[Wuxia] Romantic Heroes and Love Stories (Complete) - Part 1

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Chapter One:

From the time Pang Han could remember, he was a disciple of the Wudu Sect. According to his fellow disciples, his master had found him in a ditch, which had thankfully dried up by then; otherwise, he wouldn't have survived to the age of eighteen.

His master, Pang Wanchun, was a stern and unsmiling man. The local people said that this Master Pang possessed extraordinary martial arts skills, capable of killing two tigers and seven wolves with a single hand, and single-handedly taking on a hundred men—a feat known as the "Hundred-Man Slayer." His

Thunder Sword Technique was especially renowned, unmatched throughout Lingnan. His greatest hobby was traveling the land, challenging others to duels, making a name for himself in the martial world. Although his fame and skill attracted many disciples, the leader of the Wudu Sect was rarely home.

His master's wife, Gong Rui, was married to Pang Wanchun when Pang Han was thirteen; she was only eighteen at the time. According to his older senior brothers, his master's wife's family had been massacred by a band of mountain bandits. It was his master who single-handedly rescued her from the stronghold and killed all her enemies. Therefore, it was only natural for his master's wife to marry him to repay

this debt of gratitude, even though his master was already fifty years old at the time. His senior sister, Pang Lu, did not approve of the marriage, as her daughter was only two years younger than her stepmother. Therefore, on the day of her father's wedding, she resolutely packed her bags and left the Wudu Sect. Before leaving, she said to her most beloved junior brother, "Good junior brother, remember, a man must never be lustful, otherwise it will ruin your reputation and future, and your senior sister will no longer like you!"

Pang Han nodded resolutely. In his heart, his senior sister was as pure and noble as a celestial fairy. He would always listen to her words, and he didn't want her to leave like this. Watching his senior sister's departing figure, Pang Han felt incredibly sad; it was as if the sky itself had darkened.

Pang Han's memory of his master's wife was that she never smiled. He heard that she cried on the day she married him. Even though his master had married such a delicate and beautiful bride, he still couldn't break his habit of going on long trips, sometimes for days, sometimes for months at a time, leaving his wife alone and extremely lonely.

In Pang Han's memory, he had rarely seen his master's wife smile. The few times he did were during the first few months of their marriage. Occasionally, Pang Han would pass by his master's room and hear faint moans of his master's wife and his master's heavy breathing coming from inside.

The next day, when he saw his master's wife again, she was all smiles, her face still flushed. At those times, she was at her most beautiful.

However, these happy moments were too few and far between. In Pang Han's memory, it seemed that his master's wife's happiest days were only a few.

Two years ago, Pang Han overheard his master and his wife arguing while he was bringing hot water to his master's room.

The master's wife said, "You're already married, why do you still run around like a young man? What's the point of leaving me alone at home?"

The master scoffed, "That's womanly thinking! I, the dignified head of the Wudu Sect, take it upon myself to bring glory to our family. How can I hide at home like a woman, watching over you? Wouldn't that make me a laughingstock?"

The master's wife said, "I'm not forbidding you from going out, but there should be a limit. I only saw you three times last year. Is this still your home?"

The master snorted coldly, "Isn't that what you're thinking about? A woman, not adhering to traditional virtues, yet..." " You're always thinking about those mundane, romantic things. Aren't you ashamed? Let me tell you straight, if you dare to cheat on me while I'm away, I'll tear you to pieces!"

The mistress immediately burst into tears, saying, "I was just advising you to stay a few more days. Do you have to use such foul language? What do you take me for?"

The master coldly replied, "I don't care what you think. I've already said this. Tomorrow I will set off immediately for the Songshan Martial Arts Conference. This is the most important day for my Wudu Sect, and I absolutely cannot miss it. Go and prepare my travel gear and money. I need to get up at dawn tomorrow to travel." With that, the master went to sleep.

Pang Han then brought the hot water into the room, only to see his mistress's face streaked with tears. Seeing Pang Han enter, the mistress quickly turned around and said, "Put the hot water on the table, Han'er, go and rest."

In front of Pang Han, the mistress was always that gentle and refined demeanor, a gentle yet authoritative presence. She was the person Pang Han respected most in the sect besides his master.

For the past two years, Master had returned even less frequently, especially last year. It was said that during a battle with the Eight Great Families of Guandong, Master was unfortunately kicked in the groin, rendering him completely impotent. He had to recuperate for a long time.

Even when Master returned home to recover, Master's wife rarely smiled; she wore a worried expression for a whole year.

Pang Han saw this and felt heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do. He was the youngest disciple in the Wudu Sect, of low rank and status, and didn't hold much power.

In Master's eyes, he was nothing more than an adopted child; in his senior brothers' eyes, he was the least skilled and least experienced, so no one took him seriously. Only his senior sister, Pang Lu, had taken care of him initially, and now his only support was Master's wife.

Last month, Master finally recovered. According to his senior brothers, Master's power had recovered to 90%, and in a few days it would surely return to full strength. However, his sexual function remained mediocre. It was said that Master's wife had consulted many doctors about this ailment, but Master had turned them all away.

Master believed that matters between men and women were merely mundane and foolish affairs. A martial artist, as long as their skills remained intact, could be a eunuch without consequence. Moreover, sexual activity was extremely taxing on energy. The reason Master had rarely returned home in the past five years was largely intentional

. Master's wife, however, remained oblivious, still single-mindedly focused on curing Master's illness. Pang Han shook his head inwardly, unable to share her burden. As expected, Master resumed his journey after recovering from his injuries.

A month after Master left the Martial Capital Sect, Master's wife needed to go to the town to purchase necessities and required someone to help carry them. The other disciples declined, citing their training, and since the sect had no maids, Pang Han naturally took on the role of assistant.

Since ancient times, shopping has been the most troublesome thing for women, at least Pang Han knew this all too well. Master's wife, Gong Rui, spent two hours wandering back and forth on just one street, haggling with vendors and selecting items. The two, who had come to the market early in the morning, didn't return home until almost sunset.

Just as Pang Han was feeling relieved that he was finally going back, his master's wife, Gong Rui, reached the north corner of the street and saw a shoe shop. Suddenly remembering something, she said, "I ordered two pairs of embroidered shoes from this shop. Come in and pick them up."

Pang Han sighed inwardly, thinking, "After all this trouble, it'll be dark by the time we get back to the sect."

Upon entering the shop, an old woman, seemingly the owner, greeted him with a smile, "So it's Madam Pang! I'm so sorry, the shoemaker from last time had to go home, which delayed the shoe-making process. It's only just finished today. You've come at just the right time."

His master's wife smiled. "I've been walking all day, and my shoes are worn out. I'll change into new ones here."

The old woman said, "Madam, you want to change your shoes? Then come inside. You're so delicate; it wouldn't be good if some random man outside saw you."

The old woman looked me up and down and asked, "Who is this young man?"

