[Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning] 04

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2017/07/08
4 A Masterful Swordsmanship Contest Wins Her Heart
Yu Jingfeng had no idea that Zhang Yanan was so astonished by his experience.
After slipping out of the Drunken Red Pavilion, he used his lightness skill to arrive at an ancient temple outside Suzhou City, which was
where he had been staying for the past few days.
He casually found a relatively clean floor and lay down for a long sleep.
But he didn't sleep peacefully at all; a bunch of past memories secretly attacked him while he slept.
Among them were sweet memories, and also sorrows that made him want to die.
The first thing that appeared in his dream was a girl in white.
She wielded a long sword, her white robes fluttering as she drew her sword, and with her exquisite beauty, she was truly no different from a fairy descended to earth.
The sword in her hands was not an ornament, but a deadly weapon.
She was not old, but had been learning swordsmanship for many years.
Every move of the Huashan School was executed flawlessly in her hands; every sword strike was perfectly timed, never expending
any extra effort, truly capturing the essence of Huashan swordsmanship.
She was none other than Ke Ling Ke Ren, the apple of the Huashan School's leader's eye and the school's foremost female swordsman.
As the leader's daughter, and possessing exceptional martial arts skills, she was usually stern and unsmiling towards her fellow disciples.
Only one person in the entire Huashan School could win her favor, and that person was Yu Jing Feng.
Yu Jing Feng had displayed his exceptional martial arts talent in less than a month since joining the Huashan School.
Sword techniques that took other disciples one or two months to master, he had effortlessly mastered,
leaving Ling Ke Ren, who always considered herself the Huashan School's top expert, utterly astonished.
Although Ling Ke Ren was two years younger than Yu Jing Feng, she had entered the school from a young age, making her his senior in terms of seniority.
Yu Jingfeng also deeply admired his beautiful and proud senior sister, Ling Keren, but being a proud man himself, he
never showed any interest in her.
Ling Keren was confident in her beauty; everyone who saw her was captivated by her stunning looks, some even becoming infatuated
. However, this junior brother, who had been so sharp and ambitious from the very beginning, remained aloof, making her seethe with resentment
.
Finally, one day, she couldn't bear it any longer. Taking advantage of her father's absence, she grabbed her sword and found Yu Jingfeng, challenging him to
a sword duel at the summit of Mount Hua.
Yu Jingfeng readily accepted the challenge from his beautiful senior sister, even drinking several cups of wine before the meeting.
Upon seeing him arrive reeking of alcohol, Ling Keren, for some reason, felt a surge of anger.
She pointed her sword at Yu Jingfeng, angrily demanding, "Yu Jingfeng! You actually came to
spar with me while you're drunk! Don't you respect your senior sister at all?"
Yu Jingfeng shook his head, "Sparring with my senior sister is a pleasant thing, so I, your junior brother, specially drank a little wine
to liven things up."
"You rude scoundrel, take my sword!"
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Ling Keren's anger flared even more, and she thrust a Huashan sword technique, "Welcoming
the Guest from the Pine Tree," at Yu Jingfeng's neck.
Yu Jingfeng calmly parried with the same Huashan sword technique, "Flowing Water from the Stream," easily deflecting his senior sister's sword
, and even countered with a combination of parrying and striking, then used "The Tree Caught in the Wind" to attack Ling Keren from all three directions.
The Huashan Sect was founded on the Western Peak of the Five Sacred Mountains, so Huashan sword techniques are all named after nature, such as mountains, rivers,
trees, and so on.
As fellow disciples of Mount Hua, Ling Keren had naturally learned the "tall trees catch the wind" technique, but Yu Jingfeng executed it
faster and with a more unorthodox approach. While their master taught a thrust to the heart, he instead attacked the left shoulder;
instead of a straight thrust, he used a horizontal slash. In short, he completely transformed the original swordplay, using seemingly different moves
to catch his senior sister, who was very familiar with the style, off guard.
"Yu Jingfeng, you're messing around!"
Fortunately, Ling Keren's swordsmanship was indeed exceptional. Although she was a bit flustered, she managed to neutralize each attack
.
To Ling Keren's accusation, Yu Jingfeng replied with a mischievous grin, "Senior sister, we must learn to adapt when learning swordsmanship.
