The night was deep and dense, with red dots twinkling all over the mountain—those were Horizontal Halberd soldiers carrying torches, hunting down Yu Guangting and his remaining forces.

Not far from that sea of torches, in the pitch-black tangled grass, Jing Hengbo crouched before Gong Yin, troubled.

After that flash of inspiration made her knock out her husband… oh no, Old Gong, she suddenly realized that now might not be the best time for sowing and flowering.

The battle wasn’t over yet, Yu Guangting hadn’t been captured, Pei Shu and Potian’s lives were unknown—for her to knock out a man and sleep with him at this time… cough cough, she seemed to still be some distance from debauchery.

She had knocked him out not just because of that ovulation period, but also because she suddenly remembered Long Qing’s words about how dual cultivation seemed very beneficial for the Long family. Though she hadn’t obtained the dual cultivation method from Long Qing, just looking at how Gong Yin’s arms could move after their last romp, maybe if they slept together again, his legs would become nimble too.

However, once he became nimble, would he run away even faster? This was a question worth pondering.

Also, if she wanted to take advantage again this time, she couldn’t keep being vague with Gong Yin. How would Gong Yin choose when the time came? Would he end this current phase of exploration and uncertainty and just run away? This was also a question requiring careful consideration.

Not sleeping would leave her unsatisfied, but sleeping might mean never getting to sleep with him again. Life had actually fallen into a dilemma over the question of whether to sleep or not sleep. Her Majesty the Queen sighed toward the heavens—what was wrong with this world? With such beauty as mine, shouldn’t countless men be worrying about how to sleep with me? Why had it become me constantly worrying about how to sleep with him?

The world was so fucked up it brought tears to one’s eyes.

Even more fucked up was that she heard voices.

…

Time rewound to the moment when Pei Shu was dragged down the cliff by Meng Potian.

The two tumbled and rolled all the way down, crushing flowers and breaking leaves. After bumping their heads and bruising their waists, they finally “splash!” rolled into a pool at the bottom of the cliff.

During the fall, the furious Young Marshal Pei had countless times wanted to push the troublesome woman out of his arms, but never followed through. However, once they hit the water, he immediately pushed Meng Potian away without a word and scrambled onto shore with swift hands and feet.

Pei Shu climbed ashore and looked up to see towering cliffs—this precipice was indeed very high. The reason they were unharmed was first because they had fallen from midway up the mountain with various buffers along the way, so the actual distance wasn’t that great, and second because Pei Shu had aimed for the right spot when falling, avoiding the jagged rocky ground and choosing the pool.

The area at the bottom of the cliff wasn’t large, with winding paths and lush mountain stones and trees. In the darkness it looked like countless shadows, but Pei Shu was rather pleased—this type of terrain might very well have paths leading up or out.

Having fallen from a great height, his body was covered with countless scrapes large and small. Pei Shu searched around and found some medicinal herbs, pounding them into a paste to apply to his wounds. This pool water looked like stagnant water, not very clean—he didn’t want his wounds to get infected.

Just as he was about to dress his wounds, he suddenly stopped and frowned, staring at the water surface—why hadn’t that troublesome woman surfaced yet?

There was no one on the water’s surface, only a strand of long hair floating, slowly sinking…

Pei Shu abruptly threw away the herbs in his hands and with a “splash” jumped back into the water.

Water splashed high into the air.

The moment he entered the water.

From behind those shadowy mountain stones and trees, several dark figures slowly emerged.

Tall and short, with large builds—looking closer, it was because they all wore cloaks.

The leader had his entire face hidden in his cloak, gazing calmly at the pool. He crouched down, and from his wide sleeves, a snake slowly slid out.

The man’s gaze was also like a snake’s, cold and sinister.

Pei Shu hadn’t guessed wrong—this mountain cliff connected to mountains with paths leading down.

He also hadn’t guessed wrong—the cloaked figure, hearing that “So it’s you!” would definitely come down to investigate. But concerned about Gong Yin and all of Jing Hengbo’s soldiers throughout the mountains, he had chosen another path, taking more time to reach the bottom of this cliff.

That snake slithered toward the medicinal herbs Pei Shu had just thrown down to dress his wounds, coiling and swimming around them for a while before hissing and flicking its tongue, then returning to the cloaked figure’s sleeve.

