A Dream of Hunting Beauties in the Martial World (Complete) - Chapter 21

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Chapter Thirteen: The Call of Blood

The arrival of Si Gou wasn't entirely unexpected, but what was puzzling was how quickly he managed to resolve the Beggars' Sect's affairs.
Zhao Ziwei was the first to bluntly ask him, "Were you ousted?"
Si Gou flared up, roaring, "Zhao Ziwei, don't look down on me! Would I, Si Gou, be ousted?"
Hua Xiaobo asked, "Master, how did you handle the Beggars' Sect's mess so quickly?"
Si Gou laughed, "Of course, it's because you're incredibly clever. I let Smiling Beggar handle everything. Haha, those simple matters, did I, Si Gou,
even need to get involved?" Dugu Ming asked, "But didn't Smiling Beggar come with you?"
Si Gou replied, "You're so stupid! You think you're a master of sweet talk! I entrusted it to him, and the result was that he came to the Earth Alliance with me. So, two days after you left, I caught up with you."
Hua Xiaobo said, "Master, it would have been great if you had come with us. We met a stunning beauty on the road, just as gorgeous as Shui Jieqiu."
"Where is he?" Si Gou asked anxiously, "Did you get him?"
Zhao Ziqing, who was next to him, immediately grabbed his ear and scolded, "What's it to you?"
Hua Xiaobo said regretfully, "If Master were here, with Master's skill, it would have been a piece of cake."
"That's right, that's right." In his excitement, Si Gou forgot the pain in his ear. Suddenly, he felt the pain in his ear intensify, as if his other ear was also hurting. He cried out, "My dear Xiangxiang, let go! I'm the gang leader now. You promised to give me face in front of the gang members."
Zhao Ziqing and Ye Laixiang still wouldn't let go, so he turned to his Indian beauty for help: "Daini, please help your husband!"
Daini said, "If you need it, I'd like to tear off your ear too."
Si Gou said, "No need, you should just be a bystander! I wouldn't dare ask you to participate."
Xi Ping walked up to Si Gou with a smile. Si Gou's eyes pleaded for help. Xi Ping opened his arms and said, "You two stop torturing him, let me give you a good hug."
The two women released Si Gou and nestled into his arms on either side. Zhao Ziqing asked, "Who slapped your face?"
Xi Ping said, "You two are both pregnant, yet you're still so hot-tempered. Aren't you afraid of affecting the babies?"
“Yes! Yes!” Si Gou said, then went over and hugged Dani, saying affectionately, “I missed you so much, did you miss me?”
“Yes.” Dani lowered her face, but Si Gou lifted her face and kissed her gently. Then he took turns kissing his Indian wife.
Xi Ping also released the two women and said to Si Gou, “It’s good that you’re here. I think we should leave our eternal love story in Dragon City.”
Hua Xiaobo suddenly felt scared.
Si Gou laughed loudly, "That's exactly what I was thinking too. You don't know, ever since you left, my gang members have been asking me to put on a concert for them. But all I can do is play instruments; singing is something you have to do. As the gang leader, I'm happy to do anything my gang members like. And you're right, singing really makes me look both impressive and talented as the gang leader. Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask my gang members. They all say I'm the most musically talented gang leader, the first gang leader in the history of the Beggars' Sect who understands music. They all want me to teach them how to tap on broken plates! Sigh! Thinking about it, if you can make a high-level musical display with your broken bowl when you go begging for food, people will give you more rewards, right?"
He let out a long "Oh" to the crowd, hoping to get their agreement, but everyone—except the Beggars' Sect members—shaked their heads knowingly.
Lei Long was even more saddened: he thought Si Gou was forced into it, but now he had truly become Xi Ping's accomplice.
Xi Ping patted Si Gou's shoulder vigorously and said cheerfully, "You're right. I've noticed that your eloquence has improved a lot since you became the gang leader. Is it because you're giving speeches every day?"
Si Gou said, "Yes! Absolutely right. Big shots can't avoid these kinds of situations. How could I be an exception?"
Xi Ping pointed to Dugu Ming and Zhao Ziwei and said, "Si Gou, those two have also said they want to join our group. Take some time to teach them, so they don't embarrass us."
Dugu Ming and Zhao Ziwei said in unison, "Huang Xi Ping, when did I say I wanted to join your group?"
Xi Ping said confidently, "It was in front of that woman from the Jade Serpent Sect. Didn't you say that?"
Zhao Ziwei said angrily, "Huang Xi Ping, I get angry every time you mention this. I, Zhao Ziwei, have finally fallen in love with a girl, and you scared her away!"
"My flowers and sweet words are all wasted, alas! It's all because of that man-made lightning that fell from the sky, soaking the hearts of so many heartbroken people, and the most heartbroken of all is Dugu Ming."
Hua Xiaobo said, "Brother Wei, I remember you seemed to love Mengxiang, right? Also, Brother Dugu, those flowers don't seem to be yours, do they?"
"Thump thump." Hua Xiaobo's clever head was attacked by the two of them. He dodged to the side, scratching his head, and protested by singing, "Why am I always the one who gets hurt silently? Is it just because I'm Hua Xiaobo?"
"Damn it, what are you singing? Who gave you the right to sing? You're embarrassing yourself, watch me." After Xi Ping knocked Hua Xiaobo's head, he was about to start singing.
Dugu Ba said, "Ping'er, let the old man leave first! I'm old, I can't walk fast! Give me some time to escape, okay?"
Sure enough, everyone scattered. Don't underestimate Dugu Ba's old age; he ran like the wind.
Who would be slow when escaping?
Xi Ping looked around and saw that everyone had run into the mental hospital. The number of people remaining at the gate was many times smaller than before. He carefully counted: Si Gou, Hua Xiaobo, Dugu Shi—
"And me! Let me go!" Shi Rouyun cried out from Xi Ping's arms.
Xi Ping said, "Wouldn't it be nice to sing with me? Little mute, why don't you take your flute and play a tune? Look, everyone's waiting!"
He pointed to the beggars who hadn't left—but the Smiling Beggar was no longer among them.
The beggars cheered, and Xi Ping and Si Gou laughed even harder. Even Hua Xiaobo felt a little smug and immediately borrowed broken bowls and plates from the beggars, preparing to start his performance.
Dugu Shi said, "Brother, let Rouyun go! It's enough for Shi'er to stay and applaud for you."
"Alright!" Xiping looked at Dugu Shi, then said to Shi Rouyun, "Today I want to hold you and Shi'er and sing. If you don't like it, I'll find a man to marry you off tomorrow."
He released Shi Rouyun. She took several steps, looked back at Xiping, then lowered her head and slowly walked back, nestled against his chest, and whispered, "Rouyun won't play the flute for you."
Xiping smiled, embracing the two women, and said with high spirits, "Sigou, Xiaobo, play the music!"
"I am a man, holding two women. Whoever says I'm not a man, I'll beat them into becoming a woman, like Shi Zhusheng—"
"Stop singing!" Shi Rouyun snapped, interrupting Xi Ping's heartfelt performance. Tears streaming down her face, she cried, "He's my brother!"
Xi Ping was taken aback. "Little mute, why don't you slap me?"
Shi Rouyun sobbed, "I'm willingly letting you hold me now, you know? No matter how bad my brother is, you should respect him. Right now, the person in your arms is Shi Zhusheng's own sister!"
"Really? Little mute, you're so cute! Hmm! He's your brother, so I'll acknowledge him as my brother. Let's continue singing. Today is such a happy day, haha!"
And so, the endless singing resumed, mixed with the cheers and shouts of a group of professional beggars who, even if they had money, would wear tattered and dirty clothes.
Thunderous applause!
The chaotic noise filled every corner of the Earth Alliance, even the dogs barked wildly.
Luo Xiong couldn't concentrate on discussing matters with the martial arts heroes. He sent someone to investigate, but the person returned and reported back. He then sent the same person again to ask Xi Ping to stop singing, but the four dogs threw him aside and he didn't get up for a long time. Just as he was about to run away, Xi Ping punched him with one hand, and he fell unconscious on the ground.
Luo Tian came over to check and returned to his father: "Father, it's nothing, just three madmen singing in the mental hospital. They've made a fool of themselves, they'll quiet down on their own."
Luo Xiong could only say, "Heroes, let's go for a walk outside Dragon City."
Following Luo Xiong, his beloved younger sister Luo You'er also couldn't stand it, but she was unable to move around easily and couldn't come out to see what was going on. However, she vowed in her heart: if I find out who is singing, I will definitely smash their mouth in the future.
When Xi Ping's singing started, Yuan Zhen tore her quilt and stuffed two pieces of cotton into her ears.
Dugu Xue asked the little nun Miaoyuan, "Who's singing?"
Miaoyuan, who was chanting sutras with her eyes closed, opened her eyes when she heard Dugu Xue's question, put her palms together, and said, "Your little husband."
Dugu Xue said, "It's quite a nice song."
Miaoyuan suddenly fell onto the bed, her eyes wide open, as if she could never close them again.
The most intriguing part was the conversation in Mengqing's room.
Mengxiang angrily said, "That scoundrel Huang Xiping is blocking other people's ears again."
Mengqing frowned and said, "You're saying that Xiping is singing?"
Mengxiang said, "Who else could it be but him? A singing god, Master, listen to him."
Baoyue said, "Sister, I don't see anything wrong with it!"
Mengxiang said irritably, "Of course you don't see anything wrong with it. You and he are on the same wavelength."
Mengqing said, "He really doesn't resemble his father. I like him more and more. He's just a playful and mischievous child."
"What?" Mengxiang said, "Master, you still like him like this? I hate him so much! Can't he be serious?"
Mengqing said, "Although I've never met him, Xiangxiang, you know some things. I can only tell you that when he's serious, he always makes people feel scared, uneasy, or even like having nightmares."
Baoyue protested, "Master, why can't I understand what you're saying?"
Mengqing smiled and said, "Because I don't need to know that much. You just need to know that he's your older brother."
Baoyue said, "Why?"
Mengqing said, "Because Master might want to adopt him as his godson!"
Baoyue said, "That's Master's business. I said I would never be his sister."
“Master, Xiangxiang absolutely doesn’t want him as her older brother either, even if he is your—cough, godson, Xiangxiang still hates him. He doesn’t deserve to be Xiangxiang’s brother at all, he’s too awful.”
Mengqing suddenly laughed, “Xiangxiang, why did you come back crying that night after your date with Luotian?”
Mengxiang was taken aback, then took Baoyue’s hand and said, “Baoyue, let’s go out and shut that bastard up.”
Baoyue hesitated, “Will he listen to us?”
Mengxiang’s eyebrows furrowed, “He dares not listen?”
The two women ran out of the Earth Alliance and walked to the gate of the mental hospital. They saw Xiping holding a woman and singing loudly. Baoyue didn’t seem to mind, but Mengxiang roared, “Huang Xiping, you’ve gone too far !” "Is it over yet?"
Xi Ping was singing with great enthusiasm when suddenly, a thunderclap sounded. He turned around and saw two masked women. He said, "Meng Choupi, I'm warning you, don't ruin my fun."
Meng Xiang walked up to him and shouted, "Let them go!"
Xi Ping ignored her and said to the group of beggars, "My many loyal and enthusiastic fans, this singing god needs to pause for a moment. Please wait patiently, and I will sing for you again later."
Meng Xiang glanced at the group of beggars and said, "If you don't want to become the target of my venting, you'd better leave quickly, the farther the better."
The beggars knew that the woman in front of them was the new saintess of Mingyue Peak, so how
could they dare to stay? "Hey, don't go! Meng Choupi, how dare you treat my fans like this?" Xi Ping was furious that he couldn't keep his fans.
Meng Xiang stared at Xi Ping with dreamlike eyes and said, "You still dare to hold them in front of me?"
Hua Xiaobo and Si Gou were both stunned: Wasn't Meng Xiang here to stop Xi Ping from singing? Why are you only concerned about Xiping holding a woman in his arms?
Xiping said, "It's not the first time you've seen me holding a woman, why are you so upset? Besides, I'm holding my wife, is that not allowed?"
Mengxiang said resolutely, "I just can't stand it."
“The more you dislike something, the more I’ll do it. Come here, Rouyun, you little mute, let me kiss her for you.”
Xiping leaned down and kissed Shi Rouyun. Mengxiang said in a huff, “You, you—”
Xiping pulled away from Shi Rouyun’s lips and said defiantly, “How about it, Meng, you stinky brat? Want to do one too?”
Mengxiang said, “If you dare to be rude to me, I’ll kill you.”
Xiping laughed, “That’s right, I already said that last time was the last time I kissed you, how could I contradict myself?” Baoyue
exclaimed, “Miss, when did he kiss you?”
The four dogs and their apprentices were also shocked, “You kissed her?!” Mengxiang
defended herself, “No, how could I let someone like him kiss me? Huang Xiping, you dare to slander me, I’ll make sure your face can never be seen by a woman again!”
Shi Rouyun said, “You want to hit him again? What grudge do you have against him, why do you always want to hit him?” This little girl is always fixated on the word “grudge.”
Mengxiang said, "This is none of your business. If I want to hit him, I'll hit him. There's no need for any grudge."
Baoyue hurriedly said, "Miss—"
"Xiping!" A familiar voice burst into the crowd.
The seven people saw three disheveled women lying on the ground. One of the women raised her face, and even from that dirty face, they could still recognize Leng Jingying?!
The seven people quickly went over and helped the three women up. The other two were none other than Chundie and Yudie.
They saw that the three women had many wounds on their bodies. Although they had been bandaged, they were still shocking to see.
Xi Ping was supporting Leng Jingying. He asked, "Mother-in-law, who beat you like this?"
Hua Xiaobo, supporting Chun Die, said to Xi Ping, "Brother-in-law, they urgently need treatment. You can ask them later. Chun Die has already fainted."
"Then what are you waiting for? Help them inside!"
Dugu Shi helped Hua Xiaobo support Chun Die as they entered the house. Hua Xiaobo shouted at the same time, "Father, Mother, come out quickly."
Leng Jingying opened her eyes and saw Xi Ping. In a weak voice, she said, "Xi Ping, they...they've all been killed!"
"What?!" Xi Ping suddenly scooped up Leng Jingying in his arms, straightened his back abruptly, and his tall, strong body arched backward
. He let out a long, wild howl, like the mournful roar of a tiger and the cry of a dragon echoing throughout the city, lasting for a long time! Tears welled up in his eyes. His
tear-filled eyes suddenly turned blood red, reflecting the tears as if they were blood.
The long-lost blood of the beast demon erupted from his soul once more—
Mengxiang and Baoyue looked at Xiping at this moment and remembered Mengqing's words earlier: When he is serious, he is terrifying and unsettling.
—In Longcheng, amidst blood and tears, the call of beasts was heard!