A good swordsmanship is one that can win!" Having
gained the upper hand with his initial move, he immediately pressed on, unleashing a series of attacks—"High Mountains and Long Rivers, Bamboo Groves and Peach Blossoms"
—leaving Ling Keren only able to defend and unable to attack.
Fortunately, she had a solid foundation. Although she was in grave danger, she maintained her composure and blocked all the attacks.
"Senior Sister, excellent swordsmanship! Take this next one!"
Although Yu Jingfeng had the upper hand, victory was not easy.
At this moment, he suddenly used a strange move, throwing his sword to the ground.
Ling Keren was taken aback, but as a disciple of a prestigious school, although she didn't understand why, she still wielded her sword to
protect herself completely.
Unexpectedly, Yu Jingfeng threw the sword hilt towards the ground, and it bounced back after hitting the ground. The blade flew upwards, passing
right through Ling Keren's sword net and piercing straight into her abdomen.
"Ah!"
This move was completely unexpected by Ling Keren. She had no way to return her sword to save herself, and a cry of surprise
escaped her lips.
Just as she was about to be injured by that sword, Yu Jingfeng suddenly rushed into her sword net, grabbed her, and rolled to the ground,
just barely avoiding the fatal blow.
"Senior Sister, are you alright?"
Yu Jingfeng asked with a playful grin, pinning his senior sister down.
"Hmph..."
Ling Keren had just escaped one ordeal, and now she was being pinned down by a young man. Her heart was pounding, but she
refused to back down, simply turning her head and coldly snorting.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her face.
She reached up and touched it, only to find her palm was red; the blood dripping onto her cheek was fresh.
She immediately looked up and saw that the blood came from Yu Jingfeng's right shoulder.
In a flash, she understood—she knew that her junior brother had
been injured while risking his life to save her, rushing into her sword net.
She couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. "You... why were you so foolish?"
Yu Jingfeng didn't care about the injury on his shoulder. "I'd rather be seriously injured myself than see you, Senior Sister, even slightly
harmed."
At that moment, Ling Keren was captivated by his affectionate gaze, unable to resist tightly embracing her junior brother while
tilting her head back, gazing at him adoringly.
Yu Jingfeng naturally lowered his head and touched his senior sister's lips, stealing Ling Keren's first kiss.
Before this, Yu Jingfeng had been with several women during his travels, so he knew how to seize opportunities and push his luck
.
Having successfully taken his senior sister's lips, his hands then began to invade Ling Keren's delicate body.
Yu Jingfeng gently caressed her body, which was covered by her white robe, until she writhed uncontrollably.
Only then did he gently slip his hands inside her robe, placing them on her trembling body for the first time.
Ling Keren was a virgin who had never been touched by a man before. Even though Yu Jingfeng only lightly placed his hands on
her waist, she was already trembling all over.
"Junior brother..."
she murmured, bewildered.
Yu Jingfeng understood her concerns, so he whispered in her ear, "Senior Sister, I've admired you for a long time,
but I've never dared to confess. I'd sacrifice everything for you."
Hearing his confession, Ling Keren no longer hesitated; after all, this junior brother was
someone she had long admired.
She softly asked, "Your shoulder is still bleeding..."
Yu Jingfeng chuckled, "What's a little blood for a man to shed for his beloved?"
Ling Keren suddenly buried her face in his bloodied shoulder, licking his wound and swallowing his
blood .
This action aroused Yu Jingfeng, a surge of desire coursing through his body, causing his erection
.
Ling Keren said softly, "Now my blood contains yours; we are one."
Hearing this, Yu Jingfeng finally understood.
He couldn't help but cup her pretty face in his hands and kiss her forcefully, staining his own lips with the blood from hers.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Yu Jingfeng's hands roamed over Ling Keren's body, his erect penis rubbing against her lower
body through her clothes, causing her to quickly let out soft moans.
"Senior sister, we still need to do one more thing to truly be one."
Without waiting for her reply, Yu Jingfeng took it upon himself to undress her.
Although Ling Keren had no experience with this, she understood his intentions, and her face immediately flushed red, making
her even more radiant.
Yu Jingfeng quickly removed all of his senior sister's clothes, revealing her crystal-clear body.
