[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (Tianlong Fengliu) (Complete) - 5

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Chapter 31 of the First Part: Fallen Dragon World: Using the Sky as a Blanket and the Earth as a Mat.

Wu Long's erection instantly went limp. If not handled properly, it might leave lasting health problems. He angrily turned to look at the familiar voice.

"Ling'er!"

Wu Long felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the street, utterly humiliated. He hurriedly put on his clothes, carelessly slouching, and used them to cover Qin Hongmian's exposed body, his face covered in sweat as he looked at Zhong Ling.

Qin Hongmian seemed to be burning with shame. She struggled to her feet, turned around, and frantically put on her clothes, awkwardly smoothing out the wrinkles. Wu Long chuckled awkwardly, "I, I was, I was, exchanging feelings with your sister, haha, exchanging feelings!"

Wu Long said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. Feeling the awkwardness of being caught in a secret affair, Zhong Ling, though still somewhat ignorant about matters of the heart, knew that what the two had just done was definitely

not an exchange of affection. A strange sense of grievance welled up within her, a bitter pain churning her heart, and tears streamed down her face. Wu Long panicked and hurriedly said, "Little Ling'er, don't cry, don't cry. It's all my fault. I apologize to everyone. If you keep crying, you'll turn into a little weasel, and then you won't be pretty anymore, and I won't like you anymore!"

Wu Long steeled himself and pulled Zhong Ling'er into his arms, feeling her already well-developed, soft body. Her breasts, though not full, were firm against his chest, making his heart flutter and his inner energy stagnate, almost surging.

He managed to restrain his lustful thoughts, suppressing his desire, and glanced apologetically at Qin Hongmian, sighing inwardly: "Alas, this is a big problem." Zhong Ling'er felt Wu Long's masculine aura, which made her cheeks flush even more. She felt her grievances vanish instantly, and a few glistening teardrops adorned her eyebrows, the faint tear tracks adding to her captivating charm. Even Wu Long, who had seen countless beauties in his past and present lives, was almost mesmerized.

Zhong Ling'er blinked, not daring to look at Wu Long, and tilted her head, whispering, "I also want to... I also

want to... ...

After much deliberation, Wu Long finally sighed regretfully, his expression turning serious as he looked earnestly at Zhong Ling'er. He asked, "Little Ling'er, I have a question for you, and you must tell me the truth!"

Zhong Ling'er didn't speak, only her eyebrows trembled slightly. Wu Long understood and asked, "Little Ling'er, do you like your brother?"

Zhong Ling'er lowered her head and murmured, "Of course, I do."

Qin Hongmian, lost in thought, silently watched them. Wu Long sighed again and asked,

"Then are you willing to be with me forever?"

Zhong Ling'er blushed even more, lowering her head and thinking for a while. Smelling the alluring masculine scent emanating from Wu Long, and reflecting on her own feelings, Zhong Ling'er nodded firmly once more. She said,

"Brother Wu, Ling'er... Ling'er isn't good at sweet talk, but... but Ling'er really likes Brother Wu, and being with Brother Wu makes Ling'er so happy."

Wu Long smiled, but a sharp pain shot through his heart as he smiled. Ling'er's expression and words were genuine, deeply moving him. Wu Long, still serious, said,

"Little Ling'er, I'm asking you, if your brother has other pretty older sisters in the future, would you be willing to play with them, uh, play with me?"

He was mostly saying this to Qin Hongmian. Qin Hongmian trembled upon hearing this, her beautiful eyes giving Wu Long a sorrowful look, as if she were remembering those things, those people. Did that person ever ask me this? She thought silently, tears welling in her eyes.

Zhong Ling'er, however, asked, "Are all those older sisters as pretty as this Sister Mu and Aunt Qin?"

Wu Long was stunned, instinctively answering, "Ah, yes." He immediately regretted it, fearing Zhong Ling'er would be jealous, which would be troublesome.

Zhong Ling'er said softly, "Alright, as long as you're good to me for the rest of your life, I... I'm willing."

Wu Long was overjoyed. He picked Zhong Ling'er up and gave her a kiss, saying, "Good Ling'er, I promise you, I'll be good to you for the rest of my life and I'll never let you suffer any injustice." He then glanced back at Qin Hongmian, his meaning crystal clear.

Qin Hongmian was clearly deeply moved. She pondered for a long time, her delicate brows furrowing and then relaxing, as if she had made a decision. She then turned to Wu Long and said, "Alright, you two, stop your lovey-dovey talk. We have important things to do. Let's hurry!"

Wu Long trembled and gave Qin Hongmian a deep look. Qin Hongmian boldly met his gaze. Seeing the sorrow, reproach, and confusion in those autumn eyes, Wu Long understood a lot. He smiled apologetically at her and said, "Sister Hongmian is right, let's go now!"

Zhong Ling asked,

"Important business? What important business? Are we still going to assassinate that Dali princess? Aunt Qin, why do you want to assassinate her? I asked Sister Mu, but she won't tell me."

Qin Hongmian's expression darkened at first, but then she relaxed and said,

"That's all in the past. Actually, I came to Dali for Duan Zhengchun! That was eighteen years ago. I had just finished my apprenticeship and started traveling the world. I met someone who was from Dali, Yunnan. He was in his twenties at the time, and that was Duan Zhengchun..." Qin Hongmian said softly.

"Back then, I was young and naive, and I was easily swayed by Duan Zhengchun's sweet words. I foolishly gave myself to him... But soon after, I discovered that he had even laid a hand on my junior sister!"

"Naturally, I confronted him. My junior sister and I were like sisters, so even if two women shared one husband, it wouldn't be a big deal... But he said a bunch of things about how one cannot have both the country and the beauty, saying that the country should take precedence, and then he disappeared! It was then that my junior sister and I learned that Duan Zhengchun was a member of the Dali royal family, the younger brother of the current Dali Emperor Zhengde, Duan Zhengming, the Prince of Zhennan!"

"For the past eighteen years, my junior sister and I have suffered endless torment because of Duan Zhengchun. Until the beginning of this year, I received a letter from my junior sister saying that two women had ruined our lives, and this great hatred had to be avenged. One of these women was surnamed Wang and lived in Suzhou; the other was named Dao Baifeng, a Baiyi woman, very beautiful, who used a soft whip as a weapon, and was now the Princess of Zhennan... After receiving the letter, my daughter and I went to Suzhou to kill the woman surnamed Wang, but that woman had many servants and lived in a strange place. We didn't see her face, and instead, her servants kept chasing us. My daughter and I got separated, so as agreed, we came south to Dali to find her..."

At this point, Qin Hongmian blushed and said:

“I had hoped to get back together with him, but he never truly cared about us. His throne and his wife were the most important things to him. I’ve completely given up on him. Yesterday, I was so upset that I drank a lot of wine. I never expected to run into Yun Zhonghe, one of the Four Evils. That lecherous devil! Luckily, you guys came.”

After saying this, she glanced at Wu Long and thought to herself,

“It must be a karmic debt from a past life. I didn’t let Yun Zhonghe succeed, but I ran into you, my nemesis. You actually took the opportunity to ruin someone’s reputation of more than ten years.”

Wu Long seemed to know what she was thinking, giving her an ambiguous smile, which immediately made Qin Hongmian blush uncontrollably. She lightly punched his chest with her small fists, her expression full of a teenage girl's coquettishness. Suddenly realizing that Zhong Ling was still beside her, she quickly stopped, thinking,

"I won't fight for anything anymore. I just want to be with him forever. But this guy seems even more outrageous than Duan Zhengchun. He's very attractive to women. Zhong Ling and Wan'er both like him. Sigh, if my junior sister knew that I was actually competing with her daughter and my own daughter for a man, she would probably laugh at me."

Wu Long gently squeezed her hand to reassure her. Qin Hongmian was unaware that her junior sister had already fallen into Wu Long's clutches, so she had no chance to laugh at her. Wu Long laughed.

“Ling’er, the important thing we’re talking about is finding the Four Evils again. No matter what, Yun Zhonghe is the murderer who killed your adoptive father, and he was still up to no good last night. I can’t let him go. Let’s see if we can find this villain. You go back to Wanjie Valley with Miss Mu first. Hongmian and I will catch up with you soon.”

