Chapter 151

Now that Sect Leader Abi Luo Wang and the Great Protector Hei Hei Qiling are both dead, the Xueyueshen Sect has lost its two strongest warriors and no longer has the qualification to be Liuhe Gang's patron.

Once this news spreads, the Xueyueshen Sect will likely be surrounded and purged by its enemies.

Only someone with a broken brain would rush to join them at this moment.

Suddenly spotting Dong Shisan Niang nearby, Shi Hongying's eyes flickered and she said, "The Xueyueshen Sect is finished—shouldn't you return Shisan Niang to me now?"

Return her?

Jiang Sishui raised an eyebrow: "Shisan Niang is mine now—why should I let her go back?"

"Shisan Niang is my brother's Green Dragon Incense Lord—how could she possibly be yours?" Shi Hongying feigned ignorance.

Jiang Sishui gave her a long, meaningful look and whispered, "When you're like her, you'll understand."

Over these past few days, Jiang Sishui and Shi Hongying had grown much more familiar with each other, speaking without many Gu Ji—and he'd teased her plenty.

Shi Hongying rolled her eyes and scoffed, "You've got the heart but not the nerve."

Saying this, she swiftly sidestepped his grab, turned, and ran off with a grin.

"I've always felt you were playing with fire—today I finally have proof. Just wait."

Jiang Sishui silently vowed to teach this woman a lesson one of these days.

After spending more time with the women, Jiang Sishui returned alone to the place where Abi Luo Wang had previously ambushed them.

As expected, with Abi Luo Wang silent for so long, the Xueyueshen Sect's disciples had grown restless and began searching the area.

Jiang Sishui killed several disciples who had seen him, then casually tossed Abi Luo Wang's distinctive mask onto the ground before turning away.

Target—Wanzhou, Mount Huangshan!

Not long after his departure, the remaining Xueyueshen disciples discovered the corpses and Abi Luo Wang's mask.

The news spread upward—Xueyueshen Sect was shaken to its core!

…

Traveling alone was much faster—several times quicker than usual.

Unfortunately, without the soft voices and tender company of beauties, the journey was inevitably dull and tedious.

So before sunset, bored out of his mind, Jiang Sishui returned early to Mantuo Shanzhuang.

Upon returning, he heard a message that left him utterly stunned—

Someone had delivered the Jue Zui!

"Who delivered it?"

"The Mistress of Xianshui Palace."

Xianji Lümu?

Jiang Sishui frowned slightly, his eyes filled with confusion.

If reality followed the story, Xianji Lümu should also be after the "Heavenly Sword"—so why did she now send him her only piece of Jue Zui?

Even if she had no interest in the "Heavenly Sword," they were strangers—why would she help him?

This move truly left Jiang Sishui baffled.

He had no idea what this woman was scheming.

But he didn't dwell on it.

When soldiers come, block them; when water rises, build a dam. No matter Xianji Lümu's motive, Zaowan Society would reveal itself—no need to overthink it.

After dinner with the women, Jiang Sishui wrote in his diary about using the Water-Control Pearl to kill Abi Luo Wang, then went to find Abi.

Zhu always ate and slept with Abi, but tonight she was not in the room.

Clearly, Abi had already spoken to her.

Seeing Abi's nervous, tense demeanor, the experienced Jiang Sishui stepped forward, embraced her, and began whispering sweet nothings.

Unconsciously, Abi's taut nerves slowly relaxed—just like the sash of her silk skirt.

Following Bai Feifei, Zhao Qiying, Huang Rong, Wang Yuyan, and Dong Shisan Niang, Abi became his sixth woman.

Midway, Jiang Sishui had a sudden idea and instantly teleported Abi above Taihu.

The evening breeze carried the clear songs of the Taihu Spirits far into the distance…

167 Seduction? Have you ever seen a sword aura three zhang long?

On the mountain path, a horse moved slowly, carrying a man and a woman.

The woman wore a pale crimson gauze robe and now lay limp in the man's arms, motionless.

Her limbs hung helplessly, as if all her bones had been removed.

