At the Edge of the World

Although Zi Yan didn't say anything, she continued to struggle stubbornly.

Yang Jingtian tried every method, pulling and tugging, but Zi Yan was determined to protect her dignity and resisted to the end.

Yang Jingtian wanted her to stop resisting and threatened her, saying, "If you keep this up, I'll call everyone over to watch. Don't blame me."

"You... you scoundrel!" Zi Yan exclaimed in anger.

However, Yang Jingtian took advantage of the situation and completely dominated her, removing her clothes.

As Yang Jingtian gazed at her voluptuous figure and her long, slender, yet beautifully round and tender legs, he said, "You're truly beautiful."

Zi Yan was both delighted and infuriated by his words. She was also worried about what would happen next. Although she appeared passionate and open-minded on the surface, when it came to intimate matters between men and women, she was completely inexperienced.

"Zi Yan, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Yang Jingtian praised once again, greedily admiring the wonderful view of her breasts, while she blushed and covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

Zi Yan's breasts were larger, rounder, fairer, and more alluring than He Zhuofang's. Her skin was delicate and elastic, with a perfect balance of curves and a charming beauty that made her a natural seductress in the eyes of men.

Yang Jingtian's hand slipped down to her bosom, and Zi Yan tried to push away his wandering hands, but she found her strength insufficient. Instead, she felt a tingling sensation in her chest that was both uncomfortable and pleasurable.

Zi Yan couldn't help but exclaim, "Don't touch me there, it feels strange."

Seeing her flushed face, the lust in her eyes, and the warmth in her breath, Yang Jingtian couldn't resist and kissed her passionately until she was out of breath. He then released her sweet lips and said, "Alright, Zi Yan, give yourself to me."

Finally, Zi Yan lowered her proud head and said softly, "I'm afraid."

Yang Jingtian knew that she had given her consent. He gently reassured her, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle. Is that okay?"

Zi Yan buried her face in his chest, and Yang Jingtian felt her tears. He couldn't bear it and said, "Don't be afraid, every woman has a first time. I'll cherish you, just like I cherish my own eyes." After speaking, he quickly undressed, facing Zi Yan, who was also completely naked.

"Come, my dear," Yang Jingtian said, then pounced on Zi Yan's beautiful body, his large hands gripping her waist as he thrust with all his might.

Zi Yan's proud head tilted upward, and she let out a painful moan as Yang Jingtian's movements became more intense.

Her luscious hair scattered instantly, flowing like a stream of clouds in the wind.

After the climax subsided, although Zi Yan's body was completely paralyzed, little drops of red adorned the sheets, evidence of a young girl's transformation. At this moment, Zi Yan widened her seductive eyes, amazed by the size of Yang Jingtian's manhood.

Yang Jingtian lazily rested on the bed, gently holding Zi Yan. She complained coquettishly, "No more mischief from you."

Yang Jingtian touched his cheek and said, "Did I misbehave? It was you who unreasonably slapped me."

"Of course, I had to slap you. You were so bad, bullying me," Zi Yan protested.

Yang Jingtian teased, "Was I bad? I don't think so. Where was I bad? Tell me."

Zi Yan pouted and said, "I'm not talking to you."

Proud of himself, Yang Jingtian declared, "If you can't provide evidence, it proves that I wasn't bad." He then extended his hand toward Zi Yan's firm breasts, while his other hand wandered on her plump and smooth thighs.

"Mmm, don't do it again, I'm tired," Zi Yan moaned, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

By now, the sky had gradually darkened. Yang Jingtian held the jade-like woman tightly, pressing his cheek against hers, tenderly kissing her cheek as she closed her eyes in contentment.

After a while, when Zi Yan had rested enough, she found a handkerchief to clean herself and shyly put on her clothes.

Although Ziyan was silent, her struggle remained tenacious.

Yang JingTian tried all methods to persuade her, but Ziyan, firm in her duty to protect, refused to yield.

Yang JingTian urged her to stop resisting and threatened, "If you keep this up, I'll call out. Then, everyone will come to watch; you can't blame me for that."

"You...you're shameless!" Ziyan retorted, infuriated.

Yang JingTian took the opportunity to take control, his intentions clear in the moonlight.

Yang JingTian appeared puzzled, "Darling, where are you off to?"

Ziyan replied with feigned annoyance, "I can't just lie in bed all day, fasting from food and water. I'm going to get something to eat and take a quick patrol."

"I'll wait for you," Yang JingTian said tenderly.

Seeing his bare body, Ziyan quickly threw clothes at him, "Put these on, lest that sycophant barges in and sees too much."

"It doesn't matter," Yang JingTian smirked with a warmth and brilliance, "She's in for a surprise if she comes."

"You scoundrel, I'm just afraid she'll cut off something vital with a knife," Ziyan teased with mock exasperation.

