In an instant, the most direct images of a man's and woman's bodies were presented before his eyes. Mu Yunhe watched calmly, his eyes devoid of any lust or desire, even showing a hint of disgust. But he still restrained himself. Beside him, the Poison Saint shamelessly explained to him the characteristics of a woman's body, the characteristics of a man's body, and how a child could be born.
As he explained, Mu Yunhe seemed to understand a little, but some parts were still puzzling. Could a baby be born in that kind of place? It didn't look like anything special, so how did one get in?
When the man finally got that thing to the woman, the Poison Saint said at the opportune moment, "Now you can reuse this spot on me, keep using it until you feel like crying and shedding tears. Then you can leave all your tears on Luo Zhiheng without hesitation. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Poison Saint was now completely convinced that Mu Yunhe was a naive little rabbit, so he asked this question because he was afraid that if he spoke too subtly or profoundly, Mu Yunhe, this idiot, would not understand.
Mu Yunhe gave him a mocking look and said, "Are you sick in the head?"
"I'm helping you, and you're cursing me? You're the one who's sick!" Poison Saint roared.
Mu Yunhe said in a sinister tone, "This is the first time, so I'll assume you're senile. But if you mention Aheng again, I'll destroy you. Even the King of the World can't save you! So, please have some self-respect!"
The Poison Saint nearly choked to death, but dared not challenge Mu Yunhe in his current state. He knew Mu Yunhe wasn't joking, and he himself wasn't ready to die, so he wisely kept quiet. But in his heart, he cursed Mu Yunhe, calling him a traitor who bit the hand that feeds him. He was helping to teach someone, and he was wrong?
Inside the house, the absurd things continued, while outside, the two women were fuming and their eyes were bloodshot.
Luo Zhiheng felt like banging her head against a wall! Mu Yunhe had been tricked into coming here because he wanted to know how to have a child? What kind of absurd logic and reason was that? But she just couldn't help believing him, because her little Hehe was so naive that he didn't even know what erotic pictures were. Damn it, Mu Yunhe, that idiot, had he gone astray again? But why didn't he ask a reliable person? Why ask the most unreliable one?
"I really can't take it anymore! Your darling, I have to teach her a lesson today! If you have any scores to settle, we can settle them when we get back!" Luo Zhiheng said through gritted teeth.
The king's chest heaved violently as he said in a sinister tone, "Pack him however you like, but remember to leave him alive. I'm going to personally cut him!"
Luo Zhiheng grinned maliciously, "Just watch."
You bastard, you poison master! Watch how I torture you to death, you old bastard!
Luo Zhiheng had her wet nurse bring her a veil, covered her face, changed her clothes, gently pushed open the door, and gracefully walked in.
The repulsive, ambiguous sounds in the room continued, along with the Poison Saint's exaggerated laughter. Mu Yunhe had stopped watching and closed his eyes to rest. The room reeked of pungent smoke and blood. Luo Zhiheng's arrival immediately attracted everyone's attention. Simply because Luo Zhiheng walked in such an unconventional way!
Her slender, supple waist twisted almost into a large snake shape, swaying from side to side. Her gaze was soft and affectionate, as if it could drip water. She flirted with the Poison Saint with a thousand charming glances, each one electrifying and sending shivers down one's spine.
When the Poison Saint saw the mysterious veiled woman walk in, he didn't think much of it and laughed loudly, "Oh my, another beauty has arrived! Come on, give this old man a kiss!"
Luo Zhiheng obediently walked over, slowly extending her hand. Her soft, snow-white hands and slender, jade-like fingers made the Poison Saint's eyes widen. He chuckled and reached out his hand, but just as his hand was about to grasp Luo Zhiheng's, she suddenly withdrew it, laughing sweetly, her laughter shaking her body. She easily moved behind him, pushing aside the two women who were sitting stiffly beside the Poison Saint. She wrapped her arms around the Poison Saint's neck from behind, saying in a coquettish voice, "Master, how about letting me serve you?"
