Chapter 8: At Lu Manor, Yang Guo Schemes Against Li Mochou and Takes He Yuanjun for Himself

On the flying boat, Yang Guo cradled the system's shapeshifted form, the Bai Ze dumpling, as it slowly rose into the air.

In his arms, the Bai Ze dumpling squeaked at him.

“Playing with the Zhang mother and son, host, did that finally clear your mind?”

“Not exactly. I just feel more and more like a pervert.”

“This world has always been this twisted, host. Go find your opportunities and grow stronger. I'm off to other great worlds to draw in some luck.”

“Wait.” Yang Guo patted the Bai Ze dumpling.

“We're headed to Jiaxing. I want to build a Yang Family Manor there, and I need spirit arts and protective arrays set up inside it. Can you do that?”

“Spirit qi and true qi are just different worlds' descriptions for the same kind of energy. As long as you do the conversion, the essence is the same. Host can bury spirit-stone slabs underground as a spirit vein; the energy it releases will naturally turn into true qi. As long as you keep it within the energy range of the Foundation Establishment realm, it won't draw the attention of the heavenly will of this world.”

Yang Guo held the Bai Ze dumpling in his arms as the flying boat slowly rose.

By then the sky was already bright. A farmer who got up early saw the sight and the news made its way back to the imperial palace in Lin'an.

Inside the palace

Emperor Lizong of Song sat on the dragon throne in a bright yellow imperial robe, his expression grim. The Jin had been pacified, so the whole nation should have been celebrating, but before Chancellor Shi Miyuan died, he had unleashed a furious scolding on Emperor Lizong, saying he was stubborn and self-willed, that he insisted on recovering Kaifeng, that this would inevitably make the Mongols tear up the alliance, and that in the end it would bring down the Song. He called him an incompetent ruler.

Just as Emperor Lizong was getting so angry he was about to adjourn court, a eunuch rushed in and knelt to report, “Your Majesty, a report has come from the front. Not far outside the city, in Niujia Village, someone has reported a strange sight: a giant dragon coiling around the sun.”

“Issue the order,”

“Immediately send the guard troops to Niujia Village and investigate the truth. At the same time, tell the Ministry of Rites to prepare the proper sacrificial ceremony as a sign of respect for such an auspicious omen. This matter is of great importance. There must be no mistake.”

Outside the court, Princess Rui, Zhao Ruan, the only daughter of Emperor Lizong and Lady Jia, wore a black combat outfit. Though born a daughter, she was always worried for the country and the people. Hearing the discussion from inside the hall, she took the golden token from Emperor Lizong and said, “Leave this matter to me to investigate. You may withdraw.”

The eunuch hesitated as though he wanted to speak, but fearing to offend the emperor's beloved daughter, he did not dare embarrass her and backed away unhappily.

On Yang Guo's side, after arriving at Lu Manor in Jiaxing, he found the entire estate was enormous, covering nearly a thousand mu, like a small town.

Not far away stood an isolated peak covering sixteen square kilometers, a complete four-by-four-kilometer flat-topped mountain.

If not for the water supply, that isolated peak would actually have been the most sensible place for Lu Manor.

But Yang Guo had the supplies accumulated over his previous ninety-nine lives. His storage ring held plenty of water, so this was not a problem. After discussing it with the Bai Ze dumpling, he decided to build Yang Family Manor on the isolated peak, so that in the future it could stand in a mutually supportive triangular formation with Lu Manor.

Yang Guo stepped into Jiaxing City and found the streets bustling and crowded with voices.

A large crowd of servants from pawnshops and banks followed behind a young man, attending him. That young man was none other than Yang Guo, dressed in fine robes and jade ornaments, the picture of a noble scion.

“Whose young master is that?” The people along the road all turned to stare.

Yang Guo moved through the lively market, selecting all kinds of treasures. From silk to porcelain, he spent lavishly, never asking the price, only taking the most expensive and the best.

