[Wuxia] Chasing After the Beauties of Jin Yong's Novels (The Romantic Swordsman) (Complete) - 20

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Part One: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 84: Stealing Fragrance and Jade, Ecstasy in the Cave [Excerpt]

Wu Long laughed and said,

"This old man is no ordinary old man. He is the best physician in the martial arts world, Doctor Xue. And he's not an old man, just a middle-aged man."

"Really? But he looks so old. Why did you capture him?"

Wu Long said,

"To treat his illness, of course."

"Treat his illness? Is Sister A'Zhu sick? Is she sick?"

"Wrong, the patient is me."

After Wu Long finished speaking, he casually untied Doctor Xue and said,

"Excuse me, Doctor Xue."

Doctor Xue said angrily,

"You captured me using such methods. I will not treat your illness. Kill me if you want!"

Wu Long smiled slightly and said,

"Take a look at my martial arts manual first."

Wu Long then used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) and walked around Doctor Xue a few steps. Doctor Xue's eyes widened and he exclaimed,

"This, this is Lingbo Weibu?"

Wu Long smiled slightly and said:

"And this."

He placed his hand on Xue's pulse, and instantly Xue felt his internal energy surge forth like a flood. He cried out,

"Northern Darkness Divine Art? Stop..."

Wu Long smiled slightly, immediately guiding the drawn-in internal energy back into Xue's body. He also reversed the Northern Darkness Heart Sutra, transferring a portion of his own internal energy to Xue. His internal energy was incredibly pure; after merging with Xue's body, it instantly raised Xue's internal energy to a higher level. Then he released his hand. Xue said gratefully,

"Thank you, Uncle-Master!"

Azi looked on curiously and said:

"Master, why does he call you 'Uncle-Master'?"

Wu Long didn't answer, but Doctor Xue knew that the Northern Darkness Divine Art was the number one divine art of the Free and Unfettered Sect, passed down only to one person per generation. Of the four Wu Yazi siblings, only Wu Yazi practiced it because he was the sect leader. Although Doctor Xue didn't know where Wu Long had learned it, he was certain that Wu Long possessed these two martial arts. Therefore, his attitude immediately changed, and he respectfully addressed Wu Long as "Uncle-Master." Wu Long didn't care what he was called or explain how he had obtained these two divine arts. Instead, he said,

"I also know about Uncle-Master Wu Yazi. Don't worry, Ding Chunqiu is nothing but a clown to me. However, I am currently seriously injured and need your help to treat me."

Doctor Xue's expression became excited. He had witnessed Wu Long's martial arts and found them to be truly powerful, making him a top-tier master of the time. Ding Chunqiu was no match for him. Hearing that Wu Long seemed to be injured, he was somewhat puzzled. If he was so powerful even when seriously injured, wouldn't he be even more terrifying when uninjured? He examined him carefully and said,

"Ah, Uncle-Master, your eyes seem somewhat dim. It seems your heart meridian has been damaged. Let me take your pulse."

Wu Long nodded and extended his right hand. Doctor Xue carefully took his pulse for a while, then showed a very surprised expression. Wu Long asked,

"Doctor Xue, how am I?"

Doctor Xue replied:

"Uncle-Master, just call me Mu Hua. Your heart meridian has been struck by a terrifying attack, and the injury is extremely serious. It seems you tried to heal yourself with your internal energy, but the effect wasn't ideal. This kind of injury can't be healed by internal energy alone. If it were anyone else, they would probably be dead already. Master's body is very strong, and his internal energy is very profound, which is why he can move freely. However, his strength has been greatly affected. I'm afraid he can't even exert more than 40% of his internal energy."

A Zi cried out. He thought Wu Long was just joking when he said he was injured, but he didn't expect him to be seriously injured. What's most unbelievable is that with such a serious injury, he broke into Juxian Manor and fought with ease. He is truly superhuman. Wu Long said,

"What you said is very accurate. Is there any way to treat it?"

Doctor Xue said:

"Uncle-Master seems to have consumed a considerable amount of spiritual medicine, but your heart meridian is severely damaged, making it impossible to neutralize the effects of these medicines. If I'm not mistaken, besides the Northern Darkness Divine Art, Uncle-Master has cultivated an extremely profound form of extremely Yang internal energy, reaching the perfect state of Yang giving rise to Yin. However, this kind of internal energy is far too fierce and powerful. While extremely effective against enemies, it also damages one's own meridians. If Uncle-Master were not injured, it would be fine, but once injured, internal energy is not suitable for healing. On the contrary, because the internal energy is too Yang, it can worsen the injury. And a heart meridian injury is even more dangerous. There are only two ways to completely cure it. First, Uncle-Master must relinquish his own internal energy and seek out the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing to cultivate

. The Yi Jin Jing can change tendons and break bones, and it has a very strong effect on any injury. It only takes three to five years to fully recover." Wu Long naturally disagreed with giving up his internal energy and immediately shook his head, as Doctor Xue said.

"Another one is that if you, Uncle-Master, can find the legendary Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm and use the Northern Darkness Divine Art to absorb and refine its thousand-year-old cold energy for immediate use, truly achieving the unity of Yin and Yang and cultivating the Northern Darkness Divine Art to its great perfection, then your internal injuries can be healed in a few months. If you combine it with some spiritual medicine, you can even recover in a few days. If you reach that level, Uncle-Master, you will not only be immune to all poisons, but your Yin and Yang will be unified, and your internal strength will be unparalleled throughout history, making you virtually invincible. However, I have only read about the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm in books, and I don't know if it really exists."

A-Zi couldn't help but say,

"You old geezer, what you said is as good as nothing."

Wu Long, however, was delighted and said,

"I do know the whereabouts of the Ice Silkworm. Hmm, the second method is the best."

Thinking of this, Wu Long said to Doctor Xue:

"Thanks to you this time. Well, I should be able to find the Ice Silkworm in two months. After I recover, I'll go and clean house for you. By the way, your master is at Leigu Mountain, right? Where exactly is that mountain? I'll visit him when I get back."

Doctor Xue was almost crying with joy. If he could get Wu Long's help, eliminating the traitor would be just around the corner. Seeing his almost tearful joy, A Zi laughed and said,

"Old man, you're so old, yet you're still like a child."

A Zhu said,

"A Zi, don't be rude."

A Zi playfully stuck out her tongue, but unusually obediently remained silent. Wu Long was secretly amazed. They were indeed sisters. He hadn't known this little vixen for long, but she already listened to A Zhu very well. Wu Long said,

"A Zi, I'm afraid I need to borrow your treasure."

A Zi wasn't stingy. She was clever enough to know Wu Long's intention: to use the Divine Wood King Cauldron to capture the Thousand Ice Silkworm. She immediately took a small package from her waist and said,

"Brother-in-law, take this."

"Huh? Miss, may I borrow this to take a look?"

Doctor Xue feigned surprise, which Azi readily refused. She then looked back at Wu Long, who smiled faintly and nodded to Azi.

Azi gritted her teeth and said, "Alright, you can take a look, but you absolutely mustn't break it!"

Doctor Xue chuckled and said, "Thank you, Miss Azi. I'm just curious and want to see it for myself. Please rest assured, Miss Azi!"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Azi took the package from her bosom and handed it to Doctor Xue, but she was watching him intently.

Doctor Xue took the wooden cauldron, weighed it in his hand, and couldn't help but be startled. He quickly opened the package and took out the small, deep yellow wooden cauldron. Azhu and Wu Long looked at the small wooden cauldron curiously. They saw that it was quite small, and apart from its strange color, it seemed unremarkable. They didn't understand what was so special about it, so they all stared intently at Doctor Xue.

Upon seeing the wooden cauldron, Doctor Xue's eyes blazed with fervor, his voice trembling with excitement as he asked Azi,

"Miss Azi, is this cauldron called the Divine Wood King Cauldron?"

Azi asked curiously, "How did you know?"