The Poison Saint had never encountered anyone like him who would actively seek him out. He thought gleefully, "Even without my looks, I still have admirers. That bastard Qin Yinshi is just a womanizer." He laughed loudly, "Good! Serve me well, and you'll be richly rewarded!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Luo Zhiheng giggled and touched his neck as she walked forward. The moment she appeared in front of the Poison Saint, she suddenly raised her hand high and then brought it down heavily.
That was infuriating. A loud slap followed, and the entire room fell silent!
Luo Zhiheng slapped the Poison Saint so hard that his entire face turned to the side. The naive prostitutes screamed, and Mu Yunhe finally turned his gaze to the person who had just entered.
Mu Yunhe frowned immediately upon seeing the person's back. He instinctively felt a sense of familiarity, but then thought it unlikely. The voice was disgusting; Aheng wouldn't make such a sound. The clothes were tacky; Aheng wouldn't like wearing them. He must be overthinking it.
Luo Zhiheng's slap was quite forceful, not only forceful but also vicious, because she hit a facial acupoint that could completely numb the Poison Saint's face for a while.
So, besides feeling pain, the Poison Saint was also shocked and angry. But after a while, he turned his face around and roared with a sinister look in his eyes, "You dare to hit me!"
He would have been better off not speaking, because as soon as he did, Luo Zhiheng unexpectedly raised her other hand again, then brought it down heavily, slapping the Poison Saint across the other side of his face with a loud crack. The Poison Saint's face immediately swelled up. 16648833
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Chapter 278: The Queens Have Arrived!! (Bonus Chapter for 39,000 Recommendation Votes)
Updated: 2013-08-22 19:13:03 Word Count: 3761
Chapter 278: The Queens Have Arrived!! (Bonus Chapter for 39,000 Recommendation Votes)
Luo Zhiheng's violence immediately caused a huge uproar. Everyone looked at her as if she were a monster. This woman is too fierce! She actually dared to hit that despicable old man. But... good for her! That was so satisfying! This shameless old bastard deserves to be beaten! When did they get such a powerful sister?
"Hit him harder! Beat the old man to death!" The brothel women had no restraint. Seeing the old man being beaten by their 'sisters' without any chance to fight back, the women immediately cheered and shouted, and some of the bolder women even rushed up and kicked the Poison Saint a few times.
Poison Saint, having been beaten, lost his temper and roared as he tried to stand up. However, those who didn't know him would never realize that this guy was all bark and no bite, a cowardly old man who bullied the weak and feared the strong. So, while everyone else ran away in fear, Luo Zhiheng was not afraid at all. Instead, she slapped Poison Saint hard on the head, pointed at his nose, and glared at him, saying, "Sit down! Now!"
Poison Saint Bao'e Luo Zhiheng's gaze faltered for a moment, a strange sense of familiarity washing over him. He couldn't quite place the feeling, but instinctively sat down. Once he realized what it was, Poison Saint felt humiliated and immediately roared in fury, "You bastard! How dare you hit me and order me around? You're asking for death!"
"I'm not only going to hit you, I'm going to curse you too!" Luo Zhiheng said fiercely, then opened her arms wide and let out all the anger she had been holding back, cursing, "You shameless old bastard, you're just wasting air while you're alive and wasting land when you die. You've only been in this world for a few decades and instead of accumulating virtue, you've done harm. I've never seen such a scoundrel as you, you're not even human."
"The sky is so blue, but it's tainted by you, this dark cloud spreading gloom. The well is so clear, but it's narrowed by you, this stinking frog. Life is so beautiful, but it's stained by you, this shameless bastard. Flowers are always so vibrant, but they wither because of you, this bumblebee. Trees should be evergreen, but they die because of you, this giant termite. Humanity is so pure, but it's filthy and flawed because of you, this bastard!"
"Confucius taught us not to be ashamed to ask questions of those who are less knowledgeable than ourselves, not to be shameless in asking questions! He also taught us to be tireless in teaching others, not tireless in destroying them!! You have a head of white hair and look like a wise and experienced old man, but I never expected you to be a hypocritical old scoundrel who has done all sorts of despicable things and harmed the little Mianyang! How can you still have the face to live?"