Episode Fourteen: Beastly Performance,

Chapter One: Butterfly's Fury

. Since leaving the Divine Blade Sect and returning to the Butterfly Sect, Leng Jingying resumed her previous life, spending her days in bed with the relentless Sanlang. In truth, besides sex, there was really nothing else to do in the entire Butterfly Sect. The disciples of the Butterfly Sect always managed to secure their income; for example, a female disciple might hook up with a wealthy businessman, and money would naturally follow.
Leng Jingying knew Xi Ping wasn't dead, which excited her for several days. During those days, Sanlang almost risked his life to calm her down, a truly commendable feat. As Leng Jingying's three nominal husbands, everything they did revolved around her; they would do anything to make her happy—except eat excrement.
The Seven Butterfly Princesses remained docile, quietly waiting for Xiping within the Butterfly Sect. They believed he would come to take them away; he had previously promised them that they would become his beloved wives. Of course, Yudie was already Sigou's official wife.
In their peaceful state, no one could have foreseen the impending disaster.
While Leng Jingying was preparing for their passionate encounter with the relentless Sanlang in her room, a sudden commotion erupted, followed by the sounds of fighting.
Niulang sprang from Leng Jingying's body, and the four hurriedly donned their clothes. The Seven Princesses rushed in.
Yundie said, "Madam, a group of Japanese samurai have stormed in!"
Niulang roared, "Who dares to act recklessly under my feet? I'll beat them to a pulp!" With that, he charged out.
The others followed.
Reaching the gates of the Butterfly Sect, they saw forty or fifty Japanese samurai fighting with the sect's disciples, but it seemed the Butterfly Sect was no match for the Japanese samurai.
Leng Jingying said, "Stop! Why are you provoking our sect for no reason? What grudge do we have against you?"
One of the eight Japanese samurai who hadn't yet made a move—a handsome young man nearing thirty—sneered in broken Central Plains dialect, "Madam Butterfly, is that it?"
Leng Jingying replied, "Yes."
The young man waved his hand, and the Japanese samurai retreated. By then, nearly half of the Butterfly Sect members were dead, while only a few Japanese samurai were injured.
The young man said, "Are you Huang Xiping's mother-in-law?"
Leng Jingying nodded; she sensed that these people were after Xiping.
The young man said, "Huang Xiping killed our predecessor, Yang Longjun. Tell me, do we have a grudge?"
Just as Dani had suspected, Yang Longjun was indeed a Japanese. Before Xiping attacked him, knowing he had no chance of survival, Yang Longjun shouted Xiping's name loudly to let those waiting outside know who had killed him.
The young man coldly said, "Since you are the son-in-law's enemy, you are also the enemy of our Butterfly Sect."
The young man said, "I came to the Central Plains today to kill Huang Xiping, starting with a bloodbath against the Butterfly Sect."
The beautiful girl to the left of the young man said in a Japanese language, "Brother, why waste time talking to her?"
Leng Jingying and the others couldn't understand her. The short, middle-aged warrior to the right of the young man translated, "Our princess said she doesn't want to waste time talking to you."
The girl laughed, "Oh! I forgot you can't understand our language. Next time, improve. Speak the Central Plains language in the Central Plains! Although our language originated from the Central Plains, your language hasn't improved much. I can speak your language, while you can't even understand ours." "A bunch of stupid pigs!"
The lover laughed, "Girl, you seem to have forgotten that dogs can understand human language, but humans can't understand dogs' barking."
The Cowherd clapped his hands and said, "Brother Lover, not only are your sweet words good, but your rebuttals are also so eloquent! I admire you!"
The lover said, "Thank you, Brother Cowherd. In front of a beautiful woman, even insults must be spoken beautifully. After all, I am called your lover."
The two knew that today's battle was a fight to the death. At this critical moment, their hearts were opened wide. If righteous people were present, they would never believe that these three Butterfly Sect's three protectors, who were despised by the martial arts world, would show such heroic spirit in the face of terrifying death.
Leng Jingying said, "The person you're looking for should be me, Leng Jingying. Can you let my disciples leave?"
The middle-aged man to the right of the young man said, "My elder brother's life cannot be repaid even with a hundred of your lives."
The Butterfly Sect members showed indignation, and their fighting spirit burst forth from their eyes. Although they knew they were no match for these Japanese samurai, since they had no chance of survival, they should die for their cause.
After the battle, the Butterfly Sect still had seventy or eighty members left. They had already retreated behind Leng Jingying, but now they all stepped forward and lined up in front of her.
The young man said, "You people from the Central Plains, those in the underworld have far more backbone than those in the righteous path. I never imagined that your sect, known for its lewdness, would have such fearless individuals. Their loyalty to their master is also admirable. For that alone, I'll grant you a quick death."
Leng Jingying said, "I founded this sect so that everyone could live happily like butterflies among flowers. Now, you've sacrificed yourselves for me. Alas!"
Ye Lang said, "We are fugitives, living each day to the fullest. But when the day comes that we can no longer live happily, we'll fight to the death. Madam, Ye Lang may not be able to stay with you. If you manage to break through, please tell your son-in-law what Ye Lang said. Tell him that Ye Lang hopes he can take care of you for the rest of your life and avenge Ye Lang."
Niu Lang sighed, "I long to see my son-in-law. " "He's my idol!"
The lover whispered to Yundie, "Seventh Sister, you protect the lady and escape. We'll lead the group to break through a gap. Don't worry about us then. As long as we can see our son-in-law, our blood won't have been shed in vain." He suddenly looked at the other two and laughed, "So our names are right, 'Desperate Saburo.' We always have to risk our lives, otherwise how can we live up to this title?"
Leng Jingying cried out with tears in her eyes, "Let's go! Let's all go on this final journey together!"
The lover stepped forward first and said, "Yundie, remember my words."
The cowherd roared and squatted down, his feet sinking into the ground. He was gathering energy for his Hunyuan Qigong; he needed the solid strength of the earth. The wild man leaned forward, bending over and touching the ground, his claws digging deep into the soil, like a wolf about to pounce.
The lover drew his sword and smiled at Leng Jingying beside him, saying, "My lady, we've always listened to you, but at this moment, can you listen to us?"
Leng Jingying remained silent, then nodded slightly, tears welling in her eyes.
The lover said, "Children, let's play with these Japanese. I hate how short they are and how long they wear those water boots. Damn, they're disgusting!"
The wild man raised his head and roared, lunging forward at lightning speed. The Japanese samurai charged at him—
following the wild man's initial attack, the Butterfly Sect disciples followed suit, clashing with the Japanese samurai.
These Japanese samurai were known for their domineering and ruthless martial arts, and the Butterfly Sect disciples were no match for them. However, for the desperate Sanlang, they were not a threat. Clearly, none of these Japanese samurai could contend with him. Yet, Leng Jingying could see that the eight Japanese who hadn't yet made a move were all top-tier masters.
Qi Ji and Leng Jingying didn't make a move either. They watched as the men and women of the Butterfly Sect were killed by the Japanese samurai, and then watched as the desperate Sanlang fought with bloodshot eyes.
Yun Die said, "Madam, go out the back door! We'll cover you. When you see Xiping, tell him that we love him."
Leng Jingying said, "Seven Princesses, I understand your intentions, but you know I'm a person who cares about my reputation. How could I possibly run away? It's not just men who care about their reputation; women have dignity too. What does it mean to fly away just because someone kicks me?"
Leng Jingying was, after all, Leng Jingying. Although she was lewd, she still had some backbone. She didn't heed everyone's advice and instead gracefully landed in the midst of the battle. Her sword was as cold as her surname. No one would have imagined that such a passionate woman could make the surrounding air feel cold when she wielded her sword. Seeing her start fighting, the Seven Princesses disregarded everything else and joined the battle against the Japanese samurai.
With the addition of the eight of them, the Japanese samurai gradually found themselves at a disadvantage. The young man in the lead frowned and said, "Aota-kun, Colonel, Masamune, Nomoto!"
The four men to the right of the young man responded and joined the battle.
At this moment, the four who hadn't yet made a move were a young man, Yang Longjun's younger brother, the beautiful woman to the young man's left, and a man of similar age to the woman, probably in his twenties, neither tall nor handsome, with a hint of cruelty often lurking in his eyes, like a wounded wolf.
The woman said, "Brother, I want to fight too."
The young man glanced at the fighting sides. Three of the four had already engaged in combat with the desperate Saburo, but Leng Jingying and Qi Ji remained a significant threat. If they weren't eliminated soon, or if his entire army was wiped out, he said, "Alright, you and Murano go help Masamune finish off those eight women."
"Yes, Your Highness!" the cruel young man beside the girl coldly replied.
With these two joining the fray, the girl fought Leng Jingying alone, while Murano and Masamune battled Qi Ji.
Aota, fighting his lover, was one of the few tall men among the group of Japanese samurai, though also quite thin.
As he brandished his seductive sword, the lover said, "Your country must be very poor, otherwise how could there be people like you? Either you're short, or you're tall but skinny. And you must have done too many wicked things, so few of you look human. Honestly, you should just commit seppuku! Aren't you ashamed in front of a handsome man like me? I'm not saying this to criticize you, just look at me. Hey, a rare fat pig! This must be a breed or specialty of your country." The lover was astonished by the colonel's impressive fat as he saw him fighting the male prostitute.
Qingtian knew the fat pig the lover was referring to was the colonel, the top sumo wrestler in Japan. He said, "You're about to die, and you still have so much nonsense to say?" His samurai sword slashed ten times, but each time it was deflected by the lover's seductive sword; he was furious.
The lover said, "My swordsmanship is only effective against women; it's greatly diminished in front of you. Otherwise, you would have already undergone plastic surgery before Yama, the King of Hell."
The cowherd, panting, said, "My lover, you're right. We should share some of this fat pig's meat with them. Damn it, damn his sister, so much fat, so heavy, so greasy and slippery! While we were fighting, he even took off his clothes, leaving only a white cloth around his waist. I really want to rip off that white cloth and see if his 'sausage' is as fat as he is!"
The lover's sword kissed Qingtian's chest—sorry, he mistook Qingtian for a woman. He greeted him—or rather, his chest—and laughed, “Silly Ox, why don’t you take off your clothes too?”
The Cowherd replied, “Taking off all my clothes to fight with a man? That seems disgusting, doesn’t it? My love, I think only they would have such a hobby, haha, otherwise how come this fat pig is completely naked as soon as he lifts his coat? Wait, fat pig, I, the Wild Ox, am going to take off my clothes too. Give me some time, and I’ll show you what real muscles are.”
The Colonel seemed to understand the Cowherd’s words and actually stood in a horse stance, waiting for the Cowherd to take off his clothes. It seems he really does like wrestling with men naked—damn, how perverted!
Compared to the lover and the Cowherd, the Wild Man seemed less relaxed. He was a cold-blooded man, never one for words. Since he made his move, his swift wolf-claws had torn apart countless throats. Now, entangled with Nomoto, a short, stocky middle-aged man wielding a katana, he found it difficult to strike Nomoto, who was known for his speed. Nomoto's blade struggled to reach him, and Nomoto couldn't get close. The two "wild" men traded blows, exhausting their strength without achieving anything. Sweat soaked their clothes, a testament to the intensity of their battle.
As for Nana's side, it seemed to be a draw.
Leng Jingying found it somewhat difficult to deal with the young girl. This girl was the only woman among the many Japanese, and the only one who wielded a sword. Leng Jingying's elusive Falling Flower Heartless Sword technique was ineffective against the girl, whose movements relied on speed. In fact, Leng Jingying seemed unable to match the girl's speed. The girl knew many martial arts, but the Falling Flower Heartless Sword was her most powerful. The martial arts of Xianyuan Valley were practiced separately for men and women, so Leng Jingying didn't know the Snowflake Spring Love Sword technique. Furthermore, Xianyuan Valley's martial arts were primarily male-dominated, and the techniques passed down to female disciples were those of some of the women in Xihua Xiushi's past, not necessarily of high quality. Later, after taking Leng Jingying as a disciple, Xihua Xiushi specially selected and modified the Falling Flower Heartless Sword technique to pass on to her. As for the other ultimate skill, "Frosty Zen," only Leng Rubing and Shui Jieqiu knew it.
As for lovemaking techniques, Leng Jingying not only knew many, but each move was powerful. However, fighting was not her forte.
Leng Jingying hated violence—except when it manifested during sex.
But the girl didn't seem to be a lesbian, so Leng Jingying was helpless and could only resist desperately. Qi Ji also saw Leng Jingying's predicament, but she was entangled by Zhengzong and Murano and couldn't break free.
Desperate Saburo also understood that their sexual partners were being bullied by the young girl, and they were all furious. The lover's swordplay changed, seemingly slowing down, and the tip of the sword slowly pierced towards Qingtian's brow. Qingtian sneered and thrust the dagger forward rapidly. He thought he would pierce his lover's chest first, but he was wrong. As he pierced his lover's heart, the lover's sword also pierced his forehead, pulling out a clump of brain matter. His body fell to the ground with the force of the sword and remained motionless.
Blood gushed from the lover's chest, splattering onto Qingtian's scalp and staining his hair red. He laughed, "I once said that a handsome, amorous man like me always outlives an ugly man like you. Look, you died before me! I'll fuck your mother, I'll dye your hair, and you still haven't paid me! I'll go to hell and collect my debt from you, hahaha—" The lover laughed heartily as he lay back on the ground, ending his life of debauchery.
Meanwhile, the Cowherd and the Colonel were engaged in a classic sumo wrestling match—you pull my belt, I tug at your pants, as if whoever tears away the last shred of their opponent's modesty first is the ultimate victor—but there was no way around it; the Colonel's fat seemed impervious to blows. The Cowherd's powerful punches felt like hitting a sponge, a waste of effort, leaving him no choice but to resort to a sumo wrestling match.
Enraged by his lover's death, the Cowherd cried out, "My lover!" and tore the colonel's white cloth to shreds. His entire body erupted with internal energy, blasting the colonel away. He rushed to his lover's side, knelt down, and shouted, "Who stabbed a hole in your chest? Was it this red-haired dead man's head?"
The Cowherd's massive fist then slammed into the head of the already dead Qingtian, smashing it to pieces.
He then raised his head and burst into wild laughter. The colonel, whose white cloth had been torn off, stood there, his face flushed, the contrast between his groin and his body striking. Even the grieving Cowherd couldn't help but laugh wildly while weeping.
The Cowherd pointed at the Colonel and said, "Fat, fat pig! I, Wild Bull, was bigger than you when I was three! You should go bang your head against a wall, don't embarrass yourself here." With that, he stopped looking at the Colonel, wiped his lover's face, and then combed his hair, saying, "When you were alive, you were most afraid of looking bad
. Now I'll make you look better so you can go woo those ghost girls—uh, fat pig, you ambushed me!" While the Cowherd was speaking, the Colonel had already grabbed him by the throat from behind, making it impossible for him to break free. The Colonel shouted, "Cut off his hands!"
"No!" Leng Jingying cried out in anguish, but it was too late.
With the Colonel's shout, two samurai swords chopped off the Cowherd's two incredibly thick arms. The Cowherd screamed in agony and almost fainted.
Blood gushed from the cowherd's arms. The colonel released him with a cold laugh, saying in broken Central Plains dialect, "Let's see if you can still laugh."
The cowherd staggered to his feet, staring at the colonel, his eyes almost spitting blood. Suddenly, he laughed bitterly, "You've pushed this bull to its limits!" His enormous body flew towards the colonel, who was three steps away.
The young man shouted, "Colonel, get out of the way!"
"Bang!"
The cowherd's forehead collided head-on with the colonel's forehead, shattering it. The two massive bodies flew in opposite directions simultaneously.
Overwhelmed with grief, Leng Jingying was no match for the girl. Yelang, in a desperate move, accelerated his wolfish attack, lunging forward. His left claw reached for Yeben's right neck. Yeben's blade shifted from a thrust to a slash, and as he severed the wolf's left hand, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Yelang's five fingers had pierced his chest cavity. Shocked and enraged, he changed his attack, using his last strength to slash at Yelang's waist. As the blade sank into Yelang's body, a bloody heart emerged from Yelang's hand—he tore the heart to pieces, simultaneously kicking Yeben's heartless body away.
"My lady, Yelang can no longer stay by your side." Yelang's right hand gripped the hilt of his sword, pulling it from his waist. His legs buckled weakly, and the sword suddenly plunged into the ground, supporting his body. He knelt, struggling to rise, but it was too late. Finally, his eyes snapped open, his forehead resting on the hilt of the sword, and he remained kneeling between heaven and earth.
The death of Sanrou drove Leng Jingying mad. A chilling aura emanated from her sword as she fought the girl fearlessly, ignoring the many sword wounds she sustained.
The girl suddenly retreated a considerable distance, saying, "Are you insane, woman?"
Leng Jingying ignored her, running to Yelang and tearfully covering his eyes, saying, "You won't rest in peace even in death? I'll listen to you."
The girl returned to the young man's side, watching Leng Jingying's retreating figure, and said, "Brother, weren't we a bit cruel?"
The young man remained silent.
The short, middle-aged man to the young man's right said, "Princess, the spirit of Bushido is first and foremost cruelty."
The girl retorted, "That's your business. I'm a woman."
The middle-aged man dared not speak, for he could see the girl was clearly angry—women are always soft-hearted.
The girl said, "Brother, tell Masamune and Murano to stop! They seem unable to hold on."
The young man said, "In our country, there are only heroes who die in battle, not soldiers who flee. Do you want them to set that precedent?"
The girl lowered her head.
As she lowered her head, Yundie suddenly uttered, "Butterfly Heart Kissing Flower."
In that instant, the seven princesses retreated, dancing in the air—their final, suicidal move, Butterfly Heart Kissing Flower.
Masamune and Murano were surrounded.
The seven women's figures flashed rapidly, indistinguishable from one another, as if countless colorful butterflies were fluttering around a flower. Suddenly, seven enormous butterflies converged simultaneously, shooting towards the two on the ground. The samurai swords in their hands unleashed a gust of wind, whipping the chaotic butterflies in the sky, bursting forth with vibrant colors, before fading into stillness.
Masamune and Murano each suffered several sword wounds and collapsed to the ground.
Of the seven women, only Yucho and Chuncho managed to sit up; the other five were already dead, their beauty gone forever.
"Pack your things, let's go. Leng Jingying, please tell Huang Xiping everything here. I await his arrival. I think we'll meet again soon, and then I'll take your soul! To you, I am a messenger from hell."
The young man finished speaking, turned, and led his group away. When they arrived, there were fifty or sixty people; now only thirty or forty remained, while the Butterfly Sect had only three survivors.
Who would avenge this difference?
Simultaneously, a handsome, beast-like figure appeared in the minds of the three women—Xiping.

