Gao Liang didn't like to pressure anyone. "No, Master, I'm volunteering! Truly, there's a secret in Ying'er's heart—Master is not only her first man, but also her last man!" Ying'er's heartfelt voice carried a delicate charm that made Gao Liang instinctively wrap his arms around her slender waist. Like peeling layers of bamboo, Ying'er gradually removed her clothes, revealing her snow-white skin, which was absolutely flawless. Before Gao Liang, Ying'er's bare form stood out in breathtaking beauty—his eyes lost focus, his tongue dry with admiration. What a perfectly stunning woman! A cosmic masterpiece indeed. That ice-clear, pure body radiated endless charm, shining brilliantly and captivating any man—yet Ying'er, this first-rate beauty and angel, only dazzled one man. Gao Liang hesitated greatly. He already had three wives—Zhang Yuping, Dong Jiao, and Chen Yuting—and there was also Xiao Mei, whose inclusion in the harem he wasn't sure about. Honestly, if he now added Ying'er to the harem, he would feel rather odd. He valued experience and dignity, though he was fond of beauty—never loose with his affections. This was his principle in life. "Aha!" High Light felt a surge of energy flowing through that object and shooting directly into Ying'er's mouth, which she eagerly swallowed. This energy transformed within Ying'er's body, harmonizing yin and yang energies to create a perfect balance—her internal vitality surged and flourished, making her entire form more graceful and enchanting. "I can't hold on anymore! I can't hold on anymore!" The object in High Light's body, now held in Ying'er's mouth, seemed to have transcended into a state of ethereal flight. He quickly shed his clothes, like a wolf rushing into the field, and charged toward the white sheep—Ying'er's alluring body sent High Light into a frenzy. He began passionately kissing her from head to toe, each kiss causing Ying'er's delicate nose to emit soft murmurs. Ying'er's breasts were perfectly shaped and full, and High Light gently covered them with his hands, continuously massaging and shaping them into various forms. When High Light reached the dark patch beneath Ying'er, she trembled. High Light's excitement grew. Pushed Ying'er gently onto the soft grass, he guided the sturdy, confident Dongdong into that inviting, moist area... "Ah! Ah!" Ying'er cried out, while Gao Liang beamed with excitement and said to her, "What a wonderful Ying'er! Master never expected you to be so enchanting. Ying'er, Master will surely make you feel absolutely delighted!" With that, he increased his intensity. Ying'er's body swayed rhythmically with Gao Liang's steady movements; her hair was tousled, her jaw clenched tightly, and her entire frame trembled. "Ah!" Gao Liang surged forward, fully penetrating deep into Ying'er's body, and Ying'er cried out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. Only then did Gao Liang realize how selfish and rough he had been—so focused on his own pleasure that he had completely overlooked Ying'er's comfort. Now, tender and attentive, he gently kissed the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes and whispered softly into her ear, "Ying'er, don't be afraid. Master will make you feel completely comfortable!" Ying'er nodded silently. Gaoliang began adding supportive techniques—such as gentle electric pulses—to help Ying'er relax her entire body, while continuously kissing various sensitive areas of her body: the earlobes, neck, shoulders, breasts, and abdomen. Under Gaoliang's tender caresses and warm kisses, Ying'er's delicate nose started to hum softly, "Hm, mm!" To Gaoliang, her voice sounded even more alluring than Pan Jinlian's usual bed calls. Damn, the old hen is finally stirring. Gaoliang began moving with rhythmic intensity, while Ying'er looked at him with a look of bashful delight. Gaoliang knew it was time to truly make her feel blissful. So, he launched his assault. "Master! Ying'er is about to collapse! Ying'er feels so incredibly happy!" Ying'er's voice only fueled Gaoliang's passion even more. "Ah!" Gaoliang poured his essence into Ying'er's deepest depths without reservation. Ying'er remained still, her body laid out beautifully, while Gaoliang himself was drenched in sweat, lying pressed against her form. The two of them collapsed, limp and exhausted. Beneath Ying'er's body, a layer of white silk cloth was placed, and Ying'er's virgin blood bloomed in a pattern resembling plum blossoms, vivid and radiant. Upon seeing it, Gao Liang was deeply moved, holding it with reverence as if it were a precious treasure—this was the most sacred gift Ying'er had ever offered herself. Ying'er wept happily, and Gao Liang embraced her tightly, saying, "Ying'er, the master will surely treat you well! Believe me! I will make you my most honored wife. If I am a king, you will be the queen—indeed, the heavenly queen, do you understand?" Ying'er once again collapsed into Gao Liang's strong embrace, weeping. They kissed each other again and again. At that moment, the black drapery began to descend slowly. By the time it had fully fallen, Gao Liang and Ying'er had already dressed themselves. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" The giant demon and the group of wild beasts revealed their fierce fangs, laughing wildly. Gao Liang felt a sudden tightening in his heart, yet Ying'er gently reminded him, "Master, hurry and take your "Gao Liang seized his sword with lightning speed, crashing it down with a thunderous sound, sending out a brilliant sword pattern the size of a bowl. Ying'er took hold of the Ice-Purity Cold-Light Sword." "Harmony of Yin and Yang! The creation of heaven and earth! Together, our swords stand unmatched!" Gao Liang and Ying'er shouted in unison. "This is the first technique!" A vivid visualization of Ying'er's demonstration appeared in High-light's brainwaves. High-light instantly grasped the concept, absorbing it as he watched, and soon mastered the thirty-six techniques of the "Dual Swords Soaring Through the Skies" sword style. "Master, now is the perfect moment for an offensive!" High-light's mind projected Ying'er's prompt. High-light wiped the blade of Zhan Tian Sword with his hand, aligning its flow with Ying'er's Bing Po Cold Light Sword, and together they executed the "Dual Swords Soaring Through the Skies" technique—comprising thirty-six moves—fluidly and powerfully. The giant monster was a creature of spirit; it roared loudly at the hundred beasts, and instantly, the beasts gathered swiftly. "Not good! If their spiritual energy concentrates at one point, their power will be tremendous!" Ying'er gasped in surprise. Yet High-light remained calm, gently curving a smile at the corner of his mouth, confident and composed. "Wife! Let them feel a bit arrogant! I'd like to see just how capable they truly are. Is the legendary army of mythical beasts really that impressive?" "Ying'er was first called 'wife' by her master, and instantly blushed, scolding, 'Master, don't call me that at random! Otherwise, I'll have no mercy on your sword!' As she spoke, the Bingpo Han Guang sword flashed, and Gao Liang had no chance to defend. 'Ah!' she cried, her sword cutting across Gao Liang's left arm, drawing blood. Regretting her action, Ying'er was surprised when Gao Liang smiled cheerfully and said, 'No matter!' while gently holding his arm. To her amazement, a miracle occurred—the blood from Gao Liang's arm instantly melted into the Bingpo Han Guang sword. Unconsciously, Gao Liang's blood also dripped onto his Zhan Tian sword, and likewise, it melted right there on the blade. Both of them gasped in unison, 'Energy blood! The most magnificent energy blood in the universe has just been born!' At that moment, the giant demon led his army of magical beasts, sweeping in like a tidal wave, crashing upon them. The fierce wind blew so strong that Gao Liang and Ying'er could hardly open their eyes, and their swords began to dance of