A strange expression appeared on Doctor Xue's face. He laughed for a while before saying resentfully, "How would I know? How could I not know? Ding Chunqiu betrayed my sect and stole the Divine Wood King Cauldron that I used for refining medicine. Humph, otherwise how could he have mastered that vicious 'Dissolving Power Technique'? Humph!"

Azi quickly stopped him and asked, "You mean, this cauldron is yours?"

Doctor Xue said, "Of course it is!"

Azi pouted, snatched the cauldron, hugged it to her chest, and said disdainfully, "You say it's yours, so it's yours? I could say it's mine! It's ridiculous!" Azi jumped onto the carriage, not even glancing at Doctor Xue, her little mouth pouting high.

Doctor Xue stared at Azi, speechless, clearly exasperated, his lips trembling. Wu Long shook his head, got out of the carriage, patted Doctor Xue, and deliberately asked,

"Doctor Xue, is this cauldron really yours? Can you tell me what's so magical about it?"

Doctor Xue sighed, still unwilling to give up, and looked at the carriage ahead. Azi was looking at him, and when she saw him looking at her, she made a face. Doctor Xue was exasperated, but seeing Wu Long's equally bewildered expression, he finally let out a slow sigh, releasing all the pent-up frustration in his chest, and began to speak:

"Back then, Ding Chunqiu betrayed our sect, injured my grandmaster, and stole many valuable items, including this Divine Wood King Cauldron.

This cauldron was painstakingly crafted by my master to capture poisonous insects and refine medicinal herbs. I was studying medicine, and my master, seeing my progress, passed it on to me. Unfortunately, my skills were inferior, and Ding Chunqiu snatched it away, which is why he was able to master the 'Dissolving Power Technique.'

The most magical aspect of this cauldron is worth mentioning to my uncle. If specially prepared medicinal herbs are burned inside, the cauldron emits a wonderful fragrance that spreads, attracting poisonous insects from the surrounding area, which you can then capture. Xingxiu Sea is originally the territory of my Xiaoyao Sect, teeming with poisonous insects; it would have been the most suitable place to refine medicine. But Ding Chunqiu forcibly occupied it and even stole the cauldron. Otherwise, how could I have earned the title of 'Enemy of the King of Hell'? It's all because of this! Alas…"

"If I were to ask Miss Azi to return it to Doctor Xue, how would Doctor Xue repay me?" Wu Long asked with a smile.

Doctor Xue gripped his arm tightly and said urgently, "Really, if you can really get her to return it to me, I'll grant you one request. As long as it's not something immoral, I'm willing!"

Wu Long secretly praised him, but then asked, "Why doesn't Doctor Xue go and get it herself? If she won't give it to you, can't you just take it from her?"

Doctor Xue was taken aback, then said sadly, "I know she will absolutely not give it to me. Besides, if I were to take it from her, and word got out that Doctor Xue was bullying a young girl and stealing her things, wouldn't that make the whole world laugh at me!"

At the same time, there was something else he didn't say: "Uncle-Master, with you here, do I really need to resist?"

“That’s true. Then, Doctor Xue, wait for my good news. After I use it to capture the Thousand-Year Ice Silkworm, I’ll return it to you.”

Doctor Xue was overjoyed and said,

“Thank you

, Uncle-Master!” “It’s settled then. Old Xue, go and prepare. We’ll meet at Leigu Mountain in two months.”

Doctor Xue nodded quickly, bowed respectfully to Wu Long, and then used his lightness skill to leave the cave. Wu Long said,

“It’s getting late. I’ll go hunt some game. Let’s rest in this cave tonight.”

The two women agreed. Wu Long went out for a while and returned with a wild boar. The three of them chatted and became much closer to each other. That night, Azi, exhausted from the day, fell asleep. Azhu, half-asleep, suddenly felt a weight on her body and instinctively jumped, only to see Wulong's lewd smile. She cried out,

"Husband, no! Azi is still here!"

"Hehe, she's fast asleep. It's alright. My darling, we haven't been intimate in so long."

Wulong pressed her tightly beneath him, using his skilled techniques to subdue her. Their bodies rubbed together intimately, almost without gap, the intense sensory stimulation immediately triggering Wulong's primal instincts. Almost simultaneously, Azhu felt Wulong's burgeoning desire press against her soft abdomen.

"You—"

Azhu's body instantly went limp, her beautiful face burning red, her words cut short by excessive shyness. Fueled by passion, Azhu was exceptionally alluring and captivating, irresistibly alluring.

Azi's existence seemed to have been completely forgotten by Wu Long and his companion. They were now intoxicated by their lustful impulses. "Azhu—" Wu Long's voice was filled with desire, almost burning her alive in this blaze of passion. He couldn't help but twist his body against hers, wanting to feel the pleasure of embracing her more clearly.

However, as a man, Wu Long inevitably increased the pressure on her hips. One could imagine his hot, hard erection throbbing against her lower abdomen. How could she not feel Wu Long's desire for her? Azhu's eyes were languid, her parched lips uttering murmurs that fueled Wu Long's desire. Her fiery body, feeling Wu Long's assault, didn't push him away righteously; instead, she obediently parted her legs, and Wu Long forcefully pressed himself against her through her clothes. Morality made it difficult for her to accept, but desire made her submit to Wu Long's actions.

"Husband—"

She couldn't help but cry out as Wu Long thrust forcefully into her. Although it might wake A Zi, Wu Long couldn't care less about that now. In this special space and environment, Wu Long was completely captivated by the alluring A Zhu, and A Zhu was in the same boat, completely enveloped by Wu Long's masculine desire, having forgotten herself. Sensing that A Zhu didn't resist Wu Long's actions, Wu Long thought that A Zhu also desired him. The affair proceeded in a passionate atmosphere, their bodies intertwined like snakes. Although they hadn't yet consummated their union, the pleasure was already overwhelming for Azhu, this young woman. Azhu breathed heavily as Wulong's nimble tongue plunged into her lovely mouth, drawing her tongue into a dance of love.

Wulong's mouth wasn't idle, and his hands weren't idle either. One hand attacked her full buttocks, while the other unceremoniously grasped her high, round breasts. Wulong's movements were skillful, both at first and second, gently caressing her buttocks, sliding towards her hidden depths, while simultaneously stroking her soft... At the peak of her pleasure, Wu Long gently kneaded her breasts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, bringing her immense joy. Lost in pleasure, she could no longer stop Wu Long's actions; the sensation of their saliva mixing together also gave him immense pleasure. Her body trembled violently, and with a tearing sound, Wu Long inadvertently ripped open her bra.

A Zhu gasped in surprise; her white breasts were completely exposed before Wu Long. The erect, rosy nipples bloomed proudly before him like plum blossoms. Upon seeing this, Wu Long was consumed by lust. With a gentle push, his hand slipped inside her trousers, tightly gripping her wet vulva. She cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling violently, her proud upper body arching upwards. Her alluring rosy lips met Wu Long's, who immediately took them into his mouth and sucked hard. "Ah!" she cried out in ecstasy, a flood of pleasure engulfing Wu Long's hand. Wu Long was astonished. She had climaxed. He looked up to meet her incredibly shy face. She covered her face tightly with her hands, trying to deceive herself by denying what had just happened.

Wu Long's erect penis was pressing against the base of her thigh, rubbing against her genitals with her movements. Wu Long felt a warm spot against her, immediately recognizing it. His pent-up desire surged, pressing firmly against that spot. He pulled A Zhu into his arms, lovingly stroking her hair, and said,

"If you really don't want to, I won't force you today."

A Zhu, aching and numb from his erection, slumped into his arms. Hearing Wu Long's words, she was moved, and shyly glanced at his erect penis. She pursed her lips, reached out, grasped it, and then took it into her mouth.

A Zhu took it in her mouth and immediately, following the method that Madam Wang had secretly taught her and A Bi, extended her tongue and entwined it.