Although Zhong Ling was reluctant, she knew that her martial arts were too weak. Without the protection of the Lightning Sable, she wouldn’t be able to walk in the martial world. At the same time, she thought that although Zhong Wanchou was not her biological father and had a violent temper, he had raised her for fifteen years. She also hoped that Brother Wu could avenge her. So she nodded obediently.

After tidying up and having breakfast, Mu Wanqing and the other two girls left first. Mu Wanqing’s mood had recovered a lot. When she saw Wu Long, she remembered that she had cried in his arms that morning and slapped him. She felt ashamed and apologetic. She wanted to apologize, but she didn’t know how to start. In the end, she didn’t say anything. Wu Long smiled at her, indicating that she didn’t need to take it to heart. After finishing their meal, Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling rode away in the Black Rose. With Mu Wanqing there, Wu Long felt reassured about Zhong Ling's departure.

Once they were gone, Wu Long and Qin Hongmian began their search for the Four Evils. Wu Long had learned from Ye Erniang that the other three had scattered and were returning to Yipintang via different routes. According to Ye Erniang, Yun Zhonghe had gone south, so Wu Long and Qin Hongmian headed south in pursuit. However, Yun Zhonghe had committed so many evil deeds in the martial world that even highly skilled martial artists couldn't kill him. Besides his exceptional lightness skill, he was also extremely cunning, and his methods of concealment were incredibly sophisticated. Wu Long and Qin Hongmian had been chasing him for a long time without finding a single clue, and they were starting to feel discouraged.

After reaching a small river in a desolate mountain area, they finally lost patience and decided to turn back. Qin Hongmian noticed that the river water there was clear. Qin Hongmian, who grew up in a water town, loved swimming. After chasing the river for a while and feeling a bit uncomfortable from the sweat, she was delighted to see the small river and asked Wu Long,

"Can you swim?"

Wu Long shook his head with a wry smile. In his previous life, he grew up in the north, where his hometown was chronically arid. He had swimming lessons in university, but he had only half-heartedly attended them. He had gone to America after committing murder and hadn't had a chance to swim since.

Qin Hongmian jumped off her horse, and Wu Long followed closely behind. Taking Wu Long's hand, she said,

"Wu Long, let me teach you how to swim!"

She was excited. Wu Long nodded, and they entered the water together. The two played in the water, and Qin Hongmian taught Wu Long some breathing and hand/footwork techniques. Wu Long was highly skilled in martial arts and possessed the supreme Taoist skill, the Northern Darkness Divine Art, so he quickly mastered everything Qin Hongmian taught him. Before long, he could move freely in the water, though he was far less agile than Qin Hongmian.

The two frolicked in the water for most of the day when Qin Hongmian called out sweetly from ahead, "Wu Long, come and chase me!" With that, she plunged into the water. Wu Long laughed and chased after her, but Qin Hongmian was a far superior swimmer, moving like a large fish. Wu Long chased for a while without catching up, then surfaced and said, "I'm not chasing anymore." A

moment later, Qin Hongmian swam to his side and smiled,

"Your martial arts are superior, but your swimming is far inferior to mine."

Qin Hongmian's clothes were soaked and clung tightly to her body, revealing her exquisite figure to Wu Long. Her face was delicate, her skin like jade, and her breasts formed a perfect curve. Wu Long felt a surge of heat. He leaned closer and, taking advantage of Qin Hongmian's inattention, suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Qin Hongmian gasped in surprise as Wu Long held her tightly. It was summer, and the two were wearing very little clothing, both soaked from the river. Their bodies rubbed together, creating an incredibly stimulating sensation.

Wu Long felt Qin Hongmian's body was warm and soft, incredibly comfortable in his arms, and a slight arousal rose within him. Qin Hongmian stiffened, her face growing increasingly red, her breathing becoming rapid.

Wu Long released one hand, gently lifting Qin Hongmian's delicate chin, slowly raising her head. Qin Hongmian was deeply ashamed, tightly closing her eyes.

Wu Long, disregarding everything, fiercely kissed Qin Hongmian. Startled, Qin Hongmian opened her eyes, meeting Wu Long's eyes filled with desire, quickly closing them again, her long eyelashes trembling.

At first, Qin Hongmian was rather shy, but slowly Wu Long forcefully pried open her teeth, his tongue chasing hers until their tongues intertwined. Qin Hongmian felt a jolt, as if struck by lightning, a surge of heat flowing through her body. She wrapped her arms tightly around Wu Long, responding passionately.

The two were still in the water. Qin Hongmian's body clung tightly to Wu Long like an octopus. Wu Long's hands caressed her body, finally resting on her round, firm buttocks. He gently pressed her against him, kneading her buttocks.

Their bodies slowly sank to the bottom of the river. They didn't know how much time had passed until they finally surfaced, embracing each other. Qin Hongmian was completely exhausted. Wu Long carried her to the shore, loosened her belt, and whispered in her ear,

"Hongmian, I want you."

Qin Hongmian uttered a muffled "Mmm" through her nose. Overjoyed, Wu Long hugged her even tighter, kissing her lips and swirling his tongue inside her mouth. Suddenly, Qin Hongmian felt the man's breath on her face; before she could even process it, her lips were pressed tightly against his. Having experienced their first kiss, Qin Hongmian became much more docile and cooperative.

"Mmm...mmm...you...you..." Encircled by strong arms, Qin Hongmian's body went limp. The man's care and tenderness moved her deeply, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.

Wu Long firmly grasped her breast and pressed his lips against hers again, his engorged, eager flesh rubbing against her vulva. This familiar yet strange feeling of being violated made Qin Hongmian dizzy, and she slowly gave up resisting. He gently unbuttoned her blouse, instantly revealing her previously concealed breasts. Wu Long went further, reaching under her skirt and pulling down her underpants. Her vulva was about to be breached, and Qin Hongmian's instinctive reserve made her blush with shame. Qin Hongmian instinctively tried to push Wu Long's hand away, but he wouldn't give in. He grabbed Qin Hongmian's hand, a strange tingling sensation, like thousands of ants crawling on her body, a heat that made her feel uncomfortable all over. Gradually, Qin Hongmian also submitted to Wu Long's manipulation, enjoying his kisses and caresses.

As Wu Long kissed her, he used his hands to undress her, until Qin Hongmian was half-naked. Wu Long looked at her fair and delicate skin, her firm and full breasts, the two red nipples incredibly alluring. He couldn't believe that someone in her thirties could maintain such good looks, appearing as delicate as a twenty-year-old. Wu Long gently bit her nipples, his tongue tracing the areolas. His teasing foreplay made Qin Hongmian feel her clitoris secreting fluids, and she was overcome with shame, her eyes tightly shut.

With her half-hearted resistance, Wu Long removed her last line of defense: her underpants. Wu Long exclaimed, "Hongmian, your figure is truly beautiful and captivating."

Qin Hongmian was too ashamed to speak. Wu Long quickly stripped himself naked, standing before Qin Hongmian, his gaze making her heart pound and her body throb with desire. Wu Long's large, erect penis, with its prominent veins, filled her with both fear and arousal.

"No, someone will see..."

Qin Hongmian said weakly, blushing. Wu Long gently licked her round earlobe, causing her to moan involuntarily. Wu Long softly said,

"Hongmian, with the sky as your blanket and the earth as your mat, this is truly a 'match made in heaven'!"

Chapter 32 of the Fallen Dragon World: Dry Wood and Raging Fire, Wishes Fulfilled.

You are simply... too wicked!

Hearing Wu Long's teasing, Qin Hongmian had never faced such a situation before, yet she was still incredibly shy. He placed Qin Hongmian on the grassy bank. Her body was without an ounce of excess fat, her bones and muscles were well-proportioned, her waist was strong, and when she twisted her lower abdomen or arched her waist to meet Qin Feng's thrusts, the faint curves of her buttocks could be seen. Her long legs were extremely elastic, able to spread to angles that ordinary women could not achieve. Every part of her body was full of dynamism, moving with the powerful twisting of her waist. Her movements exuded a wildness, yet were undeniably alluring. This physique was not something an ordinary woman could possess.

Qin Hongmian's high, round, white breasts, without the slightest sagging, and the two small, slightly upturned, crimson nipples surrounded by pink areolas, made even Wu Long, a man with a history of womanizing, feel his heart pound. He quickly pulled off his clothes, leaving only his underwear. Qin Hongmian's bright eyes involuntarily glanced at Wu Long's bulging erection. A tremor ran through her. Wu Long, however, was overjoyed as he grasped Qin Hongmian's full, jade-like, hemispherical breasts in his hands. He discovered that his breasts were truly enormous; one hand could only cover a small portion, and both hands couldn't fully enclose one breast. In his amazement, he felt the round breasts in his hands—soft, elastic, smooth, and warm—a very pleasant sensation.

