Chapter 224

The great desert, November sky, snowflakes swirling, the north wind like a knife, bone‑piercing cold.

Inside the felt tent, roaring braziers on all sides sent plumes of heat upward, while on the bed two slick bodies tangled freely.

After the clouds cleared and the rain stopped, the scent of incense mingled with a seductive, languid aroma filled the tent; Yang Kang leaned close to the tear‑eyed Hua Zheng, pressed his two soft, slightly moist lip petals to hers, and greedily sucked.

He reached into the fur blanket, feeling a plump, round fullness between his palm and fingers; when Hua Zheng's arousal rose again, he couldn't help squeezing hard.

He loosened his lips, Yang Kang stared at those eyes full of spring longing, gave a light laugh and said, "Princess, were you just thinking of Guo Jing?"

Hua Zheng heard this, the affection in her eyes vanished instantly, her flushed cheeks turning both shy and angry.

Shameless!

Between shame and anger, she glared with beautiful eyes, raised her snow‑white arm, and slapped directly.

Slap!

With a crisp crack, Yang Kang neither flinched nor dodged; his cheek took the solid hit, and instantly a bright red handprint appeared.

"He is your sworn brother! How can you be so shameless?" Hua Zheng seemed still resentful; her angry eyes glared, and she tried to swing both ways. Seeing this, Yang Kang's anger flared; he seized Hua Zheng's wrist, twisted her onto the bed, then lifted the fur blanket and slapped at her perky hips.

Slap!

"Under the bed you are a princess, I respect you, but on the bed you are my woman! You strike me once, I will strike you ten times!"

Yang Kang scolded coldly, his hand showing no mercy, and delivered another hard slap to the slick, raised spot.

Slap!

Hua Zheng, shamed and furious to the extreme, struggled with all her might, but was held firmly on the couch, unable to move an inch, only clutching the fur blanket, humiliatingly shouting:

"You bastard!!"

"I will have my father the Khan kill you!"

Slap!

Slap!

Two more slaps followed.

Whimper—

The burning pain made Hua Zheng lower her head and sob.

While Yang Kang was distracted by the pretty woman's whimpering cries, he suddenly pulled the fur blanket up to cover the delicate body on the couch.

Then, narrowing his eyes and turning, he shouted toward the tent entrance, "Who's there? Come out!"

Someone?

【7】 Hua Zheng's blossom‑like face paled instantly; ignoring the pain in her rear, she hurriedly curled up and slipped into the fur blanket.

Hua Zheng's face instantly lost its blossom-like color, unable to attend to the pain in his butt, he hurriedly curled up and slipped into the fur blanket.

These days she had been exhausted by Yang Kang's crafty tricks, and ultimately he had deceived and forced herself.

But the shame of betraying Guo Jing in her heart made her drive the maid and guards away each night, yet she unintentionally gave the bandit a chance.

"Hahaha, Brother Yang, you truly have abundant lewd fortune; it makes us brothers very envious."

Seeing the commotion discovered, the person outside the tent remained unhurried; amid a loud laugh, a folding fan slipped in from the edge of the curtain.

He gently lifted the curtain; the cold wind with snow rushed in, dispersing the tent's heat, and entering was the lightly clad, nonchalant Ouyang Ke.

Upon entering the felt tent, he twitched his nose, carefully sniffed the scent inside, and his fiery gaze fell on the fur blanket covering Hua Zheng.

"So it's Brother Ouyang; where else would I have come from, a bandit?"

Yang Kang's eyes flashed with anger, but his face instantly broke into a smile, as if the newcomer were an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

He then didn't bother putting on a robe, stripped naked and stepped off the couch, walking toward Ouyang Ke with a grin.

It must be said, the youngster's assets far surpass those of a man in his prime.

Seeing Yang Kang still shamelessly stroking his erect member twice, Ouyang Ke's mouth twitched slightly.

Can't compare, absolutely can't compare; over the years his body has been emptied.

"Brother Ouyang, something wrong?" Yang Kang asked, walking up confidently, raising an eyebrow.

Since that Mr. Meng disappeared without return, Ouyang Feng and Murong An have increasingly earned Tie Mu Zhen's attention; facing this rascal's brazen behavior, he dares not turn hostile lightly.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Ke's gaze fell again on Hua Zheng's fur blanket, and he said with a smile, "Brother Yang, you truly have great fortune; I have seen countless beauties, yet have never tasted a princess's flavor."

Yang Kang's eyes flickered slightly; he stepped forward, clasped Ouyang Ke's shoulder, and said cheerfully, "It's just that taste, Brother Ouyang, would you like to try as well?"

With those words, Ouyang Ke's eyes lit up sharply, while Hua Zheng under the fur blanket instantly flared with panic.

"Get out!"

Hua Zheng, with the fur blanket over her, cried angrily in a delicate voice, tightly wrapping her body, daring not to expose any inch.

Seeing no movement outside, her heart sank slightly; just as she was about to scold, a pain in her waist made it hard to utter a sound.