The cloaked figure looked very satisfied.

He liked to win through cunning, not brute force. Moreover, what he was doing had to succeed—it didn’t matter how many detours he took.

Pei Shu was a brave general. This type of person’s killing power in desperate situations was unmatched. Fighting a life-or-death duel with such a person would cost him dearly too, not to mention that to avoid detection he hadn’t brought many men. Whether he could even defeat Pei Shu was uncertain.

With one Meng Potian, plus this snake, everything became manageable.

He looked back—from here he could still vaguely see torches moving all over the mountain. Due to the terrain, this place actually wasn’t far from Jing Hengbo’s camp, just separated by half a mountain cliff, making it a rarely visited dead end.

There were Jing Hengbo’s troops in the mountains, Linzhou private armies waiting outside, and farther away, perhaps the armies of Yu Kingdom’s two princes had also arrived.

This was called fishing in muddy waters, pulling chestnuts from the fire, seeking opportunities in chaos.

He sat down comfortably and waited in the darkness.

At this moment Pei Shu was underwater rescuing someone, fifty zhang away the cloaked figure waited in shadows, and a hundred zhang away, Jing Hengbo had just caught up with Gong Yin who had led eight hundred elite soldiers to jump into a pit.

With a “splash,” Pei Shu surfaced, grabbing Meng Potian by the hair and swimming to shore, unceremoniously throwing her onto the bank.

Meng Potian lay there like a dead dog, her belly swollen and face deathly pale.

Pei Shu climbed ashore and, seeing her condition, snorted “Hmph!” in annoyance.

Damn, this girl actually couldn’t swim. If she couldn’t swim, why didn’t she cry for help earlier?

Maybe it was stubbornness, or maybe she was knocked unconscious when she hit the water. Fortunately he had noticed quickly—one step later and this girl really would have drowned.

“What a hopeless stupid woman!” Pei Shu grumbled with a belly full of regret. A breeze passed, and though his yang constitution wasn’t afraid of cold, he still felt the chill. Looking back at Meng Potian, her little face was even paler.

At this time they should light a fire and change clothes. Pei Shu felt around his body—after all that tumbling, his flint had long since been lost. Changing clothes was naturally also impossible.

He could only help Meng Potian sit up, placing both hands on her back to channel energy to dispel the cold.

The cloaked figure watching from the shadows looked even more satisfied. The more energy Pei Shu expended, the better his chances of victory.

Pei Shu was born with a blazing yang constitution and practiced yang fire true qi. Where his true qi passed was like scorching fire. Though powerful, it was domineering. After a short while, though Meng Potian’s complexion returned to a healthy flush, her brow furrowed—her meridians couldn’t withstand such domineering true qi.

Pei Shu withdrew his hands and helped her sit leaning against a rock. As he was helping her, his gaze fell and inadvertently landed on her chest.

The moonlight was bright at this moment, with strong reflections off the pool. All scenery was clearly visible. The extremely well-developed girl had struggled after falling in the water, leaving her clothes slightly open. She happened to be wearing light-colored garments that became transparent when wet, clinging tightly to her curvaceous body. Not only could he see the pale goose-yellow undergarment embroidered with touch-me-nots inside, he could even see how, due to her body’s stimulation, she was slightly… perky.

Pei Shu abruptly turned his gaze away and sat to one side. After thinking, he sat farther away. After more thought, he simply walked to the water’s edge and plunged both hands into the icy pool water.

His constitution was special, making him easily hot-blooded and impulsive. This scene before his eyes stimulated him far more than it would an ordinary person.

His hearing seemed to suddenly increase several fold, able to hear the soft breathing carried on the wind, along with the woman’s faint fragrance. That breathing seemed to carry a primitive, seductive rhythm, rising and falling, each breath making his heart’s fire flicker bright and dim…

Pei Shu suddenly plunged his head into the water with a splash. Only after a long while did he pull his head out, his hair and eyebrows black as ink in the moonlight.

Fortunately, someone with this type of personality also had particularly strong willpower. Silently reciting “Jing Hengbo” a thousand times in his mind, that restlessness improved somewhat. Pei Shu thought he still needed to find something to do, and seeing the herbs he had thrown down earlier, he went over to apply medicine to himself.

