Martial Arts Lewd Cases

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An ordinary moon, an ordinary night wind; the trees rustled in the cold night breeze. The hazy moonlight illuminated the entire forest, and the rustling sound created an eerie atmosphere. On the lush trees lining the official road, a middle-aged man dressed in gray leaned against a high trunk, gazing at the half-lit moonlight. A sorrowful look was visible in his eyes. He muttered to himself, but no sound came out; from a distance, he looked like a madman.

Suddenly, the neighing of horses broke the quiet, somber forest. The middle-aged man's gaze slowly fell on the official road. He wondered who would dare travel on such a road at night? Weren't they afraid of bandits? As he pondered, a dark figure rushed towards him along the official road. In the dim moonlight, he could see a strong man riding the lead horse, carrying a child in his arms. However, the dim light obscured their faces. More than ten torches were chasing after them.

Suddenly, the horse let out a mournful whinny, its front legs lifting off the ground. The man on horseback stumbled and fell. He didn't know what had happened, but he clearly saw an arrow embedded in the horse's rump, causing it to lose its balance in pain.

Unable to hear the sound of the arrow, and falling in panic, the man on horseback appeared to be of little martial skill. However, the fact that he landed on his own and tightly clutched the child in his arms suggested that the child was very important to him.

After the man struggled to his feet, the dozen or so pursuers caught up and surrounded him and the child.

Because they carried torches, they could finally make out the man and child's features. The man was menacing-looking, a true villain, yet his imposing stature, standing seven feet tall, exuded an air of authority. A closer look revealed his body covered in blood and over a dozen wounds, from which blood oozed. The child, however, was unlike the man's menacing appearance; instead, he was remarkably handsome. Though stained with the giant's blood and dust from his roll on the ground, it did nothing to diminish his captivating aura.

The man leaning against the tree trunk couldn't help but think this child would surely amount to something, but when he saw the child's eyes, even this ruthless killer felt a chill run down his spine. Those eyes didn't match his appearance; they were the eyes of a dead man—a look he knew all too well, having witnessed it himself.

At that moment, the dozen or so pursuers dismounted and surrounded them. A man in his thirties, equally menacing, stepped forward. The man, dressed in a tight black suit, approached respectfully and said, "Uncle Qing, the major decisions in the gang have been made and cannot be changed. Hand over the child..." Uncle Qing didn't respond, only letting out two cold laughs.

The man in black seemed unperturbed and continued, "Uncle Qing... we've worked together for over ten years, you don't really want to fight, do you?" Uncle Qing gave two cold chuckles, and the man in black, though somewhat impatient, still tried his best to speak politely: "If Uncle Qing can hand over this useless child, considering Uncle Qing... the great contributions you've made to our Qinghu Gang over the years, I guarantee I will vouch for you to remain as the deputy leader." Uncle Qing finally suppressed his anger and said, "Does that damned Chen Fei deserve to be our leader? He can kill his own brother, Chen Xiong, the gang leader, today, and he can betray us brothers tomorrow! Don't you even understand this...? If you want me to hand over the young master, keep dreaming!" While they were talking, everyone's attention was focused on them, but only one person focused his attention on the child, the middle-aged man leaning against the tree trunk. He had been watching the child's reaction the whole time. He had witnessed countless such rebellious incidents, and he had even helped those traitors for certain benefits.

What interested him was the child. Any child in this life-or-death situation should have a look of fear in their eyes, and even if they witnessed their loved ones being killed, they should have a look of resentment in their eyes. When Uncle Qing mentioned that his father had been killed by that Chen Fei, he did not react at all. Could it be that he was scared silly...? But it didn't seem like it. At least he stood up by himself just now, and he glanced at everyone once before staring blankly at the man in black.

Uncle Qing and the man in black faced off for a while, then Uncle Qing seemed to regain his composure and coldly asked, "What benefits did that bastard Chen Fei give you that made you betray the gang leader?" The man in black was silent for a moment, then said to Uncle Qing in a serious tone, "You're not willing to surrender..." Uncle Qing sneered, "What do you think..." The man in black seemed to have no more reservations, laughing loudly twice, then said to Uncle Qing with a smile, "Hehe, you should know that old lecher Chen Xiong has nine wives, right..." Before Uncle Qing could answer, he continued, "Chen Fei promised to give..." "My most beautiful second wife... He only wants his first wife, Huang Shuiyue, and then gives all the third to ninth wives to his brothers who support him... Hehe... This selfish old lecher always keeps the most beautiful spoils as his own wives, and only gives the second-best ones to us brothers. We've been dissatisfied for a long time. Now that Chief Chen Fei is so considerate of us brothers, we naturally support him as our chief... Hahaha... Haha..." The man in black couldn't help but laugh at this point, and the thugs beside him joined in the laughter.

Uncle Qing's face changed when he heard him mention Chen Xiong had nine wives. After hearing the man in black finish speaking, Uncle Qing's face turned ashen. After a while, Uncle Qing sighed, his face no longer as pale as before.

The man in black respectfully said again, "I know Uncle Qing has told that old lecher what the brothers in the gang are thinking many times, but he always gave me a good scolding... Uncle Qing, just hand over the child... I guarantee you will still be the deputy leader of the Qinghu Gang." Uncle Qing's face turned cold and he said, "It's impossible for me to hand over the young master. Enough nonsense, if you want him, just do it!" The man in black said angrily, "What a stubborn old man! You've kept me occupied for so long, brothers, make your move!" Two of the thugs beside him immediately rushed forward to attack. Uncle Qing drew the knife hanging at his waist, took a step forward, and then created a series of sword shadows. The two men were terrified and immediately retreated. Fortunately, they had some skill. In the crisis, they immediately swung their knives forward. Uncle Qing had no choice but to block with his knife. The two men were immediately shaken off, and Uncle Qing also took three steps back.

The middle-aged man leaning against the tree trunk was stunned as he watched Uncle Qing unleash a flurry of sword shadows. He had initially assumed Uncle Qing's martial arts were mediocre, given his inability to hear the arrow's sound and his panicked fall from his horse. He realized this was due to preconceived notions that Uncle Qing's skill was compromised by over ten sword wounds. Judging from Uncle Qing's physique and swordsmanship, his internal energy was likely quite formidable; overall, his martial arts could be considered quite competent.

As he pondered, three more men approached from the left and right. Just as their weapons were about to reach him, Uncle Qing suddenly knelt on his left knee, instantly lowering his body. He then gripped his sword with both hands and swiftly swung it from right to left, aiming for the three men's lower bodies. None of them anticipated this move. The two on the right and in front had their legs chopped off by Uncle Qing without a cry of pain. The man on the left reacted quickly, lowering his sword to parry Uncle Qing's attack and using the force of the blow to retreat rapidly.

At this moment, the black-clad man's opportunity arrived. He immediately raised his sword high and charged forward with all his might. Uncle Qing ignored the black-clad man's attack and thrust his sword forward, aiming for the black-clad man's chest, intending to inflict mutual injury. The black-clad man, of course, refused to die with him and immediately retreated, but the black-clad man continued to swing his sword downwards. Uncle Qing tilted his head to the side and used his right leg to push off forcefully, retreating rapidly, but the sword had already slashed a gash across Uncle Qing's right shoulder.

As Uncle Qing retreated, he casually struck the two men who had lost two legs to him, finishing them off with a single blow. Clearly, no one had expected Uncle Qing to be so formidable despite his severe injuries, and immediately no one dared to attack again.

The man leaning against the tree trunk had now sat up. He wasn't sitting up because of the bloody battle on the road; he was sitting because the child remained unmoved by the fighting, standing expressionlessly in place. He couldn't help but wonder if the child had truly gone mad, but he did see the child's eyes moving in response to the events unfolding.

At this moment, his long-held doubts were finally dispelled, for the child shouted, "Stop!" A loud shout should have been accompanied by an agitated tone, but the child's voice was as calm as a mirror.

The child's cry of "Stop!" drew everyone's attention. The child slowly took two steps forward, then coldly said, "No need to fight anymore. I'll go back with you. I want to go back and see that bitch..." The man in black was astonished. "Bitch?" The child continued, "My mother, Huang Shuiyue. I want to see how this bitch who killed my father will treat me." The man in black was stunned. He never expected a child, knowing he was doomed, to dare say he wanted to go back with him. For a moment, he forgot to answer the boy, and the boy's eyes gave him a feeling that he didn't want to look at him again.

Just as the man in black was unsure how to respond, a powerful voice rang in everyone's ears. The voice asked, "Is Huang Shuiyue your biological mother?" Before the voice could finish, everyone turned to look at its source. A man stood atop a large tree, dressed in grey robes that billowed in the breeze. Because of his distance and the dim moonlight, his features were obscured, but he appeared to be of medium height, about six feet tall. His build was neither as robust as Uncle Qing's, nor as thin.