She was fair and rosy all over, truly flawless; the only slight imperfection was that, due to her young age,
her breasts were only small.
Finally able to meet his long-awaited senior sister in person, Yu Jingfeng took a deep breath, his erection
swelling to its limit.
He also removed his warrior robe, revealing his muscular body and massive erection.
As Yu Jingfeng undressed her, Ling Keren closed her eyes in embarrassment.
She sensed Yu Jingfeng getting off her and heard the robe fall to the ground; even she, in her ignorance, knew her junior brother
was undressing.
The thought of what was about to happen made her heart pound so hard it felt like it would leap out of her mouth.
When Yu Jingfeng touched her again, they were indeed naked.
He pressed his strong chest against Ling Keren's small, delicate breasts, and again rubbed his erection against her lower abdomen.
Unlike before, now they were no longer hindered by clothing; their bodies were completely
pressed together.
His firm, fiery member pressed between Ling Keren's legs, sending shivers down her spine.
Yu Jingfeng's masculinity drove Ling Keren mad; she no longer cared about her status as the daughter of the Huashan Sect's leader
, reaching out to embrace her beloved junior brother tightly, no longer wanting any separation between them.
She half-closed her eyes, inviting Yu Jingfeng in a soft, sweet voice, "Junior brother..."
She wasn't Yu Jingfeng's first woman, so he understood that a woman's first time was always painful before it became sweet.
To lessen her pain, he didn't rush in, but continued to gently caress her entire body,
his fingers teasing her breasts, waist, and even the source of pleasure between her legs.
Under his exquisite techniques, Ling Keren was already ecstatic even before she had truly reached climax. After his two fingers had touched her flower path
, she trembled violently, her slender waist arched, her beautiful breasts facing upwards, her eyes glazed, and her lips parted slightly—clearly, she had
just experienced her first bliss.
Ling Keren convulsed for a long time before finally calming down.
Her whole body was flushed, her pretty face flushed, and even the tip of her nose was damp with sweat.
Taking advantage of her still-ecstatic state, Yu Jingfeng thrust forward with his massive member, finally opening her jade gate.
"Ah…Junior Brother…"
Ling Keren couldn't help but cry out softly, experiencing such a large thing for the first time.
Yu Jingfeng's member was indeed extraordinary. Fortunately, Ling Keren had just reached the state of ecstasy, and
her flower path, untouched by any other visitor, was already quite wet. After several thrusts, he managed to insert half of it.
Although it was only half a member, it was enough for Ling Keren to enjoy.
She felt as if the entire flower path was filled, and she felt incredibly full as a result.
Before she could fully adjust, Yu Jingfeng began to move.
He knew that a short pain was better than a long one, so he deliberately thrust hard, finally breaking through
the barrier between Ling Keren and woman.
Ling Keren suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain and screamed involuntarily.
Fortunately, the pain came and went quickly, and was soon
replaced by the pleasure brought by the dragon's formal entry.
She was now opening her door to him, so Yu Jingfeng did not dare to be forceful, but instead slowly thrust in and out, step by
step leading his senior sister to a state of ecstasy.
Ling Keren, who was experiencing the pleasures of love for the first time, completely lost her composure. In addition to screaming incessantly, her hands
scratched wildly, leaving many scratch marks on Yu Jingfeng's back.
"Junior brother... ah... you're about to kill your senior sister... heavens... senior sister is going to fly to heaven..."
She mumbled incoherently, her body covered in sweat, looking like she was struggling to survive.
Seeing his senior sister's aroused state, Yu Jingfeng couldn't help but increase the force and speed of his thrusts, finally penetrating
all the way in, his dragon head striking the very tip of Ling Keren's flower path.
Having tasted unprecedented pleasure, Ling Keren's fingers were almost entirely embedded in Yu Jingfeng's back.
Yu Jingfeng felt a sharp pain in his back, and unable to resist, he thrust again with abandon, sending Ling Keren to her second
orgasm.
Yu Jingfeng himself couldn't suppress his surging passion either; as Ling Keren cried out in triumph, he too
offered his full passion to his senior sister.