My master's wife smiled and said, "He's the youngest disciple in our Wudu Sect. My husband and I have always treated him like a son."

Pang Han felt annoyed, thinking to himself, "You're only five years older than me, how come you're like my mother?" But he couldn't show his thoughts on his face and just kept nodding in agreement.

The old woman said, "Then let him wait outside."

My master's wife thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Let him in. He's so young; it won't matter if he sees you."

The old woman was a little surprised, but she didn't stop him and said, "Then this young man can come in and keep watch too; it's a bit chilly outside."

Pang Han didn't think much of it at the time and followed my master's wife straight into the inner room.

Sitting in the armchair, the master's wife kept saying she was exhausted, as she took off her shoes, revealing snow-white silk stockings.

In Chapter Two,

Pang Han blushed and turned his face away. Seeing his embarrassment, the master's wife, Gong Rui, chuckled softly and deliberately shook her feet.

At this moment, the old woman came over with two pairs of embroidered shoes, saying, "Madam, please try them on and see if they fit." Seeing that Gong Rui had already taken off her shoes, she added, "Madam, one of my nephews brought back some Shu-style brocade stockings a few days ago. They're brocade on the outside and silk on the inside, and they're very comfortable to wear. Would you like to buy a few pairs?"

Gong Rui nodded, "Of course! Since it's your recommendation, how can I refuse? I'll take a few pairs. These stockings are dirty; I was just about to throw them away."

Saying this, she slowly took off her silk stockings . She stepped down and said, "Han'er, take my socks outside and throw them away. Don't bother with these shoes either, throw them away too." The old woman said, "Throwing away the socks is fine, but could you keep these old shoes, Madam? They're still valuable items; it's a shame to throw them away."

Pang Han turned his head and caught sight of Gong Rui's snow-white, translucent feet. They were truly as smooth as jade and as soft as satin. The flesh on the instep was round and translucent, faintly revealing a few blue veins. The toenails of all ten toes were dyed a light red, like flower petals adorning them.

Pang Han really wanted to reach out and touch them. Suddenly, Gong Rui asked, "Han'er, what are you staring at so blankly?"

Pang Han's heart immediately pounded, his face flushed red, and he quickly said, "Nothing, nothing!" He hurriedly took the socks and walked outside.

The old woman beside him, seeing this, chuckled. After Pang Han left, the old woman said, "That young man is so adorable, and he's just starting to experience love. He's really cute. Madam has good taste."

Gong Rui blushed and scolded, "What nonsense are you talking about? He's my apprentice. He only came along today to help me carry some things."

The old woman laughed, "It was just a joke. Why take it so seriously, Madam? Besides, I've heard a little about Madam Pang's plight. She married into the Pang family at such a young age, but it's like living as a widow. That's not a pleasant feeling..."

Gong Rui sighed softly and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Hurry up and put my new shoes on."

The old woman brought out the embroidered shoes and said, "Madam, please take a look."

Gong Rui took the embroidered shoes and examined them carefully. She saw that the shoes were very exquisitely made, with a bright red satin surface and embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Gong Rui held the two pairs of embroidered shoes and praised them highly. The old woman then said, "Madam, these shoes have another advantage."

Gong Rui asked curiously, "What is the advantage?" The old woman took one of the embroidered shoes and gently pulled on the heel. There was a mechanism that pulled out a small drawer from the inside.

The old woman chuckled, "Put some orchid and musk in this drawer, and I guarantee that when you wear it, you'll smell wonderful with every step, which will also mask any unpleasant odors."

Gong Rui exclaimed happily, "These are truly wonderful things! No wonder they took so long to make." She then noticed the old woman holding a pair of brocade stockings and asked, "Are these Shu Prefecture brocade stockings?"

The old woman replied, "Indeed, please try them on, madam. Consider these a free gift. If you find them comfortable, please buy a few more to support our shop."

Gong Rui took the stockings and was about to put them on when she noticed what appeared to be embroidered pictures between the two layers. Upon closer inspection, she blushed. The embroidery depicted a erotic scene: a man and a woman engaging in sexual activity by a pool. The artistry was superb, making it appear almost real. Looking at the other stocking, the picture changed again: two women and a man. One woman sat on a swing, while the other supported her waist, urging her to make love to the man opposite her.

Gong Rui immediately threw the stockings onto the table, her face flushed, and said, "These things are terrible! I don't want them!" The old woman said seriously, "

Madam, you're probably feeling lonely in your boudoir this spring. As night falls, some things are bound to happen. How can you do without something to liven things up? Your youthful years will pass by in a flash. Don't end up like me, wasting your life for the sake of a reputation as a virtuous woman."

Gong Rui lowered her head and remained silent. Seeing that she had taken it to heart, the old woman became even more interested and said, "These brocade stockings have two layers. The beautiful pictures are embroidered on the inside, and no one else can see them except you, Madam. Wear them, and when you're bored at night, lift them up to take a look. Wouldn't that be more interesting?"

Gong Rui sighed softly, "Just looking at these things only makes me more agitated..."

The old woman understood and smiled, "What's so difficult about that?" Saying this, she took a box from the shelf on the east side and said, "The treasure inside is newly made by a master craftsman; it will surely suit your taste, Madam."

Gong Rui asked curiously, "What is it?"

The old woman opened the box, revealing a large, imposing horned man. Upon seeing it, Gong Rui blushed instantly and spat out, "Auntie, how could you give me such a vulgar thing? I don't want it!" The

old woman chuckled, "We're honest people. I've seen that Madam Pang is a friend I can be close to, which is why I'm being so frank. Madam is lonely in her secluded chambers, and her husband is a rough, unromantic warrior. If this continues, to put it bluntly, Madam's health will likely deteriorate within a few years. This object doesn't have many advantages; its only benefit is that it can vent Madam's anger."

Gong Rui remained silent for a long time. Although outwardly shy, she secretly felt the old woman's words made sense. After much deliberation, she finally asked, "How much silver does this thing cost? Will it hurt me if I actually use it?" The old woman chuckled, “

This was made by one of my cousins. He’s a craftsman, very skilled. This corner is perfectly smooth; it won’t hurt you, Madam. You’ll see once you use it! Madam Li from West Street, Widow He from South Street, and even the fourth concubine of Prefect Liu have all bought from me. Everyone says it’s excellent, and it’s not expensive at all, only ten taels of silver.”

Gong Rui exclaimed in surprise, “So expensive? Just this one thing?!”

The old woman laughed, “You’re being uninformed. Within a hundred miles, only my cousin knows how to make this. That skill alone is worth the price. Besides, I’ve already given you a 20% discount. Or, I think your little apprentice is quite good. If you don’t buy this, you can use his real thing!”

Gong Rui spat, “Don’t talk nonsense, Madam. I’ll buy this.” Saying this, she put on her brocade stockings and embroidered shoes, took out two silver ingots from her bosom, and said, “Is this enough?” The old woman beamed, "

That's too much, too much! Madam is so generous. I'll give you ten more pairs of brocade socks. Don't worry, I'll let you know first if I find anything fun in the future!"

