body stiffened. Meng Jianhou stared at me in shock.
But before either of them could speak, their seventeen-year-old daughter Qingyao stood up abruptly, her beautiful face flushed crimson with fury.
"You… old bastard! How dare you humiliate my mother like this!"
With a flash of anger, she lunged at me, her fingers forming a sword technique. Her foundation was solid, her movements sharp… but her cultivation was too low.
Her sword-like fingers passed straight through my spiritual body without the slightest resistance.
I laughed heartily:
"Hahaha! Fierce little thing, aren't you? If this old man were still alive,
I'd have spanked your cute little ass raw for talking back to me!"
Qingyao froze, her face turning an even deeper shade of red.
Feng Yudie pulled her back quickly, cheeks flushed, her soft voice trembling:
"S-Senior… please, don't tease her. My daughter is young and… rash. Please forgive her!"
I waved my hand dismissively and chuckled.
"Enough, enough. This old man has no time to play. Listen carefully:
Some time ago, my bloodline descendants were hunted and slaughtered by the demonic sects. Their orphan now lies by the river at the foot of the mountain.
Bring the boy back, raise him well, and accept him as your apprentice."
Qingyao blinked, her cheeks flushed. She bit her lip, stammering softly:
"S-so… that's what you meant by 'bring the child back'… I thought… I thought you meant…"
I smirked, letting my eyes gleam mischievously:
"Oh? You thought I meant I wanted your mother to return with a swollen belly, didn't you?"
"Y-you… hateful!" Qingyao's voice cracked, her face crimson.
"You're supposed to be a senior! You… you're shameless!"
I only stroked my beard and laughed quietly to myself.
Meng Jianhou and Feng Yudie exchanged glances but said nothing they knew too well that in the martial world, even the most righteous masters often carried the hearts of mischievous rogues.
Feng Yudie finally lowered her head and replied softly:
"Senior, rest assured. We will raise your descendant as our own, and we will ensure he grows strong and safe."
I nodded with satisfaction… then stopped her just as she turned to leave.
"Wait."
She turned back, confused, her soft, pale skin still flushed faintly pink from shame and exhaustion.
I stroked my beard, hiding the smirk threatening to escape my lips.
"Feng Yudie, Meng Jianhou… you two have excellent talent.
I cannot, in good conscience, let such potential be wasted.
From this day forth, I will reluctantly accept you as my apprentices."
The couple froze, stunned for a moment, before relief and excitement brightened their faces.
But before they could kneel, Qingyao clever and sharp as ever narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously:
"Ohhh~~ I see now… You've taken a liking to my parents' talents and want them to inherit your legacy!
But… a master always gives a gift when taking apprentices, right?
So, Senior… what exactly will you give my father and mother?"