The child, instead of answering, asked, "What is your relationship with Huang Shuiyue?" The man in grey was secretly pleased, thinking, "This kid is clever. He doesn't ask why I'm asking this, but directly gets to the heart of the matter." But sometimes, cleverness can backfire.

The man in gray replied, "It has nothing to do with me."

The child was taken aback at first, but then calmly and coldly said, "Then I don't need to answer your question at all." Suddenly, a gray shadow swept across the treetops, and before anyone could react, the shadow was already standing in front of the child. Even the boldest child was startled and took a step back.

The child looked up and, through the surrounding torches, clearly saw the face of the man in gray. His hair was not tied up, but rather loose and flowing in the wind, yet even in its disheveled state, it possessed a kind of chaotic beauty. His eyes, however, exuded a sense of authority, an irresistible aura. His appearance was not particularly special; if one had to describe it, it was the typical look of a downtrodden scholar.

The man in gray slowly said, "Because I am interested in this." The child was taken aback again, but after his initial surprise, a glint of light flashed in his eyes. At this moment, Uncle Qing interjected, asking, "May I ask who you are?" The man in gray ignored Uncle Qing and instead asked the child again, "Is Huang Shuiyue your biological mother?" Uncle Qing was furious at being ignored, but seeing the man's movements just now, he knew that the man's martial arts were very high. Even if he hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have been able to defeat him, let alone now that he was seriously injured.

At this moment, the child calmly answered, "Yes...she is my biological mother." The man in gray immediately asked again, "And Chen Xiong?" The child answered, "He is my biological father." The man in gray pressed further, "And Chen Fei?" The child answered again, "Chen Fei is my father's...younger brother." The man in gray said, "That's because Chen Fei and your mother killed your father, and then sent people to eliminate him completely." The man in gray's tone was very firm, as if he had already confirmed it. Sure enough, the child took a breath and continued, "That bitch seduced that dog Chen Fei and conspired to kill my father." Upon hearing this, the man in gray suddenly burst into laughter, then chuckled and said, "Interesting, interesting..." Uncle Qing, upon hearing this, angrily retorted, "What's so interesting about it!" The man in gray glanced at Uncle Qing, then replied with a smile, "In my experience and what I've heard in the martial world, those are all mothers who suffer for their children, even willingly becoming prostitutes to protect them. Although I've heard of mothers killing their own children, this is the first time in over thirty years that I've personally witnessed such a thing. If I hadn't experienced it myself, I simply wouldn't believe such a thing could happen..." The man in gray turned to the child and said, "Those women who are willing to become prostitutes to protect their children are utter idiots compared to your mother!" Then, unable to contain himself any longer, he burst into laughter.

Chapter Two: Sword Shakes the Nine Provinces

Uncle Qing, hearing the gray-clad man's laughter, was filled with rage and about to attack when the black-clad man respectfully asked, "Please forgive my impertinence, but may I ask your name, senior?" The gray-clad man coldly retorted, "Do you deserve to know my name?" The black-clad man, suppressing his anger, thought that Uncle Qing and the child could surely be captured, and he couldn't afford any further trouble. He continued respectfully, "This junior is indeed unworthy to hear your name, senior, but please leave for a moment. I have some matters to attend to within my gang, and I will apologize to you afterward." The black-clad man's words implied that the gray-clad man should abide by the rules of the martial arts world and not interfere in other gang affairs. However, the gray-clad man sneered at the black-clad man, "So what if I want to interfere in your gang's affairs…?" The black-clad man could only reply with a wry smile, "Then… senior… it's not appropriate…" "...That's the rule of the martial arts world!" the gray-clad man laughed loudly. "So what if it doesn't conform to the rules of the martial arts world?" The black-clad man could only clarify: "Senior, if you forcefully intervene, I'm afraid it would be beneath your dignity and cause you to lose face!" The gray-clad man chuckled wildly twice and said, "So what if it's beneath your dignity?" The black-clad man was taken aback. Indeed, it didn't conform to the rules of the martial arts world, so what could he do now? The rules of ordinary people can only be applied to ordinary people. Ordinary people always think that if they don't conform to the norm, they will lose their dignity and face, so they are extra careful to abide by the rules. But if someone is not afraid of losing their dignity and face, then what can these rules of ordinary people do?

The man in gray broke the silence first, saying, "I think you're in your thirties, I'm only a little older than you. You don't even know who I am, yet you keep calling me 'senior,' it's sickeningly fake. You just don't like me, you think I'm wasting your precious time!" The man in gray laughed again, mimicking what the man in black had said earlier, "What an idiot, you've wasted so much of my time, let's make our move!" No sooner had the man in gray finished speaking than he flew towards the man in black, ducking mid-air and grabbing a longsword from beside one of the corpses with his right hand, launching an attack. The man in gray was incredibly fast; before the man in black could react, the sword was already at his face, emitting a deafening sound. The man in black immediately used all his strength to retreat rapidly, gripping the knife in his right hand and attempting to slash at the longsword from below.

Just as the swords were about to clash, the man in gray suddenly darted to the right, his sword silently piercing the throat of a nearby henchman. The man in black, realizing he had encountered a peerless master, immediately shouted, "Everyone, attack together!" The man in gray laughed loudly, his sword transforming into layers of sword light, each seemingly capable of slicing through the sky, deflecting the swords of the four attackers. As their swords were deflected, four screams of agony rang out; each of the four men's chests was slashed open with numerous sword wounds.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Attack him all at once!" The remaining seven men immediately charged forward. The man in gray smiled, immediately kneeling on his left knee. Using the force of his right leg, he spun around with incredible speed and swung his sword. The seven attackers were instantly severed at the knee. After the first swing, the sword tip immediately turned upward, unleashing a series of chilling sword beams that knocked the seven weapons—swords and knives—from their hands. He then finished them off with a blow to the throat, sending the seven weapons soaring into the sky as if declaring his complete victory. Uncle Qing and the child standing nearby felt only one thing: his sword was unbelievably fast.

Uncle Qing had used this move before, but this time, the man in gray used it many times faster and with far more fluidity. From the start to the finish, it was as if there was no way to stop or dodge it.

The man in black had intended to exploit an opening by using others, just as he had done with Uncle Qing earlier. However, after a round of one-sided slaughter, he couldn't sense any gaps in the gray-clad man's swordplay. The gray-clad man's sword strikes were so fast that he couldn't even see them clearly. At this moment, he could only take advantage of the gray-clad man's kneeling position to attack. With the situation in his grasp, he could only rush forward and use the momentum to unleash a horizontal slash at the gray-clad man's neck.

Suddenly, the man in gray slashed at the oncoming blade with his sword. The sound of the sword clashing shook the entire forest. The man in black stumbled back more than ten steps. Before he could catch his breath, the man in gray raised his sword high above his head and then slashed down. The sword strike was too fast. With no way to dodge, the man in black could only grip his sword tightly with both hands and raise it horizontally to block. But he already knew that the man in gray's internal strength was far superior to his own. Sure enough, this time, the clash of swords only caused his tiger's mouth to split open. But the man in gray pressed his advantage and shouted, "Take a strike with seventy percent of my power!" The man in black, still retreating, could only raise his sword again to block, but this time he could not block it. He saw a flash before his eyes, and his sword broke in two, and he was split in two along with his sword. As the man in gray cleaved the man in black in two, he flicked his left hand, unleashing a surge of internal energy that blasted away the blood and severed limbs. Both limbs were sent flying far away, leaving a trail of blood leading to the limb that had been thrown more than five zhang (approximately 10 meters) away.

When Uncle Qing and the child regained their senses, the man in gray was already standing before them. The child sensed that the man's aura was no longer that of the down-on-his-luck scholar he had initially displayed; he was now a remarkable person radiating brilliance. This strange transformation, this natural and effortless aura, was far more awe-inspiring than those who had initially shown no restraint.