Luo Zhiheng was filled with heroic spirit and fierceness. She rolled up her sleeves and spoke in a clear, smooth and rapid voice, cursing with great gusto and satisfaction, as if she wanted to continue for another three hundred rounds.
The group of people listened, stunned and speechless, staring at the woman who was so confidently and forcefully hurling insults at them. A chill ran down their spines. Who was this woman? None of their sisters seemed to possess this ability! She was incredibly powerful!
Poison Saint was also pale-faced, being inexplicably and viciously insulted. He had absolutely no power to retaliate, and lacked the ability to think critically. His inherently foolish nature kicked in, and he was completely dumbfounded, unable to understand why the person in front of him was insulting him. He simply accepted the insults without thinking. Deep down, however, he felt a little wronged. "Damn it," he thought, "even when that lecherous woman Qin Yinshi lured me into bed, she didn't dare insult me like this!"
Luo Zhiheng was truly enraged; she had never been so furious, so intensely motivated by a urge to strangle someone alive. The Poison Saint had won; he had triumphed because he had successfully provoked Luo Zhiheng!
How dare you teach Mu Yunhe so many restricted things, and they're all so damn impure! You're so relentlessly corrupting people, you can't do this! You bastard, I'll teach you a lesson you won't hesitate to teach!
Mu Yunhe's wide eyes suddenly narrowed. His expression remained calm, but a faint hint of joy and happiness flickered in his eyes. His tense body and nerves relaxed abruptly, and he exuded an indescribable elegance and composure. Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his chin, intently watching the woman's retreating figure, a deadly smile playing on his lips.
Ah Heng, you've finally arrived! I was terrified if you hadn't come. The women here are so scary; Ah Heng is the best. A fierce tigress is so much cuter than those naked she-wolves! No, those wooden leopards can't compare to my tigress; they're not worthy! 16649700
Seeing the Poison Saint hanging his head, looking dejected after being scolded, Luo Zhiheng suddenly changed her demeanor and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Oh, sir, how was my performance just now? Did you like it?"
The Poison Saint looked up blankly, his eyes innocent, and his arrogance had subsided. He asked, somewhat bewildered, "Acting? What were you doing just now...?"
"I'm just trying to make you happy. They say a beating is a sign of affection, and scolding is a sign of love. I truly love and cherish you so much that I don't know how else to treat you properly, which is why I made this direct confession. You're the most manly man I've ever seen. Mature, steady, wealthy, and special. You truly make my heart flutter and my soul tremble. Ever since I saw your wise and heroic appearance, I've fallen deeply in love with you, and I really wish I could be with you right now!" Luo Zhiheng said shyly and coyly, rambling on and on, every word spoken from the bottom of her heart, with utmost sincerity and devotion.
Poison Saint's spirits lifted. The advantage of being a fool is that you can't distinguish truth from falsehood; you believe whatever anyone says. He suddenly felt that he truly was brilliant, handsome, and extraordinary, attracting countless women to fall at his feet! There was no reason why only Qin Yinshi liked him, right? See, see, he had hidden his true appearance and searched for so many years, and finally met a woman who truly understood him.
A woman who doesn't care about his looks or abilities, a woman who only loves him for who he is. Qin Yinshi, if only you were here! Come and see! I finally won a beauty's favor not just because of my looks. I've finally turned things around! (A sarcastic expression of admiration)
"Hahaha! You have such good taste, beautiful lady! I'm exactly as you said. Here, take all this money. You have such excellent judgment!" Poison Saint was so happy he couldn't stop grinning, and stuffed all the silver notes on the table into Luo Zhiheng's hands.
Luo Zhiheng accepted the money with a smile, never refusing a bribe. No one would complain about having too much money, right? After taking the money, her attitude became even gentler. She walked behind the Poison Saint and gently massaged his shoulders, saying, "Sir, you are the real gentleman. You are so generous and magnanimous. You are the most unconcerned about money I have ever met. You are a true man."