The herbs had a faint fishy smell, but his mind was agitated and distracted at the moment—how could he pay attention to such details? After dressing his wounds, he intended to ignore Meng Potian, but turning around he saw a deep scrape on her neck, the wound not shallow with blood flowing freely. If not treated early, it would likely leave a scar.

For a woman, scarring was very cruel, wasn’t it? Pei Shu hesitated for a while but still went over and applied the remaining herbal paste to Meng Potian’s wound.

At this point the fishy smell of the herbal paste was even stronger. He smelled it and, confirming it wasn’t poison, didn’t think much more about it.

In the shadows, the cloaked figure’s smile grew even deeper.

Of course it wasn’t poison. He couldn’t risk approaching to apply colorless, odorless poison, and all toxins from venomous animals were easily detected.

That was just a fire snake, born in blazing swamplands. One effect was to make contact feel like being burned by fire, another was to trigger inner fire. Long ago, he had once ordered its use on Jing Hengbo and Gong Yin, and that thing had probably left quite a deep impression on those two.

He believed this extremely yang substance would have a much stronger effect on Pei Shu than on Gong Yin. It might even burn Pei Shu to death.

Then he need only collect Pei Shu’s ready-made corpse and create the illusion that Gong Yin had killed him. Whether Jing Hengbo believed it or not, she would be grief-stricken and blame herself, and Gong Yin would also be affected.

With the enemy’s spirits broken, he would have opportunities, even if just to make those two suffer heartbreak.

His smile deepened further.

Look. Wasn’t this a wonderful way to kill? Time-saving, labor-saving, just requiring a little thought.

…

When Pei Shu applied the herbs to Meng Potian, perhaps touching her wound, Meng Potian suddenly moaned softly and opened her eyes.

The moment that moan reached his ears, Pei Shu’s expression changed drastically.

Just one woman’s melodious sound, and his body felt as if struck by a fire whip, suddenly jerking. In an instant a blazing fire ignited from deep in his dantian, rising, spreading… his blood boiled, meridians swelled, his entire body throbbed. His eyes couldn’t help but stare fixedly at Meng Potian’s chest, even his legs trembling slightly, faintly making an uncontrollable lunging posture, anticipating an unrestrained release…

Pei Shu knew this was terrible!

He suddenly sprang backward, desperately turning his eyes away, forcing himself not to look, not to listen, not to make contact.

He leaped toward the cold pool behind him—the icy pool could extinguish lustful fire.

A pair of arms suddenly wrapped around his neck. The arms were soft and slender, faintly carrying a maiden’s fragrance.

Pei Shu was thunderstruck.

At such a time his rationality was already limited—how could he withstand any seduction? Pei Shu looked down to see Meng Potian’s cheeks flushed, her eyes alluring, giggling as she hung on him.

Her body suddenly became very soft, soft as silk ribbons and smooth satin. In the friction and caressing, the heat and smoothness of skin penetrated his body. The fire within was fed a great armful of dry kindling and whooshed into a prairie blaze.

Pei Shu’s eyes had already turned crimson. He lowered his head abruptly, and before he could find Meng Potian’s lips, she had already actively offered her red lips.

In an instant there was shocking electricity between yin and yang, positive and negative attraction. Inside his body countless hot waves accompanied by electrical currents swept through. In his boiling blood, flowers of carnal desire bloomed. Lips and lips inseparably merged, skin and skin became one. Man and woman were so perfectly matched that pleasure obliterated reason. Pei Shu let out a sigh-like long moan from his throat, his hands rapidly searching. Meng Potian’s already disheveled outer garment fell away. Meng Potian seemed even more confused than him, constantly giggling while also reaching out to grope his body.

After all, she was a virgin and didn’t know the method. Her hands groped randomly, touching Pei Shu’s wound and thinking it was his belt, yanking hard downward.

Pei Shu felt a sharp pain and suddenly became slightly alert. Opening his eyes and seeing the situation clearly, he abruptly hoisted Meng Potian onto his shoulder and ran!

This came so suddenly—Meng Potian was in the heat of passion when suddenly heaven and earth turned upside down, all heat disappeared, cold wind blew over, and her body felt indescribably uncomfortable. She couldn’t help but “wah!” burst into tears.

Tears splashed on Pei Shu’s shoulder, but how could he pay attention? He gritted his teeth and ran straight ahead!

