Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

"Waaah, Rong'er is so sorry, Brother Jing... Ah!"

Yang Guo, lying on the ground, looked at Huang Rong's expression...

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Ten miles outside Jiaxing City, beside a deserted road.

Huang Rong reined in her horse and glanced at the red-robed monk carrying a curved sword in the road ahead.

Guo Fu muttered behind her, "Mother, how dare this monk block our way."

Yang Guo silently followed on Huang Rong's other side, his gaze fixed on the monk's waist—

The scabbard was engraved with a design of the Tantric Buddhist deity, the Buddha of Bliss.

"Who are you?" Huang Rong asked in a cold voice, her hand already holding three golden needles.

Blood Saber Ancestor grinned, revealing his yellow teeth:

"This humble monk was passing by when he saw that the lady's beauty was unparalleled, and wished to invite her to stay in the mountains for a few days."

Before he could finish speaking, the scimitar had already transformed into a streak of blood and slashed down!

Huang Rong's face turned cold, and her bamboo staff slid out from her sleeve, striking the opponent's wrist with a "Dog-Beating Strike".

She was already at the peak of innate perfection, and this strike was as fast as lightning.

"what?"

Blood Saber Ancestor realized something was wrong and quickly changed his stance, narrowly deflecting the attack.

The two exchanged more than ten blows in an instant, their energy scattering and dry grass flying everywhere.

Yang Guo then pulled Guo Fu back to the foot of a tree.

He narrowed his eyes—this monk's swordsmanship was strange and unorthodox, but Huang Rong clearly had the upper hand.

Sure enough, after thirty moves, Huang Rong knocked away the curved sword with a single blow and pointed the bamboo stick at the throat of the Blood Saber Ancestor.

"Wait! I have something to say—" Blood Blade Ancestor retreated hastily, but his hand reached into his robes.

Huang Rong sneered: "It's not too late to talk after I capture you."

"You forced me to this, so let's die together!" Blood Blade Ancestor suddenly pulled out a jade bottle and smashed it on the ground.

Pink smoke exploded out instantly!

Huang Rong was prepared and with a wave of her sleeve, she was about to disperse the poisonous mist.

But the mist, as if alive, penetrated the inner force barrier and seeped into her mouth and nose in wisps.

"Mother!" Guo Fu exclaimed in surprise.

Huang Rong felt a surge of lust rising from her lower abdomen, and her limbs instantly went weak.

She forcefully gathered her energy and smashed her staff towards the top of Blood Blade Ancestor's head.

"puff!"

Blood Sabre Ancestor's skull shattered, yet he roared with a ferocious laugh before his death:

"Haha... This is the 'Seven-Seven-Fold Aphrodisiac Powder'... If a man doesn't perform it seven times a day for seven consecutive days... he will surely explode and die..."

"I forgot to mention, it has to be the same person!"

The body fell down.

Huang Rong also staggered back a few steps, and only managed to stand still by leaning on a bamboo stick for support.

She tried to suppress the poison with her internal energy, but the heat only intensified, and her vision began to blur.

"Fu'er..." she gritted her teeth, "Come and help me..."

Guo Fu hurriedly stepped forward.

Just then, the corpse of the Blood Blade Ancestor, who had been dead, suddenly twitched!

With a dying blow, he struck Guo Fu in the back.

"Ah!" Guo Fu collapsed softly.

"Fu'er!" Huang Rong's eyes widened in horror, but the poison within her body suddenly erupted due to the emotional turmoil.

She mustered her last bit of inner strength, and the bamboo stick pierced through the heart of the Blood Saber Ancestor like lightning.

This time, he's really dead.

The wilderness fell silent.

Huang Rong knelt down beside her daughter and checked her breathing with trembling hands—thankfully, she had only fainted.

But she herself...

Waves of heat assaulted reason.

She looked at Yang Guo.

The boy stood three steps away, his face still showing astonishment.

"Guo'er..."

Huang Rong's voice had become unusually hoarse, "You... turn around... no matter what you hear... don't turn back..."

Yang Guo turned around as instructed.

Suppressed breathing and the rustling of clothes came from behind.

Then came increasingly rapid breathing, like a drowning person making their last struggle.

Yang Guo clenched his fist.

The words of the Blood Blade Ancestor flashed through his mind.

Seven times a day... for seven consecutive days... by the same person!

He had seen a similar concept to this poison in a certain type of novel in his previous life.

I never expected... that I would have the privilege of seeing this today!

It seems his happy moment is just around the corner.

At this time, although Huang Rong had given birth to Guo Fu, and Guo Fu was already 13 years old, Huang Rong was only around 30 years old.

She was at the peak of her beauty.

Yang Guo didn't feel at all that he would suffer a loss!

Not to mention, she's the number one female lead in the martial arts genre.

Before Yang Guo could react, a warm body pressed against him from behind.

Two burning hot arms wrapped around his waist, and Huang Rong's cheeks pressed against his back, her breath hot.

"Aunt Guo..." Yang Guo thought to himself with secret joy.

"Don't...don't move..."

Huang Rong's voice trembled, and reason and desire were fiercely battling in her eyes.

"Just like that... let me... lean against you for a while..."

But it's too toxic.

Yang Guo could feel Huang Rong's body twisting slightly, her arms tightening around her.

"Brother Jing... I'm so sorry..." Huang Rong murmured indistinctly, the last word drowned out by her deeper breaths.

She suddenly turned to face Yang Guo.

Under the moonlight, her face was flushed, her eyes glistening with tears, and her usually dignified and beautiful face was now filled with a struggling and seductive charm.

Her clothes had come undone at some point, revealing a section of her snow-white collarbone.

"Guo'er..."

Yang Guo's throat felt a little dry.

Huang Rong pounced on her.

The moment their lips touched, Yang Guo's mind went completely blank.

The fragrance of a mature woman instantly enveloped him.

The heat penetrated through the thin clothing.

His hand hung in mid-air, unsure of where to put it.

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