Then, the sound coming from outside the fur blanket made her utterly terrified.

"Brother Ouyang, if you have refined interests, it's not impossible, but I have a small request," Yang Kang said, gently lifting the fur blanket to reveal Hua Zheng's terrified, pretty face.

"Brother Yang, whatever your request, just say it; if I can fulfill it, I will not refuse!"

Yang Kang pinched Hua Zheng's cheek, ignoring the pleading in her eyes, and laughed, "Brother, I have long heard of the Western Poison's unparalleled ultimate skill; if Brother Ouyang could teach me the Toad Technique, why not let Princess Hua Zheng offer you a few sessions each month?"

Ouyang Ke, hearing this, showed a hint of hesitation, shook his head, and said, "It's not that I refuse; the truth is I don't know the Toad Technique. Brother Yang, perhaps you could offer a different condition?"

"I have been so frank; Brother Ouyang, why hide it?" Yang Kang's eyes showed displeasure, clearly not believing the rascal's words.

He paused, fetched a porcelain bottle from the bedside, and said, "We're all men, each taking what we need; why not be more open?"

"Later, after feeding her this bottle of potion, Brother Ouyang, do whatever you wish; I guarantee this woman won't remember a thing tomorrow."

While saying so, he reached into the porcelain bottle, dipped the potion, pried open Hua Zheng's tightly shut mouth, thrust it in and stirred vigorously a few times.

After a while, Hua Zheng's gaze drifted, her eyes becoming dim and drowsy.

"How is it?" Yang Kang raised an eyebrow, asking with a smug face.

Ouyang Ke wore a contemplative expression.

Yang Kang stood up, walked toward the table, and said leisurely, "News came from Xiangyang: my Uncle Niu has already emerged from the sect and is preparing to marry my mother. If I shamelessly return to Xiangyang, Uncle Niu certainly won't do anything to me."

But a man of virtue living between heaven and earth, how can he stay depressed and subordinate forever? In the future, the foundation of Xiangyang will surely bear the surname Niu—it has nothing to do with me, Yang Kang.

Now that Mister Meng has vanished, rumors say he died on Mount Shaoshi. As long as Elder Brother Ouyang and I cooperate properly, we can eliminate Murong An, control Temujin, slaughter those few little Mongol rascals, and relying on my status as Prince Consort, the whole of Mongolia will still be ours to command.

By then, what's a mere princess and a secret manual worth?

While speaking, Yang Kang turned around, holding a wine bowl in one hand, and walked up to Ouyang Ke.

"Brother Yang, what is this...?" Ouyang Ke's gaze fell on the extended wine bowl, his clear eyes sparkling.

Accustomed to petty tricks, he also feared that a moment's carelessness would lead him astray.

"Brother Ouyang, you don't trust me?"

Yang Kang's brows lifted lightly, then he switched the wine bowl, drained its contents, and stepped forward saying, "Whether it's the Toad Skill or not doesn't matter; as long as Brother Ouyang agrees to let your uncle take me as a disciple, tonight Princess Huazheng is yours to enjoy!"

"Is that true?" Ouyang Ke's eyes burned as he reached out and took the wine bowl. "A gentleman's word is hard to retract; if I, Yang Kang, break this promise, may I be like this bowl!"

Bang!

Yang Kang spoke righteously, and as he spoke he smashed the wine bowl in his hand to pieces.

"Good!" Ouyang Ke exclaimed joyfully, lifted his head, and drained the wine.

He was just a boy in his teens; if he had shown the slightest hesitation earlier, he wouldn't have drunk this bowl of wine.

"Let… let me go…"

Huazheng's eyes regained a glimmer of clarity, and she tearfully pleaded toward Yang Kang.

Without waiting for Yang Kang's response, Ouyang Ke impatiently threw down the wine bowl, panting heavily, his eyes blazing as he walked toward the bed.

However, after just two steps, he felt dizzy, his leg went weak, and he collapsed right beside the bed.

"You..."

Ouyang Ke stared in shock, pointing at the smiling Yang Kang, but couldn't muster the strength to speak.

Slap!

"Is my woman something you can covet?" Yang Kang's face turned cold, he stepped forward and slapped Ouyang Ke's pale face hard.

Ouyang Ke felt a buzzing dizziness in his head, hastily panting, he weakly said, "My uncle, my uncle, is in the camp, you..."

"So what?"

Yang Kang let out a cold laugh, seized Ouyang Ke's hand, and activated the North Darkness Divine Skill.

In Ouyang Ke's horrified gaze, he felt a vast internal force surge continuously into his body, storing in the lower part of his chest's qi sea.

Ouyang Ke was shocked to the point of despair, immediately exerting his utmost to resist, but no matter how he struggled, he could not gather his internal force, nor prevent it from leaking out.

Soon after, he felt utterly empty, limp, and collapsed onto the ground.

"My uncle won't..."

Pfft!