Straight ahead was exactly where the cloaked figure was located. He was watching the live erotic show with great interest, somewhat surprised that the fire snake saliva was so effective. He was calculating whether to generously wait for Pei Shu to finish before taking advantage, or strike when he was halfway through, when unexpectedly Pei Shu suddenly reined himself in mid-course. His reaction was extremely quick as he charged directly over.

The cloaked figure’s gaze sharply contracted—the Golden War God was truly formidable! Even at such a time, he could still think clearly. Guessing from his own abnormal condition that someone was plotting against him, he also guessed the plotter definitely hadn’t gone far but was nearby. He had even chosen the right direction in an instant—the cloaked figure’s position was directly facing the only exit from where Pei Shu was.

Pei Shu charging toward this place showed he had already guessed that the attacker, pleased with his masterpiece, would definitely be quietly enjoying the show from the most convenient viewing location.

This chain of reasoning included accurate judgment of terrain and even correct psychological profiling, all determined by Pei Shu in an instant while not fully conscious. The cloaked figure’s gaze became even more wary and cold—previously wanting to move against Pei Shu was mainly to strike at Jing Hengbo, but now it seemed he needed to add the Young Marshal’s name to his must-kill enemy list!

Leaving such a person beside Jing Hengbo gave him little chance of victory.

In the blink of an eye Pei Shu had charged over.

The cloaked figure’s subordinates were still caught up in the excitement of watching the intimate scene and couldn’t react at all.

Before Pei Shu arrived, his toe kicked up a boulder that flew through the air, crashing down toward the shadows.

This exit position was narrow—a few people standing there left no room. The cloaked figure had to order his subordinates to dodge with him, but as soon as he moved, Pei Shu suddenly disappeared from in front of him. Looking again, he had already leaped up, stepping on the large stone to fly over their heads.

After landing he didn’t pause, carrying Meng Potian as he fled!

The cloaked figure was dumbstruck—this was Pei Shu? The Pei Shu from rumors who was violent and arrogant, never retreating a single step?

By the time he got around the boulder, Pei Shu was already just a small dot. The cloaked figure gritted his teeth, seeing that there were far fewer torches on the mountain peaks, thought for a moment—”Chase!”

…

Pei Shu carried Meng Potian as he fled.

Anger and humiliation burned in his heart like fire. He wanted nothing more than to immediately throw down Meng Potian, turn back and flatten that guy into mincemeat. In his mind he had already simulated ten thousand miserable ways for the cloaked figure to die, simulated ten thousand times how he would return majestically to slaughter that shameless villain, but his feet ran even faster.

He had to run.

Already poisoned, his combat strength wasn’t what it used to be. More critically, he had a burden who was equally poisoned. In a real fight he would certainly be constrained everywhere. He couldn’t imagine what humiliating fate he and Meng Potian would suffer if he lost. That aside, more importantly, the opponent’s real target was Jing Hengbo. He dared not even think what this endlessly cunning fellow would do to strike at Jing Hengbo then.

Enduring momentary humiliation versus causing lifelong hatred—the Golden Young Marshal from rumors, violent and strong, never accepting insult, still chose the former.

He ran very fast toward the Horizontal Halberd Army camp from memory. At this time many torches on the mountain had been extinguished, the battle was basically over, and he could faintly hear soldiers cheering wave after wave. For now he could only run along this route.

On his shoulder Meng Potian had been jolted awake, her mind still fuzzy, bouncing on his back as she said: “Is someone chasing you…”

Hearing her voice now made Pei Shu feel like he was breaking down. He shouted: “Shut up!”

Meng Potian ignored him, looking ahead blankly. Her train of thought somehow connected with before she jumped off the cliff, and she suddenly said: “Pei Shu, I’m telling you Jing Hengbo is not a good person!”

Hearing the three words “Jing Hengbo,” Pei Shu suddenly felt another thunderous boom in his body. Involuntarily his mind flashed to the woman’s sleeping posture among the crabapple blossoms in the bedchamber, flashed to her warm, soft body and wonderful curves. He even seemed to faintly smell her rich fragrance at his nose. He was irritated, uncomfortable, his whole body burning, wanting nothing more than to throw Meng Potian down.

“Shut up!”