Uncle Qing, being a seasoned veteran, immediately expressed his gratitude after calming down: "Thank you so much for saving the young master's life!" He tried to kneel and kowtow, but as he did, he felt a profound internal force preventing him from doing so. Just as Uncle Qing was at a loss, the man in gray asked him, "What did you think of the sword technique I just used?" Uncle Qing thought for a moment and replied, "Fast as lightning..." The man in gray said, "Fast as lightning is a bit of an exaggeration." He paused and then asked, "I'm asking what you think of the sword's momentum?" Uncle Qing thought for a moment again, "It should be... cut through the sky, with the momentum of cleaving the heavens!" The man in gray smiled at Uncle Qing and said, "You just said the name of the sword technique I used... so you should know my name now." Uncle Qing paused, then his face turned a true iron-like color, and he said in a trembling voice, "Severing... Severing... Severing the Sky... Sword Technique... You are... you are 'Sword Shaking the Nine Provinces'... Ling... Ling Aotian!" The man in gray laughed loudly, "That's right, I am Ling Aotian. Why are you so shocked? I only used one move, the 'Severing the Sky Sword Technique,' and I haven't even used my signature move, the 'Nine Provinces God-Sealing Sword.'" "Uncle Qing suddenly shouted, "Wenlong, run! This man is a demon, a ruthless killer, utterly inhuman... Quick... Get on your horse and run!" Ling Aotian thought to himself, "So this child's name is Wenlong, Wenlong... Wenlong... What a good name!" Before Wenlong could react, Uncle Qing had already charged forward with his sword, slashing at Ling Aotian's right hand with both hands. Ling Aotian flicked his wrist, his sword moving slightly upwards, already aimed at Uncle Qing's wrist. If Uncle Qing didn't retract his attack, his wrist would be struck before the sword strike even landed.

Sure enough, Uncle Qing immediately withdrew his attack, but didn't stop his offensive. Instead, he made the attack more complex, creating layers of sword shadows on his blade, aiming straight for the chest to teach his opponent no trickery. Ling Aotian remained calm and composed, raising his right arm and thrusting his sword forward. Amidst the layers of feints, he easily found the real strike. The swords clashed, and Uncle Qing, like the man in black before him, was struck so hard that his hands went numb. But Uncle Qing was extremely brave and fierce. He didn't retreat to absorb the force, but instead endured the pain and swung his sword at Ling Aotian's head.

Ling Aotian shouted, "Good!" Then, the sword in his hand suddenly turned into clusters of white light, and ear-piercing sounds rapidly echoed throughout the forest. Although Uncle Qing didn't want to retreat, he had no choice but to. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could hear clearly that the tip of Ling Aotian's longsword had been constantly stabbing at the blade in his hand. The accuracy of his sword strikes was simply divine, and the power of each strike was like a thunderbolt. If it weren't for his own amazing arm strength, the back of his knife would have already struck back at his hand. If he didn't retreat, he wouldn't even have the strength to hold the knife. And if Ling Aotian wanted to kill him, he wouldn't know how many times he would have died.

Just as Uncle Qing retreated, Ling Aotian took the opportunity to flash in front of Wenlong and asked, "Why didn't you run away?" It turned out that during the time Uncle Qing and Ling Aotian were fighting, Wenlong had stood still and hadn't made any move to escape. Wenlong replied, "Since we can't leave anyway, we might as well save our energy." At this moment, Ling Aotian looked at Wenlong with admiration. What Wenlong said was true; even if Wenlong rode away on horseback, with his lightness skill "Flying Immortal Transformation," he could catch up as long as it wasn't a long distance.

Wenlong ignored Ling Aotian's gaze and continued, "Besides, you'll help me even more, so why should I leave?" Ling Aotian continued to guide Wenlong, asking, "Why should I help you?" Wenlong answered, "Didn't you say you were interested? Then naturally you should go and see for yourself... If I go with you, I can answer many of your questions!" Wenlong paused and continued, "Besides, you seem to be more interested in me..." Ling Aotian smiled again. He had found an extremely interesting boy. Most children would run away immediately if they heard his servant say he was a villain. What pleased him even more was Wenlong's intelligence; he was definitely a promising talent, and he couldn't help but consider taking Wenlong as his disciple. However, taking on a disciple was still a major matter, so he needed to observe the situation further. Since he had the intention to take Wenlong as his disciple, even if it was a huge deal, he would help the child.

Ling Aotian said to Wenlong, "You want me to help you get revenge?" Wenlong didn't answer, but simply nodded. Ling Aotian beckoned to Uncle Qing and said, "Come here!" When Uncle Qing walked to Ling Aotian's side, Ling Aotian tossed him a small package, and suddenly his left hand moved with lightning speed, striking several acupoints on Uncle Qing's body.

Uncle Qing did not resist, letting him apply the acupressure. After he finished, he said to Ling Aotian, "Thank you." Ling Aotian replied, "I have used acupressure to stop your bleeding. Find some clean water to wash away the blood and apply the Jade Spirit Powder I gave you." Uncle Qing was surprised and said, "Jade Spirit Powder is a sacred medicine for injuries from the Shaolin School. How do you have it?" Ling Aotian smiled and said, "A Shaolin monk lost a bet to me." Uncle Qing asked in surprise, "A bet? How could that be?" Indeed, Shaolin monks abstain from gambling. How could he have bet with him?

Ling Aotian said, "You don't need to worry about it... Do you think I, Ling Aotian, would lie?" After a pause, he said, "Go back at dawn... By then, everything should be resolved." After saying that, he ignored Uncle Qing, then dragged Wenlong and used his lightness skill to rush back to the Qinghu Gang along the same route Uncle Qing had taken. Uncle Qing only saw a gray shadow flash by and disappear like a shooting star.

Wenlong was being carried through the woods by Ling Aotian, who had his left arm around his waist. The trees were so dense that he couldn't see anything around him, a testament to their incredible speed. Wenlong was even more certain that this man could avenge him. A gust of wind blew across his face, bringing a sense of exhilaration that gradually eased his sorrow.

As Wenlong reveled in the scenery, Ling Aotian suddenly asked, "Will this road lead to the Qinghu Gang?" Wenlong was pulled back to reality by the question and replied, "Yes… we'll see them after a couple more groves of trees." Ling Aotian hummed in agreement and then asked, "How long has it been since the incident?" Wenlong thought for a moment and said, "About three hours!" Ling Aotian continued, "Your surname is Chen… How old are you?" Wenlong said, "Um… my full name is Chen Wenlong… I just turned ten." Ling Aotian then launched into a barrage of questions about Wenlong, all revolving around him. Wenlong had a large family, including one older sister and two half-sisters. His older sister, Chen Feng, was eight years older than him. He also had five half-brothers: three older brothers and two younger brothers. Ling Aotian chuckled, "Your father is indeed formidable!" In his heart, however, he thought, "Your family is a veritable human breeding ground!" Ling Aotian asked Wenlong why his mother, Huang Shuiyue, had killed his father. Wenlong said he didn't know. Huang Shuiyue had always been very cold towards Wenlong and his sister Chen Feng, as if they weren't her children.

After an hour, they finally arrived at the Qinghu Gang. The gang's stronghold was quite large, and according to Wenlong, the Qinghu Gang had about a hundred members. Security within the gang was naturally tight, but even the tightest security for a small gang was utterly insignificant to Ling Aotian. After Wenlong pointed them out, the two of them arrived at the hall where Wenlong's father often held gang affairs. Major gang matters were always decided there, so Ling Aotian guessed that important figures such as Chen Fei would be there.

Ling Aotian didn't rush in. Instead, he led Wenlong to the roof, lifted the roof tiles, and wanted to observe the situation before making a move. It wasn't that he was afraid of the people in the hall; he wanted to understand what was happening. He knew that these roughnecks would immediately enjoy their spoils after a victory, and while enjoying them, they would constantly mock the losers, from which he could hear many things. People often recount the entire story from beginning to end after believing they have succeeded, adding their own boasting. What they say at this time is probably ten times more detailed and extensive than what is obtained under torture.

For now, Wenlong could only follow Ling Aotian's decision. When they lifted the roof tiles and looked down, even though they were mentally prepared, they were still shocked. The hall was brightly lit, and inside was a feast of meat that would excite any man.

The hall was filled with people. Ling Aotian glanced at them and noticed only five men. A man who seemed to be the leader was sitting in the main chair, with a disheveled woman beneath him. The woman's face was pressed against his engorged penis, sucking it vigorously with loud smacking sounds. As she sucked, she wiggled her plump, white buttocks, arousing his lust.

His chair was also quite large, with two other beautiful women on either side of him. While he comfortably enjoyed the oral sex from the woman beneath him, his hands roamed over the two women's bodies, sometimes grabbing their buttocks, sometimes pinching their nipples. The two women trembled as they endured the humiliation brought by his hateful hands.

Wenlong whispered in Ling Aotian's ear, "The person you're looking at is that scoundrel Chen Fei!" Ling Aotian responded with an "Mmm," then continued to observe the others. The other four men each had a woman. Two of them were enjoying the beauty beneath them obediently sucking their penises, while the other two were vigorously thrusting into their women.

Even more exciting was the sight of five men forming a circle, with two beautiful women in the center. These two women were kneeling on the ground, passionately embracing each other. What was even more striking was that their cherry lips were passionately joined, their tongues skillfully entwining each other's. Their four full breasts rubbed excitedly against each other, and their two slender hands gripped each other's writhing buttocks, pulling and tugging wantonly. They looked exactly like two unsatisfied harlots comforting each other's desires. The only flaw was the two originally snow-white bodies marked with fiery red whip marks, somewhat spoiling the otherwise perfect scene of live sex. However, these marks, on the bodies of the two lustful women, only added to the sense of debauchery.