Chapter Two: Behind the Scenes

. Under the superb medical skills of Hua Chukai and his wife, Leng Jingying and the other two women were out of danger. Yu Die was carried to Si Gou's room to recuperate, as she wanted Si Gou to be alone with her; women always hope to see their men by their side at times like this.
Leng Jingying and Chun Die were given another room, where Xiping and the others were. Du Qingfeng stayed by Leng Jingying's side, while hope Ping held Chun Die in his arms. His usual roguish expression was gone, replaced by a deep sorrow. The deaths of the five women filled him with immense anger alongside his grief. These six women, though once promiscuous, were the women he met early in his career, and it was they who had freed him from his virginity. Now, only Chun Die remained—a woman he could never forget. If Lei Feng was his first love, then Chun Die was his first love; it was Chun Die who made him lose his virginity. Regardless of how much affection he held for Chun Die, he was certain that she would forever remain in his life as his "first woman."
You Zui asked, "Xi Ping, is she alright?"
Xi Ping replied, "My father-in-law just said she'll fully recover in about ten days. You'er, I want her to live with you."
You Zui nodded and said, "I'll take good care of her."
Chun Die, pale-faced, nestled in Xi Ping's arms and asked, "Xi Ping, won't you let me stay with you?"
Xi Ping said, "You'er is my woman. She and Rou Yun sleep with you. You're injured now, so it's not good for you to live with me. You know I can be quite violent at times, and I'm afraid you might not be able to resist taking my..." Violence, so I ask you to avoid it first, and when you are healed, you can move over and share the same room with me. In fact, I often go to their room. When you are with them, it is like being with me. You and they are both my women, huh? "
Shi Rouyun protested softly from the side: "Rouyun is not your woman. "
Xiping turned around and looked at her. She lowered her head unconsciously. Xiping said: "Little mute, can you say it again? "
Shi Rouyun stopped talking, took Dugu Shi and Du Juan's hands and dragged them out, looking extremely cute.
"She said she is not your woman, did you hear that? "Meng Xiang answered Xi Ping for Shi Rouyun.
"Meng Shirou, I didn't ask you, why are you talking so much?
Mengxiang said angrily: "Huang Xiping, if you dare to call me dreaming, I will smash your mouth."
"You dare?" "Ye Mei Mei and You Zui said in unison.
Meng Xiang glared at Xi Ping, turned around and said, "Baoyue, let's go.
Zhao Ziwei said, "Xiping, I'm out," and then followed Mengxiang away.
Hua Xiaobo sighed, "Brother Wei is indeed Brother Wei, he's really fierce, even knowing there's no hope, he still puts in so much effort."
Zhao Zihao shook his head and said, "Dahai, Along, let's go out and make some arrangements! I didn't expect Yang Longjun to be a Japanese, it seems there will be another big battle this time."
After the three of them went out, Huang Yang and his wife, and Hua Chukai and his wife also went out to the hall to discuss with Dugu Ba and the others.
Seeing everyone leave, Xi Ping picked up Chun Die and said, "Father-in-law and mother-in-law, I'm going to take Xiao Die to You'er's room, I'll come back to see you later."
After Xi Ping and the other two left, only Du Qingfeng, Wang Yufen, Dugu Xue, and Leng Jingying remained in the room. Facing the three women, Du Qingfeng was at a loss for words. Each of them had given birth to a daughter for him, but he had only loved Wang Yufen and Dugu Xue. He only felt guilt and pity for Leng Jingying. Now that Leng Jingying had suffered, he felt somewhat angry and sad, but he didn't know how to comfort her. If Bingbing were here, a daughter would always comfort her mother.
Leng Jingying said, "You are the leader of the four great martial arts families, and there are many things for you to handle. Go do your work! I want to talk to them."
Faced with this awkward situation, Du Qingfeng had actually wanted to leave long ago, but since it was his daughter's mother who was injured, he had to stay and look after her. Now that Leng Jingying had spoken, he didn't care whether his other two wives agreed or not, turned around and walked out the door, closing it behind him—who says old people get confused? Du Qingfeng was perfectly clear-headed. With three rivals present, when else would he run? Otherwise, his jealousy would be enough to overwhelm him.
The three women were speechless for a moment, looking at each other. Of Du Qingfeng's three women, Leng Jingying was the most beautiful, followed by Dugu Xue and Wang Yufen. However, upon closer inspection, each had her own unique charm: Leng Jingying was like a blooming rose, Dugu Xue like a pale white cloud, and Wang Yufen like a snow lotus on the plateau.
Leng Jingying smiled at Dugu Xue and said, "It's been over twenty years since we last met. You're still as young as you were back then."
Dugu Xue replied calmly, "You're just as beautiful as ever."
Leng Jingying said, "I remember you suddenly appeared that time, slapped Du Qingfeng twice, and ran away. Did you leave him then?"
Dugu Xue nodded. Leng Jingying continued, "After you left, I slapped him a few times too. Actually, I didn't know him. It was only because of Shi Yuanling that he got the benefit. There aren't many women as jealous as you."
Leng Jingying smiled again, which aggravated her injury, and she let out a soft snort.
Dugu Xue said, "I've already forgiven him."
Leng Jingying said, "I can tell, otherwise you wouldn't have gone back to him. Although I gave birth to his daughter, I was never his woman. He didn't love me, and I won't love him. Isn't that ridiculous?"
Wang Yufen sighed, "This is all the cruel jokes of the world! You two sisters, you're both unfortunate."
Leng Jingying said, "You two should sit on the edge of the bed! I used to hate Du Qingfeng, but after giving birth to Bingbing two years ago, it faded. Actually, sometimes mistakes are a kind of beauty, you know! My Bingbing is a great beauty. If it weren't for that mistake, where would my Bingbing be?"
Wang Yufen said, "Since you're both so beautiful, your daughter must be even more beautiful. It's just that marrying that bastard wasn't worth it."
Wow, this woman Wang Yufen, she'll stab Xiping whenever she gets the chance. If Xiping heard this here, he'd be so angry he'd vomit blood.
Leng Jingying asked in surprise, "You mean Xiping?"
Wang Yufen retorted angrily, "Who else but him?"
Leng Jingying paused for a moment, then said, "You seem to dislike him very much?"
Wang Yufen stated her reason directly: "That bastard is immoral."
"Really?" Leng Jingying disagreed, saying, "I actually think he's quite cute. Although it's inappropriate to say these things at this time, from the first moment I saw him, I really wanted to have sex with him. He's the man I most want to have sex with."
Leng Jingying was Leng Jingying, her true nature unchanged—lustful, unrestrained, and undeniably seductive. If it weren't for her injuries and the emotional pain caused by the destruction of the Butterfly Sect, she might have demanded that Xiping satisfy her physical needs. Wang
Yufen's eyes widened. She couldn't believe Leng Jingying would say such a thing. After all, Xiping was their son-in-law. How could Leng Jingying so bluntly say she wanted to sleep with her son-in-law? She glanced at Dugu Xue unconsciously and noticed that Dugu Xue looked completely calm. Thinking about it, it made sense: Dugu Xue was carrying that bastard's child! Sigh! These two mothers-in-law, one had already slept with her son-in-law, and the other was constantly trying to seduce him into bed. Poor Qingfeng!
Leng Jingying said to Dugu Xue, "Aren't you surprised, or do you think I'm promiscuous?"
Dugu Xue calmly replied, "If you're going to be surprised or promiscuous, you're nothing. I'm already carrying Xiping's child."
This time it was Leng Jingying's turn to be surprised. She said, "Are you joking?"
Wang Yufen said, "I hope it's a joke, but unfortunately what she said is true. You two—sigh! I don't know what to say about you."
Dugu Xue and Leng Jingying stared at Wang Yufen at the same time. Leng Jingying said, "Yufen, in my experience, you seem to have been unsatisfied for a long time. What's wrong? Although Du Qingfeng isn't extremely strong, he's definitely capable of satisfying one or two women."
Wang Yufen blushed. Leng Jingying was right. If it were the old Qingfeng, he would never have neglected her. But now, alas! She could only sigh.
Dugu Xue also sighed, "Qingfeng isn't good anymore."
A look of understanding appeared on Leng Jingying's face: So that's how it is.
"Dugu Xue, tell me about your relationship with Xiping?" Leng Jingying was extremely interested in this.
"There's nothing to say." Despite saying this, Dugu Xue recounted her affair with Xiping.
Unlike Wang Yufen, Leng Jingying didn't think Xiping was particularly bad. Instead, she said, "How incredibly romantic! I hope he'll rape me someday."
Wang Yufen's mouth dropped open. "Sister, that's immoral!"
Leng Jingying scoffed. "Immoral? I've been cursed countless times in the martial world. Who doesn't know the infamous reputation of Lady Butterfly? Am I afraid of being raped by my son-in-law? If he doesn't rape me, I'll rape him! After he avenges me, I'll celebrate with him! I've already told Bingbing about this. As long as Bingbing isn't angry, I don't really care what anyone thinks of me. I, Leng Jingying, am famous for my lewdness, you know that."
Wang Yufen was speechless: Lady Butterfly's synonym in the martial world was "lewdness"! What could she possibly say?
Leng Jingying continued, "Dugu Xue, to be honest, Xi Ping is the most terrifying man I've ever met. Tell me, what's it like being with him?"
Wang Yufen's face flushed: This Leng Jingying is really provocative!
Dugu Xue said, "Go try it yourself! I'm sure that after you've tried him, any other man will be boring. In my whole life, I've only had relationships with two men, but you've had experience with countless men. But no matter who you compare him to, he's the best, of course, I mean in terms of sex."
Wang Yufen snapped, slightly angry, "Doing this kind of thing is easy, of course, but have you thought about the consequences?"
Dugu Xue said, "What consequences could there be? It's just pregnancy, isn't it?"
“Yes!” Leng Jingying chimed in, “I’ve never really been married in my life, so it doesn’t matter if I marry him. Anyway, I’m not that old. He took my daughter, so how could he possibly dislike me?”
Wang Yufen shouted, “You all have to think about Qingfeng, right?”
Dugu Xue and Leng Jingying were both taken aback. Leng Jingying said, “Forget it, we’ll talk about it later! Right now, my first priority is to recover from my injuries, and the second is to avenge my family. My desperate Sanlang and his disciples cannot have died in vain.”
Wang Yufen’s expression softened slightly. She said, “I’m sorry, I got too emotional just now. Actually, we’re all women, and we all understand some things. It’s difficult for everyone.”
Dugu Xue stroked Wang Yufen’s pretty shoulder and sighed, “Did you tell Qingfeng?”
Wang Yufen’s face suddenly turned red again. It turned out that when she told Du Qingfeng about Dugu Xue last night, Du Qingfeng was not only not indignant, but also approved of Dugu Xue maintaining a certain relationship with Xiping in secret. Of course, in public, Dugu Xue was still Du Qingfeng’s wife.
That wasn't all. Du Qingfeng also said to her, "Yufen, I told you before to go find other men. But other men aren't necessarily good. Only Xiping, I'm sure of it. He might be bad, but he's also handsome and strong. You might as well learn from Xue."
At the time, Wang Yufen was both ashamed and angry, telling Du Qingfeng she would never do such a shameful thing. Now, when Dugu Xue asked, she replied irritably, "I did."
Dugu Xue asked, "What did Qingfeng say?"
Wang Yufen said reluctantly, "He told you not to let anyone know about your affair with Xiping, and he doesn't care about anything else."
Dugu Xue was silent for a long time, then sighed deeply and said, "He's suffered."
Wang Yufen said, "The most important thing is, what will you do if Sisi finds out? It doesn't matter what others say, can Sisi accept it?"
"She can!" Leng Jingying said absolutely, "Even my Bingbing can accept it, let alone Sisi? What's so strange about a mother and daughter marrying the same husband? There's such a thing in this world, when a husband dies, the son takes in his mother, you should know that, right?"
Wang Yufen said, "There is such a custom in some places."
Leng Jingying said, "That's settled then. Anyway, I'm not Du Qingfeng's wife. As long as my daughter has no objections, I don't care what anyone says, I'm determined to have this son-in-law. Yufen, why don't you go and seduce him too? The taste of an affair must be quite good, I really want to try it!" Her face showed longing, as if she was about to have an affair with Xiping.
"You're getting more and more outrageous. I'm not talking to you anymore. I don't care about you two. I'm leaving. You two can do whatever you want, just don't embarrass Qingfeng. In this world, I only care about Qingfeng."
The two women watched her leave. Leng Jingying said, "Didn't we go a bit too far?"
Dugu Xue sighed, "Maybe! But what can we do? We've already done it, and the baby is almost due. What am I supposed to do?"
Leng Jingying said, "Let me ask you something serious! Do you love Xiping or not?"
Dugu Xue pondered, "If I didn't love him, why would I let the child be born? I do love him! When a woman is willing to have a child for a man, she always loves that man. Perhaps she also loves Qingfeng, but she's already gone. Between her and Qingfeng, there can only be the memory of the past, which is eternal. But once a woman's lonely heart is activated by new passion, and a new element appears in her life, no woman who has ever been hurt by love can resist a young and strong man." "Yes. I was hurt by a mistake, and then the mistake healed my wounds by chance. I don't want to let Qingfeng down, but I have already let him down, so I can only ask for his forgiveness. Some things, a man can turn back, but a woman can never."
Leng Jingying stared at Dugu Xue for a long time and said, "Help me up. I want to sleep in the same room as Chun Die. Du Qingfeng can't comfort me. Only in that room can I find what I need. You understand, if a woman doesn't turn back, she can only move forward. I am a woman that everyone despises, and I'm not afraid of being cursed by others anymore, right?"
Dugu Xue nodded and said, "That little rascal isn't afraid either."