"Hahaha, well said. This money wasn't originally mine; it was forced upon me by someone else. Since she was willing to give it to me, why shouldn't I take it? Anyway, it's someone else's money, so it's her own fault for being willing to give it to me." Poison Saint said this with a bit of guilt, but at the same time, he felt a little happy despite his pent-up resentment.
No man wants to spend a woman's money, nor does he want to be supported by a woman. Poison Saint considered himself a real man, so why did he change so drastically when he was with Qin Yinshi? Qin Yinshi gave him money without a second thought, telling him to buy whatever he liked. Please, he was a man, with manly dignity! How could she treat him like a woman? Poison Saint was very unhappy, and this became a source of resentment, making him hate Qin Yinshi's money whenever he saw it.
Luo Zhiheng glanced quickly at the doorway, secretly amused. "Speak, speak, you old fool! The more you say, the better. Ideally, you'll infuriate the Prince so much that he'll chop you to pieces, then she can rest easy."
"So, are you angry that they just hit and scolded you?" Luo Zhiheng gently stroked the Poison Saint's weed-like white hair, asking with a smile.
"Don't be angry, haha, isn't it true that hitting someone is a sign of affection? How could I be angry?" Poison Saint laughed loudly, but his lips twitched slightly. Even if he wasn't angry, couldn't he have been a little gentler? That really hurt. Qin Yinshi had only ever slapped him once in his life, and that hadn't hurt like this.
"I see..." Luo Zhiheng drawled, her hand tracing up his hair. Suddenly, she grabbed the middle of his hair and pulled it forward forcefully, her voice dark as she said, "Since you like being hit so much, how can I not grant your wish? Come on, let our love come even more fiercely!"
She grabbed the Poison Saint by the hair and slammed his head against the table in front of him. The head hit the table with a loud bang, and the Poison Saint screamed and struggled violently.
"Let me go! Let me go right now! Don't love me like this, it hurts so much, you fucking let me go!" Poison Saint roared, but it didn't stop Luo Zhiheng at all. Enraged, Poison Saint reached behind Luo Zhiheng's head and forcefully grabbed her hand, pulling upwards. The two struggled violently. 17.
Suddenly, with a hissing sound, Poison Saint roared and strained forward, while Luo Zhiheng pulled back with all her might. The reaction force between the two of them grew stronger and stronger, and finally, with a thud, Poison Saint crashed into the table and overturned it. Luo Zhiheng staggered back a few steps, stopped, and stared blankly at the messy hair in her hands, dumbfounded.
She actually... ripped all of the Poison Saint's hair out?!
Oh no, I'm doomed! I've messed up! Now it's not just the King of the World who's going to destroy the Poison Saint, it'll probably be her! Who told her to turn the King of the World's beloved man from a beggar in the Beggars' Sect into a Shaolin monk?
People around her gasped in shock. Luo Zhiheng's heart skipped a beat; the Poison Saint must have his head torn open. She cautiously looked up, only to be suddenly stunned! She stared in disbelief.
When did that man with the magnificent chestnut-colored hair appear? His hair reflected the light, its color both luxurious and deep, cascading down like a waterfall to his waist. The man slowly stood up, turned around, and once again left Luo Zhiheng speechless.
The Poison Saint, who had just had his beard ripped off and his wig pulled off, now sported a wrinkled old face and roared through gritted teeth, "How dare you hit me!"
Luo Zhiheng was dumbfounded. She hadn't expected Larry's disheveled beard and hair to be fake! What about him was real? Even his face probably wasn't real! Luo Zhiheng threw down the wig and sneered, "So what if I hit you? Can't I hit you?"
"Of course not! No one in this world has the right or the power to hit me!" the Poison Saint roared.
"Is there really no one qualified or entitled to strike you? Then is there none for me either!" A chilling voice swept in like a hurricane, causing the temperature in the room to plummet. The King abruptly pushed open the door, stepping in with immense pressure and eyes like those of a jackal or a tiger.