Outside the circle were three women. A well-dressed beauty sat on a chair, possessing a voluptuous figure and a small, alluring black bead under her right eye—a typical beautiful young woman. Her face was now filled with excitement as she gazed at the lewd feast before her. A completely naked woman knelt at the feet of the beautiful young woman, diligently licking her delicate embroidered shoes with her tongue. Saliva soaked the shoes, but the naked woman seemed oblivious, continuing to lick. Meanwhile, the beautiful young woman's right embroidered shoe carelessly trod on the woman's tender back, leaving black footprints.

Beside the beautiful young woman, another young woman, her hands and feet bound behind her back, lay on the ground. Her clothes disheveled, she trembled and stared in terror at the unfolding scene of debauchery.

Ling Aotian felt a vague familiarity with one of the men in the hall, yet he couldn't quite place him. This vaguely familiar man was relentlessly thrusting his penis into the beautiful woman's vulva. The woman lay supine on the ground, her two bamboo shoot-like breasts deforming in his hands. If she could lactate, milk would surely gush from her nipples. Her lower body was inhumanly ravaged, blood trickling from her vulva. The man on top of her seemed oblivious, continuing his merciless ravaging of her injured genitals.

Seeing Ling Aotian staring silently at the scene before him, seemingly lost in thought, Wenlong asked, "What are you thinking about?" Ling Aotian glanced at the hall again, frowned, and sighed softly, "These people really don't know how to cherish women..." He paused, then continued, "Their methods for playing with women are so low-level... What's so fun about playing like that..." Seeing the confused look in Wenlong's eyes, he didn't care whether Wenlong understood or not, and continued, "Playing with women should make them willingly climb on top of you, begging you to have sex with them!" Wenlong was both amused and exasperated upon hearing this, and said, "You came here to help me get revenge, don't talk about irrelevant things..." Ling Aotian said earnestly, "For you, this is a great learning opportunity, how can you waste it like this..." Wenlong really wanted to punch and kick him now, and suddenly he felt that he had completely forgotten the hatred for his father's murder, and his liking for this strange man increased greatly.

Ling Aotian suddenly asked Wenlong, "Want to learn my martial arts?" Wenlong blurted out, "Of course!" Ling Aotian was secretly pleased and laughed, "The condition for becoming my disciple is that you must be compatible with my temperament. You will not only learn my martial arts, but also my way of doing things, my principles of life, and my skills in playing with women..." Before Wenlong could speak, Ling Aotian interrupted, "If a disciple you teach doesn't have the demeanor of his master, wouldn't that make you a laughingstock..." At this moment, Wenlong couldn't help but think, "The demeanor of playing with women?"

Chapter 3 Qinghu Lewd Feast

Wenlong thought, "The demeanor of playing with women?" The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed, and he really wanted to burst out laughing. Fortunately, he still had a sliver of clarity in his mind and managed to hold back, but this made his smile look very strange.

Ling Aotian muttered to himself and asked, "What's so funny?" Wenlong couldn't help but tell Ling Aotian what was on his mind. Hearing this, Ling Aotian was overjoyed and whispered in Wenlong's ear, "As long as you learn all my ways of playing with women, I guarantee you can become the number one lecher in the world!" Wenlong, hearing Ling Aotian

's boastful words, couldn't help but burst out laughing, wanting to tell Ling Aotian not to exaggerate so much! Just as Wenlong was about to laugh, a high-pitched moan, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." jolted him awake. The moan echoed throughout the hall, but it contained no joy; instead, it was filled with pain and pleading.

Ling Aotian was puzzled. Looking down, he saw that the sound came from the beautiful woman being pinned down by the seemingly familiar man. The man's penis was deep inside her, his buttocks trembling as he ejaculated his hot semen onto her uterus, while the woman's firm breasts were being vigorously squeezed by the man's hands. The beauty's screams came from the man on top of her. He seemed to have gone mad during his orgasm, ignoring the woman's feelings and squeezing her firm breasts until they were dripping wet. Even

after ejaculating, he didn't withdraw his penis, savoring the afterglow of his climax. However, the beauty beneath him wasn't enjoying it. The man's hands didn't lessen their grip after the orgasm; instead, they pulled even harder.

After catching his breath, the man lewdly said, "My technique is superb, isn't it... fucking you so good," pausing before continuing, "You scream like a fucking lecher, did some old pervert teach you that?" Ling Aotian thought to himself, "You're the fucking lecher! What kind of superb technique are you talking about? Is your brain filled with shit? You can't even distinguish between screams and moans..." At this moment, Ling Aotian felt something was amiss. Looking at the people in the hall, he understood what was going on: there was a problem with the "number" of people. Wenlong said her father had nine wives, but there were twelve women in the hall, including two who were clothed, which didn't make sense no matter how you counted them.

Ling Aotian guessed for a moment and then cursed himself. The "guide" next to him was still guessing stupidly without asking any questions. Then he asked Wenlong: "Your father really only had nine wives... Did he have other women outside?" Wenlong was very smart and immediately understood why Ling Aotian asked this question. Wenlong hesitated for a while, then gritted her teeth and answered: "My father really only had nine women... The ones who were abused by that scoundrel Chen Fei... were all... all my sisters... The one in the middle... was... my... my... older sister... Chen Feng..." Wenlong's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Ling Aotian realized then that Wenlong's voice was getting softer and softer—his own sister was sucking on his enemy's penis, her buttocks twitching like a lustful whore.

While they were talking, Chen Fei, who had remained silent on the armchair, finally spoke. He said to the man who had just ejaculated, "Little Wu, don't go too far. Let Seventh Madam rest for a bit... otherwise, she won't be able to have sex with you again!" Little Wu reluctantly released his hands, sheepishly replying, "Yes, yes..." Her once snow-white and tender breasts now bore five shocking bruises on each side. After the penis left, the labia didn't return to their original state; they remained wide open, the fluid from her vagina indistinguishable as to whether it was vaginal fluid, semen, or blood.

Xiao Wu slowly stood up and said to Chen Fei, "Brother, you've been gone for a long time..." Chen Fei was also wondering to himself, "Old Wu is too slow..." Ling Aotian thought to himself, "It's strange that Xiao Wu seems so familiar. It turns out this idiot with a brain full of grass is the younger brother of that man in black." He thought to himself, "Old Wu, to show your humility, I'll bring your brother to find you later!" After Chen Fei muttered to himself, he saw Xiao Wu staring at the beauty between his legs and didn't understand. He then kicked Chen Feng, who was giving her oral sex, and said, "Bitch, go serve your other master!" Chen Feng had a beautiful face and a very delicate appearance. Her two firm breasts with small nipples were very attractive. But what was terrifying was that each of her small nipples had a tiny silver ring, the shiny rings no bigger than the tip of a pinky finger. From a distance, the two shameful rings and her small nipples seemed perfectly matched, making it even more irresistible. Chen Feng's genitals were covered in murky, sticky fluid, clearly indicating that she had just been violated. Yet, her eyes were filled with panic, and her face was covered with clear tears. Any man would be tempted to hold her and comfort her.

As Chen Feng lay on the ground, the silver rings on her breasts trembled from the violent movements. Chen Fei couldn't help but laugh: "Haha... all that effort I put into piercing this bitch wasn't a waste of my time... look at your breasts with a pair of dog rings... truly a perfect match... haha... ha... ha..." Chen Feng felt a pang of sorrow, her eyes reddened, and she almost cried again.

Xiao Wu walked over with a grin, rubbing his limp penis against Chen Feng's unsuspecting pink face, leaving a trail of white and red sticky fluid on her delicate skin. Then he said, "Suck it!" The thought of having to suck such a filthy penis made Chen Feng want to vomit. She could only plead with eyes that could subdue any man, "Please, Master... no... don't..." But the person in front of her was not human, but a beast. Just as Xiao Wu was about to act wickedly, a whip suddenly struck the beauty's snow-white back accurately, leaving a fiery red welt. The one who wielded the whip was the beautiful young woman who had been sitting neatly dressed and coldly observing everything from the side.

Chen Feng let out a miserable scream, followed by another lash. With each lash mark on the beautiful woman's back, she cried out in agony. After five or six lashes, she was sobbing uncontrollably and immediately turned to the beautiful young woman, crying, "Mom...Mom...No...No...Don't hit me anymore...Don't...Hit me...I...I'll suck it...I'll suck it." It turned out that the beautiful young woman who had been sitting by the side, coldly observing everything, was Wenlong's mother, Huang Shuiyue. Although Ling Aotian had initially thought that this beautiful young woman was Huang Shuiyue, he never expected that this mother would whip her own daughter and force her to suck a man's penis.