Chapter Three: The Resurgence of Bestiality

Si Gou was somewhat happy about Yu Die's injury, but he was deeply saddened by the deaths of the other five Dies. Although the five Dies were not his women, they were the first women he and Xi Ping encountered when they entered the martial world together, and they were all Xi Ping's women. The men of Huanshan Village might fight often while they're in the village, but once they're outside, they're still family. It's undeniable that in the world outside Huanshan Village, Xiping is the closest person to Si Gou. As a brother, Xiping's woman's death grieved him. Xiping always protected him, and of course, he protected Xiping in return—just a little less capable.
Yu Die lay on the bed, with Si Gou and his woman guarding her. Si Gou stroked her pale face and said, "You've suffered. I, Si Gou, am now the leader of the Beggars' Sect. I will have all the beggars in the world search for them and avenge you. Yu Die, take good care of your injuries! Don't leave me again. I can raise you to be healthy and plump, and give me a few more healthy and plump sons."
Yu Die said, "Perhaps you don't need to look for them; they will come to us anyway. On the way here, Madam said she felt someone was following us. Chun Die and I had the same feeling. They came for Xi Ping, and when they learned that Xi Ping was already in Longcheng..."
Si Gou roared, "Good! I haven't used the marksmanship I learned yet. I'll use it on them this time. Damn it, I'll rip their asses open!"
Yu Die smiled.
Zhao Ziqing scoffed, "Your marksmanship looks disgusting, even more repulsive than the way you smash plates. Doesn't the Beggars' Sect have any decent kung fu?"
Ye Laixiang replied, "What's so special about the Beggars' Sect's kung fu? At least it should be practical, just like how they can earn money even in tattered clothes. Practicality is good enough."
Dai Ni said, "Si Gou, you keep this sister company. I'll go out with them first."
"Okay, I'll find you later."
Si Gou agreed to Dai Ni, and then left the room with her four Indian girls.
Zhao Ziqing watched their retreating figures and suddenly said, "I wonder where they're going. They're always running around, never coming back until night. There must be something wrong."
Si Gou's eyes flickered, and she said, "Let's not talk about her. She doesn't care about me, Si Gou. Let her go! What's mine will always be mine, and what's not mine can't be taken back. Sigh!"
Zhao Ziqing scoffed, "It's best if she goes back to her Indian roots." Really, how could she let a woman prettier than Zhao Ziqing cling to Si Gou? Although Zhao Ziqing wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, if it weren't for Dai Ni, she would certainly be the most beautiful among Si Gou's women. But she knew that the woman Si Gou loved most was still Lan Hua.
Yu Die said, "This is the first time I've seen her. She gives me a strange feeling, but the deep sorrow in her eyes makes my heart ache. Si Gou, how did you get her?"
Si Gou told her about the Qunfang Pavilion.
Yu Die laughed, "The Qunfang Pavilion is a good place. You two brothers, one got the princess, and the other got Tianzhu. Both are unparalleled beauties."
Zhao Ziqing continued, "The difference is that he only got her body, while Xi Ping got both body and soul."
Si Gou sneered, "How can I compare to Xi Ping? He's much more shameless than me!"
"Right, where's Lan Hua?" Yu Die asked.
Night Fragrance replied, "Orchid Sister is at Changchun Hall. They don't want to travel around, so they're here to give birth."
Jade Butterfly asked worriedly, "Is Changchun Hall safe?"
Four Dogs said, "The Green Sword Manor has sent most of its manpower to Changchun Hall, plus the brothers from Yuanyang Escort Agency, and the Beggar Clan brothers I, Four Dogs, specially arranged to take care of them in Ziyan City, so there shouldn't be any problems. I heard that Old Man Dugu also sent some people there, and since they all know martial arts, there's even less to worry about. Besides, if Changchun Hall encounters any trouble, Zhao Jieying will lead the Divine Blade Sect to provide rapid support. Jade Butterfly, Changchun Hall isn't as isolated as the Butterfly Sect, and its strength is much greater than the Butterfly Sect's. Those forty or fifty Japanese can't harm them. Sometimes I think, having more people is good; you can crush them and win. But I just can't understand why we couldn't win when so many of us fought Xiping before?"
Jade Butterfly relaxed and said, "Because he's not an ordinary person at all; he has..." "I knew he wasn't human from that moment on."
Si Gou exclaimed, "What was he like?"
Ye Lai Xiang said, "Like a handsome ancient god!"
Zhao Ziqing said, "A celestial demon with a magnetic allure!"
Yu Die thought for a moment, then slowly said, "I've seen more of his bestiality. I can feel his beastly tension from the bestiality he displays during sex. Don't be fooled by his calm demeanor today; the pain from the deaths of my five sisters is beyond your imagination. He's usually a rogue, but today, I never saw a trace of a smile in his eyes. All I saw was blood, that tiny red hidden between black and white. I like him like this. He's angry for us. Many people in this world curse us, look down on us, but only he protects us like this. That makes me feel satisfied, and my five sisters in the afterlife should also feel comforted. Si Gou, when you take revenge, let Yu Die come along, okay?"
Si Gou said, "I will. I want you to see how I pierce his anus through his head with my gun."
Si Gou gripped the golden spear leaning against the bedpost, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. Golden light shot out from the spear, so bright it made one's eyes turn white.
From the moment Xi Ping held her, Chun Die felt the world begin to shrink, becoming just her and Xi Ping.
She was the youngest of the Seven Butterfly Beauties, only twenty-three years old. When she was sixteen, she was gang-raped by five men. Lady Butterfly, Leng Jingying, who happened to be passing by, saved her but released the five men, telling her to take revenge herself. Later, she learned martial arts from Leng Jingying, took her revenge, and then followed Leng Jingying into depravity.
She felt that no man in this world was trustworthy or worthy of love; rather than being played by men, she would rather play men herself. But from the moment she met Xi Ping, her heart had found its master. Although she had been with many men, love only came the moment she met Xi Ping.
Life is full of surprises. A heart that was devoid of love suddenly develops feelings for a man, which feels unreal. But what constitutes reality? She didn't understand. She was a woman, and she only knew that women always rely on men. She had never considered depending on any man before, but after meeting Xiping, her heart found that dependence.
Yes, she wanted to rely on a man for life, like a normal woman. Yet, she was also afraid, afraid that this thought was too extravagant, because she knew what kind of woman she was—a woman who had been promiscuous with many men countless times. Did she still have the right to ask for a man's protection?
She dared not think about it. However, Xiping showed her through his actions: no matter what kind of woman she was, he was willing to take her in and be her last refuge.
This scoundrel, even shameless man, might not be considered a good person by the world, but in the hearts of Chundie and many other women, he was the most genuine man. A woman's demands on a man are never based on good or bad, but only on love or lack thereof. As long as she loves him, even if he is a sinner, she longs for his affection.
She had been with many men in the past, so she easily accepted the fact that Xiping had many women around him. It was somewhat like Wild Rose, except Wild Rose was happier than her because Wild Rose was pregnant with a little darling.
Xiping carried her and followed Youzui. Youzui opened the door, and the three of them went in. Just as they were about to close the door, Xiaoyue ran over.
Youzui said, "Yue'er, is something urgent?"
Xiaoyue replied, "Nothing much. They were discussing something, and I wasn't interested in listening, so I came here. Sister, don't you like Yue'er coming?"
Youzui laughed, "Of course! Who wouldn't like Yue'er?"
She pulled Xiaoyue into the room and closed the door. Xiping had already gently placed Chundie on the bed.
There was only one bed in the room, which Youzui and Shi Rouyun slept in.
Xi Ping said, "Sister Zui, why don't you sleep in my room tonight? I have plenty of beds."
You Zui replied, "No, I won't go. I'll just have someone bring another bed over, won't I?"
Xi Ping frowned and said, "So troublesome?" He turned and gazed at Chun Die on the bed, then suddenly said, "Don't you blame me for thinking of taking advantage of a woman at a time like this?"
His voice was very soft, as if afraid of hurting Chun Die's wounded heart.
Chun Die's eyes were filled with tears as she whispered, "When I woke up and saw you, you were so scary."
“Hmm,” Xiping said, “because my face is a little swollen?”
Chundie shook her head on the bed and said, “No, you’re an incredibly handsome man. No matter how swollen your face is, it won’t scare anyone. But the grief and anger in your eyes then was terrifying. It was as if there were two deep holes in your eyes, and blood was gushing from them! Really, I didn’t like seeing you like that. Even if I and the others were killed, I wouldn’t want you to avenge us. I didn’t want to see you kill. In our hearts, you’ve always been a handsome and lovely man. You have a kindness unlike others, a rogue’s conscience. The moment you defeated Dijie was the most beautiful moment I could imagine, not because of your strength and demonic charm at that moment, but because you let Dijie live.”
Xiping glanced at the other two women, suddenly stood up, walked around the room a few times, stopped, looked at Chundie on the bed, and said, “You mean you want me not to kill them?”
Chundie was silent for a long time, then said, “I’m afraid of the grief and anger in your eyes—”
“Kill those two bastards, and you'll see me smile more often. Maybe I'm a shameless man, but I'm serious about some things.” Xi Ping spoke resolutely, walking to the bedside and sitting down, stroking Chun Die's face. He continued, “My woman is dead, how can my heart not ache? They made my heart ache, how can I remain indifferent? Don't be afraid, I'm still the same as before. Even when I kill, I become the most terrifying beast, but this beastly heart is still just as gentle towards you.”
“I love my beastly brother!” Xiao Yue remembered the powerful beastly nature Xi Ping displayed when he saved her in the Wolf Path. That beastly image, forced from his soul and even his body, truly reflected her irreplaceable position in Xi Ping's heart. She knew that her brother would do anything for the woman he loved—her brother wasn't a hero, just a selfish beast.
“But I prefer my eldest brother’s roguish nature, because he was the kindest back then.”
A smile appeared on Xi Ping’s face, the first smile he had shown since reuniting with Leng Jingying and the other two women. This smile, appearing on his still somewhat swollen face, suddenly made the three women feel much more relaxed. He beckoned to Xiao Yue and said, “Yue’er, come here, let me hold you. I haven’t held you for two days.”
“You only just realized that now!” Xiao Yue began to whine, walking up to Xi Ping. Xi Ping hugged her, placed her on his lap, pinched her delicate nose, and whispered in her ear, “Yue’er has a lovely baby in her little belly!”
“Really?” Xiao Yue was overjoyed and cried out excitedly. Suddenly realizing something was wrong, she buried her face in Xi Ping’s arms, her cheeks flushed pink.
You Zui said, "Xi Ping, what did you and Yue'er talk about that made your sister blush but look so happy?"
Xi Ping said, "Nothing, Sister Zui, sit down! Standing will get tiring. Aren't you afraid? The baby in your belly hasn't learned to stand yet." You
Zui scolded, "I didn't ask your baby to stand. Why are you in such a hurry? What are you pretending to be kind about? Didn't you always want to abort the baby before?" Even though she said that, she still found a chair and sat down.
Hearing her bring up the past, Xi Ping knew she resented his past teasing, so he didn't dare say anything more. He quickly said to Xiao Yue in his arms, "Yue'er, someone's angry. Go and persuade him for your brother, okay?"
Xiao Yue looked up at You Zui, then stood up and asked Xi Ping to let go of her. She walked to You Zui, took her hand, and said, "Sister, let's go out and play with them. Let the naughty brother keep Chun Die company alone, okay?"
You Zui looked at Xi Ping, pouted, and then turned to Xiao Yue with a smile, "Okay, let's go out."
The two women went out, and Xi Ping closed the door. As he turned around, he heard You Zui outside say, "Yue'er, why do you always call me sister? Shouldn't I, You Zui, be your sister-in-law?"
Xiao Yue giggled, "I just like to call you that. You are my sister-in-law and also my sister, but I like the latter more than the former. Hehe, sister, you're blushing."
At this moment, the two women approached. Xi Ping shook his head in the room and sighed: She is both his sister and his wife.
Chun Die said, "Your sister is very cute."
Xi Ping replied, "Cute, she's also your sister, because you're my wife."
This casual remark made Chun Die's heart flutter like honey. She said, "I want to have your children, just like they do, okay?"
“Of course!” Xi Ping said, “However, I will only cultivate and sow seeds on your body after you have recovered!”
“You’re so naughty!” After a pause, Chun Die said softly, “Actually, all the sisters wanted to have a child for you, but they never dared to ask, afraid that you would refuse. We all know that when you are doing that kind of thing, you can control yourself at will. If you don’t want to give it to us, we won’t get it either.”
Xi Ping said, “How could I refuse you? It’s just that you didn’t say anything, so I thought I would arrange it for you later. Who would have thought that so many things would happen?”
Chun Die sighed, “The lives of the sisters are all so bitter!”
Xi Ping thought of the five women and suddenly felt like crying. His eyes blurred, and he raised his hand to wipe his eyes, but Chun Die’s raised hand grabbed his.
She took out a handkerchief with her other hand and wiped his eyes, saying, “Men may not like to shed tears, but your tears at this moment, even if it is just one drop, will be enough for me and my dead sisters.”
Xi Ping said, “You like it?”
Chun Die nodded.
“Then I’ll often shed tears in front of you, saving me from many unnecessary sweet nothings.”
Chun Die suddenly stared at him, and Xi Ping’s smile froze. Chun Die said, “A man’s tears are the truest words of love for a woman.”
Xi Ping fell silent. In the silence, he heard a knock on the door—very urgent!
Could it be that You Zui and Xiao Yue had returned?
“Coming!” Xi Ping opened the door and saw Hua Xiaobo.
“Brother-in-law, the Japanese are here, in front of the mental hospital.” Hua Xiaobo gasped.
Xi Ping stepped out, and behind him came Chun Die’s voice: “Xi Ping, don’t kill too many people.”
Xi Ping turned around, looked at Chun Die, and said, “I’m not someone else, I’m just me, you should trust me.”
Chun Die said, “With your words, I’m relieved. Go! Remember, what we want are your tears, not blood.”
She was right. What women want are tears, affection, and love, not bloodshed and hatred.
But what about Xi Ping?
When Xi Ping turned around again, Hua Xiaobo saw the look on his brother-in-law's face—a look as if evil had been smeared with blood, making Hua Xiaobo almost lose his balance.
He trembled as he looked at Xi Ping's blood-red eyes and stammered, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong?"
"Tears are for lovers, but blood is for enemies!"
The cold words were bitten out by Xi Ping's teeth. Hua Xiaobo froze, only trying to follow after Xi Ping had already taken a step forward.
On the bed, Chun Die said, "Xiaobo, if your brother-in-law loses control, have Yue'er stop him. Perhaps the only person in this world who can stop him from going mad is his innocent sister."
The first time she had relations with Xi Ping, she almost died from his outburst of lust. Afterwards, she couldn't understand why Xi Ping had lost control then. Even now, she still didn't understand, only vaguely sensing an incredible, sudden power within Xi Ping—something she had thought of when he defeated Di Jie. But this almost insane element could very well lead to a loss of reason, though this was just her conjecture, she was always worried.
Because of this worry, she chose Xiaoyue. She hadn't had much contact with Xiaoyue, but from the scene of Xiping saving her, she knew that Xiaoyue held an unspeakable place in Xiping's heart. The sincerity and tenderness in Xiping's eyes when he looked at Xiaoyue was enough to melt any woman's heart, and it could also melt away the sorrow and hatred in his own.
"Are you sure Xiaoyue can stop it?" Hua Xiaobo asked heavily.
He understood that Chundie's worries were not unfounded. He knew that Xiping possessed a Nine Yang Body with extremely strong demonic power, and moreover, Xiping had already transformed into a beast once when Xiaoyue fell into the wolf path. Just now, he had seen blood flowing in Xiping's eyes. Hua Xiaobo had also seen this sudden change to blood-red eyes in Dugu Ming's eyes, but the one in Xiping's eyes was more vivid, clear, and almost terrifying!
“My brother-in-law is on the verge of madness!”
Chun Die closed her eyes and sighed, “We can only gamble once.”
“To be honest, seeing my brother-in-law like that, I want to go mad with him too!” With that, Hua Xiaobo closed the door and dashed forward.
In this world, when it comes to who can dash the fastest, besides Hua Xiaobo, it’s Bo Xiaohua.

