Chapter 438: Another one lusting after brother's sacred physique? (2)
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438 Another one lusting after brother's sacred physique? (2)
"Is it... related to your legs, Master?" Du Yun'er voice was tinged with a mix of skepticism and concern.
"..."
The silence that followed was telling.
Huang Juncheng's expression, previously an unreadable mask, darkened significantly—a silent affirmation that Du Yun'er's guess struck closer to the truth than he preferred.
Indeed, the mystery of how the Dynasty's strongest warrior had become confined to a wheelchair was a topic of much speculation and whispered rumors.
Some whispered of covert actions by foreign nations, envious of his power and seeking to cripple the Dynasty's might.
Others speculated about the wrath of the Divine Mountain, a place shrouded in mystery and awe.
Only Huang Juncheng held the key to the true sequence of events.
Once a figure of unrivaled strength and frivolous spirit, his life had taken a dramatic turn following a fateful encounter.
It wasn't just the loss of his mobility that the incident cost him, but also his most formidable weapon of destruction.
Now, he possessed the weapon still, yet it lay dormant, stripped of its devastating power.
The catalyst for this seismic shift in his fate was none other than a young woman seeking asylum from the Divine Mountain—a place as revered as it was feared within the Dynasty.
Cloaked in the dense aura of heaven and earth, the Divine Mountain was the pinnacle of cultivation, a paradise that every cultivator aspired to reach.
Yet, its beauty belied a ruthless truth; without significant strength or powerful allies, one would be crushed like an ant within its sacred bounds. nove(l)bi(n.)com
Even to the martial ancestors revered across the lands, the peaks of the Divine Mountain were merciless, reducing even these untouched beings to mere cannon fodder.
....
In offering sanctuary to the mysterious woman and her companions, Huang Juncheng was far from altruistic.
Zhang Mingxuan sank into contemplation, but Du Yun'er's reaction was visceral; her face flushed with a fiery anger. "No! I refuse to accept it!" Her outburst startled the others.
"I will confront him myself! I wish to gauge the strength that you, Master, have acknowledged!"
"Wait—" Huang Juncheng began, but before he could articulate his thoughts, Du Yun'er had already departed.
09:21
"Since he has violated the Martial Arts Association's laws, I will apprehend him personally," she declared with unwavering conviction.
"Wait—" Huang Juncheng began, but before he could articulate his thoughts, Du Yun'er had already departed.
Whoosh!
Her silhouette ignited into flames, transforming her into a streak of light that pierced through the air, rapidly diminishing as she sped towards the mountain, her figure swiftly crossing the region.
"Master, aren't you going to stop her?" Zhang Mingxuan asked, concern etching his features.
Huang Juncheng, maneuvering his wheelchair to face the departing trail, sighed deeply. "If you possess the strength, then go ahead and halt this impending clash of the phoenix and dragon," he said, his voice tinged with resignation.
Du Yun'er hailed from an ancient lineage within the capital, choosing Huang Juncheng as her master out of respect for his knowledge and power. Huang was content with the mobility he had left and had no desire to see his legs—or hers—reduced to ashes in a reckless confrontation.
Meanwhile, Zhang Wei remained blissfully oblivious as another woman hurtled toward him with the speed of a bullet train, consumed by lust for his sacred body!
__________
"Achoo!" Leng Mei, the mysterious figure behind Huang Juncheng's affliction, sneezed abruptly. She rubbed her nose, a puzzled expression crossing her features. "Who could be cursing me now?" she mused, her curiosity piqued by the sudden irritation.
From the corner of the room, Hu Jia, ever the diligent caretaker despite her advanced years, paused in her sweeping.
She looked towards Leng Mei, her expression a blend of concern and mild exasperation. "Miss, I'd wager it's the dust. These quarters haven't been properly cleaned in what seems like ages. Living in such an environment isn't advisable," she remarked, her tone gentle yet firm, a subtle encouragement for better living conditions.
"What?" Leng Mei's eyes narrowed, taken aback by the unexpected critique. 'Am I feeding this old lady too well? Since when did she start nipping at her owner?' she pondered, half-amused and half-irritated. "...Or perhaps... the fault does lie with me?"