Wu Long felt his head enveloped by a warm cavity, two rows of hard yet smooth teeth constantly rubbing against it. A Zhu's fragrant tongue entwined around him, teasing and stimulating his erection, slowly swallowing and releasing, further fueling his desire. His head grew even more erect, and his penis swelled even larger.

...

A Zhu lay on top of Wu Long, feeling his penis still erect and throbbing inside her. Her body trembled with a tingling sensation, but she had no strength left to continue. She could only let Wu Long turn her over and make her kneel on the ground.

Wu Long's hands caressed A Zhu's smooth back, slowly moving downwards. Suddenly, he grabbed her slender waist and thrust in forcefully. Feeling the tight cavity squeezing his penis, he unconsciously increased the speed of his thrusts, his breathing becoming rapid.

How could Azhu endure Wulong's unrestrained passion? Her hands gave way, and she could only helplessly lie down, letting Wulong thrust forcefully into her buttocks, feeling the ultimate pleasure, involuntarily moaning. She let her two full breasts be pressed against the bed, rubbing against each other with the rhythm of Wulong's thrusts, her eyes filled with a dazed look…

Chapter 85 of the First Part: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World: The Female Rapist Azi Picks Poppies [Essence]

Azhu had climaxed countless times under Wulong's crotch, only knowing that each time the feeling was different, like falling into the sea and floating in the clouds—two completely different sensations.

Azhu was enduring Wulong's storm-like onslaught, her delicate pink face flushed red, her head shaking incessantly, her half-open cherry lips exhaling hot breath, constantly emitting delicate moans, stimulating Wulong on top of her to make even more violent movements.

"Ah…husband…I…can't take it anymore…" Azhu cried out, her jade hands still waving in the air. Wu Long's large hands grasped her firm, full breasts,

kneading them forcefully, causing the glistening flesh to change shape in his hands. His thick waist twisted violently, thrusting rapidly. Like water rippling in beautiful arcs, it was simply perfect.

"Ah Zhu...use your legs, squeeze me tightly!!"

Wu Long commanded, panting heavily. Ah Zhu's long, slender legs clamped tightly around Wu Long's waist, responding to his thrusts, violently raising her hips. Wu Long's impact against her tender core felt like it was shattering her soul, as if it were pressing against her own heart, leaving her speechless with pleasure, only able to moan and gasp. A quarter of an hour later, Ah Zhu trembled violently, her beautiful hips arching upwards, arching her back as she climaxed again.

"Ah... Husband... I'm... ascending to heaven..." A'Zhu's hands suddenly gripped Wu Long tightly, her fragrant buttocks swaying wildly from side to side, opening and closing, sucking and convulsing. Suddenly, a stream of slippery, hot fluid gushed out, making Wu Long feel extremely comfortable.

"Ah... I've come... I've come again..." A'Zhu groaned, her beautiful legs sliding down limply. After climaxing, A'Zhu lay weakly on the bed, her jade-like skin flushed with the rosy hue of orgasm, her small, red mouth open as she panted softly. Wu Long lowered his head and kissed A Zhu's delicate, pink face, softly asking, "A Zhu, how many times did you ejaculate today?"

A Zhu squirmed restlessly, her delicate nose emitting an alluring moan, and said shyly, "Husband, no more! You're teasing me again."

Wu Long smiled slightly and deliberately said, "A Zhu, how about a few more times?"

A Zhu's face changed color, "Husband, I really... I really can't anymore. I'm so weak from ejaculating. Please spare me."

Wu Long laughed,

"Just kidding. Get some rest."

A Zhu nodded; she was exhausted and soon fell asleep. Wu Long checked his injuries; they had improved somewhat due to the dual cultivation treatment, but full recovery seemed a long way off. Wu Long sighed inwardly, thinking,

"That wretched little girl, if I catch her, I'll definitely pamper you in bed for three days and three nights."

At the same time, Wu Long thought of his family in the 20th century. He remembered how he had been combative since childhood, causing his parents countless troubles. Later, after practicing martial arts, he became the strongest bully in the small town. But a drunken attempt to save a damsel in distress resulted in the death of a powerful man's son, forcing him to flee overseas and become an underground boxer. Now, everything he had experienced seemed like a nightmare. Was his life in the 21st century real, or was his life here real?

The cave was quiet. A'Zhu was sleeping soundly, her breathing steady, but the other's breathing was somewhat erratic. Irregular? Wu Long looked into another part of the cave and saw that A Zi's body was trembling slightly, as if she was suppressing something. Wu Long was stunned at first, then realized that his and A Zhu's lovemaking must have woken her up. The little girl had heard about the success of the past half month and seemed to be feeling restless, but she was suppressing it for fear of being discovered. Wu Long's desires were far from being satisfied, and his resentment towards the mysterious girl in palace attire made his true energy boil. At the same time, a strange loneliness and other dark emotions began to get out of control. It was also because his internal energy had grown too fast, and the martial arts he was practicing had mutated. While this had given him a cultivation speed of dozens of times, it had also sown the seeds of disaster, making him prone to qi deviation.

His true energy boiled uncontrollably in his body. Wu Long's brain went blank, and an unknown violent desire filled his heart. Without thinking, he pounced on A Zi. A Zi was startled. When she saw Wu Long's bloodshot eyes, she instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Let go!"

Azi cried out urgently. The close contact between their bodies made her fully feel Wulong's invasion—a violent caress. Wulong, holding Azi's waist, rolled her into a corner of the cave. His powerful thighs rudely parted Azi's kicking legs, and with rapid breathing, Wulong's hand forcefully slipped under her clothes, directly touching her smooth skin. Azi's face turned pale with fright. She now realized how powerful a crazed man could be; it was something she couldn't resist. Her two powerless legs were spread apart by the man, and her most vulnerable parts were being tormented like fire. A thick, strong thing was rudely erect on top of her.

The pleasure from peeping hadn't faded yet, and now it was suddenly like a live-fire exercise. This rapid change left Azi with no time to process it. She desperately tried to fight back, but he seemed completely oblivious, doing as he pleased. "Ah!" Azi suddenly screamed. Wu Long's hand tore open her belt, his fingers sliding down her full buttocks, while his other hand twisted her rosy nipple. "No!" Azi struggled desperately, a strange pleasure mixed with intense pain sweeping through her body. How could a naive young girl withstand such stimulation? Azi felt as if a fire was burning her, about to turn her to ashes.

Wu Long was holding a burning flame, and he felt he wanted it, and since there was a woman beside him, he didn't need to hold back. All his actions were completely driven by his senses, releasing a yang energy even stronger than when he was with Azhu, as if tightly merging the two of them together, intensely engulfing Azi's heart in Wu Long's arms.

Although Azi had imagined being held in Wulong's arms and being brazenly intimate with him while spying on Wulong and Azhu, it was just a thought. When the moment actually arrived, her reason told her she couldn't do it, but her instincts were already overwhelmed by the burning sensation.

Wulong's hands were like the most raging storm waves, carrying Azi's small boat into a vast ocean, making her feel like she was sinking and floating in his arms. Their clothes kept falling away, but the temperature between them rose as high as their desire. Waves of pleasure surged from Wulong's hands into Azi's mind, and moans escaped from her delicate lips. The man's strong scent filled her nostrils. Azi wanted to raise her fist to stop him, but she had no strength at all. How could she? Azi's mind was a blur. "How could this ugly man take my precious first time?" she thought. Now, Azi resigned herself to her fate. Her purple clothes were tossed aside, and her small, jade-like hands wrapped around Wulong's neck.