Just then, Pang Han rushed in. Gong Rui asked curiously, "Why did you take so long? It's just a pair of socks!"

Pang Han stammered, "I met a friend and we talked for a bit, which took up some time."

Gong Rui didn't ask any further and said, "Let's go, Han'er, help me carry the box."

As soon as Pang Han saw the box, he asked, "What's this? Medicinal herbs?" The old woman smiled, "Yes, good medicinal herbs, good for your health."

Gong Rui blushed and said, "Don't ask such silly questions. I told you to do something, why are you so talkative?" Pang Han stuck out his tongue, picked up the box, and followed Gong Rui out the door. As soon as

they were out the door, the old woman chased after them. Seeing that Pang Han was already walking quickly ahead, she whispered in Gong Rui's ear, "Madam, let me say one more thing." "That thing, whether before or after use, must be soaked in salt water thoroughly to keep it clean."

Gong Rui hummed in agreement and whispered back, "Don't tell anyone about today's events." The old woman laughed, "Oh, Madam, I'm not stupid. Why would I cut off my own livelihood? You can rest assured, this matter is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me. Just make sure this thing is well hidden and not seen by outsiders, otherwise it won't sound good."

Gong Rui said, "I know that." Then she turned and left.

They returned to the Wudu Sect in silence. Gong Rui went to her room, while Pang Han went alone to the back mountain, to the back of a cliff. Looking around to make sure no one was nearby, he tremblingly pulled a snow-white object from his robes—it was Gong Rui's old silk stocking that she had taken off earlier…

Chapter Three.

Pang Han stared at the stocking in his hand, recalling the image of Gong Rui's slender feet, and felt utterly distraught. He then remembered to examine it closely; the stocking was clean, but his master's wife had walked a long way that day, and there were some sweat stains near her toes and soles. The faint scent of her feet kept stimulating his senses.

Even after returning to his room, Pang Han tossed and turned for most of the night before finally falling asleep. He didn't know how much time had passed when suddenly he felt someone pulling him up. Pang Han opened his eyes and saw that his master's wife, Gong Rui, was standing in front of his bed. Pang Han exclaimed in surprise, "Master's wife, what are you doing here?"

Gong Rui giggled, "You were staring at my feet all day, do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Do you like your master's wife?"

Pang Han stammered, "No, no, no, I don't."

Suddenly, Gong Rui stretched out her delicate foot and covered his mouth with her slender sole, saying, "You like my feet, don't you? Hurry

up and kiss them!" Pang Han's heart pounded violently. He abruptly opened his mouth, enveloping her beautiful feet in his mouth, kissing her insteps passionately, gently biting her toes. Each kiss struck his heart, igniting his desire.

Suddenly, Pang Han felt a surge of heat erupt, like a volcano finally erupting. Pang Han jolted awake, realizing it was all a dream.

Pang Han chuckled self-deprecatingly, thinking, "Fool, how could such a beautiful woman like my master's wife fall for a silly boy like you?" Just then, he realized something embarrassing: his underwear was completely soaked. He cursed himself for being so cowardly, pulled down his pants, and threw them into a basin. Since the weather wasn't too cold, he decided to take a bath to wash away the stench.

The well was not far from Pang Han's room. He lowered a bucket into the well, filled it with cold water, and splashed it over his head and body. The icy water cleared his muddled mind considerably, and his hearing was also sharper than usual. After all, all his fellow disciples had gone to the hermitage on the back mountain to practice martial arts, and it was late at night; only his and his master's wife's room had light on.

Suddenly, Pang Han vaguely heard some strange sounds, seemingly coming from his master's wife's room. He slowly moved closer, carefully pressing his face against his master's wife's window. The closer he got, the clearer he could hear—it was unmistakably his master's wife's moans.

Pang Han poked a hole in the paper window and peered through. He was astonished to see his master's wife pulling back her newly bought brocade stockings to look at something. Her rosy face was quite alluring in the candlelight. After a while, she held a strange object in her hand.

Pang Han thought the object resembled a certain part of his own body, and he couldn't help but compare them. To his relief, his own part wasn't shorter than the object in his master's wife's hand.

What happened next astonished the eighteen-year-old Pang Han. The scene left him speechless with shock. His master's wife was using that strange object to do something strange, accompanied by increasingly loud moans. Pang Han's blood was boiling; he felt the same sensation he had experienced in his dream.

When Pang Han returned to his room, he was utterly exhausted. His mind was filled with the image of his master's wife, Gong Rui, especially the expression she had never shown him before, and her heavenly moans were unforgettable. Pang Han

silently reminded himself, "Pang Han, Gong Rui is your master's wife, as close as your own mother. You will never do anything against morality and ethics, especially to be worthy of your master Pang Wanchun and your senior sister Pang Lu. From this moment on, you must forget your master's wife, never treat her as a woman again, and never have any impure thoughts. Pang Han swears this!"

The next day, when the determined Pang Han saw Gong Rui, the heroic spirit he had sworn the night before had long since vanished. Almost every word that flashed through his mind was related to liking her.

Gong Rui, however, said to Pang Han, "Since your senior brothers have all gone to the back mountain for group cultivation, why don't you accompany me to the West Mountain to worship Buddha today?" Pang Han had no choice but to follow.

The Foguang Temple in Xishan was only forty li away from the Wudu Sect's headquarters. Fearing Gong Rui would be burdened, Pang Han insisted on hiring a carriage to take her there.

Upon arriving at Foguang Temple, its imposing grandeur was indeed extraordinary. Local people said that the temple's incense was particularly efficacious, especially for couples unable to conceive. They claimed that if the woman stayed at the temple for a few days, she would immediately become pregnant and give birth. Such examples were countless, and couples from thousands of miles away came seeking its help.

Gong Rui's visit to burn incense was not for a child, but rather for blessings. Pang Han understood this, but dared not reveal it.

The two arrived at the main hall. Pang Han, being a non-Buddhist, naturally did not kneel in worship, but Gong Rui devoutly kowtowed three times, continuously praying to the Buddha statue.

Pang Han, having nothing better to do, merely looked around. Suddenly, he noticed the monk striking the chime had shifty eyes, his gaze constantly glancing at Gong Rui.

Pang Han felt a surge of anger, thinking to himself, "This Buddhist temple is a place of purity, and I, a disciple, am meant to be inactive. Why does this monk look so lewd? Could it be that the abbot of this temple has failed in his teachings?"

Gong Rui had just drawn a fortune stick and was seeking an old monk's interpretation, while Pang Han walked out of the main hall, aimlessly wandering around. Suddenly, he noticed a side gate on the west side, where a row of women were walking inside.

Pang Han wondered, "What does this mean? Is the temple offering some alms?" With that thought, he strolled over.

The novice monk at the gate let the women in, but upon seeing Pang Han, his face darkened. He said, "Please wait, sir. This is for female lay Buddhists; it's inconvenient for male lay Buddhists to enter."