Wu Long gently kneaded the breasts from side to side, causing the full, smooth breasts to sink and bulge intermittently, the tender white flesh peeking out from between his fingers. "Show it." Wu Long gazed at the beautiful, endearing pink nipple swaying between his fingers, like a pearl. He swallowed hard, a surge of urge to suckle

rising within him. Wu Long lowered his head, burying his face between Qin Hongmian's full, fragrant breasts. A sweet, milky scent filled his senses, and Wu Long's heart fluttered. He bit down on Qin Hongmian's exposed, trembling, round nipple with his hot lips, taking it into his mouth and suckling as if he were a child nursing. As he suckled, he licked the sensitive nipple with his tongue, occasionally gently nibbling with his teeth. He gently bit her, causing Qin Hongmian to feel a tingling, itchy sensation that gradually spread throughout her body, a numbing pleasure vibrating her skin.

Deep within Qin Hongmian's desire was aroused. Her slender hands stroked Wu Long's black hair, her fair face flushed, and her lips parted slightly: "Ah...oh...um...Wu Lang...be gentle...don't bite me too hard..."

she moaned softly, her bright red nipples hardening gradually in Wu Long's mouth. Although it wasn't the first time Wu Long had ever heard a woman's moan, this sound was still... His desire surged, his heart fluttered, and his penis suddenly became engorged and swollen, pressing erect against Qin Hongmian's sensitive and warm triangle. Even through her pants, Qin Hongmian could feel the hardness and heat of his penis. A surge of desire coursed through her, her mind went blank, and her lust arose, causing her to feel both frustrated and itchy. She rotated her round, firm buttocks downwards, rubbing his penis against her vulva. Though it was only a superficial itch, it was better than nothing, offering some relief.

Qin Hongmian's delicate face flushed, a hint of desire stirring within her . The moans emanating from Ying's mouth grew louder, her breathing becoming heavy. Wu Long, his lust rising, his mind wandering, sucked and licked her breasts even more forcefully. A surge of heat rushed to his head, his desire flaring. His member grew even harder, proudly erect, veins bulging. Qin Hongmian was dizzy with the sight, her heart pounding, her face flushed, a strange tension, shyness, and panic washing over her. Wu Long, his breath heavy with lust, suddenly pounced on Qin Hongmian's soft, fragrant, white body. Qin Hongmian, tense and shy... Her delicate body trembled slightly. Wu Long lowered his head, his lips meeting Qin Hongmian's soft, rosy lips, rubbing and kissing them gently, his tongue lightly licking them.

Qin Hongmian felt a tingling sensation, her desire burgeoning, her lips slightly parted, her breath coming in short gasps. Wu Long seized the opportunity, slipping his tongue into her fragrant, moist mouth, moving it around like a fish. With his movements, his erect member, hard as iron and burning hot, suddenly parted her legs and thrust inside!

"Oh..." Qin Hongmian's face flushed with desire, her eyes blazing with lust. Her body, untouched by human intimacy for over a decade, was once again invaded by a man, leaving her completely overwhelmed, like a virgin. Driven by lust, Qin Hongmian quickly got into character, her seductive and wanton appearance making Wu Long exclaim with ecstasy, a feeling of intoxication that was utterly captivating.

Qin Hongmian's vulva was already tight, and having never been penetrated by such a large object before, coupled with ten years of sexual inactivity, it was no less tight than a vagina. If it weren't for the prior intimacy between mother and son, which had thoroughly lubricated and made it slippery, Qin Hongmian might not have been able to penetrate. Even so, Qin Hongmian still felt a slight pain. Wu Long felt the tender flesh at the shallow part of her vulva tightly wrapping around his inserted penis. He felt the warm, slippery flesh enveloping his head, sending a tingling sensation through him, an unprecedented and indescribable pleasure coursing through his heart. The intense pleasure made him want to thrust all the way in. He

excitedly began to sprint with all his might. Qin Hongmian's pretty, delicate cheeks were flushed, her bright, star-like eyes tightly closed, her shy demeanor intoxicating. Wu Long's heart fluttered at the sight, his lust flaring even more. Lost in a daze, he thrust his rock-hard member into Qin Hongmian's warm, moist, blissful cave. Wu Long's hips rose and fell with each thrust, his member plunging in and out of her jade gate. Qin Hongmian felt as his member sprinted, her jade... Every part of the door was being rubbed, and Wu Long felt his treasure and head being caressed by the tender flesh of Qin Hongmian's honey hole. Waves of blissful pleasure washed over him, spreading to his limbs.

Qin Hongmian, whose pent-up desires of many years were finally being released tonight, was enjoying herself to the fullest. Wu Long, having finally obtained the exquisite flesh cave he had longed for, naturally indulged in its pleasures. Stimulated by waves of pleasure, Wu Long thrust forward, panting heavily. Faster and harder, the friction between the penis and the walls of her jade gate intensified, creating a dizzying, exhilarating pleasure that surged wave after wave, assaulting their very senses.

Qin Hongmian was so overwhelmed by the ecstasy that her mind went blank; all sense of ethics, morality, and considerations had vanished. She only knew to twist her slender waist and sway her full hips in rhythm with the penis's thrusts. Her fair, delicate cheeks were flushed a vibrant red, as if painted with rouge, radiating springtime allure. Her petal-like lips parted constantly, exhaling soft, fragrant breaths that emitted almost sobbing moans.

Wu Long, his heart stirred, thrust and churned with all his might, grinding and pounding until she cried out, completely disregarding her status as a chivalrous woman. After hiding her beautiful body for over a decade, Qin Hongmian finally offered it to the second man in her life—a man both strange and familiar, a man she both loved and hated.

She wanted him to... Enjoying her own body, she wanted him to be proud of her beauty and her alluring flesh. Therefore, she acted more openly and seductively than ever before, even bordering on wanton and lewd!

This was what Wu Long needed and sought. Seeing her so wanton and seductive during their first time making love, Wu Long thrust even harder, large beads of sweat sliding down his cheeks. Like a parched land receiving rain, Qin Hongmian revealed a state of infatuation and lust, her fingers digging deeply into Wu Long's skin… A long struggle, a long thrust…

Finally, Qin Hongmian felt as if her whole body had exploded in an instant, her body shattered and drifting away, her breath faint, her soul adrift, wandering in space. She quickly reached the limit of passion, the peak of lust, tightly embracing Wu Long, legs intertwined, lips pressed together, her whole body still trembling…

After a long while, Qin Hongmian finally let out a long breath and said:

"Wu Lang, you're amazing... Hongmian almost died at your hands..."

Wu Long laughed with immense pride. "Hongmian, are you enjoying yourself?"

Qin Hongmian felt incredibly satisfied and groaned.

"Wu Lang, today is the first time in my life I've experienced such a climax and satisfaction. It's so fulfilling... so exhilarating..." She paused, then said sadly, "But... I... I'm sorry... to that person."

Wu Long naturally knew who she was referring to, and gently comforted her, "Hong Mian, is that Duan Zhengchun still worth your longing? Will you be as happy with him as you are with me? Let him go, and I will give you eternal happiness. If I break my promise, let heaven punish me."

Qin Hong Mian covered Wu Long's mouth with one hand, saying with concern, "No, Wu Lang, if heaven wants to punish me, let Hong Mian bear it. I love you!"

With her gentle promise, Wu Long's heart blossomed like a flower. He held Qin Hongmian tightly, smiling as he said, "Hongmian, I love you too. Heaven won't punish us. As long as you're willing to be my woman, all happiness will come your way." He paused, then said softly, "But... are you willing?"

Qin Hongmian blushed deeply, burying her face in Wu Long's arms, as if she had returned to the time of her first love. She said gently, "I've already given you this much, what more do you want?"

Wu Long held her tightly, secretly delighted, and said softly, "I want you to tell me your true feelings in person."

Qin Hongmian was infinitely charming, leaning against his chest, and said gently, "Of course I'm willing. Hongmian really can't do without you in the future. As long as you don't mind Hongmian... Hongmian is willing to serve you anytime... How about it... my little darling. It's a pity that I'm getting old after all. You're still thinking about the little girl Zhong Ling, aren't you?"