Ling Aotian couldn't help but confirm with Wenlong, who was standing next to him, one more time, and then asked Wenlong, "Is this crazy woman really Huang Shuiyue?" To avoid upsetting the child next to him, he decided to use Huang Shuiyue instead of his mother's name. Despite his own history of raping women and murdering countless people, and his utter disregard for morality, he still felt this madwoman was mentally unstable and utterly unworthy of being the mother of Wenlong and Chen Feng in the hall.

Wenlong didn't answer, only nodded at him, but Ling Aotian saw that Wenlong's eyes were red, showing his extreme disappointment in this mother.

While they were talking, the lewd feast in the hall continued. Chen Fei added fuel to the fire, leering at Chen Feng who was lying on the ground, saying, "Didn't I teach you how to suck a penis before...? You were learning and sucking just now, doing very well!" He paused and continued, "There's a great opportunity to practice right now... Hurry up and ask your master to let you suck... Don't waste it." Chen Fei's words were even more painful to Chen Feng than the whipping just now, utterly humiliating her. These words clearly compared her to a harlot, and she had just been sticking out her buttocks, sucking a penis with loud smacking sounds, and the owner of that penis was none other than the man who had insulted her.

Just four hours ago, she was a virgin, but now, defiled and pierced with silver rings, the gleaming rings proclaiming her status as a lowly, wanton slave. Now, forced to suck one penis after another, the pain in her heart was indescribable. But no matter how much she grieved, she still had something to do: try her best to satisfy the man before her. Now, she could only take it one step at a time. Submitting,

Chen Feng slowly rose, then knelt before the wicked man standing before her. Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her dignity and said to the man before her, "Please let me suck my master's penis..." The men in the hall couldn't help but lewdly laugh, the entire hall filled with obscene laughter.

Amidst lewd laughter, Chen Feng extended her fragrant tongue and gently licked his scrotum. Then, she parted her thin, cherry-like lips and tenderly took his two wrinkled testicles into her mouth. With her effort, she finally took the entire scrotum into her mouth, and then she sucked on the two filthy testicles vigorously, while simultaneously licking the wrinkled scrotum with her fragrant tongue.

Xiao Wu let out a comfortable groan, and his recently ejaculated penis became erect again.

Xiao Wu glanced at the beauty between his legs, and Chen Feng, understanding, released his scrotum and once again extended her fragrant tongue, slowly licking upwards from the base of his penis. Then, she circled her fragrant tongue around the sensitive glans. At that moment, tears finally welled up and spilled from her half-closed eyes, sliding down her delicate face and scattering onto the cold ground.

At this point, she had no dignity left to retain. Resignedly, she opened her cherry lips and slowly swallowed the filthy penis into her mouth, until it reached her throat. Her obedient tongue tightly wrapped around the penis, and then she gently shook her head, while the penis made piston-like movements in and out.

While lewdly laughing, Xiao Wu teased Chen Feng: "That was satisfying...so satisfying...it's such a waste that you're only becoming a whore now..." He then burst into laughter and couldn't help but say to Chen Fei: "Boss, you're really something...you've taught her so well..." Chen Fei laughed: "Hmph...of course, while you were having your fun, I taught her for almost an hour!" He paused and continued: "But...she's quite talented, otherwise how could she learn so quickly..." Xiao Wu chuckled and said to Chen Feng, who was working hard between his legs: "Hehe...you were born a whore, why did you pretend to be a pure maiden before!" Hearing Chen Fei and Xiao Wu's words, Chen Feng, in a state of self-abandonment, couldn't help but think: "No doubt I'm a whore...I'm a whore...I'm a whore...I'm a lowly whore..." She kept repeating this sentence in her mind.

On the rooftop, Wenlong kept repeating the same phrase to himself, muttering, "Women are all shameless harlots...women are all shameless harlots...women are all shameless harlots..." Ling Aotian, standing beside him, didn't know how to comfort him, only gently taking his hand to make him feel that someone was there.

He also regretted bringing him here; he hadn't considered whether Wenlong could withstand such intense stimulation. But thinking about it now was useless. He could only hope that Wenlong could endure it. If Wenlong could withstand such stimulation, then nothing could break his will.

Ling Aotian now only saw this feast as a merciless test for Wenlong.

Chapter Four: A Difficult Choice

The two beautiful girls in Chen Fei's arms stared blankly at their older sister, unable to believe that their gentle and refined sister would be so lewd. At only fourteen or fifteen years old, their minds were simply unable to withstand such stimulation, and the fact that their quiet sister would so wantonly perform oral sex on these wicked men was even more unacceptable to them.

Seeing their stunned expressions, Chen Fei couldn't help but want to discipline them. The thought flashed through his mind, and he decided to deal with them one by one. He pushed the girl on his left onto the armchair, then pulled the girl on his right into his arms.

The girl seemed stunned by the sight before her, forgetting to struggle as Chen Fei held her close. To let her continue watching her sister's lewd behavior, Chen Fei had her lean against his chest. Then he gently spread Jing'er's thighs, trapping his erect penis between her smooth, beautiful legs.

After finishing, he asked her, "Jing'er, are you envious of your sister?" Jing'er was caught off guard by Chen Fei's question and quickly replied, "No!" Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her nipples, and she cried out, "It hurts...it hurts...it hurts so much!" It turned out that Chen Fei had been pinching Jing'er's nipples hard, causing her undeveloped breasts to throb with pain; her delicate nipples felt like they were on fire.

Chen Fei smiled and said, "Tell me honestly, are you envious of your sister?" He then increased the pressure. Jing'er, of course, understood Chen Fei's intentions and cried out urgently, "Envious! Envious!" Upon hearing this, Chen Fei immediately released his grip, smiling as he looked at the girl in his arms, her crying face only fueling his lust. Chen Fei continued, "Speak clearly!" As he spoke, he gently stroked the nipples that he had pinched until they were erect. Jing'er, remembering the pain she had just felt, could only reply, "I...I...I envy...I envy you, sister..." Chen Fei was not satisfied with this answer and continued, "You should say you envy that you can suck on a dildo!" After saying that, he pinched the nipple hard again. Jing'er first let out an "Ah!" and then, before Chen Fei could pinch her again, she said shamefully, "I...I envy...you can suck on...suck on a dildo..." After saying that, she burst into tears.

Chen Fei clearly wanted to continue teasing the girl in his arms, so he said, "Don't cry. How can anyone hear what you're saying if you cry like that? Say it again louder!" Jing'er seemed to be very afraid of the pain of pinching her nipples, so she immediately stopped crying and said it again in a voice that could be heard throughout the hall: "I envy you, sister, for being able to suck on a dildo!" Such lewd words naturally earned her bursts of lewd laughter from the men in the hall.

After Chen Fei finished lewdly, he continued, "Tell me, isn't your sister slutty?" Jing'er replied in a trembling voice, "Slutty..." After the girl finished answering, seeing Chen Fei's face darken, she immediately repeated in a clear, melodious voice, "My sister is very slutty..." Chen Fei smiled with satisfaction, "So clever, you've learned something..." He then kissed Jing'er on the cheek and asked, "How slutty..." Jing'er thought for a moment and answered in a frightened voice, "The way my sister sucks the vibrator is so slutty... like... like a... whore." Chen Fei laughed, "You learned so quickly, you know how to use the word 'whore,' did you just learn it?" Jing'er whispered, "Yes..." Chen Fei still wouldn't let her go and continued to ask, "Your sister isn't a whore, she's a slutty bitch... Jing'er, isn't that right?" Jing'er didn't answer immediately, clearly not wanting to insult her sister like that. But Chen Fei wouldn't let her go. He had been kneading the girl's breasts the whole time, and now he increased the pressure of his hands, whispering in Jing'er's ear, "Want to try again..." Jing'er trembled and replied, "Sister... is... a... slutty bitch..." Upon hearing this, Chen Feng had only one thought in her mind: "commit suicide." Xiao Wu noticed that Chen Feng's movements had slowed down, tapped Chen Feng on the head, and said, "Behave yourself. Can't you even suck a penis?" Chen Feng felt a chill in her heart. Could she die? These evil people would never even give her a death sentence. She was truly just a bitch now, she didn't even have the right to die... Besides, she had always lived a life of luxury, which made her extremely afraid of death.