Chapter Four: Madmen Emerge Together

Zhao Zihao never expected that his wife would bring their son and his two concubines straight to the mental hospital. They arrived only slightly later than Leng Jingying and the other two women. When he, Huang Dahai, Lei Long, and the others entered the lobby of the mental hospital, they saw Hua Xiaoqian sitting next to Dugu Ba. When Hua Xiaoqian saw them come out, she stood up and greeted them. Then she snuggled into her mother’s arms and acted coquettishly for a while. After everyone was seated, she left her mother and returned to sit next to her husband. Zhao Zihao quietly asked her why she came. Her answer was: I missed you.
Zhao Zihao was completely defeated by her—men have never been able to handle a woman’s capriciousness. Hua Xiaoqian's arrival might not have needed a reason at all, but now that he had one, he said nothing more. He took his chubby son from Dongxue's arms, played with him for a while, and then handed him to Hua Xiaoqian, saying, "My son is hungry."
Hua Xiaoqian took her son, and without caring about the stares of everyone, unbuttoned her clothes, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, and began to breastfeed her son.
The scene suddenly became awkward.
Zhao Zihao suddenly stood up, using his tall frame to block Hua Xiaoqian, and pulled his two concubines to his sides to shield her.
Hua Xiaoqian scolded, "You really are something, what's so shameful about a mother breastfeeding her son?"
Zhao Zihao scratched his head and turned to say, "There are a lot of perverts here."
Hua Xiaobo exclaimed, "Wow, Brother Hao, aren't you talking about me and Brother Dugu? No matter what, she's my sister, how could I have feelings for her?" He didn't forget to clarify for himself. Xiping, Sigou, and Zhao Ziwei were not there; only he and Dugu Ming were in the hall. As one of the five perverts, Hua Xiaobo had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward.
Dugu Ming said, "I didn't see anything, except your son's chubby lips are so cute. I really wish I had lips like that, haha!"
Zhao Zihao shouted, "Dugu Ming, do you still want my wife to breastfeed you?"
Dugu Ming laughed, "You said it, I never thought that way, haha, Brother Zhao, don't be angry. Although I like to look at women's breasts, it's not something you can look at directly when your mother is breastfeeding. Actually, I had already turned away when Xiaoqian lifted her clothes, and I only turned back when I heard Xiaobo shout. Who knew I would see you standing in front of Xiaoqian in such a ridiculous way? You're quite funny too."
Zhao Zihao's face turned red. Indeed, many people had turned away from Hua Xiaoqian, and Dugu Ming was one of them.
Zhao Zihao chuckled dryly, then felt a few light taps on his back. He heard Hua Xiaoqian say, "Zihao, that's enough, stop being so petty."
Zhao Zihao turned around and saw that his wife had already buttoned her clothes before sitting down. He said softly, "Don't be so reckless in the future, people will laugh at you."
Hua Xiaoqian scoffed, "Who's laughing at you? You're the one who keeps doing ridiculous things."
Hua Xiaobo said, "Big sister, I didn't expect you to be so bold and unrestrained after having a child. I remember you used to be very timid and refined."
Hua Xiaoqian retorted, "Xiaobo, when have I ever been timid?"
Hua Xiaobo thought for a moment and said, "I remember once, two dogs in our yard were mating, and when you saw it, you covered your face and screamed, then turned and ran away. You still say that wasn't timidity?" His memory was really good; he could even remember that clearly. I admire him!
Hua Xiaoqian's beautiful face turned red. She said, "That wasn't timidity, it was shyness!"
Oh! So it was shyness!
"Why weren't you shy just now?" Hua Xiaobo was determined to get to the bottom of it. Damn, his older sister wasn't giving him any face.
Hua Xiaoqian angrily shoved her son into Dongxue's arms, walked over, grabbed his ear, and scolded, "Xiaobo, how long has it been since I disciplined you? Less than half a year, and you've become so bad? This time I'm going to tear your ear apart!"
"Ouch, sister, let go! My ear's going to split! Sister, didn't you always say you were a refined girl? This is damaging to your image. Stay refined, sister, stay refined! Hao-ge, quickly control your wife! Mom and Dad, you're still laughing? My sister is bullying me again! She once said she wouldn't use violence after marriage. She said she would be a gentle and considerate wife. Do you remember?" In his predicament, Hua Xiaobo cried for help from everyone he saw, but no one came to his aid. After all, it was common for his sister to discipline her younger brother. Who told him he was born later than Hua Xiaoqian?
Hua Xiaoqian said, "In front of you, I will only maintain my elder sister's dignity."
Hua Xiaobo pleaded, "Sister, I know I was wrong, please let go!"
“Not so easy. You always ruin my image, so I’ve decided to go all the way.”
Hua Xiaobo said, “Sister, can you teach me a lesson when we get back? You’ve vented enough, at least consider my feelings, right? I’m about to become a father, not a child anymore.” Hua Xiaoqian said
, “No matter what you become, I’m still older than you.”
Ouyang Zhen advised, “Qian’er, let your brother go!”
Hua Xiaoqian angrily released Hua Xiaobo’s ear, and Hua Xiaobo covered his left ear, saying, “Sister, why are you so polite to others, but so rude to your own brother? Second Sister is usually spoiled, but she rarely hits me. At most, she just glares at me. Can’t you learn from Second Sister? I’m scared when she glares at me, but you always make me beg for mercy. I swear in my next life I’ll be a big shot, and see who dares to pull my ear!” Suddenly, he felt a tightness and pain in his right ear and cried out, “Who pulled my ear again?”
"If there's a next life, I'll never be fooled by you again. No matter what big shot you become, I'll never let you off the hook in this life." That was Chunshui's voice.
Hua Xiaobo cried out, "Wow, Sister Chunshui, how could you say that? You were the one who seduced me first! Ouch, that hurts! I was wrong, Sister Chunshui, I lied to you. I won't do it again. Let go of me." He reached for Chunshui's hand, thinking bitterly, "Damn it, this woman doesn't give me any face in public. Tonight, I'll definitely keep her in suspense until she begs me to be her brother so I can be rough with her—wait, no, she's carrying my child. I can't be rough. What should I do?
" "Huang Xiping, you son of a bitch, get out here!"
A long shout came from the entrance of the mental hospital, breaking Hua Xiaobo's smug mood. Although the words were in the Central Plains dialect, they sounded very harsh.
Hearing this, everyone stood up and fell silent for a moment.
Dani, who had been silent until now, said, "That's a Japanese accent."
Dugu Ba sighed, "They're here."
Du Qingfeng calmly said, "Dani, go and call Si Gou out. Xiao Bo, inform your brother-in-law. This grudge should be settled by the two of them. You two go out first. I'll go see Jingying and then come out."
"No need, I'm already out." Leng Jingying was helped into the hall by Dugu Xue, with You Zui and Xiao Yue beside her. She originally intended to go to You Zui's room, but on the way, she met You Zui and his wife and learned that Xi Ping and Chun Die were alone together. She changed her mind and prepared to go out into the hall for a while. Unexpectedly, she heard shouts and curses coming from outside the gate.
She gritted her teeth and said hatefully, "It's them!"
Du Qingfeng led the group to the entrance of the mental hospital. His eyes were almost spitting blood. Although Leng Jingying was the Butterfly Lady, who was despised by everyone in the righteous martial arts world, she was also the mother of his daughter. And it was this group of disgusting men who had raped Leng Jingying's Butterfly Gate. How could he not be furious? " Dare to step on the den of iniquity of Du Qingfeng's woman? Isn't
that disrespecting old man Du?" the young man in the lead asked.
Leng Jingying only realized after coming out that this group of Japanese was half again as many as last time, about a hundred or so. Among them was a rather beautiful young woman. The young man beside her was someone Leng Jingying had never seen before, but she could sense that he was even more powerful than the village folk, probably a master on par with Yang Longjun's brother. It seemed there would be another bloody battle at the madhouse today. However, Leng Jingying wasn't afraid—this madhouse might lack other things, but it had a ton of fighting talent. Unlike her Butterfly Sect, which was only superior in bed, these people in the madhouse weren't afraid of anyone, no matter where they were. Some of them possessed skin thicker than the earth, courage greater than the sky, and strength second to none.
"I knew you would come looking for me. Your courage is truly admirable. In the Central Plains, few dare to run wild in Dragon City," Leng Jingying said calmly.
The leading youth said, "Is that so? Too bad, I'm not from the Central Plains!"
Yang Longjun's younger brother, standing to the left of the youth, shouted, "Where's Huang Xiping?"
Huang Dahai stepped forward, his face contorted with rage, drew his sword, pointed it at him, and said in a deep voice, "Keep your voice down!"
Yang Longjun's younger brother laughed wildly, "Your...you...Huang Xiping? Your...you...who killed my...cough—brother?"
Dugu Ming said, "Please learn to speak properly before showing yourself in the world. It's not hard for you to talk, but it's hard for me to listen." He was a master of speech; how could he see someone pausing even to speak? And yet he dared to shout like that!
Huang Dahai said, "Huang Xiping is my brother, so what? Come at me if you have a problem, I'll take it all!"
"Me too!" it seemed many people said in unison.
Lei Long, Dugu Ming, Zhao Zihao, and You Zui all stepped forward, standing side by side with Huang Dahai, and the others followed suit.
A series of sword clashes ensued as both sides drew their weapons.
"Get out of the way, or don't blame me for sneaking up on you from behind! Damn it, a good dog shouldn't block its master's way!"
Zhao Ziwei shouted from behind the Japanese, followed by two screams. Two Japanese were thrown out from behind the Japanese, one in each hand, by Brother Wei.
When the Japanese turned around, they only saw their two accomplices, who had been thrown far away, lying motionless on the ground, but Zhao Ziwei was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, they heard him say, "I'm already in front of you! What a bunch of idiots! Almost all of you are so short, thinking you could block our light-footed skills. I stomped over your heads before I even put up a fight. Haha, Dugu Ming, I've already said too much nonsense. That's your forte, so you should do the talking—where are the other three?"
Lei Long said, "Xiao Bo went to call Xi Ping, and Si Gou hasn't come out yet."
Dugu Ming said, "Weren't you chasing after Meng Xiang?"
Zhao Ziwei laughed, "I followed them for half a street, and they were turning back when they ran into this pack of dogs blocking their way. They're watching from behind these dogs to see how we kill them."
"Shut up!" the leader's sister shouted.
"Huh, I didn't expect there to be such a beautiful bitch among the pack. Dugu Ming, I heard you ate dog whip, I'll let you deal with her later." Zhao Ziwei put a hand on Dugu Ming's shoulder, ignoring the Japanese man's anger.
The girl wanted to rush over and fight Zhao Ziwei, but her brother held her back, saying, "Let all their men come out and finish them off."
Dugu Ming looked at the two siblings, turned around and chuckled, "Why me? Xiao Bo has eaten more than me, he should go. You know I only know how to cherish women, unlike them, they don't even spare women. And some of the women they killed had been intimate with me. What do you think I should do?"
Zhao Ziwei said, "After they come out, you'll know what to do without me telling you. It's actually very simple, isn't it?"
"Well said!" Dugu Ming laughed nonchalantly. His carefree attitude contrasted sharply with Zhao Ziwei's cheerfulness, yet the two tall men standing together possessed an indescribable harmony. No one could imagine that not long ago they were rivals for love.
The two young women in the group stared at the five tall young men before them, then at the men beside them, unable to believe that such a popular combination existed—Lei Long's elegance, Zhao Zihao's boldness, Huang Dahai's melancholy, Dugu Ming's dashing charm, and Zhao Ziwei's cheerfulness, coupled with their tall stature and handsome faces, gave them an immense allure that captivated women. Even they, as rivals, couldn't help but marvel! In fact, if the sunny boy Hua Xiaobo and the burly Si Gou were added, their astonishment would likely be even greater.
Standing behind them, Du Qingfeng, Hua Chukai, and Huang Yang watched the five men's backs, filled with mixed emotions.
Huang Yang said, "They remind me of our youth."
Du Qingfeng said, "I remember you weren't this heroic back then. You were just a nobody, and Chu Kai, you were about the same. It was me, Jie Ying, and Xu Piaoran who risked their lives."
Hua Chu Kai angrily said, "Du Qingfeng, pay back the money!" Really, how dare they not give Hua Chu Kai face in front of so many juniors?
Du Qingfeng laughed, "Is there any protection money to pay back, huh?"
Hua Chu Kai rolled his eyes and said, "You'll be the one risking your life later."
Du Qingfeng said, "There's no need for this old man to take action. These young people have grown up. They will be even more glorious than our generation. Chu Kai, do you still remember the glory of our ancestors?"
Hua Chu Kai solemnly stared at Du Qingfeng, then suddenly nodded and said nothing more.
The Japanese who could understand the Central Plains dialect were almost driven half to death by the group of people in front of them. They had never seen such people before, chatting and laughing in front of a powerful enemy, as if they didn't exist. This was an insult to them, a heavy blow to their spirits!
The leading youth coldly said, "You seem unaware that death is imminent?"
Zhao Ziwei and Dugu Ming exchanged glances, then suddenly burst into wild laughter. At the same time, their swords were drawn!
"I only know death—" This was Si Gou's cold, unfinished shout.
Hua Xiaobo's voice finished the sentence: "It has already descended upon your heads!"
Everyone turned around in surprise and saw the three tall men walking at the front: Xi Ping, Si Gou, and Hua Xiaobo.