Qin Hongmian's voice had a slightly sour tone.

"How could my Hongmian be old? This is called mature charm. You're like a ripe apple, while those little girls are just unripe fruits. Do you think ripe fruits taste better, or those bitter and astringent fruits?"

Wu Long teased. Ripe or unripe, he would eat them all, but at this moment, he still wanted to make Qin Hongmian happy. Qin Hongmian let out a soft moan and buried herself in his arms, hugging him tightly like a happy little woman. "You're so annoying, comparing me to an apple! Humph, you little rascal."

"Wu Lang," Qin Hongmian looked up, gazing affectionately at her lover.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Wu Lang, will you leave me in the future?"

"What nonsense are you thinking? How could I possibly leave my Hongmian?" Wu Long chuckled, gently pinching her nose.

"Wu Lang, you can find other women, but you absolutely must not want me anymore. Otherwise, I'll follow you around every day and annoy you to death." Qin Hongmian couldn't bring herself to say anything harsh in front of Wu Long, because she was deeply in love with him. She wondered, if he ever got tired of her, would she really still follow him? Perhaps she would end up alone forever!

"Hehe, I won't abandon you. I swear, if I, Wu Long, abandon Qin Hongmian, may I die a horrible death!"

"No!" Qin Hongmian didn't stop Wu Long from making the oath. Actually, she didn't want to stop him anyway. Hearing his words, she felt as sweet as if she'd eaten honey, and nestled affectionately in his arms. "Who told you to make these vows? I'm happy that you have me in your heart."

Wu Long looked at her, feeling a bit of love. Besides, in ancient times, it was possible to have multiple wives and concubines; with his methods, taking more wives would be easy. He absolutely had to get Mu Wanqing; then they could enjoy mother-daughter bliss. He remembered there were many beautiful mother-daughter pairs in Tianlong, truly captivating.

To be honest, Duan Zhengchun should have easily won over Qin Hongmian. The problem arose with his first wife, Dao Baifeng. Dao Baifeng was a notoriously jealous woman in the Tianlong series. Her marriage to Duan Zhengchun was likely a political one. Dao Baifeng's Yi ethnic group valued monogamy, and she naturally disapproved of Duan Zhengchun, this philandering prince, having multiple wives and concubines. This led to Duan Zhengchun's numerous affairs, neglecting his first wife, Dao Baifeng. In a fit of anger, Dao Baifeng had a one-night stand with Duan Yanqing, who was begging at the time, resulting in Duan Yu. And in the end, it all benefited me!

So, it seems Duan Zhengchun's other lovers weren't particularly opposed to him taking them as concubines; it was just Dao Baifeng who wouldn't allow it. Heh heh, thinking about women in ancient times, especially those from the Central Plains, who were intimately familiar with the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, the Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Virtues, they certainly wouldn't mind a man having multiple wives and concubines. It seems I still have a good chance of winning over these beauties in Tianlong. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but chuckle lewdly.

"What are you laughing at? Your smile is so ugly."

"Nothing, am I ugly? Time for some family discipline!"

With a crisp slap, Qin Hongmian's bare bottom received a slap.

"Wu Lang, why are you using family discipline again? Is your smile already ugly?"

Qin Hongmian pouted like a timid wife, her stubbornness unintentional, her expression quite charming. Slap, Wu Long gave her pink bottom another slap.

"From now on, you're not allowed to say your husband is ugly. You have to silently repeat three hundred times a day, 'My husband is the most handsome, the most dashing.' Have you forgotten your homework?"

Wu Long said, pretending to be serious.

Qin Hongmian couldn't help but chuckle, wanting to laugh but holding it in.

"Alright, looks like I'll have to use family discipline again!"

"My husband is the most handsome, the most dashing man!"

Qin Hongmian blurted out hastily, but then giggled.

Wu Long sniffed, tilted his head back, smoothed his long hair at his temples, and said rather narcissistically, "Am I not handsome?"

"Handsome? My husband is the most handsome! No man in the world is as handsome as my husband!" Qin Hongmian giggled mischievously, her small hands touching Wu Long's cheeks, and passionately kissed his lips, pinning him down.

"Help! Help! A female hooligan!"

"Hehe, go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out. Handsome boy, just give in!" Qin Hongmian was also quite into her role.

In this desolate wilderness, few people ventured here. Wu Long, enjoying his playful antics with Qin Hongmian, cried out, "Help! Someone help! Please, please let me go! I have an eighty-year-old mother to care for, and a beautiful wife and concubines to raise. Please, spare me!" As he spoke

, his hands roamed freely over Hongmian's breasts, his fingers deftly teasing her. Qin Hongmian, her eyes glazed with intoxication, muttered, "It's alright, my little darling, I'll be very gentle."

"Stop! You shameless vixen!"

A sharp shout rang out nearby. Wu Long and Qin Hongmian were both startled. How could this be? Couldn't they see they were just having fun? This person was truly ruining the mood.

Wu Long was furious that the person had ruined his time. Qin Hongmian blushed with shyness, but a fierce glint flashed in her eyes. She quickly pulled on her clothes and leaped towards the source of the sound. Wu Long hurriedly straightened his clothes and ran over, only to find Qin Hongmian already fighting with someone.

Upon closer inspection, Wu Long saw that the person fighting Qin Hongmian was a veiled woman dressed in white and wearing a bamboo hat. Through the veil of the hat, he could vaguely make out a sharply defined, classically beautiful face, elegant and ethereal, like a figure from a fairyland. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he knew she must be a woman of unparalleled beauty. If he hadn't known she was wearing white and didn't recognize Qin Hongmian, Wu Long would have almost thought she was Mu Wanqing. He wondered to himself,

"Why has a veiled woman in white suddenly appeared? Could she be from Lingjiu Palace?"

Although the book also mentions that Li Qiushui was dressed in the same way, Wu Long didn't think it was her. Putting aside everything else, Li Qiushui's martial arts were truly top-notch. Qin Hongmian was barely considered first-rate with her hidden weapons, so she was no match for her. Even so, this woman's martial arts were also very good. After fighting for more than ten moves, she gained the upper hand. The woman in white made a sword gesture with her hands and used a very mysterious sword technique. She was calm and composed, and her strength, skill, style, and power were all just right. It looked ordinary, but it was actually a great skill that seemed clumsy. Her sword moves were flawless. She moved around, attacking from all directions, wrapping Qin Hongmian in her shadow. After more than forty moves, Qin Hongmian was already losing. When the two were fighting fiercely, the woman in white changed her moves again. A gust of wind came from her sword, forcing Qin Hongmian to lose her footing. Qin Hongmian didn't have any hidden weapons on her, so she was at a great disadvantage. Chapter 33