Wulong's mouth nibbled and kissed Azi's breasts, savoring the little vixen. Suddenly, Wulong lifted Azi up abruptly. Her body, exposed to the firelight, was so beautiful and pure. Her high, firm breasts stood erect with excitement, and Azi's body radiated a strong pink. Wulong's hands thrust downwards forcefully, and Azi's full buttocks were exposed to him. "No!" Azi cried out, startled by the stimulation. After all, she was still a virgin, and suddenly having her most private parts stripped naked was still quite unsettling. Wu Long completely ignored her, forcefully flipping A Zi over so she was crawling on the ground like a dog. A Zi was startled and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Wu Long's eyes were bloodshot, and he had no time to answer her. He pressed her body down with his legs and quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his weapon of conquest. A thick, red penis slapped onto her buttocks. A Zi was startled. She didn't know what Wu Long had used to slap her, only that it was hot and hard, and definitely not a good thing. A Zi tried to turn around, but Wu Long pressed her to the ground. In the firelight, Wu Long carefully observed A Zi's narrow peach blossom. Caught by Wu Long's gaze, A Zi cried out in shame,

"No, Master Brother, no! Don't look!"

Without thinking, Wu Long slapped her vulva. A Zi shuddered, the strong vibration reaching deep into her body. "Ah..." A Zi cried out and collapsed to the ground. Wu Long looked at her slightly parted, rosy passage, a slippery liquid already slowly flowing out. He breathed heavily, showing no mercy, and aimed his erect penis at that small spot. He forcefully spread her buttocks apart and thrust inside. A Zi

still felt something round pressing against her vulva, before anything even happened, a tremendous force split her body completely apart. A Zi let out a sharp cry of pain, her head thrown back. Her buttocks ached so much she could barely feel them; something burning hot had entered her body. A Zi suddenly realized she was no longer a pure girl. How could this be? A Zi's heart was filled with helplessness; this shouldn't be happening to her.

Without mercy, Wu Long's burning penis pierced through A Zi's symbol of purity, fiercely tearing open her tight passage like a sharp spear, stabbing deep into her core, forcing A Zi to experience a stimulating sensation amidst intense pain. Meanwhile, Wu Long's member was tightly and hotly gripped by A Zi's body. Although they hadn't gone any further, he already felt an infinitely wonderful sensation the moment he entered.

"Ah..." Wu Long groaned comfortably. His body was still under the control of a demonic possession. Wu Long's large hand gently pressed down on A Zi's back, pinning her upper body to the ground. At the same time, Wu Long forcefully spread A Zi's legs apart, causing her snow-white, plump buttocks to rise high into the sky. Her small vulva was enlarged to its limit, bearing the further penetration of Wu Long's member.

"Oh..." A Zi painfully dug her fingers into the ground. It felt as if Wu Long had pierced her stomach. Tears flowed uncontrollably, partly because A Zi's dignity had been ruthlessly destroyed, and partly because it was so painful. "No..." A Zi cried out, "Don't move!" She knew her fate of being humiliated was irreversible, but at least she should be made to feel some comfort. Normally, Wu Long might have shown some tenderness, but now, he didn't care who she was. Even if she was the emperor's daughter, once Wu Long's member was inside her, it was impossible for him to stay still.

Wu Long ignored her request, held her buttocks, and pulled his member back. Instantly, both of them gasped. It felt amazing, incredibly amazing. He could almost feel the relentless pressure and friction of A Zi's delicate jade gate against his member as it was pulled out. Intense pleasure surged from his member to the top of his head, his nerves were extremely excited, and his true energy circulated within him several times faster than usual. A Zi felt her body, which had been completely filled, suddenly lacking something. Although the pain made her dizzy, a strong sense of emptiness suddenly swept over her. She froze. What was happening?

Wu Long was almost driven mad with excitement. He suddenly picked up A Zi and slammed her against the opposite cave wall, forcefully spreading her thighs apart before launching his full-force attack. A Zi was startled, nearly fainting from the intense onslaught. Her hands pressed against the cold stone wall, but waves of heat surged from within her, making it impossible to control her body. Her round buttocks swayed automatically, her vulva tightly gripping Wu Long's member. Pain and pleasure mingled, overwhelming A Zi's senses. She was becoming somewhat frenzied. Wu Long breathed heavily, repeating the thrusting and withdrawing motions like a machine. The powerful force, the rapid speed, and the unparalleled pleasure generated by the close friction of their genitals surged through every corner of A Zi's body. A Zi's body trembled violently, a bewitching pink blush appearing on her beautiful and alluring form. She had finally succumbed to passion.

Wu Long's most powerful and effective method for conquering women is the "Yin Yang Harmony Divine Skill," which has now become an instinct for him. With the acceleration of his clone, Wu Long's true energy surges into every meridian of A Zi with unstoppable force, causing her internal energy to circulate continuously. This brings her an unprecedentedly intense shock, a comprehensive impact on both body and mind. As her body resists his advances, her mind gradually succumbs to Wu Long. A Zi's body is completely aroused; her juices flow uncontrollably from her jade gate, the tight passage gradually being opened up. Wu Long's thrusts become increasingly smooth, and he rubs her large breasts with his hands, his unrestrained caresses bringing her even greater pleasure. A Zi bites her lip, trying to suppress her wanton moans.

"No..." A Zi suddenly covers her mouth, but involuntary sounds still escape her lips. Wu Long, oblivious to her sensitive spots, teased her with his hands, his tongue lightly licking her beautiful, delicate earlobe. Waves of pleasure surged between them. As Wu Long accelerated, the intense heat of desire built up to the point of explosion. Suddenly, A Zi's eyes widened, her hands tightly covering her mouth. A terrifying pleasure surged through her body, and A Zi stopped breathing.

"Ugh..." A Zi let out a long moan, and with a bang, her world shattered. A surge of true energy instantly filled every corner of her body. Unprecedented happiness suddenly descended upon her, as if her soul had left her body and was soaring freely in the sky. Warm, ocean-like true energy enveloped her, and A Zi's eyes became clear and empty.

Just as Azi climaxed, Wu Long recovered and realized how beautiful Azi was in his arms. He hadn't noticed before, even while they were having sex. Azi's true energy surged into Wu Long's body, merging seamlessly with his, forming a larger, more powerful, and purer true energy. The true energy rapidly increased, and in a miraculous instant, Wu Long and Azi's minds connected. Both were shocked—something they had never experienced before. For a moment, Wu Long was at a loss, as if two completely different people had merged into one. Their true energy underwent a new sublimation, flowing continuously within their bodies.

Wu Long was astonished; this was unbelievable! Then, the connection abruptly broke, shattering. The true energy returned to its original speed, but Wu Long felt his power had deepened. Azi regained her breathing. Suddenly empowered by the increased true energy, Azi's beautiful body appeared even more alluring, especially after the mental contact, which filled her with immense curiosity, momentarily forgetting the pain of losing her virginity. Although it was short, it left a deep impression.

Azi collapsed weakly into Wulong's arms. While her true energy had increased, the strength she'd expended wasn't so easily replenished. Wulong's member remained erect, still throbbing within her jade gate. Holding her close, Wulong said,

"Azi, were you comfortable just now? I opened up many of your meridians; your internal energy is at least 40% stronger than before."

Wulong leered at her twisted and deformed breasts in his hands, her flat and firm abdomen, and every inch of her body. Azi was beautiful and delicate, her face slightly flushed from the recent stimulation. She lowered her head and saw Wulong's member still inside her messy jade gate. She cried out and covered her eyes. Wulong chuckled and said, "We've already done it, what's there to be afraid of?" "You! You weren't a good person after all!" Azi retorted angrily, staring wide-eyed at Wulong, looking sullen.

Part 1: Fallen Dragon World, Chapter 86: The Woman Who Raped Ah Zi and Picked Poppies 2 [Excerpt]

Ah Zi cried out and covered her eyes. Wu Long chuckled and said, "We've already done it, what's there to be afraid of?" "You! You weren't a good person after all!" Ah Zi said angrily. She stared at Wu Long with wide eyes, looking sullen. Wu Long laughed:

"I never said I was a good person, and I just went into a qi deviation, you seduced me."

"You!!!"

Even though Ah Zi was quick-witted and ruthless, she was furious at Wu Long's shameless words. Wu Long found her angry appearance even more adorable, giving him a strong urge. Her rosy little mouth opening and closing was almost unbearable for him.

