Although Nie Yun had previously decided to kill Yue Buqun, he thought of the more than ten years of kindness in raising him and decided to give him another chance. So the next day, he formally proposed to Yue Buqun that he wanted to marry Yue Lingshan.

“This…” Yue Buqun hesitated for a moment before saying, “Shan’er is still young, and you should focus on practicing martial arts. Let’s talk about this in a few years.”

Upon hearing this, Nie Yun wore a regretful yet submissive expression, thinking to himself, “Master, don’t blame your disciple for being heartless.”

Then, as if speaking casually, he said, “Master, there is something I forgot to tell you yesterday. I tried to save Lin Zhennan and his wife that day, but I failed because there were too many disciples of the Qingcheng Sect. However, when I untied Lin Zhennan, he said that if I could not save him, he should pass on a message to his son, Lin Pingzhi.”

“Oh?” Yue Buqun’s eyes flashed, and he said, “Then you must remember that sentence well, and tell Lin Pingzhi the same thing every time you see him in the future.”

“It wasn’t anything important, but Lin Zhennan said that the things in the Buddhist hall of his old house in Xiangyang Lane should be taken good care of. However, you must not look through them, or you will suffer endless trouble.”

Nie Yun pretended to be indifferent and said.

Yue Buqun was overjoyed, but his face showed reproach as he said, “Since Lin Zhennan asked you to tell Lin Pingzhi, how could you tell your master so casually?”

Nie Yun secretly scorned, “They only said this after hearing everything. They’re like a hypocrite trying to maintain a virtuous image.”

However, he appeared ashamed and said, “Master is right, I have remembered it. But I have received great kindness from Master and Mistress in raising me, and I dare not hide anything. Besides, Master is a gentleman, what harm is there in telling you?”

Yue Buqun was secretly pleased and said with a smile, “Well, as a disciple of Mount Hua, one should admit one’s mistakes, correct them, and repay kindness. Yun’er, you may leave now.”

Two days later, Yue Buqun summoned everyone on Mount Hua.

“I feel I’m about to break through in my cultivation of the Purple Cloud Divine Skill, so I need to go into seclusion for a while. No one is allowed to disturb me. I will bring enough food and water, so there’s no need to bring me meals. During this time, you must be careful with your words and actions, practice your martial arts diligently, and avoid causing trouble. If you encounter any difficulties, report them to your master’s wife. Do you understand?”

Yue Buqun addressed his disciples with a serious expression.

“Yes, Master.”

Yue Buqun offered Ning Zhongze a few more words of comfort before hastily going into seclusion.

Nie Yun chuckled inwardly: “Seclusion? He’s probably going to retrieve the ‘Evil-Repelling Sword Manual’!”

Fifteen days later, Yue Buqun announced his departure from seclusion.

Seeing Yue Buqun’s exhausted expression, Nie Yun confirmed his suspicions—this madman had indeed traveled thousands of miles to Fuzhou.

Over the next few days, Yue Buqun was preoccupied with his thoughts, hesitating about whether or not to castrate himself to practice swordsmanship. This wasn’t like hair or nails, which could be cut off easily.

At this moment, Nie Yun added fuel to the fire by telling him that the Songshan Sect and the Sword Sect disciples were colluding to harm Huashan.

On this day, Yue Buqun once again announced that he would go into seclusion.

On the Cliff of Contemplation, Yue Buqun trembled as he took out a red-hot dagger, then lifted his robe, his expression hardening, and swung his right hand down fiercely.

With a whoosh, a flash of cold light appeared, and something fell to the ground.

“Ah!” A shrill scream rang out.

Yue Buqun threw away the dagger, quickly pressed several acupoints to stop the bleeding from his groin. Then, enduring the excruciating pain, he applied wound medicine.

Looking at the mass of flesh and blood on the ground, Yue Buqun’s expression was complicated. Finally, he let out a long sigh and threw it into the valley.

Yue Buqun took the “Evil-Repelling Sword Manual” and began to cultivate according to the mental techniques described in it.

Before long, he felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen, followed by a warm current that spread from there to his limbs. He was overjoyed, thinking he had mastered the technique. However, the warm current was continuous and unstoppable.

Only then did he realize something was wrong and quickly stopped practicing. Unexpectedly, the true energy in his body suddenly became disordered, and his acupoints felt like they were being pricked by needles. The heat that spread throughout his body was as hot as boiling water.

“Ah! Pfft~” Yue Buqun screamed and spat out several mouthfuls of blood. His face turned blood red at first, then turned pale instantly. He collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

At this moment, a dark figure rushed into the cave, glanced at Yue Buqun lying on the ground, then bent down and quickly pressed a few times on his body before leaving.

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These past few days, a layer of dark clouds has shrouded Mount Hua.

When the sect leader Yue Buqun was cultivating, he suffered a qi deviation and was paralyzed in bed, unable to speak or move. Apart from eating and excreting, he could do nothing else.

Ning Zhong was deeply saddened, but he still mustered his strength to maintain the overall situation.

Yue Lingshan seemed to mature all of a sudden, no longer acting spoiled or mischievous, but instead helping her mother with her affairs.