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438 Another one lusting after brother's sacred physique? (2)
"Is it... related to your legs, Master?" Du Yun'er voice was tinged with a mix of skepticism and concern.
"..."
The silence that followed was telling.
Huang Juncheng's expression, previously an unreadable mask, darkened significantly—a silent affirmation that Du Yun'er's guess struck closer to the truth than he preferred.
Indeed, the mystery of how the Dynasty's strongest warrior had become confined to a wheelchair was a topic of much speculation and whispered rumors.
Some whispered of covert actions by foreign nations, envious of his power and seeking to cripple the Dynasty's might.
Others speculated about the wrath of the Divine Mountain, a place shrouded in mystery and awe.
Only Huang Juncheng held the key to the true sequence of events.
Once a figure of unrivaled strength and frivolous spirit, his life had taken a dramatic turn following a fateful encounter.
It wasn't just the loss of his mobility that the incident cost him, but also his most formidable weapon of destruction.
Now, he possessed the weapon still, yet it lay dormant, stripped of its devastating power.
The catalyst for this seismic shift in his fate was none other than a young woman seeking asylum from the Divine Mountain—a place as revered as it was feared within the Dynasty.
Cloaked in the dense aura of heaven and earth, the Divine Mountain was the pinnacle of cultivation, a paradise that every cultivator aspired to reach.
Yet, its beauty belied a ruthless truth; without significant strength or powerful allies, one would be crushed like an ant within its sacred bounds. nove(l)bi(n.)com
Even to the martial ancestors revered across the lands, the peaks of the Divine Mountain were merciless, reducing even these untouched beings to mere cannon fodder.
....
In offering sanctuary to the mysterious woman and her companions, Huang Juncheng was far from altruistic.
Zhang Mingxuan sank into contemplation, but Du Yun'er's reaction was visceral; her face flushed with a fiery anger. "No! I refuse to accept it!" Her outburst startled the others.
"I will confront him myself! I wish to gauge the strength that you, Master, have acknowledged!"
"Wait—" Huang Juncheng began, but before he could articulate his thoughts, Du Yun'er had already departed.
09:21
"Since he has violated the Martial Arts Association's laws, I will apprehend him personally," she declared with unwavering conviction.
"Wait—" Huang Juncheng began, but before he could articulate his thoughts, Du Yun'er had already departed.
Whoosh!
Her silhouette ignited into flames, transforming her into a streak of light that pierced through the air, rapidly diminishing as she sped towards the mountain, her figure swiftly crossing the region.
"Master, aren't you going to stop her?" Zhang Mingxuan asked, concern etching his features.
Huang Juncheng, maneuvering his wheelchair to face the departing trail, sighed deeply. "If you possess the strength, then go ahead and halt this impending clash of the phoenix and dragon," he said, his voice tinged with resignation.
Du Yun'er hailed from an ancient lineage within the capital, choosing Huang Juncheng as her master out of respect for his knowledge and power. Huang was content with the mobility he had left and had no desire to see his legs—or hers—reduced to ashes in a reckless confrontation.
Meanwhile, Zhang Wei remained blissfully oblivious as another woman hurtled toward him with the speed of a bullet train, consumed by lust for his sacred body!
__________
"Achoo!" Leng Mei, the mysterious figure behind Huang Juncheng's affliction, sneezed abruptly. She rubbed her nose, a puzzled expression crossing her features. "Who could be cursing me now?" she mused, her curiosity piqued by the sudden irritation.
From the corner of the room, Hu Jia, ever the diligent caretaker despite her advanced years, paused in her sweeping.
She looked towards Leng Mei, her expression a blend of concern and mild exasperation. "Miss, I'd wager it's the dust. These quarters haven't been properly cleaned in what seems like ages. Living in such an environment isn't advisable," she remarked, her tone gentle yet firm, a subtle encouragement for better living conditions.
"What?" Leng Mei's eyes narrowed, taken aback by the unexpected critique. 'Am I feeding this old lady too well? Since when did she start nipping at her owner?' she pondered, half-amused and half-irritated. "...Or perhaps... the fault does lie with me?"