With these thoughts in mind, Wu Long's penis naturally swelled up again inside Ah Zi's muddy jade gate. Due to the close contact between the two, Ah Zi immediately noticed Wu Long's improper behavior. Her face flushed red, her anger vanishing instantly, replaced by boundless shyness and annoyance.

"What are you trying to do now?" she asked

. Azi unconsciously shifted her body, trying to alleviate the strange sensation within her, but this only intensified the stimulation between them.

"Don't do this..." she cried, trying to push Wu Long away. His swollen member was deep inside her; her body, recently developed by Wu Long, remembered the hardness of his burning member, and she couldn't refuse. Wu Long chuckled, "Azi, let's play a game. If you lose, you'll call me 'husband' like your sister. Don't worry, there's a reward."

Wu Long's hand slid over her engorged member, and she jolted, clamping tightly around his member. Wu Long let out a sensual cry. Azi, extremely embarrassed, trembled and asked, "What game do you want to play?" "It seems the previous actions were also unbearable for her."

A fierce lust, capable of consuming her completely, shone in Wu Long's eyes. A Zi, for a moment, didn't know what Wu Long was thinking, but she knew this would definitely have bad consequences for her. "Then let's begin!" Wu Long said happily.

"Haha, I'll teach you slowly!"

A Zi looked at Wu Long, and under his gaze, a fire of desire slowly burned within her. Wu Long's hands pressed against her sexy buttocks, and then he pulled his penis outwards. He hadn't expected A Zi's vagina to be so tight. Even though Wu Long had clearly already carefully explored it, it was still so difficult. His penis was tightly held by her vagina, as if it were superglue, attracting him. Waves of pleasure spread throughout Wu Long's body as he pulled. "Oh...oh!" "Azi gripped Wulong's hands tightly, her eyes wide as she watched his thick member slowly withdraw from her delicate jade gate. Her juices and blood stained his member, a strange scent emanating from it, filling Azi with intense excitement. How could this be? Yet, at the same time, a feeling of emptiness washed over her, leaving her bewildered. With

a 'plop!', Wulong's member fell out of her jade gate, a gush of juices flowing out, turning her crimson jade gate a red and white mess, the small opening slowly closing. Azi breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, Wulong suddenly grabbed her buttocks and turned her around. Azi exclaimed in surprise,

'What are you doing?'

Wulong laughed and said, 'Let's play a more interesting game!'"

Wu Long's hand slipped between her legs and easily lifted her up. A Zi trembled in panic, her instincts telling her something terrible was about to happen. She cried out, "No! No! Wu Long, stop playing around!" Wu Long spread her legs wide, creating a small opening in her previously closed vulva. But Wu Long was now interested in her small anus. He gently thrust his penis against her anus

, using the lubrication from her vaginal fluids. Only then did she realize Wu Long's intention. A Zi cried out in surprise, "No! This won't do! Don't use that! It won't do! I'll break!" "

Azi's eyes were filled with extreme fear. Although she was born into the evil Xingxiu Sect, when had she ever experienced something like this? How could this be? Azi was so scared that she almost cried, but how could she resist the strength of the man behind her? Although it felt quite good just now, it didn't mean she wouldn't regret it now. Wu Long grabbed her buttocks and sat on his penis, his hands deeply inserting into her anus, forcibly creating a small hole, and then thrusting in with the lubrication of his penis. Far more painful than before, Azi felt a strong spasm throughout her body. Azi desperately opened her eyes wide. Such a clever and quirky girl like Azi had her anus defiled by Wu Long like this, and a sense of pride as a man instantly filled her body. "Ah..." Tears and snot streamed down Azi's face, her features scrunched up. The violent contraction of her anus made Wu Long's penis feel incredibly comfortable, but at the same time, it made Azi feel even more intense pain. Azi curled up into a ball.

"Isn't this game fun?" "It's so tight!" Wu Long grabbed her buttocks and pressed down hard. A Zi gritted her teeth, completely forgetting any ladylike demeanor, her nerves throbbing uncontrollably. "Ah!" A Zi cried out, her eyes rolled back, her anus loosened, and Wu Long's penis thrust inside, tighter and hotter than her jade gate, the pleasure making Wu Long feel like he was ascending to heaven. Wu Long became even more excited, laughing loudly:

"How is it, comfortable? If you're convinced, then admit defeat!"

As he spoke, Wu Long's hand reached for her jade gate, teasing her clitoris. A Zi, experiencing lovemaking for the first time, couldn't resist such an attack, her body shuddered violently, and she climaxed again, unable to bear the stimulation, she fainted.

This won't do, it really won't work. Ignoring her, Wu Long thrust forcefully inside her several times, tearing her anus open. A faint trace of blood spread, the impact against her body slapping against her. A Zi was dizzy and conscious, her mind hazy, no longer feeling anything, but instead experiencing a kind of pleasure. A Zi forgot everything and involuntarily cried out. After a couple more thrusts, Wu Long no longer consciously controlled himself and ejaculated, his whole body relaxing. He released her, but she was now a limp limp mass, lying weakly on the ground, her mind not quite clear. Having experienced so many orgasms, she probably couldn't even find her soul anymore. Wu Long pressed her buttocks and pulled out his penis.

Wu Long carefully tore a clean white cloth from her underwear to wipe her clean, and also cleaned himself. He then channeled his essence into her body to help her recover her vitality, and she slowly woke up. "You!" Azi glared weakly at Wulong, saying, "How could you do this?" Wulong hugged her, touching and licking her. Her body, recently awakened by Wulong, was indeed quite sensitive, even though she didn't want to. Her body automatically responded to Wulong's actions. Azi angrily said,

"Stop it!" Wulong pinched her nipple, and Azi shuddered as if electrocuted, making Wulong's hand wet. Wulong laughed loudly,

"Azhu, is it comfortable? Call me husband from now on." Azi breathed heavily, her body feeling like it was on fire. As long as Wulong's hands were on her body, even if her desire was released several times, it wouldn't alleviate her discomfort.

"Let me go!" Azi was angry at her body's lack of willpower. Seeing Azi's pouting lips, Wulong suddenly had an idea and pressed her head against his penis. Azi was startled and said, "What are you doing?" Wulong rubbed his glans against her lips, saying, "Come on, lick your husband!" Azi angrily shouted, "I!" "Just as she opened her mouth, Wu Long thrust inside her. A Zi coughed violently from the force of his penetration, 'Ugh...ugh...' A Zi tried to pull out Wu Long's penis with her small hands, but recoiled at the slightest touch. The feeling of being enveloped by A Zi's warm, moist mouth was quite pleasant, especially her two rows of small white teeth. A Zi wanted to bite, but hesitated. After all, this thing had given her a taste of womanhood's pleasure. Wu Long dared to do this because he knew her secret. However, Wu Long's penis was simply too large. After a few thrusts, A Zi almost couldn't breathe. Seeing this, Wu Long gritted his teeth and ejaculated into her mouth.

Now all three holes were thoroughly emptied. Wu Long pulled out but forced her to drink it all. Although A Zi's face flushed red and then turned pale, she complied. Afraid that Wu Long would do something else she couldn't bear, A Zi angrily said, 'You've gone too far!'" Wu Long lifted her buttocks and inserted himself into her jade gate. A Zi cooperated by hugging Wu Long's waist and swaying gently. This was more acceptable to her than the other two methods. She said, "This is fine, but how can you touch someone else's..." Wu Long knew what she was going to say, and thrust in hard twice, saying, "Who told you to disobey? Will you call me husband or not!"

Speaking of which, A Zi was a top-quality beauty. After being deflowered, she possessed a charming and alluring beauty, which made Wu Long want to possess her. A Zi hesitated for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, she was being fucked to death by Wu Long's penis. She said,

"Husband, don't do it anymore, ah... no!" A Zi rushed towards orgasm. Since being deflowered, she had become more and more likely to reach orgasm. At the same time, driven by male selfishness, Wu Long left his vibrant semen in her body, which she had never visited before. Wu Long laughed,

"That's a good girl. Rest well for a while, I'm going to take a trip."