Nie Yun took on all external affairs, keeping herself busy all day long.

That evening, Nie Yun returned to his residence after a busy day, only to find Ning Zhongze standing at the door.

“Master’s wife, it’s so late, is there anything I can help you with?” Nie Yun asked in surprise.

“Yun’er, come with me.” Ning Zhongze said and turned to walk out. Although Nie Yun was puzzled, she followed him.

The two arrived at the Cliff of Contemplation and stood outside the stone cave entrance.

Ning Zhongze stood there, motionless. A gentle evening breeze blew, causing her white dress to sway slightly, like a lily swaying in the wind.

Nie Yun recalled the scene of his passionate encounter with Ning Zhongze here that day, and couldn’t help but swallow hard. Just then, Ning Zhongze turned her head.

Seeing his expression, Ning Zhongze, as the person involved, naturally guessed what her lecherous disciple was thinking, and couldn’t help but blush and lightly spit.

Ning Zhongze suppressed her distracting thoughts and said seriously, “Yun’er, tell me the truth, what did your master ask you and Shan’er to do that day?”

Nie Yun’s heart skipped a beat, and he said, “That day, Master sent his disciple and junior sister to Fuzhou to monitor… to keep an eye on the movements of the Fuwei Escort Agency. Later…” He recounted the version he had told Yue Buqun before, only adding that he had entrusted Lin Zhennan to Yue Buqun.

Ning Zhongze’s expression kept changing. By the end, she had completely guessed the reason why her husband had gone mad.

“Secretly monitoring, stealing the sword manual, castrating himself to practice swordsmanship, no wonder he didn’t want anyone to enter his seclusion last time, he probably went to Fuzhou to steal the sword manual… Senior brother, oh senior brother, you really are…” Ning Zhongze was very worried because Yue Buqun’s expression was not right before his seclusion, so she went to visit him the next day. Unexpectedly, what appeared in front of her was Yue Buqun who had become a eunuch and the “Evil-Repelling Sword Manual” on the ground.

She hadn’t dared to believe it at first, but after hearing Nie Yun’s words today, she was finally certain of her suspicions.

“He always talks about the way of a gentleman and the importance of benevolence and righteousness, but I never imagined that he was such a treacherous and selfish person in private. I… I misjudged him…” Ning Zhongze felt disappointed and heartbroken as she thought about how she had married such a hypocrite.

“For the sake of martial arts, you can abandon me without hesitation. Don’t you even care about the slightest bit of affection between husband and wife?”

Ning Zhongze’s tears flowed uncontrollably. She was heartbroken by her husband’s hypocrisy and treachery, and also felt wronged by his indifference in abandoning her without hesitation.

Just then, a pair of arms gently embraced her from behind. “Master’s wife, don’t be sad. I will take good care of you from now on.”

Ning Zhongze shuddered and quickly stepped forward to break free from the man’s embrace. Turning around, she saw Nie Yun staring straight at her, his eyes filled with deep affection.

Ning Zhongze gritted her teeth and slapped him across the face.

“Smack!”

Nie Yun staggered from the blow, but remained calm and said, “Master’s wife, I love you. Let me take care of you.”

“Shut up!” Ning Zhongze reached out and slapped him again.

Nie Yun didn’t flinch, gazing intently at Ning Zhongze: “Fairy Sister, Yun’er loves you very much.”

When Ning Zhongze heard Nie Yun use the name he used when they first met, she was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly understood what Nie Yun meant: You are not my master’s wife, you are the woman I love.

“What nonsense are you talking about? I am your master’s wife! Even if your master… no matter when, no matter what happens, I will always be your master’s wife, always your master’s wife, and always your wife. Remember that!”

Ning Zhongze shouted loudly as if venting her emotions, tears streaming down her face. The poem on the painting came to mind again: “If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, I regret that we did not meet before I was married.”

Ning Zhongze gritted her teeth and delivered another heavy slap.

“Smack!”

Nie Yun’s mouth was bleeding from the blow, but instead of backing down, he rushed forward and pulled Ning Zhongze into his arms.

“Let me go…”

Before she could finish speaking, Ning Zhongze’s lips were already captured by Nie Yun.

Ning Zhongze struggled desperately to break free of the blockade, shouting fiercely, “Let me go, or I’ll kill you…”

“Kill me if you want. I’d rather die at the hands of a fairy sister…”

Nie Yun bit Ning Zhongze’s earlobe, and the hot breath entered her ear canal, making Ning Zhongze feel unbearably itchy.

“Ah! You…you let go…” Ning Zhongze’s tough exterior quickly disappeared due to her innate weakness as a woman.

“Fairy Sister, have you forgotten the joy we shared in this cave…” Nie Yun’s hand had already slipped inside her collar, grasping her ample breasts. “Master never loved you. Heaven destined me to meet you; this is our fate. We are the match made in heaven…”

As Nie Yun spoke, he kneaded her nipples, and the red buds quickly hardened under his caresses.

“You… ah… you’re talking nonsense! Ah! No…” Ning Zhongze was still persisting, but her voice already carried a hint of spring.