Chapter Five: The Poem of Death

Heavy footsteps echoed through the empty corridors of the mental hospital.
Ever since Leng Jingying and the other two women arrived in a sorry state, and Xi Ping learned of the deaths of the five women and the desperate Sanlang, he had remained remarkably calm. Perhaps!
He was rarely this calm; it was just that the flames burning in his chest needed to be sealed with ice. Upon learning of the arrival of his enemies, his suppressed grief and anger erupted from his heart, giving rise to his immense explosive power and fighting strength.
On the wolf trail, facing hundreds of wolves, he unleashed his full power—then to protect Xiaoyue, now for revenge, and the one he would face was—humanity!
He understood Chundie's worries; this lovely little butterfly didn't want his hands stained with blood. But someone had already drained his women's blood; who could he ask for it back?
As for the five women, perhaps he couldn't call it love, but there was certainly affection. They changed for him, sacrificed for him, and always awaited his return. For that alone, he should repay them, especially since they had died because of him.
He had a good impression of Pinming Sanlang; moreover, Leng Rubing had once unintentionally mentioned that Pinming Sanlang was actually her three adoptive fathers, and now they too had died tragically because of him.
In this world, it's not only the deaths of heroes that can evoke fear.
Xiping firmly believed that the sacrifices of the five women and Pinming Sanlang must be repaid with the blood of their enemies.
Although each of the three daring men had avenged themselves, he learned from Leng Jingying's account that the daring men still hoped he would
seek revenge again before they died. The daring men were not benevolent; they wanted more than just the principal, they wanted interest.
Many times, Xi Ping himself firmly believed he wasn't a good person. Others might not know, but he knew it himself; at times, he was even afraid of himself.
He stepped heavily onto the stone-paved corridor and entered the hall, when suddenly Si Gou exclaimed, "Xi Ping?!"
At the same time, women in the hall cried out in surprise.
They saw the changed Xi Ping, like a maddened wild beast.
Xi Ping stopped, looking at the five people—Si Gou and Dai Ni in front, Ye Lai Xiang and Zhao Zi Qing supporting Yu Die.
Si Gou sighed, "I've never seen you like this before. You almost scared me to death."
Xi Ping said in a deep voice, "They killed my woman!"
"Hmm, I understand!" Si Gou nodded, then suddenly asked, "Are you just going out like this? Where's your knife?"
Zhao Ziqing said, "Xiao Bo always carries Xi Ping's knife."
Dai Ni also said, "Xiao Bo didn't come out; he probably went to get the knife."
"It's not just a knife that can kill. A knife is for making moves. The ultimate weapon for killing is the human heart." Xi Ping stared at Dai Ni, the bloodlust in his eyes growing stronger.
Dai Ni shivered and lowered her face, not daring to meet Xi Ping's gaze.
Si Gou said, "Xi Ping, you've frightened my beauty."
The red light in Xi Ping's eyes subsided, and a bewitching smile appeared on his lips. He said, "Hmm, I didn't want to either, but at times like this, I'm never very cute."
"But I think you're the cutest at this moment." This was what Yu Die said, because the hatred in her heart was fermenting—she liked the taste of blood.
Xi Ping smiled wickedly again, put a hand on Si Gou's shoulder, and said, "Let's go! The messengers of hell are complaining that we're dragging our feet."
Si Gou said, "I suddenly realize you speak with a lot of poetry."
"Hmm?"
"The Poem of Death!"
"Two poets have emerged from Huanshan Village! Brother-in-law, wait for me, your knife."
"Take it! I'll show you that the so-called boxing champion is not bragging, just like when I said the Blazing Sun True Blade was the number one blade in the world."
"You saying you're a singing god isn't bragging either, I love the way you sing, brother-in-law, really."
Everyone was shocked. They saw Xi Ping's bloodshot eyes, like two burning iron beads, paired with his swollen, purplish-black face, making him look like a wild beast. Even when he fought with the Blazing Sun True Blade, it was a calm demonic aura, unlike the beastly resurgence he showed now.
Hua Xiaobo rushed over first and whispered in Xiaoyue's ear, "Brother-in-law is going crazy. Chundie wants you to stop him."
This wasn't the first time Xiaoyue had seen Xiping like this. Back in the Wolf Path, Xiping was even more terrifying than he was now. Because Xiping had become like this for her sake, she especially loved her older brother. She said, "Sister shouldn't stop brother, don't you know?"
Hua Xiaobo said, "I'm just relaying the message. As for what you do, I can't control that."
Xiaoyue walked up to Xiping and said, "Brother—" "
Yue'er, move aside, brother is going to kill someone." Xiping pulled Xiaoyue aside and continued walking.
Wang Yufen stared at Xiping, when she suddenly heard Chunyan beside her say, "Brother Yang, what Miss was worried about has finally happened."
Huang Yang sighed, "What's meant to happen will happen."
Du Qingfeng stared at Xiping for a while, then lowered his head in thought.
Huang Dahai looked at Xiping approaching and said, "Brother, we've been waiting for you for a long time."
He moved aside, making room for Xiping and Sigou to pass through and stand in front of the five men.
Sigou thrust his golden spear into the ground and shouted, "Who are Masamune and Murano, you sons of bitches, step forward!"
The two men on the right of the seven Japanese men in the front row stepped forward. One looked to be around twenty, and the other looked to be over thirty.
The former was Murano. His thin face wasn't unattractive, but his cold eyes made his face look cold, with a cruel undertone. He said coldly, "Murano!"
The other one was Masamune. He was a sturdy man of medium height, with a stern face, holding a samurai sword in his hand, staring intently at Sigou.
Sigou said in a deep voice, "So it was you two who killed the Five Princesses?"
Zhengzong said, "That's right, we killed those five women."
"You'll die first!" A cold voice came from Xiping's mouth, a very soft tone, yet it made everyone present tremble.
The young man who was the leader of the Japanese asked, "Who are you?"
Xiping said, "I am the person you are looking for."
The young man's sister said suspiciously, "I heard that Huang Xiping is a handsome man, how dare you impersonate him with your appearance?"
Xiping answered irrelevantly, "What's your name?"
"Miyukiko!"
"Beautiful, yes, but I don't know what's good for you, and you're not a good girl!" After Xiping finished speaking, Miyukiko was about to retort, but she heard Xiping suddenly shout, "It was you, little brat, who injured my mother-in-law, huh! Wasn't that right?"
Miyukiko was stunned for a moment, and after calming down, she said, "So what if I was?"
Xiping ignored her and turned to stare at Zhengzong and Murano, his eyes shooting out a bloodthirsty light!
He slowly walked towards the two men. Yang Longjun's younger brother floated up and blocked his path, shouting, "You're Huang Xiping?"
There was no answer. Xiping continued to advance, and Yang Longjun's younger brother, intimidated by his imposing manner, unconsciously retreated.
Si Gou said, "You look a lot like Yang Longjun. You must be Yang Longjun's younger brother! May I ask your name?"
"Zhi Cangjun."
"Hemorrhoids? You'd better get out of the way! Don't infect us. It's a scourge to the world to have someone like you alive!" Si Gou sighed.
Zhi Cang drew his sword from behind his back with his right hand, pointing it at Si Gou.
Si Gou smiled, pulled the sword away with his gun, and said, "Your dead brother wasn't someone I saw off. Go ask him for his last words!"
"You, kill him, kill you!" Zhi Cang pointed the sword at Xiping's forehead and shouted, "Make your move! I don't kill those who don't resist."
Hua Xiaobo said, "Brother-in-law, the sword!"
"Take your lousy sword away! I've lost my patience!" Xiping roared.
Jikura blinked twice, his sword trembling slightly before still pointing at Kihei.
Kihei's eyes flashed with even more bloodlust, his robes billowing.
"Jikura-kun, come back. Let Masamune and Murano deal with them."
Jikura glanced back at the leading youth, sheathed his sword, and stood beside him, gritting his teeth. "Your Highness, I want to kill him myself."
"What difference does it make who kills him?"
They spoke in Japanese, which Kihei and the others couldn't understand.
Kihei walked up to Murano, his bloodshot eyes fixed on him.
Shigou, however, stood before Masamune, his expression changing, and said with a grin, "How about we have a friendly duel?"
Masamune looked puzzled, not understanding Shigou's words.
Si Gou continued laughing, "Before we start fighting, shall we shake hands?"
He extended his left hand. Zhengzong looked at him, then back at his master. The young leader nodded, and Zhengzong extended his left hand to shake Si Gou's. Suddenly, he felt an extreme pain in his hand—
"You have no chance!"
Just as Zhengzong was about to swing his sword to strike Si Gou, Si Gou's golden spear shot into the sky with a golden light. His figure flashed behind Zhengzong, and his free right hand gripped Zhengzong's right wrist, rendering Zhengzong unable to move for a moment.
"You bastard, you ambushed me!"
"I forgot to tell you something, I am the most brilliant leader of the Beggars' Sect."
A golden light descended from the sky, piercing straight for Masamune's crown. Murano, standing beside Masamune, was shocked and raised his knife to strike the four dogs—
a sudden clap of thunder, and Xiping's clothes on his right arm ripped apart. His powerful fist struck Murano's right wrist, the one holding the knife, in the instant Murano moved. A scream rang out as Murano's hand and the hilt of the knife shattered simultaneously, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
Murano endured the pain and threw a punch, his left fist hooking fiercely towards Xiping's temple.
Xiping suddenly lowered his waist, Murano's fist sliding past his head. In an instant, Xiping grabbed his waist and threw him three steps away. Before Murano could react, Xiping was already kneeling on his chest, his fist slamming down on his head with unparalleled speed—
this punch, without the accompaniment of thunder.
Only the venting of bestiality!
"Bang!" The fist collided with Murano's head!
White brain matter!
Crimson blood!
It mingled with the blood and exploded from the villager's head!
A gasp rang out!
The Japanese drew their swords and charged towards Xiping and Sigou, the people at the asylum gates meeting them head-on. A battle instantly erupted.
But Xiping seemed oblivious, his fists relentlessly striking the villager's shattered skull. There was no longer a complete skull;
only a deep, gaping crater remained. His
relentless, powerful fists continued to pound into that crater.
From afar, Mengxiang and Baoyue watched the fighting and Xiping's frenzied state. Baoyue said, "Sister, I want to go see him." Tears streamed down her face; she could always feel Xiping's pain.
Mengxiang grabbed Baoyue and said, "Don't go. He recognized people just now, but he's probably lost his mind now. In that room, when his fist hit me, there was thunder, but his eyes were normal, unlike today's blood red. He's like a mad beast now, devoid of humanity. Strangely, when he punched me, his clothes were shattered along with the thunder, but why was only his right sleeve shattered just now?"
Baoyue finally understood why there was a clap of thunder when Xiping and Mengxiang were in that room, and she also finally understood why Xiping had come out naked.
"Sister, aren't we going to help?"
Mengxiang said, "No need. The experts among the Japanese haven't even made a move yet. Although they have more people than the four major martial arts families, it's not enough. Besides, Dugu Ba, Du Qingfeng, and the women like Wang Yufen haven't made a move either. What are we worried about? If the four major martial arts families were afraid of these Japanese, they wouldn't have come out like this. You know, in Longcheng, the four major martial arts families have at least three hundred people, and Dugu Ba has brought no less than a hundred martial arts disciples. Add to that the Beggar Clan's thousands of people, and they could easily crush these hundred-odd Japanese. And yet they haven't even sent any of their men, which shows they don't take these hundred-odd Japanese seriously. None of the people in this madhouse are easy to deal with."
Just then, several screams rang out: "Ah—!"
"Big Brother!"
Suddenly, an unknown girl from the Japanese crowd appeared behind Xiping, raising her knife to stab him in the back—
too late for anyone to intervene!
Xiaoyue, oblivious to being surrounded, leaped towards the girl.
But the knife was already embedded in Xiping's back. The girl froze, unable to thrust any further; the powerful recoil nearly knocked the knife from her hand.
Xiping whirled around, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the girl, roaring as he grabbed the knife tip. Simultaneously, Xiaoyue's sword thrust towards the girl's back. The girl, startled, swiftly flicked her left hand, sending a shuriken striking Xiaoyue's right arm. Xiaoyue cried out in pain, her internal energy severed, and she collapsed to the ground.
"Overestimating yourself—ah!" the girl exclaimed.
As she turned around, Xiping pulled the sword from her back, the tip of the blade protruding from her hand. She felt a sharp pain in her hand; the katana was gone and in Xiping's. In the same instant, a tall figure blocked her path. A flash of light, and to her astonishment, Xiping laughed wildly, his sword slicing into her slender, white neck. In an instant, blood spurted into the sky, and the girl's head was severed from her body!
Xiping swung his right hand, throwing the sword far away. He grabbed the girl's still-falling corpse with both hands, grasping her headless arms. With a scream, he spread his arms to the sides, and the girl's hands, like her head, were separated from her body.
"Eiko!" The young man who had been standing beside the girl drew his sword and lunged at Xiping.
"Yamamoto, come back!" Miyukiko cried out in alarm.
But the young man's sword was already descending on Xiping's head. At that moment, Xiping's eyes flashed red, his face instantly turning deathly pale, radiating a chilling aura. With a roar, fueled by the instinctive reaction of a wild beast, he darted forward, striking first and grabbing Yamamoto's feet as he lunged at him with a sword raised. But Yamamoto's momentum remained undiminished; the contrasting forces of their attacks caused Yamamoto's body to crack and scream in agony. Before he could even parry, Xiping flung him forward, slamming him against the wall of the mental hospital, his head shattered and bleeding profusely—he died instantly!
"You beast, I'll kill you!" Miyuki cried, charging at the crazed Xiping with her sword raised.
The young leader's face paled. He leaped and grabbed Miyuki, shouting, "Chikura-kun, lead the men and kill him!"
At his command, many Japanese, disregarding their own lives, charged towards Xiping with their swords drawn!
Du Qingfeng shouted, "Stop them!"
Before the people at the asylum could even react, Xi Ping had already charged into the Japanese crowd. Then, with screams of agony, limbs and organs rained down on the ground like a shower of petals.
A bloodbath!
Blood like the setting sun!
"Wait! Don't go any further! Lei Long, retreat, quickly!" Du Qingfeng cried out in alarm.
At this moment, Xi Ping was in the crowd, grabbing and tearing at anyone he saw. The Japanese knives slashing at him couldn't stop him; almost every punch he threw caused someone's head to explode. Only now did Du Qingfeng understand why the wolves in the Wolf Path had been slaughtered like wild beasts—this scene was truly terrifying!
"Everyone retreat!" The young leader of the Japanese also gave the order to retreat.
The crowd scattered rapidly, and a flower-like shadow suddenly drifted down onto the empty ground.
"Miyukiko!"
It was Miyukiko who, after her brother released her, lunged at Xiping again alone. Just as her sword was about to pierce Xiping's chest, Xiping forcefully slapped the sword out of her hand with his left palm, and his right fist struck straight at her face—
"Huang Xiping, that's enough!" Mengxiang's delicate shout rang out beside Miyukiko. Miyukiko's entire body was thrown backward by Mengxiang in time, while Xiping's left claw suddenly extended and grabbed Mengxiang's right arm.
"Xiping, no!" Baoyue cried out in alarm.
But Xiping couldn't hear her; his right fist powerfully struck straight at Mengxiang's face.
The entire audience held their breath, and then—