Along the way, passersby cast curious looks and whispered among themselves. Some said he was the young master of the newly arrived Wang family, while others guessed he came from some illustrious family in the capital.

Even Jia Sidao, the prefect of Jiaxing, personally sent over a calling card to express his respect and his wish to pay a visit to Yang Guo.

Yang Guo declined, but he did not forget to send gifts in return.

When Jia Sidao saw the pair of night pearls the size of quail eggs, he was startled.

And the servant who received Yang Guo's generous reward, once he returned home, began loudly praising Yang Guo to Jia Sidao.

He said that the moment he saw Yang Guo, he could feel the aura of a major capital-born aristocratic family around him. Yang Guo wanted to build an estate here, which clearly meant he was acknowledging Jiaxing Prefecture.

With a wave of Jia Sidao's brush, the construction was approved, and he even thoughtfully sent Yang Guo a hundred masons.

With official backing and Yang Guo's limitless supplies, Yang Family Manor rose quickly.

The four-by-four-kilometer mountain was divided into four zones.

The front zone covered two by four square kilometers, while the middle and rear zones each covered one by four square kilometers.

The front zone would be built by the craftsmen Yang Guo recruited. There would be the mountain gate, a martial arena, the reception hall, and several thousand separate small cottages. These would be called the Yang Family Courtyards, each with its own yard, enough to house an entire family.

Yang Guo's idea was that Yang Family Manor would surely recruit disciples in the future and establish its own sect. These Yang Family Courtyards would later be used to house the disciples of the sect.

The middle and rear zones, however, would be built personally by Yang Guo.

He invoked the system's functions and set up bamboo groves, flower seas, wetlands, and large numbers of artificial lakes and waterfalls in the middle zone.

In the rear zone, he placed three palaces towering hundreds of stories high: Nianci Palace, Dragon Maiden Palace, and an unnamed palace.

The three palaces were linked by corridor bridges, forming a single whole.

Each palace had its own spirit-powered elevator.

By the time all that work was finished, a full month had passed.

Mu Nianci was still in the process of Foundation Establishment. Yang Guo had arranged for her to sleep in the central courtyard of the three-hundredth floor of Nianci Palace, the palace at the very top.

In another nineteen days, she would complete Foundation Establishment and her inner power would reach the level of the Five Absolutes, though unfortunately without any external martial foundation to support it.

And just as most of Yang Family Manor's buildings were beginning to take shape, Lu Zhanyuan and his wife He Yuanjun from the neighboring Lu Manor had already caught wind of it and unexpectedly came to pay a visit.

He Yuanjun wore black clothes, dignified and beautiful. Lu Zhanyuan was handsome and extraordinary.

The few of them sat together with Yang Guo in the reception hall, and the first thing Yang Guo said was so shocking it stopped everyone cold.

“Master Lu, I'm afraid disaster is about to fall on your head.”

Lu Zhanyuan frowned. “What does Brother Yang mean by that?”

Seeing the two of them standing awkwardly without speaking, Yang Guo took the initiative.

“Li Mochou will be coming here in two and a half years. I wonder if the two of you have prepared any countermeasures.”

Lu Zhanyuan even sprang straight up from his seat, asking in astonishment, “How do you know about Li Mochou? Who are you?”

But very quickly, Lu Zhanyuan realized he had been rude. “I'm sorry, that was discourteous of me. But how did you learn about Li Mochou?”

Yang Guo continued, “I am from Lin'an. My father died early, and I depended on my mother. One day, by chance, I met Bai Ze in the East Sea, and through that chance encounter we became sworn siblings.”

“Bai Ze is an ancient beast. She can speak and knows the future five hundred years ahead as well as the past five hundred years behind.”

“With her help, I was able to build this enormous family fortune.”

As he spoke, he patted the little white dumpling in his hands. Bai Ze squeaked squeaked, and actually spoke in a human voice through ventriloquism.

Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun were shocked, but seeing how candid Yang Guo was, laying out his background so honestly on their very first meeting, they suddenly felt the urge to form a sworn friendship with him. Lu Zhanyuan said, “Brother Yang, we felt an instant connection. If you don't mind, I would be honored to become your friend across generations.”

Yang Guo cupped his hands. “I would naturally be willing. But right now, let's talk about Li Mochou.”

Lu Zhanyuan was also quick of mind. Since Bai Ze could know the future five hundred years ahead and the past five hundred years behind, then of course she would know that Yang Guo had told this secret to their Lu family and that the Lu family would never leak it. After this, the relationship between the Lu family and the Yang family would surely grow closer. For his Lu family, this was a tremendous blessing.

On this matter, I have three solutions, upper, middle, and lower, Yang Guo said.

Please teach me, Young Master Yang. Lu Zhanyuan cupped his hands again toward Yang Guo.

The lowest solution: you give up Lu Manor and all related businesses, move to my Yang Family Manor to live, and I can keep you safe. But you will need to offer a condition that satisfies me before I help you.

The middle solution: find a secluded place and go into hiding with Madam He, never again asking about the world's troubles, and live quietly.

The highest solution: Yang Guo glanced at He Yuanjun beside Lu Zhanyuan and said, “This one I need to tell Madam privately. Then it will be up to Madam whether to tell you. If she chooses not to tell you, this plan absolutely cannot succeed.”

“Madam, please come with me.”

Yang Guo stood, flicked his wide sleeves, and strode out toward the hall. He Yuanjun looked at Lu Zhanyuan. Seeing her husband give a slight nod, she straightened the hem of her black-and-gold brocade dress and got up to follow.

They passed through the winding corridor, circled around several clumps of green bamboo, and Yang Guo stopped in front of a secluded little courtyard.

There was a small pool in the courtyard, with a white-marble arched bridge spanning it. Flowers and trees grew in profusion all around, and the rockery was rugged and elegant, truly a refined and quiet place.

“Master Yang, what exactly is this highest solution?” He Yuanjun stood by the pool. Her black brocade dress spread across the ground, like a blooming ink peony.

She turned her face slightly. Her willow-leaf brows knit faintly, and her almond eyes held a touch of inquiry and caution.

Yang Guo stood beside her, his eyes roving over her without restraint.

This woman was indeed stunning. Her black finery made her skin look white as snow, and the reserved, clear beauty of a Jiangnan aristocratic lady in her brows and eyes made it impossible not to want to tear it open and see what lay beneath.

He had already started entertaining wicked thoughts back in the hall, and now that no one was around, that fire in him was even harder to suppress.

He smiled faintly, though he put on a mysterious air. “Madam, the scenery here is excellent. Why don't you close your eyes and feel it properly?”

He Yuanjun blinked, not knowing what he was up to.

But Yang Guo's breathing was calm and his movements unhurried. He really did have a bit of an otherworldly master about him.

She thought to herself that perhaps this was some kind of method for sensing the energy of heaven and earth.

So she followed his instructions, closed her eyes, and stood by the bridge while steadying her breathing.

Seeing that her eyes were closed, Yang Guo's lips curved into a wicked smile.

He moved silently to her side, unfastened his belt with practiced ease, pulled down his trousers, and took out the cock that had already swollen hard with blood.

The purple-red glans stood erect and fierce, veins bulging as it radiated a thick wave of heat.

“Madam, do you feel anything?” His voice was very soft as he stepped closer.

Just as He Yuanjun was calming her breath and gathering her focus, she suddenly felt something touch her lips. It was warm, hard, and carried a thick, male musk.

The thing even twitched faintly, and the slick leaking from the tip dampened her lips.

She frowned reflexively, her eyelashes trembling. Something was wrong with this sensation...

She opened her eyes abruptly and froze completely, her pupils contracting.

There stood Yang Guo right in front of her, the thick, savage shaft between his legs pressed against her mouth and slowly rubbing there.