Chen Fei chuckled and asked, "Jing'er, do you know what a bitch does?" Jing'er replied, "No..." Chen Fei said in a tone that answered her question, "Being a bitch is very simple. You just need to stick your ass up and let people insert their cunt into your hole, and make your master feel good..." He paused and continued, "Now, Jing'er, do you know what a bitch does?" Jing'er answered, "Yes... A bitch just needs to stick her ass up and let her master insert... her cunt into her hole..." After Jing'er finished speaking, bursts of lewd laughter echoed in the hall. Chen Fei smiled and said to Jing'er, "Jing'er, do you want to suck on a vibrator like your sister?" Jing'er felt a pang of sorrow and could only reply, "Jing'er wants to suck on a vibrator like your sister." Chen Fei intensified his attack, "Then, Jing'er, do you want to be a slutty bitch like your sister?" Jing'er knew she could no longer escape his clutches; only by submitting could she lessen the pain. So she replied, "Jing'er wants to be a... slutty... bitch like your sister..." Chen Fei was smug at Jing'er's quick submission. However, his humiliation of Jing'er sealed his fate. Although Ling Aotian enjoyed turning women into sluts, he deeply disliked force. Seeing Chen Fei's methods of harming women's bodies disgusted him even more. Seeing Jing'er's bruised nipples, he was filled with rage; otherwise, since he hadn't yet discerned anything, he would have already attacked.

Chen Fei, wanting to continue the pressure, said, "Does Jing'er know how to be a good bitch?" After a moment of thought, Jing'er whispered, "Use the bitch's... cunt... cunt to make... master feel good..." Chen Fei excitedly continued, "Then use your little hands to make master feel good first!" After saying that, he grabbed Jing'er's two small hands and made them touch his erect penis. Although his penis hadn't been stimulated for a long time, hearing the girl in his arms speak so lewdly, his penis was still hard and showed no sign of softening. Now, with Jing'er's soft, boneless little hands rubbing it, he became even more excited, and his penis throbbed and danced.

At this moment, the girl who had been piled up to the side by Chen Fei suddenly seemed to go crazy and screamed, "Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..." Before anyone could react, she frantically rushed to the table next to her, picked up the large knife on the table, and quickly slashed it across her neck. As blood splattered from the wound, she died.

Everyone in the hall froze for a moment. Just then, the young woman, who had been lying on the ground with her hands and feet bound, screamed, "Daughter! Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh... Ahhh..." Chen Fei, having regained his composure, spat and said to Xiao Wu, "Quickly, press the second madam's acupoints to make her fall asleep!" Xiao Wu responded, kicked aside the still-dazed Chen Feng, and went over to press the second madam's acupoints to make her fall asleep.

After a while, the men in the hall continued their lewd acts, and the sounds of intercourse filled the entire hall once again.

Originally, the thought of "death" was constantly swirling in Chen Feng's mind, but seeing the horrific state of her sister before her death, her body covered in blood, made her even more terrified. His only thought was, "Is there anyone who can save me...is there anyone who can save me..." After Xiao Wu pressed the Second Madam's pressure point to make her unconscious, he didn't leave. He kept staring at the beautiful young woman on the ground. Chen Fei knew what he was thinking, but he had promised Lao Wu, so he only said to Xiao Wu, "Don't touch her. Wait until your older brother comes back and has his fun, then you can ask him for her to play with!" After saying that, he continued to play with the sparse pubic hair on Jing'er's vulva with one hand and rub her small, beautiful breasts with the other.

Xiao Wu could only say, "Damn it, my older brother has been gone for so long!" Then he walked towards Chen Feng and pointed his slightly limp penis at her mouth, saying, "Keep blowing!" And Chen Feng could only continue doing the only thing she could do.

Wen Long woke up when he saw this and said angrily to Ling Aotian, "Do it! I can't hold back anymore..." In fact, Ling Aotian had seen many such things, but for some reason, seeing the two sisters, Chen Feng and Chen Jing, being molested like this, he felt an irresistible urge to rescue them.

Countless thoughts flashed through Ling Aotian's mind, and then he understood. He had experienced this scene before, which was very similar to the situation ten years ago. Chen Feng was like his mother, and Chen Jing was like his sister and wife. The scene of the two of them being molested by his enemy reappeared in his mind. As soon as this thought arose, he couldn't help but take action.

Seeing that Ling Aotian didn't answer his question but instead gazed at his two older sisters, Wenlong assumed that Ling Aotian wanted them. He then asked Aotian, "If you help me avenge my family, you can do whatever you want with my two sisters!" Chen Xiong favored Wenlong among his six sons and had always wanted him as the gang's heir. Therefore, his five brothers had always ostracized him. They naturally instigated their three sisters to unite against Wenlong, and even Chen Feng was somewhat distant from him due to the influence of her siblings. Coupled with his two sisters' recent behavior, he only hesitated briefly before making this decision.

Aotian hadn't originally intended this, but due to grief over his wife, he hadn't been intimate with other women for five years. Wenlong's suggestion reignited his long-suppressed desire. Before marrying his sister, he had been quite promiscuous under his master's influence, but after marriage, he had reformed himself. His wife's death had made him less interested in women, but five years had already diluted everything.

Ao Tian, realizing there was nothing missing, replied, "Alright!" Wen Long was about to leave the house when suddenly a surge of internal energy traveled along Ao Tian's hand, which was holding his. He felt numb all over, unable to move or speak, only able to look at Ao Tian with questioning eyes.

Ao Tian whispered in his ear, "Do you just want to kill your enemy, or do you want to destroy the entire Qinghu Gang?" Knowing Wen Long probably wouldn't understand, Ao Tian explained in detail, "The Qinghu Gang is your father's life's work, isn't it? I think the members below are all important figures in the Qinghu Gang. If we kill them all at once, the members will be in a state of panic, and the Qinghu Gang will definitely fall apart… But if we only kill Chen Fei and Huang Shuiyue and then appease the others, the Qinghu Gang will only lose one or two experts. Although its strength will be diminished, it can still maintain itself…" After saying this, he released the internal energy from his hand.

Wen Long asked quietly, "How do I appease them?" Ao Tian then whispered what he thought was a feasible method in his ear. After Aotian finished speaking, Wenlong didn't immediately reply. Although Wenlong was precocious, in such situations, he still easily succumbed to anger like other children, as if everyone else were accomplices. Furthermore, because the others below, while not having killed his father, clearly showed no grief for his death, his anger intensified.

However, Aotian was Wenlong's support, and he naturally listened to his words, which were quite reasonable. Leaving aside the fear among the members, killing all the gang's experts at once might weaken the Qinghu Gang to the point where it was less powerful than a second- or third-rate gang.

Seeing Wenlong's furrowed brow, Aotian knew he was facing a difficult decision and could only quietly await his answer.

At this moment, a man with the typical villainous appearance entered the hall. Huang Shuiyue immediately asked, "Is everything finished?" The man ignored Huang Shuiyue and respectfully greeted Chen Fei, "Greetings, Chief!" Chen Fei asked, "Is everything done?" The man replied, "Yes, I have fulfilled my mission. I have killed those five children and waited until the dogs had finished eating before returning!" At this moment, Huang Shuiyue grinned maliciously, "Hehehe, Chen Xiong, Chen Xiong, one night of marriage is worth a hundred nights of kindness. I have treated you well, haven't I... I was afraid you would be lonely down there, so I sent your son to keep you company..." After saying this, he laughed wildly like a madman.

Although Jing'er was afraid of Chen Fei, she still couldn't help but grit her teeth and roar at Huang Shuiyue: "Why are you so cruel? What did Dad punish you for?" Huang Shuiyue's face was contorted with rage as she shouted: "What do you know, little brat? Do you know what it means to wish you were dead? My fiancé died at the hands of your wicked father. I've endured all these years, just to make him pay me back with interest all at once. It's laughable that he didn't even realize he killed my fiancé, thinking he only killed a servant. What an old fool!" Jing'er was startled by Huang Shuiyue's ferocious expression and trembled as she said: "But Fengjie and Wenlong are your own children! Don't you have any affection for them at all?" Huang Shuiyue grinned: "They aren't my children!"

"They are bastards!"

"They are the bastards of that dog Chen Xiong!"

Huang Shuiyue laughed wildly like a volcano erupting: "Do you know, looking at your despicable appearance, I now know what happiness is!" "I've never been so happy in my entire life!" Huang Shuiyue gasped for breath and continued laughing loudly, "That scoundrel wants Wenlong, that bastard, to inherit his Qinghu Gang. I'm going to destroy everything he owns! That's what you call getting your money back with interest! That's what I call satisfying!" Upon hearing this, Wenlong on the roof immediately shouted with all his might, "You bastard, I won't let you have your way! The Qinghu Gang won't be destroyed!" Chen Fei reacted quickly and immediately shouted at the roof, "Who goes there!" Wenlong's words had made his decision clear. Huang Shuiyue had already revealed the reason why Aotian needed to know, so there was no need for him to stay there any longer. He was also secretly pleased that Wenlong had learned a lesson and had completed the "mental test" he had given him, and that his time on the roof had not been wasted.