Pff—

Ouyang Ke glared angrily, just about to threaten him, when suddenly Yang Kang's eyes flashed cold, he drew the saber from the rack, and thrust it straight into his chest.

"You… killed… him?" Gazing at the head lolling beside the bed, Huazheng's face filled with terror.

"Nonsense!"

Yang Kang glared irritably and said, "If I didn't kill him, should I just watch him sleep with you? I don't have the habit of giving away women!"

Saying this, he stepped forward, pushed aside the bed, pulled out the saber from Ouyang Ke's chest, and began digging a pit in the ground, speaking lowly as he dug:

"That Meng fellow is already dead outside; Ouyang Feng increasingly holds your father in contempt, otherwise Ouyang Ke wouldn't dare come over to eavesdrop so blatantly."

"This wretched thing is the beloved son of that old poisonous monster; if you want to live, pretend tonight never happened, otherwise, even as a Mongol princess you're useless—that old poisonous monster won't spare us."

Huazheng heard this, stunned and silent; for some reason, her heart couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

Yang Kang saw this, saw no need for more words, and simply dug the earthen pit with all his strength.

Half an hour later, a pit about five feet long and wide appeared beside the bed.

He set down the saber, searched the corpse for a while, found a book, then lifted the body into the pit and began backfilling to bury it.

After tamping the pit firm and cleaning away the bloodstains, he pushed the bed back to its original place.

After everything was done, Yang Kang silently took a towel and wiped himself.

He then climbed onto the bed, lifted the fur blanket, and embraced the warm, soft body within.

Neither spoke; the tent was silent, yet both naked bodies could clearly feel each other's hearts pounding violently against their chests.

Three days later

Ouyang Feng, who had never found his nephew, began to grow irritable.

"You truly haven't seen Ke'er?"

Inside the golden tent, Ouyang Feng's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared straight at Yang Kang.

He glanced at the nervous Huazheng beside him, then sneered, "I've interrogated the guards; Ke'er went toward your sleeping quarters three nights ago."

"Within three days, I demand to see him alive or dead; otherwise, in the desert, even your false father surnamed Niu won't be able to protect you!"

Having said that, Ouyang Feng glanced at Temujin on the throne, snorted coldly, and left the golden tent.

Temujin's face was grim as iron; he looked at Yang Kang and Huazheng and said in a deep voice, "Tell me the truth, khan! Have you seen him or not?"

Yang Kang clasped his fists, his face sincere, and said, "As a subject, I have sworn brotherhood with Elder Brother Ouyang; if I knew his whereabouts, how could I conceal them?"

"No matter what, the khan is the emperor of the steppe, I, as a subject, am the steppe's prince consort; no matter how formidable Ouyang Feng is, he ought not violate the steppe's dignity!"

Temujin kept a solemn face, silent, his gaze shifting to Huazheng's face.

Huazheng lowered her head respectfully.

"Get out!" Temujin rubbed his forehead and waved his hand impatiently at the two.

Returning to the felt tent, Yang Kang and Huazheng looked at each other wordlessly, sitting silently on the bed.

At night, after Huazheng fell asleep, Yang Kang rose, went to the wooden cabinet, and felt out a brocade box from its bottom.

Hiss—

Opening the brocade box, a faint hissing sound came from inside; by the lamplight, one could see a small snake coiled within, its body pure white and its eyes emerald green.

It was precisely this thing he had brought along this time, intending to use it to strike at Tiemuzhen if he could not get by; unexpectedly, he encountered Ouyang Feng and his nephew here, and had never dared to take it out.

"The grudge for killing my son! If you don't run now, you won't be able to run." Yang Kang stared at the small snake, letting out a light sigh.

Leaving Jiu Gong Mountain, he finally felt the pressure of the 'Western Poison'; this person would only be as docile as a sheep in front of his martial uncle Niu Dingtian.

As his thoughts stirred, Yang Kang fished out a pill from his bosom, placed it in the brocade box, and quickly closed the lid.

Noticing the small snake in the brocade box beginning to grow agitated, he also took out a letter and placed it together on Huazheng's dressing table.

Turning to the bed, Yang Kang swiftly sealed Huazheng's acupoints, wrapped her tightly in a fur blanket, then hoisted her onto his shoulder and silently slipped out of the grand tent.

Ten days later

A disheveled, filthy-haired teenager, shouldering a roll of fur blanket, arrived at a dock where drums thundered and red banners stretched endlessly.

When his gaze fell upon the distant figure slowly appearing, he froze for a moment, then couldn't help but feel overjoyed, hastily waving and running over, shouting loudly: "Martial uncle! Martial uncle! I'm back!"

"It's Brother Kang's voice!"

"Martial uncle! It's Brother Kang's voice!"

By the dock, Guo Jing stood before the wedding procession, beside Niu Dingtian, looking at the approaching 'beggar'; his face twitched slightly, then he shouted excitedly at his own martial uncle. (End of chapter)