After the passion subsided, Ling Keren nestled in Yu Jingfeng's arms, softly saying, "You naughty junior brother,
defeating your senior sister is one thing, but you even..."
She couldn't finish her sentence, her whole body flushed with shame as she lowered her head, unable to look Yu Jingfeng in the eye.
Looking at her shy and bashful appearance, Yu Jingfeng grew more and more enamored. He couldn't help but tease her, "Junior brother,
what did I do to you, senior sister? Senior sister, explain yourself clearly..."
Ling Keren knew he was deliberately teasing her and angrily punched him in the chest, "You wicked junior
brother!"
Yu Jingfeng reached out and grabbed her arm, gazing at her with deep affection, "Senior sister, I, Yu Jingfeng
, swear to heaven that I will treat you well from now on..."
Hearing her lover's promise, Ling Keren suddenly felt content and softly replied,
"Senior sister will treat you well too..."
The two were instantly captivated by each other, and for the next few days they were inseparable.
Soon enough, their relationship became known to everyone in the Huashan Sect.
Ling Qingfeng knew his beloved daughter was proud and arrogant, and among all the disciples of the Huashan Sect, only Yu Jingfeng was worthy of her.
So, after clarifying the situation, he summoned Yu Jingfeng and formally betrothed his daughter to him.
"The Huashan Sect is, after all, a major sect in the martial arts world. You two cannot so hastily arrange your marriage. Jingfeng,
how about this: you go down the mountain and bring back the heads of a few notorious villains from the martial arts world. Consider that your betrothal
gift to marry Keren!"
He knew Yu Jingfeng was an orphan, so he specifically made this request. Firstly, it spared Yu Jingfeng
the trouble of preparing the betrothal gifts, and secondly, it was an opportunity for him to establish his authority, making the marriage more natural.
All these sweet memories kept appearing in Yu Jingfeng's dreams.
But soon, the sweet dreams disappeared and were replaced by nightmares.
In his dream, he saw his sword stained with blood, and a person lying in a pool of blood in front of him.
The man's eyes were wide open; though he was dead, his gaze remained unclosed. It was none other than his mentor and future
father-in-law, Ling Qingfeng.
"Master..."
He trembled violently, barely able to grip his sword.
"Father!"
Ling Keren cried out as soon as she arrived, collapsing onto her deceased father's body, tears streaming down her face like strings of pearls.
A group of disciples from the Huashan Sect arrived next, each one horrified to see their master lying on the ground.
"Yu Jingfeng, you are utterly rebellious! You have betrayed your master and killed him!"
"Yu Jingfeng, we will use your head to appease our master's spirit!"
"Everyone, attack together! Tear this traitor to pieces!"
Former fellow disciples had suddenly become enemies, each drawing their swords and
unleashing Huashan Sect's deadly attacks on his vital points.
His mind went blank. As the swords attacked, his instinctive reaction was to draw his own sword to defend himself.
In the chaos, he lost count of how many swords he had been struck, and how many of his once close
brothers-in-arms had fallen victim to his blade.
He kept drawing his sword, running, and howling.
The last thing he heard in his dream was Ling Keren's piercing scream, "Yu Jingfeng! No matter where you run,
I will find you and take your head with my own hands!"
Her beautiful face was contorted with rage, her eyes burning with hatred that sent chills down his
spine.
Fortunately, he awoke from the nightmare at that moment.
He was drenched in sweat, his robes soaked through.
"Senior Sister… Master…"
he murmured in anguish.
Besides these two, a woman two or three years older than him also appeared in his mind.
Her beauty was no less than Ling Keren's, but compared to his senior sister, she possessed a more alluring charm, instantly captivating anyone who looked at her
.
When she smiled, her phoenix eyes narrowed, turning into a winding line, like a hook
that captivated every man's heart.
Thinking of this woman, Yu Jingfeng's pain intensified. His brows furrowed deeply, and his handsome face twitched
uncontrollably. "Little Master's Wife… how could everything have turned out like this…?"
He rolled around on the ancient temple floor in agony, desperately trying to alleviate his emotional pain with physical suffering
.
But how could emotional pain be erased by such methods? His efforts were utterly
futile.
As he rolled on the ground, a man in black silently drifted into the temple from outside, coldly standing a short distance away,
watching him intently.

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