A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

In the courtyard downstairs, Xiahou Wu, who had just stopped practicing his boxing and was looking up at Shan Ying's window, suddenly froze.

That extremely faint, tearful sob, like an icicle, suddenly pierced the silence and also pierced his already taut nerves.

Is it an illusion? Or...?

His brows were furrowed, and his pupils contracted sharply in the darkness.

Just now, the light and shadow in the room seemed to have flickered unusually, and... there was an indescribable, unsettling silence, unlike the tranquility of falling asleep normally.

Doubts, like vines, instantly entwined his heart, tightening ever more.

"Junior sister?" he called tentatively upstairs, his voice not loud, but clearly audible in the quiet night.

Inside the room, Shan Ying was jolted by the call, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe. Even the fingers that Feng Yuxiu had pressed on the back of her neck, which had brought intense tingling and numbness, seemed to have temporarily lost their sensation.

Extreme fear gripped her, and her blood seemed to freeze instantly.

Is my senior brother coming up?
Did he hear that?

Will he... will he find out?

She wanted to respond, to tell him in the calmest voice, "It's okay, senior brother, I'm already asleep," but her throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and she couldn't utter any meaningful syllables.

Even more terrifying, Feng Yuxiu's fingers did not stop at Xiahou Wu's call. Instead, he increased the pressure, slowly and firmly massaging the extremely sore and numb acupoint, as if punishing her for her distraction at this moment, or as if deliberately prolonging this stimulation that was about to be exposed.

A stronger current, a mixture of pain and strange pleasure, exploded from the back of my neck and shot straight to the top of my head.

Dan Ying's vision blurred, and her body slumped forward uncontrollably, only supported by Feng Yuxiu's arm around her waist.

She bit her lower lip hard, almost tasting the blood, before swallowing back the second sob that was about to escape her lips.

Tears welled up and silently slid down her flushed cheeks.

Feng Yuxiu leaned down, his hot breath brushing against her burning earlobe, and said in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, "Did you hear that? Your good senior brother is concerned about you."

There was no tension in his voice, only an almost cruel interest.

“Answer him. Tell him you are ‘fine’.”

His words were like salt, sprinkled on Shan Ying's bleeding pride.

How could she respond to her senior's concerned inquiry with a lie under such circumstances?

Feng Yuxiu's orders placed her in an even more humiliating situation.

She had to deceive another man who cared about her under his controlling closeness and seduction.

Light, steady footsteps echoed on the stairs.

Xiahou Wu did not receive a response, and his doubts drove him upstairs.

Footsteps echoed slowly on the wooden stairs, each one like a beat on Shan Ying's frantically pounding heart.

"Yingzi?" Xiahou Wu's voice was closer as he arrived on the second-floor corridor and stopped not far from her door.

"I think I heard some noise just now. Aren't you asleep? Is your old injury hurting again?"

His tone was full of concern, as gentle as ever, but in the deathly silent corridor, it sounded like a death knell to Shan Ying.

She could even picture him standing outside the door, his brow furrowed, a worried expression on his face.

She, however, was disheveled and being pressed tightly against from behind by another man, receiving a traditional Chinese medicine massage that must never be known to a third party.

Feng Yuxiu's hand left the back of her neck and slowly slid down her spine, inch by inch.

His palms were burning hot, pressing against her spine through her silk nightgown.

The movements were extremely slow, carrying a blatant intimacy and control, as if measuring something that belonged to him.

Dan Ying's back arched involuntarily, like a cat whose vital organs had been seized by its natural enemy, and she trembled violently and uncontrollably.

"Answer him." Feng Yuxiu's breath brushed against his ear again, his voice cold and commanding. "Or do you want him to come in now and see what kind of 'traditional Chinese massage' we're doing?"

Dan Ying trembled and closed her eyes in despair.

She knew that the man in front of her was a man of his word.

She couldn't let her senior brother see this, absolutely not!
“Master… Senior Brother…”

She finally spoke, her voice hoarse, trembling noticeably, and filled with suppressed gasps, "I...I'm fine...I just...I just had a nightmare and woke up..."

Each word was spoken with extraordinary difficulty, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

She tried to make her voice sound calm, but the uncontrollable tremor and subtle gasps betrayed her abnormality.

Xiahou Wu, standing outside the door, remained silent for a moment.

Nightmare? That explanation seems reasonable, but why does my junior sister's voice sound so strange?
That suppressed, labored breathing, as if someone was desperately trying to hold back something...

"Is it really okay?"