of the First Book: Fallen Dragon World - Shameful Beauty's Battle Against the Lion King. Seeing that the girl was about the same age as the woman in white yet possessed such high martial arts skills, Wu Long felt a surge of urgency. Seeing Qin Hongmian completely defeated, he shouted, "Hongmian, step back! Let me test her skills!" Wu Long stomped his foot and leaped away. Qin Hongmian immediately retreated. The woman in white couldn't catch up. Wu Long's palm, filled with an incomparably domineering and chilling aura, descended from the sky. The air crackled with the sounds of wind and thunder. Its wide range and immense power were astonishing, sealing off every possible escape route for the woman in white, forcing her into a desperate fight. The woman in white felt an unprecedented pressure. Even before the awe-inspiring palm strike made contact, the powerful wind pressure it generated made it difficult for her to breathe, her heart raced, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead. However, coming from a top-tier martial arts sect, her clear, calm eyes remained unmoved. With a flick of her wrist, she fearlessly raised one jade palm to meet the attack. Under immense pressure, her internal energy rapidly circulated through her meridians, following a mysterious path, sometimes gathering, sometimes dispersing, sometimes separating and sometimes merging repeatedly. Finally, a unique internal energy surged upwards along the meridians of her arms , bursting forth from her palm the instant it met the descending palm. "Bang—!" The two palms collided, the energy exploding violently. The surging energy surged outwards from the two of them, stirring up dust that almost blurred people's vision. Simultaneously, mixed in with the fierce energy was a strange chill that caused the surrounding temperature to drop significantly. The sudden chill made Qin Hongmian shiver involuntarily. Wu Long's imposing figure performed a backflip in mid-air, landing three meters away. The slight chill emanating from his palms astonished him. He racked his brains, but couldn't recall any martial arts style possessing such a bizarre characteristic, which heightened his vigilance. Within a one-meter radius of the white-clad woman's feet, the powerful impact caused cracks to spread like a spiderweb, especially where her feet had left two deep footprints—all testifying to the immense power of the attack. Two flushes rose on the white-clad woman's jade-like face beneath her cloak, enhancing her radiant charm and captivating beauty. Her perfect appearance left onlookers momentarily mesmerized and bewildered. She breathed slightly, trying to calm the surging blood in her chest. After circulating her inner energy a few times, she secretly rejoiced that she was unharmed. He was also quite surprised. His opponent was no more than thirty, yet possessed such formidable palm strength. He feared that Qiao Feng, whom his father called the number one young master, was not far behind. If he hadn't personally met Qiao Feng, he might have mistaken him for someone else. The previous duel appeared evenly matched, but one side was calm and composed, while the other's blood was churning. The outcome was already obvious. Wu Long was greatly astonished. Although he had only used sixty percent of his strength, the woman's ability to block with one hand was truly surprising. Looking at her feet, he immediately understood that she had used a very profound technique of using the opponent's force against them. Wu Long had a flash of inspiration and exclaimed, "The Murong family's 'Shifting Hearts and Minds'?" The woman in white calmed her blood and qi, and upon hearing this, calmly replied, "Hmph, how can 'Shifting Hearts and Minds' compare to my sect's highest divine skill!" The woman in white saw the astonishment in Wu Long's eyes and suddenly understood. What had just happened wasn't indecent at all, but rather these two shameless men engaging in illicit relations. Her pretty face instantly flushed red, and she wished she could disappear into a hole. "Hmph," the woman in white ignored the two men. She just wanted to leave as quickly as possible and deeply regretted meddling. Although Wu Long didn't know much about the martial world, upon hearing the woman's words, a thought flashed through his mind, and he exclaimed, "So it's the Great Shift of the Universe! You're from the Ming Cult? Only the leader could learn this martial art, but you don't look that old!" The woman in white's expression immediately changed drastically, and she shouted sharply, "Why do you know so much about our cult? Who are you?" " The Ming Cult is often called the 'Demon Cult' because they have long been suppressed by the imperial court, making their actions inevitably secretive. The martial arts world knows very little about them, hence the perception of them as 'demonic.' Their ambition is to do good and eliminate evil, save the world, and resolutely oppose the imperial court, unlike most martial arts sects whose primary goal is to dominate the martial arts world and whose attitude towards the court is primarily non-cooperation. Their interests and actions naturally differ from those of the general martial arts world, thus they are seen as 'demonic.' Furthermore, their long-term suppression has led to eccentric behavior and a mysterious atmosphere, making them incompatible with the general martial arts world, even committing many murders and offending others, thus earning them the label of 'demonic.' Add to this the instigation and sabotage by the imperial court and some bad people, and the fact that the cult has many skilled members, which arouses jealousy among the martial arts world. Their reputation has been completely tarnished by the martial arts world. Ordinary martial arts practitioners would probably turn pale at the mere mention of it. However, as someone who has traveled from the future, I naturally know that the Ming Cult is not an evil cult." He smiled slightly and said: "I am just an ordinary man from the mountains, not even a member of the martial arts world, but I do know some secrets of the martial arts world. The Ming Cult is a sect that came from the Persians. It was originally called Manichaeism. During the Tang Dynasty, few people called Manichaeism 'Ming Cult.' People preferred to use transliterated names such as Mani, Marmani (meaning Mani Master), Moni, Muni, etc. It was not until our dynasty that the name 'Ming Cult' was truly widely used. The Ming Cult has two Envoys of Light, four Dharma Kings, five Wanderers, five elemental flags, and its headquarters is located on Bright Peak, isn't that right?" Wu Long recounted his story in a leisurely manner, unaware that the woman's expression had drastically changed, a flash of murderous intent appearing within her. Wu Long, after all, was not a member of the martial world and was unaware of its taboos. Yet, this stranger seemed to know everything about the Ming Cult! This was the greatest taboo in the martial world! Although the woman in white was not a vicious person, having grown up in the Ming Cult, she was not one to be soft-hearted. She immediately gathered her qi in her dantian, moving swiftly through the twelve-story tower, rising like mist, descending like sweet dew, her movements as fluid as clouds and rain, her entire body... Shu Tai, her body radiating coldness, possessed a unique internal energy cultivation technique. Born with the Six Yin Meridians, her internal energy possessed an icy quality. While there were many in the Ming Cult with greater skill than her, acquiring this extraordinary cold attribute required both innate talent and a fortuitous, serendipitous opportunity. Even her father, despite his formidable internal energy, didn't possess such a unique true energy. Having experienced the hellish brutality of black fist fighting, Wu Long was highly sensitive to killing intent and immediately became alert. The woman coldly shouted, "Hmph, you've gone to such lengths to uncover my sect's secrets; you must have ulterior motives. Today, I will not spare you!" With a flick of her right hand, she drew her longsword, wielding it with a flourish before swiftly aiming for Wu Long's left ribs at the "Phoenix Tail" acupoint. Then, her body slightly tilted, a glint of light flashing, as she actually struck the "Five Pivots" acupoint between his thighs and abdomen. Her movements were light and graceful, yet brimming with killing intent. Wu Long hadn't expected this turn of events. Although somewhat bewildered, the woman's words greatly displeased him. Wu Long's eagle eyes narrowed, revealing a knife-like sharpness. He snorted coldly, raised his arm, and threw a punch. Instantly, the wind from the punch surged, and the iron fist, dragging its body, hurtled towards the woman in white like a cannonball. The woman's hair danced wildly, and her skin stung slightly. She believed that if this punch landed, it would have the power to shatter stone tablets.

Faced with such a stunning punch, the woman in white dared not be careless in the slightest. She truly had nowhere to retreat, but her "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" divine skill had reached the fourth level. The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth was a profound martial art that used skill to overcome force and surprise to achieve victory. In her hands, it was swift and graceful, her body as light as a flower. Her jade-like hands moved lightly, pushing, grabbing, entangling, and circling, shifting and deflecting with exquisite elegance and subtlety. Even in a black trench coat, it couldn't conceal her ethereal, otherworldly, and otherworldly aura.

The woman in white's movements were exceptionally agile. Her arms moved, creating palm and sword shadows in all directions, sometimes five feints and one real, sometimes eight feints and one real, like a sudden gust of wind in a peach grove, causing countless blossoms to fall. Her palm strikes were sharp as swords, the gusts of wind enveloping Wu Long completely. Wu Long felt his opponent leaping high and low, kicking from the left, punching from the right, striking from the front, and thrusting with a sword from behind—a flurry of attacks that dazzled him. The moves were too complex and fast. By the time he could discern the flaws in her attacks, the woman in white had already shifted, her figure and position becoming indistinguishable. As he hesitated, he was struck twice by her palms on his left shoulder and right chest, but his Northern Darkness True Qi protected him, providing resistance and preventing injury.

Wu Long realized that her complex attacks were mostly feints to lure him in. If he tried to outmaneuver her, he would fall into her trap. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun her. The only solution was to remain still, to unite his mind and spirit, and to ignore her attacks, focusing solely on a powerful assault. Wu Long's fists moved with wide, sweeping force, the wind from his punches surging, impacting both near and far. His punches were steady and powerful, like thunderbolts, the power like a volcanic eruption, surging and flowing, vast and mighty, sweeping and powerful. Every punch and elbow strike was incredibly powerful.

Faced with such solid and steady fist techniques, the white-clad woman's "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" was somewhat inadequate. She often had to change her techniques several times to completely neutralize Wu Long's powerful and unstoppable punches, making it quite difficult to cope. Although the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth was miraculous, it was relatively easy to transform tangible weapons and fists, but transforming intangible and substantial internal force was extremely difficult. Without decades of internal energy cultivation, one could not reach the pinnacle of mastery. Against a first-rate expert, one would be unable to deflect the force and injure the opponent. Wu Long, at such a young age, possessed such skill, which truly puzzled the white-clad woman.