Pang Han glanced inside and asked, "What are you doing? Giving alms or treating illnesses?" The

novice monk replied impatiently, "

Treating illnesses, of course." Pang Han asked, "What kind of illness?"

The novice monk grew even more impatient, saying, "You young man, you're so ignorant! This is their private matter; why are you meddling? Get out of here!" At this moment, several martial monks from the temple also arrived.

Pang Han laughed, "I was just asking casually; I'm not here to cause trouble. Why make such a fuss?" He turned to leave, thinking, "This is becoming increasingly suspicious. If it's just treating illnesses, why is it so heavily guarded, and why is no one allowed to see?"

As he pondered this, upon reaching the main hall, he discovered something even more terrifying: his master's wife was nowhere to be found! Pang

Han initially thought Gong Rui had gone somewhere else, but he searched the entire Foguang Temple without finding a trace.

Pang Han asked the monks in the temple, but they all insisted that they had never seen Gong Rui.

Pang Han wanted to reason with them, but the monks pushed him out of the temple gate. He stood there at the foot of the mountain, thinking, "I lost my master's wife in my hands. If my master comes back and doesn't find her, will I still be alive?" Thinking of this, Pang Han abandoned his idea of returning to the Wudu Sect.

He carefully recalled the scene when his master's wife prayed to Buddha: the lecherous monk striking the bell, the fierce-looking novice gatekeeper, and a group of menacing martial monks. No matter how he looked at it, this so-called Foguang Temple didn't seem to have been bathed in Buddha's light.

Pang Han made up his mind to find out the truth. He circled around to the back mountain of Foguang Temple, and seeing that no one was around, he jumped down from the back wall.

Coincidentally, it was the day that Abbot Puxian of Foguang Temple was giving a lecture on the Surangama Sutra. Most of the monks had gone to listen to the lecture, so even with Pang Han's mediocre skills, he was able to sneak into the important backyard of Foguang Temple.

Pang Han stumbled into a courtyard and suddenly heard faint weeping coming from inside. He hurriedly and stealthily ran over, poked a hole in the paper window, and peered inside. He saw more than a dozen women lying or sitting haphazardly, all completely naked and bound. A chamber pot sat nearby, and the stench was overwhelming, making Pang Han nauseous.

He endured the stench and searched among the women for his master's wife, but after a long search, he couldn't find her.

At that moment, the Buddhist shrine in the room moved, as if it were a mechanism. It moved open, and several monks emerged, all burly and with gleaming eyes, clearly skilled in martial arts.

One of the monks chuckled strangely, "Ladies, you are all honored guests of our temple. Since you are so eager for a child, then I, along with my fellow monks, will reluctantly do our best to share your burden."

Chapter Four:

These monks stripped naked, intending to commit illicit acts. The women screamed in terror. Their initial desperation for children had turned to deep regret.

Pang Han suddenly understood, thinking, "So that's how it is! They lured so many women here, using whatever despicable means to drug and bind them, then committed this unjust act to impregnate them. So this is what the so-called efficacy of Foguang Temple is all about. No wonder so many women went home pregnant. These women were humiliated, of course they were too ashamed to speak out, they could only suffer in silence."

Thinking of this, Pang Han became even more worried about his master's wife's safety, but seeing so many women being humiliated, he couldn't just stand by and watch them die. In desperation, Pang Han ran to the nearby stables, saw plenty of firewood, and, with a heavy heart, set it on fire.

Meanwhile, several senior monks were happily entering the harbor when they suddenly heard someone shout outside, "The stables are on fire! Quick, put out the fire!"

Upon hearing the news, these monks immediately ran out naked to fight the fire. Taking advantage of their inattention, Pang Han quickly slipped into the room and untied the women. Just as they were in despair, they suddenly saw a savior descend from the sky, and in their excitement, they surrounded him, thanking him profusely.

Pang Han, having never seen so many naked women before, blushed and said, "Don't thank me yet. Quickly find some clothes to put on, and then run away. By the way, have you seen a young lady?" He then described Gong Rui's appearance.

A woman in her thirties said, "My benefactor, this lady is probably still in the dungeon. You need to go through the mechanism in this Buddhist shrine."

Pang Han saw that the mechanism was still open and said, "You all go quickly, I still need to rescue people."

The women said, "My benefactor saved our lives, how can we only think of escaping ourselves? My benefactor, please go in quickly and rescue her. We'll keep watch outside for you."

Pang Han said, "That's too dangerous. Those monks are all skilled fighters; you're no match for them. If they come back, it will be too late. Your most urgent task is to report to the authorities and notify your family to come to the rescue. That would be helping me."

The women thought it made sense, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, expressing their gratitude profusely before leaving!

Pang Han arrived at the dark opening of the mechanism. Thinking that his master's wife might be in grave danger, he immediately steeled his heart and said, "For my master's wife, I'll risk it all!" He gritted his teeth and jumped in.

The long, dark passageway reeked of dampness and mildew. Pang Han lit a tinderbox and made his way forward by its light. After walking for an unknown distance, he suddenly saw several lights ahead, and it seemed as if people were talking in the distance.

Pang Han quickly extinguished the tinderbox and slowly made his way along the stone wall. It turned out that the light came from a stone chamber, where two monks were drinking and talking. One of them was the novice monk who guarded the door, and the other was the lecherous monk who had been ringing the bell.

The novice monk at the gate said, "Brother Puhui, our abbot has set a rule that we can only provoke women who are surrogate mothers. We can't touch respectable women who come to offer incense, especially since this young lady is the wife of Pang Wanchun of the Wudu Sect. You've dared to provoke her; do you even want to stay in this line of work?"

The bell-ringing monk scoffed, "Brother Puzhi, you're too cowardly. As long as Pang Wanchun doesn't find out about this, our Foguang Temple will be fine. I've already sent people to hunt down his little disciple; I believe they've already taken his head. Besides, I am..." "I really like this young lady, her seductive charm is so alluring, I want to sleep with her the moment I see her."

Puzhi said, "Your recklessness will bring disaster to Foguang Temple sooner or later. Remember, this matter must not be leaked, and this is a one-time exception."

Puhui put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, thank you for your kindness, senior brother."

Puzhi said, "Let me make this clear from the beginning, you have to clean up the mess you made. If Pang Wanchun comes after us, Foguang Temple will hold you accountable!"

Puhui said, "I know, please rest assured, senior brother."

Puzhi coughed, turned and left. Pang Han saw him come out and hurriedly hid behind a stone pillar, thinking to himself, "It seems that the one who stole Master's wife was indeed that thieving monk who rang the bell. If Pang Han follows him, he can find Master's wife's hiding place."

Sure enough, after Puhui saw his senior brother leave, he drank a few more cups of wine, then stood up unsteadily, hiccuping, and walked into the darkness with a lantern in his hand.