A Zi was exhausted from his antics, nodded drowsily, and fell into a deep sleep. Wu Long had just cleansed A Zi's Yin energy, and his internal injuries had improved considerably; he could now circulate more than 50% of his internal energy. Wu Long immediately used his lightness skill and left the cave, heading towards Shaolin Temple. With Wu Long's lightness skill, a hundred miles was covered quickly, and he used every secluded path he could find to run. Thorns and weeds tore his trouser legs to shreds, but he had no choice but to endure it. Taking this path up the mountain, the journey was much longer, and it took him more than an hour to reach the back of Shaolin Temple. In the 21st century, Wu Long had been to Shaolin many times; although some things had changed over the millennium, he could still recognize it.

In the original story, A Zhu seemed to have stolen the *Yi Jin Jing* from behind the bronze mirror in the Bodhi Courtyard! But Shaolin Temple was no ordinary temple; its halls and courtyards numbered in the dozens, scattered across the hillside. After running around like a headless fly for half a day, Wu Long finally found the Bodhi Courtyard.

He crouched low, moving stealthily under the cover of trees, crossing four courtyards, and hiding behind a Bodhi tree. Suddenly, he saw two monks lying in wait behind the opposite tree. The two monks remained completely still, virtually undetectable in the darkness. However, his sharp eyes caught a glint in the gleam of the monk's knife in one of the monks' hands. He thought,

"That was close! If I had moved even a little faster, my hiding place would have been exposed."

Shaolin Temple had a final boss, so Wu Long naturally had to be careful. He waited behind the tree for a while, but the two monks remained motionless. This "waiting for the rabbit to run into the tree stump" strategy was quite effective; if he moved even slightly, the two monks would notice him. However, he couldn't remain motionless for too long. Wu Long hesitated for a moment, then picked up a small pebble and flicked it with his finger. His movement was skillful, initially slow but then accelerating. The pebble flew silently, but its sharp sound came from about seven or eight zhang away, striking a large tree with a loud thud. The two monks ducked and rushed towards the tree. After the monks had passed him, Wu Long leaped up and vaulted into the courtyard beside him. In the moonlight, he could clearly see a plaque with the words "Bodhi Courtyard" written on it. He knew the two monks, seeing nothing amiss, would surely return. Without lingering, he went straight to the back courtyard, passed through the front hall of the Bodhi Courtyard, and darted into the rear hall.

In a flash, he saw a burly man's figure flash past him with extraordinary speed, his movements incredibly swift. Wu Long was startled:

"Oh no! Who is this person?"

He pulled his palm back to protect himself, then turned around and couldn't help but chuckle. Opposite him was another burly man, one palm raised diagonally, protecting his face, chest hunched, back straight, his aura as imposing as a mountain. It turned out that a screen stood before the Buddha statue in the rear hall, and on the screen was a huge bronze mirror, polished to a gleaming shine. His reflection was visible in the mirror, and four lines of scripture were engraved on it. Several oil lamps burned before the Buddha statue, and in the dim light, he could vaguely make out: "All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, dew, and lightning; thus should they be contemplated."

"I completely forgot about this mirror,"

Wu Long chuckled, turning back. Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside the courtyard, and several people entered. With nowhere to hide in the chaos, he saw three Buddha statues lined up in the hall and immediately scrambled onto the altar, hiding behind the third statue. Judging from the footsteps, there were six people, arranged in two rows, side by side, entering the rear hall and each sitting on a prayer mat. Wu Long peered from behind the Buddha statue and saw that all six were middle-aged monks.

Suddenly, he heard the monk on the right

say, "Brother, this Bodhi Courtyard is completely empty. What scriptures are there? Why did Master send us to guard it? What did he say about preventing theft by enemies?" The monk on the left smiled slightly and said, "This is a secret of the Bodhi Courtyard. There's no point in saying more." The monk on the right said, "Hmph, I doubt you know either." The monk on the left, unable to contain his anger, said, "How could I not know? 'A dream is like this'..." He only got halfway through his sentence before suddenly realizing something and stopping abruptly. The monk on the right asked,

"What does 'A dream is like this' mean?" The monk sitting on the second futon said, "Brother Zhiqing, you're usually never talkative. Why are you asking so many questions today? If you want to know the secrets of the Bodhi Courtyard, go ask your own master."

The monk named Zhiqing stopped asking questions. Wu Long suddenly leaped out, his right foot striking the monk's "Xuan Shu" acupoint in the back. The Xuan Shu acupoint is located below the thirteenth vertebra. The monk was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat, and the Xuan Shu acupoint was right at the edge of the mat. Wu Long's kick sent the monk slowly falling to the right. Wu Long's kick was incredibly fast and silent. He then kicked the fourth monk's Xuan Shu acupoint, followed by the third, knocking down three monks in quick succession. Stepping forward, he struck the monk in the chest with his left fist, causing him to immediately faint. This was repeated several times, and in a flash, Wu Long had subdued all six monks. After finishing with the acetylene, he rushed to the bronze mirror, extended his right index finger, and lifted the first "one" character of the first line of the sutra verse on the mirror. He then lifted the "dream" character in the second line, thinking, "I remember the book says 'a dream is like this.' There are four 'like' characters on the mirror. I wonder which one to lift?"

After thinking for a moment, he lifted the first "like" character in the third line, and then the "is" character in the fourth line. Before his finger left the mirror, he heard a creaking sound, and the bronze mirror slowly flipped up. He lifted the first "like" character in the third line, the "is" character in the fourth line, and so on, one by one, with a creaking sound, and the bronze mirror slowly flipped up.

Suppressing his excitement, Wu Long took a small package from the back of the bronze mirror, quickly opened it, and took out a book with the words "Yi Jin Jing" written on the cover. He carefully stuffed it into his clothes, then took out a book he had taken from Xuan Ku and put it into the package. He then tidied the package back to its original state and put it back in its place. Next, he put the bronze mirror back in its original position. After doing all this, Wu Long still wiped the surface of the bronze mirror with his sleeve, afraid that he would leave his fingerprints.

Carefully hiding the *Yi Jin Jing* close to his body, Wu Long prepared to leave the Bodhi Courtyard. He sped away, his lightness skill so high that no one noticed him. Once outside Shaolin Temple, Wu Long ran for dozens of miles without stopping, confirming no one was chasing him. Relieved, he regulated his breathing and headed back towards the cave. The cave remained unchanged for an hour after his departure; the sisters, A Zi and A Zhu, were both fast asleep. Wu Long sat cross-legged, opened his bundle, and took out the *Yi Jin Jing*, the most powerful internal energy cultivation method in martial arts. He had originally planned to have A Zhu disguise herself before sneaking into Shaolin to steal it, but he worried that A Zhu might be severely injured like in the original story, which would break his heart. Now, being able to steal the secret technique so easily felt like a dream. (The following is a separate section):

Part One: Fallen Heavenly Dragon World, Chapter Eighty-Seven: On the Empress Dowager's Bed

. 1. When Bodhidharma crossed the sea to the east, he established the Shaolin school. He passed down dozens of martial arts manuals for the monks to strengthen their bodies and fight demons. However, Bodhidharma came from India, and Indian martial arts are quite different from those of the Central Plains. Shaolin martial arts are based on the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic), with various variations derived from it. This Yi Jin Jing was derived by Bodhidharma from Indian yoga practices. Therefore, the various unique skills and methods of circulating qi in Shaolin Temple are different from others. If a master from another school were to forcibly practice it, it would inevitably damage his body, causing paralysis of the meridians at best, and qi deviation at worst.

Therefore, Wu Long did not force himself to practice it, but carefully stored it away. By this time, it was already broad daylight. Wu Long woke up the two women. A'Zhu woke up first and smiled sweetly at Wu Long, saying,

"Good morning, husband."