After a few moves, Wu Long realized that although the white-clad woman's peculiar icy true energy was unique, it was neutralized by the Northern Darkness True Energy of the Solar True Fire contained within his body, and had no great power at all. He couldn't help but laugh loudly a few times, and his fist shadows flew, becoming even more solid and fast, each punch more urgent than the last. The pressure on the woman in white increased exponentially. Her movements became clumsy and cumbersome against the mountain-like barrage of punches, unlike her previous fluid and effortless style. As

the woman in white was drenched in sweat and staggered, Wu Long no longer showed her any mercy and finally struck with deadly force. He leaped into the air like an eagle spreading its wings, a palpable, dense killing intent swirling within a few meters of him. Wu Long stretched out his arms, opened his hands, and then clenched them into fists. At the moment of clenching, even the air around his fists seemed to tremble; the killing intent solidified, the air stopped flowing. Wu Long's powerful body stood frozen more than two meters in the air, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, exuding an overwhelming aura, like an ancient, eerie, and terrifying demon.

In the woman in white's eyes, Wu Long's posture seemed to freeze time and space; his overwhelming momentum told everyone how earth-shattering his next punch would be. With a roar, the "Sky-Piercing Fist" moved swiftly, as if the air and time themselves had resumed their flow. The martial dragon, seemingly without any external force, plunged straight down from mid-air, leaving only a fist whistling through the air. Growing larger and larger until it became an overwhelming force, like a meteor from outer space carrying boundless, terrifying power, it crashed down upon the white-clad woman on the ground.

The white-clad woman tried to dodge, but the suffocating feeling under the terrifying wind pressure made her heart race, as if it would explode at any moment. Her body was too heavy to move; even raising her hands was slow. An unprecedented despair enveloped her entire being, and a deathly aura permeated her clear eyes. She was always so calm; even now, facing death, she remained undaunted.

Just then, a loud shout rang out:

"Stop, you madman!"

A powerful, explosive lion's roar erupted, creating a sonic wave that impacted the oncoming arrow. The roar was earth-shattering, overwhelming, like a thunderclap, shaking heaven and earth; like the resounding of bells and drums, it captivated the mind. Wu Long was suddenly bombarded by the terrifying sonic wave, causing him to feel a violent dizziness. Qin Hongmian also felt unwell and swayed. A figure rapidly approached from afar, like a mighty and powerful lion. Its mane billowed in the air, its imposing aura terrifying. The huge lion's head roared to the sky, its fangs thick and sharp. The roar was like rolling thunder, or the mighty Yangtze River, vast and endless.

The newcomer moved with incredible speed, arriving in an instant. Then, a fist slammed into Wu Long's palm. Fist and palm collided, their powerful force colliding violently with Wu Long, who was close behind. Instantly, a powerful surge of energy forced the flying pebbles around the three of them to scatter wildly in all directions with astonishing force. The white-clad woman's hat was blown away by the gale. Her appearance was revealed: dressed in white, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, her slender figure swaying gracefully like a willow in the wind appeared on the tall container roof. The wind's breath swirled around her, making her figure appear even more hazy and indistinct. On her dreamlike oval face, a pair of long, beautiful eyes were slightly narrowed, revealing an unfathomable and captivating charm in her languid demeanor. Like the wind, she was radiantly otherworldly in the dim light.

However, Wu Long had no time to appreciate this beauty, because he was already violently entangled with the newcomer, their elbows clashing violently with a frenzied force. Almost every blow was a head-on collision, their fists pounding and their legs moving unpredictably and unpredictably. The movements became faster and faster, and the crackling and booming sounds became more and more frequent. The two figures gradually blurred, and it was impossible to distinguish who was who. They were like two extremely destructive tornadoes, fiercely intertwined and chasing each other. The powerful wind swept up the dust on the ground, filling the air around them.

Wu Long was utterly astonished. He had actually encountered someone who could go toe-to-toe with him. Recalling the roar he had just heard, he realized that only the Lion's Roar of Shaolin could achieve such a feat. The Lion's Roar was originally a Buddhist master's ultimate technique, used as a "sharp shout" to awaken people, with the aim of compassion. Although its power was immense, it was rarely used to kill. However, in his opponent's hands, this ultimate technique, with its explosive and destructive true energy, instantly became a deadly weapon, a chilling sound that claimed souls. This reminded him of another martial art, the Lion's Roar, a combination of the lion's roar and the demonic sound of a death scream. The Lion's Roar's power was earth-shattering, destroying people's minds and spirits. The compassionate aspect of Buddhism was completely gone, while its destructive power was increased dozens of times. In the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, Xie Xun used this move to turn many people into idiots; he was practically a demon god.

Looking at the man fighting him, Wu Long was surprised to find that he also had blond hair. He wondered,

"Could Xie Xun have also transmigrated?"

The blond man remained calm. He had first used the Lion's Roar technique to launch a sneak attack. Even with his superior skills, his blood and qi would have been turbulent and his internal organs would have been shaken. However, his opponent was unaffected. Could it be that his internal strength was so high that his blood and qi were as heavy as lead and mercury? Moreover, after exchanging more than a dozen blows with Wu Long, the blond man already felt his blood and qi turbulent and his arms were sore and numb. It should be noted that the blond man cultivated the

"Primordial Qi Gong," which combined the Yin and Yang true energy in his body to form a Primordial Qi in his dantian. This Qi would then flow throughout his body and reach his extremities, unleashing astonishing power. However, this technique was quite difficult to master. It required combining two completely different true energies into one to create the Primordial Thunder Palm. When the palm strike was unleashed, it was as if it contained thunder, extremely powerful and incredibly impressive, enough to rival the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. However, although his skill was high, he had not yet reached the highest level.

Even so, his palm strikes were powerful and fierce. The primordial energy from his dantian condensed in his palms, and with a shout, it was as if a thunderbolt struck from nowhere. Each palm strike was swift and powerful, like lightning. Wu Long's fist followed suit, the wind howling around it. The attack and defense were intertwined, the blows frequent, dazzling and overwhelming. At this point, eyes were of little use; punches, dodges, and blocks were all done by feel. The exhilarating battle made Wu Long almost want to roar out loud.

"Hehe, Lion King, you can't even handle a wild beast? Have you disgraced the Four Great Dharma Kings!"

In the first part of the novel, *Fallen Dragon*, let's briefly discuss the martial arts in Jin Yong's world.

A characteristic of Jin Yong's books is that the martial arts skills decline with each generation. In *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, Duan Yu, with his Six Meridians Divine Step and the inner strength of many first-rate masters, barely managed to enter the ranks of top masters.

Then look at Duan Yu's descendant, Yideng, who became one of the Five Greats with just his One-Finger Divine Skill. In *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, Yideng would only be on par with Duan Zhengchun, or at most Duan Yanqing—just cannon fodder.

In *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, Zhang Wuji seems incredibly powerful, but that's because in his era, besides Zhang Sanfeng, there were no other masters. Xiao Zhou practiced the Nine Yin Claw for two days and became on par with Wuji. They've clashed. Song Qingshu, after just two days of practice, is already better than his father. Zhang Wuji also said he couldn't see through the woman surnamed Yang, the successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect. And in the later *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*, it goes without saying. Ren Woxing, practicing the Star Absorbing Technique, is incredibly powerful. Do you know how powerful the Star Absorbing Technique is