Meng Potian had used less medicine than him, and her fall had also muddled her brain somewhat. The drug’s greater effect on her was making her emotionally irritated—if her body couldn’t get release then her tongue would. She continued chattering: “Let’s go, let’s go far away, don’t stay with Jing Hengbo anymore. I’ve already severed ties with her! For that Gong Yin, she doesn’t trust me, won’t go save you, won’t help me either. This kind of heartless, ungrateful woman… Pei Shu, Pei Shu, you don’t have to like me, that’s fine, but I can’t bear to see you being foolish and suffering…”

Pei Shu was about to yell “shut up” again, but hearing the last sentence, he suddenly trembled.

For an instant his heart, hard as iron and stone, also seemed to waver. Then he gritted his teeth and angrily said: “What nonsense are you spouting? Jing Hengbo isn’t that kind of person!”

“None of you believe me!” Meng Potian also got fired up. “I saw with my own eyes, heard with my own ears!”

“No!” At this moment Pei Shu didn’t want to think about anything, didn’t want to ask about anything, only wanted to shout and curse loudly.

“Yes she is!” Meng Potian’s mind was actually also completely muddled, not really understanding what she was saying, but her voice was even louder than his.

Young man and woman, with unresolved fire—if they couldn’t sleep together, they’d compete in volume. It seemed the higher they shouted, the more climactic it was.

Bouncing up and down with internal turmoil, feeling terribly uncomfortable, Meng Potian’s legs couldn’t help twisting around. This nearly killed Pei Shu—he suddenly pressed down on her legs: “Don’t move!”

This press touched Meng Potian’s skin. Pei Shu moaned low, his eyes reddening again.

He felt like he was about to burn to death.

In his urgency he used too much force. Meng Potian cried out in pain, her heart dry, hateful, and resentful. She suddenly lowered her head and bit down hard on Pei Shu’s shoulder.

Blood immediately gushed out—Meng Potian loved gnawing bones and had very sharp teeth.

While biting she shouted loudly: “Kill Jing Hengbo!”

Pei Shu didn’t feel pain, or rather that bit of pain instead provoked his desire even more fiercely. With blood flowing and flames seeming to burst from his eyes, he ran while shouting, forgetting everything, his voice shaking the mountain forest: “I’d die before killing her!”

“Sleep with me!” Meng Potian shouted, her voice shrill, also shaking the mountain forest.

“I won’t sleep with you!” Pei Shu ran and shouted wildly, shouting out the deepest desire in his heart: “I only want to sleep with her!”

…

Jing Hengbo sat dumbly on the ground.

What she had heard was exactly this wild shouting.

She was drenched in cold sweat.

Just as she was sneakily thinking about sleeping with someone, she suddenly heard that person wildly shouting about wanting to sleep with her—her heart nearly stopped.

Why did people these days love startling others at every turn?

She stood up and peered into the darkness. Those voices just now seemed to be Meng Potian and Pei Shu?

Then she saw two people stacked like a human tower running over, running like madmen. She quickly waved: “Pei Shu!”

When Pei Shu heard her voice, he was thunderstruck and suddenly looked up at her.

Jing Hengbo only felt his eyes were red as dripping blood, almost eerie. Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, she suddenly saw several black shadows flash over like lightning.

She was greatly alarmed—what kind of people could chase Pei Shu like a beaten dog in the dead of night?

She quickly went up to meet them, grabbing Pei Shu.

This grab caused trouble.

The drug was still active in Pei Shu’s body. Animal-based drugs weren’t like ordinary aphrodisiacs that could be resolved with a splash of cold water—without the right antidote they wouldn’t dissipate quickly. His heart was deeply rooted in love for Jing Hengbo, and he was young and hot-blooded. Day and night in his dreams it was all her—she was the heroine of his spring dreams, the imagined object when his right hand’s little brother worked diligently. Just hearing her name made his heart restless with wild thoughts. Now seeing her in person, smelling her longed-for scent, seeing her cat-like round eyes in the moonlight, her red lips bright as fierce fire, feeling her palm soft and fingers slender, her palm warmly touching his skin…

He suddenly pounced forward.

“Oh!”

“Ah!”

Two exclamations—one was Meng Potian’s. When Pei Shu pounced he forgot about her, so Meng Potian tumbled down first.

