Mei stood in the capital, her heart heavy with memories.
Almost a year had passed. The city had changed greatly, but the transformations in her own life were even more profound.
On the road to the capital, she learned that she and her son, Zhu, had become the martial world's focus for months. Rumors spread like wildfire. People claimed she was a protector of the Joyous Sect, a vile cult. They said she murdered her husband after he uncovered her sins and fled, now lurking with sinister motives.
The martial world, from black and white paths to water bandits and common folk, buzzed with these tales, relentlessly pursuing her and Zhu.
Being slandered as a Joyous Sect member was no surprise. The cult's evil reputation made it a scapegoat for all crimes.
Fate, however, was cruel. Mei had failed to resist her inner demons. She and Zhu had fallen into a forbidden, sinful love, becoming the very monsters the rumors described.
Tonight was Weiting's birthday. He hosted a grand banquet, inviting martial artists from all corners. It was the perfect chance to infiltrate.
Mei and Zhu planned to use this night to avenge the Song family's blood debt.
In the capital, Mei dared not contact her old Hongmen allies. The rumors were too loud. Many Hongmen disciples despised her and Zhu for tarnishing their name.
Weiting's influence grew, and their former allies now followed him. They were no longer her support.
Holding Zhu's right hand, Mei felt a pang of sorrow. The world was vast, yet there was no place for them.
They had only each other to rely on.
They should have visited the Song family's ancestral temple to pay respects, but shame held them back. They could not face the ancestral tablets.
Instead, they prayed silently in their hearts.
Without thinking, they wandered to the capital's famous matchmaking temple, a place vibrant with incense and young lovers.
Disguised as a middle-aged scholar, Mei stepped out of the main hall with Zhu. She saw the longing on his face and felt a twinge of pity.
* Alas, foolish child, * she thought. * Even the merciful Buddha would not bless a mother and son like us. *
The sun burned fiercely. Mei felt unwell. Since losing nearly all her inner strength, she grew tired easily.
She knew Zhu drained not just her cultivated energy but also her life's essence and blood each day. She kept this secret, letting it pass unspoken.
She wanted to find a place to rest when a cry of pain cut through the air. A fortune-teller at a stall was being beaten. His table lay overturned, and he wailed on the ground.
"Mother, shall we go see?" Zhu asked.
The fortune-teller was fat and greasy, his appearance repulsive, like an oily frog. Mei hesitated, unwilling to indulge Zhu's curiosity.
She did not want to disappoint him. They approached the fortune-teller's stall.
The fat man cursed as he fixed his table. Seeing two handsome scholars, he eyed them and chuckled. "Are you two ladies here to ask about love? Or to interpret a sign? Test a word?"
Mei froze. The fortune-teller had seen through her male disguise but mistook Zhu's beauty, thinking them both women.
Irritation flared in her chest. She wanted to leave.
"Fine, let us test a word," Zhu said, his mood strangely high since entering the city. He grabbed her hand playfully. "Sister, let us pick a word!"
He picked up a branch from the ground and pressed it into her hand.
Mei felt uneasy at his actions. Without thinking, she wrote the character "branch" on the ground and handed the stick back to Zhu.
Zhu sneered. "My sister and I are about to travel far. Tell us if this journey is auspicious or not. Answer well, and you will be rewarded. Answer poorly, and you will regret it."
He flicked his wrist, and the branch snapped into pieces.
The fat fortune-teller's face paled with fear. He hesitated to speak.
"Sir, speak plainly," Mei said softly, shooting Zhu a look. "We only seek guidance. Please advise us."
"You are reasonable, miss," the fortune-teller said, glancing at the broken branch. "The branch is shattered, and the word was written by a woman's hand. 'Branch' without wood becomes 'support,' and with 'woman,' it forms 'prostitute.'"
"Your journey suggests women falling into ruin, like lambs in a tiger's den, with more danger than safety," he continued. "From your auras, I see a blood calamity and death. This journey is better not taken."
Zhu's face darkened, ready to lash out, but Mei's glance stopped him.
Her heart ached. Going was futile. Even if they avenged their blood debt, death would be the cost.
Why had she bothered asking? She looked at Zhu. Tears glistened in his eyes. He was unwilling to give up.
"Thank you for your wisdom," Mei said, her heart stirring. "What happens after the blood calamity and death?"
The fortune-teller dared not answer lightly. He burned a talisman, and as incense smoke curled, his eyes rolled back.
In a shrill, childlike voice, he chanted, "What becomes of your bodies after? One turns to a dog, one to a fowl. If not begging in gutters, you will lean on brothel railings."
Bang!
Before he finished, Zhu's fist struck his face, and a kick toppled the stall.
Mei hurriedly pulled Zhu away, tossing half a tael of silver to the fortune-teller with apologies.
Even as they fled, his curses echoed behind them. "Damn you, you asked me to speak plainly!"
They rushed to a narrow alley behind the temple. Before Mei could speak, Zhu burst into tears.
"Mother, he said we…"
"Foolish child, why cry like a girl?" Mei said with a bitter smile. "I carried you for ten months. You are clearly a boy with a cock."
"You have fucked your mother's pussy enough," she continued. "To be reborn as humans in the next life? The King of Hell offers no such deals."
"Mother!"
Tears streaming, Zhu threw himself into her arms, kissing her neck.
Mei understood. Facing their final battle, knowing they would die together, Zhu's emotions overwhelmed him.
But was she any different? The fortune-teller's words crushed her last hope.
She needed the warmth of his body to ease her grief.
"Sweet son, do not cry. Mother loves you most," Mei said, smiling through her sorrow. She lifted her scholar's robe, pulling down her trousers and undergarments to her knees.
Her jade fingers parted her glistening pussy lips, revealing the wet entrance. She purred, "Come, my good son. Put your cock inside. Do not be gentle this time."
"Take all your pain and vent it on the cunt that birthed you," she urged. "Let Mother love you fully once more."
"Mother!"
Sobbing, Zhu thrust his cock into her. "Mother, I need you," he gasped, voice raw. "I'm lost in your pussy, taking you like this."
Uncaring if anyone saw, they fucked passionately, their final release. Mei yielded to his thrusts, her back against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist.
Her lower body hung in the air, supported by his hands gripping her plump, snowy ass. He rammed into her fiercely, his cock driving deep.
Each thrust sent shudders through her core. Her pussy clenched around him, slick with her juices, as waves of forbidden pleasure mixed with the dread of their doomed fate.
Joy mingled with tears. Those who commit incest in life are doomed to be reborn as beasts.
But no matter what beast she became, Mei vowed to stay by Zhu's side, loving and protecting him.
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