The huge glans, broad as a fist and shining a purple-red, was shamelessly pressing against her pale lips, trying to pry them apart.

“You—!”

He Yuanjun's pretty face flushed red in an instant, and she instinctively tried to retreat. But the moment she opened her mouth in shock and anger, Yang Guo's eyes flashed and one hand slammed down on the back of her head while his waist drove forward with sudden force!

“Mmph—!”

With that little slick of pre-cum for lubrication, the thick, burning shaft rammed brutally into her mouth.

He Yuanjun felt her mouth stuffed full in an instant. Her cheeks ached from the stretch, and the glans forced its way deep in, straight to the back of her throat, numbing the root of her tongue and sending a wave of nausea crashing up into her head.

“Mmph! Mmph mmph!”

Her almond eyes went wide. She desperately tried to back away, both hands pressing against Yang Guo's waist, trying to shove him off. But Yang Guo was monstrously strong, and the hand on the back of her head was like an iron clamp; she could not break free at all.

“Madam looks so proper like this. Yang Guo kept her head fixed while slowly working his hips, the cock sliding in and out of her mouth, rubbing against the tender walls inside, “It's making my blood boil. The moment you two walked into the hall, I wanted to fuck you. Those lips of yours are usually so good at reciting books and worshiping the Buddha. Wrapped around this thing, they'd feel even better.”

“Mmph... mmph...” He Yuanjun whimpered, and her eyes turned red in an instant. Tears welled up, blurring her vision and the face of the man in front of her.

“You know, when a man wants to fuck a woman the first time he sees her, it means she's truly beautiful.” Yang Guo laughed obscenely. Each time he pulled out, a sticky wet sound came with it, and every thrust back in deliberately drove deeper. “If you ask me, you're way better than that poisonous bitch Li Mochou. She's used goods, but you're the mistress of Lu Manor. Your mouth has never been used by another man, has it? See how tight it is? Those teeth of yours feel so fucking good against my cock.”

He Yuanjun trembled all over in fury, struggling desperately, but her mouth was packed so full she could not say a single word and could only make muffled, indistinct whimpering sounds.

Shame, rage, fear, all of it tangled together and nearly swallowed her whole.

She had never suffered such a monstrous humiliation!

But Yang Guo did not care about her reaction at all. He thrust faster and faster, deeper and deeper.

The glans ground over the tender walls of her throat again and again, each time driving all the way in and bringing an intense choking pressure.

Thick saliva mixed with pre-cum overflowed from the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin, falling onto the black-and-gold fabric at her chest and seeping into the layered vine-peony patterns, staining the originally luxurious flowers into a mess.

“Ugh... ugh...” He Yuanjun's breathing grew more and more difficult. Her face turned crimson from holding her breath, and at last tears spilled out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. She felt like she was about to die, about to be fucked to death by this thing.

“Fuck! This mouth... it's so fucking tight!” Yang Guo panted, fine sweat beading on his forehead. He cupped He Yuanjun's face with both hands and began hammering his hips madly. “Tighter than any famed courtesan! Lu Zhanyuan must spoil you like a goddess in peacetime, huh? What a waste! Such a perfect mouth, and not using it to suck cock is a fucking shame!”

He suddenly sped up, his hips pumping like a machine gone wild.

He Yuanjun's throat was slammed raw by him. Her stomach churned violently, yet she could not vomit anything up, only being forced to swallow the saliva constantly spilling and the fluids leaking from the other side.

“Ugh—!”

A moment later, Yang Guo let out a low roar. His body tensed hard, then began convulsing violently.

Streams of scorching liquid burst from deep inside his cock and shot straight into the back of He Yuanjun's mouth.

“Mmph—!” He Yuanjun shuddered all over, her eyes widening.

She felt it, that scalding, thick, fishy-hot flood spraying into her mouth in an instant, filling her completely and spilling down her throat, choking her so badly she nearly suffocated.