Wu Long nodded and then woke up A'Zi. A'Zi opened her eyes groggily, let out a soft moan, and slowly opened her eyes. Suddenly, she opened her cherry lips and a thin, blue needle shot out, aiming at Wu Long's brow. Wu Long was only a foot away from her, never expecting her to launch a sudden attack. The poisoned needle came with incredible speed; no matter how skilled he was, in such a tense situation, it was impossible to dodge it at such close range. Without thinking, he raised his right hand, unleashing a powerful and forceful palm strike.

This palm strike was the culmination of his life's work; to deflect the thin steel needle that had shot towards him within a foot with such immense force required astonishing power. As he struck, he simultaneously leaned to the right, emitting a faint, foul stench. The poisoned needle had already grazed his cheek, coming within a few feet—a truly perilous moment.

At that very moment, A Zi's body was also pushed away by his palm strike. Without a sound, her body flew out and crashed more than ten feet away, slamming against the cave wall before coming to a stop. Wu Long narrowly escaped danger, exclaiming, "That was close!"

His first thought was, "Ah Zi is so vicious, resorting to such a despicable trick to ambush me. It seems she's angry that I raped her yesterday."

Thinking of the Xingxiu Sect's hidden weapons, which must be incredibly powerful and extremely vicious, he feared he wouldn't have survived if hit. His heart pounded wildly. Seeing Ah Zi being knocked back more than ten men by his palm strike, he was shocked again: "Oh no! How could she withstand that? I'm afraid she's already dead."

He swayed, leaping to her side. He saw her eyes tightly closed, two streams of blood flowing from the corners of her mouth, her face ashen. This time, she had truly stopped breathing. Ah Zhu hadn't expected this turn of events and was speechless for a moment. Wu Long quickly pressed his palm against Ah Zi's back, desperately channeling his inner energy into her. After a while, Ah Zi's body stirred slightly. Wu Long was overjoyed and cried out, "Azi, Azi, don't die! I'll do anything to save you. What happened yesterday was my fault. If you're angry, I'm willing to be punished."

But Azi only moved slightly and then stopped moving again. Wu Long was extremely anxious. He immediately knelt cross-legged on the ground, gently helped Azi up, and placed her in front of him. He pressed his palms against her back and slowly channeled his inner energy into her body. He knew Azi was severely injured, and for now, he could only keep her alive for the time being and then try to save her later. Therefore, he channeled his true energy into her body slowly. After about the time it takes to eat a meal, wisps of white steam rose from his head, indicating that he had done his best.

After continuously channeling his energy for about half an hour, Azi moved slightly and softly cried out, "It hurts!"

Wu Long was overjoyed and continued his energy cultivation, but did not speak to her. He felt her body gradually warming up, and she began to breathe lightly through her nose. Wu Long, fearing that all his efforts would be in vain, relentlessly channeled his inner energy. By noon, A Zi's breathing had stabilized somewhat, and he finally lifted her into his arms, only to find her face completely drained of color. Although Wu Long's inner energy was profound, it was extremely domineering and unsuitable for healing, so he could only carefully control it, expending considerable mental energy.

Wu Long asked,

"A Zhu, do you know how to drive a carriage?"

A Zhu nodded. Wu Long replied,

"Yes, we're not far from the capital. You drive the carriage, and I'll heal A Zi."

Although A Zhu was overwhelmed by the situation, she knew he was in grave danger and quickly nodded. Wu Long carried A Zi into the carriage, feeling deeply guilty at her pale face. He thought,

"I did go too far yesterday. It started with her going into a qi deviation, but later I truly abused her. I never imagined A Zi would still suffer this calamity, only now I'm the one who hurt her."

Several hours later, the carriage finally arrived in Kaifeng. Bianjing, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, is present-day Kaifeng, also known as Dongjing. Bianjing was already a large city with a population exceeding one million at that time, and rural towns (also known as "grass market towns") were also gradually developing. In these towns, commerce flourished, and markets were extremely developed. According to the *Dongjing Menghualu* (Record of the Splendor of the Eastern Capital), "outside the Donghua Gate of Bianliang, the market was extremely prosperous… All kinds of food, seasonal fruits and flowers, fish, shrimp, turtles, crabs, quail, rabbit, dried meat, gold, jade, precious objects, and clothing were all rare and exquisite. If a customer requested a dozen or so dishes to accompany their wine, they could have them readily available. During the seasons, fresh fruits, melons, vegetables, and gourds (a type of gourd that can be eaten when young) would be sold for thirty to fifty thousand coins a pair, and various shops would compete to buy them at high prices," truly a scene of prosperity. In addition, tens of thousands of pigs were driven into the city's meat markets every day to await slaughter, and thousands of *dan* of fish were consumed daily.

Night markets flourished even more at this time, often lasting until the third watch of the night, with transactions frequently reaching tens of millions. There were also "Wasi," venues for storytelling and entertainment, some large enough to accommodate thousands of people. Many popular storytelling performances and historical tales were spread to countless households here through the captivating performances of storytellers. The famous Northern Song Dynasty painter Zhang Zeduan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival," which has survived to this day, provides powerful and vivid evidence of the prosperity of Bianjing's markets at that time.

Bianjing, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, was a metropolis with a population exceeding one million and over 6,400 shops. The central street of Bianjing, called the Imperial Street, was two hundred paces wide, lined with imperial corridors on both sides. The Northern Song government changed the old rules of the Zhou, Qin, Han, and Tang dynasties, which prohibited residents from opening doors to the main street or engaging in commerce outside designated market areas. Citizens were allowed to open shops and conduct business along the street and within the imperial corridors. To invigorate economic and cultural life, the curfew was relaxed, and the city gates closed late and opened early. Every two to three hundred paces along the Imperial Street, a military patrol post was set up. The patrol officers in these posts maintained traffic order and directed pedestrian and vehicular flow during the day; at night, they guarded government offices and residences, preventing theft, fire, and accidents. This was probably the earliest known form of patrol police in history.

Wu Long and A Zhu found an inn and booked two rooms. After placing A Zi on the bed, Wu Long said,

"A Zhu, go get a basin of water."

A Zhu quickly brought the water, and Wu Long carefully took out the *Yi Jin Jing* (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) from his robes and soaked it in the water. A Zhu stared wide-eyed, somewhat puzzled by Wu Long's actions. Suddenly, a glance at the pages revealed an image of a monk. The monk's posture was extremely peculiar; his head protruded from between his legs, and his hands gripped his feet. Looking closer, she saw two large yellow characters written beside him, their curved shapes strange and eerie, with many tiny red arrows within the strokes.

Wu Long explained,

“This is the supreme Shaolin martial art, the Yi Jin Jing. The illustrations in the book are drawn using water infused with a certain herb from Tianzhizhu. They appear when wet and disappear when dry. The postures in the illustrations show the energy flow, and there are Sanskrit explanations beside them. Although the previous generation of high-ranking Shaolin monks knew Sanskrit and did not understand the secrets of the illustrations, they could still practice the Yi Jin Jing by following the instructions.”

A Zhu exclaimed, “Ah!” She had long heard that Shaolin possessed the supreme martial art Yi Jin Jing, from which all seventy-two Shaolin arts originated. It was one of the strongest martial arts in the world, and she never expected it to be in Wu Long’s hands. Wu Long said:

"The most powerful function of the Yi Jin Jing is to transform tendons and bones. It has miraculous effects on treating any internal injury and dissolving any foreign true energy. A Zi's injury is too severe, but if she cultivates the Yi Jin Jing, she can neutralize the palm force in her body and use it immediately. At the same time, she will be reborn and will definitely recover."