? It can't compare to the Northern Darkness Technique, nor even the Dissolving Technique, because it has serious flaws. Therefore, is the Sunflower Manual in *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer* really that powerful? Not necessarily. Why is it so strong? Because it exists in an era without true masters. Because it's among the weak, it appears superior. If Dongfang didn't use needles, could he have attacked so quickly and stealthily? If Dongfang used a sword, could he have fought those three people simultaneously? Needles strike acupoints, damaging meridians, while swords injure the skin and damage internal organs. In other words, it's external injury. The two weapons injure people in different ways. Do you think Dongfang would be stronger with a sword? To be honest, the Sunflower Manual isn't a sword technique; it's a set of acupoint-based martial arts, similar to acupuncture. And Dugu Qiubai's era was probably earlier than The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Therefore, the Dugu Nine Swords should be far superior to the Sunflower Manual. To add to that, The Deer and the Cauldron really didn't have many masters. If you put Feng Xifan (the character with the sword "One Sword Without Blood") in any previous era, he'd just be a bodyguard. Not even cannon fodder. ( From Chapter 35

of the first part, "Fallen Heavenly Dragon World ") "Hehe, Lion King, you can't even handle a wild beast? Aren't you disgracing the Four Great Dharma Kings!" A red figure was seen approaching rapidly from afar. Wu Long, thinking the opponent had reinforcements again and fearing Qin Hongmian was in danger, quickly bent his knees and leaped nearly three meters into the air, lying on his side with his legs like blades. "Ho ho..." Spinning like a wheel, his leg blade slashed with thunderous force at the chest of the approaching blond strongman. The blond man was sent flying more than ten meters away with a loud thud, kicking up a cloud of dust. Nearly half of his imposing body was embedded in the mud, his body spread out in a starfish shape. The force of that kick was terrifying. The blond giant possessed profound internal strength and had practiced external martial arts; although he wasn't seriously injured, he was still dizzy and disoriented. Wu Long instantly appeared beside Qin Hongmian, saying, "Hongmian, you go first. I'm afraid they'll attack you." Qin Hongmian's expression changed, and with a sharp slap, she delivered a powerful blow to Wu Long's face, saying, "Wu Long! What do you take me for! Since I, Shura Blade, am yours, then I must live and die with you. If you run away when danger comes, there's no point in me living!" Wu Long was shocked. Although he had been slapped, he was secretly delighted. Qin Hongmian's unwillingness to let him leave first, and her words, showed that she had fallen in love with him. This was far more gratifying to Wu Long than simply possessing a woman's body. The woman in white's expression changed upon hearing the voice. She rushed over and helped the blond man to his feet, asking, "Lion King, are you alright?" The blond man swayed as he stood up, spitting out a mouthful of blood and foul breath. "Holy Maiden, don't worry, I'm fine. Although that kid's leg techniques are incredibly powerful, they can't break through my Hunyuan Yiqi Gong and Golden Bell Shield. Could that voice have belonged to that traitor? If it really is him, we're in trouble." A hint of worry appeared on the woman in white's beautiful face. They all turned their gaze to the red figure that had arrived in an instant, completely forgetting about Wu Long, who had just been fighting them. This surprised Wu Long. Could it be that the person who came wasn't an ally but an enemy? The person's body was hundreds of meters away, yet the voice still reached my ears so clearly. This must be a thousand-mile transmission of sound, far more amazing than Duan Yanqing's ventriloquism, the leader of the Four Evils. This is an extremely high level of martial arts skill. It's not something that can be learned simply by having profound internal energy. Seeing that they weren't helpers and that the two weren't making things difficult for him, Wu Long naturally didn't bother to fight anymore. He just wanted to watch the show. At the same time, he was very curious about the woman's identity. Only then did he have time to examine her. He almost blurted out, "A Lin Daiyu has fallen from the sky!" She was beautiful, stunningly beautiful. Her face was serene and calm, her eyes were gentle as water, her skin was crystal clear, her eyebrows were like green mountains and jade, her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips were thin and red. She seemed to be untouched by worldly affairs, like a snow lotus on a thousand-foot ice peak. She truly amazed Wu Long. Suddenly, Wu Long felt a tightening in his toes. Qin Hongmian, her voice dripping with jealousy, exclaimed, "You're back to reality! They can't beat you, but they can steal your soul!" Wu Long smiled slightly, playfully pinching her nose, and said, "Look at your jealous face! So cute." Qin Hongmian blushed, but felt a strong liking for the intimate gesture, as if she had become an eighteen-year-old girl again. At that moment, a strange 'fragrant breeze' wafted by, and a red figure instantly appeared at the riverbank. Wu Long initially thought it was a woman, but upon closer inspection, he almost vomited. Even if a woman was ugly, Wu Long wouldn't react like that. The problem was that the person wearing red was a man. He had shaved his beard, and his face was covered in makeup. The style of his clothes was neither male nor female, and the color was so alluring that even on a woman, it would appear too delicate and dazzling. Wu Long felt a chill run down his spine. The word "transvestite" popped into his mind, and Qin Hongmian also felt extremely disgusted, unable to help but whisper, "This person is so strange." Wu Long nodded, thinking of a famous figure: Dongfang Bubai! The only difference was that Dongfang Bubai appeared in pink, while he was dressed in red. Judging from his terrifyingly fast movements just now, his speed was beyond measure, and what was strangest was that such rapid movements didn't even create a sound. Even in broad daylight, he was like a ghost, sending chills down one's spine. Wu Long was surprised, thinking, first the Golden-Haired Lion King, and now even the transvestite Dongfang Bubai has appeared. The arrival of the man in red made the woman in white and the blond man extremely nervous. The man in red, however, paid no attention to their tension and instead gave Wu Long a 'seductive' smile, saying, "This young man easily defeated the Ming Cult's Dharma King, Iron Lion King. His kung fu is truly impressive!" His voice was extremely sharp, clearly showing his surprise. Wu Long felt a chill run down his spine, thinking, "Why does he sound like that? He really is a transvestite." The man in red then turned his gaze to the woman in white and the blond man, grinning sinisterly, "I didn't expect to encounter the Holy Maiden and Iron Lion King in Dali. It's been a long time. I wonder how Master Fang is doing?" The blond man rebuked, "Wei Tian, you traitor! How dare you mention the Master! If you hadn't trespassed into the forbidden area and caused the Master, who was cultivating his divine skills, to suffer a qi deviation, he wouldn't be paralyzed on one side and bedridden for over ten years!" The woman in white's expression was originally icy. Hearing the blond man's words, she seemed enraged, saying, "Wei Tian! You were once the Dharma King of the Ming Cult, yet you plotted to seize the Great Shift of the Universe, leaving my father bedridden for over a decade. After defecting, you surrendered to the imperial court, betraying countless Ming Cult disciples! You demon, instead of hiding in your palace as a eunuch, you dare to come out? And in such a neither-male-nor-female form?" The white-clad woman's words immediately caused the red-clad man's expression to change drastically, and he said ferociously:

"You vile woman! Thanks to your father, I am childless! The position of sect leader was originally mine, but your father stole it with despicable means, leaving me only a minor Dharma King! The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth was originally mine; I was merely reclaiming what was rightfully mine, yet he made me childless! Heh heh, heaven hasn't forsaken me. I was saved from certain death by an old eunuch, who also passed on his martial arts to me. Now, not only is Fang Xun a cripple, but even if he recovers, he's no match for me. I was just plotting how to destroy you all when I unintentionally came to Dali and encountered you. Heh heh, it seems heaven is on my side! How should I properly entertain you?"

The woman in white pondered for a moment, when suddenly, a reddish object flashed before her eyes with a flick of her sleeve, shooting out with lightning speed. She was startled, thinking,

"Such a small weapon!"

Wu Long, however, saw it clearly; it was a plum blossom embroidery needle, and exclaimed inwardly:

"Damn, it really is Dongfang Bubai!"

The red-clad figure flashed, his embroidery needle stabbing swiftly at the white-clad woman. The white-clad woman had intended to provoke him, but seeing him slightly flick his sleeve, she immediately thrust her sword towards his throat. The thrust was incredibly fast; if the red-clad man hadn't pulled back, the sword would have pierced his throat. But at that moment, the white-clad woman felt a slight pain in her left cheek, and her sword slid to the left.

It turned out the red-clad man's speed was unbelievable; in that split second, he had already pricked the white-clad woman's face with the needle, then pulled back his arm, using the needle to deflect her sword. Fortunately, the white-clad woman's thrust was also extremely fast, and it was a desperate attack, while the red-clad man, in his rage, was somewhat flustered and careless, causing the needle to miss his vital point. The red-clad man's embroidery needle, barely an inch long, was so fine it could be blown away by the wind and sink in water. It had even managed to deflect the white-clad woman's longsword, its skill truly unbelievable. The white-clad woman was shocked, realizing she had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy. If she gave him any chance to maneuver, her life would be in danger. She immediately unleashed four swift thrusts, each aimed at a vital point.

The red-clad man exclaimed, "Eh!" and praised,

"Your swordsmanship is excellent!"

He deflected the four swords with a flick of his wrist—left, right, up, and down—all four aimed at the white-clad woman's vitals. The white-clad woman watched his attack intently. The embroidery needle had deflected everything without leaving a single opening. She knew she couldn't allow him to retaliate. With a shout, she brought her longsword down. The red-clad man, however, caught the needle between his right thumb and forefinger, raising it to block the incoming sword. The longsword could no longer strike. The woman in white felt a slight tingling in her arm, and then saw a flash of red, as if something was stabbing towards her left eye. With no time to block or dodge, she hastily thrust her longsword at the red-clad man's left eye as well, a desperate move intended to injure both. This attack, aimed at the eye, was almost unethical and hardly the move of a master, but it did slow the red-clad man's advance.