Pang Han followed slowly behind him, afraid of being discovered. Fortunately, Pu Hui was a little slow to react after drinking, so he didn't notice Pang Han following him.

After walking for a while, Pu Hui stopped in front of a stone door, took out a key, and opened the door, revealing a faint light inside.

Pang Han quickly hid behind the door and peered through the crack into the stone chamber. He saw his master's wife, Gong Rui, tied to a stone pillar with disheveled clothes, her hair in disarray, and her face pale; she had clearly suffered a great shock.

Seeing Pu Hui enter, she hurriedly shouted, "You bald thief, let me go, or the Wudu Sect will not forgive you!"

Pu Hui lewdly laughed, "Go ahead and shout, no one will hear you even if you scream all over the sky. My fate with you is a thousand years of cultivation. Today, seeing you, my soul has flown away. How can I not play with you and do justice to my skills? Come on, my darling, my skills are the bedroom arts taught by a Taoist priest from Zhongnan Mountain. My technique is superb and I guarantee you'll be satisfied! You'll want to come back again after the first time!"

Gong Rui spat and said, "You bald thief, as a Buddhist disciple, how can you be so impure? What kind of logic is it to forcibly abduct a woman?"

Pu Hui laughed, "I was never..." "How can Buddhist disciples abide by the temple's rules? My fellow disciples and I are just a bunch of ordinary mountain bandits. By some twist of fate, a group of monks from Foguang Temple contracted the plague and all died. That's how we took over this great temple. You women all offered yourselves to us. How can you blame us?"

He approached with a grin, about to tear off his master's wife's clothes. Gong Rui screamed and struggled desperately. Pu Hui, seeing this, became even more excited, saying, "I like hot women like this. They're much more interesting than those whiny, sullen women!" With that, he stepped forward and forcefully ripped off his master's wife's outer garment, revealing her undergarment and snow-white arms.

Pu Hui's eyes lit up at the sight. Just as his thieving hands were about to breach his master's wife's last line of defense, a thud rang out as Pu Hui was struck hard on the back of the head with a blunt object and fell to the ground with a thud.

The one who made the move was none other than Pang Han. He hid behind, intending to take advantage of Pu Hui's distraction to launch a sudden and ruthless attack, catching her off guard and achieving a surprising victory. His plan worked; Pu Hui collapsed to the ground.

Upon seeing Pang Han, Gong Rui burst into tears of joy, saying, "Han'er, you've finally come! I thought I'd never see you again in this life."

Pang Han untied the ropes binding Gong Rui and said, "This isn't the place to talk. Master's wife, let's escape together."

Just then, someone coldly snorted and said, "Trying to escape? No way!"

Chapter Five.

Pang Han looked closely and saw that the speaker was Pu Zhi, who was standing angrily at the door with several large monks.

Pang Han stood in front of Gong Rui and shouted, "What do you scum and scoundrels want here?"

Pu Zhi looked at Pu Hui lying on the ground. It turned out that Pang Han had used too much force in his attack and killed the man. Puzhi angrily said, "What are you doing? I'll make you two pay for my junior brother's death!"

The head monk behind him also shouted, "He must have been the one who set the fire and released the people! Let's catch him and rip out his heart to feed the dogs!"

Pang Han saw that these people were blocking the doorway, and he and his master's wife had no way to get out. The situation was extremely dangerous, and he really didn't know what to do. He suddenly had an idea and shouted, "You bunch of rats, your evil deeds have already been discovered by the government. Soldiers will be coming to suppress the bandits soon. You'd better retreat quickly, or you'll lose your lives after being captured!"

Puzhi laughed and said, "Who are you trying to fool? This Foguang Temple is a hundred miles away from the nearest prefectural city. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. The government is nothing. Even if someone comes to suppress us, we brothers have nothing to fear."

Gong Rui whispered, "It seems that we won't be able to get out of here alive today. " "Han'er, just kill me, so I won't be defiled by those beasts before I die!"

Pang Han turned around urgently and said, "Master's wife, please don't lose heart. As long as we buy some more time, someone will surely come to rescue us."

Puzhi chuckled and said, "You're quite optimistic, kid. Let me tell you, even if someone knows the entrance to this dungeon, as long as the mechanism is sealed, no matter how hard outsiders try, it will be useless. Just give up on that idea!"

Pang Han asked, "What kind of bandits are you, and why are you robbing this Foguang Temple?"

A senior monk behind Puzhi said impatiently, "Senior Brother Puzhi, this kid is clearly stalling for time by asking all these questions. Let's just kill him now, or things will get complicated!"

Puzhi seemed very arrogant and said, "Hey, since this kid wants to die knowing the truth, let's grant his wish."

He said to Pang Han, "Let me tell you, we are..." "Brothers of Black Wind Stronghold, I am Guo Feng, the second-in-command. I've been a bandit king for over ten years. Three years ago, I went to rob Foguang Temple, only to find that all the monks had died from a strange plague. Our leader, Gao Kui, thought this was a good opportunity to change our identities, so everyone shaved their heads, lit incense scars, and became Buddhist disciples."

Pang Han suddenly realized, "So you also thought about turning over a new leaf and changing your way of life?"

Pu Zhi snorted coldly, "Nonsense. Foguang Temple is in a remote location, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It's a good place for us to do our underworld business. Becoming monks is just a temporary measure. I'm used to drinking and eating meat, how could I be a burden? The brothers were just too eager for women, which is why they got involved with those women, and sure enough, things went wrong."

Pu Zhi continued, "Now that you know what you need to know, do you want me to make the move, or will you do it yourself?" "What about a fight?"

Pang Han said, "Our Wudu Sect has no cowards. It's just that our master set a rule: Wudu Sect disciples must die by the blade of their opponent. Suicide is a spineless act. Since I've heard you're also a powerful bandit, do you dare to fight me one-on-one? Of course, if you're afraid of death, then forget it. I won't complain about being outnumbered."

Puzhi laughed, "Heh, you've got guts, daring to put me on the spot. Fine, I'm itching for a fight. Let's have a go."

Pang Han said, "Alright, it's a deal. No outsiders can interfere during the fight. Life and death depend entirely on our fair competition."

Puzhi said, "Okay, it's a deal. All of you brothers, watch from the sidelines. No one is allowed to interfere, or don't blame me for being impolite." The monks seemed very afraid of Puzhi, and all nodded. No one dared to stop him.

Puzhi selected a broadsword from the weapon rack and asked Pang Han, "What weapon do you want?"

Pang Han replied, "We, the Wudu Sect, are swordsmen, so naturally we need a fine sword." He then took a longsword from the rack.

Gong Rui knew that Pang Han was the youngest disciple in the sect and was quite worried about him, which was why Puzhi was so arrogant.