Her breath came in soft, fragrant gasps; her lovely face flushed crimson, damp strands of black hair clinging to her forehead, as if she had a high fever.

But if Huang Rong and the other five women saw her, they'd instantly know what had happened.

Illness tormenting her?

Quite the opposite—she was even quite happy.

Jiang Sishui smiled faintly as he looked at the sleeping Zhu.

Several days ago, after she and Abi became intimate, they often indulged together.

Naturally, Zhu—who was nearly inseparable from Abi—was drawn in.

Zhu and Bi united, offering a unique charm and sensation.

Today it was Zhu's turn to accompany him; midway, overcome by passion, the two found a secluded spot and gave in completely.

It ended with Zhu fainting.

Jiang Sishui had intended to carry her back to Mantuo Shanzhuang, but before losing consciousness, Zhu had specifically begged him to hold her until she woke.

Hence this scene.

Looking at the girl in his arms, recalling how shy and delicate she'd seemed when they first met—now contrasted with her helpless moans—he smiled even more.

His fingers lightly brushed the corner of the maiden's lips: "Looks like I can cure you after all."

Unfortunately, Ah Zhu could no longer hear by now—otherwise she would have been so embarrassed she'd want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

……

An hour later, the two arrived at the foot of Mount Huangshan, and Ah Zhu slowly awoke at that moment.

Jiang Sishui bent his head and said gently, "Awake?"

A flood of confused memories poured into her mind, and Ah Zhu's fair, lovely face turned visibly crimson once again.

She didn't get up either; instead she nestled her pretty head further into Jiang Sishui's chest, then let out a faint nasal sound in reply.

Looking at the maiden, who was a completely different person from when she had entered that state earlier, Jiang Sishui couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Ah Zhu grew even more embarrassed, punched him once, and clung to him stubbornly, refusing to get up.

Just then, several ill-timed voices shattered the two's intimate atmosphere—

"Who's laughing so disgustingly? So noisy!"

"Oh, a pretty boy, with a little beauty in his arms."

"Beauty? Where's the beauty? Let me look."

"That slut's face is buried in the pretty boy's chest, can't see it clearly, but that figure… tsk tsk, no worse than the top courtesan at Yanhong Tower!"

"Kind sir, please hold a moment!"

Amid the noisy chatter, five neatly dressed men leapt out, swords in hand, blocking the way ahead.

Ah Zhu, lying in Jiang Sishui's arms, was disgusted by their filthy words, but still turned her head curiously to look.

She saw that the five men opposite all had white cloth wrapped around their heads, wore blue robes—seemingly scholarly attire—yet had bare legs, went barefoot, and wore earless hemp sandals.

"People of Shu…"

Ah Zhu was not like the ignorant maidservant of an ordinary household; seeing their distinctively characteristic attire, she recognized at once that they were from Shuzhou, not locals of Mount Huangshan.

And the reason many native Shu people dressed this way was related to the Marquis of Wu—Zhuge, who had lived a thousand years ago.

The Marquis of Wu had once bestowed his grace upon the people of Shu; when he passed away, the Shu people wore mourning for him, and even after a thousand years, the white cloth still remained on their heads.

By now, it had become a widespread custom throughout the Shu lands.

When Ah Zhu turned her head, the five men also got a clear look at her face, and their eyes immediately lit up, their hearts itching with desire.

The leader called out: "Boy, dismount! My brothers here want to make friends with you."

No sooner had his words fallen than the four men behind him chimed in in agreement.

Jiang Sishui, however, did not move. Looking down at the five clowns before him, he said lightly, "If it's about making friends, shouldn't you at least let me know who you are?"

The leader noticed the look in Jiang Sishui's eyes and felt very displeased, so he simply ignored him.

His lecherous eyes fixed unblinkingly on Ah Zhu, he leered: "Little beauty, I'm called Yu Renyan, from the Qingcheng Sect of Shuzhou. The few behind me are…"

Jiang Sishui cut in: "Then the few behind you must be the Four Beasts of Qingcheng."