The sharp scent of semen instantly filled her nose, leaving her mind blank.

“Hah... hah...” Yang Guo let go of the back of her head and stepped back. The cock slid out of her mouth, trailing a ribbon of milky fluid.

Some of it dripped from his glans, more of it spilled from He Yuanjun's mouth and ran down her chin, dripping onto the layers of pearl necklaces and the black strapless bodice over her chest, leaving sparkling, filthy streaks behind.

He Yuanjun dropped to her knees with a thud, both hands covering her mouth as she coughed violently.

She desperately tried to spit out everything in her mouth, but the fishy, musky taste had already soaked into her tongue, and no matter how much she spat, she could not get it clean.

She felt dirty. Completely filthy.

“Cough, cough... cough...” She coughed until tears came, and her black brocade dress was covered in filth. Even the carefully styled braid hanging to one side had come loose, a strand plastered messily against her tear-streaked cheek.

After a long while, she finally managed to stop coughing. She looked up at Yang Guo, her almond eyes full of fury and humiliation. “Young Master Yang, that's going too far! If Lu Zhanyuan finds out what you've done to me... he will never let you go!”

“Oh?” Yang Guo said lazily as he adjusted his trousers, a lazy smile of satisfaction on his face. “You dare let him know? Let him see you looking like this, with semen all over your mouth?”

He Yuanjun froze, speechless.

“Besides, don't you want to hear my countermeasure?” Yang Guo walked over to her and looked down at her from above. “You don't think my brilliant plan comes free of charge, do you?”

He Yuanjun opened her mouth, but no words came out. Right. Why should Yang Guo save their Lu family? Why would he?

“Madam, serve me properly once, and I'll tell you the method.” Yang Guo crouched down and reached for the decorative knots on her black cross-collar coat, his fingers deftly picking apart the exquisite golden-peony fastenings. “How about it?”

He Yuanjun instinctively wanted to dodge, but her body had frozen in place. She thought of what Yang Guo had just said: Li Mochou would come in two and a half years and kill every last one of them. If this highest solution was gone...

While she was still dazed, Yang Guo had already undone her outer robe, and the ties on her black-and-gold brocade skirt were yanked loose as well.

He lifted the heavy layers of skirt and directly pulled off the black silk underpants beneath, revealing that patch of snow-white skin and the hidden valley between her legs.

“What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?” He Yuanjun cried out in alarm, struggling desperately, but Yang Guo had already moved behind her. One arm locked around her waist, while the other guided his cock, hard again, the glans still smeared with semen from the oral climax, aiming it at the sealed entrance between her thighs.

“Is my cock bigger than Lu Zhanyuan's?” Yang Guo breathed against her ear, laughing low and dirty, his hot breath washing over her sensitive earlobe. “Your husband even said he wanted to become sworn brothers with me. Doesn't that mean... a friend’s wife doesn't need to be polite?”

Before he finished speaking, his hips thrust hard forward.

“Ah—!” He Yuanjun let out a short scream and shuddered violently, her waist arching high at once.

That thick shaft, slicked with saliva, shoved brutally into her tight, dry passage, stretching her insides until they burned with tearing pain.

“Mmph... no... too big... it won't go in...” She bit her lip, tears bursting out again.

Yang Guo paid no attention to her pleas. Both hands gripped her full hips hard, and with each thrust those snowy round cheeks were kneaded and reshaped, the slapping sounds crisp and sharp.

“Madam's ass is built beautifully, so round and so perky. Lu Zhanyuan must be reluctant to spank it, right?”

“Ah! Don't... don't hit it...” He Yuanjun was mortified beyond words. The burning pain on her ass cheeks strangely mixed with the thrusts below, and her originally dry passage began to secrete arousal slick against her will.

“You're getting wet?” Yang Guo noticed that the ring of tight flesh was starting to turn slick. He gave a low laugh, suddenly pulling out with a sharp whoosh, then flipped her over and made her lie on her back in a mess of disheveled clothes.