Chapter Six: The Battle of Xiping and Mengxiang.

With a "boom," the wall collapsed and people flew through the air. Xiping's massive body crashed into the tables and chairs in the room, shattering everything in sight.
Mengxiang followed. Before Xiping could even get up, Mengxiang's sword was already piercing his chest. He groaned, glaring at Mengxiang, then looked down at the tip of the sword embedded in his chest.
He could feel the sword almost piercing his heart!
Mengxiang was even more shocked. She estimated her sword would at least pierce Xiping's chest and back, but it only went in a little bit before stopping. The moment her sword touched Xiping's muscle, she felt an incredibly powerful recoil.
This scoundrel's internal energy was so powerful!
Without hesitation, Mengxiang withdrew her sword. The instant blood gushed out, her sword slashed at other parts of Xiping's body. But to her astonishment, the bleeding from his chest, which had been gushing blood, quickly stopped. The same was true for Xiping's other wounds; they all stopped bleeding at an astonishing speed.
Her sword mercilessly struck Xiping, who cried out in pain as his wounds multiplied.
He never imagined Mengxiang could be so ruthless. He had only embraced her a moment ago, yet now she was determined to kill him.
The sword was merciless, leaving him covered in wounds!
In her extreme rage, Mengxiang disregarded Xiping's life or death. She already harbored resentment towards Xiping, and now, having never been touched by a man before, she was being forcibly hugged and molested in public by this man she despised. How could she let this go so easily? The fact
that Baoyue had been taken by him already made her extremely uncomfortable. Baoyue and she were sisters who had grown up together. Mengxiang never expected that Baoyue would fall in love with this shameless man. Didn't Baoyue remember his repeated harassment?
Did Baoyue enjoy his harassment?
But she, Mengxiang, absolutely did not like it, and would absolutely not allow any man to be so disrespectful!
From childhood to adulthood, her pure and delicate body had never been touched by a man. She didn't hate men like Leng Rubing did; it was just that in her mind, her incredibly pure and precious body should never be given to those vile men. She could interact and talk with men, but she would not allow any contact with them.
This was a belief she had formed from a young age. In the woman-only Bright Moon Peak, this belief held true and persisted. However, from the moment she entered the martial world—that is, when she headed to the Martial Arts Sect—she encountered many men along the way. She understood that living in this world without encountering men was impossible, unless all the men in the world died—which was even more impossible.
When she was ten years old, and Baoyue was only nine, Mengxiang teased them that they would grow up, get married, and separate. The two girls made a promise, which formed between them.
It may have been just an innocent childhood joke, but both Mengxiang and Baoyue remembered it.
Yes, if a promise meant nothing, then what about the sisterly bond she and Baoyue had built from childhood?
Clinging to celibacy was an extreme ideology that gradually formed in her after she became aware of things. This was a long-standing principle of Mingyue Peak. Many of the female disciples on Mingyue Peak were considered pure-hearted people who practiced with their hair intact. Growing up in this environment, it was impossible for her and Baoyue not to be influenced. However, Baoyue's inner peace was shattered by a rogue, which was something she had never expected. She did not regret her past promise, but how could she accept that the man Baoyue loved was such a useless rogue?
In a fit of rage, she stabbed, slashed, and hacked at the man on the ground with her sword, and Xiping did not resist. With each sword strike, he cried out in pain, and the light in his eyes gradually intensified, revealing his classic demonic charm.
Mengxiang met his gaze, a flicker of fear crossing her face. She thrust her sword towards his eye, but Xiping tilted his head, grabbing a broken wooden stick from a chair and striking Mengxiang's sword with it. Caught off guard, Mengxiang's sword was knocked away by the force of the blow. When she realized what had happened, Xiping pounced on her with unimaginable speed, tackling her to the ground. She knew she couldn't escape this time.
She knew Xiping's brute strength, but she hadn't known he could possess such speed. She had sent him flying into the room with a single blow, crashing into the thick wall unharmed. She shouldn't have underestimated him, but his cowardly demeanor made her think he was utterly incapable of fighting back—unless he held her, he was nothing to fear.
However, now—it seemed this man wasn't as simple as he appeared, seemingly unharmed after crashing into the wall and enduring countless sword wounds from her. If an ordinary person had taken a blow from her furious palm, they would have lost ten lives, yet he remained alive. She had used almost half her strength when she struck with her sword, yet she still couldn't penetrate his body much. Was he indestructible?
In this Dragon City, only Luo Jin truly cultivated an indestructible body; how could this scoundrel possibly possess it?
How could she have imagined that Xi Ping had once consumed the inner core of the Fiery Cloud Lion-Tiger? This Fiery Cloud Lion-Tiger was an extremely yang creature, and its skin-like blades were difficult to pierce. While practicing the Wolf Path, he unleashed his potential, thereby activating the power of his inner core from his blood. Combined with his cultivation of the "Heaven and Earth Heart Sutra," which, while granting extreme offensive power to a specific part of his body, provided for the rest, his entire body was imbued with powerful defensive capabilities. This yin-yang energy flowed automatically throughout his body, possessing no offensive power, yet rarely harming him. Unless attacked by a master like Meng Xiang, he remained unscathed, like when Dugu Xuejian severed his genitals—for others, the genitals were the weakest point, but for Xi Ping, who had practiced the Heaven and Earth Heart Sutra, it was his strongest point.
Alas! Fate is cruel.
At this moment, Xi Ping's demonic nature was awakened, while Meng Xiang, having easily defeated him, disregarded him, attacking him haphazardly. Unexpectedly, Xi Ping seized the opportunity to counterattack, and succeeded!
She was filled with regret, but it was too late. She could only let Xi Ping pin her to the ground, her dreamlike eyes staring in terror at the utterly malevolent Xi Ping.
This man on top of her, at this moment, made her tremble.
Xi Ping chuckled evilly, "You missed your best opportunity. Unfortunately, this time I won't let you go easily."
"Kill me if you want, stop talking nonsense," Meng Xiang's voice was still very pleasant.
Xi Ping said, "If you agree to Bao Yue come with me, I'll let you go."
Meng Xiang retorted angrily, "Absolutely not!"
Xi Ping said wickedly, "Believe it or not, I'll rape you right here and now?"
"Huang Xi Ping, you're dead!"
With Meng Xiang's shout, the broken stick in her hand slammed heavily onto Xi Ping's head.
"Bang!"
"Boom!"
When the broken stick in Meng Xiang's hand struck Xi Ping's skull, a thunderous sound rang out, clothes flew everywhere, the stick broke again, but Xi Ping's skull remained intact. She stared at Xi Ping in disbelief, her eyes filled not only with surprise but also with unspeakable terror.
Xi Ping's eyes flashed with an intense demonic light. He swung his right fist, a scorching wind accompanying the blow, aiming straight for Meng Xiang's face. Meng Xiang instinctively turned her head, the powerful force of the punch blowing away the veil covering her face, and the fist abruptly stopped.
Meng Xiang straightened her face, looking up at the strange-looking Xi Ping.
Only then did she realize that her veil had been blown away. Xi Ping's fist was almost touching Meng Xiang's fair skin. He stared at Meng Xiang's face, which was as beautiful as a snow-capped mountain and the moon. Among the women he had ever seen, in terms of facial beauty alone, perhaps only Shui Jieqiu and the girl from the Jade Serpent Sect could rival Meng Xiang. But it wasn't Meng Xiang's beauty that shocked him; rather, it was the dreamlike quality in her eyes and the ethereal quality of her entire face that gave this stunningly beautiful woman a dreamlike quality, seemingly both incredibly real and incredibly ethereal. Lost in this thought of reality and illusion, his fist trembled incessantly.
Baoyue and Mengxiang, two stunningly beautiful women, with Mengxiang possessing a more captivating charm, yet both women's auras delivered a profound impact on Xiping's soul. Baoyue's pure innocence and Mengxiang's ethereal beauty were stark contrasts, and the fact that they were together seemed to serve as a testament to the grandeur of contradiction.
Xiping's clenched fist suddenly loosened, his hand gently caressing Mengxiang's face, feeling her delicate body tremble slightly.
"Huang Xiping, kill me!" Mengxiang pleaded in a trembling voice, not wanting Xiping to take liberties with her.
Xiping sighed, "I can't bring myself to do it."
Mengxiang remained silent.
Xiping brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, then leaned down to kiss her. Mengxiang tried to pull away, but his hands held her face firmly, allowing her to receive his gentle kiss. In this tense situation, after the recent battle, this tender kiss filled Mengxiang with both anger and profound shock.
"Indeed fragrant, a dreamlike fragrance. You are the most fragrant dream of my life, Huang Xiping. Whether you want it or not, I swear here and now that I will never lay a hand on you in this life, nor will I allow anyone to harm you!"
"Huang Xiping, I will not only kill you, but also castrate you! You lecherous fiend, how dare you assault me?"
The demonic glint in Xiping's eyes had vanished, replaced by a calm smile. He released Mengxiang, and just as he was about to stand up, Mengxiang struck him in the chest with all her might, causing his already stopped bleeding chest to gush blood again. His massive body crashed into another large table, shattering it, and then, still momentum building, slammed into another wall, collapsing it. His momentum dissipated, and he fell to the foot of the wall, lying motionless.
Mengxiang stood up, looking at the lifeless Xiping on the ground in astonishment, and murmured, "So powerful just now, could he really be dead with just one kick?"
She took a few steps, picked up the sword from the ground, and walked towards Xiping.
"Whether you're faking your death or just playing dead, I'll make sure you can't molest a woman, you bastard pervert, you're always causing trouble!" Mengxiang said, thrusting her sword straight at Xiping's genitals, but it wouldn't penetrate. She crouched down, looking at his erect penis, her face flushed, muttering to herself, "How could this be?"
She reached out and touched Xiping's nose; he wasn't breathing. She withdrew her hand, intending to place it on his chest, but seeing the blood, she frowned, stood up, picked up her veil, and put it back on, revealing only her dreamlike eyes. She didn't look at Xiping on the ground anymore, and walked straight towards the hole in the wall.
Just then, Xiping, lying on the ground behind her, suddenly opened his eyes, a faint, wicked smile spreading across them.
An eternal, bewitching smile!

