Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 153 Falling Asleep Through Fetal Breathing, Flower Slave Pinggu

Wei Wu stood with his hands behind his back, his left arm with its wide sleeve hanging down behind him, and his right arm with its sleeve slightly swung, revealing a strong and powerful wrist. His composed and upright posture made it seem as if he had just captured not the two famous palace masters of the Yihua Palace, but a spirited young woman who had suddenly appeared from the neighboring courtyard.

Jiang Yuyan's adoration for him grew stronger, as dense as the stars in the sky, making her breath quicken and her face flush with an unusual blush. She had to moisten her dry lips with the tip of her tongue before she could stop her fantasies.

Turning my head, I saw that Su Ying had already entered the house with Yaoyue, who was expressionless.

Jiang Yuyan's blush faded instantly. Looking at Lianxing, who was tied up not far away, a troubled expression appeared on her face. However, she dared not disobey Wei Wu's orders, so she quietly asked as she passed Wei Wu, "Master, should this one be washed?"

Wei Wu nodded and said, "Of course."

Jiang Yuyan's face fell. "Fine."

Originally, all I had to do was quietly drop her into the house, but now I have to boil water for her to wash up!

But thinking about it carefully, if I really dared to do that, I'm afraid I'd be left with nothing but—

Jiang Yuyan shivered suddenly, her sticky gaze sweeping over Wei Wu before she shyly lowered her head. She happened to meet Lianxing's sticky face, who was pretending to faint with her eyes closed. Her expression immediately turned sour; she grabbed the rope around Lianxing's neck and lifted her up. "Such a grown woman still wetting her pants, how shameless!"

Lianxing's face was burning hot, and her fair skin, which was as white as marble, was flushed red. She had never been insulted like this before!

But in all honesty, Wei Wu's bizarre move sealed her six senses and seven orifices. Her entire consciousness was as if it were sealed in a dull stone statue, unable to see, hear, speak, smell, or touch. She could not perceive even the slightest bit of the outside world. It was darker than the darkness when her eyes were closed, without even the slightest glimmer of stars.

In just a short while, a sense of despair, as if she had been exiled to darkness for hundreds or thousands of years, began to grow in her consciousness!

It's not death, it's better than death!

That's why, when Lianxing saw Wei Wu, she was filled with fear psychologically, but also with excitement and joy at being reborn physiologically.

The conflicting emotions caused Lianxing to lose control of her body immediately, and she ejaculated in front of everyone.

Fortunately, Jiang Yuyan showed her some decency, saying she had wet her pants; otherwise, Lianxing wouldn't have even had the courage to live.

Jiang Yuyan wasn't being kind; she just felt that a decent person couldn't possibly enter a state of bliss during a fight, and subconsciously assumed that the person had been knocked out.

Until she roughly tore off Lianxing's clothes, she didn't smell any offensive stench. Instead, she smelled a scent that often lingered on her senior sister and now even on herself, along with a faint floral fragrance, like the scent of wildflowers hidden in a sea of ​​flowers in the forest, light and not pungent.

and many more!

Jiang Yuyan suddenly realized what was happening and stared in disbelief at Lianxing, who was still firmly bound by the white silk. "You, you, you—"

Shocked, she didn't know what to say, uttering three "you"s in a row. Then, as if she had encountered some cursed object, she threw Lianxing, who was still blushing and pretending to faint, into a wooden tub filled with hot water. She then turned around and left hastily, leaving only the words "despicable" echoing in the room.

The water level covered Lianxing's face. As her beautiful features were submerged in the water, a glistening tear seemed to glisten at the corner of her eye. Her long, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes trembled, but she ultimately did not open her eyes.

Ordinary people will lose their breath and suffocate to death if they drown, but for martial arts masters, those who know how to hold their breath and internal breathing techniques will not die if they fall into the water, as if they have returned to the environment of their infancy.

If one has other divine powers protecting them, this special environment is more in line with the state of fetal breathing, making it easier for one to fall into enlightenment.

Just like Lianxing at this moment, she desperately wanted to get rid of the memories of being controlled by Wei Wu's mind-controlling technique, so she began to use the most calming method - silently reciting the mantra of Mingyu Gong in her heart, and her whole body gradually returned to tranquility, like a piece of unpolished jade in water.

Meanwhile, after dealing with Yaoyue and Lianxing, Wei Wu turned his attention to the many flower slaves of Yihua Palace.

The Yihua Palace lives in semi-seclusion within the Xiuyu Valley. It doesn't usually get involved in the affairs of the martial arts world. Instead, it quietly absorbs female infants and women heartbroken by love, providing them with food and clothing while teaching them martial arts.

However, the Yihua Palace was by no means a "sacred place" for women.

The reason is that there are rules in the Yihua Palace. Each generation must select some heirs with excellent qualities and appearance. Through a series of tests, the heir of the palace master is selected. The rest are all flower slaves, and they must have slave marks tattooed on their faces to serve the palace master for life.

The only humane aspect is that the slave marks are not words, but flowers. These flower slaves are already all different in appearance, and adding flower marks to cover their faces will not ruin their looks.

It may be a bit mundane, but at least we're alive.

Those ugly ones who couldn't even pass the first round of selection all contributed to the flourishing of the flower sea in Xiuyu Valley.

Therefore, Wei Wu was extremely satisfied as he looked at the dozen or so beautiful faces kneeling on the ground before him.

These flower slaves were all trained by Yaoyue and Lianxing. They all wore soft gauze dresses and bright flower crowns. Their faces were more beautiful than flowers, but they were bloodless, making them look like beauties sculpted from ice and snow.

Previously, due to the rules set by Yaoyue, these flower servants dared not show the slightest expression. Now that Yaoyue and Lianxing were both restrained, one of the flower servants, who was as cold as ice and more beautiful than spring flowers, was the first to bow her head and kowtow, saying in a trembling voice, "Please spare my life, great hero."

The flower servants around her were also kneeling on the ground. Upon hearing this, they simply turned their heads and looked at her coldly, their faces expressionless. Although emotions flashed through their eyes, they were quickly suppressed.

Without exception, they all gritted their teeth, neither pleading nor crying out, because they had long since learned to accept their fate. In their hearts, crying out for help was useless; they were like the wild grass and flowers on the ground, their life and death were not in their own hands.

The flower servant continued, "The First and Second Palace Masters have offended you, and how to deal with them is entirely up to you. But we flower servants have absolutely no desire for revenge. We beg you, sir, to be magnanimous and spare our lives. We are willing to serve you like a slave, a beast of burden!"

She was begging for mercy, but not only for herself, but also for all the flower slaves who shared her plight.

But the flower servants around her remained expressionless and no longer looked at her. Instead, they knelt on the ground like wooden figures, awaiting Wei Wu's judgment.

"Look at you all, so beautiful, it would be a shame to kill you. My flower fields are short of people to manage, and I also need more servants—"

Wei Wu squatted down, pinched the flower slave's face, which showed a happy expression, and asked, "Your reaction is a little different from theirs. What's your name?"

"My name is Tiepinggu, and I will serve my master well!"

"Tie Pinggu—ha, she's getting more and more interesting!"