Gong Rui pulled Pang Han aside and whispered, "Han'er, are you really up to the task? The Thunder Sword Technique has thirteen moves, and you've only learned six. How can you contend with those fierce bandits?" Pang Han replied softly,

"The situation is dire. What we need to do is stall for time as much as possible. We have to fight even if we can't. Besides, those bandits might not be that strong. As long as I do my best to use my strengths, there might still be a chance of survival." Gong Rui sighed, "

Even if you win, it will still be difficult for us to survive!"

Pang Han looked deeply at Gong Rui and said, word by word, "Even if I have to give my life, I will save my master's wife from this hellhole!" His tone was firm and full of meaning.

Since marrying Pang Wanchun, Gong Rui had never seen anyone treat her like this. She was immediately moved to tears by these words, and her affection for Pang Han deepened.

Pang Han, carrying his longsword, came to the center of the stone chamber and said, "High Monk Puzhi, please make the first move."

Puzhi lazily held his broadsword and said, "How could I bully a child? You go first."

Gong Rui said, "Alright, you said so, I'll make the first move." With that, she twirled her longsword, and the tip flashed like lightning, aiming straight for Puzhi's throat. Puzhi

was startled, not expecting the young man's sword to be so fast. He hurriedly raised his broadsword to block, but Pang Han's longsword, like a serpent, aimed at his right knee acupoint. Puzhi's broadsword missed, and he naturally swung his sword downwards to defend. But this was another feint. By the time Puzhi guessed the direction of the third move, his left arm's Quchi acupoint had already been pierced by the sword, and blood immediately gushed out.

Puzhi cried out, clutching his left arm as he jumped out of the circle, angrily shouting, "Good lad, your swordsmanship is indeed formidable!" But fear gripped his heart. He hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary boy to possess such superb swordsmanship. Although his movements were still somewhat immature, his every gesture displayed the bearing of a master. He knew he was truly doomed this time.

Gong Rui, unable to contain her joy, never imagined her youngest disciple possessed such skill, defeating the Black Wind Stronghold's second-in-command in a single move.

Pang Han flicked his longsword, pointing at Puzhi, and said, "You're a renowned figure in the martial world, shouldn't you admit defeat?"

Puzhi smiled, "That's right, I was careless. Of course I admit defeat, but your lives will remain here."

Pang Han angrily retorted, "Why are you dishonest?" Puzhi sneered, "We only agreed to a contest, not that I'd let you go if I won. So I can admit defeat, but your lives will remain!" "Brothers, charge! Kill the men, rape the women!"

the monks shouted, surging forward. Pang Han was enraged, his longsword flashing, instantly striking several monks who fell to the ground. However, outnumbered and outmatched, Pang Han and Gong Rui were quickly cornered.

Pu Zhi, having bandaged his wound, stepped forward with his broadsword. Taking advantage of Pang Han's momentary lapse in attention, he slashed Pang Han's chest, and with a hiss, two white objects flew out and landed on the ground.

Pu Zhi looked at them and saw they were women's stockings. He laughed, "You called us shameless cowards, but you're just as lewd. Otherwise, what's the point of hiding women's stockings in your clothes?" The monks stopped fighting and joined in the mockery of Pang Han.

Gong Rui immediately recognized them as hers and blushed, asking Pang Han from behind, "Han'er, why didn't you throw those things away?" Pang

Han's private affairs were exposed, and his face turned a deep purplish-red. He was naturally unable to answer, and just as he was feeling awkward, a loud cannon boomed outside, followed by deafening shouts of battle.

Puzhi exclaimed in surprise, "What happened? You must go and see!"

Several senior monks went away briefly and immediately returned to report, "It's terrible! That kid was right, the government troops really are here! And they're about to attack!"

Puzhi glared fiercely at Pang Han and said, "You're lucky today, kid. We'll see!" With that, he and the other monks hurriedly left through another tunnel exit.

At this moment, only Pang Han and his master's wife were in the stone chamber. Pang Han tried his best to avoid Gong Rui's burning gaze, and simply lowered his head to change the subject, saying, "Luckily, the soldiers arrived in advance, otherwise we would really be dead here."

Gong Rui ignored him, walked over and picked up the silk stockings on the ground, and asked, "Han'er, why didn't you answer the question I just asked you?"

Chapter Six

Pang Han lowered his head and stammered, "I... I think... it's a bit of a waste to throw it away, so, so I'll put it away for now..." He was so busy making things up that he didn't notice that Gong Rui had slowly approached him.

Gong Rui leaned closer to Pang Han, her eyes fixed on him, and suddenly asked, "Why do you like these stockings? Is it because you like their texture and feel? Or... because I wore them?"

Pang Han murmured, "Yes..." He hesitated for a long time before finally mustering his courage to say, "Please forgive me, Master's wife. I hid them because they were your personal belongings. Keeping them is like having you by my side. I..." Pang Han

was still speaking with his head down when he suddenly felt a fragrance wafting over. A pair of brocade stockings was now being offered to him, held in a jade-like hand—Gong Rui's. Pang Han looked down and saw that her feet were bare, clearly the stockings had just been taken off.

Pang Han exclaimed in surprise, "Master's wife, why...why is this?"

Gong Rui smiled shyly, "You've helped me so much, giving you this is nothing. I just wore it today."

"Just wore it today"—these words made Pang Han's blood boil. Just as he was about to say something, a commotion arose outside the door. Pang Han hurriedly stuffed the brocade sock into his robes, only to see that Gong Rui had already turned her head away, reacting even faster than him.

Pang Han secretly breathed a sigh of relief. A group of soldiers burst in, led by two women who shouted, "Benefactor, are you alright?"

Pang Han recognized them immediately; they were two of the women he had rescued. It turned out they had brought the soldiers.

Upon seeing that Pang Han was unharmed, the two men came over to congratulate him. Pang Han asked, "How did you manage to bring so many soldiers?"

One of them replied, "We originally intended to gather some able-bodied men from nearby towns to help, but on the way we encountered Commander Liu, who was mobilizing troops to participate in military affairs in another province. We informed him of this, and this commander is a good official; he immediately dispatched five hundred soldiers to assist us and even brought a red-coated cannon. The entrance to the dungeon was blasted open with this cannon. It's just a pity that several key thieves escaped!"

Pang Han breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "Good deeds are truly rewarded. If I hadn't lent a helping hand then, and these women had been violated by that thieving monk, my master's wife and I wouldn't be saved now." He felt a pang of regret.

After everything was settled, Pang Han and Gong Rui bid farewell to the soldiers and women and returned to the Wudu Sect. Returning home again, they felt a complex mix of emotions.

More than ten days had passed since the incident, and Pang Han's reunion with Gong Rui was tinged with awkwardness. The thin veil between them had been torn away, and their thoughts and feelings were now completely exposed. However, due to their relationship and status, they couldn't express their true feelings through concrete actions.

That day, Pang Han was practicing his martial arts on the back mountain. Because his senior brothers looked down on his skills and refused to practice with him, Pang Han had chosen a cave on the back mountain as his training ground. After practicing the Thunder Sword Technique for a while, he was drenched in sweat and was about to return when suddenly thunder roared outside, and it began to rain.