Xiahou Wu's voice still held doubt. He took a step forward, seemingly closer to the door. "Should I come in and take a look? Or, shall I get you a glass of water?"

"No! No need!"

Dan Ying almost screamed in refusal, her voice rising abruptly from extreme tension, then immediately realizing her mistake, she forced it down into a rapid, breathy whisper, "I...I'm fine, senior brother...you, you should go back and rest...I really...I really just want to lie down a little longer..."

She was rambling incoherently, only wanting her senior brother to leave as soon as possible.

Inside the room, Feng Yuxiu seemed pleased with her panicked reaction.

His hand, which had been sliding along her back, had reached her waist, his fingertips even seemingly tracing the skin at the edge of her robe's belt.

The intense itching and numbness, mixed with fear and shame, nearly drove Shan Ying to the brink of collapse.

Her legs went weak, and she only managed to stay upright thanks to the strength of the man's arms behind her and the edge of the dressing table in front of her.

At this extremely dangerous moment, Feng Yuxiu actually intensified his actions.

No longer satisfied with controlling her from behind, his other hand, which had been around her waist, slowly moved up and, through the thin silk, covered the area in front of her heart.

His palms were large, almost completely covering his face.

Beneath his palm was her wildly beating heart, its intense throbbing transmitted unreservedly to his palm.

As if struck by lightning, Shan Ying's eyes widened abruptly, her pupils dilating.

This posture...this touch...has far exceeded the scope of traditional Chinese medicine massage, and even crossed all the previous ambiguous boundaries.

This is a blatant, ownership-assertive violation and desecration.

She almost screamed, but bit her lip hard again, the taste of blood and rust filling her mouth.

His body was as stiff as a stone, even the trembling seemed to have stopped, only his heart was beating desperately and wildly under that burning hot palm.

Xiahou Wu, standing outside the door, heard the abrupt refusal from inside and the subsequent, even more suspicious silence, interspersed with disordered breathing.

His heart sank deeper and deeper as a terrifying suspicion grew clearer, igniting a fire of jealousy and rage within him.

But he still retained a sliver of reason and did not immediately break down the door.

What if, just what if, he was overthinking it?
Forcibly entering a junior sister's boudoir would have equally disastrous consequences.

“Yingzi,” Xiahou Wu’s voice turned deep, carrying an undeniable insistence and a suppressed coldness he himself was unaware of, “Your voice sounds off. Open the door and let me see you. Just one look, to make sure you’re alright, and then I’ll leave immediately.”

These words were tantamount to an ultimatum to Shan Ying.

Open the door? How could that be! How could she possibly face anyone in her current state, imprisoned in such an unbearable position by Feng Yuxiu?

"Senior brother...please...it's really not necessary..."

She pleaded, her voice broken and choked with sobs, "I...I'm just feeling a little unwell, I'll be fine after lying down...Please leave me alone..."

To Xiahou Wu, her pleas sounded more like a guilty conscience trying to cover up her distress.

That sobbing, that desperately suppressed panting, and that unusual rejection... all the clues pointed to the possibility he least wanted to face.

His anger, mixed with the pain of betrayal, almost burned through his reason.

Inside the room, Feng Yuxiu felt the frantic heartbeat beneath his palm, listened to Xiahou Wu's suppressed anger as he questioned him outside the door, and heard the woman in his arms pleading on the verge of collapse.

A cruel sense of satisfaction flashed across his cold eyes.

This is the effect he wants.

Under the concern and suspicion of another man, this woman's last shred of dignity and defenses is gradually stripped away.

His hand, which was resting on her chest, began to draw circles very lightly and slowly, as if to soothe her, yet also as to tease her more deeply.

At the same time, he whispered in Shan Ying's ear, each word clear and cruel, "Look how much he cares about you. But right now, whose heart is beating for? Hmm?"

His fingertips even pressed against the spot that was throbbing intensely.

This sentence became the final straw that broke Shan Ying's back.

The last vestige of pride and rationality belonging to the Deputy Sect Leader of the Unity Sect collapsed completely at this moment.

She wasn't unaware of the humiliation involved, nor was she unaware of the thorough mental taming Feng Yuxiu was subjecting her to. However, the awakening deep within her body—the immersion in that unfamiliar pleasure mixed with pain and extreme stimulation, the secret dependence on the cold control of the man behind her, and the morbid trembling at this dangerous and forbidden situation—all of this, like a black tide, completely overwhelmed her.

She no longer tried to suppress the sound in her throat, letting the faint sobs, twisted by pleasure and pain, escape from her lips.