The woman in white immediately swung her sword, aiming for every vital point on his body. But the red-clad man's movements were ghostly and elusive, like wisps of smoke. The tip of the woman in white's sword always missed him by a few inches. The red-clad man snorted coldly, his right arm retracting to neutralize the woman in white's exquisite moves. Then, with his right thumb and forefinger, he grasped a needle and thread, flicking it left and right, sending the needle flying from who-knows-where, aimed straight for the woman in white's throat.

The woman in white knew she had encountered an unprecedentedly powerful enemy. Knowing that the slightest opening would cost her her life, she immediately rallied her spirits and focused intently on the battle. Her left hand deftly flicked away the embroidery needles, but her opponent would repeatedly strike her vital points, rendering her incapacitated. The woman in white used her left hand to defend herself, employing her subtle movements to block the red-clad man's lightning-fast attacks. At this moment, the blond-haired man had fully recovered. With a roar, he charged forward to join the attack on the red-clad man, unleashing eighty percent of his power. As he struck, the surrounding air, amplified by his power, produced a tremendous booming sound – truly living up to the name "Thunderbolt Palm"!

Qin Hongmian asked with some surprise,

"Wudang, these people are so eccentric, yet their martial arts are truly strange and ruthless. How can a thin needle be so powerful? I've never seen anything like it before. What kind of martial arts is that?"

Wu Long blurted out,

"The Sunflower Manual!"

Wu Long remembered reading in a book that the Sunflower Manual was created by a palace eunuch in the previous dynasty, but no one knew why such a master would serve as a palace eunuch. Although the Sunflower Manual was profound, it left many difficult questions for future generations to answer, but how this secret manual came to be among the common people was unknown. The martial arts recorded in the manual were extremely profound, and for more than three hundred years after it was written, no one had been able to master it from the book.

Hundreds of years later, after the Sunflower Manual circulated in the Ming Dynasty, martial arts practitioners fought over it, causing countless bloody battles. More than a hundred years ago, this manual was acquired by a branch of the Shaolin Temple in Putian, Fujian. At that time, Abbot Hongye of the Putian Shaolin Temple was a remarkable figure of great wisdom and intelligence. Given his martial arts comprehension, he should have mastered the martial arts recorded in the manual. However, despite years of study, he never began practicing the manual's techniques until his death.

Later, the founders of the Qi and Sword schools of the Huashan Sect (Min Su and Zhu Zifeng in the old version, Yue Su and Cai Zifeng in the second version) secretly read the manual. In their haste, they couldn't read the entire book at the same time, so they each read half. Later, they returned to Huashan and studied it together. Unexpectedly, when they compared the techniques in the book, they found them completely incompatible. Both firmly believed that the other had misread the book, and only their own interpretation was correct. Thus, the division between the Qi and Sword schools of Huashan began.

Abbot Hongye soon discovered this. He knew that the martial arts recorded in this manual were not only extremely powerful but also incredibly dangerous. The most difficult part was the first hurdle; once the first hurdle was overcome, the rest would be relatively easy. The first trial, if even the slightest mistake, would result in immediate death or serious injury. Hongye immediately dispatched his prized disciple, Zen Master Duyuan, to Mount Hua to persuade Yue and Cai not to practice the martial arts described in the manual. Upon

arriving at Mount Hua, Zen Master Duyuan was treated with great respect by Yue and Cai, who admitted to having secretly read the *Sunflower Manual*. While expressing deep regret, they secretly inquired about the martial arts techniques recorded in the manual. Little did they know that although Duyuan was Hongye's prized disciple, he had not been taught the martial arts techniques in the manual. Zen Master Duyuan did not reveal this, but listened to them recite the text, offering casual explanations while secretly memorizing them. Zen Master Duyuan was already highly skilled in martial arts and exceptionally intelligent; upon hearing a single line of the text, he would interpret it in his own words, speaking with remarkable clarity.

However, Yue and Cai already had little to remember, and this interpretation further diminished their understanding. Zen Master Duyuan stayed on Mount Hua for eight days before departing, but he never returned to the Putian Shaolin Temple. Soon after, Zen Master Hongye received a letter from Zen Master Duyuan, saying that he could not suppress his worldly desires and had decided to return to secular life, feeling ashamed to face his master again. Duyuan later changed his name to "Lin Yuantu" and, based on the *Sunflower Manual*, created the Lin Family's Seventy-Two Styles of "Evil-Repelling Swordplay," becoming invincible throughout the land.

Because of this incident, news spread that the Huashan Sect disciples had secretly obtained the *Sunflower Manual*. Not long after, the Ten Elders of the Demonic Sect attacked Huashan, resulting in a great battle at the foot of the mountain. Many of the Demonic Sect Elders were severely wounded and suffered a crushing defeat. However, Yue Su and Cai Zifeng both died in this battle, and their copies of the *Sunflower Manual* were seized by the Demonic Sect. Hongye, sensing the harm the manual might cause and recognizing the extreme danger of its cultivation, especially the insurmountable first stage, burned the book. Later, when Ren Woxing regained his position as leader of the Sun Moon Sect, impressed by the manual's power, he destroyed it on the spot. Finally, the "Evil-Repelling Sword Manual," which shared the same origin as the Sunflower Manual, was also destroyed by Lin Pingzhi. The Sunflower Manual was thus lost forever.

The Ming Dynasty people did not consider the Yuan Dynasty as a separate dynasty, so when they referred to the preceding dynasty, they meant the Song Dynasty. It seems the Sunflower Manual was created by a eunuch during the Song Dynasty. Judging from the man in red's words, he was rescued by an old eunuch who taught him this martial art, so it seems he practiced the complete version of the Sunflower Manual!

The three fought with increasing speed. The blond man unleashed his Thunder Palm technique, its power awe-inspiring, the wind whistling through the air. The white-clad woman countered with gentle grace, her movements fluid and continuous, her palm and sword forming a circular fan, outwardly soft but inwardly powerful. The red-clad man's figure was like a ghost, as swift as smoke, his attacks incredibly fast, like lightning and thunder, without any warning—truly terrifying. The red-clad man weaved between the two, moving with lightning speed, showing no signs of defeat. The chill emanating from the white-clad woman's full-force internal energy lowered the surrounding temperature considerably. The two, one fierce and the other gentle, combined their attacks, greatly increasing their power. Although it was their first time fighting together, they displayed remarkable teamwork. The white-clad woman defended, the blond man attacked, and for a time, the three were evenly matched, seemingly unable to determine a victor for the foreseeable future.

However, the situation changed soon afterward. On the surface, the man in red was still fighting, the woman in white was still defending, and Yan Junshan was still attacking. It seemed that nothing had changed, but in reality, they were gradually losing ground. The woman in white could no longer defend against the opponent's attack alone, and the blond man had no choice but to join in the defense. As a result, their attack became even more ineffective. Wu Long said to Qin Hongmian,

"Let's go, Hongmian, this is none of our business."

Before he could finish speaking, the man in red shrieked,

"Heh heh, you think you can just leave? Not so easy. Little brother, you stay here too!"

He then accelerated rapidly, attacking Wu Long. His speed was so fast that Wu Long's pupils contracted. He hurriedly pushed Qin Hongmian away, but it was too late to dodge. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. The scene of Jiu Mozhi using the "Pinching Flower Finger" technique from yesterday flashed through his mind. He immediately flicked his finger as well. This move was truly a stroke of genius, his mind focused and his energy abundant. He perfectly controlled the force, skill, form, and energy, achieving victory in the face of danger. At this moment, his right middle finger was flicking the embroidery needle.

The embroidery needle was deflected and flew off by his powerful finger force. The red-clad man's figure blurred and he was already in front of him. He swung his hand and struck down with a palm. The speed of his move was unbelievable. Wu Long stomped his foot, and a stone the size of a head under his foot instantly shattered into countless stone fragments of different sizes, which bounced into the air. Immediately afterward, Wu Long's leg blurred into a gray shadow covering half a circle in front of him. Then, the stone fragments of different sizes that flew into the air shot out like bullets under the powerful force. Wu Long followed closely behind, his fists filled with the power to split stone and shatter monuments.

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