Though she spoke in jest, she couldn't help but plant a kiss on Yang JingTian before turning to leave.

After some time pondering in bed, restless for excitement or purpose, Yang JingTian decided he could wait no longer. He dressed and stepped out.

The moon hung high in the unobstructed sky, its brilliance magnified by the absence of mountains or forests.

The sea breeze blew from all directions, and as the ship cut through the waves, a sensation akin to flying took hold.

As the waves struck the sides of the ship, they erupted in thunderous snaps, sending sprays of water high into the air and even across the deck. Illuminated by the moonlight, the droplets sparkled like scattered silver.

Atop the highest deck, Yang JingTian stood gazing at the moon, only to find someone already reflecting on its beauty, reciting, "When the crescent moon rises over the western sea, the distant sun begins its ascent."

Yang JingTian jovially followed, "As the round glow fulfills the east, the shadowed essence already in the morning's hold. Brother Zhang Lang, how elegantly you appreciate the moment."

Zhang Lang, turning to see Yang JingTian's approach with a smile, couldn't help but feel disdain, "What brings you here?"

"Not for a fight, surely, as I've never been fond of brawling," Yang JingTian chuckled.

Zhang Lang replied coldly, "Are you implying I seek trouble for myself today?" Continuing softly, "Bettered by skill, I concede. But, there's no need for you to kick me while I'm down, Yang JingTian."

Yang JingTian laughed, "Accusing me of such isn't fair. I have no such intent. I understand your admiration for Sun Manju, and how the fox spirit, Ziyan, has tangled you up, leaving you unable to freely pursue the fair lady of the Sun family. Now, my involvement conveniently resolves this issue. Chase your dream free of concern; with me here, that fox spirit will no longer bother you."

Such audacity in his words, Yang JingTian truly had no shame.

Zhang Lang snorted, "Did you come here just to say that?"

"Oh, I hadn't planned on such discussions at all. Being cooped up was stifling—I needed a walk. Frankly, aside from your introversion and fiery temper, you're quite the handsome young hero in the martial world," Yang JingTian responded with a string of compliments.

Zhang Lang, feeling somewhat flattered despite himself, retorted coldly, "Are you interested in our young miss?"

"All wrong again," Yang JingTian grinned, "I've no particular feelings for that icy-faced lady, though I admit I'm somewhat intrigued by Bai Yun and Ziyan."

Zhang Lang asserted, "Though my skill may not match yours, protecting the young miss is my destined duty, and I will not let her come to harm."

Yang JingTian sighed deeply, "Rest assured, I'll keep my hands to myself. You're still a virgin, aren't you?"

Caught off guard, Zhang Lang retorted angrily, "What's it to you?"

"I'm just concerned you might get frustrated. Men need to learn to release and let flow from time to time," Yang JingTian joked.

"I need no lessons from you, nor would I act like you," Zhang Lang retorted, his pride evident.

Yang JingTian encouraged, "What's wrong with that? If I fancy a lady, I'll confess boldly, no need for sneaking around."

"Then confess to Bai Yun," Zhang Lang challenged.

"I will, once I see her again. But really, a man with your qualities must be quite sought after in the God of Wind Gang. How is it that you're still a virgin?" Yang JingTian couldn't resist prodding further.

Yang JingTian looked genuinely perplexed, accentuating his confusion.

Zhang Lang retorted angrily, "It's because I don't flit around carelessly as you might imagine."

Yang JingTian exclaimed loudly, "I truly doubt your potency. If it's mutual consent, love from both sides, how could it be considered careless? It's common for a man to have multiple wives and concubines. Don't tell me you've only ever thought of one woman your entire life."

Fuming, Zhang Lang shot back, "Dare you accuse me of such incapability?"

Yang JingTian challenged loudly, "If you're not, then prove it to me."

"You're simply incorrigible!" Zhang Lang stormed off, his face turning a shade of blue with anger, leaving Yang JingTian alone under the bright moonlight.

Despite Yang JingTian's pleas for more conversation, Zhang Lang didn't look back, abandoning him to the company of a solitary moon.

The ocean.A bright moon.A massive ship.A lone figure.

Facing the sea breeze, Yang JingTian couldn't help but sigh deeply, "The moon rises above the sea; at the world's end, we share this moment."

Wondering what He Zhuofang might be up to outside the Peach Blossom Spring cave, having not heard from him in days. They must think him dead, Yang JingTian reflected somberly.

Gazing at the moon over the sea, reminiscing about everything in Jinsha Village, a subtle pain gripped his chest.

There were no farewell promises, no parting admonitions, nor the tender embrace of lovers. Who could have predicted leaving Jinsha Village in such a manner? As Yang JingTian watched the moon, he faintly sensed weeping from across the sea.

The tears of a lover always rend the heart most painfully,

Entwining emotions in such bewitching disarray, captivating one's heart amidst chaos.