The other was Jing Hengbo’s. Meng Potian fell on her, the medicine on her neck smearing Jing Hengbo’s face. Jing Hengbo cried out, licked the corner of her mouth, and retched: “What is this fishy stuff!”

A black shadow rushed over, grabbed Meng Potian and tossed her aside, then pounced toward Jing Hengbo.

No need to ask—it was Pei Shu.

Before he could pounce down, a hand suddenly reached over, fingers straight, fingertips snow-white, nails gleaming with icy light.

That finger appeared in midair, stabbing straight into Pei Shu’s qi sea.

“Bang.” Pei Shu collapsed at Jing Hengbo’s feet, his forehead heavily knocking against her foot, looking like he was kowtowing to her.

That snow-white finger didn’t stop, grabbing Pei Shu’s back and throwing him down a low cliff.

Jing Hengbo cried “Ah!” but couldn’t stop it in time, watching dumbstruck as the poor Young Marshal was thrown into another pit by the suddenly awakened Great God Gong.

Gong Yin, who had thrown a person into the pit, showed no guilt whatsoever—cliffs, falling, more falling, he was getting used to it.

Anyway this was a low cliff—those eight hundred soldiers who fell down weren’t killed, so the Young Marshal would naturally be fine too. He needed to come down from up high to clear his head and sober up.

Shouting all over the mountain about wanting to sleep with Jing Hengbo—did he think he was dead?

He wanted to play dead for once, so why did they have to interfere!

He looked up wearily, then suddenly his gaze sharpened—the cloaked figure!

The cloaked figure across the way also saw him and stopped, his gaze flickering.

Gong Yin immediately looked at Jing Hengbo, was about to say something, when he suddenly froze.

Jing Hengbo was somehow now lying on the ground, rolling around like Meng Potian with her long legs intertwined, face flushed, eyes bright as stars, looking at him eagerly though her gaze had already scattered.

Gong Yin could tell at a glance—drugged!

But she had only briefly contacted Meng Potian just now—how had she also become like this? How powerful was this drug? Was there really such a powerful drug in this world?

Even more incredible was that Pei Shu seemed to be more deeply drugged. He still understood Pei Shu—the Young Marshal seemed wild but was actually cautious and wouldn’t easily be caught off guard.

Gong Yin’s expression became serious. Uncertain matters must be handled cautiously.

Across the way, the hesitant cloaked figure also looked somewhat surprised—Jing Hengbo was also affected? When did that happen? The fire snake’s toxicity didn’t seem that powerful, did it?

Then he was delighted—Gong Yin couldn’t move well, Pei Shu had already left, and Jing Hengbo had lost her abilities. Wasn’t this the perfect opportunity to kill them?

Seeing his expression, Gong Yin understood his meaning. Just as he was considering how to summon Jing Hengbo’s soldiers without causing misunderstandings, Jing Hengbo suddenly jumped up and flashed away.

Before Gong Yin could pursue, “bang!”—Her Majesty the Queen collided with a tree.

She didn’t cry out in pain or get angry, but hugged the tree and suddenly rubbed against it, giggling: “So big, so strong…”

Then she raised one leg, lifted a hand, gracefully arched her neck back—the opening pose of pole dancing.

Gong Yin immediately swept over, pulling her away with one hand, then with a flick tossed Jing Hengbo onto his back in the same position as when Pei Shu had carried Meng Potian.

Then he also ran.

Could Her Majesty the Queen’s behavior be seen by her soldiers?

Absolutely not!

So Great State Preceptor Gong had no choice but to carry his lustful Queen on his back, fleeing in panic toward the mountains.

The cloaked figure was overwhelmed—many things tonight were unexpected, and he was having trouble keeping up with the situation.

They all seemed to have taken the wrong medicine, but he clearly remembered it was just one fire snake.

Such an opportunity was rare—to chase the State Preceptor and Queen like homeless dogs was also a rare life experience, so after thinking it over, he decided to risk pursuing them.

Gong Yin swept toward the mountains, preparing to find a suitable place to properly examine Jing Hengbo.

The Queen rode giggling on his back, her legs gripping his waist tightly, occasionally glancing back at their pursuers, her eyes gleaming with cunning.

But in a moment she was again crazy, silly, restless, and hot, constantly rubbing and grinding while throwing her head back and shouting: “Let me sleep with you! Woman on top, thank you!”

The Great God buried his head.

Run.

Run.