438 Another one lusting after brother's sacred physique? 2 "Is it... related to your legs, Master?" Du Yun'er voice was tinged with a mix of skepticism and concern. "..." The silence that followed was telling. Huang Juncheng's expression, previously an unreadable mask, darkened significantlya silent affirmation that Du Yun'er's guess struck closer to the truth than he preferred. Indeed, the mystery of how the Dynasty's strongest warrior had become confined to a wheelchair was a topic of much speculation and whispered rumors. Some whispered of covert actions by foreign nations, envious of his power and seeking to cripple the Dynasty's might. Others speculated about the wrath of the Divine Mountain, a place shrouded in mystery and awe. Only Huang Juncheng held the key to the true sequence of events. Once a figure of unrivaled strength and frivolous spirit, his life had taken a dramatic turn following a fateful encounter. It wasn't just the loss of his mobility that the incident cost him, but also his most formidable weapon of destruction. Now, he possessed the weapon still, yet it lay dormant, stripped of its devastating power. The catalyst for this seismic shift in his fate was none other than a young woman seeking asylum from the Divine Mountaina place as revered as it was feared within the Dynasty. Cloaked in the dense aura of heaven and earth, the Divine Mountain was the pinnacle of cultivation, a paradise that every cultivator aspired to reach. Yet, its beauty belied a ruthless truth; without significant strength or powerful allies, one would be crushed like an ant within its sacred bounds. novelbin.comEven to the martial ancestors revered across the lands, the peaks of the Divine Mountain were merciless, reducing even these untouched beings to mere cannon fodder. .... In offering sanctuary to the mysterious woman and her companions, Huang Juncheng was far from altruistic. Zhang Mingxuan sank into contemplation, but Du Yun'er's reaction was visceral; her face flushed with a fiery anger. "No! I refuse to accept it!" Her outburst startled the others. "I will confront him myself! I wish to gauge the strength that you, Master, have acknowledged!" "Wait" Huang Juncheng began, but before he could articulate his thoughts, Du Yun'er had already departed. 09:21 "Since he has violated the Martial Arts Association's laws, I will apprehend him personally," she declared with unwavering conviction. "Wait" Huang Juncheng began, but before he could articulate his thoughts, Du Yun'er had already departed. Whoosh! Her silhouette ignited into flames, transforming her into a streak of light that pierced through the air, rapidly diminishing as she sped towards the mountain, her figure swiftly crossing the region. "Master, aren't you going to stop her?" Zhang Mingxuan asked, concern etching his features. Huang Juncheng, maneuvering his wheelchair to face the departing trail, sighed deeply. "If you possess the strength, then go ahead and halt this impending clash of the phoenix and dragon," he said, his voice tinged with resignation. Du Yun'er hailed from an ancient lineage within the capital, choosing Huang Juncheng as her master out of respect for his knowledge and power. Huang was content with the mobility he had left and had no desire to see his legsor hersreduced to ashes in a reckless confrontation. Meanwhile, Zhang Wei remained blissfully oblivious as another woman hurtled toward him with the speed of a bullet train, consumed by lust for his sacred body! __________ "Achoo!" Leng Mei, the mysterious figure behind Huang Juncheng's affliction, sneezed abruptly. She rubbed her nose, a puzzled expression crossing her features. "Who could be cursing me now?" she mused, her curiosity piqued by the sudden irritation. From the corner of the room, Hu Jia, ever the diligent caretaker despite her advanced years, paused in her sweeping. She looked towards Leng Mei, her expression a blend of concern and mild exasperation. "Miss, I'd wager it's the dust. These quarters haven't been properly cleaned in what seems like ages. Living in such an environment isn't advisable," she remarked, her tone gentle yet firm, a subtle encouragement for better living conditions. "What?" Leng Mei's eyes narrowed, taken aback by the unexpected critique. 'Am I feeding this old lady too well? Since when did she start nipping at her owner?' she pondered, half-amused and half-irritated. "...Or perhaps... the fault does lie with me?"