The Poison Saint gasped, utterly horrified! He then abruptly looked at Luo Zhiheng! The World King had arrived, so could this person before him be...?
Luo Zhiheng alluringly removed her veil, then gave her a flirtatious wink, her smile laced with a sinister glint in her eyes, and said, "We're here. Are you surprised?"
Poison Saint wanted to cry. He thought, he's finished!
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279 The King inquires about the matter! Special punishment! A purposeful act of pleading guilty with thorns on one's back!
Updated: 2013-08-23 12:53:30 Word Count: 7628
The Poison Saint was absolutely right; he was finished, utterly and completely finished! He had enraged the World King, unleashing decades of suppressed longing, fury, waiting, and pain. The World King's wrath was no small matter.
So when Poison Saint tried to escape but was grabbed by the ears and hair by the World King, Luo Zhiheng saw despair on Poison Saint's face.
"Does no one have the right to hit you? What do you think you are? Do you think everyone treats you like a precious treasure like I do? Lou Yun, you are too arrogant, or have you always been so brainless? Just like before, an idiot?" The World King grabbed the Poison Saint by the ear, his smile icy cold.
The Poison Saint was truly terrified by the King's appearance. Even the King's rage decades ago hadn't been as frightening as this. They had been through a lot together, and what the Poison Saint disliked most about the King was her arrogant and self-important attitude. The King never treated him like a man, but rather like a pet she favored, summoning him at will and dismissing him at will, leaving him with absolutely no dignity or face as a man.
But the king was indeed good to him, yet that kind of goodness was equally suffocating. He was a bird kept in a gilded cage by the king, living in a magnificent and noble house, enjoying the most prestigious treatment, and being envied by others. But a caged bird is not raised from a young age; he had seen the outside sky and disliked the comfort and confinement of the cage. He said that for normal humans, a man has three wives and four concubines, but suddenly a woman takes a liking to him and snatches him away, abruptly overturning all his understanding!
In the Silver Moon Kingdom, it's a woman's world. Aside from the royal princesses, most women there are somewhat rugged in appearance. It's a mysterious kingdom completely opposite to a patriarchal society. Men there have low status, referring to themselves as wives and concubines. The brothels there boast a dazzling array of men holding minor official positions. It's bizarre that brothels are run by men, not women. 16654314
Furthermore, every woman in the Silver Moon Kingdom is capable of riding and fighting on horseback, and is skilled in archery and wrestling. Respectable men there wear veils when they go out, and unmarried men wear veiled hats. There, men are the ones who marry; women are like gods, and men are expected to warm their beds. The women there are tyrants, shamelessly flirting with men—of course, this is normal there.
He had once been afraid that in that place, women had the final say and men were treated like women. He wondered if men would also bear children. However, he later learned that thankfully, it wasn't that extreme. Women did bear children, but only with their principal husbands. Only concubines of high-ranking officials and nobles were entitled to have children with their wives. Therefore, men were quite few in the Silver Moon Kingdom.
For a toxic saint born and raised in a patriarchal society, such a world was a complete upheaval and a blinding destruction.
He possessed a man's dignity and integrity; he longed to marry and have children. But one day, a woman took a liking to him, and without asking any questions or even his opinion, she abducted him, forced him into a marriage ceremony, and that very night, forced him to consummate their relationship. How could this venerable, ruthless man possibly bear such a situation?
He had always carried a deep-seated trauma: he, a grown man, had been raped by a woman, a wound that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
The Poison Saint felt aggrieved whenever he thought about the past. Although he was handsome, you couldn't force him, could you? He was a gentleman! Forcing him didn't work, so they drugged him. Later, the Poison Saint got angry and started poisoning the World King. You give him aphrodisiacs, he'll give you poison, you bastard!
That's how hatred was born. The King, with his domineering, tyrannical, and ruthless ways, ruined a virtuous man, leaving the Poison Saint's heart extremely fragile for so many years. However, due to the immense oppression and fear the King had inflicted on him, he dared not engage in casual conversation with other women.