Pang Han sighed, "It looks like this rain will last all day. Perhaps I'll have to stay in this cave for another night." Fortunately, this cave had been the secluded cultivation site of a senior member of the Martial Capital Sect, so it was complete with a stone table, stone benches, and stone bed, making it convenient for both rest and practice.

Pang Han gathered a pile of dry grass from a corner, spread it on the stone bed, and lit a fire in the cave, which immediately warmed him up considerably.

He arrived at the cave entrance and looked out. He saw fine, continuous rain sprinkling on the earth. Suddenly, a slender figure appeared in the rain, seemingly carrying a box, walking towards the cave entrance.

Pang Han thought to himself, "Who is this? Why does she look so familiar?"

As the person approached, Pang Han exclaimed, "Master's wife, what brings you here?"

Gong Rui entered the cave, put down the box, shook off the rain, and said with a sweet smile, "I saw you were practicing hard, so I made some food for you. I didn't expect it to start raining halfway there, and I didn't bring any rain gear. I got soaked."

Pang Han felt bad and said, "I'm so sorry to have Master's wife bring me food and make you get soaked. Come and warm yourself by the fire, and take off your wet clothes to dry."

Gong Rui opened the food box and saw a large bowl of white rice, four dishes, and even a pot of wine.

Gong Rui said, "You eat first, I'll go change my clothes. Remember, whatever you

do, don't turn around." Pang Han said seriously, "Please don't worry, Master's wife. You know me best. I absolutely won't turn around."

Gong Rui laughed, "I know your character. What you said just now was obviously a joke."

Pang Han ate the food his master's wife had prepared, but he could hear the rustling sound of clothes being taken off behind him. He kept telling himself, "Don't turn around, don't turn around... I can stay home, but I still have a mirror." He took out a small bronze mirror from his leather pouch and looked behind him.

Before he could admire the beautiful view for long, he heard Gong Rui say, "Have you looked enough? I know your mirror is reflecting me."

Pang Han stuck out his tongue, put the mirror back, apologized, and dared not have any other thoughts.

After a while, Gong Rui said, "You can turn around now." Pang Han turned around and smiled wryly. It turned out that Gong Rui had used wet clothes to set up a temporary curtain to separate the two of them. Gong Rui was still completely naked on the other side, while Pang Han could only see his master's wife's head and snow-white shoulders.

Gong Rui sat on the stone bed and said, "These haystacks are quite soft; you've found a good spot."

Pang Han smiled bitterly, "It's all because my senior brothers look down on me and forced me here."

Gong Rui said, "Actually, your kung fu is quite good. You even defeated that Puzhi. I don't think anyone in the sect is much stronger than you."

Pang Han said, "In our Wudu Sect, everything is based on seniority. I have the lowest rank, so naturally I've learned the least. Although I've always studied diligently, I'm far inferior to my senior brothers in terms of moves and techniques."

Gong Rui laughed, "Why are you being so modest? I know your true skill." Just then, Gong Rui suddenly shouted, "There are bugs! There are bugs! You scared me to death!"

Pang Han said urgently, "They must be bugs in the hay. Where are they? I'll come and kill them!" He rushed over the curtain at lightning speed.

Gong Rui rushed out, Pang Han charged in, their bodies colliding instantly. Without hesitation, without resistance, without even exchanging glances, their fiery lips pressed tightly together, like a fire burning brighter and brighter. The figures on the stone wall danced wildly, constantly changing positions. The sounds of wind, rain, thunder, and the crackling of the fire seemed unable to dampen the vibrant spring within the cave.

Much later, Pang Han's head rested on his master's wife's lap. Her snow-white thighs were shapely and long, and Pang Han's hands gently caressed them, leaving no inch untouched. Gong Rui playfully rubbed her feet together, giggling, and asked, "I didn't expect you to be so naughty. So young, yet you know so many tricks."

Pang Han chuckled sheepishly, "I have to thank my senior brothers for often bringing back interesting books for me from the foot of the mountain. They've always been kind to me in this regard."

Gong Rui rolled her eyes at him and said, "You're so annoying!" Then she sighed softly, "It's a pity that such moments won't last long."

Pang Han innocently said, "If you don't tell, and I don't tell, who else will know?"

Gong Rui shook her head and said, "Saying things like that proves you're still a child."

Pang Han remembered something and immediately jumped up, saying, "Didn't you say there were bugs in this grass? We haven't caught any yet."

Gong Rui suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Silly boy, there are no bugs at all. I was just teasing you..."

Chapter Seven:

Gong Rui's laughter was unrestrained and free. This was the first time Pang Han had ever seen such hearty laughter. He laughed back, "So you were lying to me! Let's see how I deal with you."

Gong Rui stretched out her snow-white jade foot, hooking his chin with her toes, and giggled, "Alright, come and deal with me then! Let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve..."

The two engaged in a passionate lovemaking session, their battle intense and fierce. At the height of their excitement, Pang Han scooped Gong Rui up, pressed her against the stone wall, and began thrusting vigorously. Just as he was getting into it, Pang Han suddenly noticed that a piece of the stone wall had peeled off, revealing some faint writing.

Pang Han said, "Huh, there seem to be words on this wall." Gong Rui turned around, panting, and laughed, "You're amazing! You even cracked this stone wall!"

Pang Han didn't reply. He put Gong Rui's legs down, approached the stone wall, and examined it closely. He was shocked to discover that the stone wall seemed to have been artificially modified, as if to conceal something.

He continued to peel away the loose stone, but the gap only widened, eventually revealing a square stone wall covered in inscriptions, about ten feet in size.

Gong Rui came over and asked, "What is this?"

Pang Han replied, "Judging from the content, it seems to be a sword manual about the Thunder Sword Technique. It must have been left behind by a senior who lived in this cave." Gong Rui said

, "Could it be his martial arts secret? Because he felt it would be a pity if his unique skills couldn't be passed down, so he carved this text to leave it for someone destined to see."

Pang Han nodded without speaking, carefully studying the sword manual on the stone wall for a long time. Suddenly, the image of a swordsman kept appearing in his mind, continuously demonstrating the Thunder Sword Technique to him. Pang

Han leaped off the stone bed, retrieved his longsword, and compared his newly learned Thunder Six Forms with the sword manual on the stone wall. After practicing the swordplay, he found it significantly different from usual, his martial arts progress greatly enhanced.

He exclaimed happily, "This senior is truly a master! With his guidance, the power of my Thunder Sword Technique has greatly increased. It's just a pity I only know six forms."

Gong Rui smiled, "That's easy. When I see your master again, I'll have him teach you the rest of the sword techniques."

Pang Han asked in surprise, "Really? Will Master agree?"

Gong Rui said, "You saved my life and have made a great contribution to our sect. I believe Pang Wanchun won't refuse."

Pang Han happily stepped forward, hugged Gong Rui, and kissed her repeatedly, saying, "If it really works, I don't know how to thank you."