Ao Tian roared, "I have taken the liberty of paying respects to Chen Fei, the clown of the Qinghu Gang!" His domineering inner force shattered the tiles beneath him, and he grasped Wenlong's small hand. The two descended from the sky like flying generals, landing in the center of the hall.

Chapter Five:

A Combination of Kindness and Power. "I have taken the liberty of paying respects to Chen Fei, the clown of the Qinghu Gang!" The roar, born from unparalleled inner strength, deafened everyone in the hall as Ao Tian descended with the force of a thunderbolt.

Before everyone could calm down, Ao Tian said contemptuously to Chen Fei, "How come a leader of the Qinghu Gang isn't frightened by such a trivial matter? It seems you only became leader by some low-down means... You should probably step down and give way to a more capable person." Chen Fei, being a man of principle, saw that Ao Tian had no other helpers, so he regained his composure, pushed Chen Jing off him, and coldly replied, "Your manner of visiting seems rather impolite. As for how I became leader, it has nothing to do with you. May I ask what brings you here?" Ao Tian said disdainfully, "You clown's words are truly laughable..." After saying that, he turned his gaze to Wen Long, who was gently stroking his hair. Wenlong slowly took two steps forward and said through gritted teeth, "Do you recognize me?" After entering the hall, Wenlong was gently hugged by Aotian, and everyone's attention was focused on Aotian, so they did not realize that the child next to Aotian was Wenlong. It was only at this time that people in the hall realized.

Chen Fei sneered, "I didn't expect you to deliver yourself to my doorstep! Saves me a lot of trouble!" But Wenlong ignored Chen Fei, glaring at Huang Shuiyue with a vicious look and slowly said, "Yeah... a pair of adulterers are here too, saves me a lot of trouble!" Aotian chuckled twice and slowly walked towards Chen Fei. At this moment, Xiao Wu, standing to the side, stretched out his hand to block him and shouted at Aotian, "You dare to come to the Qinghu Gang alone and cause trouble!" Aotian laughed, "I bet your brother went to chase Uncle Qing and Wenlong three hours ago dressed in black, and took more than ten people with him." After a pause, he sighed, "What a pity... now it seems he was cleaved in two by a sword and left to feed the dogs by the roadside!" Upon hearing the bad news about his brother, Xiao Wu immediately roared like a madman, and then threw a punch at Aotian with his right hand. The punch was powerful and fierce, showing that he was indeed skilled in martial arts. However, Aotian ignored it and let the punch land on his chest.

As Xiao Wu struck Ao Tian, he realized his power had vanished instantly. While Xiao Wu was still stunned, a powerful surge of internal energy returned to his hand, forcing him back. Xiao Wu felt a sweet taste in his throat, and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Given Ao Tian's martial arts skills, this was an inevitable outcome, but in reality, Ao Tian's move was many times more difficult than simply forcing Xiao Wu back. He first used his own internal energy to soften the hardness, neutralizing the force of the punch. As Xiao Wu's strength dissipated, he seized the opportunity to strike Xiao Wu's internal organs with overwhelming force. It should be noted that Xiao Wu was struck in the internal organs without any internal energy resistance; the severity of his injury was far greater than anything Ao Tian could inflict with a mere physical attack.

Just as Xiao Wu was about to fall, Ao Tian grabbed him with his left hand, lifted him up, and then with a flick of his left hand, sent Xiao Wu crashing into a large pillar on his left like a cannonball. Xiao Wu slowly slumped against the pillar, his clothes covered in blood, his expression utterly weak and listless. Ao Tian, on the other hand, continued his slow pace, as if nothing had happened.

While the momentum of Ao Tian's descent from the sky hadn't subsided, he unleashed this move, further intimidating everyone present. It's worth noting that Xiao Wu was considered a skilled fighter within the gang; otherwise, he wouldn't have been attending this lewd banquet celebrating the new gang leader. Yet, he was defeated in a single move. This was more impactful than any words in discouraging them from taking action.

Chen Fei, on the other hand, was the first to feel Ao Tian's murderous aura, completely extinguishing any intention he had to attack or escape. Chen Fei's mind raced, and he finally came up with a terrifying figure: "You...you...you are...Ao Tian..." Ao Tian said calmly, "You do have some knowledge!" Chen Fei didn't know why such a big shot as Ao Tian would appear in this utterly ordinary gang, but he could only try his best to curry favor with him. Chen Fei said with the most respectful tone he had ever used in his life, "I...I didn't know...Senior's arrival in your gang...I...I didn't greet you...I was truly impolite. Senior...you disciplined my comrades...well done..." Ao Tian was now standing within five fingers' width of Chen Fei, and continued calmly, "No need to be polite. I'm just here to kill two people." "Kill them and leave, it won't waste much of my time!" Chen Fei saw Ao Tian and Wen Long arrive together, and even if he was stupid, he would know that the two people were him and Huang Shuiyue. At this time, he could only praise them and belittle himself: "Senior... Senior, as one of the seven great masters, how could you kill... kill a... a nobody like me? Moreover, killing... killing him would be an insult to your hands!" Ao Tian chuckled: "Then you will die with value at the hands of the seven great masters!" He paused and continued to laugh: "In the future, when the rumors spread in the martial arts world that Chen Fei, the leader of the Qinghu Gang, died fighting me single-handedly, that will be even more shocking than the Battle of Hengshan seven years ago!" Chen Fei was even more frightened after hearing about the Battle of Hengshan, and took two steps back unnaturally.

Seven years ago, Aotian married his sister in a restaurant in Hengshan City. Almost everyone in the world who called themselves "righteous" tried to stop them, but Aotian ridiculed them, forcing each of them to fight him individually. Although they used a tag-team approach, Aotian ultimately defeated them all. Just as the so-called "righteous" were about to keep their promise and let Aotian marry in front of everyone, some couldn't resist and began to attack him. Aotian was naturally no match for the combined attacks, but he displayed his unparalleled lightness skill, "Flying Immortal Transformation," carrying his wife away, and no one could catch him.

This battle made Aotian's name known throughout the martial arts world. It's important to know that this battle became a laughingstock among the righteous, as he not only broke his promise but also escaped unscathed. From then on, he was considered one of the greatest enemies of the righteous sects. In reality, not all the true masters from the Hengshan battle came. At least the leaders of the three most prestigious righteous sects in the Central Plains—Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei—were absent due to other commitments, sending only some elders.

At this time, some busybodies in the martial arts world grouped Ao Tian and six others together as the "Seven Great Masters of the Era." Of the seven, four were righteous, one was an official, and two were from the underworld; Ao Tian was naturally listed as one of the evil ones.

Even a novice in the martial arts world knew this, and Chen Fei certainly knew it even better. Therefore, when he realized the person before him was Ao Tian, the pressure of death rendered him unable to use his usual wit.

Chen Fei only had one way to save his life: a surprise attack on Ao Tian, hoping to severely injure him.

To launch a surprise attack, he had to divert Ao Tian's attention. Chen Fei then turned his wary gaze to Huang Shuiyue beside him and simultaneously retreated. Ao Tian was also puzzled that Chen Fei was disregarding this formidable enemy and instead diverting his strength, so he glanced at Huang Shuiyue's eyes.

Chen Fei, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity slip by. He launched a sudden attack, his left and right hands forming tiger claws, attacking Ao Tian from above and below. His left hand aimed for Ao Tian's eyes, while his right hand targeted his groin. This move was indeed fast and ruthless, leaving the opponent unable to defend both sides. Ao Tian smiled contemptuously, his left hand flashing out like lightning, accurately grabbing Chen Fei's right hand.

An internal force flowed through Chen Fei's right hand and throughout his body, numbing him. His left hand naturally fell limply, and the attack was broken without a fight. Ao Tian sighed, "A clown is still a clown, always trying to make people laugh. Seeing you fight so hard, I'll show you my 'Hidden Dragon Force' in return, how about it?" "Hidden Dragon Strength" is still a method of channeling internal energy into another person's body. It's a superior technique for using internal energy to power another's body, aiding in healing and regulating their movements. Its method of channeling energy is similar to the Taoist principles of carefree ease and naturalness. However, Aotian's sect developed it further, transforming it into a skill that, in addition to healing, delivers energy to another, rendering their limbs immobile. This skill is superior to simply grabbing or striking acupoints because its unique energy channeling method prevents the opponent from forcibly dislodging the grip with internal energy, or from breaking free of the pressure points with internal energy, thus creating an opportunity for the opponent to exploit. The downside, of course, is the need to constantly channel internal energy to suppress the opponent's limbs.