Before He Yuanjun could react, Yang Guo forced her legs apart, folding them wide to either side into an indecent "M" shape, her pink, wet pussy left utterly exposed to the air.

"No... don't... don't look... please..." She shut her eyes in despair, trying to hide her shame.

"Look at me!" Yang Guo ordered, palms pressing her knees down as his hips sank again. The vicious cock split her cunt once more, driving straight into her deepest, most sensitive spot. This time the angle was deeper, crueler.

"Ahhh! Too deep... you're going to break me..." He Yuanjun screamed, arching her upper body, her full breasts trembling violently with each slam.

Yang Guo kept battering through the soft tunnel while lowering his head to take one taut nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing it, biting sometimes lightly, sometimes hard.

"Mm... ah..." He Yuanjun's moans changed pitch; her hands instinctively buried themselves in Yang Guo's hair, her initial resistance turning into a trembling grip.

She had never felt pleasure this intense. Lu Zhanyuan had always been so gentle, nothing like this beastlike plundering.

"Here's another move, madam. Catch it!" Yang Guo suddenly sat up and yanked her upright, making her straddle him.

He Yuanjun went weak all over and could only lean helplessly against his broad chest, only to realize in terror that she was sitting on that monstrous thing.

"Move on your own." Yang Guo slapped her ass, his tone domineering. "Didn't you say you were going to serve me? If you ride me like this, you'll feel better moving yourself, and it'll be easier on me too."

"I... I don't know how..." He Yuanjun blushed scarlet with shame. How could she have ever been through anything like this?

"Don't know how?" Yang Guo grabbed her waist and shoved down hard, while his hips thrust up viciously, the head of his cock slamming heavily into her most sensitive spot.

"Ahhh!" He Yuanjun's vision went black, and that instant of pleasure nearly choked the breath out of her.

"Feel it now?" Yang Guo said with a wicked smile, both hands gripping her waist and guiding her to rock back and forth, her snow-white ass flesh rubbing between his thighs and making obscene, wet sounds.

"Mm... ah... ha..." Pounded until her mind went hazy, He Yuanjun's body began twisting on instinct, moving to meet his thrusts.

Copious slick spilled from their joining, streaming down her inner thighs and soaking Yang Guo's lower abdomen.

"Say it! Whose bitch are you?" Yang Guo stared at her dazed expression and suddenly drove up hard, both hands kneading her swaying breasts even more forcefully.

"Ahhh! I'm... I'm your... your bitch..." He Yuanjun cried out in collapse, sinking completely into the sea of desire. "I'm Yang Guo's bitch... you fucked my cunt open... so good... so deep..."

Finally, after Yang Guo's repeated brutal thrusts, her whole body convulsed violently. A high, ragged scream tore from her throat and she went limp as she hit her climax.

"Ughhh!" Yang Guo growled too, his hips snapping forward as his shaft plunged deep into her tightest depths and he spurted a fresh burst of scorching seed.

Thick ropes of semen flooded into He Yuanjun, surging back out along her tunnel and dripping onto the disheveled clothes, mingling with the stains from the earlier mess he had left on her mouth, making the whole scene disgustingly obscene.

The two of them collapsed to the floor, breathing hard.

After a moment, Yang Guo was the first to get up. He straightened his clothes and looked down at He Yuanjun still sprawled on the floor, a satisfied smile on his face.

"How was that, madam? Wasn't that the best move worth it?"

He Yuanjun barely managed to prop herself up, her black brocade robes hanging in disarray, half her hair fallen loose, tears and filth still smeared across her face, her lower body soaked through.

She glared at Yang Guo, her almond eyes full of humiliation and rage, but no words would come out.

"The best move is this—" Yang Guo paused, then said word for word, "let Lu Zhanyuan take Li Mochou as a co-wife."

He Yuanjun froze completely, eyes widening as though she had just heard something beyond belief.