Her body no longer stiffened and resisted; instead, it felt as if all her bones had been removed, and she completely slumped backward, leaning against Feng Yuxiu's firm and hot chest.

This position allowed her to press closer to him, and to surrender herself more completely to his control.

This is a silent, complete surrender.

It was the final response to Feng Yuxiu's orders, and also a betrayal of all her past principles.

Feng Yuxiu clearly felt the body in his arms change from stiff to soft, and heard the clearer sounds of passion after giving up resistance.

He knew he had won. At least on this battlefield tonight, this woman, from her body to a part of her will, had been forcibly opened up, crushed, and then molded into a strange form according to his will.

Xiahou Wu, standing outside the door, couldn't hear the faint whispers and murmurs, but he did hear Shan Ying's more pronounced, ambiguous sob, followed by the soft rustling of clothes as if she had completely lost her strength.

The sound was like a red-hot branding iron, burning away his last bit of hope.

His breathing became heavy, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and the last trace of gentleness in his eyes was replaced by a terrifying storm.

But he ultimately didn't lose his composure and didn't choose to score.

"it is good."

Xiahou Wu's voice, as cold as a dead corpse, came through the door: "Keep quiet."

He deliberately emphasized those two words, each syllable sounding as if it were bursting out from between his teeth.

"I'll see you again tomorrow."

After speaking, footsteps sounded, heavy and slow, moving away from the door and down the stairs.

But the anger and coldness contained in those steps seemed to linger in the corridor through the door, pressing down on Shan Ying's already overburdened heart.

Until the footsteps completely disappeared downstairs, and a long time passed before the courtyard fell silent, Shan Yingcai seemed to have slightly escaped from a long and terrifying nightmare.

She was drenched in cold sweat, her bathrobe soaked through and clinging to her body, outlining her undulating curves.

She collapsed into Feng Yuxiu's arms, too weak to even lift a finger, only tears still flowing silently and continuously.

Feng Yuxiu slowly released his grip on her hands, took a step back, and examined her disheveled yet alluring appearance as if admiring a newly completed work of art.

Her hair was disheveled, her face was streaked with tears, her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes were watery but empty and listless, her body was convulsing slightly, and there were still bloody marks on her lips from biting herself.

"The traditional Chinese medicine massage I had tonight was very effective."

He commented indifferently, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, only a cold indifference as if it were none of his business. "You learn very quickly, Deputy Sect Leader Shan."

Dan Ying did not respond; she simply stood there blankly, staring unfocusedly into the void ahead.

The soul seemed to have been ripped from the body, leaving only a shell filled with desire, fear, shame, and a certain emptiness.

"Get out! Get out!!"

Shan Ying gritted her teeth, and her anger and humiliation erupted completely.

Feng Yuxiu sneered and turned to leave without hesitation.

But the moment Feng Yuxiu turned around, Shan Ying felt something was missing from her heart, and she began to panic.

She quickly stepped forward, grabbed Feng Yuxiu's arm, lowered her voice, bit her lower lip, and almost pleaded, "I was wrong."

Feng Yuxiu did not turn around. His tone was cold, completely different from his previous TCM massage.

"I hope you understand that I'm only doing this to give you a traditional Chinese massage, not because you have any relationship with me..."

Feng Yuxiu slowly turned around, his gaze cold as he stared at Shan Ying. "I am Shan, the deputy sect leader, who kindly gave you a traditional Chinese medicine massage... Don't get me wrong. Besides, I am giving you the massage free of charge, and I did not charge you any money."

Dan Ying trembled, and she slowly lowered her head. "I...please don't call me Vice Sect Leader...I...I..."

Feng Yuxiu took a step forward and lowered his voice, "That depends on your performance... If your senior brother finds out about this relationship with a traditional Chinese medicine massage therapist, he might kill me..."

After saying that, Feng Yuxiu opened the window and left.

Dan Ying stood there, stunned, Feng Yuxiu's words still echoing in her mind: "Your senior brother will kill me... kill me... kill me... I..."

"No!"

The thought of this scene made Shan Ying feel a sharp pain in her heart.

This man has become a part of her soul; he absolutely cannot die.

At the same time, Xiahou Wu stood at the entrance of the martial arts school, his pupils shrinking.

"Bastard!"

He clearly saw the figure leap up from the roof.

He was manic, extremely manic, and his whole body was trembling.

His eyes were bloodshot and red, and his hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"You bastard, I'll kill your whole family!"

Xiahou Wu frantically followed! (End of Chapter)