“I got hard just from touching her… My master’s wife’s sensitive body… it’s truly unforgettable…”

Nie Yun felt a surge of pleasure. He reached out with his other hand and turned the beautiful woman’s face around, sticking his tongue into her fragrant little mouth and teasing and sucking it wantonly.

“Ugh…no…” The beautiful woman desperately tried to push away the crazed Nie Yun, her small hands pounding on his shoulder.

But the soft, whimpering voice and the weak pushes were more of a temptation than a rejection.

Nie Yun stopped talking, suddenly picked Ning Zhongze up in his arms, and walked into the cave.

In the cave where Yue Buqun had completely severed his genitals, his wife was stripped naked by his good disciple, her snow-white body exposed.

Her thighs were spread apart, and her flower-like vulva continuously gushed out glistening dew, blooming freely for the man on top of her—the man who called her “Master’s Wife.”

Nie Yun bent down, his hands roaming over Ning Zhongze’s entire body.

He kept kissing the beautiful woman’s eyes, lips, and neck, his tongue licking down her smooth skin.

Although Ning Zhongze was a bit plump compared to Yue Lingshan, she had no excess fat because of her years of martial arts training.

Even though she is lying flat now, her soft breasts are still standing upright, and they feel soft and smooth to the touch.

Ning Zhongze’s eyes were glazed over, and her hands, which had long since stopped pushing him away, were now gently resting on Nie Yun’s body.

“Fairy Sister, do you know? Your body is simply the most beautiful scenery in the world!”

Nie Yun knelt between Ning Zhongze’s legs and murmured, “A stunning face, high, firm breasts, full hips and a slender waist, long, jade-like legs—a woman is already blessed by heaven if she possesses even one of these qualities, but you have them all. But what I love most is this place, it’s always overflowing with juices, and when I insert myself into it, it’s like entering heaven…” Nie Yun reached down and found the spring tide overflowing, wet and slippery.

“…Stop talking…Hmm…” Ning Zhongze had never heard such blatant and straightforward praise before. Being pressed down by Nie Yun and examined like a precious treasure, he was praising her. She wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

“Fairy sister, you are mine!” Nie Yun licked Ning Zhongze’s entire body until her moans became muffled and incoherent.

The beautiful mistress raised her hips high, displaying her most beautiful and mysterious parts to her disciple, so that Nie Yun could enjoy it to his heart’s content.

Nie Yun stopped teasing her, lay on top of Ning Zhongze, aimed his penis at her eagerly filled honey hole, and thrust his waist, penetrating all the way in.

The thick, hard penis stretched the honey hole so tightly that it was completely sealed, and the soft, fragrant mouth was also filled with tongue. Ning Zhongze hugged Nie Yun’s neck tightly and pressed him down forcefully, as if she wanted to knead him into her own body.

Nie Yun swayed his body rhythmically, fully enjoying the warm and moist honey hole, the pleasure of the silky tender flesh gripping his penis like a small hand, and the beautiful woman beneath him who was like his mother.

Ning Zhongze frantically responded, her mouth constantly emitting plaintive moans and gasps. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had reached, only remembering that when Nie Yun ejaculated streams of semen deep into her body, she didn’t want to move a single finger.

Spring slumber is so sweet, I don’t even notice the dawn; everywhere I hear birds singing. Last night came the sound of wind and rain; I wonder how many flowers have fallen.

The next morning, the disciples of Mount Hua noticed that their master’s wife, Ning Zhongze, seemed less heavy-hearted than she had been a few days before, as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Nie Yun stood at the front of the disciples, winked at the beautiful woman sitting on the throne who was instructing the disciples, made a gesture of squinting and smelling the fragrance, and showed an intoxicated expression on his face.

Ning Zhongze blushed and quickly lowered her head. Her voice also changed, sounding dry and stiff.

Standing behind Nie Yun, Linghu Chong noticed Ning Zhongze’s change and began to feel uneasy. He had gone to visit his master and mistress last night, but after knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered.

Seeing Ning Zhongze today, he felt that his teacher’s wife seemed to have become much more beautiful all of a sudden, like a flower that had been nourished by rain, full of vitality.

As a virgin, he naturally wouldn’t understand what this change meant, but as the protagonist of the original work, he still felt that something was wrong.

Linghu Chong turned his gaze to Yue Lingshan, only to see his beloved girl standing beside Nie Yun, talking intimately with him.

A sweet and happy smile appeared on the girl’s face, a radiant smile she had never shown him before.

Linghu Chong felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Although he had been trying his best to please his junior sister, he had never received any response.

Seeing Nie Yun and Yue Lingshan chatting and laughing, he felt that standing here was simply torture.

Nie Yun seemed to notice his gaze, turned around and glanced at him, then smiled, casually took Yue Lingshan’s fair and delicate hand and held it tightly for a moment, then let go, then raised her hand to her nose and smelled it, revealing an expression of intoxication.

Yue Lingshan was first startled, then blushed deeply at Nie Yun’s almost flirtatious behavior.

She gave Nie Yun a coquettish glare, put her hands behind her back, and took a few steps to the side, but her smile grew even brighter.

Linghu Chong, standing behind the two, almost choked on this display of affection; he felt like he was about to go crazy.