In reality, "Hidden Dragon Strength" is not very useful in true martial arts, because grabbing a master and delivering energy while simultaneously channeling internal energy throughout their body is practically impossible. Therefore, it can only be used against opponents weaker than oneself, which is far more troublesome than dealing with weaker opponents. "Hidden Dragon Strength" is a superior Taoist healing technique, not a martial arts manual, but merely a secondary skill; its true purpose is healing.

Chen Fei felt numbness all over his body, but it wasn't the kind of powerlessness one feels when someone strikes or grasps acupoints. His internal energy was unresponsive; he had the strength but couldn't use it.

Because the situation had unfolded so suddenly, Chen Fei hadn't even had time to put his clothes back on—a regret he would carry for the rest of his life. At that moment, Ao Tian grabbed Chen Fei's limp penis with his right hand. Chen Fei sensed something was wrong, but as his attention was focused on his groin, a burning pain shot through his right hand. Chen Fei saw that his right wrist was crushed like mud, bones and meridians shattered. Under the influence of "Hidden Dragon Strength," his throat and tongue could barely move, but he couldn't utter a sound. It was far more agonizing than being struck on a mute acupoint—truly "a mute eating bitter melon!"

Ao Tian sneered, his left leg striking Chen Fei's chest with lightning speed, while simultaneously applying force with both hands. With a deafening boom, Chen Fei was slammed into the thick red wall like a kite with a broken string. Ao Tian, meanwhile, clutched a limp wrist and a blood-soaked penis in each hand.

Chen Fei had broken free from the control of the "Hidden Dragon Force," but he was still speechless, for the pain was unbearable. His penis and wrists had been ripped off, the pain beyond description; even the most excruciating agony couldn't capture it. His eyes were bloodshot, yet he still glared fiercely at his enemy, his gaping maw revealing a row of sharp teeth, saliva dripping uncontrollably, like a beast ready to devour its prey.

In truth, Ao Tian wasn't inherently such a ruthless person. He killed simply because he killed; he disliked wasting his time torturing others. However, to allow Wen Long to "pacify" the important figures in the gang later, he had to be brutal. He couldn't help but think that if his junior brother, Mo Hentian, were to do it, it would be even more effective. But glancing at the expressions of those in the hall, he knew this was about enough.

Ao Tian sneered, "Seeing how hard you've worked, let me send you on your way!" With that, he put down the "trash" in his hands, took a step forward, and with his right index and middle fingers like a sword, slashed across Chen Fei's neck. Amidst the spittle, he used his left hand to lift Chen Fei's severed head, casually tossing it down a short distance in front of Wen Long. Wen Long then used his foot to flip Chen Fei's head, turning it so that the head faced him, and then silently sneered.

Everyone in the hall was stunned by their actions, shocked by Ao Tian's brutal killing of Chen Fei, and even more terrified by Wen Long's calm expression. The two's well-acted performance had completely extinguished any remaining will to fight among the important figures in these gangs.

In her shock, Huang Shuiyue realized that Ao Tian, covered in blood, was approaching her step by step. Ao Tian had just said he was only coming to kill two people; clearly, she was the second one!

Terrified, Huang Shuiyue retreated step by step, her beautiful face pale. Suddenly, Ao Tian let out a "Heh!" which terrified her even more. She immediately cried out in a panic, "If you spare my life, great hero, I'm willing to serve you like a slave for the rest of my life!" Huang Shuiyue's only asset was her body, so as she spoke, she puffed out her chest and tucked in her stomach, displaying her curvaceous figure. But she miscalculated; she overestimated herself. In Ao Tian's eyes, Huang Shuiyue was just an ordinary, promiscuous woman. She might be attractive to ordinary people, but to Ao Tian, one of the seven great masters, she was utterly worthless.

Ao Tian smiled slightly, and Huang Shuiyue's heart leaped with joy. But then, a figure flashed before her eyes, and excruciating pain shot through her limbs as Ao Tian slashed her with his sword finger. Huang Shuiyue collapsed to the ground, letting out a pig-like scream. Suddenly, Huang Shuiyue stopped screaming, for Wen Long stood before her, a dagger hidden in his robes.

Wenlong said indifferently, "Mother! It's as if you're holding a dagger like this, slowly plunging it into Father's heart... A husband and wife should share the joys and sorrows, right? Well, now, Mother, please taste it!" Wenlong's cold words terrified her more than any harsh insults.

Huang Shuiyue could only struggle and plead, "No!" But Wenlong flipped over and sat on top of her, pressing his left hand firmly against her neck. Then, under her terrified gaze, he slowly plunged the dagger into her heart.

Everyone was shocked by this scene of "mother-killing," including Aotian; no one had time to think. The dagger slowly pierced her heart, and crimson blood quickly stained Huang Shuiyue's clothes. She could only stare wide-eyed at her son on top of her.

Wenlong fearlessly met the pair of almost bulging red eyes and said fiercely, "Your bastard son is about to send you to the underworld, why aren't you resisting!" Then he forcefully thrust the dagger forward, and Huang Shuiyue let out her last scream before death, after which the entire hall fell silent again... except for Wenlong's excited breathing.

After a long while, Wenlong slowly stood up. He still had things to do, to win over the hearts of everyone in the hall! He walked with heavy steps to the armchair where Chen Fei had been sitting, then sat up straight, his dragon eyes sweeping over everyone with a fierce look. It's unclear who started it, but the three people who were originally in the hall and the newcomer knelt down almost simultaneously, but they didn't know what to say, only trying their best to clench their trembling teeth to keep quiet.

Suddenly, the Seventh Madam, who had been lying to the side, got up, grabbed a knife, and plunged it into Xiao Wu, who had just brutally abused her. She was now going to take her revenge. But Xiao Wu coughed up blood, then suddenly regained his senses. His left hand gripped the blade on his body, his right hand reached forward and grabbed the Seventh Madam's neck, then twisted it violently. A sharp crack echoed throughout the hall. After two painful laughs, Xiao Wu and the Seventh Madam died together. Chen Jing immediately rushed to the Seventh Madam and wept bitterly, clearly recognizing her mother as the Seventh Madam.

However, this scene failed to attract the attention of the men in the hall, who remained staring at each other. The newly arrived man seemed more astute, calling out first, "This humble servant greets the leader!" Before he finished speaking, the other three had already kowtowed in greeting.

Wen Long coldly asked, "Am I the leader?" The four immediately replied, "Of course!" Wen Long said, "Good. A new leader should reward his subordinates... Each of you four can choose one of these seven women, and the remaining three can be dragged out and given to your men!" The four were simultaneously stunned, unsure if Wen Long was joking, bestowing upon them his father's wives. At this moment, survival was the priority, so naturally they dared not make any move. While the four were stunned, the women around them first gasped in surprise, then began cursing Wenlong with the most vicious words they knew.

However, Wenlong was oblivious and shouted at the four: "The person who came forward has been waiting for a long time, what are you still standing there for? Do you even listen to the leader's orders?!" The four immediately apologized after being shouted at by Wenlong, and then dragged the seven people out as quickly as possible. Leaving was the priority at this point; how to divide the women would be decided later.

Only the four corpses, four people, two men, and two naked women remained in the spacious hall. At this moment, Chen Feng went over to comfort Jing'er. Although they had both lost their mothers, their feelings were completely different. After all, after Huang Shuiyue's vicious curses, Chen Feng no longer considered her her mother.

Wenlong coldly looked at his two sisters, but felt no affection whatsoever, because even if they were forced, their behavior just now was truly despicable. Just then, a clapping sound caught Wenlong's attention. The person clapping was naturally the remaining survivor, Aotian.

Aotian exclaimed, "You did a great job just now...hehe...I didn't lie to you, did I...you subdued them so easily." Wenlong had just followed Aotian's so-called "appeasement" method. The cleverness of this method lay in the fact that the four men were in a state of high excitement, but suddenly Aotian used brutal methods to make them feel the threat of death, causing their spirits to plummet from the highest point to the lowest. Just when they thought they were doomed, Wenlong brought them a way out, completely extinguishing their will to resist.

What's even more insidious is that Chen Fei's only reliance was on giving his men women as "benefits" to help him. Ao Tian understood this, which is why he instructed Wen Long to retain their existing "benefits." Since Wen Long's "benefits" remained unchanged, it made no difference to them whether Chen Fei or Chen Wen Long was in charge. In

fact, they might even be grateful to their leader for not only sparing their lives but also rewarding them with these women. Ao Tian's move cleverly exploited human selfishness to the extreme. Chen Fei used benefits to win them over, and Ao Tian used the same benefits

, even having "him" kill Chen Fei, leaving them with only one choice: him playing the villain and Wen Long the hero, cleverly forcing them to make their only option.

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