Wu Long carefully examined the diagram and then positioned A Zi in a healing posture. This posture was like a dog lying on the ground or a snake coiling around her, which was very strange. A Zi's beautiful body, when displayed, gave people an unimaginable allure. Wu Long quickly calmed down and channeled his internal energy into A Zi, who then circulated it according to the strange circulation method shown in the diagram. The Yi Jin Jing truly lived up to its reputation as the number one divine skill of Shaolin. It was very miraculous. A Zi's injury improved quickly, and her face regained some color. Her own internal energy was dissolved like the spring sun, forming a vast and pure Yi Jin internal energy. It can be said that she had turned misfortune into blessing. While unconscious, she had unknowingly cultivated such a divine skill. Wu Long never thought that this method could actually cultivate the Yi Jin Jing. It was a complete surprise to him.

The Yi Jin Jing is truly a supreme martial arts manual, but its practice is extremely difficult. One must transcend the notions of "self" and "other," and have no desire to practice martial arts. Monks who practice this superior martial art are undoubtedly courageous and diligent, hoping to achieve success. Who among them doesn't want to quickly gain benefits from the practice? To achieve "a mind without attachment" is truly incredibly difficult. Over the past hundreds of years, many eminent monks at Shaolin Temple have practiced the Yi Jin Jing, but their years of diligent practice often yielded only fleeting results. Thus, the monks believed the manual was ineffective. The original book was stolen by A'Zhu, and although the monks were furious, they didn't consider it a major incident. Over a hundred years ago, there was a monk at Shaolin Temple who had been ordained at a young age. He was dull-witted and somewhat eccentric. His master, unable to master the Yi Jin Jing, died in anger. This mad monk picked up the scripture beside his master's body and began practicing it with amusement, surprisingly becoming a master. But how could his martial arts be so powerful? Even until his death, he could never explain it, and no one else knew it was due to the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/

Tendon Changing Technique). It was unbelievable that this divine skill could be cultivated in this way; even Bodhidharma reborn couldn't explain it. However, this method was entirely Wu Long using his own internal energy to help others, just like the reversal of the Bei Ming Divine Skill—like the legendary Wedding Dress Divine Skill, painstaking cultivation for the benefit of others. Although he lost a lot of internal energy, A Zi had successfully cultivated this supreme divine skill. Her internal energy circulated automatically, no longer requiring Wu Long's input. Wu Long breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that A Zi's life had been saved.

A Zhu, seeing that A Zi was alright, was relieved. Then, filled with questions, she asked,

"Husband, why did A Zi plot against you? And why is the Shaolin's number one divine skill in your hands?"

Wu Long didn't hide anything and told her what had happened the previous night, emphasizing that he had suffered a qi deviation, which caused his erratic behavior. A'Zhu rolled her eyes at him, accusing him of making excuses, but she wasn't angry. She knew that even if Wu Long hadn't used force yesterday, A'Zi would likely still be unable to escape his clutches. She was also quite happy that A'Zi had unexpectedly managed to cultivate the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic). At the same time, she looked at Wu Long with her beautiful eyes. Wu Long smiled and said,

"Don't worry, I'll let you cultivate it in the future too. Well, A'Zi's injury is very slow to heal with martial arts alone. Take good care of her and get some rest. You've had a hard day without eating."

A'Zhu said gently,

"It's alright, I can manage. Are you going there again?"

Wu Long nodded and said,

"Yes, I'm going to the palace to borrow some spiritual medicine, preferably some thousand-year-old ginseng, for A'Zi to take. She'll be fully recovered in just half a month, and it will also benefit my internal injuries."

————Separation——————

Night, no moon, the Great Song Palace.

A figure in black was pressed against the palace wall. This person was dressed in black night clothes and was not masked. His long face was somewhat ugly. Yes, this person was Wu Long. Hearing a patrol of imperial guards pass by on the city wall, he used his "Gecko Wall-Climbing Skill" to swim a short distance, peering out from the top to look around. He saw two patrols had just passed each other, walking back to back, and the next patrol was still some distance away. This was a golden opportunity. He took a deep breath, grabbed the top of the wall, and with a slight effort, lightly rose. Activating his [Storm Movement Technique], a faint shadow flashed past in the dim light, leaping to the opposite city wall. Descending from the wall, he again used his Gecko Wall-Climbing Skill, sliding slowly down the wall with his back pressed against it. From his vantage point atop the wall, he surveyed the entire layout and structure of the Song Dynasty palace. He guessed at the possible location of the imperial wine's storage, memorized it, and quickly slid down.

When he was still more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) above the ground, he used the wall as leverage and leaped down. He first lay hidden in a flower bush, observing his surroundings closely before emerging and heading towards his first chosen location. Along the way, he discovered that the Song Dynasty palace was teeming with martial arts masters, patrolling in small groups, discreetly checking areas overlooked by the Imperial Guards. Fortunately, these individuals were less skilled than he was; he could always detect approaching individuals beforehand. Wu Long's whirlwind movement combined with his subtle footwork made him virtually undetectable. After

passing a magnificent hall called "Daqing Hall," the number of patrolling masters behind him increased significantly, slowing his progress considerably. He constantly had to carefully avoid being discovered. Moreover, he noticed that those behind him were considerably more skilled than those ahead, indicating that the rear was far more important. He cautiously observed his surroundings, seizing any openings as quickly as possible. After traveling for about half an hour, he finally found himself perched atop a large tree. Suddenly, he smelled a medicinal fragrance. He sniffed it carefully, looked at the lights about twenty feet away, and a smile appeared on his lips.

He was standing on a wide, north-south stone-paved road in front of the large tree he was currently on. The tree was one of the trees planted along the roadside, and he was on one of the trees on the west side. The place where the lights were lit was diagonally opposite his location, in a large courtyard. On both sides of the courtyard, there were long rows of houses, making the entire courtyard long and narrow. Several houses in each row were lit. He couldn't tell exactly which house it was, so he had to go inside first and look carefully. There was a wall between the large courtyard and the road. After two groups of Imperial Guards carrying torches and carrying guns passed by on the road below, and several spies patrolled past, he then darted from the tree and leaped across the road to a large tree on the opposite side. From the tree, he looked at the large courtyard, then brought his gaze back to the not-so-high wall in front of him. Inside the wall was a gate with the three characters "Huitong Gate" written on it. Two large lanterns hung above the gate, one on each side, while two imperial guards stood watch on either side of the entrance.

After several patrolling spies passed, he darted down from the tree and quickly slipped to the base of the wall. Leaning against the wall, he carefully looked left and right, then pressed his head against it to listen for any sounds on the other side. After listening, he quickly crouched down again. A short while later, several spies passed by using their light-footed skills. Once they were past, he slowly rose, listened again for any sounds on the other side, and then leaped over the wall. On the other side, he leaned against the wall again, looked left and right, then glanced at the courtyard wall ahead, before quickly reaching it and leaping inside.

Once inside, there were no more patrolling guards, which relieved him. He then carefully smelled the aroma again, and after finding two brightly lit rooms connected to the left, he leaped onto the opposite rooftop. Reaching the rooftops silently and nimbly, he crouched down and looked across. He saw a large plaque above the door of the middle room opposite, bearing the three characters "Shangyaoju" (Imperial Pharmacy). He was greatly puzzled. The name sounded like a place where medicinal herbs were stored in the palace, so why was there a smell of wine here? He sniffed carefully again and confirmed that the aroma was indeed coming from the Imperial Pharmacy across the street.

"Could it be medicinal wine?" the question arose in his mind. It was almost certainly medicinal wine here. Wu Long was a connoisseur of wine, and his craving for it kicked in. He thought that the medicinal wine here might be made with imperial wine. He decided to get a few jars to try first, lest he find it elsewhere and come all this way for nothing. At least I can get something from here. Although it's medicinal wine, it's probably made with tonics, so drinking it won't do any harm; in fact, it might even be beneficial. If I've had enough tonics, I can directly refine it into internal energy. Aren't those elixirs in martial arts novels that increase internal energy all made with ginseng, he shou wu, and other highly nourishing ingredients, just aged a bit longer?

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