Chapter Seven: The Return of Bestiality

Xi Ping's fist was almost touching Meng Xiang's face. Unable to break free, the powerful gust of wind from the punch lifted her veil, revealing half of her proud and beautiful face. The crowd gasped. Xi Ping's fist froze in mid-air, trembling. His
blood-red eyes flashed!
The air seemed to freeze.
Time seemed to leap.
Meng Xiang raised her left hand and pulled off her veil. All the men's eyes turned to her face, utterly astonished!
Meng Xiang's dreamlike voice rang out: "Do you still remember your vow?"
Xi Ping's blood-red eyes gradually faded, slowly returning to black and white. He stared at Meng Xiang, his fist hanging limply, and he leaned weakly against Meng Xiang's chest, wailing loudly.
Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.
Hua Xiaobo thought: So, it wasn't just Xiao Yue who could stop Xi Ping's madness; there was also Meng Xiang.
He didn't know that if it weren't for the fleeting moment when Mengxiang's veil fluttered, reminiscent of the brief encounter between Xiping and Mengxiang in that room, stirring up an indelible memory deep within Xiping's soul, Mengxiang would likely have perished long ago.
Although the fight was over, the scene still evoked fear.
Miyukiko, getting up from the ground, raised her knife to kill Xiping again, but her brother forcibly pulled her back. She cried out, "I want revenge for Yamamoto!"
This was spoken in Japanese, which most of those present couldn't understand, but they could guess that she had an unusual relationship with Yamamoto, and that Yamamoto seemed to have some kind of intimate relationship with the girl Xiping had killed.
The leading youth said in Manchu, "Revenge must be taken, but not now."
Xiping had stopped crying and leaned against Mengxiang's chest. Mengxiang's hands hung limply, unsure whether to hold him or push him away. After a moment's thought, she pushed Xiping away slightly, seeing his blood-stained face, his eyes tightly closed—he was asleep. He slept soundly, as fragile as a child. Even with the blood of many people on his face, he still looked so peaceful. The blood made his face appear even redder, like a drunken Red Boy.
Her heart softened, and she released the pressure in her hand, letting Xi Ping's tall body lean against the softness of her chest. She softly murmured, "He's asleep."
Suddenly, Zhi Cang spoke to the leading youth in Japanese, "Your Highness, this man has the blood of a wild beast within him. Once his wild nature is unleashed, he loses his reason, and that's why he suddenly became extremely powerful. But he also has a weakness. Once his wild nature ceases, because unleashing his potential depletes his energy, he needs to sleep for a period of time to recover. Now is the best time to kill him. If we wait, we may never be able to kill him."
The youth pondered, then suddenly said, " "Will his beastly nature erupt at any moment?"
Zhi Cang said, "The chance of it erupting is very small. Generally speaking, it only erupts in extreme anger or extreme danger."
The young man said, "That doesn't mean there's no chance to kill him. If we act now, we might not be able to defeat these people."
Zhi Cang said fiercely, "Even if it costs us our lives, we must kill Huang Xiping first. We absolutely cannot wait for him to wake up!"
The two were talking in Japanese, which no one except the Japanese could understand. But seeing Zhi Cang's wolf-like eyes fixed on Xiping on Meng Xiang's body, the four major martial arts families were also on guard against the Japanese's attack. After all, Xiping had killed many Japanese, and they would not let it go.
Zhi Cang, like Yang Longjun, was probably a ninja. No one expected his figure to suddenly disappear. Just as everyone was surprised, they heard a "thud," and Zhi Cang's figure was knocked back by a snow-white palm strike from Meng Xiang. He stared at Meng Xiang with a pale face, never expecting that this woman could see through his invisibility technique and block it.
Mengxiang's beautiful eyes flashed with a sharp light, fixing on Zhicang, and she coldly said, "If you want to kill him, wait until he wakes up. While he's still fast asleep in my arms, don't launch a second sneak attack. Get out!"
Zhicang looked at this incomparably beautiful girl, then suddenly floated back to the young man's side, saying in Japanese, "Your Highness, this woman's martial arts are as unparalleled as her beauty."
"Withdraw!" The leading young man shouted, and all the surviving Japanese followed him out of the asylum. They had come in a large group of over a hundred, but left with only about fifty people; almost half of them had perished at Xiping's hands.
This hatred was not only not resolved, but deepened.
The people from the asylum surrounded Mengxiang and Xiping. Chunyan said gratefully, "Thank you!"
Mengxiang said calmly, "No need to thank me, I just didn't want too many people to die at his hands."
"You didn't want my brother-in-law to die at someone else's hands either, did you?" Hua Xiaobo said cleverly, earning a glare from Mengxiang.
Dugu Ming stared at Mengxiang's face, exclaiming, "Miss Mengxiang, you are absolutely gorgeous! I can't believe I've finally seen your face. All my words are inadequate to describe your beauty." This kid, even at a time like this, he still has the mood to praise a woman.
Mengxiang smiled slightly at him, and his eyes immediately lit up with countless stars—he was stunned!
Zhao Ziwei just stared at Mengxiang, grinning foolishly, speechless.
Not to mention these two and Hua Xiaobo, even Lei Long and the others were stunned by Mengxiang's beauty, a shock as immense as Xiping's earlier outburst.
Ignoring everyone's amazement, Mengxiang simply said, "Who will take him?"
Huang Dahai and Lei Long were the first to regain their senses, coming over to support Xiping on either side. Huang Dahai said, "Lei Long, I'll carry my brother back."
With that, he carried Xiping into the mental hospital. You Zui, Du Juan, Shi Rouyun, and Du Mengmeng followed them. Chunyan gave Mengxiang a meaningful look, then, along with Ouyang Zhen, helped Xiaoyue into the mental hospital as well.
Si Gou suddenly said, "Mengxiang, shall I join your ranks of suitors?"
Zhao Ziwei and Zhao Ziqing glared at him fiercely. He laughed loudly, picked up his golden spear, and strode into the mental hospital, saying at the same time, "Wives, let's go back and see Xiping!"
Dai Ni silently led Si Gou's Indian wife inside. Zhao Ziqing, Ye Laixiang, and Yu Die exchanged glances for a moment, then turned and left.
Dugu Ming said to Zhao Ziwei, "I will become your rival in love again." After saying that, he also led his wife back.
Zhao Ziwei shouted at his back, "You will retreat empty-handed again."
"Brother Wei, I think you're out of luck, haha!" Hua Xiaobo said as he fled into the mental hospital. To be honest, Zhao Ziwei's words were loud, but his fists were even bigger. Hua Xiaobo's head wasn't that big. If a punch came and it exploded like those Japanese guys, that would be terrible!
Dugu Ba sighed, "The ultimate successor of Mad Saber Lei Lie, my grandson-in-law is even mader than Mad Saber, haha, Brother Lei really knows how to choose people." He had long forgotten that he had once called Xi Ping a good-for-nothing; old people are always a little forgetful, which is understandable.
Wang Yufen sneered, "I think he's insane."
"I think so too, he's practically no different from a wild beast." This was Hua Xiaoqian, who was next to Zhao Zihao, saying.
Huang Yang said to her, "Qian'er, come to your martial uncle's side."
Hua Xiaoqian walked to Huang Yang's side and said, "Martial Uncle, is there something you need?"
Huang Yang whispered in her ear, "He is your martial uncle's son, Huang Xiping, don't you remember?"
Hua Xiaoqian shook her head.
Huang Yang thought for a moment, then spoke in his softest voice, "No matter how crazy he is, he's the first man in your life, understand?"
Hua Xiaoqian's expression changed drastically as she recalled certain indelible memories etched into her mind. She stared at Huang Yang for a long time before asking, "Uncle-Master, is he your son, Huang Xiping, the little baby?"
Huang Yang nodded, saying heavily, "Now he's your sister's husband. You shouldn't have said that about him. Even if he's crazy, he has his reasons. He was very cute when he was little; you should know that."
"I'm going in to see him. That brat, I'll remember him forever. So young and already bullying people." Hua Xiaoqian turned and left.
Zhao Zihao asked, "Uncle-Master, what did you and Xiaoqian talk about?"
Huang Yang said awkwardly, "We talked about things from a long time ago." He suddenly felt sorry for Zhao Zihao.
Hua Chukai looked at Huang Yang in surprise and said, "You're getting senile."
Huang Yang lowered his head, speechless.
"What happened here?"
It was Lang Wuxin's voice. His arrival with Shui Jieqiu, Shui Xian, and Luo Tu surprised everyone.
Du Qingfeng said, "A group of Japanese are causing trouble."
He briefly explained what had happened, omitting many things that shouldn't be said.
Shui Jieqiu suddenly said, "Shuixian, let's go in and take a look."
Lang Wuxin and Luo Tu ignored them; they were already staring at Mengxiang, their eyes seemingly drawn to her. They recognized her from her figure. Lang Wuxin unconsciously walked up to Mengxiang and said, "Miss Mengxiang, for whom did you remove your veil?"
There was a rule on Mingyue Peak that Moon Maidens usually wore veils when traveling the martial world. If a Moon Maiden voluntarily removed her veil for a particular man, it meant she had decided to marry him. Moon Maidens of Mingyue Peak were generally not allowed to marry men; this began with the sixth generation Moon Maiden, Mengxian, and the wearing of veils also started with Mengxian. When Mengxian put on her veil in front of countless martial artists, she swore an oath: if any man could make her willingly remove her veil, she would marry him; if no one could make her remove her veil again, she would never show her true face. However, until her death, the man she longed for never came to remove her veil. Because of this, before her death, she decreed that the Moon Maiden could not marry. But the eighth Moon Maiden, Meng Qing, did not abide by her dying wish. At a martial arts gathering, she said the same thing as her master.
One wonders if Meng Xiang would do the same?
Meng Xiang put her veil back on and said, "I don't remove my veil for anyone. Even if I did, it wouldn't mean anything. Young Master Lang, you're overthinking it."
Lang Wuxin smiled awkwardly.
Zhao Ziwei said, "Lang Wuxin, you're so boring. Miss Meng Xiang can remove her veil whenever she wants. Are you suggesting she wear a veil forever?"
This Lang Wuxin is clearly trying to steal his food; how could he be happy about that?
Lang Wuxin said, "A Moon Maiden can't just take off her veil when she's out in public. Don't you even know that basic common sense? Of course, if Mengxiang is no longer a Moon Maiden, she naturally doesn't need to wear a veil, just like Mengqing now, she doesn't wear one."
Zhao Ziwei said, "Then why did Mengxiang wear a veil when she first debuted, before she was a Moon Maiden?"
Lang Wuxin said, "She was a prospective Moon Maiden, of course she wore one."
Zhao Ziwei was unconvinced and said, "What about Baoyue?"
Lang Wuxin was taken aback and said, "She likes it herself, who can tell her what to do?"
"Exactly," Zhao Ziwei said smugly, "They can wear it whenever they want, whenever they want, what's it to you? Your question was really unnecessary!"
Mengxiang, who are you taking off your veil for—damn it, disgusting! The Second Young Master Zhao vomited inwardly.
"What happened here?" It was that same question again, so annoying.
Everyone looked over and saw a man who looked like a constable leading dozens of soldiers.
Luo Tu said, "A bunch of Japanese devils came here to cause trouble, but we chased them away."
The head constable recognized Luo Tu, and looking at the dead men dressed in foreign clothes on the ground, he shouted, "Damn it, those Japanese devils dared to run wild in the Central Plains! Good riddance! Hey, Young Master Luo, why didn't you inform us sooner so that we, the defenders of our motherland, could also lend a hand?"
Luo Tu laughed, "I know you're all busy, I didn't dare disturb you."
The head constable laughed, "Not at all, not at all, serving the country is our duty. Brothers, drag these things out and feed them to the dogs. Damn it, those dogs in the manor are in heat these days and need a lot of food to satisfy their lust. This stuff is perfect. Those sons of bitches, what are they? Running to my territory and daring to be arrogant, they're doomed!" I haven't even made a move yet!
Meng Xiang frowned and said, "Meng Xiang takes her leave."
Du Qingfeng said, "Thank you for your help today."
"Bao Yue, let's go!" Meng Xiang turned and took a step.
Baoyue glanced inside the mental hospital, sighed, and then caught up with Mengxiang.
The two women walked side by side away from the mental hospital. As they walked, Baoyue said, "Sister, I was so afraid he would kill you."
Mengxiang said, "He wouldn't dare."
Baoyue said, "But he had already lost his mind then."
Mengxiang said, "You can't explain that to me. Anyway, no matter what, he wouldn't hit me. His reason was overwhelmed by the fact that his woman was killed. I didn't expect him to be so angry. Baoyue, are you afraid of him?"
Baoyue said, "I'm not afraid of him. He would never hurt me."
Mengxiang suddenly said quietly, "If we are hurt by someone, will he also go crazy?"
Baoyue innocently asked, "Sister, who would hurt us?"
Mengxiang answered irrelevantly, " "After all, she's not his woman!"
Baoyue said, "Sister, why did his punch on that person's wrist burn the entire wrist, but not on other people's punches?"
Mengxiang said, "That was his first punch! His punch was accompanied by thunder. At that time, he should still have his last bit of rationality. It was a punch with the same nature as his Thunder Tribulation Blade Technique, let's call it Thunder Explosion Fist. As for the punches he threw afterward, there was no thunder accompanying them. That's because he completely lost his rationality, and it was a beastly punch, accompanied by his incredibly powerful internal energy and innate divine strength. This beastly instinct from his body was enough to shatter boulders." "His strength is unmatched in this world, so everyone he caught was torn to shreds."
Baoyue suddenly said, "I like his lecherous or rogue-like appearance, but I don't like seeing him kill. The scene of him killing is terrifying. Although I'm not afraid of him, I don't want to see it." Mengxiang said
, "After he wakes up, he will still be the same rogue or even shameless scoundrel he used to be. I bet his memory of today's events is vague. If he were conscious, he wouldn't be so terrifying. Even if he can use the Thunder Tribulation Blade Technique, he can only be considered a master of his generation. I'm not afraid of his Thunder Tribulation Blade Technique; I'm only afraid of his own strength and his bestial nature when he goes berserk, and one more thing..." His body was almost entirely indestructible. Therefore, if he didn't harm anyone, others could rarely truly hurt him. "The King of Boxing? He should be the King of Beasts!"
Baoyue said. "I suddenly like the God of Song. Really, although his singing is unbearably bad, his carefree nature and childlike innocence are endearing. And the spectacle they put on when they sing is quite funny."
Mengxiang said, "Fortunately, he rarely takes things seriously after he's sober. That annoying side of him is unchangeable; it's infuriating to think about."
The two women, talking, entered the Earth Alliance and returned to their room, where they met their master, Mengqing. Mengqing
said, "You're back! I thought you'd come back when he stopped singing, but you've been gone for so long, it's almost dinnertime. Why didn't you eat dinner there before coming back?"
Baoyue looked at Mengxiang and then told her what had happened at the mental hospital.
Mengqing listened and pondered for a long time. Only when Baoyue asked her did she say, "Nothing, Master was thinking about something."
Mengxiang asked, "Master, is the Blood Demon really that terrifying?"
Mengqing hadn't expected Mengxiang to ask such a question. She paused, then sighed, "The Blood Demon isn't scary. He has never lost his reason. However, how could this child be like this?"
Mengxiang said, "As far as I know, he possesses both demonic evil and beastly instincts."
Mengqing murmured, "Yanzi said he had a kind heart, but Yanzi was wrong. His blood ultimately inherits the cruelty of his ancestors."
Baoyue argued, "No, Master, it's not like that. Xiping is definitely not a cruel person. He rarely kills when he's sober."
"But what about when he's insane?"
Baoyue said, "Those people want to kill him, but he can't just sit and die!" She was determined to protect Xiping. This man was the love of her heart, and no matter what he did, she felt it was right.
Mengqing said, “Stop arguing, alas! I really shouldn’t have done that back then—Xiangxiang, I hope you can keep it a secret. You saw it yourself; if the people of the martial world knew his true identity, even more people would die. Baobao was right. If someone wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t let himself be slaughtered. His ancestors were like that, and so should he. Perhaps we should thank Huanshan Village and Huang Yang for making him a rogue. I’d rather he be a rogue than a demon.”
Mengxiang nodded. Baoyue, confused and feeling uneasy, protested, “Master, why do I understand what you’re saying, but Baobao is completely confused?”
“Don’t know too much.” Mengqing stroked Baoyue’s face and said, “Do you want me to untie the knot between you?”
Baoyue asked, “What knot? ”
Mengxiang said, “Master, are you talking about the agreement between Baobao and me?”
Mengqing nodded, and Mengxiang lowered her head in silence.
Baoyue said, “Master, Baobao doesn’t want it untied. Really, Baobao wants to be with my sister.”
“Xiangxiang, why aren’t you saying anything?” Mengqing asked Mengxiang.
Mengxiang looked up, her eyes glistening with tears, and said, "Master, are you forcing Xiangxiang?"
Mengqing suddenly laughed and said, "Silly child, how could Master force you? Come on! Let's have dinner."

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