Gong Rui's eyes were alluring as she softly said, "Then it depends on your performance." When the two

emerged from the cave the following afternoon, their faces beaming with smiles. These smiles vanished with the arrival of news.

A letter lay on Gong Rui's desk, informing her that Pang Wanchun would be hosting a distinguished guest at his home in three months, and therefore he needed to return to the Wudu Sect within three days.

Gong Rui read the letter, sighing softly, "See? I knew this good time wouldn't last."

Pang Han, however, was preoccupied with how not to give himself away to his master. After all, having an affair with his master's wife was a grave offense. Moreover, he was an orphan his master had taken in, and his master had raised him; stealing someone else's wife was simply unacceptable.

But since Gong Rui had already had a first time with him, there would naturally be a second, and a third. In short, during the three days Pang Wanchun was away, the cave in the back mountain was filled with endless springtime passion.

Happy days are always fleeting. Finally, Master Pang Wanchun returned. Not only was he staying, but he would also be staying for three months. This was the time for Pang Han and his master's wife... It was something he didn't want to see, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Life returned to its usual tranquility, and Pang Han gradually focused his energy on practicing martial arts. Pang Wanchun didn't restrict his disciples' teaching to any particular time or place; he would teach when he was in the mood, and ignore them when he was in a bad mood. The disciples of the Wudu Sect had learned to be self-reliant, gathering together in private to practice swordsmanship, and they were quite enjoying themselves. However, because Pang Han was the lowest in rank, he never got the opportunity to practice with his senior brothers.

One day, Pang Wanchun found Pang Han and asked, "I heard from your master's wife that you've been performing well these days, and you even saved her life, is that right?"

Pang Han nodded and said, "It's my duty as a disciple to do my best for my master's wife."

Pang Wanchun nodded and smiled, "Your performance is very good, I'm very satisfied. It's good that you're there as her bodyguard; however, your martial arts are weak. If you really encounter a tough opponent, it won't be as easy to deal with as the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold." "Very well, I'll have to teach you sooner or later anyway, so I'll impart the essence of the thirteen forms of the Thunder Sword Technique to you. You must remember them carefully and practice diligently in the future!"

Pang Han thought to himself, "I'm truly sorry, Master. I slept with his woman and now I have to learn his ultimate technique." Filled with guilt and gratitude, he immediately knelt down to thank his master.

Pang Wanchun waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me yet. I will only demonstrate the Thunder Sword Technique to you once. As for how much you can comprehend, that depends on your own destiny." "Then the longsword was drawn and began to dance in the courtyard. A white shadow rolled about, accompanied by the endless sounds of sword cries and dragon roars. Although the Thunder Sword Technique only had thirteen forms, each form contained seventy-two variations, making it unpredictable and ever-changing. Therefore, those in the martial arts world were always at a loss when faced with the Thunder Sword Technique.

After demonstrating the Thunder Thirteen Forms, Pang Wanchun leisurely strolled back to his room, leaving Pang Han behind, deep in thought. He wasn't troubled by not understanding the mysteries, but rather desperately trying to memorize all the variations to match the sword manual in the stone cave. Perhaps even Pang Wanchun didn't know that Pang Han actually possessed superhuman memory and comprehension, but he rarely had the opportunity to demonstrate it, so no one knew about this ability.

Three months later, it was the day the Martial Capital Sect welcomed a distinguished guest. Pang Wanchun and all the disciples of the sect gathered in the hall, waiting for the guest's arrival.

Pang Han stood in the last row, secretly wondering, 'Who is such a big shot that Master has to make such a grand reception for them?'" Just then, a voice chuckled from outside the gate, "

Long time no see, Brother Pang! I've missed you terribly!"

A middle-aged man dressed in black, with a purple face and a bushy beard, walked in, a long sword slung across his back. Three disciples, similarly dressed, followed behind him.

Pang Wanchun greeted him expressionlessly, saying, "You're too kind. What brings you here, Brother Li?"

Li Song smiled and replied, "Nothing much, just wanted to see if Brother Pang's swordsmanship has improved." Upon hearing this, the Wudu Sect disciples were furious. Had Pang Wanchun not intervened, several disciples would have rushed out to beat him up.

Pang Han asked a senior brother surnamed Liu beside him, "Who is this man? Why is he so arrogant?" Senior

Brother Liu sneered, "Have you been sitting alone in the back mountains all day? Don't you even know Li Song?" He was the leader of another branch of the sect. Twenty years ago, he came to challenge the sect in order to reclaim his orthodox position in the Wudu Sect, but was defeated by his master. He said he would come back for revenge in twenty years, and now the twenty-year period has arrived. The reason his master returned home so quickly is to prepare for the battle against him.

Li Song sat down and drank fragrant tea, chatting with Pang Wanchun as if they were friends. Pang Wanchun answered him expressionlessly, and the atmosphere in the hall was very strange.

At this moment, Li Song said, "Things have changed in the past twenty years, but Brother Pang is still so vigorous. The Wudu Sect has developed quite well under your leadership."

Pang Wanchun sneered, "Back then, my grandmaster Pang Tianfang defeated your grandmaster Li Zun and seized the orthodox status of the Wudu Sect, which proves that the Wudu Sect's martial arts are the true lineage. It is only natural that we can carry forward the Wudu Sect."

Upon hearing this, the three disciples behind Li Song glared angrily. The disciples of the Wudu Sect were not to be outdone. They all stepped forward with their hands on their sword hilts, and the scene became tense.

Li Song casually sipped his tea and chuckled, "We're all from the same martial arts lineage, just exchanging skills. Why the hostility? I'm not very talented, but in the past twenty years, I've not only honed my skills myself but also taken on three unworthy disciples. I'd like to come to the martial arts sect to learn from them. I wonder if Brother Pang could send a few of his disciples for a proper spar?"

Pang Wanchun wasn't about to back down, replying, "Of course! Ge Nan, Lu Hua, and Ni Hui, you three come out and spar with those three friends."

The three disciples stepped forward, and Li Song's three disciples also drew their swords, and one-on-one duels ensued. For a moment, the hall was filled with the dazzling light of swords and the incessant shouts of battle.

Pang Han, still trying to observe the situation, suddenly felt someone tap him on the back. He turned around and saw his master's wife, Gong Rui, beckoning him outside to talk.

Pang Han reluctantly left the hall and followed Gong Rui to a corner away from the main hall. He asked, "What are your instructions, Master's wife?"

Gong Rui didn't speak, but tears welled up in her eyes first. Pang Han immediately became nervous and asked, "What happened? Don't be afraid, tell us and we'll face it together!"

Gong Rui gave him a resentful look and lowered her head, saying, "I wasn't feeling well today, so I went to see a doctor, but who knew something like this would happen?"

Pang Han was startled and asked, "What illness does Master's wife have? Is it serious?"

Gong Rui blushed and said, word by word, "I'm not sick, I'm pregnant..."

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